Lucky-A (Many pics)
Oct 24, 2008 4:22:46 GMT
Post by sotc on Oct 24, 2008 4:22:46 GMT
Mr. Pouty will also be out soon enough, I hope. I'm behind in everything. Sorry about that.
Let’s get started now, eh? All of these Sims are random in their looks, except for hair, clothes, and one or two minor face tweaks. Other stuff is game made.
This is Ms. Boring. She has a name, but I don’t remember any of the names, so they get nicknames. You can probably tell where she gets hers. She has 10 neat points, and 0 active points, and she doesn’t do anything interesting at all. Man though, I think she’s pretty. All of these guys have Airelda’s templates to thank for that.
This is Mr. Nice. He’s boring too, but he’s so nice about it that I feel bad saying it. As you might have guessed, he has 10 nice, but no playful at all. Plus, he’s not quite as boring as Ms. Boring, because he made friends with Mr. Totallycrazyman. That very person is the one growing out of Mr. Nice’s head in this picture.
The crazy man himself. He’s got 0 nice points but full playful. He amuses me more than he should. I don’t usually play mean Sims, and a mean Sim that wants to juggle is just the *best*.
Ms. Stinky here is my favorite. She’s 10 outgoing, which I don’t like, and 0 neat, which I don’t like. And yet, she managed to be my favorite. She’s just awesome like that, what can I say?
Here is Lucky, now that she has a makeover. I gave her the same hair the game gave her, except the new version of it, and she stole a longer shirt from Stinky, because everyone agrees the plumbers rear had to go.
Okay, right at the beginning everyone talked to everyone else, and let me show you the front of the people I liked the most. Not that I take sides, or anything, but I totally do. Anyway, they’re chatting like crazy here.
Meanwhile, darling Lucky planted tomatoes, because she likes money, and those losers at her house mean no job. Humph.
So, what makes you try to spontaneously hug people you don’t know? Apparently it’s not nice points. Ms. Boring was having nothing off it though. I believe she said “Get off blond man”, but she’s boring, so I wasn’t listening. He’s weird. I mean, he does all these great high playful things, but this is just strange.
I like my pond. This picture is pretty. It only has Lucky in it so I could have an excuse to post it. Look! She’s fishing!
These two go around all the time being freaking cute. Once, they went outside in the middle of the night and whacked each other with pillows some more. They were in their jammies, and I suddenly kind of got the whole thing some men folk have about gals pillow fighting in their skivvies.
Lucky and Stinky got on really well from the beginning. She was quickly a friend, and then a best friend. That was half a bummer, because she could have stayed around for a while, according to me. But no, she had to be all friendly. Outgoing will do that, and some nice.
Mr. Crazymeanman is cleaning here. He did stuff like that all the time. It was rare that I saw his mean side. Mainly, if anyone ever tried to be nice to him, they came out. Of course, Mr. Nice made friends with the cranky dude anyway. It might be that Nice is a tad clueless…or at least he acted it.
I don’t know what to say here. He was talking about how the sun would come out tomorrow and every cloud has a silver lining (Hi Emma), and she was being pretty and boring. Moving on.
Lucky *loves* to gossip about Mr. Nice. I have no idea why. I’m sure that’s not what she’s doing here, but I’m going to say it is. Because, look at the clueless! Isn’t he cute?
She was the first one to find a place to sleep, except Lucky who I had go to bed early to get the bed. She decided to sleep in with the plants. I still think she’s just so pretty. Anyway, it turns out that my house can sleep six, if two are willing to share, and two more are willing to sleep outside. No one passed out at all.
There we go. Now we get to see some mean! Either that or he’s catching cold sleeping on the balcony.
He even sleeps sweet. On flowers.
The other two girls had the bed, and I didn’t include the picture for some random reason. I’m sure it was a good one though.
Lucky: Look, I don’t care what she says. I don’t think you’re boring at all. Plus, you like to clean, like I do! I’m glad you came to stay.
Whosit: Thank you! I’m glad to be here.
Besides, if Lucky didn’t make friends with her, I’d have another week of boring.
Lucky: Hush you!
