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Inappropriate & social butterfly.
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Jan 18, 2015 09:59
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Angler & Hates the Outdoors Let this sim's conflicting drives drive them into madness! 
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Jan 18, 2015 10:01
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Diva/Dislikes Children because breeding is overrated. 
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Jan 18, 2015 11:52
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Irresistible and socially awkward.
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Jan 18, 2015 12:36
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Anticheese posted:Angler & Hates the Outdoors Ha, jokes on you! That's the whole point of ice fishing!
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Jan 18, 2015 13:07
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Childish and dislikes children.
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Jan 18, 2015 13:25
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Dramatic and Ambitious Let's force our Sim into entertaining us with an endless barrage of negative moodlets if the stakes aren't sufficiently high!
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Jan 18, 2015 13:55
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Hydrophobic and Loves the Outdoors
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Jan 18, 2015 14:28
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Brooding and Neurotic.
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Jan 18, 2015 16:14
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Snob and Kleptomaniac. A woman of (stolen) wealth and taste.
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Jan 18, 2015 16:32
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Flirty and Neurotic
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Jan 18, 2015 16:49
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Lucky and Artistic. If at first you don't succeed, try again.
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Jan 18, 2015 16:58
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Eccentric technophobe sounds like a pretty volatile mix.
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Jan 18, 2015 17:40
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Gonna try this again, Lucky Kleptomaniac, she stole all of Samara's luck.
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Jan 18, 2015 18:36
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Okay then, let's-Theta Zero posted:Additionally, the following posters have been disqualified from this raffle for having their traits selected for the husband: Aww...Oh well, at least I got my traits picked the first time. This oughta be good.
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Jan 18, 2015 18:56
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I was going to say. "Yay, I'm disqualified!" is not something you normally say, but in this LP it is!
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Jan 18, 2015 18:59
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Handy and Unflirty
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Jan 18, 2015 19:20
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Over Emotional and Dislikes Children.
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Jan 18, 2015 21:03
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What'd make a better significant other than one that's evil and unflirty?
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Jan 18, 2015 21:54
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Lucky and Kleptomaniac
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Jan 18, 2015 22:57
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Neurotic and ambitious.
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Jan 18, 2015 23:04
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Workaholic Kleptomaniac. The working thief.
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Jan 18, 2015 23:19
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The raffle is over! The winners are: For the husband: T1g4h/Suspicious Cook with Daredevil Blastinus with Star Quality Lotish with Party Animal Gyra_Solune with Proper Wently with Genius For the wife: Simsmagic with Neurotic Snugglecakes with Flirty T-Man with Kleptomaniac Indiiea with Social Butterfly Pyroi with Lucky Click here to meet our new neighbors! Theta Zero fucked around with this message at 10:49 on Jan 19, 2015 |
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Jan 19, 2015 03:17
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Nice. Always party with the proper cravat.
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Jan 19, 2015 03:18
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Woohoo! This is going to be awesome 
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Jan 19, 2015 03:50
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Well, now that we have a Kleptomaniac, we might actually make some money, by selling the poo poo they steal.
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Jan 19, 2015 04:22
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Theta Zero posted:For the wife: I think we made the Femme Fatale. Good work, goons.
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Jan 19, 2015 04:31
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T-man posted:I think we made the Femme Fatale. Good work, goons. When will she take over the town as the new mayor and steal everything in Samara's house as Amendment 54 to the town's constitution?
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Jan 19, 2015 04:47
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Pyroi posted:When will she take over the town as the new mayor and steal everything in Samara's house as Amendment 54 to the town's constitution? Uh how about never. These new Sims will be fun, but Samara is the mayor of our hearts. She is to conquer the city, with these two as her most trusted lieutenants.
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Jan 19, 2015 06:21
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EclecticTastes posted:Uh how about never. These new Sims will be fun, but Samara is the mayor of our hearts. She is to conquer the city, with these two as her most trusted lieutenants. Who she will then kill completely unintentionally as her antics become progressively deadlier (to everyone but her, of course).
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Jan 19, 2015 06:31
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Ah, but that would mean killing Quincy and Genghis, which would be a downer. Besides, Quincy is our straight man and easy target. Genghis is our pal, and he pays good money which Samara needs right now.
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Jan 19, 2015 07:10
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Well, true. I'm thinking, Samara gets the A plot, while these two other Sims are the B plot, with each developing their own social circles. However, and this may be jumping the gun, but Quincey should remain Samara's exclusive property. The new guys can find someone else to abuse.
