tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86723050181229372342023-11-15T21:33:15.921-06:00SimcentricLeah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-80383517969564692992016-06-06T14:05:00.000-05:002016-06-06T14:05:24.658-05:00Will's really been climbing the ghost hunting ladder. He's been promoted twice and received a trophy AND a medal from City Hall. It turns out he's just a natural at it, I guess! All that time spent with his Ghostbusters play set as a child is finally paying off.<br />
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Unfortunately, Will's been fighting a lot of ghosts outside in the rain lately, and he's developed a nasty cold. He shuffles home exhausted from work and is about to go to bed when his phone rings. It's 5:23 in the morning! Who calls anyone this early?!<br />
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Linda Rodgers does, apparently. She's calling Will to ask if he'd like to go out on a date. "YES! Yes, I'd love to. Oh, you -- you meant right now? At 5:30 in the morning? Uh, okay. No, it's no problem. Let me just down a bottle of DayQuil and chase it with two pots of coffee. I'll meet you there!"<br />
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He rushes to meet her at Barney's Salon and Tattoo, which is where she wanted to go on their date. She's an interesting lady. When he arrives, he sees her wearing a rather peculiar outfit.<br />
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<br />Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-31019211670615211692016-06-06T14:04:00.001-05:002016-06-06T14:04:52.742-05:00Good Will Ghost-Hunting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
As you may know, the save file for Nathan and Molly Newby and their family was corrupted. This was the second time it happened to poor Nathan. I've since taken a long break from The Sims 3, reformatted my computer, and started completely over with a new character. I'll miss Nathan, but the new guy is kind of similar. I hope you like him.</div>
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His name is Will Campbell. He's a twenty-something with no skills who was recently kicked out of his parents' house. They gave him about 1,000 simoleons and told him to get a job and grow up. So far, all he's done is rent a crappy trailer, then sit around in it watching TV all day.<br />
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His first day in his own place, and he's already got mail! Oh boy! Oh wait, it's just bills. But Will still has over 900 simoleons, so as far as he's concerned, he's golden.<br />
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Will is a lazy mooch without any marketable skills, but he's a good guy at heart and very enthusiastic. People just like him for some reason. He makes friends easily, which is a good thing, because without friends, who would he mooch from?<br />
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Part of his good-naturedness manifests in him giggling at EVERYTHING.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Haha! Silly sun! Suns don't need sunglasses! OH YOU, SUN.</span></div>
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That night, while enjoying an all-night horror movie marathon, Will notices something green and glowing in the yard through the window.<br />
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<span style="text-align: start;">Curiosity sparked, he jumps up and rushes to investigate! On the way there, he sees a hipster fairy riding a bicycle.</span></div>
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No time to point and laugh! There are shiny things in the yard! Shiny radioactive glowing flowers, it turns out.<br />
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Will either has no concept of radiation, or he really wants to become the Hulk and/or Spider-man. Except these are flowers, so he'd become the Incredible Pansy-man, which is not going to impress the ladies nearly as much.<br />
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He also plucks a giant glowing mushroom that bioluminesces right in his face.<br />
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Maybe this one would turn him into the Amazing Mushroom-Tip-Man, and he could get a lucrative position in the mutant pornography industry.<br />
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The next day, after grilling hot dogs for breakfast, Will sits around and watches more TV, but that gets boring, even for a layabout like Will. He really wants to visit the arboretum in town, but it's raining. So he goes shopping at the local consignment store, where he stands in front of a rack of folded shirts and chuckles at his own thoughts for about two hours.<br />
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Then he notices that there seems to be something wrong with the clerk at the store.<br />
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It turns out vampires really don't like being woken up in the middle of the day. The clerk, whose name is Dante, yells at poor Will, who just wanted to make sure he didn't need immediate medical assistance. Then he dramatically hisses and scares the piss out of Will, to really drive home the point that he's a vampire, YOU MORTAL IDIOT.<br />
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This li'l tot is amusing herself by making faces in the mirror. Will decides that this looks like a LOT more fun than arguing with a cranky vampire, so he goes over and joins in.<br />
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Then they play a few rounds of Rock-Paper-Scissors, which Will takes VERY seriously and plays with an intense frown of concentration. The little girl has to go home because it's getting dark, so they say goodbye. It's still raining, so Will decides to head home. Maybe he can visit the arboretum another day.<br />
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On the way home, he meets a foreign tourist named Nanu. He's still in a silly face-making mood, so he introduces himself by immediately sticking his tongue out at her.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Way to give her a good impression of Simerican citizens, Will.</span></div>
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Luckily, she seems pretty laid back and reciprocates the silly faces.<br />
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They chat for a bit, which brightens Will's mood after the whole vampire fiasco.<br />
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The next day, Will figures he should probably look for a job. After all, without some form of income, he'll never achieve his life goal of having 50,000 simoleons. He checks out the paper.<br />
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There are a bunch of boring job openings, like Stylist and Architectural Designer, and -- HOLD THE PHONE. <i>Ghost Hunter?! </i>You mean Will can follow in the footsteps of one his heroes, the indomitable Peter Venkman? SIGN HIM UP.<br />
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He doesn't start working until later, and it's a gorgeous, sunny day, so he visits the Summer Festival. There's lots of fun stuff to do! He starts by getting his face painted.<br />
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Wait a second -- is that a ghost in the background?<br />
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He seemed like a nice chap. I'm not sure what those little shapes on him are about. Ghosts' appearances in The Sims often reveal how they died; maybe he choked on some jelly beans. Maybe they were POISONED jelly beans. A murder mystery!<br />
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Suddenly Will felt it was VERY IMPORTANT to partake in the eating contest at the festival. He rushed over to the contest table, tummy a-rumblin'. Hey look, it's hipster fairy boy!<br />
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The other two contestants lined up: Jelly Bean Ghost and someone named Bianca Crumplebottom. Hipster Fairy Boy got mad and stormed off to watch from the sidelines. Maybe he thought it wasn't fair to let a ghost participate in an eating contest. Maybe the buns weren't gluten-free. Maybe since other people were lining up to do it, it wasn't cool anymore. Well, whatever. The three remaining contestants poised ready for the attack.<br />
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It looked like a really unpleasant experience. They kept choking and gagging. In the end, Bianca won.<br />
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The other two contestants still finished eating their massive piles of hot dogs, for some reason. This turned out to be a bad idea. Will retreated to the shelter of a nearby tree to feel sorry for himself.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">... Oh. All right then.</span></div>
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Will doesn't have too much time to recover, because his Ghost Hunter shift begins and he starts getting notifications about ghosts. He does a speedy Superman-style clothing change into his ghostbustin' get-up. He gets a jumpsuit and everything!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">No, Will, where are you going? Will. STAHP. There are three ghosts right at the festival! Okay fine. </span></div>
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He taxis over to some guy's house and zaps a bunch of ghosts with his proton pack. Or whatever they call it in the game to avoid copyright infringement. The ghosts are all the same shape, but come in different colors, and they all wave their arms around as if to say "Oh nooo, don't bust me, ghost hunter!" I think they might be mocking him.<br />
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His second job is more of the same, except this client is a pretty lady. When the job's done, Will introduces himself and they immediately like each other.<br />
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Her name is Linda Rodgers. They're so busy hitting it off, talking about Will's fascinating career as a guy who shoots wispy colorful blobs with lasers, that Linda is neglecting her toddler, who is sitting on the porch crying.<br />
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Finally, at about 1:30 a.m., Will goes home. The next day he can't stop thinking about Linda. He calls her, but she's busy and can't talk. So he stands in his bathroom facing the wall and talks to himself about her for a while.<br />
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Will's ghost hunting keeps him pretty busy. He wakes up in the afternoon, showers, eats, goes to work, captures spirits all night, and goes home in the wee hours of the morning. It doesn't leave much time for a social life, so he puts thoughts of courting Linda on hold for a while.<br />
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We works a shift during a full moon, which is interesting. The first house he visits has a zombie stumbling around the living room.<br />
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The second house was more or less normal, but a little puppy named Peanut started following Will around and distracted him.<br />
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Then he spotted an adorable raccoon and tried to pet it, but that didn't work out so well.<br />
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The next house had a ghost problem while the inhabitants were trying to have a party. When Will entered the house to combat the spooky li'l devils, the host marched up to him and said, "Excuse me, but this is a private party. You'll have to leave." Then all the werewolves inside pointed and laughed at him. Hmph! Oh, did I mention there were werewolves?<br />
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At the next house, Will was busy doing his job when a little girl walked up to him and asked him a favor: Could he read her a bedtime story?<br />
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Look, little girl, I don't know who you think you're talking to, but Will is in the middle of a very important --<br />
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Well, okay.Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-68904565317284135582016-06-06T14:04:00.000-05:002016-06-06T14:04:40.785-05:00Miss Maggie Matchmaker<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Ah, finally, the teen years. Full of excitement and drama! Now that their personality traits actually matter, I'll tell you about them.</div>
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Lucy is a Perfectionist, a Virtuoso, Good, and Artistic. She's a bit of a loner, though she isn't actually a Loner like her parents. She just keeps to herself for the most part, studying and painting. She entered her teen years with this horrendous soggy toupee of a haircut, but don't worry, I changed that right away.</div>
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Maggie is Brave, Friendly, a Party Animal, and Dramatic. Continuing with the spitfire theme. She has an interesting fashion sense and enjoys writing sci-fi stories. She has this odd blend of tomboy, girly girl, and weird artsy girl going on.<br />
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Nathan was swinging in the backyard one afternoon when this woman starts walking toward him from the sidewalk. I moused over her and saw that they were friends, but then when she got to Nathan by the swingset, they immediately attacked each other.<br />
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Inside, Molly was cooking dinner and occasionally making this weird face like she was proud of herself for being so damn pro at cooking.<br />
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Neighbors using the playground equipment is still a problem. Nathan and Molly are considering expanding the fence to include the entire yard.<br />
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Lucy's picked up the guitar.<br />
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But her real interests lie in the visual arts. She's already an experienced painter at 16, and now she wants to try her hand at photography. For that she needs a camera, so she visited the consignment shop hoping to get a sweet still-functioning antique camera or something.<br />
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But they only had old books and some reeeeeeeaaaaally old wine.<br />
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Nathan's little razorbearded mechanical gnome of invention crossed a line big time.<br />
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Lucy secretly practices her speech in her room for hours on end. She's determined to be popular.<br />
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In this quest for popularity, Maggie decided to throw a party at the beach. She called up all her friends from school, grabbed her boombox, and headed down to the shore, SO READY for this party.<br />
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While she was on her way to the beach, she ran into Lucy's friend Ian Bull, who was sporting a really bad dye job and Justin Bieber haircut.<br />
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She invited him to the party too, and then everyone arrived all at once and commenced the dancin'.<br />
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As a Party Animal, Maggie gets adjectives like awesome, kickin', epic, and sweet attached to her actions. So she doesn't just dance, she does "Kickin' Dance," which disappointingly has nothing to do with Cossacks.<br />
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Maggie called up Lucy and told her Ian was at the party and she needed to get her skinny butt down there RIGHT NOW. Lucy got there and said hi to Ian, then called him over to the gazebo to dance.<br />
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It was cute and they got along well, but nothing spectacular happened. Ian left shortly after dark, and then Lucy went home because parties aren't really her thing unless there is a boy she likes there.<br />
