And I am the champion! (breaks into "We are the champions, we are the champions, no time for loosers. . .oh, wait, I have to pay .99 for that music on my computer. . . sorry. )
(I was always killing those sims off ... I was utterly simicidal) LMAO! Simicidal. Brilliant! *applauses* I only killed one sim on properly on purpose before. I made one of a girl I know that I absolutely hate, then starved her to death. It was great! Another time I used the tombstone of L and D to create loads of sims, about 15 girls and 25 boys, and then picked the sims I wanted to create a cute couple. I killed off about 5 of the unwanted girls when I realised I could just delete them using moveobjects on.
SBW, why have all six of the youngsters go through college? Send a few off to the military, make one a slacker, and see how the relationships change afterwards. Envy? Respect? Inattention? My bright young ones saved me loads of money by not liking college (that's in the physical, not sim, realm). Some of the most creative folks skip college and become hydroponic gardeners, master criminals, chocolate makers....I think it's not that hard to get bored unless you keep throwing wrenches and challenges into the mix. OKAY! BACK TO TOPIC! DIARIES! Last night I tried having all the sims who wanted to have fun write in their diaries and every single one of them lost fun points! They have different personalities. So I had to send them each out to kick gnomes. It was just a big round robin of stand-up-gnome, kick-down-gnome, in the dark.
LOL Jiko. I have been playing my remaining family that still has first generation elders. Man I forgot how much of a pain those old guys are. I normally play with free will off but not with elders on the plot. Leave the silly old farts alone for two minutes and they're stood in a puddle and waving a leg and crying. Speaking of tears ... (and playing with the full deck of FFS hacks) I discovered that the old girl of the above fambly wasn't above a little woohooey-woo-ery ... with her daughter in law!!!! I soon put a stop to that! Her son came home and I suggested that he might like to run straight out back and stand beside the hot tub .... buh-doy-yoy-yoyng! Lots of slaps all round. But ah, the making up after part is always the best bit, eh? Just to get it straight: His Mom kissed his wife (a peck) in the hot tub and he slapped his wife! Well ... she was obviously leading his mommy astray.
I have absolutely no trouble killing off sims, especially when they were for some soap opera plot I'd been cooking up. For example, I had a family, the Trellnors, living in a nice, neat little mansion--it was pretty small for a mansion, but costed almost 200,000 simoleons. Anyway, there were the oldies, Hector and Victoria, and their adult son, Ben, his wife, Helena, and their teen daughter, Natalie. The whole family was made of Family sims. I lived through their family for about two simweeks, building up Helena's cooking skill, getting Natalie's grade up, and then making Ben and Helena try for a baby. It took them 3 times, but I finally heard the lullaby, and sighed in relief. Helena's pregnancy seemed longer than usual. I could've used the Inteenimator to speed it up, but, of course, when do I ever think of ways to make things easier? So I had to tolerate her moaning for Natalie to get off the toilet, smelly green trash cans, Ben's near-insanity experience... It was the worse sim-pregnancy I'd ever had. Then, WHAMMO! Paul and Diana popped out of the big shower of daisies and sparkles surrounding Helena! Of course, she'd lived through a torturous 3 day pregnancy, and skull-splitting childbirth, only to be drowned in the pool with her dearest husband. At first I felt a little hesitant, watching them scream for help and gurgle helplessly, submerged in the water. And then I felt a little bad to say in the Family Album that Helena had died in childbirth and Ben had commited suicide the next day. But it was all worth it when I got to watch Natalie look at her new baby siblings, and then collapse on the floor, twiddling her lips and hee-hawing madly in her designer cardigan sweater. After meeting with the therapist, she went a little rebellious. She walked around in the skimpiest clothes she could find at Sluts R' Us (I really did make a community lot called that) and even WooHooed with her boyfriend, Orlando Centowski--in her parents' old bed, no less! After a drinking instant meals and me pretending that they're beers, she got careless, and forgot to lock the door during on of her and Orlando's "special nights". Gramma Vicky went in because she wanted to make the bed--it seems like grandmothers everywhere have a sixth sense about cleaning--and screamed in horror at the sight of moving lumps beneath the bedsheets. Natalie jumped up and tried to pull on her fishnet shirt, and Orlando simply wrapped the sheets around himself and grinned foolishly. After a little fiddling with Merola's multi painting, Natalie collapsed on the floor yet again, and after the therapist left, she fainted. Now she's residing in a small white cell behind the mansion, is moderated by doctors throughout the day, and is mysteriously gaining weight around her stomach area.
Thank you! EDIT: Holy guacamole, that big long post I made was chock full of typos! Ah well, too late to edit it now.
Y'all need to make movies of all this Soap Opera happenings! I'd love to see all your sims! 123, you are a riot! (writing down the name "Sluts R Us": good name for a lot, maybe make a house of ill repute. )
Ah, too bad. My stupid old comp (actually, it's only about a year old, but whatever) can't make movies.
I'm thinking about making a music video consisting of all the clips I've recorded since Uni...ah streaking, bubble blowers, and cows playing the bass. Such material.
Cool Chezy!! I'd love to see it. The streaking cracks me up, I don't know why naked people dancing around is so freakin' hillarious to me.
death i think that when a sim dies we should somehow be able to read their diary. i know they don't actualy write in them but maybe pictures to atleast let us know what is going on in there!
