"I did everything...everything I wanted to. I let them use you for their own end..."
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It's another Sims 3 update!
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So, where did we leave off with out lively cast of characters?
Ah, right. That looks about how things should.
At any rate, where we last left our Bindersmith/Ramirez saga, Jose had passed on and Julio-Cody had legitimized his son by marrying Stacia. However, it was quickly apparent that the legitimization was going to be problematic. Namely, there's no open spot to for Bobby Bindersmith to move in with daddy and as far as I can tell, it's gonna be a bitch moving him in as an adult to continue the game. But I digress. Case and point, Stacia had to go. Now that Bobby is officially a Bindersmith, her work is done.
"Oh, Stacia," someone said one morning (probably Star, because she's the crazy Aunt), "Do you think you'd be able to upgrade this highly electronic television? I know you have nary a skill in handiness, but what's the worst that could happen?"
"Certainly," replied Stacia. And then she proceeded to earn a handiness point from the endeavor. Damn.
By zany coincidence, Julio-Cody was then struck with the notion that perhaps he and wifey should go to the local pool. You know, as a couple--get out and do things. So off to the pool they went!
"I love you," Julio-Cody said, gazing longingly into his septuagenarian beloved's wrinkly faded eyes as the two treaded the water in the cool night air.
Stacia blushed, turning a lighter shade of old. "I love you too, Julio-Cody."
They climbed from their watery retreat and embraced on the edge of the pool, sharing a passionate kiss and expressing their great feeling for one another with their tongues.
"I hope nothing tragic happens to you," Julio-Cody whispered seductively into Stacia's ear. She would have missed his sweet words on account of being deaf with age, but she had wisely thought to turn her hearing aids up before leaving the house. "That would be completely unexpected and no doubt quite devastating. I've already lost a pancreas; I can't bear losing you."
"I'm not going anywhere, darling. You can rest easy."
Julio-Cody glanced at the nearby pool chairs. "Speaking of resting, I think I'm going to take a nap."
Stacia's face brightened. "Then I'm going to jog around the pool in circles until I'm fatigued!"
After the nap/jog, for some WACKY reason, both parties decided it was time for another swim. Stacia started whining about being tired and being a drowning risk but none the less got in the pool when commanded. I mean, of her own volition.
Of course there's a risk of drowning. Now get under that water and stop breathing!
...and then she'd get out. So she'd go right back in and the drowning clock would reset at 40 minutes. And she'd get back out. And back in. And out. And back in. And out. And...
...eventually Julio-Cody had to go to work and Stacia went home.
VERY NOT DEAD.
She did faint in the sprinkler upon coming home, so I guess there is that.
I began to suspect that perhaps the game wasn't letting me kill Stacia because she was the newest addition to the household and it didn't want to sabotage the honeymoon period.
So I decided to see if I could kill off Star instead. I decided definitively that Star doesn't deserve to die of old age. Oh, no! She's the crazy aunt! She has to die of electrocution so her ghost can be sparkly and cool looking. I mean, her name is Star.
It should come as no surprise that when the computer in the basement broke, I sent untrained Star to poke around at it a bit.
Gosh! I hope nothing goes wrong!
...just like Stacia, she somehow managed to fix the device and gain handiness. These old ladies are tough, I tell you. I need different plan.
Hey, what's this?
Oh, it's just a stereo. A high tech stereo, granted. What silly goose left it in the yard? Stereos go in the house! Who knows what might happen if you leave it in the yard?
And now look! You've left it right in the path of the sprinkler! Don't you know anything, Ramirezes/Bindersmiths? You can't leave electronics in sprinkles! That'll just break them!
Star, you better get out here.
Not really sure what jellyfish have to do with this, Star.
Dammit! Someone's already turned the sprinkler on! That stereo is probably ruined! You wanna check it out, Star? You don't have to go anywhere. Think how refreshing it will be to have the sprinkler to cool you down while you work on those hot electronics?
Hm. Everything seems in order and working. I guess it was a false al-
OH NO! YOUR EVIL BROTHER-IN-LAW FILIPE HAS SHOWN UP AND HAS TURNED THAT VERY STEREO ON FOR AN EVIL DANCE WHILE YOU'RE WORKING ON IT, STAR! YOU'RE SCREWED! OH, SWEET JESUS, THE HUMANITY!!
...or you could join in the dancing. Because electronics in the water don't cause electrocution or anything.
SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH...
As it stands, everyone in the household currently is still alive and kicking. I spend all this time and effort trying to kill them and they won't die for me. It's frustrating, you know?
Which is why I have high hopes for Wardrip Hastings.
Such a beautiful family portrait.
I'm not done with the Bindersmith/Ramirez saga-- not at all. I still have quite the family plot to fill with tombstones. However, after spending hours trying to kill to elderly Sims off has failed, you feel the need to do something not quite so pathetically sad. Which is why I made this lovely little home for a lovely little cowboy.
