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-Doodledog
Friday, May 6, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Marrige and Children
Because Fiona's house has no walls, I had them change into their formalwear and have a private wedding.
On their wedding night, they were burglared!
Burglar: Shush, I'm trying to be sneaky.
DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO.
After the burglar left, Larson hopped in his car. I swear I thought he was going to track the burglar down!
But after a minute of driving, he was just teleported back to the home lot.
Larson: Wha...how the heck did I end up here?
I was just about to ask you the same question.
The police came (too late, of course.)
Officer: Did he steal any diamonds or precious jems?
Fiona: Wha? Did you look around? I DON'T EVEN OWN WALLS
Um, yeah. Kinda slow on the draw there, Mr. Officer?
Since Larson's an "Angler", I set him to fishing. 'Cause you can sell fish. For money.
You look worried in that shot.
Larson: Well, you caught me at a bad time!
Ok, Cranky.
But then Fiona went into labor!
Instead of the Monkey Face that her mom made, she went with the eyes bugging out of the head.
Fiona: GIVE ME A BREAK!
Joking! I was joking!
She had a beautiful baby boy, whom I named Dan (which Autumn suggested a loong time ago...)
I thought Larson was going to be a great father!
Until he made this face:
Larson: Hey, the baby stank!
Uh-huh, sure.
Then he wandered off to flirt with his wife while the baby sat there crying.
Larson: I looove you, but I wish our baby would stop crying from starvation...
Smart move.
Finally (IT SEEMED LIKE FOREVER), Dan had his birthday.
YAY NOW HE CAN DO MORE THAN JUST SIT AND CRY OF BEING LONELY!!!!!
On their wedding night, they were burglared!
Burglar: Shush, I'm trying to be sneaky.
DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO.
After the burglar left, Larson hopped in his car. I swear I thought he was going to track the burglar down!
But after a minute of driving, he was just teleported back to the home lot.
Larson: Wha...how the heck did I end up here?
I was just about to ask you the same question.
The police came (too late, of course.)
Officer: Did he steal any diamonds or precious jems?
Fiona: Wha? Did you look around? I DON'T EVEN OWN WALLS
Um, yeah. Kinda slow on the draw there, Mr. Officer?
Since Larson's an "Angler", I set him to fishing. 'Cause you can sell fish. For money.
You look worried in that shot.
Larson: Well, you caught me at a bad time!
Ok, Cranky.
But then Fiona went into labor!
Instead of the Monkey Face that her mom made, she went with the eyes bugging out of the head.
Fiona: GIVE ME A BREAK!
Joking! I was joking!
She had a beautiful baby boy, whom I named Dan (which Autumn suggested a loong time ago...)
I thought Larson was going to be a great father!
Until he made this face:
Larson: Hey, the baby stank!
Uh-huh, sure.
Then he wandered off to flirt with his wife while the baby sat there crying.
Larson: I looove you, but I wish our baby would stop crying from starvation...
Smart move.
Finally (IT SEEMED LIKE FOREVER), Dan had his birthday.
YAY NOW HE CAN DO MORE THAN JUST SIT AND CRY OF BEING LONELY!!!!!
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Meeting a Guy
Fiona woke up hungry. Surprise! Breakfast at the Junkyard!
Fiona: Ugh, this table grosses me out.
Have to agree with you there.
And also: why would the Sim Creators put two different counters with two different colors-right next to each other?!
Then, instead of sending her out to the library to make money, I decided to find her a man. But all of the people she met were either elders or teens! So I gave in and created a guy in the Sim Creator and dropped him in a house. Here he is:
Fiona: I'm tiired!
I don't care! Start flirting!
He responded well!
Before we knew it...
Fiona: You know, it really kills the mood with you over my shoulder like that.
Duh! Why do you think I do it?
But she got really tired and had to head home. (But not before they'd become boyfriend and girlfriend!)
But I didn't waste any time inviting him over when she woke up!
Fiona: Want to come over?
Do it...do it...do it...
Fiona: Lay off, Doodledog!
He came in running. (Do you think I scared him?)
I wasted no time.
He rejected.
I'm actually not surprised at this one.
Fiona: Well, thanks a lot!
I didn't-oh, never mind.
After a few more interactions, I tried again.
This time, he accepted!
Yaay! Now you can get married and I can buy you a double bed and you'll have more money!!!!!
Fiona: Is that all you care about?
YES, YES IT IS.
