tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88392642591421421522024-02-19T00:16:23.381-08:00Paint the Townies GorgeousA Sims3 Makeover ChallengeLateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-67319605029896277052019-12-02T08:00:00.000-08:002019-12-02T08:00:15.804-08:00Johnny Zest: Day 1On my first day of playing with Johnny, I just followed one of his wishes, which was to level up in his comedy skills. I checked if he had a job yet, and he is in Level 2 of the Entertainer career. His job title is Open Mic Seeker.<br />
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Johnny's house looks a bit dark so I'm thinking some lighter colored walls might help. He only has $3,590 at the moment so I'm not going to go too crazy with the decorations.<br />
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I think that's a large improvement. His house already looks larger just from that one change. After Johnny leveled up his comedy skill, I decided to have him do one of his promotion tasks, which is to level up his guitar skill. That candle lamp he has makes me feel like he really likes medieval stuff, or Game of Thrones. LOL.<br />
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I want Johnny to stay healthy so I decided to have him workout using a DVD on his TV, and had to rearrange his living room a little bit so there was space for him to do so.<br />
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Actual rearranging will happen later, this was just a spur of the moment thing. I don't like how there feels like there's too much stuff in that one tiny space, so after Johnny goes to work and makes more money, I'll add another room to his house and then put some of the stuff in there.<br />
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One of Johnny's tasks for his aspiration is to be funny to five Sims, so I sent him to the Solar Flare lounge to tell some jokes. He just had a fire at his house which he successfully extinguished, so he's feeling pretty confident. Strike a pose! He is practicing to be a male model, I see.<br />
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Several Sims came into the lounge, so I'm going to have Johnny do "Funny Introduction" on a few of them to fulfill his goal. The first person he talked to was Geeta Rasoya.<br />
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This ends the first day of me playing Johnny's challenge.LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-56071303791308285222019-12-01T12:30:00.002-08:002019-12-01T12:30:52.295-08:00Johnny Zest: The Initial MakeoverThis is Johnny Zest who lives in Oasis Springs. His house looks like a trailer, I'll be upgrading it as he makes more money. I didn't feel like using the motherlode cheat on this one, even though my challenge rules <b><i><span style="color: #6aa84f;">do allow for money cheats to remodel the house.</span></i></b><br />
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Here's what Johnny looks like before his makeover. I think he's fairly handsome, but his facial hair leaves something to be desired.<br />
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Here's Johnny after, I gave him a different hairstyle, eyebrows, facial hair, and gave him contacts to make his eyes more realistic.<br />
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His outfit also probably could use a face lift. I am not sure what is going on with his shoes. LOL.<br />
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Since one of Johnny's traits is Ambitious, I decided to keep his suit style appearance, but I definitely made him look more polished, or I hope I did. Haha.<br />
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Wow... Johnny's athletic wear makes him look like he's a twelve year old. LOL. Maybe with a little workout time, I can make him look more like a grown up.<br />
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For now, Johnny definitely looks better with long sleeves.<br />
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Here's a particularly funny outfit. This is Johnny's hot weather clothing before the makeover.<br />
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This is what he looks like after. Much better.<br />
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OK, I am not going to go through all of his outfits on here, mainly his face and hair were what I was going to show, as well as any particularly hilarious combinations of clothing the game decided to throw at me.<br />
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Johnny's traits are Gregarious, Ambitious, Outgoing, and Goofball. His lifetime wish is Joke Star, which is to be a famous comedian.LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-49271341246247156092016-11-22T20:31:00.000-08:002016-11-22T20:31:19.339-08:00Evan BestI started Simself out in Starlight Shores, the town that came with the Showtime expansion pack. I moved her into the townie Evan Best's house, and kicked out all the unnecessary Sims. I'm not trying to cause drama or whatever with my Simself, I just want to create some offspring. I kept Evan's dad, Paul in the house too because he wasn't going to have any issue with what I am doing.<br />
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This is what Evan looks like, I changed his hair, but nothing else, which is why he has that silly 70s porn star mustache. He's a police officer, which goes along with the mustache stereotype as he looks like a motorcycle cop. If he had a helmet, and sunglasses, he'd look like this guy.<br />
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Wierdly though, I feel like Evan looks a little like Jake Gyllenhaal.<br />
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I did change Evan's clothes too because he was working out in khaki cargo shorts, a boring tshirt and hiking boots. I don't foresee how any of that could be comfortable while running on a treadmill. After Simself and Evan did the deed, I noticed he'd have to get some different pajamas too because that robe is doing nothing for him.<br />
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Much better, now he looks like a man and less like he's wearing an ugly area rug. Now... we wait, to see what this child will look like. I'm keeping it a surprise as to how many and what gender. I didn't use any fertility treatment LTR, so chances of it being a single child are high.<br />
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<br />LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-40459217456299336152016-11-22T20:16:00.000-08:002016-11-22T20:16:43.264-08:00RevivalHello everyone who follows or reads this story. I have been on my other blogs, like Echoes of Eternity, The Proposal, and Tumblr, for a long time, so this one has been getting neglected. I don't think that I'll end it because the idea of making over the townies to people who are acceptable looking is something I've always wanted to do. However, for now that isn't my first priority.<br />
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Something else I have always wanted to try is to see what kids with Simself and the townies would look like, as a way to get some extra Sims for my stories so that I don't always have to make Sims from scratch should I need some of the minor characters. I decided I would start that today, and use this blog to post it on, since this blog has sort of been a mish mash of random items since I started it.LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-80982255654468619612015-05-21T13:59:00.000-07:002015-05-21T13:59:56.622-07:00Liebster Award<div>
I have been nominated for the Liebster Award by <span style="color: #e06666;">Daijah V</span>, the author of <a href="http://codenamedanger.blogspot.com/2015/05/liebster-2.html">Codename: Danger</a>. This is my fifth nomination overall. My first was Jinx, who nominated my Wordpress blog, where I keep a compilation of links to my actual stories. Second was MrsOogieBoogie, who nominated The Compound, my completed story about a cult. Third was MsMidnightBlonde, who nominated Blink of an Eye, my apocalyptic story. Fourth was Stormy, who nominated Echoes of Eternity, my legacy. Thank you all for your generosity and continued support for my stories. <span style="color: #cc0000;">♥</span></div>
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The Liebster Award is an award passed between bloggers to show appreciation for others' blogs. There are some rules for accepting the Liebster Award, which are as follows:
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<li>Thank the blogger who presented the award and link back to their blog.</li>
<li>Nominate 5-11 bloggers whom you feel deserve this award and have fewer than or equal to 3,000 followers.</li>
<li>Answer 11 questions posted by the nominator, and ask your nominees 11 questions.</li>
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I have already nominated five bloggers for the award, so I won't be nominating them again, but these were the ones I picked initially, just for information's sake, and also if you are looking for something to read, these are five amazing stories worth checking out.<br />
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<li><a href="https://theduboislegacy.wordpress.com/">The Insane Dubois Legacy</a> by Simcomix aka MrsOogieBoogie</li>
<li><a href="https://grovebmtlchallenge.wordpress.com/">Another Life to Live</a> by MsMidnightBlonde aka RaeNic</li>
<li><a href="https://differentwinters.wordpress.com/">Different Winters</a> by LilyShadowWriter</li>
<li><a href="http://perfection-sims3.blogspot.com/">Perfection</a> by littlesims2chick aka alexandrea</li>
<li><a href="https://summerdreamsims3.wordpress.com/">Summerdream</a> by caterpillarsims</li>
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: normal;"><b>01. When did you start writing?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: normal;">I started writing in 2013, a few months after I had purchased the Sims3 and played it for a few months.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: normal;"><b>02. Are any of your characters or situations based on real people or events?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: normal;">Not for this particular story, but my story, <a href="http://sims3thecompound.blogspot.com/">The Compound</a>, is based on a real life situation I myself experienced for a few years, and the characters are basically different versions of myself personality wise, as it changed, while I was going through the situation. In <a href="http://maximuszenteri.blogspot.com/">Echoes of Eternity</a>, one of the generation one's character's mannerisms and thought processes is based off a girl I used to know. Many times, small bits of a character's personality will be a small part of me that I will explore in more detail with the character than I do in my own life.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: normal;"><b>03. What inspires you to write?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: normal;">A mix of things, usually. Movies and television shows are the two big ones that give me the most inspiration. Music can inspire me at times, sometimes I'll hear a song on the radio, and immediately picture one of my characters because the song was speaking to a situation the character was going through, or a certain aspect of their personality. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: normal;"><b>04. Which of your characters is your favorite?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: normal;">I'm going to go with Camo Balestrom, from The Compound. He has a spark for life, and he always wanted to think for himself, especially when things around him seemed questionable. He wasn't just going to lie down and take it, so to speak. However, he is smart at the same time, and he's always strategic about how he questions things, so the powers that be can't simply just get rid of him because they have no real reason to. Sure he may be annoying to them because he's slightly rebellious, but he doesn't do enough to get himself into serious trouble, or killed.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: normal;"><b>05. Who is your favorite author?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: normal;">Like, book author? I'm going to go with Michael Crichton, and Bret Easton Ellis. I can't really pick between the two of them. When I was a teenager, I read Michael Crichton's books a lot. Bret Easton Ellis I like because I like American Psycho, the movie, and my best friend suggested I read the book too. So I did, and it was cool because I kept picturing the actors' voices from the movie as I read the book, and it made it that much more enjoyable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: normal;">I don't read a whole lot of books because I like pictures, and obviously, adult books don't really do that. LOL. However, books I have read in the past are usually suspenseful thrillers, or some sort of murder mystery, or a historical story of some kind.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: normal;"><b>07. If you could use the Sims Time Machine, where would you go and why?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: normal;">I'd go to the medieval times in England. Despite that being one of the most tumultuous and nasty times in the world's history, I find the raw nature of the medieval times enthralling. I've always loved the dress of those times, mainly for the royalty and upper class people, the corsets and beautiful dresses are lovely. Horses are also fun, and I'd like to experience that as a form of transportation. I had a short horseback riding lesson once, and it was scary but thrilling at the same time. I also love the English accent, and the way people carried themselves back then. Nowadays we just slouch and lounge around constantly, even when we walk. I don't know how many people I've seen nowadays walk with their eyes pointed towards the ground, no one looks up when they walk. It's not even a matter of eye contact, it's just a matter of look forward and be sure of yourself. I try not to do that as much, but I'm guilty of it too. It was more the royalty again, but they had a gait that was just confident and they walked head held high, on a mission. It feels majestic and like they're in control of their life, despite whether that's true or not, LOL, and I like that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: normal;"><b><span style="color: #38761d;">08. You're stranded on a deserted island with 4 characters from your story(ies). Who are they and what do you think would happen?</span></b> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: normal;">The people I'm stranded with are Remy Devereaux from generation three of Echoes of Eternity, Patrick Hunt from generation two of Echoes, Maximus Hunt from generation one of Echoes, and Camo Balestrom from The Compound.</span><br />