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Jan 19, 2015 07:34
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Our New Neighbors 13/0/21 Dear Diary, It appears some neighbors have just recently moved in. I shall welcome them to the neighborhood, perhaps warn them of the madwoman across the street. I approached their, shall we say, less-than-humble abode within mere walking distance from my own. In was incredible. A true monument to how class and refinement still exists even in modern day. Finally, I thought, neighbors of distinction. Or at least of wealth. I found it pertinent to introduce myself, first. But a true man does not simply barge into a home like a simple-minded brute. However, the gentleman or lady of the household was not visibly present, so I requested the location of either from their children. I've written before that I'm not one for...children. But this child... I can only assume was the result of some sort of inferior breeding. Which I had unintentionally stated as a greeting to the child. Granted, my approach to my request was...impolite, especially for a young girl. Perhaps even patronizing. Perhaps. But goodness, such foul language from a mere child. It may be a better option to question the younger child, I pondered. But, as I have said, I am not one for socializing with simple children. The child, nay, mere toddler, was too young to have any linguistic capabilities. My efforts thus far were ultimately fruitless. I followed the noise of crackling, the scent of smokey wood burning filled my nostrils as I approached. The smoke stinging my eyes while I became closer. As I neared, I spotted a young man, no older than his teenaged years, kindling a fire. He clearly appeared related to the previous children, given his... Or rather...his family's strong resemblance. But the fire he was attending began to blaze out of control, more than a mere young adult could possibly contain. Yet this young man continued to add log upon log of fuel. I dismissed my request in order contain the situation at hand. I demanded the young man to cease and assess what consequences his actions may have. He smirked, and brandished a vial of a liquid fuel of sorts. With a demented look in his eye, he readied the vial and... Doused me with the volatile liquid. Given my proximity to the blaze, I was immediately immolated. Thankfully, my new neighbors were of such high stature as to be able to afford a pool on their property. But these children...their behavior is nothing if not deserving to be reprimanded. Their parents absolutely must be informed of such reprehensible actions. I brutishly forced my way into the building, and followed the sound of what appeared to be classical music. I quickly found the source. The father of the household, dressed in what I can only assume is some sort of foreign garb. I approached him. Incredible, a man of such refinement that I would dare call proper! But...his gaze... Behind the façade of propriety, his gaze seemed to hide... A sort of...intensity, like a feral animal. Now, I'm not one to proclaim their own fashion sense, given my own admittedly adolescent taste in attire... I'll be the first to admit that I do have quite the affinity for the comfort of vests and simple jeans over the suffocating constriction of suits and dress pants... But this man's attire was simply too garish, for better words. I felt as though my eyes were beginning to stress under the sheer overwhelming color. I noticed his reading material, which I felt I had rudely intruded upon. Ah, I proclaimed, a fellow scholar? Perhaps, I continued, would you be interested in a discussion of the intellectual minds? He reacted by...assaulting me with a pillow, and yelling, insultingly I may add, that I was a, quote unquote "nerd". His laughter pierced like daggers. I was...infuriated. Nay, I was humiliated, outraged, and insulted! How, I asked, demandingly; how can a man simply betray his proper nature for such petty frivolity? How can it be possible that a man spontaneously switches from indulging into intellectual stimulation, into displaying such blatant anti-intellectualism? This man was insane. My emotions were...indescribable. I was mocked by some...court jester, yet outplayed in propriety by the same man! How can this be? Thankfully, I collected myself, and found the lady of the household. It appeared that I intruded on some sort of...unusual ritual. As I approached, she was furiously washing her hands, checking the sink and drawers for some sort of hidden entity, and...inanely babbling to herself. I quietly acquired her attention, and I... I was ashamed by my reaction. But this woman...she was... Indescribable. Unimaginable. Inhuman. Her face was a sort of...bizarre, sick mockery of the human form. I reacted ungentlemanly, but she was undeterred, and welcomed me into her home while brandishing an unnerving smile. She clumsily grabbed the bouquet from the windowsill behind her. She sheepishly offered them to me. I replied with a smirk. Ordinarily it is the old neighbors welcoming the new, I quipped. But, I continued, I'll happily accept your gift. I meant only the most platonic of intentions, but she interpreted my kindness differently, and approached. Approached...uncomfortably close. And then she...she... ...Violated me... Horrified, I forced her away. The taste on my lips was...revolting. But it pales in comparison to the absolute...disgust, the utter violation of civility, privacy... Thus, I fled. My short-lived hope that I may finally have a neighbor deserving of respect, a neighbor of refinement were ultimately shattered. Instead, I was gifted a family of lunatics. Gifted an entire household of...what I can only describe as clones of that madwoman. I hold nothing but scorn now. Disdain for the future. Contempt for my current situation. But most of all, I loathe this neighborhood--nay, this entire town, for the constant troglodytes that it seems to have a nary but endless supply of that have a...vendetta against me, what I stand for, and my own safety. As if they will not rest until my life comes to a brutal, miserable end. In short, this is why I'm buying a gun.
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NANOMACHINES, SON! Seriously, the gently caress is up with those veins!?
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Jan 19, 2015 11:21
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Dear God, it's like Kefka had a family. And the dad's outfit... I can't look directly at it. It's too eye-searing.
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Jan 19, 2015 11:47
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Why so SERIOUS?! Yes, these people will do just nicely as Samara's personal Goldfish Poop Gang-esque flunkies. Well done, thread. Well done indeed.
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Jan 19, 2015 12:17
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Voted 5 It's over, this can't be topped.
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Jan 19, 2015 17:13
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quincy will never be allowed to die we will turn him into an immortal robot.
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Yapping Eevee posted:Dear God, it's like Kefka had a family. Kefka? Forget Kefka, this poo poo's right outta Kafka. And it is perfect.  Also, yes, Quincey must become Samara's immortal best friend forever. Eternally wishing for a merciful end to his existence as he is constantly forced to endure the ever-increasing madness of the maniac who considers him her closest, most trusted, and favorite friend. Holy poo poo, we're just making a darker and more horrifying version of Spongebob Squarepants.
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