tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75006438970096069842024-03-14T04:02:29.004-04:00My Sim's LifeKristin Joy http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647090432922538038noreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500643897009606984.post-65756071811218581622021-09-23T19:42:00.000-04:002021-09-23T19:42:22.192-04:00Miss Me Yet?<p> I know, I know it's been two months with no updates. Zero. Zip. Nada. And I one billion percent hold EA personally responsible. I have come to believe that there is absolutely an annual vendetta there. Before you start shaking your head and calling the loony bin about conspiracy theories let me explain.</p><p>Every year. Every August to be exact. Every year there is a normally benign patch for the game that comes up. I mean that happens multiple times throughout the year but the one that releases late July/early August is always NOT benign, it's malignant I swear and the basis of the vendetta. I have no issues with any other patch throughout the year. This one though? This one takes out my game and leaves me wailing and gnashing my teeth. Tears may or may not be involved. Every August EA does everything in their power to shut me down and crumble my spirit. The validation that I know it's personal? The fact that the patch is for Sims 4 but it also renders Sims 2 broken with the same error message. Sims 2 doesn't get updates so why is this happening from a Sims 4 patch? Hence, vendetta!</p><p>Anyway, this vendetta always requires hours on chat and phone with IT doing all the pointless check lists they have to follow and always ends with well you can uninstall and reinstall the game. Great in theory but . . . when you live in the country the powers that be don't believe you deserve good internet. Always something like we service your zip code or not your address baloney. Last year I spent weeks redownloading. . .both games. I mean it worked. . .last year.</p><p>Here's comes the annual vendetta patch. I cried wrung my hands and whined to my Simmy friends and spent hours over multiple days on with tech support. Guess where we ended up? Yup uninstall and reinstall. I spent weeks making that happen. Weeks! And. . . same error message. How does this not work when I've invested so much?!? I've given up that I will never finish Strangerville nor any other sim related task ever. Ever. But then. . . Monday morning while getting ready for work at some unholy hour in the morning when literally no one but vampires and sleepwalkers are moving around I accidently did something with my mouse and randomly hear Sims 2 music coming from my closed laptop. I had to take a moment ya know, it'd been so long since I had heard those sweet tunes. Sims 2 was magically working but I was off to work. That night Sims 4 had a patch. That took all evening to finish and no time to do squat and no confidence that it would matter. But. . .</p><p>Took some finagling and whatnot but this patch fixed the vendetta of the last patch. I have my game back! Now I just need time to play. Story of my life. Annual EA vendetta hate crimes are now checked off for 2021. I have some commitments that will prevent me from being able to get the next installment out for a few weeks. . . and I need to get caught up in the story since it's literally been two months! But, October will bring the resolution to the Strangerville story line and our time with Serenity. August 2022? I'm waiting for you!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbHY3Uh4fLGt2gbW_ZGzFb6fP7z8-dPZCEv_iyGnc6WY-OjHhloAjFiEu50M44noS-t0ziMUJ9rs7L-iTxhgWU_UATCruRM790QFsQRNW-ojpjVBcY2TXyJ70H6-nd4p-dXl64CFT1Gdoj/s1640/The+Almighty+Ruler+of+Everything.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="924" data-original-width="1640" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbHY3Uh4fLGt2gbW_ZGzFb6fP7z8-dPZCEv_iyGnc6WY-OjHhloAjFiEu50M44noS-t0ziMUJ9rs7L-iTxhgWU_UATCruRM790QFsQRNW-ojpjVBcY2TXyJ70H6-nd4p-dXl64CFT1Gdoj/w640-h360/The+Almighty+Ruler+of+Everything.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>Fizzy Pop http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367780120425955949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500643897009606984.post-7687829535963788012021-07-16T15:00:00.002-04:002021-07-16T15:00:00.258-04:00Into the Strangerville Lab<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tVOeMxJWjVwIN7GPzOzlDeZ2KoSZiqyUID78HpFo4N1F66P1OPxSl-sOI21INpvIEBas38nj-gbfK9ctaqmRNKZBhK7SUcPzhkSXaQZLp9wrhvGMFr2Xo-a720QHd678I6xhWo897ToQ/s2000/The+Lab.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1545" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tVOeMxJWjVwIN7GPzOzlDeZ2KoSZiqyUID78HpFo4N1F66P1OPxSl-sOI21INpvIEBas38nj-gbfK9ctaqmRNKZBhK7SUcPzhkSXaQZLp9wrhvGMFr2Xo-a720QHd678I6xhWo897ToQ/w494-h640/The+Lab.png" width="494" /></a></div><p></p><p> </p><p></p><p>It took time to get here but that door is coming open. . . I hope. I mean I guess the reality is that we are about to see if the mysterious key card that showed up in the mailbox actually works. </p><p><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none;">Something happened when we, I mean I, made it through the doors. You can see it instantly - something floating in the air. I just gets creepier as you go through the door and down the stairs. Something was - still is - going on here and now it's out. Out in the air, in the community and even at MY house! It's changing the air, the plants, the people. . .</span></p><p><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none;"> It is literally like everything changed as I came back up those stairs. I know the locals know more than they are sharing and I was determined to figure it out. </span></p><p><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none;"></span> </p><p> </p><p>First order of business was to swing by Erwin's shop and compare notes and experiences. From there I was headed to 8 Bells. Those military guys know something and I was going to find out what. I may have neglected to document the experience but I can share it was a doozie. I knew my person had rank and I knew that I had to play it smart. I found my rank and knew they were lying. The smart part not so much. . . they knew I was playing them and it turned into a knock down drag out fight but I walked way with what I needed. I'm not sure why I need it or how it works but it supposedly scans the air and makes the particles that escaped the lab with us visible and collectible. Here we go!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkDSMF4auomH1vk21PtufHo_MG84CZj5S8BlIY0bCciZrk8bg9O3042mEUrrdiTYJfXz-oI-3vdugqGX7ZFOMUMTydA8ZCY9k_IjG5X1h8viN16-3tcAlBzAlcpWlwPSQa5mh_4tDT5dh1/s2048/Something+happened+when+we%252C+I+mean+I%252C+made+it+thorugh+the+doors.+You+can+see+it+instantly+-+something+floating+in+the+air.+I+just+gets+creepier+as+you+go+thorugh+the+door+and+down+the+stairs.+Something+was+-+still+is%25281%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkDSMF4auomH1vk21PtufHo_MG84CZj5S8BlIY0bCciZrk8bg9O3042mEUrrdiTYJfXz-oI-3vdugqGX7ZFOMUMTydA8ZCY9k_IjG5X1h8viN16-3tcAlBzAlcpWlwPSQa5mh_4tDT5dh1/w640-h480/Something+happened+when+we%252C+I+mean+I%252C+made+it+thorugh+the+doors.+You+can+see+it+instantly+-+something+floating+in+the+air.+I+just+gets+creepier+as+you+go+thorugh+the+door+and+down+the+stairs.+Something+was+-+still+is%25281%2529.png" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>I don't know what it's done to my neighbors but it's out of control. He almost ripped my hand off when I tried to help him snap out of it. I mean I tried to slap him but how else do you snap someone to reality?!? It's even invading my house now! Everything is changing and changing fast! I scanned everything everywhere (even the infected) and gathered a lot of spores. </p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHKurwQc4EsuD6okbK3M5vQkGq1qKwgiQhX-wJScUTZ6orphRN2jLj4Npg8ZXOpUm-k9H2SC1NdfKIoHr4C5Pu86-N8trWQCYFAYXkt-uLbBgD9m9FrgXYmzeShnYjnxMrWlafikFYfZg/s1920/The+spores+are+literally+everywhere%2521.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHKurwQc4EsuD6okbK3M5vQkGq1qKwgiQhX-wJScUTZ6orphRN2jLj4Npg8ZXOpUm-k9H2SC1NdfKIoHr4C5Pu86-N8trWQCYFAYXkt-uLbBgD9m9FrgXYmzeShnYjnxMrWlafikFYfZg/w640-h360/The+spores+are+literally+everywhere%2521.png" width="640" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhiEFuBYfHgGaxMOCG7_IjlQSBHCFxOxLIV2hub33b-KEkoOH1gdsGEwtIIKoJm9T1nvcsamWyQsRhVkq9HoG74jxysFzf5X8BPoz_QPxsB421o5YTCcBw_r-QyF3zDohF4a-PkTTwE-qx/s1080/Add+a+heading.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhiEFuBYfHgGaxMOCG7_IjlQSBHCFxOxLIV2hub33b-KEkoOH1gdsGEwtIIKoJm9T1nvcsamWyQsRhVkq9HoG74jxysFzf5X8BPoz_QPxsB421o5YTCcBw_r-QyF3zDohF4a-PkTTwE-qx/w400-h400/Add+a+heading.png" width="400" /></a></div>The machine basically gave me a bunch of gibberish. . . oh I'm sure it means something but I don't know at. Check out the top there though, I tried to go exploring but something possessed me and completely messed up my awareness for a bit. I'm better now but I don't know something is very off about this place. I won't give up but I'm also terrified. I took the gibberish and met with a one of the scientists that I've become 'friendly' with. She's going to take my data and compare with what's already stored in the systems along with any other known information that may not yet be correlated. I took my fears and met with Erwin and he had some suggestions as well. Ultimately I walked away with an incomplete haz mat suit and a spore filter to use in it. Just a bit more time to work up my courage and I'm going back to that lab. I'm running out of time and the situation gets more and more complex with each bit I figure out.<br /><p></p><p>There's still a lot to learn here. A lot to explore. . . more than you realize. However, a bit back I promised to come back and address the tiny little plant under the kitchen window. Meet Hector, he lived, he thrived, he died all under that kitchen window.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5wns7bHFEcsQ10ZLW_rlAvF9GxAriXt5xXA_8JhMHFxwnGVDEw3gGIsRhm0dZ6TAuzNh5uphpr5J8iCn2gzPct2pNe5QNFt6QBnq0pgSlKXIx0GOqHqVx2rmmUAF2gxQKHtyA7ZPzl2Xu/s1080/Hector+.