Another Blinkin' ISBI 0.0
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SUP KIDS! It's back! I'm back! Backstreet's back! Kill me now! So yeah, hopefully this version won't fail. It's a whole new beginning - perfect for me finally wrenching free of the shackles of the school year.
That's right. It's back! -Ish. Kind of. I decided to go holus-bolus and try for a new founder, but I had several ideas for one and couldn't decide. So I merrily ganked issi_sims's idea of having a showdown where one essentially puts 8 Sims in Asylum-like conditions, does not do a thing to control any of them, and uses the last survivor as their founder.
Well, hey, if it's gonna be an ISBI, they should understand the plight of their idiots loved ones...
And before they're even inside, they're building a fine rapport with one another. I didn't even try to take a formal group shot.
Let's meet the Blinks!
Unsavoury lot, this. Let's see how it winnows itself down.
By alcohol poisoning. Sure. Fine. We're all adults here.
Frank: Oh my goodness, such delicious hot dogs have ne'er been seen!
Dirt, bugs and plague: *get in them*
Bell: And then he gave me a pearl necklace. It was kind of -
Dot: Hot?
Das: Demeaning?
Bell: ... God, you guys are gutterbrained.
Oh, well, then. You're all lushes. Look at those cups in the background and then look me in the eye and tell me you're okay to drive.
Or to walk. Gawdam house of sin up in here.
First romance. I have ACR. I can do nothing.
IF THERE ARE GAYBABIES, I WILL ABORT THEM.
Ditto.
Hey, no reason to be ashamed, Bef. You're allowed to find it hot.
Bef: You misinterpret my facepalm, sir.
So very, very close, Das, and yet so far.
Empty bed: I want you in me.
Whoopsies. *choiced*
Red: Ah, sweet Doubtless! Have I ever told you how I admire your ridiculous punky beauty?
Dot: Eat the hot dogs and talk to the baby mama.
These adorable guys vs. Bell and Dot. ACR does good relationship realism.
Das: Looove the smell of gay in the morning.
Get your free sample of Dastardly-recommended gay today!
Effective: If I turn over and close my ears, it isn't happening right across the room.
Bell: The fuck you mean I can't woo my lady??
Frank: zzzhehehezzz
Bef: Egg joke that has been in every Legacy since the beginning of time?
Red: Hell naw.
Poor bastard still thinks he has a shot with Dot.
On the other hand, they all would have died of flies by now if it weren't for him.
Bef: UGH! HDU clean up! I had this perfectly timed so that none of the guys would see me making sandwiches! Now they're going to mock me endlessly and it's YOUR FAULT!
You may notice an absence of bubble hookah in future pictures.
Frank: No, no, no, that's a misconception. If you're doing it right, handcuffs are completely unnecessary.
Red and Effective: *wonderment!*
I will admit, withdrawal is a bit of a bitch.
Frank: Oh, yeah, I'll tell you how to eat a hot dog, baby.
Bef: Hate to rain on your parade, but the rest of the world still exists and is not impressed.
Red: I think I just dislocated my brain.
First sign of Aspiration failure. But Bell, you have sexings! How can you worry?
Red: Hey! Hey! Dot, hey! You'll never guess what Bef just tol -
Dot: Ugh, you smell like you. Go away.
That's right, Bell. Now that you've found the bar, you can drink the stink away.
Took this cap because Red's “I'm HUNGRY!” noise is something along the lines of “ABLABLABLARGH!” It is hi-larious.
Dot: This mix is new to me. What's in it?
Bell: MY TE-E-E-EARS!
Dot: Oh. ...It's pretty tasty.
Ball: Thanks!
Bell: Hold on, I'll make some more. Hit me.
Dot: One or both of us is going to die in this house.
Bell: ...nope, already knew that. Try again.
Dot: The Creator is going to close the bar.
Bell: WHAT BAWWW
Red: Oh, hi! You're in your underwear! Want a massage?
Bef: Mm, I take this to mean you've given up on Dot?
Red: Dot? Who's Dot?
Bef: Oh, the girl who just jumped in the pool.
Red: WHAT
I would like to note that this pool never had a ladder and will never have one.
Das! Not you, too! Damn. I had you both pegged as favourites.
Das: WHAT YOU MEAN THERE'S NO LADDER
Dot: I'm sure Bell will pull me out. Bell? Come help?
...I am just as confused as you are.
We interrupt your drowning for an interlude of cute.
Bell: Dot? Sweetie, are you - ...oh god.