(Also, another one of my friends started a Sims3 blog! So PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE go over there and comment and follow, to prove her wrong and me right. Because that's how it should always be. Click here to go to her website! But I would recommend it to readers over 11 or 12 years old...)
Fiona: Ugh, this table grosses me out.
Have to agree with you there.
And also: why would the Sim Creators put two different counters with two different colors-right next to each other?!
Then, instead of sending her out to the library to make money, I decided to find her a man. But all of the people she met were either elders or teens! So I gave in and created a guy in the Sim Creator and dropped him in a house. Here he is:
Fiona: I'm tiired!
I don't care! Start flirting!
He responded well!
Before we knew it...
Fiona: You know, it really kills the mood with you over my shoulder like that.
Duh! Why do you think I do it?
But she got really tired and had to head home. (But not before they'd become boyfriend and girlfriend!)
But I didn't waste any time inviting him over when she woke up!
Fiona: Want to come over?
Do it...do it...do it...
Fiona: Lay off, Doodledog!
He came in running. (Do you think I scared him?)
I wasted no time.
He rejected.
I'm actually not surprised at this one.
Fiona: Well, thanks a lot!
I didn't-oh, never mind.
After a few more interactions, I tried again.
This time, he accepted!
Yaay! Now you can get married and I can buy you a double bed and you'll have more money!!!!!
Fiona: Is that all you care about?
YES, YES IT IS.
(Also, another one of my friends started a Sims3 blog! So PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE go over there and comment and follow, to prove her wrong and me right. Because that's how it should always be. Click here to go to her website! But I would recommend it to readers over 11 or 12 years old...)
Challenge!
Alexandria went into labor!
(snickers) She looks like a monkey.
Alexandria: I'M IN LABOR DON'T MAKE FUN OF ME!
Oh, well then. Let's move on from Cranky here.
Alexandria: I-
Because the labor process is so long and boring, I usually switch to a different character and play with them until the pop-up asks me to name the baby. As I played with Atalanta, Alexandria and Hunter had apparently taken themselves to the hospital. They emerged with a baby boy.
I named him "Boy" so everyone could cast their votes on what he really should be named. But then, back at home, tragety struck!
I had (quite stupidly) placed Boy's crib right next to the stove and...well, it didn't go well. No one got there in time.
Well, I thought, not a HUGE loss. We didn't even know Boy that well yet. But then Alexandria had her birthday. Her ELDER birthday.
NO NO NO WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TURN OLD?!
Alexandria: Well thanks for putting it so nicely.
Oh, sorry. I didn't mean it like THAT, just that you and Hunter were so good-looking, I was looking foreward to seeing what your offsprink came out to be! AND NOW YOU CAN'T HAVE A CHILD.
We had to resort to adopting. Meet Fiona Pride!
Well, I got lucky with adoption AGAIN! She's adorable! We got her as a child, but her child and teen years were REALLY boring. And I'm impatient. So.
Fiona: Well, thanks for cutting out most of my life!
Well, sor-ree! You have the biggest role in the Prides history since Aleena! Even bigger! I didn't want to wait!
Fiona: Oh. Well never mind then.
What do I mean by "biggest role in the Prides history"? Because I have invented a challenge. I know, we just DID a challenge with Aleena. but this one, I made up. Here's how it rules out:
1. Move Fiona to an empty lot with only 300 simoleons
2. Reach 500,000 simoleons (like at The Splines, but this is harder because of the catch, so instead of 1 million it's 500,000)
3. THE CATCH: THE SIMS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO GET REAL JOBS! For example, they cannot be a scientist or teacher. They can't work at a job that pays them regularly. They can only do things like paint, write, fish, etc. It is actually harder than I thought it would be to make money.
So I moved Fiona out on her own on an empty lot. With the 300 simoleons, Fiona was able to afford a bench (cheapest sleeping option) and a bookshelf.
She first went to the library (the nearest place with a computer) to start on a book and "solve the unsolvable" (which comes with the Genius trait, one of my personal favorites).
(she can make extra money that way)
Fiona: Shut up, I'm concentrating.
No. Concentrate on your own time.
Fiona: This is my own time.
No, this is my time.
Then she took a shower there.
Fiona: Doodledog! THAT IS INCREADIBLY EMBARRASSING.
Um, yeah, I don't care.
Then she went home and read. (She's a bookworm)
Fiona: Do they really need to know that?
YES, YES THEY DO, THEY NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE THE ONLY CURRENT CHARACTER ON THE BLOG.