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5wns7bHFEcsQ10ZLW_rlAvF9GxAriXt5xXA_8JhMHFxwnGVDEw3gGIsRhm0dZ6TAuzNh5uphpr5J8iCn2gzPct2pNe5QNFt6QBnq0pgSlKXIx0GOqHqVx2rmmUAF2gxQKHtyA7ZPzl2Xu/w640-h640/Hector+.png" width="640" /></a></div><p> </p><p>Until next week. . .stay safe out there~<br /></p>Fizzy Pop http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367780120425955949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500643897009606984.post-62213350333450892152021-07-09T15:00:00.001-04:002021-07-09T15:00:00.232-04:00The Plot Thickens. . .in Strangerville<p>Let's be honest here, I really am in over my head. I am loving my time in Strangerville and really enjoying spending time with my new friends but I overestimated my ability to dig in and really figure things out. I'm running out of time! But I also don't ever want this summer to end. Let's be honest, I didn't anticipate my social life being such a big part of the summer and neglected to account for the need to sleep. I feel like coffee, coffee, and coffee are all that is keeping me going right now. But. . . I'm loving every minute of it. </p><p>Before I ever made plans to come to Strangerville for the summer, before I rented the house and found the job (hello Coffee!) I had already started digging into the secrets of Strangerville. I found so many message boards and blogs and even legit news sites that funneled me some information. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.carls-sims-4-guide.com/gamepacks/strangerville/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="973" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymHHLdAeRHY8NvgImkYQBDOmQhs3YO9oTc9ylg3DsbJZctQwbSVWvVLCLvEe5zOMjh3DKEsC_sFhchMsKfISeHamk6TlmqD1W_5AAL0s9fznsJglWf4PDuM05epALKr2N9R0g38dw8AUT/w400-h370/06-27-21_4-03-59%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />You don't have to give up your summer or run around to figure this out, just check out the link attached to the picture and take some time to learn about Strangerville for yourself. Literally, I would never have made it this far without some help!<p></p><p>I guess I should stop whining about being so tired and really get down to business. The military might be tight lipped even with a few drinks and a lot of flirting but I picked up just enough to be dangerous. Link that with the bits and bobbles I was able to sneak out of the poor scientists that are struggling to even understand what happened and yeah just enough to be dangerous. I snuck through the fence and did a bit of poking around in the crater and found a wealth of information. <br /></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOfON8ddbBya1-4-qSiB6Vy2WVsbnJ8pS9gwTTkCnPg_CyHkSmrLbvyNV0_N6gjD365gE9TKxxDgWrFKW5_pQRxdSxN3Bl-T2h_2cAU8J-uwGPlekfSBUXGJTPNrnCkU_bo0MKTZexJ5rO/s2000/Research.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="2000" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOfON8ddbBya1-4-qSiB6Vy2WVsbnJ8pS9gwTTkCnPg_CyHkSmrLbvyNV0_N6gjD365gE9TKxxDgWrFKW5_pQRxdSxN3Bl-T2h_2cAU8J-uwGPlekfSBUXGJTPNrnCkU_bo0MKTZexJ5rO/w640-h512/Research.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> With all the information I was able to find around town (never underestimate the power of books as well!) I had enough information to peak the interest of some of the more hardcore conspiracy theorists. Trust me when I say that you will never know you know these people. Deep in the web on some of the hacker sites you can find a lot of information and buy a lot of street cred with that information. Please don't tell me I'm playing with fire and it's dangerous and all that other blah blah blah. I've met people I know I can trust and I'm also running out of time. I can't take the slow route when I've earned my way into the fast track!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXThxrhkYfuyDd5NXuBlSIef8Tp85ZZBuQJhV2TDosO7CGdF881mo2jQDi-7CtyjDvUjWJP_vjGDTogcsf1lYOWDdjl9fzH3VY0TMyGnmSccSjg6DM7dbHnb551trwiyXuFintc73emEl/s998/06-27-21_8-04-13%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="664" data-original-width="998" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXThxrhkYfuyDd5NXuBlSIef8Tp85ZZBuQJhV2TDosO7CGdF881mo2jQDi-7CtyjDvUjWJP_vjGDTogcsf1lYOWDdjl9fzH3VY0TMyGnmSccSjg6DM7dbHnb551trwiyXuFintc73emEl/w320-h213/06-27-21_8-04-13%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><p>I shared what I have with some of the others out there and they shared back with me. Someone sent me a key card. I assume it goes to that sealed door at the lab but. . . first it literally came to the house so here's hoping it's someone I actually know because otherwise maybe I need to listen to blah blah blah. I'm confident it's legit though so don't worry. I'd love to share more with you but I've got plans to get through that door. Don't worry, I'm not going alone but more on that later too :D</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQr6YddEq46m_a03063S1M4B76vnJyvJAsmV01IOdXBZNhCDWT8qbXV0d_JSesYm_aeMm9QSsIloLTL35IUXfQ9pDfLvapz0df3yeCGfaqm8Az44GluHzD6XsNQjYLJg1grjQgIR4ihWBS/s1600/06-16-21_4-53-40%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQr6YddEq46m_a03063S1M4B76vnJyvJAsmV01IOdXBZNhCDWT8qbXV0d_JSesYm_aeMm9QSsIloLTL35IUXfQ9pDfLvapz0df3yeCGfaqm8Az44GluHzD6XsNQjYLJg1grjQgIR4ihWBS/s320/06-16-21_4-53-40%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>42 days to go. . .next stop what's behind this door. . .<br /></p><p><br /></p>Fizzy Pop http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367780120425955949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500643897009606984.post-24686625352536635202021-07-02T15:00:00.002-04:002021-07-08T22:04:11.990-04:00Strangerville Summer<p> </p><p> It was late when I rolled into town but it didn't take much to get settled in. I had so little stuff to add to such a micro tiny house! I feel like I'll forever be tired with work hours (5am!?!) and hearing the clock ticking on my time in Strangerville.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimrD7fSNfbhBYr-cnop70ZsIP35004joWPl4N_LX8dOnf0eyULBW0yYP25ARy_-RTLQXb0lFidOL0AoiXWbpD8LL4GLXlFbHQsFxKdWmi3wFJ5usBAlTLaNZ5CBLrLavBrvJkbVLu1WoCp/s1600/06-27-21_1-16-17%25C2%25A0PM.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimrD7fSNfbhBYr-cnop70ZsIP35004joWPl4N_LX8dOnf0eyULBW0yYP25ARy_-RTLQXb0lFidOL0AoiXWbpD8LL4GLXlFbHQsFxKdWmi3wFJ5usBAlTLaNZ5CBLrLavBrvJkbVLu1WoCp/w400-h225/06-27-21_1-16-17%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="400" /></a></div>This! This is what I'm here for. Crater turned military base turned Secret Lab. Ultimately abandoned due to an unexplained explosion - that is the reason I'm here. I mean the history alone is worthy of time and research but the explosion that caused everyone with any knowledge, really any power, to scatter and leave everything behind that is what I want to understand. That and the unusual plants that you don't notice in the dark but area literally everywhere! Even in my yard!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhceYCQIDYHlYz08HQgy8xHbLYbUPM_roxOTm5QlqYLipOcv7YawPHTVxaJ09PT41pWJW8C9B7lzAObKjCD3uC61dtwj3d0hFQ3brWitDcV62K1qTk0Xq-6qvxDbZ8AoRGL_HINaFu3qO59/s808/06-27-21_12-54-24%25C2%25A0PM+2.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="531" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhceYCQIDYHlYz08HQgy8xHbLYbUPM_roxOTm5QlqYLipOcv7YawPHTVxaJ09PT41pWJW8C9B7lzAObKjCD3uC61dtwj3d0hFQ3brWitDcV62K1qTk0Xq-6qvxDbZ8AoRGL_HINaFu3qO59/w263-h400/06-27-21_12-54-24%25C2%25A0PM+2.png" width="263" /></a></div><p></p><p>Creepy cool looking right? The are literally everywhere and the closer you get to the crater the more prolific they get. I haven't yet figured out if they bloom or pod or even open. I'm not giving up as it's just the start of what is going on in this otherwise idyllic dessert town. <br /></p><p>For those of you questioning the plant in the corner of the house never fear, I'll explain that later. . . I promise. I may be exploring and studying Strangerville but that doesn't mean I'm not also completely embracing life and every opportunity that comes my way! <br /></p><p>And in the vein of Strangerville the first order of business, after checking out the glowing plants, is to go where the locals go. I took a few pick up shifts at 8 Bells, the local bar where the military personnel spend their off time. I can tell you that while they like their drinks strong and their flirt game is just as strong, so are their lips. Not one secret shared. . . but some little tips did rise to the surface. </p><p>I also spent some time at the Strangerville Information Center which is just a fancy name for the local library. I mean not only are books a wealth of information but the scientists all tend to gather there. Most are still reeling from recent events at the lab and out of any where else to go. They too are tight lipped about why they are here and what happened to cause the explosion but a few little leads might lead me somewhere.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3eummncBV1r7NvA60PrIvXVZ4x0iJlXDUfI2lL6P9pnXfx03Dz54jrJUdOMgISqcEFdh8gzURvcD9TRJ4kRx4s2psyml-eiDRWIqCCNzBO1W0SHGG5qKkMeb9quh1dvrDe8keVR5_5d6w/s2000/8+Bells.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="2000" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3eummncBV1r7NvA60PrIvXVZ4x0iJlXDUfI2lL6P9pnXfx03Dz54jrJUdOMgISqcEFdh8gzURvcD9TRJ4kRx4s2psyml-eiDRWIqCCNzBO1W0SHGG5qKkMeb9quh1dvrDe8keVR5_5d6w/w640-h512/8+Bells.png" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Don't forget the Conspiracy Theorists. You might shake your head but let me tell you I've yet to meet someone who comes across as woo woo. There's a LOT of truth there it's just a matter of piecing the right parts together. I can say that in spending time with the locals I've made some friends, had a few adventures, (living every opportunity!) and perhaps, just perhaps a reason to return after school. . . </p><p>Speaking of friends I've been drug all over the desert for different events. The most recent was The Spice Festival. Not only did I completely kill all taste buds for life but that's also where I stumbled across that tiny little Cow Plant seed, you know where that small little plant came from. I can't wait for it to grow and see what it becomes!