They’re buddies. I don’t know if I get it. Opposites attract, I suppose. Mr.Crazypants looks much happier to be in a bed, doesn’t he? Mr. Nice looks the same as always.
Nice: Look! I caught a fish! I caught one!
Mean: I hate you for catching a fish. I hate all your children. I hate your mother.
Nice: Awww, don’t worry, you’ll catch one!
Mean: I don’t fish.
Nice: Well, it’s a beautiful day anyway!
She spent most of her time like this while fishing. And she kept at it like crazy. I admire that. Plus, she’s funny, and knows it.
Well, this tree is a lightening rod. It got hit three times in the week, pretty much every time it rained. I note here that Mr. Nice isn’t sure if he should talk about the elephant in the room, Lucky’s a little behind in the panicking, and Mr. Meanycrazypants is probably going to be taking something with him at the end of the week.
Poor guy: Blubber blubber blue. Fire bad. Blizzedpop. No money. Blub blub blub.
While he’s being repaired by someone I’m probably glad I can’t see, lightening hit the tree again. *sigh* At least he was too busy being crazy to notice it that time. After this, he did a nice chicken dance.
Mr. Nice: Aww, it’s okay. I’ll take care of you. I even made her not post the chicken dance picture.
It was funny. *pouts*
Mr. Nice: Shhhhh.
Lucky realized at the last minute that she was going to need some money to pay some bills, and they were leaving soon, and well, crud. So she dug out some rocks, bones, and one map, which she promptly sold. Then things were better, though not for fortune Sims, really.
Ms. Fun: Whee! Splishy splash. Dancing in the rain!
Mr. Mean: Okay, I’ll do this and be adorable and all, but I still hate you for making me this way.
Our second to last picture pretty much sums up this challenge. Pizza eaten half dressed, while not looking at each other, the walls down, and someone talking to a shower about windows. Rock on!
Only Mean got something, as he had a whopping zero aspiration. He got the desk do dads, not at all because I wanted a place to put my computer *cough* He was friends though, so he got to leave.
Everyone else left as well, being best friends. (Except for Nice, who was just friends for some reason)
Nice had 2000 asp points, Boring had 4500, and Stinky had 19000.
Let’s get started now, eh? All of these Sims are random in their looks, except for hair, clothes, and one or two minor face tweaks. Other stuff is game made.
This is Ms. Boring. She has a name, but I don’t remember any of the names, so they get nicknames. You can probably tell where she gets hers. She has 10 neat points, and 0 active points, and she doesn’t do anything interesting at all. Man though, I think she’s pretty. All of these guys have Airelda’s templates to thank for that.
This is Mr. Nice. He’s boring too, but he’s so nice about it that I feel bad saying it. As you might have guessed, he has 10 nice, but no playful at all. Plus, he’s not quite as boring as Ms. Boring, because he made friends with Mr. Totallycrazyman. That very person is the one growing out of Mr. Nice’s head in this picture.
The crazy man himself. He’s got 0 nice points but full playful. He amuses me more than he should. I don’t usually play mean Sims, and a mean Sim that wants to juggle is just the *best*.
Ms. Stinky here is my favorite. She’s 10 outgoing, which I don’t like, and 0 neat, which I don’t like. And yet, she managed to be my favorite. She’s just awesome like that, what can I say?
Here is Lucky, now that she has a makeover. I gave her the same hair the game gave her, except the new version of it, and she stole a longer shirt from Stinky, because everyone agrees the plumbers rear had to go.
Okay, right at the beginning everyone talked to everyone else, and let me show you the front of the people I liked the most. Not that I take sides, or anything, but I totally do. Anyway, they’re chatting like crazy here.
Meanwhile, darling Lucky planted tomatoes, because she likes money, and those losers at her house mean no job. Humph.
So, what makes you try to spontaneously hug people you don’t know? Apparently it’s not nice points. Ms. Boring was having nothing off it though. I believe she said “Get off blond man”, but she’s boring, so I wasn’t listening. He’s weird. I mean, he does all these great high playful things, but this is just strange.
I like my pond. This picture is pretty. It only has Lucky in it so I could have an excuse to post it. Look! She’s fishing!