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Then their older brother Sam, who's now a Young Adult, showed up and got really mad about Maggie for some reason.<br />
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He just stood there thirty feet from the gazebo and glared at her. Then he smiled, flipped a coin, and left. It was kind of creepy.<br />
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Of course the party was a raging success and Maggie wants to throw another one as soon as possible.<br />
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I actually forgot about the creepy mechanical pervert gnome, until it happened AGAIN.<br />
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That was really the last straw. I sold the pervy bastard immediately, and henceforth there shall be no more gnomes in this household.<br />
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Maggie really did throw another party as soon as possible, the very next day. This one was a pool party.<br />
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Maggie forgot to eat before the party started and she couldn't leave all her guests, so she called up Lucy again and told her to put on her swimsuit, order a pizza, and bring it down to the community pool. Oh, and by the way, Ian was there.<br />
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Molly was excited when the pizza guy showed up. She probably thought she was gonna get a piece of that (the pizza, not the pizza guy), but no, Lucy took it straight to the party.<br />
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Unfortunately, Ian disappeared before Lucy got there, and the party wrapped up soon after. Maggie's determined to get her sister on a date with this boy, though. As far as she's concerned, Lucy wouldn't even have a social life if it weren't for her.Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-41999403152374283872016-06-06T13:58:00.000-05:002016-06-06T14:04:46.882-05:00All Maggie's Parties<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lucy still very much wants to pick up photography, but she still hasn't been able to find a camera anywhere in town. I thought there MUST be a place to get a camera in town, but I asked Google, and you have to travel to a foreign country to get one. Seriously! Simerica does not manufacture cameras. Because Nathan loves his daughter, he sets off to France to find her a bloody camera.</div>
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He arrives in France looking dapper as usual.<br />
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Nathan was only able to find the cheapest of cheap cameras. It wasn't until he'd already returned home that I found out Egypt has all the best cameras. Here I figured it'd be France, with all their snooty photographers and film directors. Ah well. <br />
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My game playing has been reduced to rushing the girls through the school week so I can get to the weekend and have Maggie throw more awesome parties. I guess that's pretty much how high school goes. Except most high schoolers don't have excellent and wealthy parents who let them throw parties at their house.<br />
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Lucy and Ian continue to socialize at Maggie's parties, but not really outside of them.<br />
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Celina, Shamus's daughter, gave Lucy a weird frown while she was talking to Ian.<br />
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I thought maybe Ian and Celina were involved, and Celina was jealous of Lucy. But it turned out Lucy and Ian were just standing in the way of the plate of cookies Celina wanted to get to. She wasn't crazy jealous, she was just crazy hungry.<br />
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At another party, Ian's sister made it clear that she did not approve of Lucy dating her brother.<br />
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The party was actually supposed to be in the town center, but I goofed and selected the community garden instead. It's a bit difficult to have a party in a maze of fences and flower bushes, but Maggie pulled it off anyway. She's just that good at partying.<br />
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During yet another party, this time at the house again, Nathan and Molly visited the museum to get out of the house. Molly had an interesting encounter with a young woman who felt nauseous and loudly proclaimed, "GEE I DON'T FEEL GOOD! I SURE WISH THERE WAS A DOCTOR AROUND!" She might as well have yelled it right in Molly's face. Maybe she did. She clearly knew Molly was a doctor at any rate, as evidenced by her thought bubbles:<br />
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Did I mention that Molly rejoined the medical career? She still writes in her spare time, but now that the girls are teenagers, she has the time to be a surgeon again. While doing a free vaccination clinic, she ran into Bill Racket, the kinda gross, mean dude that Heather (almost) cheated on Nathan with.<br />
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Well, now he is a gross mean OLD dude, ha ha.<br />
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Precious Mark was there too, but she doesn't look any different. She still calls Nathan to chat every now and then, and every time I click the button that says Nathan does not have time to talk. Because no, he does not have time to talk to strange women from his past who might be obsessed with him.<br />
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Time for another party! To the town center! For real this time, because the garden party was stupid.<br />
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From across the square, Maggie sees this dude whom she has never met in her life. Which is surprising, considering he's her age.<br />
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She zooms over to him, introduces herself, and starts talking about cool stuff like death.<br />
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His name is ALEJANDRO, which pretty much REQUIRES him to grow up to be a saucy latin sexpert. They chatted for a while, but Maggie had hungry guests to attend to, so she grilled up a batch of hot dogs.<br />
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She set the nice steaming plate of food on the nearby picnic table and turned her back for one minute, and this asshole, who wasn't even invited to the party, took the hot dogs and threw them right in the trash.<br />
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But he's still young enough to get really excited about looking at the stars through a telescope. D'aww.<br />
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Oh and Nathan FINALLY reached the top of the Inventor career. Holy christ on a baguette, it took forever. But at least at the end of it all he got a special ceremony in which the mayor gave him the key to the city!<br />
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I've never understood why getting the key to the city was such a big honor. I mean it's not like it unlocks the secret city vault of vast riches, so who gives a flying dutchman.<br />
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Those two froze, and Nathan and Lucy turned invisible. Maybe some day I'll be able to actually play this game that I paid good money for, WITHOUT the constant fear of my game glitching and destroying itself.Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-45898084875538033222011-09-24T18:08:00.000-05:002011-09-24T18:09:04.452-05:00Babies as Plot Devices<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Weeks have passed since Nathan and Molly did the no-pants dance. Neither has said a word about it. They're pretty much just pretending it never happened, while also avoiding the hell out of each other. Nathan's beard and hair continue to grow.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Molly's little romantic interlude with her boss Shamus ended up costing her a lot of job performance, even though their platonic relationship levels are still high. In a fit of (heartbroken?) insanity, Shamus called Nathan and ranted for a while. I don't speak Simlish, but their conversation seemed amiable enough.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">A few days later Shamus called Nathan again, this time asking Nathan to fix his stereo. But Nathan has no desire to be friends with Shamus, so he hung up on him. Hopefully he won't call again.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Life continues as usual, but Molly has a secret...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She has no idea how to tell Nathan. He blithely goes around tinkering and playing guitar, oblivious to the fact that Molly has been reading pregnancy books and staying home from work. Molly knows how unobservant Nathan is, or she would worry he'd find out. I mean, Nathan is the kind of guy who will stand in the middle of the living room and loudly play guitar even though you are trying to watch Cookin' Cable.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Finally, Molly realizes she can no longer hide her pregnancy from Nathan, seeing as how she has to walk with her fat pregnant belly all jutting out like so:</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He takes it pretty well, considering. After all, he IS a father already, even if he hasn't seen his sons since Heather took them away years ago. But he's willing to start anew and try to start another family.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Since they'll be raising a child together, Nathan figures they should probably start acting like a couple.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Molly readily agreed. I'm not sure how the two feel about each other. Nathan is following in the footsteps of his father by accidentally knocking up a lady but deciding to stick with her and the kid. They are definitely still best friends, and it could be argued that two best friends are likely to do as well as, if not better than, a traditional couple at parenting.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Nathan is actually kind of excited. He cooks dinner to celebrate!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It's business as usual for a few months, except that Molly goes to the spa for massages a lot, and they are no longer ignoring each other. Then it's time to pull the bun out of the oven.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And so Nathan gains a pair of twin girls to balance out the twin boys he already has. They are named Lucy and Maggie. The boys' room still pretty much exists the way Heather left it, but since it'll be housing two beautiful baby girls now, it needs a makeover.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And after:</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Nathan and Molly have certainly got some challenges ahead of them, but at least they're in a good position to raise children. They already have a large house, steady income, and about 75,000 simoleons saved. And despite Molly's Chinese heritage, they don't live in China, so they don't have to sell their baby girls and try again for a boy. Hooray!</div>Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-69346226807884600052011-05-04T13:11:00.000-05:002011-05-04T13:11:15.473-05:00You All Saw This Coming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6Gq-b2A7pWKY7QKc-s4VdGrxe5-EsPHQgLVlLHgy9zxf7vgREsV5RPQzM4nTqKF3M-WZRFAfi9oTG2D9oYYlwlgg70PvejHVmoNSwvEPW_g1OQx5w69b2uvIMtbb0Gcr3pM8Gjquw-s/s1600/Screenshot-512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6Gq-b2A7pWKY7QKc-s4VdGrxe5-EsPHQgLVlLHgy9zxf7vgREsV5RPQzM4nTqKF3M-WZRFAfi9oTG2D9oYYlwlgg70PvejHVmoNSwvEPW_g1OQx5w69b2uvIMtbb0Gcr3pM8Gjquw-s/s640/Screenshot-512.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
You'll recall that the last episode of Simcentric was filled with odd people visiting Nathan and Molly's house. Well, people are still lining up to see them, apparently. Some old dude in a cowboy hat showed up, and Nathan's had enough of people randomly ringing his doorbell, so he just went out and shooed the guy away.<br />
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Just a few hours later, the doorbell rang again! Molly, fresh from a dip in the pool, goes to chase off the unwanted visitor. To her surprise, it's not a stranger. It's her boss, Shamus.<br />
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Shamus and Molly have an odd history. Even though she's a cute young twenty-something and he's her married, balding, vaguely shrewish-looking boss, there has always been sexual tension between them. She invites him in, and it's not long before that old tension comes back.<br />
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They kissed, and he spent the night, but not in Molly's bed. When she went to sleep, he crawled into Nathan's bed (Nathan was down in his shed at the time). In the morning, Nathan wanted to go to bed, but found Shamus sleeping in it, so he yelled at Shamus to GTFO. Shamus and Molly headed to work in separate cars, and Molly was instructed to perform a free clinic.<br />
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See that nice fence and gate? Yeah that's because the free clinic is held at the graveyard for some reason. Not the most optimistic location to treat sick people.<br />
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A few days pass, and Molly decides she's really going to put the moves on Shamus. Wife or no, he will be hers! She puts on a cute little sparkly dress and gets ready to invite him over.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They sit on the couch and make small talk for a few moments, and then Molly can wait no longer. She makes her move!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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That goes well, and after some sweet make-outs, she leads him upstairs to her bedroom, where he gives her the wickedest bedroom eyes I have ever seen.<br />
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Clearly he is sending out "let's get frisky" vibes, so Molly leans in for a lil' somethin', and he shockingly pushes her away.<br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Poor Molly, in her confusion, is wracked with guilt. She is a Good sim, but she just tried to seduce her boss, a married man. What has she done? She has a rude awakening, probably made ruder by the realization that Shamus isn't even attractive, and she ends their affair immediately.</div><br />
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She righteously kicks Shamus out of the house, and then not-so-righteously gets into her PJs, sits on her bed and sobs. Nathan is in bed, but he hears her crying and goes to investigate. Because he is such a super pal, he hops on her bed and gives her comforting hugs.<br />
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We've all seen enough movies to see where this is going. Molly is all emotional and weepy, plus sexually frustrated 'cause she didn't get to hump Shamus (thank god), and Nathan is, well, a dude, and so...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yeah, they boned.</div>Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-83061317570576765802011-03-04T20:43:00.001-06:002011-03-04T20:45:49.405-06:00Strange CompanyMolly the matchmaker really wants to see Nathan and Precious get together, so one day after dinner she urges Nathan to invite Precious over. It doesn't take much convincing, but he still doesn't seem too thrilled about it.<br />
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After about half an hour, the doorbell rings, and I catch Precious being WAY too excited to hang out with Nathan and Molly.<br />
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Molly welcomes Precious into their house and stands in front of the door chatting with her for about 15 minutes while Nathan chills in the living room and reads a book. It seems he couldn't care less about entertaining his romantic interest. Finally Nathan figures he should at least spend some time with her since she came all this way. He calls her into the living room, where they sit and chat chastely as if they were stuck in the 1800s.<br />
