The Culling: The Maker's Notes (Chapter 3.5)

Glenna is settling into her bunker and I've been trying to come up with a game plan on how to tackle this challenge.  I also knew that for the aesthetic of my game that I wanted Glenna to have a choice of select men to choose from. Now, the rules state that sims may marry playable sims but not custom created.   For that reason, you have my honest word that neither Maverick nor Ames started the game with a single skill. No job, nothing.

I was a little surprised that she hit it off with Ames but from a story angle, he worked out perfectly. 

As you saw, in the last chapter, he proposed rather speedily.  Remember, I'm playing the apocalypse challenge and using the telephone is prohibited so, we had to get a jump on things when he showed up on Glenna's doorstep. 

With a partner secured, the plan is for Ames to take over Anarchist as the crime boss.

Criminal – Boss
The one thing that wasn’t destroyed by the blast was the local mob. With law enforcement severely weakened and unable to maintain order, the mob has volunteered itself to ‘protect’ the residents. The upside is that burglaries are non-existent. The downside is that this ‘protection’ has a price – everythMing you made that week. Residents are in such bad shape, that saying ‘no’ is not an option.
Whenever you are due to pay bills, pay them (if able) and then reduce your household funds to $0 using the money cheat. (Open cheat console with ctrl-c then enter ‘Testing Cheats on’ without the quotes and hit enter. Then ‘Money 0’ without the quotes and hit enter). You may not spend any money while you have outstanding bills or once the mail carrier appears on the lot until the bills are paid and the household funds reduced to 0.

Beating the mob is not an option, but if you can’t beat them, join them. As the big boss in charge, the mob plays by your Sim’s  rules. And their rules say ‘no protection payments are to be drawn from my family for life’. And when the boss speaks, the goons listen.

Then, I've decided to start Glenna is on the culinary track. Largely because I had the severe misfortune of selecting a lot that has no access to water.  While Glenna has the skill to cook the fish and  rules would allow it, it would require a loading screen to get to the nearest place to fish which is prohibited by the rules.

Culinary – Chef
The destruction in the region has cut gas lines and made the electricity grid very unstable. As a result, gas and electrical appliances can’t be relied on to cook and preserve food. The citizens of the area are forced to resort to more primitive cooking methods and living off the land to stave off starvation.

You may not purchase, place, or use any refrigerators, stoves, ovens, or microwave ovens or coolers. Non-fish items may not be cooked on grilled on fire pits. If you do not have the Outdoor Retreat game pack, you may make non-fish items on the grill, but must move a fish in your inventory to the family inventory each time you cook a meal.

After breaking the Simmish Book of World Records for hosting the largest soup kitchen for the region, your culinary master Sim attracts the attention of the world’s most famous chefs. Seeing the plight of the region they form the global food fund to ship truckloads of fresh food to the region as well as repair the gas lines and electrical infrastructure, allowing the people of the region to once again make and eat good food.

Here's to hoping I've made the right choice on which restrictions to lift first!   

Gemini: The Crime Boss (Chapter 3)

Glenna looked around her new home.  It was different than the mansion she had grown up with, that's for sure. Her mind wandered back to happy days with her family.  Her mom and dad had known somehow that this was going to happen. She wasn't sure how but she would find out what happened to them.

She pushed away the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks as she looked at herself in the mirror.  Her appearance still shocked her. The experimental medication she had been given to halt the progression of the illness that claimed the life of her parents had changed her. 

The dark tattoos that marked her chest and back had been one last negotiation with the sleazy crime boss, Maverick.  Glenna had agreed to his terms, she would seek employment and after paying the Gemini Housing District their required fees, the rest of her funds would be turned over to Anarchist.  This would at least afford her a roof over her head and protection from the lawless citizens that controlled the town.

She also wanted these tattoos...maybe she hadn't really been in any position to make demands but for some odd reason he had agreed.  He wanted to know why they were so important to her. She had told him that she thought it would make her intimidating, giving a measure of protection.  She couldn't bring herself to tell him that they were the markings her father had worn.  She wasn't quite sure what they meant but he had told her that she would one day know their importance. 

"What could they mean?" Glenna murmured to herself.   She had no time to reflect as there was an incessant knocking at her door.