Death: You're Doubtless, correct? Hmm. Mm-hmm. Looking good. Oh, oh dear. You perpetuated stereotypes of lesbians as man-hating extreme feminists? You'll have to to spend 150 years starring in Sex and the City for that.
Das: Yes, yes, all fine and good, somebody get me a GD LADDER!
Das: Or maybe just a sandwich! Bell! Bell, could you get some grub for a buddy and just... toss it in?
Bell: O woe! O sorrow! I cannot see or hear for my grief!
Inscrutable: Whooo wants a sammich!
Frank: How can you be so cheerful?! Dot is dead!
Inscrutable: Who cares! I have sandwiches!
Inscrutable: You'll see. Sandwiches solve everything!
Bell: You know, I think some company would help me through my grief...
Bef: Uh... I see no grief.
Bell: Oh, right. I am so, so torn up. Boo hoo. Sleep with me?
Frank: Heyyy, pool party time! 'Sup, guys?
Bell: FRANK! WHAT THE HELL!
Inscrutable: DAS DROWNED!
Frank: SAY WHUT
Death: Honey, that makeup did your complexion no good.
Frank: Well, fuck that noise, then!
Red: Word. Sandwiches?
Frank: Bone idea. You, me, a little peanut butter...
Red: I... will be in a corner. Hiding.
Bell: Yo, 'sup?
Effective: Nammuch. You?
Bell: Eh.
Inscrutable: Good funeral today, eh?
Bell: Yeah. Nice.
Inscrutable: I wonder who's gonna survive.
Effective: If anyone.
Bell: ...good luck, guys.
Kiddos, keep it clean until you're upstairs.
Frank: I'm just moppin'. Just some nice, innocent moppin'. Yeahhh.
That was quick.
Ultimate expression of love etc.
She cries a lot. For her newly deceased friends? No. For her own imminent doom? No. Because I haven't bought any paintings or sculptures for her.
And it had to be Sunday, too. And a Bud? Really, dude? American beer. Pfeh.
Inscrutable: Heyyy, Red, whassup? You got a minute?
Frank: Better use it to get out of my way. I have to hit that right now.
Red: *is appropriately sketched out*
Then the fridge ran out and I was frustrated because people weren't dying fast enough so I kind of shoved the bar against the wall. And then this happened.
In a few hours, it had gone from a simple inconvenience to a cause of major distress, mostly because Bell showed up.
What?! Frank?! Oh noes!
Red: I'll miss your inappropriate advances... I'd have been your sandwich if I'd only known you'd go like this!
Far from grieving, everyone was elated because I replaced the fridge and pushed the bar back out.
Though some did not put as good a foot forward as others.
He couldn't get to the food in time without passing out. I'll miss you, Red, even if no one else cares!
Could be worse... I guess...
A lot worse...
Poor Inscrutable became totally incompetent without his beloved Frank.
He, too, ended up dying of starvation. I don't know why I didn't get a cap.
NONONOhthankgod.
D'OHHHHWHY
Bell: PUT IN A LADDER OR I SHALL PEE IN THE POOL
You wouldn't.
Bell: BITCH I GOT NOTHING TO LOSE
No. I shall not meet your demands.
Bell: Oh, goddamn. OH! BEFUDDLED! BEFFIE BABY! C'MON, HELP OUT YOUR LOVER, GIRL!
Bef: Hmm. The wind is strong today.
May you spend the afterlife in Margaritaville, Belligerent.
SHIT SHIT NO NO NO NO
Bef: On second thought, COLD COLD COLD
*exhales*
With only two left, things got rather dull.
But I learned that ghosts cast shadows. Fun!
And that they really care about what Effective writes in his diary.
And that Bef really, really hates them.
Bef: Don't come over, Effective. I just... er, I need to clean up.
Effective: She won't know I'm here. She won't know I'm here. She won't know I'm here.
Over the last few days, they formed a friendship, having nothing else to do.
With only one bed space left, the chair became the next best place to sleep...
...and for Bef to whinge about not having a job.
Whu?
Well, I guess if one of you is doomed to die...
WAIT NO DON'T DO IT
...ow.
It's not a given! The ghosts still might scare Bef to death.
But no! Morning comes and the deep claims Effective!
Befuddled Blink! Guess what?
Bef: I HAVE NO MONEY! What do you want?
You're the Blink founder!
Bef: Effy is... dead?
Yep!
Bef: GOD WHYYYY
That's right! We have a founder! Tune in next time as she tries to produce a second generation for Another Blinkin' ISBI!
By the way, does anyone know the CSS code to add a header image? I've tried three different ways, but apparently I am a dork unworthy of such awesomeness.
