A teen challenge. With pictures, even.
Mar 1, 2009 21:20:14 GMT
Post by sotc on Mar 1, 2009 21:20:14 GMT
Hey! Long time no see. I got a new computer, and my Sims are so *clear* now. I don't have to sharpen, and things aren't blurry. Life is good. So I thought I would share.
Meet whats'ername Williams. She is clearly very important, because everyone knows her name and everything, right? Well, she did give us three lovely sons, Simon, the eldest, Calvin, the middle...
“Neglected!”
Yes, fine Cal. The neglected middle child, and Alfred the youn...
“Crazy!”
Shush Calvin! Alfred is the youngest.
This is C...
“Ha! You are so showing me first, even though I wasn't born first. Take that Simon! Anyway, I'm Calvin. I aspire to make a lot of money.”
And learn things.
“Secondary, yes, learning things goes toward my goal of making a lot of money. I am a Virgo. Cleaning is good.”
And nice points?
“I have too many. Three.”
Right. Moving on.
“I must say, it's hard being the normal one.”
This is Simon. Do go on Simon.
“Thank you. I am an Aquarius, and I have a balanced personality. I like nothing more then to have friends, and I love my family very much. Even if it's hard being the normal one.”
Normal, eh? Tell them about your life time want.
“What's wrong with wanting to be friends with animals?”
Ugh. Best friends with twenty of them. I think Simon had better hope for a genie.
“You didn't say that about my brothers!”
They rolled job ltws. Anyway, moving on.
This is Alfred. He is painfully shy, but high in everything else. He lives for pleasure and grilled cheese.
“I do love the cheese!”
I knew that would make you talk.
“We simply don't stock enough cheese in this house. Or maybe we do and it gets sucked into the void. I'm thinking it's the womrats. They get into everything you know!”
Alfred wears tinfoil on his head.
“It's important tinfoil. It keeps little fuzzy things from reading my mind. It doesn't work on aliens unless the point is just right, but really, I don't care if aliens read my mind. They aren't after the cheese. Or the world.”
“Oh man, would you shut him up?”
“Just leave it Cal. He's having a good time.”
This, I'm afraid, is what led to Albert's fear of little fuzzy things. It's the evil cat statue of towniefacation. Their mother got too good a look at it one day. Then she just walked out of their lives, never to be seen again. Except possibly downtown. They might be able to call her. Anyway, off she went, and the boys were never the same.
“If I were going off like that, you'd tell me to shut up! It's so unfair.”
“That isn't even true.”
“Cats are okay. I don't mind cats.”
“You idiot, the statue is of a cat!”
“What statue?”
“Uhm, the one that took mum?”
“Mom's gone?!”
“Cal, did you really need to...”
“There you go, picking on me again!”
So anyway, off she goes. It's really hard to tell why she might be leaving. It must be the fact that the house is really built for three, don't you think?
“Say it! Say you like picking on me!”
“Calvin, stop it! Leggo.”
“Not until you say it.”
Well, this is going to end in a jab in the stomach and more yelling.
“I could really use some grilled cheese right about now. Do you think we have any that the little fuzzies didn't steal?”
Check the refrigerator.
“Cool. Peace guys!”
Yes, I can't believe she's leaving all of this. This is the house our teens will live in until collage. It has everything needed for skilling and basic needs. We're going to try for the headmaster as soon as they can by a statue that can be moved around. The evil cat of townifacation is in the bushes. Hey, if it sent her away, it could bring her back, right?
“Our back yard is fenced in. I think that Mom's worried Calvin is going to hurt himself.”
“#%$@ it Cal, let go!”
“Ow!”
Uhm...sure Al. I'm sure that's what she was worried about.
“Oh, was she worried about Simon too?”
…
“I'm going to go adjust the tinfoil. You can never be sure about gerbils, you know.”
Nope, you can't.