It's not like there would likely be a welcome wagon.  She knew no one in this town. Being settled in for less than a couple hours in her new home, it couldn't be Anarchist wanting their money already. No...she had another seven days before that was an issue.  Seven more days to secure a job, pay the bills and then turn over whatever was left to Anarchist.

"Yeah, yeah...stop your knocking! I'm coming!"  Glenna clenched her teeth and flung open the door.

"Maverick? What are you doing here?" Fear gripped at her middle. Getting a visit from the crime boss could only be trouble.

"The name is Ames.  Ames Willow.  I'm Mav's twin brother. I'm here with...a proposition."

Glenna's eyebrown went up in an arch, "A proposition? What do I have that could be of interest to you? I have nothing I could offer you."

Ames gnawed on his bottom lip and uncertainty seemed to flash in his eyes.  "I'm here to offer myself, to you."  He blushed and looked away.

Glenna was shocked and confused, "Excuse me? You're offering yourself  to me?  As in..."

Ames looked horrified at the conclusion she had drawn and quickly interjected, "Glenna, no...I'm not a slime bag!  Mav's family and I love him, but I'm sick of Anarchist. I want to see Gemini flourish. I'd like to see law and order.  There's only one way to do that...someone has to take Anarchist down from the inside.

 Those marks, the ones on your neck, I've seen them before.  My father ordered books to be burned with themes that he deemed dangerous.  He had appointed a committee of community members to read the books in the library and separate any that could be used against Anarchist. Maverick and I, along with a woman by the name of Mirabella Grimm and her apprentice, Titus, were appointed to this task.  I found a book written by James B. Montgomery.  At the time, I thought the book was the writings of a paranoid man.

The writings had outlined government corruption as well as paranoia about mass genocide.  I tossed the books in the flames but over the years, the words have haunted me.  I've always wondered if the symbols prefacing the book meant anything. Then you arrived, demanding not only housing but those same marks.  You share the author's surname..."

Glenna leaned forward, "I don't know what they mean and you've still not explained what you mean by offering yourself to me."

Ames' cheeks flushed, "Well, if you're anything like your father,  you'll have an appreciation for honesty, for law and order.  Everything that Anarachist is not. It is my plan to take Anarchist down from the inside and I want you to teach me everything your father must have taught you. 

Together, I feel like we can bring stability back to the community and as my wife, no one would ever think to ever harm you. 

I don't expect anything else out of this marriage. I don't expect for you to love me but I promise you, I will be faithful. I will do my best to never embarrass you, intentionally hurt you or bring you harm.  I want to be a better man, Glenna.  I think you can give me that.  Teach me about a life worth living.  Give me hope for a better future. In return I give you protection and the resources to make positive changes in our community. Together we start a revolution."

Glenna's eyes were wet with tears, "Okay, Ames.  We have a deal.  I will become your wife. I will help you dismantle Anarchist and I too will be faithful to the vows we speak. But..."

Ames studied her face, "But what?"

Glenna spun on her heel and marched back towards her bunk, "But, you're sleeping on the couch."

Life of Kessie: The "Date"

Hi, everyone. I know I should be getting ready for this "date" with Pierce, but I have cooking to do. Besides, I just left the bistro and I am starving. How can a person be hungry when they work in one of the top restaurants in Sunset Valley? It's easy when you're a bundle of nerves. Yes, I know it's only Pierce and I shouldn't be nervous. However, it's been a long time since I've been out with anyone other than just myself. May I not make a fool out of myself. If so, I'll blame it on Dechie. 

Pierce told me to meet him in the park by the ice skating rink. Sadly, he was running late due to some stoves not getting to Chaxeau on time. Either way, I'm by myself on ice. Can you

Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers <3 I was fumbling like an idiot, and this lovely woman saved me and helped me out a bit. I sort of had the hang of it. At least I can stand up and spin a little. 

Look who finally showed up? I wasn't too upset that he was late, but he wasn't too thrilled. At least we had the chance to skate on the ice before I froze to death. We decided to go back to my place to talk and warm up. 

...and dance! I forgot that he could actually dance. While it was only a few hours, we had a great time friends.  We talked, and danced. We didn't bother talking about food, or our jobs. He spoke briefly about Melissa and I filled him in on the whole Connor fiasco. He even slipped in that I looked hot at Tiffany & Enrique's wedding. Oh jeez! I must say, I did look hot! Okay okay okay, he did too. 