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDl2Qd4TYH62-M2GqOsRQRNzfgxA3tv9ca_wx4Jx_MsdgTTUmA5UkNtPEXUjvtPIdbutbyPmysV8G2p0hRYIp2J_5TbPIr2oVYs7Mzt6eLxFXTtuJWmf9h33GHpPMONVDcdAYBOrz5EJtB/s2000/Just+a+little+spice.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="2000" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDl2Qd4TYH62-M2GqOsRQRNzfgxA3tv9ca_wx4Jx_MsdgTTUmA5UkNtPEXUjvtPIdbutbyPmysV8G2p0hRYIp2J_5TbPIr2oVYs7Mzt6eLxFXTtuJWmf9h33GHpPMONVDcdAYBOrz5EJtB/w640-h512/Just+a+little+spice.png" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Before you start judging me that I'm all play and no research I assure you that is not the case. Remember that half the battle is building trust with the locals so that I can research. I won't lie though I feel like the summer is moving too fast and that I'm going to run out of time. I've got 62 days to go.<br /></p><p><br /></p>Fizzy Pop http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367780120425955949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500643897009606984.post-80630024451007716772021-06-25T14:00:00.006-04:002021-06-27T14:40:24.090-04:00Home Sweet. . .Strangerville?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFtWxB9KjsBS-vztELqtlkO9hEGn7ZHtsQNF0Ja9BMdBPkRdEYsY4OYlqOUqXh2FVYOUeaaD-gR6rVP5JAcxak6ZBwgNfkGdhNYPgJWrvVGcn_FrR9yAvp-hokdvDBqkQyLJjikREL4ZBl/s2000/Strangerville.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1545" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFtWxB9KjsBS-vztELqtlkO9hEGn7ZHtsQNF0Ja9BMdBPkRdEYsY4OYlqOUqXh2FVYOUeaaD-gR6rVP5JAcxak6ZBwgNfkGdhNYPgJWrvVGcn_FrR9yAvp-hokdvDBqkQyLJjikREL4ZBl/w494-h640/Strangerville.png" width="494" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The more I learn about the history of Strangerville the more I know that I need to go there, to study there, and learn there. It's the perfect example of Science and History merging into something that defies explanation. The crater drew the military for a reason. The crater drew scientists in droves as well. Nothing is resolved?Nothing! The more I don't learn about the scientific break throughs coming from Strangerville the longer it feels like to graduation. My family knows my plan is to spend the summer there before University in the Fall. They aren't thrilled that I'm leaving right after graduation but I've already found the cutest little house with a view of the crater to rent. <br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSMyDBEDAHLAU8j21c1QeBA-SuHFXQ3iTdgIIK8rkC50V_iLDIZbSwboy_2tlzqbUJsFm1Uog8PMIEcnV-6Cpc7vLRvGBx_ua167x1HMJEerqjT25J1Q4TXMkg-3-oycoX7jzlaue6ceb0/s2000/Sims+City+Unified+School+District+R4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1545" data-original-width="2000" height="494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSMyDBEDAHLAU8j21c1QeBA-SuHFXQ3iTdgIIK8rkC50V_iLDIZbSwboy_2tlzqbUJsFm1Uog8PMIEcnV-6Cpc7vLRvGBx_ua167x1HMJEerqjT25J1Q4TXMkg-3-oycoX7jzlaue6ceb0/w640-h494/Sims+City+Unified+School+District+R4.png" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I did it! Graduation is in the rear view and a summer in Strangerville starts this weekend! I got a part-time job at Moondoe's Coffee Shop which gives me access to the locals, time to discover my own secrets of Strangerville, and a bit of income to tide me through the summer. Tomorrow? The adventure begins. 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Long story short the computer that housed the Apocalypse Challenge, and Janabel, died an unnatural death. There was a lot of mourning (more than even for Janabel) and the entire challenge was lost. New computer was procured but Sims time was not something that happened and as a real slacker I never got around to downloading my Sims games to the computer. Fast forward about 2.5 years and the new computer started having keyboard issues. As in I had intermittent access to the R, F, and B keys. That was obviously an issue so hello computer warranty and yet another new computer. Within the first couple of weeks I downloaded the Sims because well, it had been entirely too long. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The Triumph Challenge is toast which continues to leave me mournful as they were so much fun, I mean come on the nose people the nose. Doo Rag will always come to the front of my mind when I see an absurd Sims nose. Please feel free to visit the family again through the stories that were posted but they will not return. There will be a new Sims 2 Apocalypse challenge in the future but I don't think I'm going to jump right back into that. It will be too hard to separate from the glory that was Tiffani and Doo Rag and Janabel and the whole entourage of Sims. I'm feeling out challenge ideas to get me back in the game and I think I'm going to roll with the Big Brother Challenge for Sims 4 for now. I'm working on the perfect BB house and auditioning for contestants. Have a Sim you would like to suggest for the house? Please send an application my way! In the meantime, be on the lookout for some serious summer time drama to head to this space soon!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fizzy's Big Brother House Summer 2020 Application</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sims Name:</div><div style="text-align: left;">Gender:<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Age:</div><div style="text-align: left;">Aspiration:</div><div style="text-align: left;">Traits:</div><div style="text-align: left;">Current Career (they will need to take time off work to complete this challenge): <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Please provide a short reason on why this Sim is the perfect addition to the Big Brother House:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Please upload with the hashtag #FizzyBB2020</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/AVvXsEi8LYEQE53p9LQ1JoUsqpb7iow17YxkWr96e6W5YexioRQqZKd_W_klIA1kBPUuzvAOfNicmQkF0tcQR8GGobgVG5EGXZ6l6Ds7vw4GPywLZewpTgNd2Gud7fik8LkWgEpZITz_A0K2nDG0/s1080/Big+Brother+Logo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="431" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8LYEQE53p9LQ1JoUsqpb7iow17YxkWr96e6W5YexioRQqZKd_W_klIA1kBPUuzvAOfNicmQkF0tcQR8GGobgVG5EGXZ6l6Ds7vw4GPywLZewpTgNd2Gud7fik8LkWgEpZITz_A0K2nDG0/s320/Big+Brother+Logo.png" width="431" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Fizzy Pop http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367780120425955949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500643897009606984.post-14984104926232007202019-02-23T18:47:00.001-05:002019-02-23T19:03:36.277-05:00Gemini: The Crime Boss (Chapter 9)Months have passed since our last installment and Glenna's given birth to baby number three. Another little girl named Lissa. She was also promoted to #9. Bestselling author. Just one level to go before we unlock the the author career! Our first unlocked career of this challenge.<br />
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Ames' and Glenna's fun and social bottomed out during this pregnancy and despite my better judgement...I let them try for baby #4.<br />
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Lissa grew into a really cute toddler and Glenna gave birth to Dominick. The first boy for the couple.<br />
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Ames spun the want to try for a baby and Glenna couldn't say no. I'm going to have to talk to that girl because Dom's still a baby and yep...she's pregnant again with baby #5. Remember, we can't even cook food and have to live off harvestables. We can't garden either...I'm concerned about how to feed all of these kids! Luckily, the school feed them during the day but the weekends are difficult. I'm terrified that we're going to have a kid or two taken away by social services. Somehow, we're surviving. I just don't know if this is sustainable for much longer. Especially if she keeps having more and more kids!<br />
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While waiting for baby #5, Cassie grew to teen and Dominick grew to toddler. Ames aged to elder and Glenna becomes an elder as soon as baby arrives. Anyone ready for a bombshell? I have a confession but first, you have to go back and read this chapter of my legacy. Give me guesses as to what the bombshell is and I'll reveal in the next chapter whether or not your guesses were correct. Sorry, y'all, I really did give the story a good go and it would have been far more dramatic but I still think some of you will be surprised.<br />
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<a href="http://mysimslifelegacy.blogspot.com/2017/02/scarlet-alexa-generation-8-chapter-4.html">http://mysimslifelegacy.blogspot.com/2017/02/scarlet-alexa-generation-8-chapter-4.html</a><br />
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Kristin Joy http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647090432922538038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500643897009606984.post-64040094262164710382019-02-17T22:25:00.000-05:002019-02-17T22:25:06.853-05:00Laurel Bloodworth: Gen 1, Chapter 1A new legacy is underway! You can read an introduction to the Bloodworth legacy <a href="https://mysimslifelegacy.blogspot.com/2018/12/bloodworth-legacy-introduction.html">here</a>. Can I really call it an introduction when I gave absolutely no information about my sim? I'm telling you, The Maker doesn't have it together these days!<br />
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Let me give another quick introduction. Meet Laurel Bloodworth. Since I have a new expansion pack, I decided to give her a creativity aspiration. she is a Master Actress and has the following traits: Cheerful, Music lover and Dance Machine.<br />
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Since I'm doing the extreme start with her, she has no money and an empty lot. Did I mention that it is winter? It's important that my sim earns money right away and hopefully, she finds a spouse so someone else can contribute to household funds.<br />