Remy would build a house because he is a construction worker, Patrick, Maximus, and I would entertain the group in our free time when Remy wasn't building because Patrick is a magician, and Maximus and I are both actors. Camo would be my boyfriend because I like him a lot LOL, and he would go scavenging for food. We would all cook together and have a bonfire at night and sing songs around it. LOL. Apparently this is a very kumbaya deserted island. XD<br />
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">09. If you could be any character from a book or movie, who would you be and why?</span></b><br />
I would be Lara Croft, lady explorer. I have always been a fan of Lara Croft, I have many Tomb Raider video games, and I love the movies with Angelina Jolie as Lara. She's tough as nails, and gorgeous at the same time. I really like that aspect about her because it's usually portrayed where the girl is tough but unattractive, or the girl is weak but attractive. I think things have changed in movies now for the most part as far as that goes, but really tough girls who are also pretty are still a little understated. I don't really see Lara Croft as a negative sex symbol or anything, I always thought it was a great thing that she looked the way she did, yet did the things she did. Plus I love the idea of rappelling, finding treasures, and those rock climbing walls are pretty fun, so those sorts of things appeal to me as well.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">10. If you could marry the man/woman of your dreams, who would you choose and why?</span></b><br />
LOL. I have a celebrity crush on Christian Bale. <span style="color: #cc0000;">♥</span> He is a really phenomenal actor, and he's inspired me in my own acting career, and in life. I had been going through a rough patch for many years, where suicidal thoughts often plagued me. Watching one of his movies one day, Equilibrium, got me out of that dark line of thinking and pulled me back to the world of the living, where I found a purpose for life again.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">11. Sims have a lot of quirky and fun inventions and objects not found in real life. If you could choose one thing (for example, spellbook, time machine, Bonehilda) what would it be and why? (Feel free to choose from any of the amazing custom creations as well e.g. Pose Player, Pregnancy controller, lighting tweaks, etc.)</span></b><br />
I would pick the Time Shifter mod, that controls time and weather. Where I live, it can get pretty overcast and gloomy looking sometimes, and it really puts a damper on my mood. I would love to be able to push a button and just pick "Sunny" and have it be sunny. LOL. There are also those days where I get up really late, or I find I'm running out of time to do something, so it would be awesome to set the clock back an hour or two so I could have just that much more time to do what I needed to get done. XD </div>
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Since this is my fifth nomination, and I didn't pick new nominees, I'm just going to list my questions here so others can see what I asked. There's no need to answer these again.<br />
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1. What got you interested in writing? Have you always been a natural writer, or did some life event spark you to start the hobby?<br />
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2. How serious are you about writing? Do you want to be a world famous author someday, or do you just write Sims stories for fun?<br />
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10. If you could pick five personality traits for your Simself, what would they be? I know when I do it, there’s always more than five I want to use, but just think of the first five that come to mind.<br />
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LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-37911340940717945172015-02-25T07:00:00.000-08:002015-02-25T07:00:02.959-08:00Chapter 3: Old Friend<i><b>AUTHOR'S NOTE:</b> </i><br />
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Tuesday came and went, with Ms. Marshall giving me a promotion to Filing Clerk. I was proud of myself, even though I knew I was still at the bottom of the hierarchy in the corporation. At the same time, it felt good knowing I had climbed one rung of the invisible ladder. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I would no longer have to wait in those long lines at Starbucks to get all the suits at the office their morning lattes, cappuccinos, and mochas. When I got home, Ralston seemed restless because I found her running around in a circle, tracing a path along the walls that enclosed my kitchen. In order to prevent her from wearing a trail in my carpet, I hooked her leash on her and took her for a walk so she could get some fresh air. Come to think of it, both of us needed some refreshment.<br />
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After hooking Ralston's leash to her collar, we started walking, and I started thinking about my life. I wasn't old by any means, twenty-three, to be exact. I had never gone to college because my parents couldn't afford it, but to be honest, the sound of being in school as a grownup was pretty unappealing. My dad was an auto mechanic, and he ran his own car repair shop, while my mom was a waitress at the local diner. Our life was simple, I was the typical small town guy, and I still lived in the same town my parents did. I worked on cars with my dad when I was a boy, and when I got old enough, he let me work at his repair shop. As a result, I've become pretty handy in all aspects of the word. It's a good skill to have when you grow up not having a lot of money.<br />
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At eighteen, I moved out of my parents' small house and bought one of my own with the money I had saved up working for Dad. Ralston was our family dog, and my parents let her come with me so I wouldn't be lonely living alone. I continued working at my Dad's repair shop for about two years, even though I had moved out, but when I was twenty, Dad was beginning to grow concerned. He wanted better things for me, and he felt like me working at his shop wasn't going to allow me to achieve those things. I felt bad because I somehow felt like I had a sense of duty to my father to help him since he had always been so kind to me and he always did the best he could to see that I had what I needed despite our situation. Dad said he admired my good heart, and he admitted that he would be losing one of his best mechanics, but he couldn't and wouldn't hold me back anymore.</div>
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I agreed, even though at first I was sad for him and I didn't really think he was holding me back. I didn't think the life of an auto mechanic was that bad, but over time, I realized my dad felt bad for raising me poor. He felt like I had missed out on things that he wished he could have given me because of it. I also realized my thinking had been a little stunted. I hadn't been given the opportunity to even know that I could want more than what I had. I always thought what I had was enough, so I didn't really dream that things could be better. It wasn't that I didn't think I deserved it or anything, but it was more like I was satisfied with carbon, without knowing that if I put effort in, I could make it a diamond. I would always be grateful to my dad for that little push that opened my eyes.</div>
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So, with my dad's reassurance, I quit working for him, and got a part time job at the grocery store for a year to make some more money so I could buy myself some clothes that were appropriate to interview for more serious jobs. I kept in touch with my dad through emails and phone calls to let him know how I was doing. We were both pretty busy, me with my new office job, and my dad with his repair shop, which had always been really successful. I suppose he was just successful by default because he was the only repair shop in town. I took my car to Dad whenever it needed any maintenance, and I got to talk to him when I did. As I continued walking down the street, I saw my friend Gracie Loveland, who was a few feet in front of me. She hadn't noticed me yet, so I just admired her from a distance. She was a blonde girl that I'd known for a while, whom I was now good friends with. I waited for her to get closer, ready to grab her attention if she didn't see me, but she finally looked up and saw me, and a large grin spread across her face as she did.</div>
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"Hey Ben! How are you?"</div>
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"Meh, The usual. Work at the science lab doing nerdy shit, so I'm just out for a walk after being cooped up in the stuffy building all day."</div>
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Gracie smiled at me coyly, tucking her hair behind her ear, even though I knew it wasn't going to stay there. I could read the signs of when a girl was flirting with me, and Gracie was definitely doing that, so I decided to take advantage of the situation.</div>
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LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-33770142912306870642015-02-19T21:53:00.000-08:002015-02-19T21:53:32.102-08:00Analysis: Gracie LovelandBenjamin's lifetime wish is to be a serial monogamist, LOL, be the boyfriend of 10 different sims. I thought that it would be easiest to start with his friends that he already has. He saw Gracie Loveland outside of his workplace while I was playing, and they were attracted to each other, so I decided she'd be the first one. I had them talk a little, and had Benjamin ask if she was single, which she is, so I moved her in as his roommate to let them be in closer quarters to each other so they can maybe become romantic. Regardless of if they do it themselves, I'll make her his first girlfriend anyway LOL.<div>
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Monday morning came, signaled by the buzzing of my phone alarm as it vibrated, rotating itself in a clockwise pattern on my nightstand. I got up immediately, and took a bath, feeling energized rather than nervous about work. I felt better knowing that despite all my worrying on Sunday, I hadn't received a call from my boss telling me not to bother coming in. That had to be a good thing, right? Putting on my clean crisp shirt and blazer felt good combined with the confidence I had woken up with. As I secured my tie, I smiled at myself in the mirror, hearing the honk of the carpool faintly outside. I patted my shirt down once more to make sure it was smooth before heading out the door.<br />
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When I got to work, Ms. Marshall gave me her usual "Good morning, Benjamin," which I took to mean things had been patched up between us. The last thing I wanted was to pester her with paranoid questions. She hadn't literally <i>said</i> everything was okay, but I felt like the only way I could make it better was to be a good employee by way of just doing my job properly. Some days it really stunk to be at the bottom rung of the corporate ladder. Ms. Marshall gave me the coffee orders for the office, and I headed to Starbucks. I came back in record time and after delivering the coffee to the appropriate people, I went back to Ms. Marshall's office.<br />
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"First off, I would like you to know I received your text message, and although I didn't reply, I do accept your apology. Secondly, I'd like to give you a delivery task of sorts that doesn't involve coffee. I will give you a promotion if you get the delivery done in good time. You have potential, and your mistake, believe me, has been nothing compared to some of the idiots I've fired. At least you didn't trip over an office chair and spill coffee all over important reports. No joke. Here's the delivery, it's to go to the Wolfson Hospital by 3pm. Is that understood? Think you can handle it?"<br />
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Ralston sniffed my shoulder, showing me her appreciation as I pet her fur. I got up and changed out of my work clothes, feeling like I needed to go out and have some fun. I decided to make my way to The Watering Hole Saloon, which was the only bar in Appaloosa Plains. Besides alcohol, they had some games that I thought would be nice stress relief. Not to mention, if there were any hot girls, I knew of a sure way to relieve stress that involved them. When I got to the bar, it was pretty empty, but I didn't care too much as I headed upstairs to the shuffleboard table. All I wanted was to be out having fun, and I didn't mind entertaining myself, so the emptiness of the bar didn't matter.<br />
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Since I still felt pretty poor, I waited for Happy Hour to start before I ordered a drink. It paid off because I was able to get a drink for two dollars. After I finished it, I realized I was getting sleepy. Overall, it had been a good day. I felt a lot better knowing that my job was secure, and that my dreams of being well off hadn't been shattered.