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</div>Suddenly they stand up and start dancing, even though there is no music playing. I paused the game to take a picture and noticed that Nathan had a creepy expression befitting the scene of two people awkwardly gyrating in silence.<br />
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Despite the terribly uncomfortable beginning their "date" had (if you could call it a date), after this they wound up kissing, making out, and spending the night together. I guess the beard and wild caveman hair give Nathan a sort of animal allure? Danger is sexy, right?<br />
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</div>The next day, Nathan got up, ate leftover mac n cheese for breakfast, and got to work in his inventing shed. He ignored Precious until she got hungry and went home.<br />
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Meanwhile, Molly is making brave new advances in the name of medical science! She has this new treatment, but she can't get anyone to test it for her. Being a hardcore doctor, she decides to try it out on herself.<br />
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Maybe if you weren't asking folks to swallow a red and blue Matrix pill the size of a goose egg, lady. Nonetheless, Molly takes a deep breath and crams it in her mouth like a champ.<br />
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</div>Then some shady underground pharmaceutical company sends her a check for $101 and she passes out on the floor.<br />
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And apparently Precious has not left the house, like I thought. Nathan comes in from many hours of inventing and is shocked to find her dancing in the entryway, stinking up the place with her unshowered post-sex stench.<br />
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Thankfully she left soon after.<br />
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The doorbell rings unexpectedly, and I see this French-lookin', beret-wearin' motherlover standing on their porch.<br />
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Molly answered the door and he just started talking to her. He didn't say who he was or why he was there, but Molly, being the kind and gracious host that she is, was all, "Uhh, would you... like to come inside...?"<br />
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He did, and then started arguing with her. It was very one-sided, since he just yelled at her while she shrugged and gave him a look that said, "What on earth are you talking about?"<br />
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Then he helped himself to their couch and TV. Molly sat in the living room and tried to make conversation with him, but he wasn't paying attention at all; he just zoned out on the boob tube. Eventually she got fed up and politely, but firmly asked him to leave. "Thanks!" he said. "I had fun, we should do this again sometime."<br />
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Nathan returned to his shed and found that the invention he'd been working on was somehow almost finished even though it was only half done when he left it. Then I noticed something odd.<br />
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I don't think I've mentioned the fact that Nathan built a mechanical gnome. Because, you know, the regular Magical Mr. Gnomes weren't creepy enough. He wanted a gnome with glowing yellow eyes and razor-sharp jagged beard shards jutting out at all angles. But apparently the mechanical gnome is helping him with his inventions, so he can't be all bad. Unless he modified the invention to make it go on a murderous rampage. I guess we'll find out!<br />
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Another day passes uneventfully and there is another unexpected visitor. Nathan answers the door this time.<br />
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Her name is Holly Greenwood, and she is a green thumb and all eco-aware or whatever. A hippie in a tweed blazer. She and Nathan chitchat about the environment and recycling for a bit. Nathan is not the generous host that Molly is however, and pretty soon he goes back inside without so much as a "see ya later." Holly wanders off down the street. Man, sims are weird.Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-19170969709242696902011-02-28T21:47:00.000-06:002011-02-28T21:47:30.411-06:00My Precious<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You know how sometimes I play the game and take lots of pictures but don't remember to write anything to go with the pictures? Yeah, I did that... so I don't remember what half this stuff is. Still, enjoy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Molly moved in, by the way. They're best pals, and Molly was struggling in a crappy apartment while paying for medical school, so Nathan offered her one of the extra rooms upstairs. She's adorable. When she moved in I learned that she is Brave, Good, Neat and Friendly in addition to being a Loner. So, pretty much the best sim ever.<br />
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Nathan, despite his healthy friendship with Molly, is still a bit depressed. He's also still growing out his hair and beard, so he has a nice Charles Manson look going on.<br />
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His inventing skills are really skyrocketing. He managed to build some sort of contraption that lets you dig in the earth for gems.<br />
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The first time he used it, it was 2 a.m. and about six of his neighbors ran into the yard and frowned HARD at him while clamping their hands over their ears. He was just so excited to test his new invention! It wasn't all that useful though, so he sold it. And it left a huge hole in the yard which he had to fill in.<br />
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Because he needed something to make him look MORE like a serial killer.<br />
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Yeah, I have no idea.<br />
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Nathan got electrocuted while inventing, and I guess the shock was so powerful that it <i>knocked his clothes right off</i>, because you can see them sitting right there on the floor.<br />
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Molly decided that it would be good for Nathan to get out and socialize more, so she set him up with a friend of hers named Precious Mark. Don't look at me, I'm not the one who named her. At least it's not <a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Kq3AbWAlEYeaYM:http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v326/silvahalo/misc/pr_logo.gif&t=1">Precious Roy from Sifl and Olly</a>.<br />
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On the day of their outing, Nathan sat there and waited for Precious to arrive... and waited... and waited...<br />
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Finally a cute girl came up and introduced herself as Precious.<br />
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She seemed nice enough, and their date went pretty well, but it was also pretty bland, so it didn't really give me any material to work with. I'm sure Nathan will be seeing more of Precious, though.Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-34744425272856964452011-02-23T12:35:00.001-06:002014-04-14T23:23:58.281-05:00Family Matters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Molly started sleeping in Nathan's bed suddenly, all on her own. He went upstairs and found her snoozing away, then shrugged, got under the covers and snuggled her. It was adorable. I guess Molly's room is a spare bedroom now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Babies are boring, so I'll skip to the toddler years. Toddler years are only slightly more interesting, so there's not much to say here either. Here are pictures of Lucy and Maggie as soon as they entered the Toddler phase.<br />
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What a cutie!<br />
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Haha, just kidding.<br />
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I think I'll start referring to childrens' birthdays as phases. When my kid sister turns seven in May, I can be all, "Congratulations on entering the Child phase!"<br />
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I gave Lucy and Maggie makeovers, because their default kids' clothes were weird. As usual. And now, some cute toddler scenes.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">And speaking of the boys, Nathan decided to reconnect with his sons after years without even seeing them on the street. He called up their house and invited them both over. They were happy to come.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A goony face and ridiculous clothing. Alistair is Nathan's kid, alright. In fact I'm surprised he coordinated his clothing to match at all.</div><br />
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Sam immediately talked to Nathan about real estate for hours on end. They all jumped on the trampoline together, had a snack, and sat and talked for a while. Then it was time for the boys to head home and Nathan gave each of them a big hug.<br />
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</div>Nathan will be spending more time with his boys from now on. They've both developed negative traits while staying with their mother, and he wants to make sure they're growing up right.<br />
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Molly has a new hobby. When she's not working at the hospital, reading medical journals, or taking care of the girls, she sits at her laptop and writes.<br />
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What does she write? I'm glad you asked! She writes children's novels, and she's in the process of putting together a set to donate to the local library. I told you, Molly is the best sim ever.<br />
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One day, after tending to the girls for like five hours straight because toddlers are needy bitches, Nathan does this:<br />
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Then they kinda forgot about it for a long time. Nathan and Molly are the most lackluster couple. Their relationship is basically the result of a lot of "Eh, why not?" and "Might as well."<br />
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Somehow, even though she's still a Young Adult with twin toddlers who had a messy affair with her boss, Molly also managed to reach the top of the Medical career and achieve her lifetime goal of becoming a World-Renowned Surgeon. Now that she's gotten her lifetime wish, she can quit the medical career. She's been wanting to for a long time, but she was so close to achieving that goal and she didn't want to throw away all the effort she'd put into it. The day she received her final promotion, Nathan surprised her on the porch and said, "Let's get married!" And Molly thought, "Oh yeah, we're engaged, aren't we?" So they tied the knot right there, Molly all in her strange work clothes that EA is trying to pass of as surgeon garb, but we all know it's a mad scientist outfit. Look at that coat.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic004cMBcf8VsK3T9ovQB5-UPP3bzkjG11vYLF7OwB552Wl-qpBfzNvgGxmb1qdd40eHldYcDYU7JzL2svezQEQ_Ys-bhy4YnF89KQty4RDq4XvbzxHrnJU1p-MqA5S-fcojphGgFAEWI/s1600/Screenshot-557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic004cMBcf8VsK3T9ovQB5-UPP3bzkjG11vYLF7OwB552Wl-qpBfzNvgGxmb1qdd40eHldYcDYU7JzL2svezQEQ_Ys-bhy4YnF89KQty4RDq4XvbzxHrnJU1p-MqA5S-fcojphGgFAEWI/s640/Screenshot-557.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-88903702793160790892011-02-22T13:43:00.000-06:002011-02-22T13:43:03.132-06:00Nathan's First Friend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After Nathan had that nightmare about his death by butt-fire, he installed a fire alarm in his tinkering shed, just to be safe. He's now a registered self-employed inventor, and he spends his days cranking out gadgets and whatsits so he can sell them. He still occasionally goes to the park to play his guitar for tips, as well. One day while doing just that, he suddenly has an emotional breakdown about Heather.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As he's standing there sobbing, getting tear stains all over his wrinkled tuxedo, a young woman in scrubs walks by and takes notice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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She looks very concerned for Nathan, and he ends up telling her his whole sob story.<br />
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After hearing his tale, she gives him a big compassionate hug, and he has a good cry on her shoulder. What a kind lady!<br />
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Her name is Molly, and Nathan, moved by her show of kindness, asks her if she wants to join him for drinks at the bistro (EVERY town in Simerica has a bistro). He just wants some company right now. She cheerily agrees, and they end up having a good time. As they're leaving, Nathan turns around to say something to Molly...<br />
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... but directly behind Molly, exiting the bistro, is Heather, carrying their son Sam.<br />
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Nathan's pretty uncomfortable hanging out with her right there, so he calls it a night. Molly says she had fun, though, and they should definitely do it again sometime.<br />
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So two days later, Nathan calls her up and they go to the Red Rendezvous, which is some kinda lounge I guess. There are foosball tables, but some old broad was hogging one and two frat boys were hogging the other. So Nathan mixed up some drinks at the (self-service?) bar and they talked and joked around.<br />
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They're really becoming fast friends! That sparkly noise you heard in the video was the sound of Nathan's wish to Be Best Friends With Molly being fulfilled. Molly seems really easygoing and fun.<br />
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Oh, but did I mention that as they arrived at the Red Rendezvous, so did the one and only Heather?<br />
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It's like she's stalking Nathan or something. After a while Nathan got sick of looking over his shoulder and seeing Heather sitting there, so he asked Molly if she wanted to hang out at his place, and she said sure!<br />
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Once there, Nathan cooked up some burgers and they chowed down, and then they danced to soul music until one in the morning.<br />
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I think I may be getting a little too attached to Nathan, because I felt such a genuine warmth while I watched him dancing and having a good time with his new friend. I just want Nathan to be happy!<br />
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So far, the only thing Nathan knows about Molly is that she's employed in the medical field and she's a Loner, just like him. Maybe that's why they get along so well; she really gets it.Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-74525923654219256952011-02-04T18:27:00.000-06:002011-02-04T18:27:35.554-06:00Troubled Times for a Troubled Man<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nathan may have given up crime and evil, but his past still haunted him in Sunset Valley. So Heather quit her job as Vice President and they packed up their stuff and their kids (and their house, because I'm lazy and didn't want to get them a new one) and moved across the country to a small, inconspicuous town called Twin Creek.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">[Author's Note: Actually, my game screwed up again, and Nathan and family would freeze in place or turn invisible after about twenty minutes of gameplay. I could play other neighborhoods just fine though, so I packed them up and moved them to another neighborhood in the hopes that the game would act normally again. It seems to have worked so far.]</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They're laying low to avoid notice from Nathan's shady ex-cronies, but that doesn't stop Nathan from delighting the townsfolk with his guitar playing in the park.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Heather wants to have another child already. Nathan can tell -- probably those mindreading powers -- and so he gets all romantic with her in bed one night.<br />