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Because things are so dire, I decided to send Laurel down to the club so she could use the bathroom, the mirrors to work on charisma and also look for a hunk of man candy. The club had Marcus Flex working as a bouncer and I thought that I would be able to flirt my way inside. Unfortunately, I misread the pie menu. It actually said FIGHT instead of FLIRT. OI vey.<br />
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Poor Laurel got her butt kicked. I decided to leave this lot and go to a different lounge. Luckily, they had free chips, a bathroom, AND a couple of cute guys. Which she's busy chatting up.<br />
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This guy seems really interested in Laurel. He's not too bad to look at either. Despite some weird name that I can't pronounce. If she marries him, his name is definitely going to be changed. I think EA decided to choose some random letters to throw them together. <br />
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However, there's not much time for socializing. I had wasted no time with setting Laurel up with a job and she has an audition scheduled Monday at 7 p.m. After exchanging numbers with Mr. Weird Name, I took a few minutes for her to work on her acting and charisma skills in the mirror. She also grabbed a nap on the couch. Remember? No bed on her home lot.<br />
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She was rested enough to go to her first audition and got the part! I was beyond relieved because this girl has no money beyond what she earned by selling time capsules that she dug up. She needs to eat and she needs to pay her bills!<br />
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Unfortunately, the pay absolutely stinks. 400.00 is great for one day of work but she has to audition for a new part and then wait for another day of filming before she gets paid again.<br />
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This just isn't going to do. She needs a bed to sleep in and still has to purchase four more Knights of the Octagon Table to pay off her loan.<br />
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At this rate, it's not going to happen. So, with her best interests at heart, I sent her to the spice festival with the first cute guy who chatted her up, Mr. Weird Name. They hit it off, fell in love, and she proposed right then and there!<br />
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Mr. Nameless' new name is Victor LeBlanc. He wants to become a bestselling author. Which is fine with me. Authors tend to make quite a bit of money. They quickly eloped and are now living out of Orchid a Go-Go lounge. Sleeping on the couches, eating olives for breakfast and showering at the local gym.<br />
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Between his and her first paycheck, they managed to pay the mortgage on their empty lot. Thank goodness! To celebrate, I bought them a tent...I couldn't find anything in the rules that said this was a no-no.<br />
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Let's just hope that I don't get any "oops" babies due to my risky woohoo mod. Yes, I know that's cheating but I like a challenge and actually find that it compliments the Legacy Challenge greatly. Because, otherwise, I might get my heir and never let my sims "Try for Baby" again!<br />
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Laurel is busy at work with her career and I managed to snag a couple promotions. This part of play would be fairly boring for you all to live through but I do want to share Laurel's role that won her a promotion. <br />
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in her first cute little house! Yes, folks, they have a house and I honestly don't care that the rules say that I can't demolish this place and start over...I am not great with building and I really don't see why it's against the rule to buy a new house. I'm straight up warning you all that you will see this house be replaced at some point! For now, I am just happy that we're out of the tent!<br />
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The future is looking bright for Laurel. Let's just hope she can keep getting promotions and paying for the bills because...I suspect gen 2 might be in the works. Stay tuned to find out if our promotion celebration resulted in a baby. Cause, the maker "accidentally" chose, "try for baby!" Kristin Joy http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647090432922538038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500643897009606984.post-75343014792463245072018-12-23T21:36:00.001-05:002019-02-17T22:25:24.772-05:00Bloodworth Legacy IntroductionAnother legacy challenge? I know, I know... you're probably wondering why I'm starting a new Legacy when I've never finished my apocalypse challenge. Well, the answer is simple, The Maker is fickle.<br />
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So, here's the deal, if you're totally sick of legacy challenges and don't want to read mine? Okay. But, the Maker is going to do what The Maker does. That's make sim's lives as miserable as possible and the new extreme start for Seasons and Get Famous sounds like the perfect way to do that!<br />
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So...let's do this thing!<br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Meet Laurel Bloodworth. She is a young adult that will be doing the <a href="https://www.simslegacychallenge.com/the-sims-4-legacy-challenge-rules/" target="_blank">NEW ULTRA EXTREME START FOR GET FAMOUS’S CHATEAU PEAK LOT</a>. </span></div>
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<li><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Use freerealestate on cheat to get the Chateau Peak lot for “free” (make sure to choose “Bulldoze lot when choosing Chateau Peak to move into)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Move Sim onto the now empty Chateau Peak Lot</span></li>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"> Laurel is not happy about having to say goodbye to this lovely mansion and she's a little worried that she might freeze seeing that it is winter. I guess I better change her into warm clothing since she has no money and no house. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><br />She will also have to buy 4 more Knights of the octogan table befor her death and deal with an embarrassed moodlet from having a "Celebrity Home" trait. <br /><br />Now we're ready to move on to the next step, Succession Laws.</span><br />
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<b><br />Strict Matriarchy:</b> The Founder must be female. Only girls are eligible to be named heir. Male children cannot, under any circumstance, ever be the heir to the next generation. </div>
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<b>Strict Traditional :</b> To be eligible to be named heir, a child must be naturally born from their previous-generation parents and be able to trace an unbroken bloodline back to the founder. Adopted children may never be named heir.</div>
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<b>Random:</b> The title of heir is randomly selected from the pool of all eligible children. Every time the eligible pool changes size, The heir must be re-rolled using the new pool. </div>
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<b>Brood – </b>Heirs must be carried in a pregnancy by the previous heir, regardless of the heir’s gender.</div>
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I won't bore you all with the Gameplay Rules but you can find them here! <a href="http://www.simslegacychallenge.com/sims-4-legacy-challenge-gameplay-rules/">http://www.simslegacychallenge.com/sims-4-legacy-challenge-gameplay-rules/</a></div>
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Ready to play! Let's hope I survive this first generation. I'm not feeling hopeful! </div>
Kristin Joy http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647090432922538038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500643897009606984.post-20564626114115030942018-09-09T19:24:00.000-04:002019-02-22T20:47:46.440-05:00Gemini: The Crime Boss (Chapter 8)<b>Maker's Note: Due to new expansion packs—things became a little muddled in my mind. I'm not sure how to completely tell this story. If you didn't notice, in the last chapter I went back to a more informal and more personal way of writing. Quite simply, I don't have time to write an awesome story which has resulted in me not playing. Though I still plan to TELL the story—it'll be more informal and more from my point of view instead of Glenna's. That's okay, right? Cause I have a bombshell to drop! Also? I took such a long break that Glenna had the baby and I forgot to write the story. So...here's to introducing Cassie Willow. </b><br />
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Cassie was born during a season of change. Suddenly rain began to fall from the sky—something that Glenna has only heard of in history books. It seems that genetic codes that had once been lost to the world were rediscovered. Why they disappeared in the first place was unknown and why they suddenly reappeared was just as puzzling.<br />
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Monday rolled around and Ames begrudgingly turned his money over to Anarchist—determined more than ever to be done with this mess once and for all.<br />
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Remember me mentioning the sudden arrival of seasons? Boy, the kids were sure bummed out to realize that winter in New Genesis is just winter and never Winterfest. Apparently, there's supposed to be a festive day of frivolity but with no money and the complete collapse of the goverment—Anarchist has forbidden Father Winter (who was thought to be a myth) from visiting. Sorry kids...just another reason to work harder at overthrowing the bad guys!<br />