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I pushed "Send," hoping that my boss, Kim Marshall, would forgive me for my ridiculous accident I had at work on Friday. I was a coffee courier at Heuber Associates, the main center of business in Appaloosa Plains, and all I had to do was go to Starbucks and get drinks for the corporate meeting that was taking place. It had been the end of my first week at work and I just so happened to wake up late. Two hours had passed before I woke up and looked at my clock, severely panicking that I had just gotten myself fired. The meeting had been going on for thirty minutes before I finally arrived at work, more disheveled than I had wanted to be in front of all the important suits, as I walked in incredibly embarrassed. Luckily, Ms. Marshall wasn't the kind of boss who enjoyed humiliating her lowly employees, so she waited till after the suits had left before chewing my ass. I had apologized profusely, but she just waved her hand in my direction, dismissing me like a king would dismiss a subject from court.<br />
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Ever since then, I had been panicking whether or not I would have a job to go to on Monday. It was Sunday morning, 8:31am to be exact, and I didn't know if I could make it through the day without driving myself nuts. I had just come back from a walk around the block, which I had taken when I had gotten up early due to insomnia. <i>Sure, today you wake up early, Benjamin, you idiot.</i> Silently chastising myself, I remained standing in front of my house, letting the cool air blow past my cheek. Putting my phone back in my pocket, I. Just. Stood. There. Jeez, I was so unmotivated today. Maybe I should go buy a book. <i>No, dumbass, you don't know if you have a job, don't fucking go shopping.</i> Staring at the cobblestones in my driveway, I finally got an idea. I was somewhat of a natural handyman, so sometimes I practiced my skill on certain things in my house.<br />
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I finally mustered up the motivation to get my feet to walk again, one after the other, till I got to the stairs of my house, going up the wooden planks and inside, where I changed into some clothes that I knew I wouldn't mind dirtying, got my toolbox off the deck, and headed to the kitchen sink to perform some upgrades on it.</div>
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Lately, I had noticed my kitchen faucet had been dripping and I wanted to fix it before it decided to get worse and significantly increase my water bill. <i>God I was so boring today.</i> I took several deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, allowing myself to concentrate on the task at hand. <i>Awesome faucet, Benjamin, awesome faucet. Nothing else matters right now.</i> Finally, I was able to stop thinking about my work mistake, and I focused completely on my sink.<br />
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When I was done, I looked at the clock, which read 1:25pm. <i>Wow, that took a really long time.</i> On the plus side, I was really happy that the day was getting closer to Monday and I could learn my fate. I laughed to myself, thinking that I was probably the only person in the world who was happy that Monday was going to come around again. For the first time today, I felt at ease.<br />
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I was just about to pry myself away from my telescope, when Ralston, my German shepherd, walked by, giving me a strange look. I knelt down and pet her soft fur, cooing at her. Ralston barked a short, soft bark and nuzzled my hand. I glanced over at where her doghouse was and noticed her food bowl was empty.<br />
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"What's wrong, babe? Are you hungry? You must be, your bowl's empty, huh?"<br />
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I pet Ralston more, and then walked over to where the dog food was, getting it out and pouring some into her bowl. As I did, my own stomach growled. I went back inside and made myself an easy bowl of macaroni and cheese. I sat down to eat, thinking about how I wanted to make some real money one day. That was the whole point of me wanting to go work at Heuber Associates. Sighing, my thoughts went back to work and how I was afraid for my job. I looked out the window, seeing that it was dark, and being glad for that. It was going to become Monday, and I was going to learn my fate very soon.<br />
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LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-566766103627730452015-02-11T18:53:00.000-08:002015-02-14T13:56:12.867-08:00Analysis: Benjamin SchmidtOkay, I picked my first victim, I mean Sim. He's not terrible looking, I do like beards, but that haircut could use some styling. I'd have to go into CAS to see if I really do like his face enough, but I still feel like he could be hotter... Let's investigate more about his life before his time for needing potential plastic surgery begins. Also I didn't bother turning off the plumbobs since this still a set up post.<br />
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His name is Benjamin Schmidt, and he lives on Bob-o-link Drive. I dare say the name of his street is more interesting than his name. Sorry, Ben... that's the facts of life, darling. I might give you an awesome middle name later on, but first things first. Ben has a dog named Ralston, who to be honest looks kind of freaky in this picture, but I thought it was funny at the same time.<br />
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She's a yup, a female dog named Ralston, I guess, don't ask? I'm guessing she's a German shepherd just based on her size and stuff, but I don't know shit about dogs to be honest, so don't be mad at me if I'm horribly wrong. Ralston is an adult dog.<br />
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Moving on, Ben's house isn't too bad, it's got your typical pale colored siding and dark colored roof. He's got a truck which I didn't notice till now, oops. Let's sneak a peek at the inside of Ben's house.<br />
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Hmm not too shabby actually, Ben's got some fairly good stuff in there as well as a spacious deck out back. Some of the colors in his house could be spruced up a bit as well as the dead grass in front of his house, but those full length windows out the back of his house are spectacular. He's lucky his house needs no remodeling because he has like less than 2,000 bucks in his account.<br />
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All right, house situation assessed and approved. I guess I haven't looked at any of Ben's information yet. That should be next. His <b>Lifetime Wish is Heartbreaker: Boyfriend of 10 different Sims</b>... man, I have story ideas already, LOL. Just got to ask myself... does he have so many partners because he's a jerk who can't commit to anyone, or is he just unlucky and they all die off for some reason before he can get beyond being their boyfriend? Hmm... *broods* I mean yeah the wish says heartbreaker, but those are just words. LOL. His traits are <b>Brave, Great Kisser, Handy, Charismatic, and Friendly.</b> Well according to those traits, that doesn't scream heartless to me at all.<br />
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Checking out Ben's relationship panel, he's got two Sims in the red, one is a cat, I guess he's not a cat person, and the second is Hetty Lionheart. Wow... looking at Hetty's headshot in the panel, she looks like a crazy cat lady... I bet the cat he hates belongs to Hetty. LOL. His friends, besides Ralston, seem to be four girls, Gracie, Jazlyn, Hailey, and Benni, and then one Sim named Li Lo who's headshot is just a black silouhette... The fuck? Its probably some wierd CC or something... *more story ideas percolate*<br />
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Career wise, Ben has an entry level business job as a coffee courier. He has two skills, logic and handiness. His logic is pretty high.<br />
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Now onto Ben's makeover... are you ready? Are you sure? Just kidding, this is Ben now. He looks much, much better, even though he wasn't horrible looking to start with. His shave makes him look years younger. I kept some light stubble on his face cause as I mentioned earlier I like beards. I dyed his hair as well and gave him some highlights and freckles, as well as some other face tweaks. I kept his earring he was wearing in his left ear, but I think he looks good enough to start now!<br />
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<br />LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-73414052183636494372015-02-11T15:02:00.001-08:002015-02-13T12:03:58.634-08:00The First Experiment...If you're confused by this post, head over to my Wordpress blog, and read this first. <a href="https://lateknightsimmer.wordpress.com/paint-the-townies-gorgeous-challenge/">"Paint the Townies Gorgeous Challenge"</a><br />
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Ok.. hmm... *scratches head* I've never started a challenge of my own creation before, so this is hmm.. LOL. Bear with me as I act dumb for a little bit while I get this 'maybe' story set up. I opened my game and picked Appaloosa Plains as my experiment. Currently, the families living there at the start of everything are as follows, in no particular order, I just clicked around till I got them all. When I say couple, it's my just first glance that there are two adult Sims in the house together.<br />
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<b>Fox</b><br />
37 Eucalyptus Drive<br />
Looks like a couple, with a few animals, can't tell if there's a toddler in there or not<br />
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<b>Loveland</b><br />
1938 Beach Boulevard<br />
Single with a small pet<br />
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<b>Miller</b><br />
1011 Pomona Promenade<br />
One couple with a teenager and one small pet<br />
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<b>Riffin</b><br />
1935 Beach Boulevard<br />
Single dad with two kids and some small pets<br />
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<b>Bedlington</b><br />
27 Gentrify Manor<br />
Couple with a pet<br />
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<b>Sports, Spice, and Everything Nice</b><br />
73 Rachelle Lane<br />
Couple<br />
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<b>Chandra</b><br />
72 Rachelle Lane<br />
Single<br />
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<b>Blackburn</b><br />
68 Rachelle Lane<br />
Single, with a small pet<br />
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<b>Bird Sisters</b><br />
202 Horseshoe Loop<br />
Sisters, with a small pet<br />
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<b>Benjamin Schmidt</b><br />
19444 Bob-o-link Drive<br />
Single<br />
One dog (German Shepherd perhaps) - named Ralston<br />
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<b>Unfettered with Feathers</b><br />
19445 Bob-o-link Drive<br />
Four roommates<br />
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<b>Parrott</b><br />
19441 Bob-o-link Drive<br />
Couple with one child<br />
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<b>Pinkerton</b><br />
309 Sweetapple Ridge Way<br />
Single<br />
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<b>Pelly</b><br />
303 Sweetapple Ridge Way<br />
Single, with a pet<br />
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<b>"Millions in Singles" -ton</b><br />
301 Sweetapple Ridge Way<br />
Brothers with a horse<br />
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<b>Darnell</b><br />
1812 Ednamary Way<br />
Single with a horse<br />
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<b>Curley</b><br />
206 West Appaloosa Avenue<br />
Couple, with a small pet<br />
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<b>Marshall</b><br />
1813 Ednamary Way<br />
Couple, with pets<br />
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<b>Country Cowpokes</b><br />
192 Horseshoe Loop<br />
Two singles, with some animals<br />
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<b>Martingale</b><br />
190 Horseshoe Loop<br />
Single mom with a teenager and a horse<br />
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<b>Lionheart</b><br />
6 Floodplain Lane<br />
Single with a few animals<br />
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All right... these are all the starting Sims in Appaloosa Plains. I think I'm going to start off with a single Sim so I don't overwhelm myself right off the bat. Now the goal is to give the Sim I pick a makeover till he or she looks just the way I want, and then I'll start working on fulfilling whatever lifetime wish the game gave this Sim, and maybe write a story alongside it. Find out in my next post which Sim I picked. Also sorry for no pictures, this is a set up post anyway, more for my reference, so yeah. :)LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-46827723885238809222013-05-25T13:21:00.000-07:002013-05-25T13:21:19.425-07:00Chapter 19: Potions and PromsFor once in this house, the floor is clean, there are no smelly dishes laying around, and water is not pouring out of the sink. Liang is finally getting around to upgrading the sink to unbreakable because everyone else is sleeping. This is a once every few hundred years occurrence, like a solar eclipse. Liang better take good advantage of this. There is the bathroom toilet which keeps breaking, as well as the shower. I'm unsure what the game is counting towards his ten upgrades, he has six done already, but perhaps it is counting things he upgraded in Nubby's old apartment. If so, he's had that wish for way too bloody long.<br />
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Liang finishes the upgrade successfully. <span style="color: magenta;">Thank the heavens above, now this sink will never break again. It's broken so many times it's ridiculous. Or was it just that it was broken once for eighty-four years because no one bothered to repair it or mop the puddle? *shrugs* Liang pulls out a paper fan and fans himself.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Liang, isn't that paper fan a little dainty for a man of your stature?"</span><br />
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-_-<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Jeez, Liang, not taking anything lightly are you?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">*shrugs* I guess Liang hates his life. I can't say I blame him.</span><br />
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Liang goes to fix the television which has been broken for a decade and catches Liberty leaving a whoopee cushion in the couch.<br />
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"Why? Liberty? Why? Can't you just behave? Farting sounds are not funny!"<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Actually Liang... they are."</span><br />
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There's that face again. He's got some issues today.<br />
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"Thanks for standing up for me."<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"You're welcome, Liberty. You are heir after all, even though your nose is freakishly huge. But you might want to do those pranks when Liang is at work. This is advice from a true troublemaker."</span><br />
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"Wow, thanks!"<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"You have much to learn, young padawan. Now go become besties with your imaginary friend. I would like to see if we can turn it real and get you a smokin' boyfriend who will always love you forever."</span><br />
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Nikolai is scared of the sink now, after last chapter when it attacked his face with its deadly water droplets.<br />