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Heather, however, wants no part of it. Buh wha? Ms. Big Family doesn't want to try to make a baby?<br />
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Then I glance at their relationship level, and HEEEEY, why do they dislike each other so much? They are both on the slightly negative/red side of the relationship meter. This is bad news.<br />
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Could it be because Nathan is responsible for her having to leave her beloved career and move cross-country to a town where she knows no one?<br />
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Nathan feels real bad about all of this, so he starts acting really nice to Heather, complimenting her, thanking her for all her housework, etc. Eventually he expresses his concern about the status of their relationship. She smiles and pats his shoulder, assuring him that nothing is wrong. Whew!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But then he tries to make babies again, and gets the same outright refusal. Heather even sleeps in another room for the night. So Nathan grumpily goes out to the shed he built in the yard to do some tinkering.</div><br />
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She and Bill Racket become really good friends. She invites him to the house one day, and this is how she greets him:<br />
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They go inside and she makes hamburgers.<br />
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Then it's Heather's turn to enter the Adult phase, and for some reason Bill Racket laughs sort of meanly at her in his really deep voice.<br />
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Nathan comes home a few hours later, sees the two plates on the table, shrugs, and finishes off Heather's half-eaten hamburger.<br />
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A few days later, Heather meets Bill Racket at the beach, where things get a little romantic. But when Heather leans in for a kiss, Bill Racket FREAKS OUT and tells her this is the worst outing he's ever had and basically he hates her. Then he RUNS THE HELL AWAY.<br />
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Heather is now very frustrated and unhappy. Filled with conflicting emotions (but mostly angst), she goes home. As soon as she sees Nathan, this happens:<br />
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Sorry there's no sound, by the way. I'm not sure how it got turned off... But just look at that sad-ass puppy dog look on Nathan's face. Don't you just wanna hug'im?<br />
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After Heather has her little outburst, she takes their twin boys and moves out of the house.<br />
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The next morning, Nathan wakes up and immediately sobs for his lost family.<br />
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But hey, things aren't really so bad, are they? Nathan just pours himself into his inventing, and now he gets the Enjoying Solitude moodlet because he's a loner and alone. Everything will be okay.<br />
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... Except that while he's inventing something, he manages to set his butt on fire.<br />
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Man, this is not Nathan's week.<br />
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He freaks out for a bit before realizing he should probably do something about it, like maybe call the firefighters.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The worst part about this is probably the awful surfer blonde hair he gets for some reason as a ghost.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Though the bright orange tuxedo is lookin' <a href="http://dvdmedia.ign.com/media/reviews/image/dumb_tuxes.jpg">pretty sharp</a>. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Don't worry, though. Since I am pretty much the god of these here parts, and Nathan is my chosen one, I would never let him die. I saved it about two minutes prior to him dying, thankfully, so we'll just reverse time a little and say it was all just a bad dream. </div>Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-22413841384690037902011-02-04T18:23:00.000-06:002011-02-04T18:23:42.465-06:00Nathan's Change of HeartOnce Sam and Alistair were born, Heather issued an ultimatum to Nathan: He had to choose between his career of evil and his family. The stress of being married to the greatest criminal in the world was too much for her, and she didn't want the boys growing up in that sort of environment. Nathan, in a surprisingly un-evil move, chose to stay with his family and give up his life of crime. I used some of his lifetime rewards points to change his Evil trait to Eccentric. Now there's no threat of him wanting to steal candy from his <i>own </i>babies.<br />
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Since he's unemployed now, Nathan stays at home with Heather and helps raise the boys. She handles most of it though, which means he spends a lot of time moping around the house or lounging by the pool. He's also started growing his hair out, and he stopped shaving.<br />
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I think he's bored. He's playing a lot of guitar, though.<br />
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Meanwhile, the boys grow into the toddler stage.<br />
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Meet Sam:<br />
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And Alistair:<br />
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Alistair, get your finger out of your nose.<br />
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He has little pink cacti on his diaper.Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-72333845704279943032010-12-17T19:24:00.000-06:002010-12-17T19:24:23.604-06:00New BeginningsA lot of simtime has passed since the last post, but not much has happened. So I don't have much a narrative for you at this point... more like a slideshow of highlights.<br />
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</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Nathan and Heather have just been busy with their careers, and with a lot of boning. Seriously, they have a LOT of sex. A lot. I generally don't bother to have my sims Woohoo unless they get the desire to. Well let me tell you, that little crazy-faced purple heart shows up with almost alarming frequency.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Nathan maxed out his Athletic skill and Heather has made a ton of friends and maxed out her Charisma. Heather became the mayor! And she got to wear this SWEET MAYORLY SASH:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><br />
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</div><div>Now Heather is actually the Vice President. Of what, they don't say, but I'm assuming it's the country. The United States of Simerica? She'll probably be President someday. As part of raising campaign funds and making contacts, she threw all sorts of political shindigs. Those were pretty fun. Nathan even performed guitar at one of them.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>At one point, they were robbed. Robbed! Do you believe it? When Nathan himself has a fair ranking in the criminal career. You'd think they wouldn't victimize their own. No honor among thieves, I guess.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>That's the bugger what did it. And Magical Mr. Gnome stood by and did nothing.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Nathan also made great strides in his career. He eventually became a supervillain and then the Emperor of Evil, which basically means he was in charge of all crime everywhere ever. But first they ran him through the gauntlet of silly and demeaning outfits. If you want your sim to go far in the Criminal career, you'd better be comfortable seeing him in clothes that at first look like something you'd see on a homosexual man in a club, and eventually look like Star Trek convention nerdwear.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>As the Emperor of Evil, Nathan occasionally glows red with what I can only assume is an evil aura. His evil is so concentrated that it occasionally escapes in the form of evil vapor.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Nathan was arrested countless times on his way to the top, but he made it. And with all the money he earned from criminal activity, and all the money Heather earned from political stuff, they saved up enough money to buy a darn nice house out in the country. And it's a good thing too, because Heather got pregnant.</div><div><br />
</div><div>SAY WHAT</div><div><br />
</div><div>DID I JUST DROP A BOMBSHELL ALL UP IN HERE</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Yeah, so, Heather got pragnet, and a tiny trailer is no place to have a kid. Plus, it's preeeeetty awkward when you still live across the street from your ex-husband. Or across from the very muscular guy that you stole your current wife away from. It was just awkward for both of them. So they moved.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Nathan set to work improving their new home, fixing up plumbing, painting over hideous wall colors, that sort of thing. Heather set to work being really pregnant and doing things like reading in bed all day, taking naps, and going to the spa on a regular basis.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Soon after, they started experiencing marital problems. Every now and then, they would pass each other and Heather would scowl at Nathan and go "BOOOOOOOO!"</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Their relationship level was deteriorating rapidly. And Nathan actually got the desire to break up with Heather. Unthinkable! I eventually realized that it was because Nathan was, you know, the Emperor of Evil. It's not exactly good for an aspiring politician to be wedded to the Emperor of Evil. In fact, in the description of the Emperor of Evil, it basically states that the Emperor of Evil is the arch-enemy of the Leader of the Free World, which is the top of the Political career if I remember correctly. Nathan and Heather had pretty much become mortal enemies.</div><div><br />
</div><div>That issue got put on hold, however, because Heather popped out that kid faster than a jackrabbit on speed.</div><div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">And then she popped out ANOTHER kid. That's right, twins. Two boys. They were named Alistair and Sam.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">When they brought the boys home, there was a creepy-as-hell welcoming committee waiting for them.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now there are TWO Magical Mr. Gnomes, and I have no idea where the second one came from. Are they multiplying? Will there someday be three, and then seven, and then nineteen of them, and they murder Nathan's family while they sleep? Dear god.</div>Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-81396300942100793672010-12-09T20:38:00.000-06:002010-12-09T20:38:07.698-06:00Ambitions & AmorePurely for your enjoyment, here is a picture of Nathan snooping around at the art gallery with a magnifying glass:<br />
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Now that Nathan has successfully smooched Heather, he can woo her openly. He likes to serenade her with his guitar.<br />
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<div>Also now that he has smooched her, he is on a fervent quest to get some. She spends the night at his place every night, but it's several days (which is like several weeks or months in sim terms) before the option to WooHoo even shows up. Finally it does, one night while they are cuddling in bed.</div></div><div><br />
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</div><div>Nathan is beside himself with excitement! Tonight could really be the night! He goes in for the kill...</div><div><br />
</div><div>... and is rejected outright.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>He tries again and again on other nights, but is rejected over and over.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>It's pretty odd that she's still wearing her wedding ring, but whatever. Nathan didn't give up, and eventually he got to hit that. No, I didn't take any pictures of it. What sort of girl do you think Heather is?</div><div><br />
</div><div>The morning after, Nathan asks Heather to be his steady girlfriend, and she happily accepts. Bolstered by this acceptance, he tells her he has a surprise for her.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>And the next day, they are married unceremoniously in a private wedding.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Happy day! Yay! Hooray! Heather immediately moves in, and we find out that, as well as being Ambitious, she is Neat, Friendly, Loves the Outdoors, and is Family-Oriented. Wait... hold on. Family-Oriented sims always want big families. I check her lifetime goal...</div><div><br />
</div><div>Sure enough, her lifetime goal is to raise five children to their teens. Only then will she truly be happy. Well, great. I figured Nathan for a one-child kinda guy, but it looks like Heather has other plans for him. Moreover, she immediately gains the wish to Have a Child. Oh boy. ... Or girl.</div><div><br />
</div><div>If Nathan's going to step up and be a family man, he'll have to earn more money. Heather is already set in her career as a politician, but Nathan doesn't plan on being a P.I. forever. It's time for him to quit the investigation business and start making progress toward his longterm career goal. It's time for him to become a criminal.</div><div><br />
</div><div>He starts out as a decoy, but on his first day he tips his boss off about a police stakeout and is immediately promoted to cutpurse. Then he immediately gets the desire to be fired, because the pressure of performing well is too much for him. Buck up, lil camper!</div><div><br />
</div><div>As a cutpurse he needs to improve his athletic abilities so he can escape from the cops if need be. It's probably also a good idea so he can escape from Odin Crosby if need be.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Nathan's attempts at building muscle are adorably pathetic.</div><div><br />
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</span></div><div>Eh, he'll get better with time.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Heather, meanwhile, is doing quite well in her career. She was struggling while she was with Odin; he must not have been very supportive. She always had a negative moodlet because she wasn't moving up the political ladder fast enough for her Ambitious desires. But since moving in with Nathan, she's already been promoted once and is well on her way to improving her charisma. She practices her speech a lot.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>She also likes to read books about pregnancy and children. This woman is serious about procreation.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Nathan is working out every chance he gets. Maybe a little of his mother's athleticism rubbed off on him. Of course, only Nathan would work out in a tuxedo.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>He likes to boast about his newly gained muscles, and Heather is very supportive of him.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>The days are flying by. Both sims are slowly earning promotions and raises at work. They buy nicer things with some of their hard-earned money, like a TV and a nicer fridge, shower/bathtub combo and toilet. Everything is going swimmingly, until...</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Later that night, something freaky happened. It requires some backstory:</div><div><br />