*ahem* Moving on. Then she got tired and went to sleep.
Fiona: Ugh, shut up, I'm sleeping.
Don't tell me what to do. Sleep on your own time.
Fiona: I-
The next morning, she had an early breakfast at the junkyard. (Ok, seriously, why would you put a fridge in a junkyard? WHO WOULD WANT TO EAT AT A JUNKYARD!!!!!)
But she was still tired after that, so she used the couch there.
Fiona: *grumble* It's a good think I"m not a Light Sleeper.
Yes, you're welcome :)
Now, back to the library to work on her book!
Oh! Look who came to visit the library!
Atalanta: WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU SO CLOSE?!
Well, excuse me! I USED TO CONTROL YOU!!!
Atalanta: Oh. Sorry about that.
Um, yeah, I'm just going to leave it at that.
(snickers) She looks like a monkey.
Alexandria: I'M IN LABOR DON'T MAKE FUN OF ME!
Oh, well then. Let's move on from Cranky here.
Alexandria: I-
Because the labor process is so long and boring, I usually switch to a different character and play with them until the pop-up asks me to name the baby. As I played with Atalanta, Alexandria and Hunter had apparently taken themselves to the hospital. They emerged with a baby boy.
I named him "Boy" so everyone could cast their votes on what he really should be named. But then, back at home, tragety struck!
I had (quite stupidly) placed Boy's crib right next to the stove and...well, it didn't go well. No one got there in time.
Well, I thought, not a HUGE loss. We didn't even know Boy that well yet. But then Alexandria had her birthday. Her ELDER birthday.
NO NO NO WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TURN OLD?!
Alexandria: Well thanks for putting it so nicely.
Oh, sorry. I didn't mean it like THAT, just that you and Hunter were so good-looking, I was looking foreward to seeing what your offsprink came out to be! AND NOW YOU CAN'T HAVE A CHILD.
We had to resort to adopting. Meet Fiona Pride!
Well, I got lucky with adoption AGAIN! She's adorable! We got her as a child, but her child and teen years were REALLY boring. And I'm impatient. So.
Fiona: Well, thanks for cutting out most of my life!
Well, sor-ree! You have the biggest role in the Prides history since Aleena! Even bigger! I didn't want to wait!
Fiona: Oh. Well never mind then.
What do I mean by "biggest role in the Prides history"? Because I have invented a challenge. I know, we just DID a challenge with Aleena. but this one, I made up. Here's how it rules out:
1. Move Fiona to an empty lot with only 300 simoleons
2. Reach 500,000 simoleons (like at The Splines, but this is harder because of the catch, so instead of 1 million it's 500,000)
3. THE CATCH: THE SIMS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO GET REAL JOBS! For example, they cannot be a scientist or teacher. They can't work at a job that pays them regularly. They can only do things like paint, write, fish, etc. It is actually harder than I thought it would be to make money.
So I moved Fiona out on her own on an empty lot. With the 300 simoleons, Fiona was able to afford a bench (cheapest sleeping option) and a bookshelf.
She first went to the library (the nearest place with a computer) to start on a book and "solve the unsolvable" (which comes with the Genius trait, one of my personal favorites).
(she can make extra money that way)
Fiona: Shut up, I'm concentrating.
No. Concentrate on your own time.
Fiona: This is my own time.
No, this is my time.
Then she took a shower there.
Fiona: Doodledog! THAT IS INCREADIBLY EMBARRASSING.
Um, yeah, I don't care.
Then she went home and read. (She's a bookworm)
Fiona: Do they really need to know that?
YES, YES THEY DO, THEY NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE THE ONLY CURRENT CHARACTER ON THE BLOG.
*ahem* Moving on. Then she got tired and went to sleep.
Fiona: Ugh, shut up, I'm sleeping.
Don't tell me what to do. Sleep on your own time.
Fiona: I-
The next morning, she had an early breakfast at the junkyard. (Ok, seriously, why would you put a fridge in a junkyard? WHO WOULD WANT TO EAT AT A JUNKYARD!!!!!)
But she was still tired after that, so she used the couch there.
Fiona: *grumble* It's a good think I"m not a Light Sleeper.
Yes, you're welcome :)
Now, back to the library to work on her book!
Oh! Look who came to visit the library!
Atalanta: WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU SO CLOSE?!
Well, excuse me! I USED TO CONTROL YOU!!!
Atalanta: Oh. Sorry about that.
Um, yeah, I'm just going to leave it at that.
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