At the end of the night, we hugged and he went to Trav's place to crash. He sent me a text that he had a great time and to thank me, and I thanked him as well. Hopefully we can get some work done in a few days since I am now on vacation from the bistro. It was a nice, friendly, harmless "date".  Well, it wasn't technically a date, but we had fun nonetheless. 

Until Next Time, 

*Insert the groan of every creator here* 

Gemini: The Crime Boss (Chapter 2)

Glenna tossed and turned in the small bed she had been offered by Mirabella and her colleagues.  Her mind replayed all she had been told—about how everyone she loved had died as a result of a serious illness. How her life had been spared.  How could it be possible that she had slept for twenty years without aging? 

Glenna had spent the last months rebuilding her strength and learning how to walk again.  Laying in a coma had taken a toll on her body but she was better now.  It was time to go forward with her life.  Should she stay here?  Mirabella, Titus, Fizzy and Kristine, the ones who rescued her; they had said she would be welcome to stay with them. But,  how could she be sure that they had told her the truth about her family? Were they really gone? All of them? 

Glenna shut her eyes as the memories flooded back. It had been her birthday. That was the day when her world had changed. Her sister, Gamorra, had been the first to succumb to her illness.  Truly, it had been an agonizing end—a raging fire that could not be quenched.  There was nothing anyone could have done for her.   Less than an hour later her grandmother faced the same fate.  It was at the last moment that  the inferno that threatened to claim her had been tamed.  She survived but her injuries were extensive.

The horror hadn't stopped there. Glenna flinched as she recalled her father bursting into flames.  His eyes had been wide with terror as he collapsed on the cold, wet, bathroom floor—completely naked and beyond help.

 Her mother was grief-stricken but pulled herself together, insisting that they leave town immediately.  "We have to Glenna, you have to promise me that you'll survive. No matter what. Promise me!"  It was the last words she had heard before her world went black.

 She wiped away the tears that were now flowing down her face and she dressed quickly.  She stole a glance at herself in the mirror.  She was the same girl she had always been, young, vibrant—determined.  Yet, she was different. She had changed.  Her eyes, now a golden yellow that faded to an inky black was a starling reminder that she was not the same girl.    She was not the Glenna Montgomery that lived in a wealthy mansion with hired help and every amenity one could afford.  She was not the same Glenna that had a grandmother and a sister to love her.  She was not the same Glenna that had a loving father and a doting mother. No, she was Glenna Montgomery—the orphan.

Was she though? Was she an orphan?  Glenna didn't feel comfortable taking the word of perfect strangers. If her mother was still out there, she would find her. No matter what. 

Unwilling to place her fate in the hands of strangers, she slipped out the door and into the night.

Nothing could have prepared her for the utter devastation.  The library had been destroyed and it looked like people had taken to camping out on the lawn.  The gym was completely overgrown and graffiti defaced the building.  The sound of a dog barking in the distance made her heart race and she increased her pace.

"Where am I even going?" Glenna questioned herself.  She considered heading to the border and leaving town but all around she could see towers with guns, high powered telescopes and the sounds of dogs barking...guard dogs, no doubt. 

With no supplies and no way to care for herself, Glenna decided that it was absolutely useless to try to fight her way out of this.  The only thing she could do was follow Mirabella's advice and seek help.  Plus, the fear that Mirabella had for Maverick Willow piqued her interest,

She unfolded a map of the city that she had found in the desk that Fizzy and Kristine shared. After studying the map,  Glenna made her way to the west side of town. Being careful to not bring any attention to herself, she stuck to the shadows. She moved quickly and quietly, the way her father and mother had taught her.  Her heart hammered in her chest and she prayed that she wouldn't run into anyone.  She'd been trained to survive but twenty years in a coma had dulled her senses. Even when she had been at the height of her training it was unlikely that she could outrun a dog and she definitely wouldn't have been able to dodge bullets. 

It took all night for Glenna to skirt around the gangs that camped about the town and it was daybreak by the time that she made it to the Willow compound. 

A camera whirled in her direction and female guard with icy blue eyes grunted, "I s'pose you're here to see Ames"  It was a demand, not a question.

"Actually, I'm here to see Maverick. Maverick Willow. I am at the right place?" Glenna glanced back down at her map, hoping she hadn't read the thing wrong.

The guard's eyes narrowed and she started to say something before a very young, very good looking man sauntered over, "Knock it off, Cecily. Go inside. Cool off."