</div><div>Quite some simtime ago, I found a garden gnome named The Mysterious Mr. Gnome in Nathan's inventory. I assume it's a reward from solving the mystery of the smashed toes and the lawn gnome kicking. I placed him on the lawn, where he stood looking rather jaunty and cute. Every night I would hear a *poof!*, and the Mysterious Mr. Gnome would be in a different spot on the lawn, in a different position. I was like, okay, cute little gnome who poofs and moves around, that's whimsical and fun.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>The little bastard is watching TV.</div>Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-54698617582746892752010-12-04T17:37:00.000-06:002010-12-04T17:37:12.770-06:00Movin' On UpWith the money he's making from solving cases, Nathan can afford to buy a house now. So in the middle of the night, he moves...<br />
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... to the crappy little trailer directly across the street from Odin and Heather's crappy little trailer.<br />
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This way he can be closer to Heather, and keep an eye on Odin. Just waiting for Odin to slip up so he can make his move...<br />
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The trailer even comes amazingly badly furnished, so Nathan now has all the amenities of a proper home.<br />
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Once again, Nathan doesn't want to be recognized, so he starts taming his wild black hair, shaving, and wearing fake glasses. He adopts the role of friendly new neighbor and goes across the street to introduce himself.<br />
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Odin invites him inside. Nathan is disappointed to see that Heather isn't home, but he does see Ginny McDermott there, and Odin is looking at her with a peculiar expression.<br />
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</div>If Odin was having an affair with Ginny, that would be great. Fingers crossed!<br />
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Since Heather isn't around, Nathan soon leaves to work on some cases. He'll try again another day. The next afternoon, he calls Heather up and invites her over. She agrees.<br />
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He greets her at the door and then excuses himself for a moment. He checks his appearance, furiously brushes his teeth, and changes out of his boring work clothes.<br />
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He makes them salad for dinner, because he remembers Heather likes salad (and because it's one of the three meals he knows how to make).<br />
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After dinner, they stand in his kitchen and talk well into the night. They have reached the relationship level of Friends! Eeeeexcellent. Nathan finally sends Heather home when he's too exhausted to stand up straight.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Things continue like this for a while. Nathan solves cases by day and hangs out with Heather every night. Their friendship is blooming.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Finally, they have become best friends. Nathan decides today is the day he will kiss Heather. He's a Great Kisser, so he's pretty sure that if he can just get her to pucker up, it will seal the deal and she'll be his forever. He spends all day cleaning his trailer and getting ready, then invites her over.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">But still. SUCCESS! </div>Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-85905173989366926932010-10-27T22:10:00.000-05:002010-10-27T22:10:55.443-05:00Competition & RecognitionIt's a big day today. Nathan will meet with Odin Crosby and find out how stiff the competition for Heather's love is. He wakes up at 6 a.m. and starts the day by doing some karate moves in his underwear. Then he puts on some sunglasses and a fake beard, because what if Heather already told Odin all about the crazy guy who tried to seduce her? If he's recognized right away, he might just get his ass beat. A disguise is definitely the way to go.<br />
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Nathan drives over to the address Odin gave him. Yes! Now he knows where Heather lives! And they live in a crappy little trailer.<br />
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At least they don't live in a big mansion or something. Nathan's underground cave would hardly measure up to that.<br />
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Odin is waiting outside when Nathan arrives.<br />
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JESUS H. MCGILLICUDDY CHRIST WOULD YOU LOOK AT THOSE ARM MUSCLES.<br />
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After Nathan finds out what Odin wants for the case, Heather walks through the front yard on her way to work, and Nathan almost loses his shit.<br />
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Thank goodness he put on that disguise. She barely even glanced at him.<br />
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Sensing an opportunity to find out more about Heather, Nathan starts buttering up Odin. He compliments him on all sorts of things, and then he asks to come inside. Odin is quite friendly, actually. They end up watching TV together.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Odin has to leave for work, so he politely suggests that Nathan take leave of his home. Nathan watches Odin leave, then instead of going home, he takes a nap in their bed.</div><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">After his nap, he raids their fridge. He's having some toast and jam when someone comes in the door.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ack! It's Heather! And he's still in his PJs/tuxedo, with no sunglasses! He quickly changes back into his disguise and introduces himself as a friend of Odin.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Heather totally falls for it, and he starts chatting her up. He's telling her jokes, making her laugh... she even likes the ghost story he tells her! Usually people look at him like he's crazy when he does that.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He is very tired though, so he goes home and goes to bed at about 6 p.m. Kind of early, but for some reason he's exhausted, even with that nap. The next morning he again wears the disguise and goes out to dig up some dirt on Buzz Rhodes, by Odin's request.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Buzz Rhodes has a beautiful home. Nathan wonders if this is blackmail for monetary gain. He starts by looking through Buzz's mail for anything suspicious.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then he digs in the garbage for clues.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Finally, he peeps in Buzz's windows.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">But there's no evidence of anything illegal or embarrassing going on at the Rhodes house. Buzz is squeaky clean! Nathan returns to Odin to report his findings, and I get this message:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Odin Crosby looked at me like a cornered animal with just a hint of rabid fascination. I'm not sure I was working for the right individual. I'll just take my money and consider this case closed!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Uh-oh. Maybe Odin knows more than he lets on. Or maybe he's just a crazy dude. It could be all the testosterone, or steroids. Seriously, did you SEE those biceps?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I guess word's getting around that Nathan is pretty good at solving cases, because the mayor wants to give him some kind of investigator's award bullshit. So he goes and gets that, and as he's exiting city hall, he gets a phone call about another case.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">This time Ginny McDermott's toes are getting bruised every night, and she doesn't know why. Sounds more like a case for a doctor, but whatever.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ginny thinks her neighbor Rhoda Bagley has something to do with it. Nathan thinks Ginny is a paranoid, uneducated country girl, but he promises to question Rhoda.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">When he meets Rhoda, he starts thinking maybe Ginny isn't so paranoid after all. Rhoda <i>looks </i>like a person who would break into people's homes and smash their toes while they're sleeping.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">But when Nathan questions her about Ginny, she laughs and tells him that every night, Ginny sleepwalks outside and kicks garden gnomes. The doctors at the hospital confirm that Ginny has been treated for sleepwalking in the past. Nathan approaches Ginny later that night to tell her what's up, and he catches her daydreaming about Walker, Texas Ranger.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ginny laughs and admits that she does have problems with somnambulism. The gnome will be padded to prevent the bruising of Ginny's poor widdle toes when she kicks it. Case solved!</div>Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-65318483525371947462010-10-25T15:16:00.001-05:002010-10-25T15:18:54.139-05:00Romantic Entanglements and the Return of RoxieAs a detective, Nathan needs to improve his Logic skill, so he heads over to the library. There, he sees the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life. He tosses the Logic skillbook over his shoulder and strolls over to introduce himself.<br />
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Surprisingly, Nathan doesn't do anything like spout conspiracy theories or show her how he can lick his elbow. They're getting along fine, and he learns that she is employed in politics and ambitious -- perfect qualities for an evil mistress. She's also married. This doesn't really deter Nathan, who has no respect for the sanctity of marriage, but her husband's name is Odin. ODIN. Nathan is going to have to size this guy up before he makes any moves on Heather. That's her name, by the way. Heather Crosby.<br />
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Things are going so swimmingly that Nathan spontaneously starts singing a song called "Je T'aime" to Heather. She doesn't take too kindly to it, maybe because it's clearly a romantic song.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Just then, Nathan's phone rings. It's another case! But the guy is yelling too loud for Nathan to understand him; clearly this client is super pissed. They'll have to meet in person. Nathan sets up an appointment for tomorrow.</div><br />
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</div>Meanwhile, Heather has gone back to reading her book. Nathan is just about to give up on her when he feels a peculiar tingling sensation in his brain, and suddenly it occurs to him: Heather is hungry! Now is the perfect time to offer to buy her dinner!<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Heather agrees to go get a bite to eat with Nathan. I question her judgment on this, but whatever. She probably thought he was a crazy retarded guy, and was just trying to be nice.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As she follows him out of the library, he makes this face:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNvDNSrul-KFNN0vIT9AJc7u849ETOO08D_cBhJ1stMIT6lWx9x3IetTIjM_zfaQte7CGTeHqFezvX5InQt5JjeWQA5eB-91BDrqrfYkn3UOp0wk8Ors6KpI8WFya9gQBSBHyFDX4_OwY/s1600/Screenshot-367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNvDNSrul-KFNN0vIT9AJc7u849ETOO08D_cBhJ1stMIT6lWx9x3IetTIjM_zfaQte7CGTeHqFezvX5InQt5JjeWQA5eB-91BDrqrfYkn3UOp0wk8Ors6KpI8WFya9gQBSBHyFDX4_OwY/s640/Screenshot-367.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Gosh, Nathan is handsome when he's evil.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I can't tell if he has dastardly things in mind for Heather or if that's just how he shows excitement.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">At the restaurant, they eat outside. Nathan has one tiny burrito and Heather enjoys a garden salad. Their conversation is pleasant. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">It is so pleasant that after the meal is over, Nathan is overwhelmed with this stuff called "feelings" and tells Heather how nice she is.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">It might have been the weird face he made, or it might have been the fact that she's married and once again he's making romantic gestures toward her. Damn this woman's virtue! Odin must be a hell of a guy. Oh well. Nathan is not discouraged. After all, tons of romantic comedies have started out this way: Weird guy falling in love with a pretty girl who's already involved, but he doggedly pursues (read: stalks and harasses) her until she realizes she truly loves him in return, or until she is beaten into submission. Yes! I think Nathan and Heather can have a happy ending after all.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The next day, Nathan meets with his client, George Dean. George wants him to hack into someone else's computer -- man, what's with all the hacking? Anyway, it's an easy peasy case and I didn't take any screenshots because quite frankly it was boring and uneventful. Though after returning to George to tell him the case was completed, Nathan again performed some tunes on his guitar in George's yard. George was all, "Uh, I'm going to work now, so you should leave," and Nathan was all, "Yeah sure," and then just kept on playing for about two hours.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's the afternoon and Nathan is hungry, so he goes back to the bistro for some lunch. He's just about to bite into his grilled cheese when a familiar face walks by.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">In case you don't recognize her, it's Roxie, the man-voiced woman (possible transsexual?) he seduced for a place to stay when he was first transported to this town. And she wants HUGS.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">He chats with her for a few minutes, then abruptly changes his clothes and walks away.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I think his expression sums up his feelings about Roxie more elegantly than written words ever could:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Apparently someone stole his lunch while he was talking to Roxie, because it's not on the table anymore. He goes inside to get a new one, and he stays in there for almost two hours, hoping Roxie will be nowhere in sight once he comes out.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">But two hours later, she's STILL THERE.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Nathan then for SOME reason gets the desire to kiss Roxie. It's as if he decided that perhaps if he gives Roxie some attention, she will leave him alone.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">He approaches Roxie with a maniacal evil laugh, as if this is the most brilliant and purely evil scheme anyone has ever come up with.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">He plants a big wet one on her lips. There are magical sparkly noises, and then Nathan speaks some madness.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">This is much more effective at getting Roxie to go away. She just left angrily. So he pulled out his guitar and started entertaining* the other bistro patrons. But halfway through his first song, his cell phone rang.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">He answered it immediately, thinking it might be a client with a new case. And it was! But that's not all. Get this: The client is <i>Odin Crosby</i>, Heather's husband, and he wants to <i>blackmail </i>someone in town. Nathan accepted the <i>hell</i> out of that case. Stay tuned for their meeting tomorrow morning.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*At first I accidentally typed that Nathan started <i>eating </i>the other bistro patrons. Were Nathan a more bloodthirsty sort of evil, I would say that this is equally as likely as him entertaining them. I may have typed "eating" because I am rather hungry right now, and watching Nathan eat that grilled cheese made me really want a grilled cheese, so I think I'll go make one. Life imitates art and whatnot.</span></div></div>Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-76857225750555157522010-10-08T22:08:00.000-05:002010-10-08T22:08:42.142-05:00Profession Obsession<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr09GvI3TuOeD_OwVBfpfdmd-PVzxVs2fm2hZ2mDX5MJ3O3DtWpT3UL8UqnPUp61IbDD58iSev7wZT_Wvy2BHFaAqtQave0ZY9LULC5sZSyix8qfRKj1AbjcR757O8jVy1YVsOdYj0nDQ/s1600/Screenshot-350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr09GvI3TuOeD_OwVBfpfdmd-PVzxVs2fm2hZ2mDX5MJ3O3DtWpT3UL8UqnPUp61IbDD58iSev7wZT_Wvy2BHFaAqtQave0ZY9LULC5sZSyix8qfRKj1AbjcR757O8jVy1YVsOdYj0nDQ/s640/Screenshot-350.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Nathan is in a taxi cab. Today Nathan is going to do something important. Today is the day Nathan becomes a doctor.<br />