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The kids are so heartbroken that Winterfest day arrived and they didn't get to participate. Yet, it was a "holiday" so they were not allowed to go to school. Which meant that the kids stayed at home from school with five onions and two sage leaves to last between them for the entire day. I guess in some ways they did get a gift...they didn't die of starvation on Winterfest day.<br />
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Another Monday came and went—no promotions were made and both of the Willow children grew up without a birthday party. It isn't what Glenna wanted but without electricity or the ability to bake a cake, it's not as if they could have thrown a big party anyway. Not to mention, Anarchist is draining all of their funds.<br />
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I decided that this was the perfect opportunity for Glenna and Ames to have another baby. More children mean more family members to unlock restrictions and fight anarchist. It didn't take long and another bun was in the oven.<br />
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But...another week has come and gone and these two are still on working on seven and eight of ten in their career. They better get their promotions soon because their life is ticking away and Glenna still doesn't have all the answers as to what happened to her or why she spent the last 20 years in stasis!<br />
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With the dreams of unlocking chef dashed because I thought Glenna needed only six gourmet skill points as a teen...I have had to shift my focus to unlocking the author skill so that books can be ordered from the bookshelf.<br />
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<i>The libraries and the bookstores are gone. Only stray books can be found these days. If your Sim wants to read more than the handful of books that come with new bookshelves, they had better hope they know a local author or write one themselves. </i><br />
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<i>The written word is indeed powerful and your prolific author has penned enough books to restock the entire region and setup an ordering service for sims to buy books from the outside world. The money earned from all this is used to rebuild the regional libraries. </i></blockquote>
The maker is not pleased at this latest development. I am beyond frustrated with myself.Kristin Joy http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647090432922538038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500643897009606984.post-51145369323339319192018-02-20T16:00:00.000-05:002018-02-20T16:00:10.317-05:00Gemini: The Crime Boss (Chapter 7)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Glenna gave a low moan. She never dreamed that she would be giving birth to her first baby in the basement of a bunker—alone. <br />
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With phone lines down, there was no time to call Ames back from work and it was entirely too dangerous for Glenna to make the trip from her bunker to her mother's campsite.<br />
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She was alone but she wasn't about to let Ames down. She grit her teeth and determined to deliver him a healthy child. After several agonizing hours, little Harper Willow made her appearance. <br />
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Time went on and before they knew it, Harper was a sweet toddler and Glenna was promoted to Sous Chef. Which is when she realized that there was a fatal flaw in her plans to max chef. Though she had maxed cooking skills...she had not maxed her gourmet cooking skills. Which means that she cannot complete the chef career. With a heavy heart, she broke the news to Ames and put in the paperwork to request a career change to become a writer. Though her plans had changed, she was determine to also see the library restored so that her daughter had the best chance to succeed.<br />
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Hours after this major upset, Glenna realized that she was pregnant with her second child. Ames was concerned as to whether there would be enough harvestable food for the four of them. But, he was also happy.<br />
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With Harper's birthday just around the corner and this baby due to arrive in eight more months...Glenna is hopeful that she will have advanced to the top of her career so that she can devote time to mentoring her children. <br /><br />Will she successfully restore the library to it's former glory or will all of her efforts be for nought?<br />
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<br />Kristin Joy http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647090432922538038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500643897009606984.post-72806367577984747982018-02-18T15:48:00.000-05:002018-02-18T15:48:17.749-05:00Gemini: The Crime Boss (Chapter 6)Glenna stretched to relieve her aching muscles. The bed had been more uncomfortable than usual. In fact, Glenna couldn't remember feeling every spring in the mattress. It didn't help that she had been sick for the last three weeks. All day, every day.<br />
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Still, things were good. Glenna smiled as she considered how life had changed for her and Ames. They were growing closer and enjoying each other's company. Her face flushed as she thought on how they spent their evenings together.<br />
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Still, there were plenty of challenges to overcome. Repairing the gas lines and electric grid to bring fresh food back to the region was top priority. Especially since Glenna began to suspect that their family would be growing. If her calculations were correct and her nausea was any indication, she had seven months to make appeals, advance her career and drum up support for the food and power restoration act. Already she had made friends with several local politicians. Only two things stood in their way—Maverick Willow and a solid plan that was ready to implement. <br />
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Anarchist, under the control of Ames' brother, Maverick, kept local politicians too afraid to make changes, even if they were ready to move forward. Ames' began to work harder than ever to take down Anarchist. Though, playing the role of bad-guy was very taxing on him, emotionally and spiritually. <br />
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Months passed, Glenna and her mother were able to grow close to one another. There was so much to make up for and still there were questions that neither of them could answer. Such as why Mirabella Grimm showed no signs of aging, why she rescued Glenna or what her role was—if any—in the downfall of Windenburg. Who was responsible for the culling and the rise of Gemini? <br />
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Heidi shared the fears she had after giving birth to Glenna. The dreams that had plagued her and the deep sense of loss that she had. Was her depression a result of the traumatic birth or had Mirabella done something to her that day? Oh, how she wished she could remember!<br />
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Time marched steadily on, each day brought them closer to the birth of their first baby as well as to each other. Glenna did in fact change her name, much to the delight of her mother who was pleased that her daughter had found someone to love. The Montgomery family was no more. But, it felt right. One thing Ames' and Glenna knew was certain, their love for one another would carry each other through any secret that they would uncover.<br />
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HEY! No spoiling! Any way...... As you can see, Pierce and I are going strong. He is an awesome boyfriend that I thought I would never have again after Connor. We make an awesome couple, don't ya think?</div>
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Pierce and Chaxeau are going great! Every week, we're in my kitchen after work trying new recipes to bring the restaurant up another notch. As painful as it was, I had to quit the bistro and I am now co-owner and a chef at Chaxeau. Life is definitely great right now, as I now have time to finally write my cookbook!</div>
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He surprised me with an awesome meal and decided to take me out on a very nice date. He wouldn't tell me where, or why. All I know, was that this was the best lobster I've ever had - and I can make a pretty awesome lobster. </div>
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At this point, I knew why he kept everything a secret. He PROPOSED!!!!! Right in the middle of Sunset Valley Park, where we grew up. I didn't know what to say, or what to do. I did the only thing that I could do....</div>
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I said YES! I will admit that I love Pierce Decheneaux, and also fell <i><b>in</b></i> love with him. I didn't know I could be happy with someone who was my rival growing up. It just seems right, ya know? </div>
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And goodbyyyyyyye, Human! I can't wait to plan the wedding. Oh wow! I'm getting married! Someone pinch me!! </div>
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Nicholas is a teen, Eden an elder and Oliver is coming up right behind her. What will this week bring the happy household?<br />
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Oliver aged to elder not long after returning to the homestead. He's such a stereotypical elder at that! What is with those pants?<br />
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Meanwhile Nicholas is embracing all that is the teenage years; part time job, hitting on the girls, and finding the one that he thinks he want's to spend his life with.<br />