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Bradley Sim notices Liberty talking to the wall and makes this face. At least I think that's what he's doing. Let's find out.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Bradley Sim, what up babe? Was there a chicken in the bedroom when you woke up?"</span><br />
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"No. But uhh, I think Liberty is talking to the wall."<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"It's her imaginary friend."</span><br />
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"Oh... what?"<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">*make out*</span><br />
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"Ok, I'm better now."<br />
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Anyway, Liberty continues to talk to her friend, aka the wall from Bradley Sim's perspective.<br />
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"So Dad's a turd."<br />
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"Uh-huh!"<br />
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"He put me in time out, but I'm going to succeed in pranking Nikolai. I just know I am."<br />
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"I think there might be something wrong with Liberty. She was talking to the wall earlier. Just thought you should know."<br />
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"Thanks, Bradley Sim."<br />
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I don't know why, but Roxie was in the kitchen fake throwing up while thinking of Liberty.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Roxie? What's the matter?"</span><br />
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"Liberty's hair. I hate it. It makes me want to vomit. We should get her a wig."<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Roxie, no amount of wig can fix your sister's ugly."</span><br />
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"Oh right. I forgot."<br />
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Uhhh... speaking of wigs... Nubby is suddenly sporting a new wig that I swear I did not put on her. What the fuck? After Bradley Sim was done talking to her, I left her up in her bedroom. She came into the kitchen with a wig... *scratches head*<br />
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Liberty gets splashed by an overflowing toilet and unsuccessfully tries to set a trap in the sink, so now she's sulking on the couch. She has so many negative moodlets I'm surprised her plumbob hasn't exploded yet.<br />
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Liberty is on a mission to find the metamorphium potion. It is said this potion will make Patterns a real Sim. With this potion, Liberty hopes to make her family finally believe that her friend is real and that she is not a crazy person. <span style="color: magenta;">It's kind of funny after I bought them the chemistry station, all the family members got a wish to discover a potion.</span><br />
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In the midst of all the crazy, I had completely forgotten about Liang's lifetime dream of owning his own bar and mastering mixology. He reminded me of this fact by going to the bar and making some party drinks. I have in fact stopped giving a shit about Nubby's lifetime dream of becoming a writer because she's not putting in the effort to do anything towards fulfilling it. Liang actually goes and improves the skill he wants all by himself.<br />
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ARGH. Liberty's imaginary friend likes to insult her, and make their friendship go from Best Friend to Good Friend. I'm still curious about how to make them real, and you have to be best friend status for that to happen. I'm hoping this doesn't take a millennium to figure out because Liberty will not be living that long. Also it's taking her forever to discover the correct potion as well. I have to constantly watch them like a hawk. It's exhausting. Nubby keeps getting calls from Matthew Hamming to go on a date, and he's always invisible. I don't even... yeah, I've exited and reopened this save a few times, and Matthew is just... gone. It is certainly the most fucked up situation I have ever encountered while playing Sims.<br />
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"Thanks. I want to keep this one. Maybe you could put it in our room? Yeah, it's what happens after you pass out from too much wine." *naughty grin*<br />
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Finally, Liberty discovers a potion. It's the Mood Enhancer potion. She also thinks that she wants to be a magician, so I guess that's going to be her lifetime dream. It's prom night, and this is her outfit. We'll just have to see what shenanigans she gets into at prom.<br />
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Liberty gets into a fight because her friend got drenched in punch. Roxie gets into a fight because someone else was talking to her crush. Liberty impressed a guy named Sebastian with her dance moves. Roxie stares at some lights. Liberty's crush ignored her the entire time. Roxie asked her crush to dance, and he walked away.<br />
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While the kids are at prom, and Nikolai is doing his homework in the limo instead of attending prom, this guy comes up to the house. He's apparently paparazzi. He's got sunken eyes, and looks dead tired. Maybe he should just go to bed... he looks... bad.<br />
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Back at prom, Liberty is jealous of everyone else's clothing. Duh, Liberty it's cause your fashion is just like your mother's, lacking in every way imaginable. Finally, Roxie gets some good luck at prom. A guy named Bronson is getting her punch, constantly. She likes this. Are we sure Bronson doesn't have an ulterior motive? Yeah, pretty sure, considering how Roxie looks. Although maybe Bronson thinks her blue skin is intriguing. Who knows? All I'm getting is text notes.<br />
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The paparazzi thinks this house is smelly. Dude, then why do you continue to remain?<br />
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Liberty got Queen of the Prom! Why didn't it just say Prom Queen? Wow, really? The whole school must be ugly, otherwise their criteria for Prom Queen must be really fucked up. Apparently this was an underwater sea themed prom because Roxie feels like she is in the sea. Roxie fell on her face while dancing. I guess that punch Bronson got her was making her lose her balance. Roxie gets into another fight because someone looked at her funny.<br />
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Paparazzi dude continues to confuse the hell out of me. Yes, Nubby's butt ugly. We established this in the beginning of the story. Why are you still here? You haven't taken a single picture, although I recommend you don't because it will probably break your camera.<br />
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Interesting. I checked Liberty's relationships, and this Sebastian Striker is now her romantic interest. Perhaps I won't have to try so hard with her imaginary friend... Good, yes, yes.LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-26800976003608200152013-05-21T22:05:00.000-07:002013-05-21T22:05:27.393-07:00Chapter 18: I'd Rather Watch the Guitar than EatLiberty's first thought as a teenager after she won the heir vote was to learn how to drive. Sadly, she must telepathically communicate this thought to her parents in order for her to actually fulfill the wish. If you remember how great her parents were at having any desire to teach Liberty any of her skills when she was a toddler, you will probably also be sad for Liberty. She may just have to magically know how to drive when she ages up. Liberty also wants a part time job, which is probably going to be the only teenage wish she can accomplish. Oh, also, Nubby and Liang never got a car so... yeah I might as well just cancel that "Learn to Drive" thought. *shrugs* Some days it takes me a while to realize things... blonde moments. I have lots of them.<br />
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Liberty goes to sleep... in the middle of the ugliest jam session in the world... except for Bradley Sim, of course. For whatever weird ass reason, Liberty's mother has decided to jam in their bedroom. Well, I guess Nubby has always been quite rude, so the fact that I continue to be surprised by her rudeness surprises me. Oh yeah, I got new skins and eyes for my Sims, but it doesn't make a difference on anyone except Bradley.<br />
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"Thanks, I'm sleepy because they won't get out of my room."<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"It's ok, I'll blueprint it. Yeah, I'd do it for you." *bats eyelashes*</span><br />
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Roxie goes to bed too, and Nubby remains awake. This is a strange occurrence because Nubby is usually nowhere to be found... except in her bed fast asleep. There were leftover pancakes in the fridge, but I found that Nubby made even more pancakes. *shakes head* I do not understand this family. Not. One. Bit.<br />
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Hmm... this is curious. Matthew Hamming, the mayor who keeps calling Nubby, has now crossed over to the weird side because he's asking her out on a date. I'm not even sure what to do now... uh... let's cause drama. She's going to accept, and we'll see what happens... plus it's going to be hilarious when she passes out while talking to Matthew because her energy bar is red. This is even more curious... Matthew is there, I hear his voice, but he's... not... there?<br />
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Matthew continues to be invisible. Nubby goes into the consignment shop, and the person who works at the shop also talks to the invisible Matthew, so Nubby's not on drugs or anything. It's kind of a shame Matthew is invisible because he was one of the more attractive Sims in this game save. Figures...<br />
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Roxie woke up in a bad mood, most likely because she didn't get voted heir. <span style="color: magenta;">Roxie, it's okay, you got a vote. You did much better than Nikolai. So much better. Plus you get to stay in the story.</span><br />
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So far Liberty wants not only a part time job, but an after school activity as well. She looks like she wants to take after her father, as in have 100 jobs and no free time. I don't even know if after school activities and part time jobs conflict. <span style="color: magenta;">*points at Liberty like Nelson from the Simpsons* Ha-ha!</span> Her fun bar is already down to stressed after one day of school and no jobs or activities. She's going to be so annoyed when I make her get a job and an activity, and she brought it all on herself. Ha-ha!<br />
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Hmm. That answers my question. Liberty signed up for the Study Club and now she can't get a part time job. This wishacy is sucking badly. Haha. Thank god I'm not keeping score, or my points would be in the negative. . probably... if that's even possible. I didn't know which activity to sign her up for, but apparently Study Club will allow her to do her homework at lightning speed... although I bet The Flash still does homework faster than her... if The Flash had any homework to do.<br />
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Uhhh... *scratches head* Roxie was hungry, so she got some pancakes out of the fridge. She was just about to put them on the table, but then decided to go and watch the person playing guitar instead of eating. She's got the Very Hungry moodlet... oh and she put the pancakes on the floor instead of the perfectly open table or counter that's in the house. I'm regretting buying them that guitar because that's all they do. It's so stupid that now they are putting off surviving to watch someone play guitar. These Sims are so stupid on free will. I got a message that Liberty's imaginary friend Patterns wanted to come out and play... so for lack of something to do, I guess I'll have Liberty do that.<br />
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They had a conversation next to Bradley Sim, who probably thinks Liberty is insane. Liberty started snubbing Nikolai which is a good thing because he's a jerk.<br />
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"Nikolai, you're a loser. I hate your loser face."<br />
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So... they're on free will, and they won't eat for themselves, nor go to bed by themselves. At least not without complaining first, but they'll go watch someone play guitar while they're starving? Roxie's complained like three times now that she's sleepy while I've been directing Liberty to hang out with Patterns. Roxie could have gone to bed like three times already.<br />
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Liberty tries to set traps for Nikolai, but Liang finds out and scolds her. She wants to set five traps. I'm just directing them towards Nikolai because he's such a tool. Liberty tries to plead her case by saying the television is broken so she has nothing better to do. Liang isn't buying that bullshit, although he does kind of look cute with that new skin.<br />
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Bradley Sim likes to paint lighthouses, you know, when he's not painting pictures of Nubby.<br />
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Guess where Nubby's going? Yup, you guessed it, bed.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Hey, Bradley Sim, you look so sexy with that Swiffer."</span><br />
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"Haha. I'm tired of these puddles everywhere."<br />
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<br />LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-19344847761678689282013-05-20T10:52:00.000-07:002013-05-20T10:52:11.254-07:00LibertyThe poll is over. The winner of the ugliest heir vote in the universe is our very own big nosed Liberty. Roxie got one vote, so she'll be in the house and remain in the story. Nikolai fails at life, also known as he got no votes, so he'll be moving out when he turns YA.<br />
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Thanks for all the votes, you lovely readers, you. *smiley face* and *hugs*<br />
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<br />LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-78193874212871995822013-05-13T22:07:00.002-07:002013-05-13T22:07:31.017-07:00Chapter 17: The Ugliest Heir Vote in the UniverseI went ahead and made all three kids teens because I'm sick and tired of Nubby and Liang and I want to pass the torch already.<br />
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"Hahaha, Roxie, you're the last one to become a teenager. Hahaha. I'm the only boy, so I should be the heir. Boys are better than girls anyway."<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">*rolls eyes* Nikolai is real mature, isn't he?</span><br />
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"Shut up, Nikolai. I'm a teenager now too."<br />
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"Sucking up to Dad by wearing a China shirt isn't going to get you heir votes. You have to suck up to the people reading the story. Duh, Roxie."<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">*shock* Roxie has hair now. That's good, I won't have to color code her clothes any more. They all got their mother's weight issues.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Listen up, you jackasses. Stop fighting and introduce yourselves so the people reading can pick one of you for heir. Tell them your first name and your traits, and why you think you're the better candidate. Someone find Liberty too."</span><br />
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"Oh man, why does Liberty get to be in the running?"<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Um, she's a child in this family too, Nikolai. You're so rude. Go Nikolai. You first, since you'll probably whine about not being able to go first."</span><br />