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He needed a job, and he remembered how much money his dad made as a doctor. It can't be that hard, right? Just waltz into the hospital and demand a job, right? It's not like you need years of special training or anything.<br />
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So that's exactly what he did, and voila! He is now a doctor. Or rather, you know, a bedpan cleaner. Whatever. It's a process. He's just lucky they gave him a job, with that molestache. Doctors shouldn't have molestaches. Doctors should have <i>goatees.</i><br />
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After getting hired at the hospital, Nathan went to the library, and he used their mirror to give himself a goatee. He didn't have clippers... my guess is that he willed himself to grow a full beard in about five minutes, then broke a piece of glass off the mirror in the library bathroom and used it to shave it into a goatee. Then he FREAKED OUT about bathroom stalls.<br />
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Unfortunately, after reinstalling the game I forgot to enable the recording of sound again, so you can't hear his righteous scream.<br />
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He went to play his guitar, then, in the middle of the library. That's just how evil he is.<br />
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It turns out you actually can't just waltz into the hospital and become a doctor. I wanted to follow Nathan to work like you're supposed to be able to in Ambitions, but Doctor isn't listed with the rest of the professions on the computer, and the option isn't popping up at the hospital. I don't know if you have to have certain skills to be a doctor, or what, but that takes work. Nathan needs money now, so he'll take up something that takes absolutely no skills whatsoever: private investigation. Now he just has to sit back and wait for some leads.<br />
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A few days go by. One night, Nathan wakes up, goes outside, kicks over the garbage can, then points and yells at it.<br />
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Another night, he's at the library when he spots -- gasp -- a BABY. Finally, his long-held dream of stealing candy from a baby can come true!<br />
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Private investigators should have a different kind of facial hair -- perfect stubble. And hair that's slicked back, but not perfect -- ruffled from stressful hours sitting at a desk, poring over case files and whatnot. Or something.<br />
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Yes, that is a happy dancing panda on his shirt. What of it?<br />
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Then I realized Nathan could now change into his Private Investigator uniform, which comes with a hat and its own hairstyle, which is a plain old shaved head.<br />
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Though in this shot he looks more like a blues player than a P.I.<br />
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Anyway, off to his first case! He goes to meet up with the client.<br />
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I forget her name, so I'll just call her Eyebags. Eyebags is afraid some guy named Norman is saying mean things about her on a forum, so she wants Nathan to hack into his computer and find out. Seriously? That's all you got? No one's been murdered, no priceless jewels stolen? You just want me to track down some nerd who made fun of you on a forum nobody cares about? Alright, fine. As long as I'm gettin' paid.<br />
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All Nathan had to do was go to the library and use the computer. Apparently he just joined the forums and called this Norman guy a "poopen noopen," or something equally ridiculous. Then he returned to Eyebags and got paid. Best job ever?<br />
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Just as a courtesy, after Eyebags went back inside after paying him, he stood in her bushes and played her a song on his guitar. Nathan Newby, the only private detective who comes with complimentary music.<br />
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Nathan then goes downtown to buy himself a guitar. He's just not himself without a way to play music. After that, he visits the art museum and meets a nice young woman named Ruby, but it's difficult to have a conversation when there is a<i> total creep</i> in a skull-and-crossbones T-shirt standing about two inches away from your face.<br />
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Nathan actually spent all afternoon at the museum, getting lost in the art. As the sun set, he realized he should probably pick up some things he might need to start a new life here. To the consignment shop! He didn't find anything useful, but he did get a wind-up squid figure, a cheap bottle of wine ("nectar"), and a book on martial arts from Ben Affleck.<br />
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It was getting late, so Nathan went back to the empty field he'd first been transported to. He figured he should stick around the area in case there was some sort of time-space anomaly there which would allow him to get back to his home dimension. It's boring standing in the middle of an empty field, though. He tried to play with his new mechanical squid, but it didn't actually do anything, it just sat there. All he could do was view it, which he did, disapprovingly, for about a minute.<br />
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So he studied martial arts until the wee hours of the morning.<br />
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He was about ready to drop from exhaustion, but he didn't have a bed, and he didn't particularly want to go back to Roxie's. She seems like the clingy type, and he didn't want to encourage her. He'd seen a junkyard down the road, so he went to see if he could find at least a smelly old mattress to throw in his field.<br />
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After digging through piles of trash -- gigantic, sparkling piles of trash -- for hours, he found "28 units of scrap," whatever that means. I'm sure it'll come in handy later.<br />
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The sun was starting to rise, and Nathan still had nowhere to sleep, so I just bought him a cheap bed. I'm not <i>totally </i>heartless. We'll just say he found it at the junkyard and dragged it all the way to the field, making a horrible grinding noise against the pavement all the way.<br />
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Our hero -- or rather, our villain -- slept the whole morning and some of the afternoon away. He dreamed about food, probably because he was extraordinarily hungry. He woke up sunburned and bug-bitten and decided that this whole sleeping in a field thing wasn't working out. He didn't have the money to buy a house though, so he started digging a hole in the field to make a cave.<br />
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He concealed the entrance behind a big gross-looking tree and surrounded it with hedges. Inside, he decorated it with some.. er... found objects.<br />
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There's his bed, and a stolen park bench, along with some things stolen from people's yards -- lawn furniture, tiki torches, a boombox, and a grill. Nathan's obviously not concerned about charcoal fumes. The toilet is from the junkyard, and even though it's just placed over a hole in the ground, it's nice not having to squat, isn't it?<br />
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I thought Nathan would be able to make food using the grill, but he couldn't without a fridge. So I bought him a fridge, but then he needed a counter to prepare the hot dogs on. He just couldn't win! Finally I decided to just upgrade his cave a little. It's not as quaint, but it's more practical. Now he has a full-fledged bathroom with a shower, and a sink and counter for his kitchen, and a separate area for his bed. He also splurged and actually bought a bed, because sleeping on that creaky old garbage bed was not energizing in the least. Nathan's pretty proud of himself for fashioning this little getaway, but it won't work for very long. Before he can obtain a legitimate abode, though, he'll need a job. And playing guitar on the street for loose change isn't going to cut it.Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-7754723833264133442010-09-21T15:51:00.000-05:002010-09-21T15:51:13.835-05:00Why Teleportation Devices Are a Bad Idea, Besides What We Learned From "The Fly"Okay, here's the deal. I made a couple of new sims in an attempt to create the new star of Simcentric, but none of them could hold my interest. They just weren't appealing enough. <br />
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I also had a few ideas to save the Newbys, but none of them worked. I decided to remake the three boys just by recreating their appearances in Create-A-Sim and by selecting the exact same traits. Since Eddie was an adult, I could have had him take care of his younger brothers (since teenagers can't live alone) and made up some story about how Addie and Toby mysteriously disappeared during their trip to France (trapped in a tomb, perhaps?). After I spent about two hours painstakingly recreating Eddie's face, style, and personality, using screenshots for reference, I decided to save Eddie to the bin to make it easier to edit him in the future if necessary. Well, the game got stuck on the save screen. I let it sit for fifteen minutes, but it went nowhere. I swear, EA knows they made an addictive game and people will play it no matter how many problems it has. You are a cruel mistress, EA.<br />
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The story:<br />
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Nathan grew into a young adult and gained the Evil trait. Blame it on living in the shadow of his handsome, athletic genius older brother. He began experimenting with machines and eventually created a teleporter. When testing it on himself for the first time, something went horribly wrong. He was teleported to an unknown location and, perhaps, another dimension (cue spooky Twilight Zone music) where none of his family or old acquaintances existed.<br />
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Nathan was knocked unconscious by the accident. He awoke in a grassy field in the middle of nowhere, looking unsettlingly like Adolf Hitler.<br />
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He immediately began talking to himself. He yelled and screamed at himself for being such an idiot.<br />
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When he was done berating himself, he started walking along the nearby road until he came to a street with houses on it. Outside one of the houses, two young women were talking. He introduced himself and asked where he was. The girls explained that he was in the town of Riverview. Then he tried explaining what had happened to him.<br />
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The reaction to his crazy story was not entirely positive.<br />
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So he wandered off. That girl had an insanely high and squeaky voice, anyway. Even if she could have transported him back to Sunset Valley, I don't think he could have withstood listening to her explain how.<br />
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Nathan was terribly hungry -- transdimensional travel stirs up a wicked appetite. So he walked into the nearest house to raid their fridge. When I clicked on the fridge, I had the option to have Nathan "Have Quick Meal Fiendishly." Already, having an evil sim is hilarious.<br />
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I was pretty excited to see how a sim would eat some ice cream in a fiendish fashion, but he just ate it normally.<br />
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The mother of the house came into the kitchen and frowned at Nathan, warning that he was behaving inappropriately and if he continued to do so she would have to ask him to leave. Wow, people in Riverview are so welcoming. If a total stranger resembling Hitler waltzed into my house and started eating my ice cream, I would call the cops.<br />
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Then, of his own volition, Nathan decided to "Read Something Maniacal." He took a book from the shelf, and just then, Squeak-Voiced Girl came into the room while in the living room someone else gave a groan and collapsed with a thud.<br />
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Nathan and Squeaky grew very concerned about this and started looking around wildly. I think they thought she was dead or something.<br />
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I guess she was just tired, because a few minutes later she got up and walked away. Maybe she's narcoleptic?<br />
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Nathan started exploring the house and ran into the narcoleptic woman. They started talking and Nathan discovered she works in the music industry. If you recall, Nathan is a Virtuoso, meaning he loves music and is very good at it. The two actually started to hit it off. Unlike Squeaky, who may or may not be related to her, Narcoleptic Woman has a deep voice that makes her sound like a drag queen.<br />
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Meanwhile, Nathan develops the urge to Steal Candy From a Baby in the Wishes panel.<br />
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He continues to flirt with the narcoleptic lady, whose real name is Roxie. She's clearly smitten with him. They kiss, then Nathan asks if he can spend the night. She readily agrees, saying, "Make yourself at home!" Nathan grins. That solves the problem of where he can sleep tonight.<br />
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In the living room, Nathan spots a guitar. He picks it up to play, but to his dismay, he finds he can't even play a simple tune. Apparently transdimensional travel can induce specific amnesia. He has forgotten how to play the guitar. Roxie and Squeaky gather in the living room to listen to him play, anyway.<br />
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Shortly, two guests arrive. Their names are Yuri and Nadine Ivanov. Nathan puts down the guitar after a while and turns around to see Ivan and Roxie flirting with each other. Despite the fact that he's only using her for a place to stay, Nathan is overcome with jealousy. Nadine is clearly upset as well.<br />