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He met Gretchen Jefferies and it was all down hill from there. He had it bad, and apparently she reciprocated. They were going steady before the day was out. While Nicholas is falling in forever love he's also working has way up the job ladder. He maxed out his military teen career the same night that Oliver finally achieved his lifetime want of Celebrity Chef.<br />
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Tabitha is past ready to be a teenager while Samantha is ready to grow up and learn her toddler skills.<br />
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Day One and it's birthdays. Tabitha turned to teen, finally, that
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And skilling it is. Samantha breezed through her toddler skills with a little help from the whole family. And you said having a save the marriage baby was a bad thing!<br />
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The rest of the week was fairly uneventful. Bethany has already maxed her career while Troy struggles just staying focused enough to gain skills. He had one minor promotion this week but still has a long way to go, and he's closing on elder like a freight train toward the depot. The last event of the week was yet another combo birthday. Bethany crossed the line to elder while Samantha is going off to school next week.<br />
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Joanne has her clothing back on and Natalie is ready to hit the books at school.<br />
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So apparently I had forgotten about a little surprise that Joanne popped on me not long after joining their household this week.<br />
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Yup, yet another Triumph baby on the way. And no, that is not yet more evidence of sim's hoarding thank you very much! Just a few days later baby Gregory made his appearance into the family.<br />
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Joanne, for the record it's too late to keep your knees together, won't stop things now.<br />
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Before long Andrew was promoted to Chief of Staff and maxed out the medical career as well as his Life Time Want. I failed as the Almighty however and did not get the appropriate pictures. Just imagine, if you will, the elation he felt. It wasn't long, however, before baby Gregory wasn't a baby anymore.<br />
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He grew up kinda stinky and Daddy, who was holding him, was so drop dead tired since Gregory refused to grow up on time, that he sat him down and off to bed. Joanne was able to pry herself out of bed to change him and tuck him into his crib.<br />
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Next week Gregory will grow up to child with full toddler skills in play. However, before we leave for the week Andrew and Natalie have birthday's to celebrate as well.<br />
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Andrew has entered the golden years with his new lifetime want to celebrate his golden anniversary. We'll discover Natalie's lifetime want once we return.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Jonah's House</span></i><br />
Though still a teen, and having recently lost his Mom, Jonah is determined to establish himself as a worthy heir to the family home and future generations. He still has dad to lean on and learn from, for now. But not one moment is guaranteed where Grimmy is concerned.<br />
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It was mostly an uneventful week, mostly. Samuel struggled to maintain enough friends to get his final promotion and max out career. Come Thursday afternoon however it didn't matter any longer. He was home alone, giving me an absolutely horrible angle as he faced the wall when Grimmy showed up uninvited. Poor Jonah, still a teen and not even home to say goodbye. However, Samuel is back where he belongs, with Gwen.<br />
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Jonah struggled with his hurt and anger over the next two days until his birthday arrived. I can't begin to imagine how hard it must have been to feel like celebrating after what had just happened.<br />
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Well, that doesn't bode well does it?<br />
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It only makes sense that reaching adulthood as an orphan would require a visit from the Shrink. Let's hope that somehow the Shrink is able to impart some self-help skills as he continues to navigate life. He's an orphaned adult, single with no prospects but he has inherited quite a home!<br />
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And just because I can...the nose that just keeps on giving!<br />
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When we return? The college kids are back!Fizzy Pop http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367780120425955949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500643897009606984.post-86493136541801945762017-10-03T21:45:00.001-04:002017-10-03T21:45:05.019-04:00The Culling: The Maker's Notes (Chapter 5.5)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Okay, y'all..these two are growing on me. Glenna has always had my heart but I never expected to love Ames just as much.<br />
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When Glenna dropped it on Ames that she wanted to be a Willow...I was floored. This is new territory for me. It's something I never really expected. I never really expected that I'd allow myself to follow their lead and get into the head of my sims.<br />
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I truly think that Glenna's ready to open her heart to Ames. They've only known each other for a short while but she would never open her heart by clinging to the Montgomery name. For once, Glenna had to let down her defenses and give everything for a chance at real love. Whether this actually happens or not is to be seen but I think she's really serious about it. <br />
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I chose not to show their "bedroom scene" in the chapters of The Culling. This was one part lack of romance interactions in TS4 and oddly, I felt like they deserved their privacy. Yes, I understand they're sims and they don't give a hoot...but I do. I felt they deserved a small slice of happiness away from the Maker and the Maker's audience.<br />
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Anyway, there's not much yet to update in the way of promotions yet...we're working on it. Glenna has three days off from work and Ames is struggling with some guilt over his life of crime. Yeah...yeah, don't even say it. I've lost my marbles and I'm strangely okay with that.<br />
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This whole "letting my sims do what they want" thing is so new to me. It's all Fizzy's fault. I'm blaming her for this emotional upset that I'm feeling over letting them do what they want!<br />
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Shaking my head, y'all. Someone please save me from this insanity!Kristin Joy http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647090432922538038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500643897009606984.post-20303911730282915642017-10-01T15:53:00.001-04:002017-10-01T15:53:38.677-04:00Gemini: The Crime Boss (Chapter 5)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Night had fallen and Ames was pacing in fury. Where was she? Had she ran off and chosen to break their vows? He'd been respectful and kept his distance. He had cleaned up after himself and slept on a cot, never once forcing himself on her. This was dangerous and she knew it. "Blast it, Glenna! Where are you?" His fist connected with the punching bag. He poured his fury, his worry into beating the bag into submission.<br />
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The sound of a door opening reached his ears and he stilled. "Please, let it be Glenna." He threw the gloves to the floor and walked up the narrow stairs of the bunker.<br />
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Glenna had collapsed against the door. Her face was ashen and tears rolled down her cheeks. Something was wrong. She was just standing there, broken, and beautiful. He ached to take her in his arms. To ease her pain. He paused.<br />
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"Ames, she's alive...my mom. She's, alive!" She began to tell him about running into her mother when she had gone for her run. They'd sat for hours, trying to piece everything together.<br />
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And then, Glenna had returned home. Their home. She'd found her mother—family. So, why had she returned? She was no longer alone. She had family—her true family. Surely she didn't need him.<br />
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He frowned. Unsure of what to say. He was happy for her but his heart ached. He didn't want to lose her.<br />
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"Glenna, I...I'm happy for you, truly I am. But, what does this mean for us?"<br />
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Glenna closed the distance between them. She peered into his eyes and placed her hand on his chest. His heart quickened, causing her to pull her hand back. Understanding now that he was as attracted to her as she had been to him. He pulled her closer and covered her mouth with his. She responded, slowly and then with more intensity. She wove her hands through his hair, urging him to deepen the kiss. <br />
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Suddenly, Ames pushed her away as if he had been burned. His eyes were filled with regret and longing.<br />
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"Glenna, I'm so sorry." His gaze fell to the floor, "I shouldn't have done that."<br />
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Glenna cupped his face, "Ames, I promised to be your wife. I intend to keep that promise. I want to be your wife, in every way. And not just physically, I want the world to know that I belong to you. I want to be a Willow. I'm ready to love you the way. If you'll allow me."<br />