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"Hi readers. I'm Nikolai. I'm Inappropriate, Loser, Clumsy, and Easily Impressed. I'm the better candidate because boys are better than girls."<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"All right, that's acceptable. Immature, but acceptable. NEXT!"</span><br />
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"I'm Roxie. I'm Brave, Frugal, Grumpy, and Easily Impressed. You should vote for me because I have the most interesting look. Blue skin is pretty cool!"<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"That's better than Nikolai's reason... I think." *shrugs* "Liberty! Your turn!"</span><br />
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"I'm Liberty. I'm Eco-Friendly, Nurturing, Heavy Sleeper, and Friendly. You should vote for me because I'm the oldest, and also because I'm going to be good for the environment. The world will be in better shape if I'm heir. Plus, I have pretty eyes, the prettiest eyes out of all of my siblings."<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Uh.. thank you Miss America... I think."</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">All right it's time to vote for one of these ass ugly teenagers to take over the story! Vote below at the bottom of the page, under the comment box. The poll will end on May 20th. Thanks for reading, commenting, and voting!</span></h4>
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Nubby finally finished her book. Good grief. I think she will die before she fulfills her lifetime dream. She's so slow. This is her second book. Aye aye aye. Maybe I just need to buy her a computer for her house. <span style="color: magenta;">Ew. This woman is wearing clothes that do not fit her. Ew. Oh yeah, Nubby broke the computer. I swear she didn't sit on it or anything. Maybe her face broke it. That's quite plausible.</span><br />
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I finally bought Liang his own professional bar so he could practice at home. I got annoyed when the moonlighting message said Liang's customers didn't like what he did. I don't know why because he is at Level 6 of bartending. *shrugs* Yes, he is in the garage and it is dark. This house I bought for them had a garage, but I didn't buy them a car, choosing to turn it into more space for them, and I never removed the garage door.<br />
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Uh oh... I don't think the water is supposed to come out of the shower at that angle... Liang wants to mop the puddle, but not fix the shower, I think he'll be finding himself a problem with a never ending puddle... and a giant water bill!<br />
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*sighs* I guess Liberty is awake. She still loves that creepy doll. <span style="color: magenta;">Go find a rock, dummy. That's the only thought you have. I guess. You're still a child so I won't hold it against you... for too long.</span><br />
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The game sends me "It's Almost Liberty's Birthday! Why don't you buy her a cake?" <span style="color: magenta;">Because I don't want to buy her a fucking cake, douche. It's boring to have the typical age up pictures. ARGH. </span>Well Liberty's got to go to school so we'll be putting rock collecting on hold for now.<span style="color: magenta;"> Of course, the place I sent her only had seeds. Why make this easy for me?</span><br />
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Meanwhile back at home, the entire house is falling apart. The kitchen sink breaks. and starts spraying water everywhere after Liang finishes washing the dishes. <span style="color: magenta;">It's too bad, because I was working on Liang's wish to upgrade something using the kitchen sink as the guinea pig. It's 27% of the way to being unbreakable. Of course, now it breaks. *head desk* </span>Nubby's face is scrunched up, as if she saw something really ugly.<span style="color: magenta;"> That's funny, she's not looking in a mirror.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Nubby, too lazy to cook, is eating ice cream for breakfast. The entire tub, it looks like... *shakes head* </span>On the plus side, the sexy trash can is in the upper left of this picture.<br />
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Liang's having a shitty day. He throws up on the front lawn.<span style="color: magenta;"> I'm not sure if it's all the ugly he's constantly subjected to... or... all the broken shit in his house. Oh well at least Liberty wasn't out there this time. I can imagine having your father throw up on your head would be traumatic.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">ARGH. Fuck this. I'm tired of trying to find a stupid rock for Liberty. I don't even care anymore. Bradley Sim keeps smiling as he paints... shirtless. *swoon*</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">So I sent Liberty to the graveyard with the intention of finding a rock, which I quickly got sick of doing. She's here now, so she's going to stay and do her homework in the graveyard. Spooky.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Bradley Sim your eyes are the same color as your shirt. You're hot."</span><br />
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Is Liberty done with her homework yet? *whines* She needs to be a teenager so I can end this stupid chapter already. Liberty comes home to a giant shit hole. The kitchen sink has stopped leaking for now, but it's still unusable. Roxie is still sitting in the puddle.<br />
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Stupid Liberty. That's Bradley Sim's bed. *shakes head* At least Nubby is finally being a good mother.<br />
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Liang is working his ass off again. He finished his upgrade something thought, and now he wants to upgrade ten things total. He's going to be making everything unbreakable so that their house stops being the land of 10,000 lakes. I don't know where Nubby is, but my guess is that she's sleeping.<br />
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So I missed the picture, but Liang was mopping the giant ass puddle in their kitchen, and Nubby had a path error complaint because she couldn't get to the fridge. *shakes head* She's so rude.<br />
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Here's teenage Liberty. She apparently lost her long hair, and it seems like her nose is getting bigger.<br />
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<br />LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-33192198170655732662013-05-13T00:28:00.001-07:002013-05-13T00:28:29.342-07:00Chapter 15: Shameless Flirting<span style="color: magenta;">*rolls eyes* Yeah, I started this chapter rolling my eyes.</span> The stupid ugly repo man came back, I swear I paid their damn bills. He thinks their house is pretty smelly. I think he should just leave. <span style="color: magenta;">Actually I was trying to save the game so I could go play something... oh you know, interesting? The game was like "The Repo Man is claiming your belongings, do you want to save in this state?" I could have, but I didn't want to risk glitching the game. *throws things*</span> So yeah, let's start this thing I guess.<br />
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Today the ugly repo man has a vendetta against Liberty and her toilet. He laughs evilly as he zaps the poor plastic piece of plumbing into his gun. <span style="color: magenta;">Dude, it's just a kiddy toilet, what the hell is your problem?</span> I hate repo men.<br />
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"WHAT THE HELL?"<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Bradley Sim. Come here. I'll make you feel better."</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">*make out*</span><br />
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"Thanks baby. At least there wasn't a fucking tiger in the bathroom."<br />
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Nubby is actually taking some responsibility and washing the dishes. Maybe she finally understood what Liang was saying the other day, how he needs some help around the house since he is the one doing all the baby care and housework, all while juggling two jobs.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">I keep doing the Try for Baby interaction and I'm not getting the twinkly sound for baby being made. Also I keep getting interrupted because it's on high will and they keep leaving to do other things. So... screw it all, I'm just going to go into CAS and make Liberty's two other siblings. *throws things* *goes into game to make siblings* *comes out of game* Liang is at work now and I hadn't saved him to the Sim bin, so I have to wait for him to get back from work... Argh, this story loves to infuriate me!! *Hulk smash* Haha, literally after I typed that, Bradley Sim was doing this...</span><br />
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"Shh... baby calm down."<br />
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"It's me, Bradley Sim. Come join me..."<br />
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*sly smile* "Look where I'm sitting, and then like I said, come join me. We can... you know."<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">*faints*</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">I didn't know where to put this picture, but I like it so much... *swoons, then drools*</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Bradley Sim and I distracted each other... until Liang came back. Ok. Now I can go into CAS and create Liberty's siblings. Get ready for some ugly babies... meet Nikolai, Liberty's brother, and Roxie, Liberty's sister. Keep in mind I only changed their clothes. The game decided to give Nikolai an ass ton of hair and Roxie no hair, just like Liberty. It apparently hates to give girls in this game any hair. These lucky kiddos both got Nubby's face shape. Nikolai got Liang's nose, which is good for him. Roxie didn't get so lucky... with anything. I think her IF doll looks better than her. I had to color her clothes pink so I remembered she was a girl. Yikes. I think Liberty got the good end of the stick between the two of them.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Bradley Sim and I discussed... he's going to be in the background of some shots now. A girl can change her mind, right?</span> Nubby seems to like Roxie a lot. Roxie and Nikolai were on the floor together and Nubby gave Roxie a bottle, but then covered her ears when Nikolai was crying wanting a bottle... strange woman. Maybe she likes Roxie because she's blue and bald like her? Who knows.<br />
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That's some quality parenting there... Liberty's in the front yard. I can't blame Bradley Sim for not putting her in a crib because there were too many people in my way at the time and I couldn't place a third crib in time before he went to bed. At least her IF doll has a giant light bulb on its head so she can see. Even from this far away, the IF's light bulb head shines brightly like a beacon in the night. Hopefully it doesn't attract aliens. This baby does not need any more traumatizing. Liberty's energy bar is pretty high, so she might not even need to sleep before they all wake up. It might be fine... although it is never fine to leave your baby in your front yard... in the dark... where aliens have been known to abduct Sims.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Morning Bradley Sim." *blushes*</span><br />
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ARGH! Nubby! For fuck's sake, finish your book.<span style="color: magenta;"> I swear I always send her to the library and she doesn't even do what she wants to do. I guess writing on the computer isn't something the game has Sims do on free will... at least not in this case.</span><br />
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"Damn." *sly smile*<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">It is taking so long for Liang to teach Liberty how to talk. It's been like four Sim days already. I bought him a professional bar so he could practice making drinks since his moonlighting is not going so well. I hoped to skill him up before sending him moonlighting again, but I wanted to fulfill his wish of teaching Liberty how to talk first. Typical, when I am trying to do something in this save, it always, always takes forever to get it. *sighs* YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! I heard the music for toddler skill fulfilled... Liberty is now going to be a child, with the trait...Eco-Friendly. I hate eco-friendly Sims. Hang on, I have to fix her clothes. She aged up with invisible pants. *shakes head* On the plus side, she has hair now instead of that weird hairstyle Nubby had.</span><br />
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She inherited her mother's lovely figure and that nose looks pretty bad on her right now. I don't think that nose will ever look good on anyone. Maybe it'll breed out of the family genes within ten generations. We can only hope. I have the child setting set to two days so we'll be seeing this ass ugly teenager in no time.LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-43890185112139742992013-05-11T19:57:00.000-07:002013-05-11T19:57:12.534-07:00Chapter 14: Terrible Parents, LCD MonitorsAre you as not ready for this as I am? Hopefully listening to music will help me through this nonsense. All right. I love you guys for reading this. It keeps me motivated to write it because you have no idea... it's so hard! *cries* Ok, that's enough whining from the author. Oh, and Bradley Sim's butt made his way into this chapter. I had to. Just. Had. To.<br />
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Haha, Nubby... So I open the game, load it up, and the first thing I hear is the "Pee Self" music. I'm literally rolling on the floor laughing right now. <span style="color: magenta;">Better get a cloth, Nubby, that's going to soak in the carpet. </span>Haha, they just bought a new house too. Hahaha!!</div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">Uh... that's not a cloth. That's a Swiffer Wet Jet sweeper, which is so not what you use to clean up a pee soaked carpet.</span> Haha, I bet she's just moving it around and not cleaning it up. Ew. What a smelly, hilarious start to this chapter. Ooh she got a wish for something related to her baby. Too bad it's just snuggle. That child is going to grow up with stupid traits.</div>
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Finally, sheesh. As these terrible parents are sleeping, I scroll through their wishes. Liang rises above the ranks of terrible parenting and starts thinking maybe he should teach Liberty how to walk. Both of them want to move into a high rise building which I am not letting them do because I just moved them out of the stupid building that was causing so many path errors I wanted to scream. They still both want to be able to do their own laundry, Liang wants a washer, and Nubby wants a dryer, but I've been holding off on buying them stuff that isn't going to earn them any skill. Ok, I just had to do this... Bradley Sim's butt. Hehe.</div>
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Toddler training halfway up. Sweet. I notice through scrolling the wishes that both Liang and Nubby want to see Liberty age up well, yet neither of them want to teach her how to talk... Contradictory much? Or is part of the rules that if the parents get the age up well wish that you're supposed to teach the missing skill to fulfill it? Meh. I'm not going to read the rules again. I didn't lock that age up well wish in for either of them anyway because I figured the teaching to talk wish was better. Nubby's apparently friends with the Mayor of Bridgeport who always calls to chat ever since she remodeled his laundry room. Despite his thinking she didn't do a good job, it's nice to see he still thinks of her as a friend. </div>