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Nathan does not take well to jealousy. He confronts Yuri. Well, first actually he used the toilet. Then he came back and insulted Yuri and Yuri's home.<br />
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He also slapped Yuri.<br />
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This made Yuri very angry, and for a moment Nathan looked like he might regret his actions.<br />
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But then Nathan suddenly pounced on Yuri and they got into a fight...<br />
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... a fight which Nathan actually won.<br />
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That'll teach Yuri Ivanov to mess with Nathan Newby's bread and butter!<br />
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Now Nathan is exhausted from the fight. He eats a big bowl of mac and cheese and goes to bed. Er, correction -- he goes to "Evil Slumber."<br />
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It's been a busy day for Nathan, so I'll let him have his rest for now.Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-79492522178578832472010-09-07T00:23:00.000-05:002010-09-07T00:23:32.221-05:00Bleak News for Addie and FamilyI have some very bad news. The Sims 3 is rife with glitches and bugs, and I have lost more than one family to this. When I tried to play tonight, my UI had disappeared and so had Addie. To be specific, Addie had turned into a little glowing white spiky ghostlike ball, which then disappeared after about ten seconds. I can still navigate with the mouse, and keyboard shortcuts still work... so while in theory I could still play this game, the utter lack of UI makes it practically impossible. My other saved game works fine, but Addie, Toby, Eddie, Nathan, and Shaun are lost, perhaps forever.<br />
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I've done some googling on the subject and the issue seems to lie with the World Adventures expansion pack. After returning home from a vacation, sometimes sims disappear or the UI disappears. It doesn't affect everyone, so apparently I'm one of the unlucky few -- though we're not that few, because it seems pretty common. Unfortunately, the general consensus of various sims 3 gurus and forums and help pages is that the problem is not fixable. I tried restoring the backup file of the neighborhood, but that didn't work. I will try a complete uninstall and reinstall of the game, but frankly, I'm not hopeful.<br />
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If I can't restore the family, I will start over from scratch with a new sim. I hope I don't have to do that, but in case I do, I hope you, dear reader, will give the new guy (I've already decided it will be male) a chance.Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-5754195406750150232010-08-31T02:35:00.000-05:002010-08-31T02:35:41.795-05:00Addie and Toby Conquer FranceI bought the World Adventures expansion today. I decided Addie and Toby should go on a vacation, since this is the sort of stuff they have to deal with every day:<br />
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Nathan was playing beautiful music with his guitar, and I decided to take some video of him and his brothers enjoying his playing. Unfortunately it was midnight, and they were in Addie and Toby's room, so when Addie and Toby tried to get some sleep, it didn't work out too well.<br />
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They didn't really get mad or yell at him, though. I guess the music must have been too soothing.<br />
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Now that Toby's old, he's able to retire, so he did just that. It was 7 a.m. and everybody crowded around Toby to congratulate him on his retirement. Everyone was happy, but no one was as happy as Toby and Nathan.<br />
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After the kids left for school and Eddie left for work -- goodness, it's weird now that Eddie isn't a kid anymore -- Toby and Addie spontaneously decided to leave for France. They just left without telling anyone -- maybe a scribbled note on the kitchen counter, "Hey kids, went to France, bbl." Eddie'll take care of his brothers, right?<br />
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As soon as they got to France, Addie went searching for some FRIGGIN' ADVENTURE. Thankfully, the government of France apparently keeps ADVENTURE BOARDS so that anyone seeking some ADVENTURE can go and find some at any time with ease.<br />
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Toby, meanwhile, is making a new friend named "MARC ASWAD, EXPLORER," who probably got teased a lot in school because his name sounds unfortunately like "asswad." He also is wearing goofy robes and kinda looks like a Hare Krishna.<br />
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Addie went to the local general store to meet up with her contact for the ADVENTURE.<br />
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I don't trust her. She looks like a gypsy witch and she wears a tiny ascot. Plus, you can't see it in this picture, but she totally has crazy forest-animal-themed wallpaper in her store.<br />
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She tells Addie to buy a tent and some dried food from her store before she goes on her ADVENTURE. Her quest, by the way, is to go into some Celtic Ruins and find something the witch-gypsy dropped in a hole. Probably a box of tampons or something, I don't know. Addie stocks up on some food and the nicest tent they have for sale, and then she inexplicably clenches her fists and then makes THIS epic pose:<br />
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Then Addie bought some more stuff: a SnapTastic Flimsy-Cam disposable camera, "Shower-in-a-Can," a Little Boy Soldier Incense Holder, something called "The Kenspa," and the Treasure Chest of Alouette. I have no idea what any of these are.<br />
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Addie rushed to the Base Camp (a nice little hostel-type building where they're staying) to tell Toby about everything.<br />
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And away they went, driving the whole way there on scooters, which amused me a lot more than it probably should.<br />
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The only way this could be better is if they were also wearing Amelia Earhart aviator helmets and goggles.<br />
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When they got to the Celtic Ruins, Addie found a bunch of junk sticking up out of the ground and excitedly began digging it up.<br />
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She ended up finding a couple of ancient relics, one worth 333 simoleons! Those will be fun to take home. Nevermind that she's desecrating a sacred Celtic burial ground. They won't mind, right? Meanwhile, Toby hopped off his scooter and immediately called Marc Aswad, Explorer. I'm not sure if he was asking him for advice on how to explore, or if he just missed the sound of his voice.<br />
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While Toby was chatting on the phone, Addie was all, "Eff this, I'm going into these spooky tombs over here for some ADVENTURE."<br />
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Just look at her expression. It just says, "I am unimpressed with your tomb, Celts. If you're trying to scare me, you're going to have to try harder than that. Now let's do this."<br />
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Then a spooky bit of music played, and her expression changed to this:<br />
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The stairs led to a small room with a pile of rubble against one wall. Addie cleared the rubble to reveal a suspicious-looking brick wall, but nothing else.<br />
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The brick wall swung around -- a secret door! Suddenly I am playing Addie Roth, Tomb Raider.<br />
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In the next room, Addie found a strange-looking panel.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hmmm, I wonder what you do with THIS?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Yada yada, Addie solves a few puzzles and finds a few ancient coins and whatnot. Then she finds a hole in the wall and sticks her hand in it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's the expression I'd have, too, if I was sticking my hand in a mysterious hole in some tomb wall.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr>
</tbody></table>OH FUCK SHIT BUGS<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW</td></tr>
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But also a secret switch, and then in another room she finds OH GOD A SKELETON<br />
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I'm not sure Addie can take this ADVENTURE. She's old, you know. She's no Indiana Jones. More like Mrs. Jones from Indiana who lives down the street and wins first prize at the county fair with her pies.<br />
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And now Addie Roth: Tomb Raider is pushing gigantic stone statues like a champion even though she is an old woman. Where is her husband?!<br />
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... I guess Toby just doesn't have the appetite for ADVENTURE that Addie has.<br />
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Speaking of sleeping, Addie's pretty worn out herself. Going on ADVENTURES will do that to you.<br />
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Buuuuuut I can't find her tent in her inventory. I'm pretty sure I bought that tent... didn't I? Well... it's a good thing Addie has her moodlet manager with her!<br />
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There. Now back to ADVENTURING.<br />
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The next puzzle revealed a flight of stairs leading further underground, to some really cool-looking ruins and a hedge maze. <br />
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There were all sorts of treasures and doodads littered around the maze, and Addie went about scooping them up like a grandma tidying up her house. In one corner she found an abandoned campsite with a skeleton and a chilling message on the wall. To find out what the plaque says, you'll just have to get the game.<br />
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Meanwhile, Toby is back at the base camp walking around in his unders in front of all these foreigners.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whatever, they're European, they don't care.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>He's also buying lots of French recipes in a cozy little bookshop.<br />
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Addie solved one puzzle by crying crocodile tears for some long-dead Celts. Then a hole opened up in the ground, and SURPRISE, she stuck her hand in it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Addie Roth, Hole Explorer.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Then in a secret room, she finds a TREASURE CHEST! YEEEAAAAAHHH!!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You found the DUNGEON MAP! <treasure_fanfare_get.wav></treasure_fanfare_get.wav></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>Finally she gets to the end room, and some EPIC ACTION ADVENTURE MUSIC plays, causing me to frantically look around for some sort of final boss. What? Final bosses in The Sims, it could happen.<br />
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She finds the final lost treasure in a hole that the witch-gypsy was talking about, and it's... a baseball.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not much better than a box of tampons.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>There are a whole BUNCH of gravestones and monuments in here. Remembering that mourning the last one opened up a hole with a gemstone in it, Addie proceeds to mourn every single one of the tombstones.<br />
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Only one revealed any treasure, though.<br />
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Addie is grumpy and tired and it's time to go home. Toby makes dinner while Addie naps in the common room.<br />
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After dinner, they go to bed. While they're happily snoozing away, these two weirdos come into their room:<br />
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They walked in, stood at the foot of the bed, and gossiped, giggling at each other. Then the dark-haired one fist-pumped triumphantly, and they left. I'm convinced they're plotting some sort of evil against Addie and Toby.<br />
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The rest of the night passes uneventfully. Toby wakes up before Addie and starts making everyone else's beds in his underwear.<br />
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It's the last day of their vacation. They get lunch at the Catania Cafe.<br />
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Note the angry-looking fellow standing outside the window. He was the sole employee of this cafe, and when he wasn't immediately needed to serve people food, he stood outside the cafe and glowered. Maybe that's how they do things in France.<br />
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Then they visited a "nectary," which is pretty much a winery, but for some reason Will Wright is all anti-booze. I have been waiting forever and ever for the sims to invent alcohol so I could get them drunk, because as funny and kooky as sims are, can you imagine a drunk sim? Addie and Toby spent almost $4,000 on four bottles of nectar, a nectar rack, and a nectar maker.<br />
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They both tasted some samples of nectar, and to my disappointment did not get tipsy. They just got the regular "Sugar Rush" moodlet as well as an additional feel-good moodlet. Addie got "Commanding Complexity" and Toby got "Astonishing Aroma." I'm not sure I would want anything I was drinking to have an aroma that was astonishing. It's not necessarily a pleasant adjective.<br />
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Finally they went to the museum and looked at some art.<br />
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Toby stepped behind the red rope. TOBY YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO GO BEHIND THE RED ROPE. But he did a little dance and then threw his fists in the air. He was just SO EXCITED to get closer to this DISGUSTING GREEN STATUE that looks like a cross between a Chinese dragon and a pug.<br />
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There were some stairs leading down which were roped off. A plaque on the wall nearby read something like, "Sorry, the basement exhibit is closed for renovations." Nearby there was a hole in the wall. Of course Addie stuck her hand into it. She activated a secret switch which opened a secret door at the end of a secret hallway and revealed some secret stairs leading down to the secret basement.<br />
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</tbody></table>Their vacation was over before Addie had the chance to get too deep into any more ADVENTURES. They arrived safely at home, and everything was exactly how they had left it. No really, the kids were still at work/school and it was the same time and everything. TIME WARP~! It would be nice if vacations really worked like that.<br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-8174390829140981192010-08-20T23:56:00.001-05:002010-08-21T02:30:28.648-05:00Eddie Grows Up, Grows His Hair, Grows a Garden.By the way guys, I'll be asking you to vote on your favorite kid sometime soon. I can't follow all three of them forever. Don't vote YET; I'm going to give each of them a post focusing on them alone, to better acquaint you with the characters in my mind. We'll start with Eddie, the oldest.<br />