<b><br /></b>Ames<b> </b>met her gaze, "I love you, Glenna. You're my family, my home. I'm happy to be a Montgomery if it means I get to be with you. We can talk about this later. Right now, I just want to be with you."<br /><br />He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, letting the door close behind them.<br />
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A relationship that had been forged out of convenience would hold challenges. But Ames and Glenna had found real love and that would make every challenge worthwhile.<br /><b></b>Kristin Joy http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647090432922538038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500643897009606984.post-69464780624586564072017-08-16T21:08:00.001-04:002017-08-16T21:08:47.780-04:00Tifani Triumph: Zachariah, Isabella, Issac and JohnWe are 2/3 through the Other Houses and slowly but surely changes are coming to all the houses. Generations are rotating, sims living and dying and being born. Just pixilated life happening before our eyes.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Zachariah's House</span></i><br />
Merry and Shayla have entered the teenage years, Beth is soon to be off to school herself, and mom and dad are just getting by in a house full of girls. <br />
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LeShawn, what the heck have ya'll done?!? You were done! You have your heir! Why do you hate me? LeShawn wanted a baby. Zachariah wanted to try for a son. They hate me. That is all.<br />
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Meanwhile, while LeShawn is plotting my demise (though not miserably thank you very much) Beth was growing up to child.<br />
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She's a cute kid with a great personality. She's content, happy, and easy to please. She's going to make an amazing heir. While Beth is settling into the idea of school and responsibility the new baby is ready to make an appearance.<br />
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Welcome baby number 4. No more ya'lls ok? No. More. And with LeShawn and Zachariah days away from elder I think that problem is now solved.<br />
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Welcome baby Emma. No boys for Zachariah. Sorry toots! It wasn't long before Emma was ready to take on the world of toddlerhood. Skills galore!<br />
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Next time, LeShawn and Zachariah age to elder and Emma to child. Oh the homework!<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Isabella's House</span></i><br />
Jason is growing older and Books and Brew is climbing the ranks to top ranked business. Camilla needs to make some major life decisions as well. What will the week bring?<br />
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Overall it was a slow week at Isabella's house, though there were some huge developments during the lull. Before we get too far wish Jason a Happy Birthday!<br />
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Stephen is doing well at college and Alexander may be joining him there soon. There's still two teenagers in the house so no rest for Issac and Christy. With the sneaking out issue they must be on their toes!<br />
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There's not a lot going on this week that is exciting, interesting or photo worthy. Alexander decided that college may hold the key to chasing his dreams and without a lot of fanfare set out to join his brother at the university.<br />
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We will catch up with him and all the other current students later. Later that week Issac maxed out his career in business, again without much fanfare as it's not his lifetime goal or anything. That same day a chance card caused Andrea to be demoted. She was pretty steamed about it at first but adjusted, and got her promotion back, pretty quickly.<br />
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Andrea is going to have to make some college decisions pretty quick once we return. She's worried about leaving her aging parents all alone but at the same time knows that a good education will help to fuel her culinary dreams further as well.<br />
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John and Meadow are basking in their elder years, Skylar is off to college and Lark is dealing with the bane of every child...homework. That and we need to get more pets a breedin' round the house!<br />
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John and Meadow decided to keep Kissee to attempt more puppies with Scout. It's taking a good while for their relationship to develop but finally we are expecting puppies! Meanwhile, Jake's time came and Grimmy showed up to escort him to the great beyond.<br />
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The only other happening of note is that Lark grew up to a teenager this week.<br />
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She's a popularity sim with a desire to become a celebrity chef. And she seriously needs to reconsider her choice in clothing!<br />
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Hi, everyone! I am finally back after a long and very busy work schedule. The bistro is driving me nuts! Every day for the past three months, I have been there working 12 hours, coming home and writing my cookbook, and helping Pierce with his restaurant. So this right here, is my much-needed break. I'm actually getting great at this painting thing. Hopefully, I can sell this to the art gallery for some extra cash.<br />
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Pierce Decheneaux dropped a serious bomb on me. Why, Dechie? WHYYYYY!? He confessed his feelings for me. Really? Now? He spilled it all - how he always liked me, even when we were rivals. How he started really liking me in college and didn't care too much for me being in a relationship with Connor. How he wanted to make me happy. I will admit, he really sounded sincere - but I couldn't. It's not that I don't like Pierce.....but it's PIERCE! Okay, so he is rather hot, can dance, and we have a lot of things in common. However....</div>
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What? Um....he kissed me! I am kissing Pierce Decheneaux! I must say, it feels great. We feel great. I know, I know - this was inevitable. From the beginning, everyone sensed the romantic tension between Pierce and I. Now, everyone (including us) will be happy. I am in shock and taking all of this in. Pierce and I? Dating? Sweet! Now, I'm going to finish making out with this gorgeous man. Catch ya later :D </div>
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It was two weeks ago that he had moved from his brother's compound and in with Glenna. She had been friendly and opened her home to him without complaint but she was distant and he knew in no uncertain terms that romance was off the table. So, why was he thinking so much about her?<br />
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He slipped the gloves off went upstairs. He needed time to clear his head and that meant putting distance between himself and Glenna. She had gotten under his skin—something he hadn't really anticipated. Sure, he found her attractive but he had been so focused on the end goal that he hadn't given a relationship much thought. Now? He couldn't think of anything else except for what it'd be like to kiss her and that was not going to happen.<br />
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Glenna heard Ames leave the room and she sighed in frustration. He had been true to his word, he'd been kind. He had not harmed her in any way. But, he also hadn't dared so much as flirt with her and truthfully, Glenna felt a bit lonely. Why couldn't they enjoy each other's company? Maybe some harmless flirting or dancing? It's not like she expected an honest to goodness romance but she had to admit that she'd imagined kissing him more than a few times.<br />
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She slipped from the bed and decided to go for a jog. Maybe the brisk evening air would do her some good—or at least take her mind off of kissing Ames Willow. Ames Willow-Montgomery as he was going by these days. It was so weird to her. Why would Ames give up the Willow name? I mean, it's not like she'd give up being a Montgomery but he hadn't even asked her what her preference would be. Could she be his wife that way? Give up her identity? No, he was right, there's no way she would give up being a Montgomery. Especially not to be a Willow. Funny, she'd known Ames less than a month and he seemed to know her better than she knew herself.<br />
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Glenna opened the door and stepped out into the cool air. Ames had fallen asleep on the couch and she felt bad about not having the decency to let him get a good night's sleep in the bed. It's not like they had to do anything. What harm would there be in letting him sleep in the bed? She knew him well enough at this point to trust he'd not try anything. Problem is, did she trust herself?<br />
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She did a quick survey of her surroundings. She felt out of breath—no doubt she was still recovering from her illness that had resulted in her being in a coma. Her heart raced and she felt disoriented, which alarmed her. Glenna definitely didn't want to make herself out to be an easy target but she couldn't fight it any longer. She doubled at the waist, gasping for air and willing her heart to stop hammering against her ribs.<br />
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"Glenna? Is that you? It can't be." Glenna's head turned in the direction of the person that had spoken to her. She let out a gasp, "Mom?! Mom? How, wha...how?"<br />
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"Oh, Glenna! My sweet, Glenna! I thought I lost you. I looked everywhere for you. I've never stopped searching.<br />