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Sigh. I forgot to get a picture, but I noticed Liang heading upstairs to go to bed, leaving Liberty in the high chair. Nubby is also nowhere to be found. I heard Bradley Sim talking, and then found this. Apparently Bradley Sim is the only one who was disturbed by the fact that Liberty might have had to spend the night in her high chair. I also found out Nubby has been in bed for hours. Her energy bar is almost full, while the rest of them are in the yellow.</div>
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Ugly mother and child finally together. I have to admit though, Liberty's eye color is pretty awesome. I find it hilarious that Nubby is so fat that Liberty's arm length is maxed out trying to hang on to her.</div>
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Super Dad. Guess where Nubby is... that's right. She went to bed, leaving Liang to do EVERYTHING. I hate her right now. Liang teaches Liberty the word flour. Haha. We'll see what her first word is... hopefully it's something ridiculous, just like this family. Liberty's first word is... LCD monitor. Yup. just as I thought. Ridiculous.</div>
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LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-22427922403697396012013-05-09T20:36:00.000-07:002013-05-09T20:36:15.980-07:00Chapter 13: Path Errors and Repo Men<h4>
NOTE: <span style="color: magenta;">I messed around with a little distraction because my eyes were burning writing this story, so I created Bradley Cooper's Simself. The television kept teasing me with Hangover 3 commercials. I added him to the house so I'd have something beautiful to look at. He'll probably cause problems because they have no space, but he'll be better for my sanity. I've told Bradley to keep his hot ass out of the screenshots for the story, which he's okay with. Here's some pics of him before I start the chapter.</span></h4>
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~ Late Knight Simmer ~</h2>
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Liang proposes again now that there hopefully shouldn't be any more stupid interruptions. Nubby jumps up and down, which I think is a good sign, yeah, I don't make Sims propose very often...<br />
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Yup. She's good with it. Liang's hand gets lost in her size a million extra large hoodie, while their elephant nosed baby Liberty looks up at them.<br />
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"Liang, here is this ring. I love you."<br />
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"Nubby, here is your ring. I love you."<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Wow, you guys, that was so romantic. Not."</span><br />
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"Simlish is not my first language. I just said the important parts."<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Right. How could I forget? Nubby is dramatic, so she likes to fake pass out when I ask her pointed questions. Meh, whatever.</span> Now's the inevitable toddler training stuff, so we get a potty for the kid. It creates a path error when I put it next to the bathroom sink because apparently their sink is too big. Then I put it next to the trash can, which creates a path error when Nubby tries to dispose of the trash. *head desk* It's in a good spot now, and by good I mean it creates no path errors.<br />
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Third time is a charm. Liberty did not want to learn this the first two times Liang put her on the toilet. Why? Well, her needs were all green... stupid toddler was mad because there were dirty dishes. <span style="color: magenta;">What? Dirty dishes make you not want to take a dump? Are you afraid of the competition? Like you want to be the stinkiest thing in the house, so everything else that was dirty had to be cleaned up only for you to make it stinky again? It only took 5 mood points from you, you jerk. You can poop when there are dirty dishes. Geez.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">BRIEF INTERMISSION: When I moved Bradley in, he came with a bunch of money, and since I'm not technically supposed to do shit like that, I bought them a house that got them back to their $7/$8,000 household fund amount they had in their apartment. Now they have more space and I have regained the use of my eyes. So... pictures from now are in their new house. Their apartment was driving me bonkers anyway. INTERMISSION OVER</span></h4>
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I get a lovely notification that the household bills have gone unpaid for way too long? What? They just moved in here. Nevertheless, the game sends in the repo man, who looks just as ugly as this family, and also looks like he is about twelve years old. He heads into the bathroom... uh, I wonder what he's going to steal.<br />
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This sink is feeling the effects of the repo man's wrath. I don't know what it is about that sink the repo man hates, but... he hates it. A lot. Just look at his face.<br />
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Or is it that he likes it? It looks like he's possibly giving it an evil grin. I'm thinking way too much about this. I guess it is one of the more interesting things that has happened in this story. *sighs*<br />
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Liang is not taking this well at all. He has good reason to freak out now though, as it looks like the repo man is trying to repossess Liang.<br />
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"You are coming back to China with me! HAHAHAHAH!!!"<br />
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"No, strange man with a weird gun!! AAAAAAAH!!"<br />
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"WAAAAAH!!!" Liang! I just married you! Why'd you have to be taken away by the repo man?"<br />
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Just kidding, Nubby was really crying about the trash can the repo man took. I don't know what the deal was, it was a really ugly brown trash can, and they can afford a better one, one with a lid. See? A pretty green metal trash can with a lid. It's better than the other one. How to know your Sims are ugly... when you take pictures of trash cans because they're prettier than your Sims.<br />
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So far, neither Nubby nor Liang have rolled any wishes to teach Liberty anything. I'm doing the potty training one because it fills the toddler's need of needing to pee. I suppose Liang has an excuse since he thought the repo man was going to take him back to China in his magical gun. Nubby wants to finish her book, so she and Liberty go out together. Nubby wanted to hire a babysitter, but I wanted her to stop being a lazy bum and spend time with Liberty.<br />
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Such quality parenting. Nubby goes over to the computer after putting Liberty down by the front door.<br />
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How fitting. A creepy looking toddler playing with a creepy looking doll. Nubby didn't even bother to change Liberty into her everyday outfit. Whoops. Oh well, she's a baby, and luckily, people don't complain about babies wearing underwear in public. As creepy as the IF's are, I'm glad they add points to a toddler's mood and fulfill their social needs.<br />
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Scanning the library is pretty disappointing. There's an old guy and a girl upstairs. No sexy cooks, or sexy Russian vampires.<br />
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This is boring, and Nubby is writing. So it's time to check on Liang. He's on his way to his job moonlighting at Waylon's. What a good boy.<br />
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See? All the men in this save have wrinkles. Liang's first customer of the night is an example of that. He's wearing a tuxedo. Maybe he's MI6's lesser known, less exciting Agent 700.<br />
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Yeah, less exciting is for sure. Agent 700 orders soup. Wow. I would have been more excited if he'd ordered a cosmopolitan even though that's a girl drink. At least it would have been alcohol. It's no wonder James Bond is the one every woman wants and every man wants to be.<br />
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Liang's getting good. He's spinning a mixer and a soda can at the same time. Very nice, Liang. You'll be owning your own bar in no time, darlin'!<br />
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The bar is pretty dead tonight, but at least Liang is getting bartending skill from cleaning cups and the counter.<br />
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Poor Liang. I checked on him only to find customers were complaining about the quality of his drinks and that he was on thin ice. He's up to Level 6 in mixology... grr... I think I'm going to have to buy one of those bars and put it in their house so he can practice. I don't know how to end this chapter, so I'll just end it now. Neither parent has gotten a wish to teach Liberty anything... still.<br />
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Let's see what Liang's doing. Awww, his adorableness is asleep dreaming about bathtubs. I'm so glad I gave him a new haircut, he looks so much cuter now. Lord knows I need some cute in this story. *rolls eyes* Liang is a neat Sim, perhaps that's why he likes bathtubs. I don't know how he's living in the above pictured filth. Oh... it's cause he's asleep. When he wakes up, he's going to be making the kitchen sink unbreakable so this abomination doesn't happen again. Especially with a baby on the way, and babies are so messy.<br />
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Liang's got a few hours before he needs to wake up, so it's time for Nubby to go back to the library and do that author thing. She's gotten so many wishes for so many different careers, none for writing, yet her lifetime dream is to make $400 a week off her writing. *shakes head* Her priorities suck. I bet she really hates those stairs now.<br />
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Naturally, Nubby goes and does exactly what I sent her to the library not to do, which is read. I sent her there to write another book. *face palm* Ooh, what do we have here? Sexy guy in a line cook uniform? Hello sexy cook. The camera will be following you around after sending Nubby to go <b>write</b>.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Nubby call me when you're going in labor so I can send your fat ass to the hospital. Sexy cook will be getting my attention for now."</span><br />
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What is with all the men in this save being wrinkly? Meh, I guess, he's still hot with his crow's feet. Nice close up of Sexy Cook with the book he just picked up.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Whatcha readin' there, Sexy Cook?"</span><br />
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"Unicorns for Audrey."<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"I like your earring."</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Am I bothering you?"</span><br />
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"No, I like the company."<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"You know your shirt is almost the same color as your skin, so it looks like..." *coy smile*</span><br />
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"Haha. I never noticed that. No one's ever told me that before."<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Hey baby where are you going?"</span><br />
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"I have to go to work. But it was nice talking to you."<br />
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Thus ends my fun with the almost shirtless sexy cook. Le sigh. Back to Nubby. At least now she's doing what she should be, which is writing.<br />
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The library remains quite boring and uneventful due to the lack of testosterone in the building. Staring at the book (Unicorns for Audrey, next to the girl in the hat) reminds me of Sexy Cook and how much I miss his stubbled face. More le sigh.<br />
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Liang has left work as a towel boy, and since the library is boring me to death, I go check on him. He's currently walking towards his car pool. Why is he wearing a suit when he's a towel boy? Actually he's a beverage consultant at the day spa, but I thought towel boy was a funnier title for him. He doesn't mind. See? He's smiling.<br />
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Liang goes back home and sleeps because the poor man is dead tired from his many jobs. Nubby's needs have gotten too low for her to continue writing *rolls eyes* so I send her back home. She starts thinking about joining the angler career, getting a massage and buying a dryer. What? She's trying to be like Sicily again, with the angler thing. If she wants to be like Sicily, she should really stop using her 'condition' as an excuse, and fix the damn sink instead of having her boyfriend do everything. Uh, getting a massage? <span style="color: magenta;">I realize you're pregnant, Nubby, but you haven't done anything today except sit on your ass playing chess and writing part of a book. A dryer? Why? You have no hampers, you don't need to do laundry. You live in an apartment that is the size of a closet, do you even remember that you need to buy a crib, which will take up, oh I don't know, FOUR build squares?!</span><br />
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Liang looks much better in those interesting boxer shorts. He's of course, fixing the sink. He has to fix it first before he can make it unbreakable, and he's also thinking about mopping the floor. He's got so many thoughts that all have to do with cleaning the apartment, so many that he has run out of space in his wish list. Wish One, repair broken sink, check. Wish Two, mop puddle, in progress.<br />
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Done with puddle mopping. Wish Three, upgrading five objects. Liang fixes the sink to make it unbreakable. In the midst of his handiness, he thinks he should marry Nubby. He's probably getting tired of being her slave as much as I am tired of seeing him be her slave.<br />
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You are so lucky, Nubby. The man has been working his butt off for you, and now he's giving you a massage. You're lucky he wants to marry you too, though it's surprising the way you've been treating him.<br />
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All right you idiots, time to get married. 9,999,999 romantic interactions later, Liang proposes. Nubby is excited and would have said yes, but guess what?<br />
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Yeah, that's right, the baby decides to come now. Timing for these two is dumb. So dumb. All. The. Time. It probably doesn't help that they always have to do nine billion romantic interactions to get to the point where they do anything useful with each other. So. They're not engaged because Nubby had to say no so she could make her face even uglier than it already is, if that's even possible.<br />
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Nubby and Liang have a baby girl... Eh. I don't know what to name her, so I just named her the first word that came to mind, Liberty. Their daughter is Liberty Yat Sen. There's no way in hell her surname was going to be Tubby, Nubby is going to change her last name after they successfully get married. Also since I don't care what her traits are right now, I rolled, and Liberty is a heavy sleeper and friendly. Naturally Nubby doesn't wait for Liang to stand with her outside the hospital, so I can get a picture of the two of them together. Wierdly, the baby looks normal... I find this highly unlikely.<br />