Isn't that nice? I ended up having to sell all the wallpaper, flooring, chairs, fridge, microwave, and boombox to put it in Wardrip's price range. Apparently sweet one-room homes are too pricey for the single Sim starting on his own. No matter-- I have this delightful screen shot to refer to as I slowly accumulate the wealth necessary to buy it all back!
Hebei might remember where I ran across the name "Wardrip" before, but to the rest of you, I admit nothing. I just thought it was kinda cool and befitting a cowboy, which is precisely what I decided I wanted for that there cabin. Apparently the character generator agreed because this was the default prototype they gave me to start off with:
Some tweaking here, some facial hair there, and viola! Wardrip was born (looking a bit like Chuck Norris, in retrospect).
Ah, well, one last thing-- Wardrip needs some hardcore tattoos to accentuate his DEAR GOD IS HE ON STEROIDS?
I don't...remember the game ever giving me a Sim with such defined muscles before. I, uh, guess Ol' Wardrip is in incredible shape. I suppose this goes back to the looking a bit like Chuck Norris point I just made.
Anyhow, life is hard when you're a red-headed cowboy loner living on your own without a refrigerator or anything to do for fun. Sure, you have the fireplace, but what good is that, really? His first night in his new house, Wardrip ordered pizza to stave off the hunger and the pizza boy kicked over his trash can and laughed about it before leaving.
Welp, never let it be said Ol' Wardrip's as slow as them hens without a rooster to wake 'em. Ol' Wardrip swore from that day on he'd find a food source other than pizza that could be readily obtained and stored without a fridge. That's why he made a habit of going to the public parks and living off the limes and apples he could harvest there. And that actually worked.
In fact, he was able to save enough money to buy a picture of a giraffe family.
Don't y'all be judging. These giraffes mean more to Wardrip than any stupid "refrigerator" ever could.
Besides, the food problem was eventually resolved when he found a lone picnic basket sitting on the beach. Man, he raids that sucker when he's hankerin' for a complete meal and the limes just aren't doing it for him.
"Lord, I want to thank you for this here picnic basket..."
As for the missing fun in his life, the beach solves that too. Can anyone say "open bar"?
Nothin' like having fun the Cowboy way.
Yes-siree, after six drinks from that there bar, Ol' Wardrip's fun problems were gone as a stampede on the open plains!
And that is where I must end this update for now. There will be more on both households to come in the future, undoubtedly.
Yippee-ty-yi-yo, read alone little Wardrip...
It's another Sims 3 update!
Previous posts:
Post 1
Post 2
Post 3
Post 4
So, where did we leave off with out lively cast of characters?
Ah, right. That looks about how things should.
At any rate, where we last left our Bindersmith/Ramirez saga, Jose had passed on and Julio-Cody had legitimized his son by marrying Stacia. However, it was quickly apparent that the legitimization was going to be problematic. Namely, there's no open spot to for Bobby Bindersmith to move in with daddy and as far as I can tell, it's gonna be a bitch moving him in as an adult to continue the game. But I digress. Case and point, Stacia had to go. Now that Bobby is officially a Bindersmith, her work is done.
"Oh, Stacia," someone said one morning (probably Star, because she's the crazy Aunt), "Do you think you'd be able to upgrade this highly electronic television? I know you have nary a skill in handiness, but what's the worst that could happen?"
"Certainly," replied Stacia. And then she proceeded to earn a handiness point from the endeavor. Damn.
By zany coincidence, Julio-Cody was then struck with the notion that perhaps he and wifey should go to the local pool. You know, as a couple--get out and do things. So off to the pool they went!
"I love you," Julio-Cody said, gazing longingly into his septuagenarian beloved's wrinkly faded eyes as the two treaded the water in the cool night air.
Stacia blushed, turning a lighter shade of old. "I love you too, Julio-Cody."
They climbed from their watery retreat and embraced on the edge of the pool, sharing a passionate kiss and expressing their great feeling for one another with their tongues.
"I hope nothing tragic happens to you," Julio-Cody whispered seductively into Stacia's ear. She would have missed his sweet words on account of being deaf with age, but she had wisely thought to turn her hearing aids up before leaving the house. "That would be completely unexpected and no doubt quite devastating. I've already lost a pancreas; I can't bear losing you."
"I'm not going anywhere, darling. You can rest easy."
Julio-Cody glanced at the nearby pool chairs. "Speaking of resting, I think I'm going to take a nap."
Stacia's face brightened. "Then I'm going to jog around the pool in circles until I'm fatigued!"
After the nap/jog, for some WACKY reason, both parties decided it was time for another swim. Stacia started whining about being tired and being a drowning risk but none the less got in the pool when commanded. I mean, of her own volition.
Of course there's a risk of drowning. Now get under that water and stop breathing!
...and then she'd get out. So she'd go right back in and the drowning clock would reset at 40 minutes. And she'd get back out. And back in. And out. And back in. And out. And...
