Taylor Family NLC 4.5 Prologue
Warnings: One "Disturbing" Mature Kind of Image, New Legacy Fail, and Some Dark Pictures
Hey everyone!
It's been so long since my last update, but this morning at 1AM yesterday I was suddenly overcome with a major creative urge, and the result is the beginning of my newest legacy, The Taylor NLC 4.5 Legacy. This is an (unofficial) NLC legacy. For more info on NLC challenges, head over to S2S to find out more.
Why is it unoffcial, you ask? Well, I seem to have missed the deadline for officially posting over at S2S, but I feel like posting here would be better anyway, since I never know when I will be called away from Sims, and I didn't feel like the deadline would work for my situation.
NOTE: Because of the nature of this prologue, images are purposely darker, hazier, or blurred.
(Although, Photobucket did manage to eat the quality a bit... Never fails, I swear...)
Anyway, enjoy!
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Another night at the bar.
I shouldn't be gambling so hard. I know I shouldn't, especially since I've blown so much in the past few months...
I pitch in a couple chips after the river is tossed down. 7 of clubs. Damn.
I pick up what's left of my meager stack of chips and withdraw from the table.
"Better luck tomorrow, Craig." Matt says, winking at me. I play against the guy almost every night.
I also seem to lose to him every night.
Yeah, yeah, I grumble to myself.
I turn around and head towards the bar, taking my usual place. The seat is worn and forms perfectly to me as I sit. I figure it's from me coming here so often.
"Another round?" Jeff asks, eyeing me as I sit there staring off.
He knows me all too well.
"Sure, sure," I mumble, not bothering to glance over.
Drinking. Another thing I shouldn't be so tied up in. I never was before.
But it's become my vice.
I'm beginning to believe I can't get through the night without numbing myself to the point of unconsciousness.
Jeff slides the glass down in front of me and goes back to the sink. I look at it and can't help but notice how full it is.
This is how he sees me now? I wince, disconcerted.
Nonetheless, I take a sip. And another.
And another.
After the third drink, my senses are starting to dull. But something's off tonight.
My head begins to swim more than usual. My vision becomes more and more blurred and distorted.
Suddenly, the memory hits, as if a semi-truck slammed right into me.
The image sears my brain, piercing my heart in the process.
The shadowy scene fades out as I try to regain my bearings. I strain to steady myself, finding it hard to take in breaths.
It takes all I have not to break down right there on the countertop, but finally my heart rate begins to slow and my tensed-up muscles begin to relax.
No one seemed to see the episode unfold. Cringing, I hesitantly reach for my glass.
How can I make it stop? I need this all to go away already! I think to myself angrily.
Maybe this isn't helping anymore...
I glance down and look at the glass, half full with the noxious liquid.
I tentatively set it back on the countertop.
But what can I do? I have to do something. I muse to myself as I look off at the bar scene around me.
Anything.
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That's all for now. :)
It's been so long, I feel a little rusty. :P
I did notice that I didn't place ceilings in the bar, which explains the hole in some of the pictures. I fixed this in game.
Other than that, any comments, criticisms, and suggestions are always appreciated!
Check back for what happens next!