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Since babies bore me to death more than Liang and Nubby do, as if that is even possible, I just aged her up to a toddler. The ugly kicked in then, which is more of what I expected. She got Nubby's hairstyle and nose. I don't know who's eye color she has, maybe it's a mix of both of her parents. It's like light brown, even though I'm sure Liang's eyes aren't that bright, and I don't think I gave Nubby light brown eyes. The poor girl looked like a boy with the clothes she aged up in. Sadly, she still kind of looks like a boy. Of course when I tried to get a picture of her, Nubby walked her fat ass in front of me and I couldn't get a front facing shot. *rolls eyes* So that's why I just have a CAS shot.<br />
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<br />LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-60130269934150463072013-05-08T10:03:00.000-07:002013-05-08T10:03:11.959-07:00Chapter 11: Angry PlumbobsLiang is spending the day upgrading things around the apartment. Apparently the building manager is mean and doesn't care whether this apartment has shitty toilets and showers. Liang wants to upgrade five things and he's done two so far. He's probably sick and tired of the shitty things breaking all the time.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Liang's pajamas are driving me crazy. They're so boring. It's time to give him some new clothes, and possibly a new hair style.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Omg, that's so much better. He looks way more interesting.</span><br />
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Nubby is suffering the typical bouts of sickness that plague those in her 'condition.' Why does that sound so weird? Like it's a disease or something... so daunting, eerie, and ominous. Anyway, bottom line, she should be knocked up now. I dread to see what her maternity wear will be... *cringes* ...and what she'll look like pregnant. Oh dear.<br />
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Nubby went back to bed, and didn't get much sleep before she woke up again with the same problem. She decided to just go play chess instead. <span style="color: magenta;">I think I'm going to have Liang get a part time job because I have no idea how they're going to afford all the crap that goes along with a baby, let alone where the hell they're going to put it in this tiny ass apartment. They have 7,000 Simoleons. I am so itching to use motherlode right now, but I won't.</span><br />
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There goes Liang, being a good boyfriend, and going to get a job. He wants to join the private investigator or political career, but he is going to be getting a job at the day spa instead as a towel boy, after going shopping for a skill book in bartending.<span style="color: magenta;"> I've heard the private investigator career is a whole load of garbage. These two already annoy the crap out of me, so I'm not adding another aspect of irritation to my life.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">I will never understand why upgrading the stove and toilet looks like you're trying to demolish the stove and toilet, other than for humor. </span>Nevertheless, Liang is still trying to upgrade five items. He's up to three now, I'm thinking of having him boost the channels on the television after he makes the stove fireproof.<br />
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"Mm... honey? Can I get into the refrigerator?"<br />
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Apparently Nubby is way too fat to move around Liang to put the leftover sandwiches in the refrigerator.<br />
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Wow. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, but as soon as Liang moves out of the way, the game decides to have that be the moment to announce Nubby's pregnancy. That's just her regular belly right now, folks. She's going to be getting fatter... as if that's even possible. The shoes I picked for her original outfit of course look ridiculous with her maternity wear, but they're going to stay that way. As for her maternity wear, it could be worse, so I'm going with it.<br />
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Liang is a busy Sim, as he goes to a bar named Eugi's for more moonlighting work. The bartender on shift before him assaults him with her chest as they switch places behind the counter. Liang isn't quite sure what to think of her, so he thinks of the yummy food he had many hours ago.<br />
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Double D is Liang's most frequent customer at the moment, even though there are two other men in the bar. They're too busy playing games to get alcohol? Why the hell are they in a bar? *shrugs*<br />
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Liang is being much more successful at imitating Tom Cruise in Cocktail tonight. He throws several bottles in the air and catches them. This of course, is the first picture I was able to get because naturally, every time I wanted a screenshot, Liang would gracefully drop the bottle on the floor.<br />
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After a semi successful but boring night at work, Liang goes out of the building to find a stupid woman in a trench coat blocking the door for him and another man standing in front of him. Liang becomes sad when he realizes he might be here for a while. The woman is doing the foot tapping thing.<br />
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Just when I thought Nubby couldn't assault my eyes further, I brought Liang home to find her wearing an invisible shirt. <span style="color: magenta;">ARGH! Why must Sims who are knocked up wear the invisible clothes?! I can't edit them because 'only maternity clothes fit.' They do it ALL the time. *throws things* </span>Even though Liang's plumbob is now angry, as am I, he manages to find some joy through singing while he cooks some pancakes.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Did you just insult me? If I had a plumbob, it would be red right now."</span><br />
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Nubby got a thought to marry Liang. <span style="color: magenta;">You probably should, honey, you've got him repairing and upgrading everything, while working his ass off at two different jobs. He's not your slave. The least you could do is make him an official part of your family, especially since you're having his baby. Geez.</span>LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-89760379945645332832013-05-07T21:13:00.000-07:002013-05-07T21:13:24.142-07:00Chapter 10: Sexy Russian Vampire<h4>
<span style="color: magenta;">NOTE: ARGH! Let's get this wishacy/prettacy started! Nubby and Liang need to have a baby already. Sheesh. Maybe I'll follow the rules closer when the first heir is in control... maybe... A couple things, the pink text is when I'm saying stuff to you or the Sims. The black text is the description and my attempts to be funny. I am also lifting the one word chapter title restriction I had in my head. Sometimes I don't know why I do things.</span><div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Liang's out at Waylon's Haunt moonlighting so he can try to fulfill his lifelong dream of owning his own bar. Nubby's at home sleeping, she had a crappy ass day at the Mayor of Bridgeport's house unsuccessfully remodeling his laundry room. <span style="color: magenta;">I have no idea why I changed my writing to third person, let's just go with it for this chapter... I'm kind of frustrated at this game save, but I don't want to quit. No quitters allowed!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">The sexy vampire is nice enough to look away and pretend he didn't see Liang's embarrassing attempt at pretending to be Tom Cruise in the movie Cocktail.</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Hmm... this is suspicious. The drink is emanating that same green stink Liang was emitting in an earlier chapter. The sexy vampire is pretty disgusted with it. <span style="color: magenta;">I keep trying to get a shot of the sexy vampire's eyes, but he's always blinking when I take pictures. Perhaps he's one of those Sims who always blinks when he gets his picture taken. It's too bad, he has nice eyes. His name is Vladimir, so he must be a sexy Russian vampire. Mmm-mm.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-weight: normal;">Ok. Here we go. Sexy Russian vampire's eyes. See, I told you he had nice eyes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">"Spacebo (thank you) for the many compliments."</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-weight: normal;">"Spacebo back at you for being so sexy, sexy Russian vampire."</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Sexy Russian vampire decides to give Liang another chance at making him a drink. How kind of him. <span style="color: magenta;">Liang, please get better. Let's try not to make the sexy Russian vampire nauseous. If he is to be nauseous, it should be because he drank too many good drinks.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">I love when the thought bubble hasn't appeared yet, but the picture of what the Sim is thinking shows up. Sexy Russian vampire has a glass hovering above his head.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">He pries the doors open with his muscly arms... ...only to fall flat on his face. Luckily he's going back to his apartment and not falling on his face in the lobby... unlike someone... *cough Nubby cough* Liang wonders why the hell he ever left work to come home to this shark of an elevator.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Liang decides to take a shower. There are no Liang butt shots, as he is a never nude Sim, or a PG Sim, as I like to call him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Every time Liang sings in the shower, his hands or arms magically pass through the shower doors and end up outside the shower.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">"I have mutant powers, I can pass through walls."</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-weight: normal;">"Uh... then why the hell didn't you just walk through the elevator door?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-weight: normal;">Liang just glared at me. I think he's been watching too many Xmen movies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Nubby wakes up around 6am and feels like painting, so she continues working on her big ass swirly painting. I'm curious to see what she comes up with.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">I guess it's a tree. It's not bad, it is valued at 48 Simoleons. This is the only place it would fit in the apartment, but it kind of looks like it's sitting on the television.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: magenta;">Geez, you guys are boring Sims. Get on the baby making for crying out loud. You're both in your pajamas just GO. If you all don't freaking hurry up, this wishacy won't even get past Generation Founder. Look at the wrinkles on Liang's face, he's already an adult... and you know what that means in Sim terms, Nubby. Do you want him to be an old man when you boink him?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: magenta;">Way to go, Liang, you broke the toilet. Now Nubby's phone is ringing. I hate these distractions. SO. MUCH.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: magenta;">9,999,999,999 romantic interactions later, the freaking baby chime. Okay. I'm better now.</span></span><br />
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NOTE: All righty, let's see if I remember how to do this. I've been writing for my other stories a lot lately, so usually free will is off and pose player is placed and I think... way too much about story lines and picture angles. I'm feeling quite scatterbrained and in a ridiculous state of mind today so I thought... perfect mindset to write for the wishacy. One can only hope that it will not be a complete and utter disaster. *turns on free will, tries desperately not to type 'hideHeadlineEffects on'*</h4>
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I'm dreaming of designing people's houses. I have no idea why since I clearly don't know how to dress myself fashionably. Maybe if they tell me what they want, then it'll be easier. We'll see how this goes anyway. I'm going to just go do it. I've been trying lots of new things lately so maybe it'll go well. One subway ride and one flight of stairs, thank berry, later, I arrive at City Hall.<br />
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I read the job description. Fabric Fetcher. 8:00 am to 6:00 pm. Weekly pay of $272. Monday through Friday. I could use an extra 272 simoleons a week. So I'll be spending 10 hours getting fabric for something? I feel like someone's dog, being called a fetcher. Well at least they don't expect me to be designing mansions, because that's scary. I decide I can deal with being the errand dog, er, girl, and sign up for the job. Hmm, now what? I guess I go find someone to talk to if they want their house decorated? I really don't know. I go back home for a bite to eat and pick up Liang. We go to Mick's Master Karaoke where there's a Sim fest going on, and there are some magicians performing. I watch the show while Liang practices making drinks. The girl standing next to me is wearing a skirt that is way too short for my taste, although I'm secretly jealous that she has the legs to wear a skirt like that. I have no idea why the guy next to her appears to be doing the wave.<br />
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I wonder if the guy who was doing the wave needs his house redecorated so I introduce myself. His name is Ricky and it turns out I can't ask him about his house so I just make small talk.<br />
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"Why were you doing the wave earlier?"<br />
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"I don't know, I guess I thought I could touch the stars."<br />
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Out of the corner of my eye, I see Liang has come back from wherever he went, so I decide to say goodbye to Ricky for now and taste one of Liang's drinks. Ricky kind of has a pouty face, I wonder what's going on with him. Maybe that's just what his mouth normally does. He is kind of cute. Don't worry, I like my Liang, I'm just looking.<br />
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Some girl comes up to the bar and takes a drink. I hope she thinks it's tasty because I hope Liang can finally start working at some bars so we can start making some money. I've heard bartenders can make some serious tips. Especially cute bartenders, and Liang is definitely cute.<br />
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"Hmm.. this is pretty tasty."<br />
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Good, the girl likes it. Suddenly a guy in a suit comes over and takes the last drink. I'm wondering what he would look like with one of those fake nose and mustache things because his nose is huge.<br />
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Liang and I go to Waylon's Haunt after finishing our drinks. I wonder if they have a better bar where he can practice his cocktail shaker skills for real. This bar only had a few things of alcohol, soda, and a blender.<br />
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I guess we're out of luck today, Waylon's is closed. It takes way too long to travel in this town. We had to take a taxi, a subway, and another taxi. We got to the bar just as it closed. Either that or it was because Liang has apparently forgotten to shower today and they have a policy against stinky patrons. Nonetheless, we sit outside on the grass because we're bored.<br />
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"Look at that star, Liang, it has stink lines too!"<br />
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Strange... as smelly as my boyfriend is right now, I want to kiss him. Is that the alcohol making me think that way? Just as I think that, he whispers dirty things in my ear. Whoa, where did that come from? Maybe the alcohol is making him think dirty thoughts just like me.<br />