SUP KIDS! It's back! I'm back! Backstreet's back! Kill me now! So yeah, hopefully this version won't fail. It's a whole new beginning - perfect for me finally wrenching free of the shackles of the school year.
That's right. It's back! -Ish. Kind of. I decided to go holus-bolus and try for a new founder, but I had several ideas for one and couldn't decide. So I merrily ganked issi_sims's idea of having a showdown where one essentially puts 8 Sims in Asylum-like conditions, does not do a thing to control any of them, and uses the last survivor as their founder.
Well, hey, if it's gonna be an ISBI, they should understand the plight of their idiots loved ones...
And before they're even inside, they're building a fine rapport with one another. I didn't even try to take a formal group shot.
Let's meet the Blinks!
Unsavoury lot, this. Let's see how it winnows itself down.
By alcohol poisoning. Sure. Fine. We're all adults here.
Frank: Oh my goodness, such delicious hot dogs have ne'er been seen!
Dirt, bugs and plague: *get in them*
Bell: And then he gave me a pearl necklace. It was kind of -
Dot: Hot?
Das: Demeaning?
Bell: ... God, you guys are gutterbrained.
Oh, well, then. You're all lushes. Look at those cups in the background and then look me in the eye and tell me you're okay to drive.
Or to walk. Gawdam house of sin up in here.
First romance. I have ACR. I can do nothing.
IF THERE ARE GAYBABIES, I WILL ABORT THEM.
Ditto.
Hey, no reason to be ashamed, Bef. You're allowed to find it hot.
Bef: You misinterpret my facepalm, sir.
So very, very close, Das, and yet so far.
Empty bed: I want you in me.
Whoopsies. *choiced*
Red: Ah, sweet Doubtless! Have I ever told you how I admire your ridiculous punky beauty?
Dot: Eat the hot dogs and talk to the baby mama.
These adorable guys vs. Bell and Dot. ACR does good relationship realism.
Das: Looove the smell of gay in the morning.
Get your free sample of Dastardly-recommended gay today!
Effective: If I turn over and close my ears, it isn't happening right across the room.
Bell: The fuck you mean I can't woo my lady??
Frank: zzzhehehezzz
Bef: Egg joke that has been in every Legacy since the beginning of time?
Red: Hell naw.
Poor bastard still thinks he has a shot with Dot.
On the other hand, they all would have died of flies by now if it weren't for him.
Bef: UGH! HDU clean up! I had this perfectly timed so that none of the guys would see me making sandwiches! Now they're going to mock me endlessly and it's YOUR FAULT!
You may notice an absence of bubble hookah in future pictures.
Frank: No, no, no, that's a misconception. If you're doing it right, handcuffs are completely unnecessary.
Red and Effective: *wonderment!*
I will admit, withdrawal is a bit of a bitch.
Frank: Oh, yeah, I'll tell you how to eat a hot dog, baby.
Bef: Hate to rain on your parade, but the rest of the world still exists and is not impressed.
Red: I think I just dislocated my brain.
First sign of Aspiration failure. But Bell, you have sexings! How can you worry?
Red: Hey! Hey! Dot, hey! You'll never guess what Bef just tol -
Dot: Ugh, you smell like you. Go away.
That's right, Bell. Now that you've found the bar, you can drink the stink away.
Took this cap because Red's “I'm HUNGRY!” noise is something along the lines of “ABLABLABLARGH!” It is hi-larious.
Dot: This mix is new to me. What's in it?
Bell: MY TE-E-E-EARS!
Dot: Oh. ...It's pretty tasty.
Ball: Thanks!
Bell: Hold on, I'll make some more. Hit me.
Dot: One or both of us is going to die in this house.
Bell: ...nope, already knew that. Try again.
Dot: The Creator is going to close the bar.
Bell: WHAT BAWWW
Red: Oh, hi! You're in your underwear! Want a massage?
Bef: Mm, I take this to mean you've given up on Dot?
Red: Dot? Who's Dot?
Bef: Oh, the girl who just jumped in the pool.
Red: WHAT
I would like to note that this pool never had a ladder and will never have one.
Das! Not you, too! Damn. I had you both pegged as favourites.
Das: WHAT YOU MEAN THERE'S NO LADDER
Dot: I'm sure Bell will pull me out. Bell? Come help?
...I am just as confused as you are.
We interrupt your drowning for an interlude of cute.
Bell: Dot? Sweetie, are you - ...oh god.