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It's Eddie's birthday today, actually. He's about to turn 18 and enter the Young Adult life stage. He wakes up at 6 a.m., eats waffles for breakfast, then goes for a swim. A pretty nice start to a birthday! Then it's off to the park to catch a fish for a science project at school.<br />
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At the park, there's a nice family having a picnic. Eddie's sort of idly watching them as he fishes, and then he notices an extremely evil-looking woman approach them. She has a fur coat and everything.<br />
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I'm surprised to see that the two redheads are Ursines -- remember Addie's stalker? The man is not related to them, but the evil woman is! Her name is Tiffany Ursine. Eddie senses a conflict ahead and, being a nice guy, decides to intercept the evil Tiffany Ursine before she can ruin their picnic.<br />
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Through this interaction, Eddie learns that Tiffany is Brave, Grumpy, and Athletic. Not exactly the kind of person you want to go around picking fights with.<br />
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As I'm watching the two of them argue with each other, I realize this Tiffany person looks familiar...<br />
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Oh my god, it's HER. The girl Nathan was flirting with before I realized how scary-looking she was! She cleaned up well, I must say. Must have been one of those ugly duckings.<br />
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Speaking of Nathan, guess who shows up at the park!<br />
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It's Nathan, and he starts mocking Tiffany's grumpiness. He must have used his special brotherly instincts to sense that his brother needed help. He left immediately after mocking Tiffany, though. And try as he could, Eddie couldn't get Tiffany to leave the park. No matter how rude he was to her, she would only think he was "okay." He eventually gave up and went to attend a Logic class at the science facility.<br />
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After the class, Eddie made a new friend named Donnell Mock, who is a big computer nerd. Eddie himself is a nerd; you might not be able to tell, what with all the working out, but if you'll recall, Eddie is actually a Genius. He just also happens to be Athletic. He's one of those rare people who are incredibly smart, but also attractive and athletic. He also has the Lucky trait, which explains this. He's also Excitable, the definition of which is "Your Sim will cheer for and be excited about doing the basic things in life. Yay! Wooo!" So Eddie is just a cute, excitable, athletic nerd. He has yet to get his negative trait, though. We'll see about that.<br />
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Eddie and Donnell became fast friends and talked for HOURS until it was dark. Donnell was hungry, so Eddie invited him over for dinner. Once they got to the sidewalk in front of Eddie's house, Eddie decided to have his birthday RIGHT THEN AND THERE.<br />
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Back to the long hair again, huh Eddie? Ah well, I'll let you keep it if you're so determined about it. And uh... nice shirt.<br />
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Unfortunately he's pairing it with those horrendous purple and black vertical striped suspendered pants that his father wore when courting his mother. Remember those? Allow me to jog your memory.<br />
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It's like Eddie dug around in his dad's closet and put on the most atrocious things he could find, just for kicks. And hey, I guess I never realized that Eddie wore the same T-shirt, too. Egad. He's like a little mini-Toby.<br />
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I'm diggin' the jammies, though.<br />
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NEWSFLASH: More proof that Addie's losing her faculties:<br />
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Gardening in her nightie and fuzzy pink slippers.<br />
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Eddie has gained his final, and incidentally his negative, trait: Snob. It makes sense for someone who was born a genius and is naturally athletic and lucky all the time to be a snob, doesn't it? He holds himself to high standards, but he holds everyone and everything else to high standards, too. The first thing he did this morning was admire himself in the mirror for about twenty minutes. Then he worked out.<br />
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Just so you can get the full effect, here's the adult outfit Eddie was given by default:<br />
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So that needs to be changed, obviously.<br />
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I felt like I was playing up Eddie's athleticism too much, without giving enough attention to the brainy side. So I decided to put him in something a little more scholarly.<br />
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Now he's like Clark Kent, all muscly under that sweater and those glasses.<br />
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Unfortunately, sims can't go to college anymore like they could in The Sims 2, or I'd have Eddie do that. So instead, he marches right down to his beloved Landgraab Industries Science Facility and gets a job. He's a genius, so of course they hire him right away. It doesn't take a genius to see that, ha ha.<br />
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Now he works as a Test Subject in a place with a giant golden robot statue in the lobby, and that is awesome.<br />
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As a scientist, Eddie needs better Gardening skills. Addie is territorial about her garden and won't let him near it. He's excited and wants to get started right away though, so he rushes to the store to buy some seeds. Pretty soon he's got his own garden in the backyard.<br />
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Meanwhile, there's a commotion upstairs in the house, and I get a notification that it's Toby's birthday, which means Toby is turning into an elder RIGHT NOW. Happy birthday, T--<br />
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TOBY PUT YOUR PANTS ON. GOD DAMN.Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-3551264459445774612010-08-19T01:47:00.000-05:002010-08-19T01:47:03.125-05:00Agent Double-Oh-CrazyOkay! Here goes! I am going to play The Sims and write a post at the SAME TIME. No more of this playing and taking lots of screenshots and then forgetting what ANY of them are about so I have to make up crap or just post nonsensical pictures. For real guys! I am cracking my knuckles and DOING THIS.<br />
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I'm a little afraid Addie is going senile on us. This morning she started to make waffles and then stopped halfway through, put the waffles on the floor and called a sim I've never even heard of. Just to chat. <br />
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Yeah, that's a big baking dish with four waffles in it. I have no idea why sims make waffles like this. It would never work. You'd end up with pancakes basically, because NEWSFLASH, when you pour waffle batter into something it does not automatically form into a waffle shape. And it's not like you can hand-mold waffles yourself. They're not silly putty. Whoever at Maxis decided sims would make waffles in a big pan in the oven has clearly never made waffles. Maybe they've never cooked anything before ever. Maybe they've never even <i>eaten </i>waffles. Maybe they've never eaten <i>anything</i>, and the nutrient deficiencies are affecting their decision-making skills. In any case, it's stupid. I don't know why the sims couldn't just magically pull a magical waffle iron out of their magical pockets of holding. Have you ever noticed how sims just pull every old thing out of their pockets, even if they have no pockets? They just sort of reach into the empty space behind them and pull out an apple or a fish or their homework or a car. They fit CARS in their pockets. So there's no reason why they couldn't have a waffle iron in there and make waffles on the stove like a normal person.<br />
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I took this picture because I was informed that it would be Eddie's birthday soon, and I wanted a picture of the three of them as teenagers. They had all just arrived home from school, and it was a rare moment where they could all be in frame and facing the camera. These boys mostly don't interact with each other at all. It might be because they all have such different personalities, or it might just be because they're teenage boys and eeewwww, <i>brothers.</i> So annoying, right?<br />
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Then Nathan started doing this:<br />
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He started making very strange faces at Eddie's back, and Eddie looked very uncomfortable about it. It's like he could just sense his brother back there being weird and creepy, but he didn't want to turn around and encourage him. Oh, Nathan. These simlives would be so much less interesting without you.<br />
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Times have changed. Addie once trained Eddie, but now Eddie is training his mother. Is it because if he wasn't there keeping an eye on her, she would forget what she was doing, stop running, and be flung by the treadmill through the window? By the way, if you're wondering what those strange translucent blobs by Addie's face are, it's sweat. Gigantic sweat droplets fly off her face at a disgusting speed.<br />
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Even though sims speak a made-up, amalgamated language called Simlish, sometimes I hear snippets that sound kind of like actual phrases in English. For instance, while Eddie was training Addie, I heard what sounded like "You've been a little jibbly lately" and "Run those shoes, fatass!" Which is not only not very nice, but also sounds less like Simlish and more like Engrish.<br />
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Fourteen hours later, Addie finds the pan of waffles on the floor and finishes cooking it.<br />
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The next morning, everyone is peacefully in bed. Except, of course, for Nathan. It is 4:35 a.m., and Nathan decides to put on his swim trunks and dance in the kitchen to classical music.<br />
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Unfortunately I didn't realize I had it set to not record audio, so you can't hear the peaceful classical piano Nathan was jammin' to. His dancing mostly consisted of awkward snakelike swaying motions. He's probably going to join a cult someday. Or start one. <br />
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He danced like that for over three hours until it was time to go to school. No breakfast. No finishing his homework. Just dancing.<br />
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Later, at school, he was offered a job at Doo Peas Corporate Towers. I don't know if "Doo Peas" is supposed to be a pun or a parody or what. Maybe it's just a weird name that made the developers giggle so they kept it. Anyway, I had Nathan accept the job. His lifetime goal is to be the Emperor of Evil, so what better place to start than corporate America?<br />
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Nathan arrives at Doo Peas. At first I thought he was a bit overdressed, but then I remembered he's Insane. He regularly <i>sleeps</i> in a tuxedo. <br />
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Meanwhile, it's Friday afternoon, so Shaun hits up the local pool to scope hot babes.<br />
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The pool is sadly babeless, so he has a breath-holding contest with a chubby old lady and plays splash-tag with a little redheaded girl. Shaun is so nice. He gets along with <i>everyone.</i> <br />
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Nathan is done with his first day of work and makes this face immediately after exiting the building:<br />
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I realized the job offer was only for one day, not a regular job. Judging from the look on Nathan's face, that's probably a good thing. I can't tell if he's traumatized from something horrible that happened to him at Doo Peas, or if he's plotting to take over the company already. He kinda looks like Sean Connery in this picture.<br />
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Now that I've spotted a resemblance between Nathan and James Bond, I can't stop drawing parallels.<br />
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Is he simply stargazing, or is he spying on JEWEL THIEVES?<br />
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Is he brushing his teeth, or is he INSTALLING A SECRET RADIO TRANSMITTER <i>IN HIS TOOTH?</i> <br />
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Given Nathan's insanity, he might actually <i>try</i> to install a radio transmitter inside his tooth at any moment, but I suspect that would less resemble cool high-end spy technology and more resemble Nathan trying to shove a clock radio inside his mouth. It would end in blood, tears and chipped teeth.Leah A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05454590142254196722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672305018122937234.post-4177691483489602592010-08-01T00:07:00.000-05:002010-08-01T00:07:14.608-05:00Forgotten SlideshowSo it's been over a month since my last post. What? Don't give me that look. Once again I took a bunch of screens without immediately posting them, so I can't remember what they were about. So here, have some random photos. I'll add comments where I remember what was going on.<br />
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I do remember giving Nathan a creeper 'stache for no real reason. He's insane! What do insane people need <i>reasons </i>for.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Just like Nathan doesn't need a reason to wear a tuxedo to bed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Or those SWEET KICKS.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I do remember they were having a hard time getting into the fridge. I'd tell someone to go make food, and then realize later they were still hungry. Everyone just kept getting hungrier and hungrier, and then they'd try to order pizza. I was like, WTF PEOPLE. You have a fridge full of food RIGHT THERE. Then I noticed something.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mr. Bachelor, the guy who died during Nathan's birthday party, was apparently still a guest in the house, if you know what I mean. I don't know how I went so long without noticing the BIG OL' URN in the middle of the kitchen floor, but there you go. I had them sell it. I think they got about a hundred bucks for it. It's a good thing you can't get a hundred bucks by selling other people's ashes in real life, because there'd probably be lots of burglaries of the TV, the ipod, the jewelry, oh and they took our dear grandma off the mantelpiece.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh yeah, I do remember Eddie broke up with Kyle. She turned into an adult, for one thing, while he's still a teen. And she just didn't seem like the right match for him. They had good times together, but he's movin' on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wow, I totally forgot little Shaun turned into a teenager. They grow up so fast, don't they? They grow up and start wearing heinous t-shirts with skulls and crossbones on them and develop an apathetic-yet-angry teenager stare.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I vaguely remember this girl. Nathan was hitting on her because she was rich, and then I zoomed in close enough to see her face, and GAH. YEESH.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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