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The night passes without much activity as Liang pretty much passes out after we get home. The next morning, I get a phone call.<br />
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"Hello? Is this the number for Nubby's Home Designs?"<br />
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"Yes."<br />
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Oooh, my first job as an architectural designer! I'm excited that I don't have to go out asking people if they want their houses remodeled.<br />
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"Oh good, my name is Matthew Hamming, and I need someone to remodel my laundry room. I'd like there to be a television, rug, and sculpture in the room in addition to the washer and dryer. I have a budget of $4,000. Can you help me?"<br />
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"Yeah, sure, I'll be right there to see what I have to work with. What's your address?"<br />
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"200 Windsor Drive."<br />
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Holy crap. Matthew's house is a mansion. I'm relieved that all he needs is his laundry room remodeled. I ring the bell and a guy with a sash comes out. Holy crap. Matthew is the mayor of Bridgeport?<br />
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"Nubby, hello thank you for coming."<br />
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I immediately regret staying out with Liang till the wee hours of the morning last night. I hope my tiredness doesn't cause me to say something stupid to the freaking mayor of Bridgeport.<br />
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"Please follow me, I will show you to the room in question."<br />
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Matthew smiles at me and I follow him into his driveway. I don't know what possesses me to do this, but I ask for his autograph. To my delight, he accepts! That could have gone two ways, I'm glad it decided to work out in my favor. I of course, act like a drunk teenager, putting my hands on my mouth and saying OMG way too many times in a row. <i>Great way to act Nubby, you're trying to be an interior designer, not a starstruck idiot.</i><br />
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Weirdly enough, I still have to try to impress Matthew even though he called me for help. Finally, me bragging about my charisma skill gets through to him, and I can talk to him like a normal person.<br />
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"Oh yeah, you have passed the test. Sorry, I like to play hardball when I hire people to help me with my house. Those who are persistent usually get the job because I see they're willing to work hard."<br />
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I'm glad to see my starstruck behavior wasn't what caused his sudden mental block towards me. Still, I decide to apologize for it and he accepts, saying it's pretty normal and he's used to it.<br />
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I start work on his laundry room and this is what I've come up with. I hope he finds it acceptable. I even put a couch in there, which he didn't list as a requirement, but which I'm hoping he will find nice since he did ask for a tv. It's not very comfortable watching tv standing up.<br />
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"Hmm... windows are good. Nubby? Here's a check for your time. Thanks."<br />
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"Did you like it at all?"<br />
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"Mm... it was so-so. I'm still paying you because you took the time."<br />
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Maybe he didn't like the couch. I sigh as I walk back to the subway station, trying not to feel too defeated because he did pay me. I felt like a little bit of a failure today. To make things worse, when I got home, I passed out after kissing Liang.<br />
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"Nubby!"<br />
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What a crappy first day as an architectural designer.<br />
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LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-24486963812644669332013-03-30T23:21:00.000-07:002013-03-30T23:21:12.826-07:00Chapter 8: Shang SimlaIt was time for us to go to China. Liang's original plans of moving to Shang Simla were replaced with plans to move to Bridgeport with me. I was so happy. Liang said he would love to stay with me because he had no reason to continue living in his boring town. We packed our stuff and Liang asked me a million times if I had my book with me. Now I'm standing in the elevator with my new boyfriend and we're taking our first trip together.<br />
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After we got to Shang Simla, put our bags in the hotel and delivered my book, Liang asked me what I wanted to do. I didn't really know, so he suggested going to the Forbidden City. It sounded cool because it was forbidden, so I agreed. When we got there, it turns out that was the place I went the first time I was in China to play that tourist game.<br />
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Liang and I went downstairs to explore the tomb. We looked in some treasure chests. It turns out mine was empty, but Liang found some gold coins. I wondered if we could sell them when we got home because we could use some more money.<br />
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We came into a room with a round body of water and Liang wanted to jump into it, but he was wary.<br />
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"Nubby, you were here before, is there danger in this pool?"<br />
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"No, it's a tunnel with another pool on the other side. There's also a treasure chest."<br />
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"Oh, I want to swim!"<br />
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Liang was always making me laugh. I guess he didn't care too much about getting his clothes wet because he just jumped right into the water.<br />
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"Oh. That was a good swim. I found a stone fragment, Nubby!"<br />
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Liang peeked his head out from the pool. He was so adorable.<br />
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"Ah. I have water in my ear."<br />
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"Sorry, Liang, the Q-tips are in the hotel room."<br />
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"Which way do we go now? I want to find a secret door."<br />
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I walked into a little room and saw that there was a floor panel that had footprints on it. I remembered from the first time that a glowing panel meant one that had already been activated. Liang stepped on it and a secret door opened. He was still soaking wet and his clothes were clinging to him. I wondered what it was about water that emphasized a man's hotness.<br />
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As night fell, Liang and I explored a building that had... you guessed it, stairs. We climbed four flights of stairs and I felt like my knees were on fire. Being out of shape sucks. Just when I thought I might fall over, I turned around and felt all of my breath leave my body. The view of Shang Simla was beautiful from where we were standing.<br />
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We were both tired and hungry, so it was time to go back to the hotel. I had ice cream for dinner and Liang had canned soup. I realize ice cream may not have been the best choice since I was so out of shape, but I really wanted something to make me happy.<br />
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Sometime during the night, I felt Liang hug me. It was a nice warm feeling I'd never gotten to experience before. My life is going so much better these days.<br />
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In the morning Liang and I got up and both made one side of the bed. I guess he was kind of like me in the neat and tidy department.<br />
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We got egg rolls and hung out at the market all day. Liang got a phone call when he was washing his plate.<br />
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"Hello Mother."<br />
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"Hi, Liang. Are you getting all ready for moving to Simerica?"<br />
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"Yes, Mother."<br />
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"Good. Have a good time with your girlfriend."<br />
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"Thanks, Mother."<br />
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Liang wanted to go to the Academy. I had no idea what that was, and I was just happy to try new things so I followed him. It turns out that the Academy was a gym. There was a television, which I chose to watch. Liang likes to work out so he started using the weight machine. I stole glances at him because the television was right next to the machine he was using. Lucky for me, Liang doesn't care that I'm fat even though he likes to work out.<br />
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Liang and I headed to the market after he was done working out. It turns out he bought some fireworks from that guy who almost ran me over the first time I was in China.<br />
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I wanted to learn how to fish, so Liang and I explored until we came across a landscaping area with lots of small ponds. It was gorgeous and there were a lot of fish jumping around. Liang started singing. He was so cute and he sang often. He sang when he was cooking, he sang in the shower, and apparently he sang when he was fishing too.<br />
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Our vacation went well, and Liang got all of his stuff that he wanted to bring back with him. We got back home and were starving, so we ate some leftovers that we had in the fridge. When Liang was done eating, he made a face like something bad had happened.<br />
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"Ick! What did I eat? This plate looked fine when I first started eating."<br />
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"I hope my plate doesn't end up like that. I love goopy carbonara."<br />
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After dinner I went to the publishing office. They had called me to discuss distributing my book to a wider market. Since it was a science fiction book, they had released it to various comic book stores, but they thought maybe they should just release it to the mainstream bookstores as well.<br />
<br />LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839264259142142152.post-72204510395349947082013-03-26T00:55:00.001-07:002013-03-26T00:55:23.101-07:00Chapter 7: LoveSo.. here I am, sitting with Liang, nervous as hell because I accidentally brushed my hand against his. My dumb insecurities tell me I just screwed up our friendship. To my surprise, Liang smiled at me and moved closer. Oh my berry! He's sitting so close to me!<br />
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"Look, Nubby! A shooting star!"<br />
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"Did you make a wish?"<br />
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"What? I don't understand."<br />
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"When you see a shooting star, it's time to make a wish."<br />
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"Ok, then I wish for you to always be my friend."<br />
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Liang leaned close like he was telling me a secret when he said those words. Wow. Did he really enjoy my company that much? We sat there for a few more minutes and then it started to get chilly. Liang went inside and I said I'd be up later because I had to clean up all the papers that had accumulated on the front step while I was away in China.<br />
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During the time I was cleaning the papers, I thought about the wish I had thought of earlier. I had wished for Liang to stay. We had tickets for Shang Simla again because he was going to go back and I had forgotten the book I was supposed to deliver on my first trip. I wondered if we could manage to ignite a spark between us by spending these extra days together. So far all I knew was that I was overreacting because he was the first guy who had ever given me the time of day and I was confusing that for feelings.<br />
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After I finished cleaning up the front step, I walked into my apartment and saw Liang with his butt sticking out. Okay, so he was just looking in the refrigerator, but my eyes went to his butt. It was a cute butt. I was really tired, so I took a nap.<br />
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When I woke up, I saw that Liang had made waffles, and set out a plate for me on the dining room table. He had just finished his plate and went to wash the dishes. Suddenly the water came spraying out of the top of the faucet. Liang raised his arms to shield the water from going into his eyes.<br />
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"Oh, Liang, I can fix that when I'm done with breakfast."<br />
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"No, Nubby. I will do it. I was a repairman in China. I know how to fix things. Let me help you."<br />
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Liang found a wrench and took the faucet apart. He found the broken rubber seal and put it aside. He looked in my toolbox for a replacement seal. I guess he found one because in no less than half an hour, my sink was in working order once again. Liang even went so far as to mop the puddle the sink had created. Now I really wanted Liang to stay. He was living proof that there were still true gentlemen in this world.<br />
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I was still tired so I went back to bed after Liang finished mopping the floor. I hadn't fallen asleep yet, so I felt when Liang pulled back the covers and slept on the other side of my bed. I guess he felt more comfortable with me now than he did a few days ago. I was glad for the extra warmth his body gave off even though we were nowhere near the point of cuddling.<br />
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The night of our flight, Liang cooked dinner. I was feeling sad all day because even though I was going with him, I was pretty sure we would part ways and never see each other again once my visa expired. I don't know what got into me, but I followed Liang into the kitchen after dinner. When he turned around after washing his plate in the sink, I surprise kissed him.<br />
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I cringed as I pulled back, keeping my eyes closed, not wanting to see the aftermath of my rash actions. I must have looked ridiculous, but I felt Liang touch my hand and I opened my eyes to see him smiling back at me.<br />
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"Nubby? Do you love me more than friends?"<br />
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"Um, I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. I don't have to go to China with you if you don't like me anymore."<br />
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"Why would you say that? I love you more than friends."<br />
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He was so adorable when he tried to speak Simlish. He wasn't half bad at it, but sometimes he messed up sentences. I always knew what he was talking about, though, and I think he just said he loved me.LateKnightSimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07641353218072486154noreply@blogger.com6