When next we see the boys, they will be getting jobs, and meeting some dates for first kisses. As soon as there's a little more money in the bank, they will also be trying for private school. Wish them luck!
Meet whats'ername Williams. She is clearly very important, because everyone knows her name and everything, right? Well, she did give us three lovely sons, Simon, the eldest, Calvin, the middle...
“Neglected!”
Yes, fine Cal. The neglected middle child, and Alfred the youn...
“Crazy!”
Shush Calvin! Alfred is the youngest.
This is C...
“Ha! You are so showing me first, even though I wasn't born first. Take that Simon! Anyway, I'm Calvin. I aspire to make a lot of money.”
And learn things.
“Secondary, yes, learning things goes toward my goal of making a lot of money. I am a Virgo. Cleaning is good.”
And nice points?
“I have too many. Three.”
Right. Moving on.
“I must say, it's hard being the normal one.”
This is Simon. Do go on Simon.
“Thank you. I am an Aquarius, and I have a balanced personality. I like nothing more then to have friends, and I love my family very much. Even if it's hard being the normal one.”
Normal, eh? Tell them about your life time want.
“What's wrong with wanting to be friends with animals?”
Ugh. Best friends with twenty of them. I think Simon had better hope for a genie.
“You didn't say that about my brothers!”
They rolled job ltws. Anyway, moving on.
This is Alfred. He is painfully shy, but high in everything else. He lives for pleasure and grilled cheese.
“I do love the cheese!”
I knew that would make you talk.
“We simply don't stock enough cheese in this house. Or maybe we do and it gets sucked into the void. I'm thinking it's the womrats. They get into everything you know!”
Alfred wears tinfoil on his head.
“It's important tinfoil. It keeps little fuzzy things from reading my mind. It doesn't work on aliens unless the point is just right, but really, I don't care if aliens read my mind. They aren't after the cheese. Or the world.”
“Oh man, would you shut him up?”
“Just leave it Cal. He's having a good time.”
This, I'm afraid, is what led to Albert's fear of little fuzzy things. It's the evil cat statue of towniefacation. Their mother got too good a look at it one day. Then she just walked out of their lives, never to be seen again. Except possibly downtown. They might be able to call her. Anyway, off she went, and the boys were never the same.
“If I were going off like that, you'd tell me to shut up! It's so unfair.”
“That isn't even true.”
“Cats are okay. I don't mind cats.”
“You idiot, the statue is of a cat!”
“What statue?”
“Uhm, the one that took mum?”
“Mom's gone?!”
“Cal, did you really need to...”
“There you go, picking on me again!”
So anyway, off she goes. It's really hard to tell why she might be leaving. It must be the fact that the house is really built for three, don't you think?
“Say it! Say you like picking on me!”
“Calvin, stop it! Leggo.”
“Not until you say it.”
Well, this is going to end in a jab in the stomach and more yelling.
“I could really use some grilled cheese right about now. Do you think we have any that the little fuzzies didn't steal?”
Check the refrigerator.
“Cool. Peace guys!”
Yes, I can't believe she's leaving all of this. This is the house our teens will live in until collage. It has everything needed for skilling and basic needs. We're going to try for the headmaster as soon as they can by a statue that can be moved around. The evil cat of townifacation is in the bushes. Hey, if it sent her away, it could bring her back, right?
“Our back yard is fenced in. I think that Mom's worried Calvin is going to hurt himself.”
“#%$@ it Cal, let go!”
“Ow!”
Uhm...sure Al. I'm sure that's what she was worried about.
“Oh, was she worried about Simon too?”
…
“I'm going to go adjust the tinfoil. You can never be sure about gerbils, you know.”
Nope, you can't.
When next we see the boys, they will be getting jobs, and meeting some dates for first kisses. As soon as there's a little more money in the bank, they will also be trying for private school. Wish them luck!
I love your stories. I'm with Kiri on the wormrat.
Those are really beautiful Sims boys though.
