Day 5
I installed 'Glamour Life'. As it really is just a collection of objects and textures, I wasn't expecting the full on expansion installation treatment, which is what happened... and that means Sims standing around, bolt upright at attention at 90 degree angles...
SO CREEPY
Rod Serling: "You unlock this install with the key printed on the back of your manual. Beyond it is another dimension- a dimension of mesh retextures, a dimension of development-crushing release schedules, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadows and substance depending on what you enabled in the options, of things and ideas. You've crossed over into Expansion Zone."
Disinclined Plane here is supposed to be off at work. The expansion just yoinked him back to the basement lair. I hope this doesn't wind up counting against his attendance.
Alright. New expansion necessitates a little renovation, so I'll add a few creature comforts and ammenities that I haven't yet.
The front yard was such a god damn geographical mess that I needed to spend a good 15 minutes with the levelling tool and re-grassing to not make this look like retarded shit.
And... uh... this was about the only thing from the expansion I was inclined to add right now.
Horrific.
I think that this expansion thingy may've prevented them from getting sick.
These two clearly have no intention to give food poisoning another run.
Hey buddy!
"You know what man FUCK CLOUDS they CAN'T BE TRUSTED"
"AIN'T HEARIN IT LALALALA"
I checked this, and this is a 'Dirty Joke' going on between them.
It's probably starting something like, "D'you know how to get blackguy32 out of a tree..."
Oh, fuck. Well, that answered that I suppose.
Anyone surprised?
This is also suprising, right?
Woah hey, I am surprised now.
Oh yeah. This is just 'blowing bubbles.' There's no other phenomenon that this could possibly be associated with in the real world. Especially not a phenomenon that could be illegal and guarantee you more jail time than if you killed someone.
The kitchen's starting to get nasty, as there are pots of prepared food expiring, because their retarded chefs apparently don't have the basic sense to clear off two-day-old burnt food.
This'd be Team Stab busting some ass over his Cheerios.
Oddly, I was reminisced of Black and White.
YO HO HO AND A FART ON A CHEERIO
I think these guys need another form of entertainment.
There, solved the dilemma of what to do with that negative space.
He's been at this for 8 hours now.
Team Stab turns on both the tv and the radio... then leaves the room.
They're all cooking poptarts lately because they're fucking morons.
Ahh, the distinguished hobby of carpool watching.
Disinclined Plane and ClearlyDelusional are having a nice chat on the kitchen floor, but DP's forgetting something.
Why, it'd be the tv dinner he put in. CD was the one to prevent the stove from going up in flames AGAIN.
DP is clearly an arsonist.
This is because no one ever gets tired of seeing her carved, angry flesh.
This guy's a regular Sergeant Pepper.
DP took off running for no reason I could determine until I saw him shaking hands with what looks like Niobe in a tracksuit.
Careful, man, she can slow down time and then do a jumpkick off that mailbox and send you back inside through the second story window.
DP and the Matrix lookalike head upstairs for pool, and he tries to bounce his views about clouds off her.
And where do the girls first encounter eachother? That's right. Under gender stereotypical circumstances.
At this time Zarrr returned from work, promoted to 'Intern'.
I wonder if I can buy kneepads to help him get promoted quicker.
The funny thing about this pillowfight, is the Sim death metal coming out of the radio that you can't hear.
Between the last house and this one, there seems to be a pretty funny trend with visitors and piano use.
Nightfall...
Death Pot still reigns upon his charred throne, and his pestilent cabinet grows in number.
Not the brightest choice, fatass.
Soon as Team Stab got done bitching about having no way to finish cooking, blackguy32 goes and fixes another uncookable pot.
She is walking around outside, and WEEDING. This woman's evening has been, go jogging, get accosted by one of the eccentric weirdos in the giant castle, shoot pool, go play their piano, then weed their lawn.
If I ever buy a house I hope like hell I have neighbors like this.
Then, she went home.
This is getting calamitous.
I am not going to fix their kitchen situation. However...
I gave them a backyard grill in the hopes they won't all starve to death too soon.
Team Stab searches for the planet of the apes.
...and it's 11:59, let's just take one final peek at the condition of the kitchen...
Status: Really fucked up.
Alright let's go get this session saved and exited an