Death: You're Doubtless, correct? Hmm. Mm-hmm. Looking good. Oh, oh dear. You perpetuated stereotypes of lesbians as man-hating extreme feminists? You'll have to to spend 150 years starring in Sex and the City for that.
Das: Yes, yes, all fine and good, somebody get me a GD LADDER!
Das: Or maybe just a sandwich! Bell! Bell, could you get some grub for a buddy and just... toss it in?
Bell: O woe! O sorrow! I cannot see or hear for my grief!
Inscrutable: Whooo wants a sammich!
Frank: How can you be so cheerful?! Dot is dead!
Inscrutable: Who cares! I have sandwiches!
Inscrutable: You'll see. Sandwiches solve everything!
Bell: You know, I think some company would help me through my grief...
Bef: Uh... I see no grief.
Bell: Oh, right. I am so, so torn up. Boo hoo. Sleep with me?
Frank: Heyyy, pool party time! 'Sup, guys?
Bell: FRANK! WHAT THE HELL!
Inscrutable: DAS DROWNED!
Frank: SAY WHUT
Death: Honey, that makeup did your complexion no good.
Frank: Well, fuck that noise, then!
Red: Word. Sandwiches?
Frank: Bone idea. You, me, a little peanut butter...
Red: I... will be in a corner. Hiding.
Bell: Yo, 'sup?
Effective: Nammuch. You?
Bell: Eh.
Inscrutable: Good funeral today, eh?
Bell: Yeah. Nice.
Inscrutable: I wonder who's gonna survive.
Effective: If anyone.
Bell: ...good luck, guys.
Kiddos, keep it clean until you're upstairs.
Frank: I'm just moppin'. Just some nice, innocent moppin'. Yeahhh.
That was quick.
Ultimate expression of love etc.
She cries a lot. For her newly deceased friends? No. For her own imminent doom? No. Because I haven't bought any paintings or sculptures for her.
And it had to be Sunday, too. And a Bud? Really, dude? American beer. Pfeh.
Inscrutable: Heyyy, Red, whassup? You got a minute?
Frank: Better use it to get out of my way. I have to hit that right now.
Red: *is appropriately sketched out*
Then the fridge ran out and I was frustrated because people weren't dying fast enough so I kind of shoved the bar against the wall. And then this happened.
In a few hours, it had gone from a simple inconvenience to a cause of major distress, mostly because Bell showed up.
What?! Frank?! Oh noes!
Red: I'll miss your inappropriate advances... I'd have been your sandwich if I'd only known you'd go like this!
Far from grieving, everyone was elated because I replaced the fridge and pushed the bar back out.
Though some did not put as good a foot forward as others.
He couldn't get to the food in time without passing out. I'll miss you, Red, even if no one else cares!
Could be worse... I guess...
A lot worse...
Poor Inscrutable became totally incompetent without his beloved Frank.
He, too, ended up dying of starvation. I don't know why I didn't get a cap.
NONONOhthankgod.
D'OHHHHWHY
Bell: PUT IN A LADDER OR I SHALL PEE IN THE POOL
You wouldn't.
Bell: BITCH I GOT NOTHING TO LOSE
No. I shall not meet your demands.
Bell: Oh, goddamn. OH! BEFUDDLED! BEFFIE BABY! C'MON, HELP OUT YOUR LOVER, GIRL!
Bef: Hmm. The wind is strong today.
May you spend the afterlife in Margaritaville, Belligerent.
SHIT SHIT NO NO NO NO
Bef: On second thought, COLD COLD COLD
*exhales*
With only two left, things got rather dull.
But I learned that ghosts cast shadows. Fun!
And that they really care about what Effective writes in his diary.
And that Bef really, really hates them.
Bef: Don't come over, Effective. I just... er, I need to clean up.
Effective: She won't know I'm here. She won't know I'm here. She won't know I'm here.
Over the last few days, they formed a friendship, having nothing else to do.
With only one bed space left, the chair became the next best place to sleep...
...and for Bef to whinge about not having a job.
Whu?
Well, I guess if one of you is doomed to die...
WAIT NO DON'T DO IT
...ow.
It's not a given! The ghosts still might scare Bef to death.
But no! Morning comes and the deep claims Effective!
Befuddled Blink! Guess what?
Bef: I HAVE NO MONEY! What do you want?
You're the Blink founder!
Bef: Effy is... dead?
Yep!
Bef: GOD WHYYYY
That's right! We have a founder! Tune in next time as she tries to produce a second generation for Another Blinkin' ISBI!
By the way, does anyone know the CSS code to add a header image? I've tried three different ways, but apparently I am a dork unworthy of such awesomeness.