These two go around all the time being freaking cute. Once, they went outside in the middle of the night and whacked each other with pillows some more. They were in their jammies, and I suddenly kind of got the whole thing some men folk have about gals pillow fighting in their skivvies.
Lucky and Stinky got on really well from the beginning. She was quickly a friend, and then a best friend. That was half a bummer, because she could have stayed around for a while, according to me. But no, she had to be all friendly. Outgoing will do that, and some nice.
Mr. Crazymeanman is cleaning here. He did stuff like that all the time. It was rare that I saw his mean side. Mainly, if anyone ever tried to be nice to him, they came out. Of course, Mr. Nice made friends with the cranky dude anyway. It might be that Nice is a tad clueless…or at least he acted it.
I don’t know what to say here. He was talking about how the sun would come out tomorrow and every cloud has a silver lining (Hi Emma), and she was being pretty and boring. Moving on.
Lucky *loves* to gossip about Mr. Nice. I have no idea why. I’m sure that’s not what she’s doing here, but I’m going to say it is. Because, look at the clueless! Isn’t he cute?
She was the first one to find a place to sleep, except Lucky who I had go to bed early to get the bed. She decided to sleep in with the plants. I still think she’s just so pretty. Anyway, it turns out that my house can sleep six, if two are willing to share, and two more are willing to sleep outside. No one passed out at all.
There we go. Now we get to see some mean! Either that or he’s catching cold sleeping on the balcony.
He even sleeps sweet. On flowers.
The other two girls had the bed, and I didn’t include the picture for some random reason. I’m sure it was a good one though.
Lucky: Look, I don’t care what she says. I don’t think you’re boring at all. Plus, you like to clean, like I do! I’m glad you came to stay.
Whosit: Thank you! I’m glad to be here.
Besides, if Lucky didn’t make friends with her, I’d have another week of boring.
Lucky: Hush you!
They’re buddies. I don’t know if I get it. Opposites attract, I suppose. Mr.Crazypants looks much happier to be in a bed, doesn’t he? Mr. Nice looks the same as always.
Nice: Look! I caught a fish! I caught one!
Mean: I hate you for catching a fish. I hate all your children. I hate your mother.
Nice: Awww, don’t worry, you’ll catch one!
Mean: I don’t fish.
Nice: Well, it’s a beautiful day anyway!
She spent most of her time like this while fishing. And she kept at it like crazy. I admire that. Plus, she’s funny, and knows it.
Well, this tree is a lightening rod. It got hit three times in the week, pretty much every time it rained. I note here that Mr. Nice isn’t sure if he should talk about the elephant in the room, Lucky’s a little behind in the panicking, and Mr. Meanycrazypants is probably going to be taking something with him at the end of the week.
Poor guy: Blubber blubber blue. Fire bad. Blizzedpop. No money. Blub blub blub.
While he’s being repaired by someone I’m probably glad I can’t see, lightening hit the tree again. *sigh* At least he was too busy being crazy to notice it that time. After this, he did a nice chicken dance.
Mr. Nice: Aww, it’s okay. I’ll take care of you. I even made her not post the chicken dance picture.
It was funny. *pouts*
Mr. Nice: Shhhhh.
Lucky realized at the last minute that she was going to need some money to pay some bills, and they were leaving soon, and well, crud. So she dug out some rocks, bones, and one map, which she promptly sold. Then things were better, though not for fortune Sims, really.
Ms. Fun: Whee! Splishy splash. Dancing in the rain!
Mr. Mean: Okay, I’ll do this and be adorable and all, but I still hate you for making me this way.
Our second to last picture pretty much sums up this challenge. Pizza eaten half dressed, while not looking at each other, the walls down, and someone talking to a shower about windows. Rock on!
Only Mean got something, as he had a whopping zero aspiration. He got the desk do dads, not at all because I wanted a place to put my computer *cough* He was friends though, so he got to leave.
Everyone else left as well, being best friends. (Except for Nice, who was just friends for some reason)
Nice had 2000 asp points, Boring had 4500, and Stinky had 19000.
Yup, every cloud has an Emma!