She glared at Glenna before she spun on her heel.  She stomped off towards bunker, turning one last time to give Glenna a final warning to, "watch it," before slamming the door behind her.

"Don't mind Cecily. I'm sure you understand how it is.  I'm Maverick, if you haven't figured that out.  Now, what can I do for you, love?"

Glenna scowled, "Well, for starters, whatever silly game you're playing with Cecily, I'm not interested in being a part of it. Second, as I'm told that you run this town, I am sure you're aware that I'm the patient that was being cared at the home of Mirabella Grimm and her colleagues."

Maverick raised an eyebrow, "So, you recovered and they sent you here."

"Something like that, to be honest, I'm not sure I can trust them and I definitely don't trust you." Glenna chewed on her lip, a nervous habit that her mother so often fussed at her for.  But, seeing as I don't have many choices, I'm here to report for work and to ask if there's any housing that I might be set up with.  My parents raised me to be a fast learner and I will do my part to help this town in any way that I can."

"Well know, here's the deal, Gemini belongs to Anarchist. Put any thought to society out of your mind.  You work, you pay us for protection. You leave us alone and we leave you alone as long as you keep us paid up...every Monday if you're wondering.  Drop your check off in the mailbox and someone will be by to pick it up. You don't trust me? Great. You might have a chance of surviving in this town. Don't trust anyone, girl. You definitely shouldn't trust me."

"Does this mean you have a place for me to live?" Glenna struggled to meet his gaze. 

"Darlin' I own this town. I will find you a place to live. There's always some poor fool that couldn't pay the bills.

Life of Kessie - Back to the Grind

 Hi, nice people! I am BACK!!! Yes, you're favorite sim is back, and I am dying to give you a recap. As you all have seen, my bestie Tiffany is now married to Enrique! I'm still a little mad that she told my middle name, but it's okay. Now that "Tiffrique" is now a permanent thing, back to my life - or lack thereof.

I've been spending my days alone, enjoying some much needed "Me" time. Playing pool is very relaxing, especially now that I only have one day off. It will all pay off in the end.......

BOOM! Guess who is the newest chef of Corsican Bistro? YAAAAASSS!! I can finally show my skills off to the world! Oh, and before I forget, I am finally going to start my cookbook. Everything is officially awesome! I worked really hard, and now, I can reap the benefits.

To celebrate my promotion, what did I do? I painted. I'm actually great at this, so why not? I was painting away until my phone began to ring. Who could it be at this hour? Tiffany is in China, Trav is on the road, Jamie is on maternity leave and Jeffery is on his honeymoon with Ashley. 

WHAT??? PIERCE DECHENEAUX?? He heard about my promotion through ChefTimes Magazine and wanted to congratulate me in person! That was pretty awesome of him to do. I asked him about Beacon Bay, his restaurant and how he and Melissa were going. In short, he is opening up another Chaxeau in Sunset Valley while his dad runs the one in Beacon Bay. As for Melissa? Apparently, they broke up because she wanted to get married and he didn't. It's pretty sad, I spoke to her a few times and found her to be great for him. He'll be in SV for a couple of weeks to hire staff and get Chaxeau running, and he asked me to help him. I sure can! However, he had one condition:

PD: Go on a date with me?


PD: Yes. Me? You? Date? 


PD: Kessie, it's obvious that we like each other.

We do?

PD: We do. It's also obvious that I wouldn't have came to you about my restaurant if I didn't admire you and respect your input.

Thank you?

PD: Okay, so maybe I'm shooting myself in the foot for asking you out this way, but I really like you, Kessie. If you say no, I understand, but I still need your help. 

Okay, Dechie. I'll help you. HOWEVER, this is not a date. It's just two friends going out and having a great time. Okay?

PD: So, I'll pick you up tomorrow then?

8:00, and don't be late! 

PD: I won't. 

So yeah, I'm going out with Pierce Decheneaux tomorrow. Great. 

CN: I KNEW IT! You like him!! YES!!! I was right, The Creator was right - I am planning the wedding as we speak! This is so awesome, y'all are finally getting together! :D

Shut it, Human! We are not "together". We're going out as friends. 

CN: Yeah, sure. "Friends" Like Ross and Rachel? Or, is it Chandler and Monica?

Leave me be, woman!!! 

Until next time, 
Kessie :)