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Heidi began to fill in some of the missing pieces for Glenna. The illness, the plan to leave everything behind. How Glenna had collapsed and Heidi had raced to the lab for help. A trusted co-worker would have helped get Glenna to safety. But, when they arrived back at the Montgomery family home, Glenna was missing.<br />
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The government had, in fact, dropped care packages containing medication that had cured both Heidi and Scarlet. The two of them clung to each other and made a plan to find Glenna. But, life had changed for the both of them. <br />
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As society collapsed, more and more looters began to smash windows and force entry into the extravagant home that had housed the Montgomery's for ten generations. Heidi and Scarlet were forced to move to a small camp on the east side of where the library now stood in ruins. Neither Scarlet or Heidi would leave without Glenna and so they stayed and watched as Anarchist gained control of the region. <br />
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Glenna's grandmother, Scarlet, lived for five years after the illness that had been dubbed, "<i>The Culling.</i>" After her passing, Heidi had been on her own. In all of that time, she had been looking, searching for the daughter she had lost. Never once had she given up hope that Glenna had survived.<br />
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Confusion set in for Glenna. She hadn't trusted Mirabella and nothing she had said made sense. Why would she say that Glenna's family perished when there were survivors? More importantly—why had they taken her?<br />
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Glenna began to pour out the whole story to her mom. How she woke from a twenty-year coma. How she'd been told that her family had died. And how the young, white-haired, red-eyed woman had made her uneasy. How she had slipped out from her home and into the night. Choosing to face Anarchist rather than stay in the presence of the young woman. <br />
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Heidi's eyes were wide with shock, "You say that a woman with white hair and red eyes was your captor? No...it cannot be. It's impossible.Young, you say? This woman is young?" The news had visibly shaken the older woman.<br />
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Glenna nodded, "Yes, Mirabella Grimm. She is fairly young. Not much older than myself. Do you know her?"<br />
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The color drained from Heidi's face, "Yes, dear...she was the attending doctor that delivered you. On that night, the last face that I saw before I almost died was that of Mirabella Grimm and her crazed red eyes!" <br />
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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. <br />
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I was a little surprised that she hit it off with Ames but from a story angle, he worked out perfectly. <br />
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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. <br />
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With a partner secured, the plan is for Ames to take over Anarchist as the crime boss.<br />
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<i>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. </i><br />
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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.<br />
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<i>Beating the mob is not an option, but if you can’t beat them,
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<i>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.<br />
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grilled on fire pits. If you do not have the <a href="https://www.origin.com/en-us/store/buy/55482/pc-download/addon/the-sims-4-outdoor-retreat" target="_blank">Outdoor Retreat game pack</a>,
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<i>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
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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"What could they mean?" Glenna murmured to herself. She had no time to reflect as there was an incessant knocking at her door. <br />
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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. <br />
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"Yeah, yeah...stop your knocking! I'm coming!" Glenna clenched her teeth and flung open the door.<br />
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"Maverick? What are you doing here?" Fear gripped at her middle. Getting a visit from the crime boss could only be trouble.<br />
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"The name is Ames. Ames Willow. I'm Mav's twin brother. I'm here with...a proposition."<br />
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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."<br />
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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.<br />
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Glenna was shocked and confused, "Excuse me? You're offering <i>yourself </i>to me? As in..."<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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..."<br />
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Glenna leaned forward, "I don't know what they mean and you've still not explained what you mean by offering yourself to me."<br />
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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."<br />
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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..."<br />
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Ames studied her face, "But what?"<br />
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Glenna spun on her heel and marched back towards her bunk, "But, you're sleeping on the couch."Kristin Joy http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647090432922538038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500643897009606984.post-27916280403421373402017-03-21T22:49:00.003-04:002017-03-21T22:49:55.055-04:00Life of Kessie: The "Date" <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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. </div>
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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. </div>
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...and dance! I forgot that he could actually dance. While it was only a few hours, we had a great time together....as 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. </div>
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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. </div>
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<br />Donnie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566791018561208498noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500643897009606984.post-34447336765145506622017-03-21T14:30:00.000-04:002017-03-21T18:33:37.613-04:00Gemini: 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? <br />
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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? <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Her mother was grief-stricken but pulled herself together, insisting that they leave town immediately. "We have to leave...now. 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.<br />
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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 <i><b>not </b></i>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. <br />
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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. <br />
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Unwilling to place her fate in the hands of strangers, she slipped out the door and into the night. <br />
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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.<br />
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"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. <br />
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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,<br />
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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"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. <br />
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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."<br />
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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.<br />
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"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?"<br />
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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."<br />
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"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."<br />
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"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."<br />
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"Does this mean you have a place for me to live?" Glenna struggled to meet his gaze. <br />
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"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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.</div>
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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:</div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>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. </b></span></div>
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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?</div>
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