...eventually Julio-Cody had to go to work and Stacia went home.
VERY NOT DEAD.
She did faint in the sprinkler upon coming home, so I guess there is that.
I began to suspect that perhaps the game wasn't letting me kill Stacia because she was the newest addition to the household and it didn't want to sabotage the honeymoon period.
So I decided to see if I could kill off Star instead. I decided definitively that Star doesn't deserve to die of old age. Oh, no! She's the crazy aunt! She has to die of electrocution so her ghost can be sparkly and cool looking. I mean, her name is Star.
It should come as no surprise that when the computer in the basement broke, I sent untrained Star to poke around at it a bit.
Gosh! I hope nothing goes wrong!
...just like Stacia, she somehow managed to fix the device and gain handiness. These old ladies are tough, I tell you. I need different plan.
Hey, what's this?
Oh, it's just a stereo. A high tech stereo, granted. What silly goose left it in the yard? Stereos go in the house! Who knows what might happen if you leave it in the yard?
And now look! You've left it right in the path of the sprinkler! Don't you know anything, Ramirezes/Bindersmiths? You can't leave electronics in sprinkles! That'll just break them!
Star, you better get out here.
Not really sure what jellyfish have to do with this, Star.
Dammit! Someone's already turned the sprinkler on! That stereo is probably ruined! You wanna check it out, Star? You don't have to go anywhere. Think how refreshing it will be to have the sprinkler to cool you down while you work on those hot electronics?
Hm. Everything seems in order and working. I guess it was a false al-
OH NO! YOUR EVIL BROTHER-IN-LAW FILIPE HAS SHOWN UP AND HAS TURNED THAT VERY STEREO ON FOR AN EVIL DANCE WHILE YOU'RE WORKING ON IT, STAR! YOU'RE SCREWED! OH, SWEET JESUS, THE HUMANITY!!
...or you could join in the dancing. Because electronics in the water don't cause electrocution or anything.
SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH...
As it stands, everyone in the household currently is still alive and kicking. I spend all this time and effort trying to kill them and they won't die for me. It's frustrating, you know?
Which is why I have high hopes for Wardrip Hastings.
Such a beautiful family portrait.
I'm not done with the Bindersmith/Ramirez saga-- not at all. I still have quite the family plot to fill with tombstones. However, after spending hours trying to kill to elderly Sims off has failed, you feel the need to do something not quite so pathetically sad. Which is why I made this lovely little home for a lovely little cowboy.
Isn't that nice? I ended up having to sell all the wallpaper, flooring, chairs, fridge, microwave, and boombox to put it in Wardrip's price range. Apparently sweet one-room homes are too pricey for the single Sim starting on his own. No matter-- I have this delightful screen shot to refer to as I slowly accumulate the wealth necessary to buy it all back!
Hebei might remember where I ran across the name "Wardrip" before, but to the rest of you, I admit nothing. I just thought it was kinda cool and befitting a cowboy, which is precisely what I decided I wanted for that there cabin. Apparently the character generator agreed because this was the default prototype they gave me to start off with:
Some tweaking here, some facial hair there, and viola! Wardrip was born (looking a bit like Chuck Norris, in retrospect).
Ah, well, one last thing-- Wardrip needs some hardcore tattoos to accentuate his DEAR GOD IS HE ON STEROIDS?
I don't...remember the game ever giving me a Sim with such defined muscles before. I, uh, guess Ol' Wardrip is in incredible shape. I suppose this goes back to the looking a bit like Chuck Norris point I just made.
Anyhow, life is hard when you're a red-headed cowboy loner living on your own without a refrigerator or anything to do for fun. Sure, you have the fireplace, but what good is that, really? His first night in his new house, Wardrip ordered pizza to stave off the hunger and the pizza boy kicked over his trash can and laughed about it before leaving.
Welp, never let it be said Ol' Wardrip's as slow as them hens without a rooster to wake 'em. Ol' Wardrip swore from that day on he'd find a food source other than pizza that could be readily obtained and stored without a fridge. That's why he made a habit of going to the public parks and living off the limes and apples he could harvest there. And that actually worked.
In fact, he was able to save enough money to buy a picture of a giraffe family.
Don't y'all be judging. These giraffes mean more to Wardrip than any stupid "refrigerator" ever could.
Besides, the food problem was eventually resolved when he found a lone picnic basket sitting on the beach. Man, he raids that sucker when he's hankerin' for a complete meal and the limes just aren't doing it for him.
"Lord, I want to thank you for this here picnic basket..."
As for the missing fun in his life, the beach solves that too. Can anyone say "open bar"?
Nothin' like having fun the Cowboy way.
Yes-siree, after six drinks from that there bar, Ol' Wardrip's fun problems were gone as a stampede on the open plains!
And that is where I must end this update for now. There will be more on both households to come in the future, undoubtedly.
Yippee-ty-yi-yo, read alone little Wardrip...