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Whatever we end up wishing for, we should most certainly make sure to befriend the genie before we return home because of reasons.
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I vote Beauty. God knows she could use it.
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Fortune, that way Samara can get a bigger house. She doesn't need a car anymore, she has a vacuum that goes faster than one. Also, we likely should befriend the genie, that way we might be able to get nice stuff.
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Long life, fortune, and free the genie.
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Free the Genie, marry the genie, milk her for unlimited spouse wishes.
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Gridlocked posted:Free the Genie, marry the genie, milk her for unlimited spouse wishes. YES. DO THIS.
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Please don't milk your spouse.
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Gridlocked posted:Free the Genie, marry the genie, milk her for unlimited spouse wishes. This but all the wishes are for menial poo poo.
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tlarn posted:This but all the wishes are for menial poo poo. "Honey... I wish those dishes would be cleaned." "..." "I said, I WISH-" "Yes, yes, I heard you." *sighs, puts down newspaper, claps hands*
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MarquiseMindfang posted:"Honey... I wish those dishes would be cleaned." I prefer the even more mundane solution.
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See if you can get the genie to clean the house. Also befriend her and free her once you get back home. Edit: Also work some more on alchemy stuff so you can turn a random person into a mummy. LifeofaGuardian fucked around with this message at 19:50 on Mar 31, 2015 |
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MarquiseMindfang posted:"Honey... I wish those dishes would be cleaned." That is pretty much all you can do with a genie spouse anyway. They lose actual wish powers when you free them.
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Mar 29, 2015 17:54
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Obviously Samara needs a fortune so that she can build a much larger, terrible-looking, rundown shack. Then fill it with the most expensive items possible. No one must suspect she's rich. 
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Fortune, of course. That underground lair isn't going to pay for itself. Also glad to see my vote for the vacuum won
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Which supposedly requires the same amount of effort as a science degree for some reason.  Also it's the middle of summer, so it probably won't snow at all. But just to be safe, we're going to check the weather forecast.  See? Nice and sunn-- Wait what? Heavy snowfall!? In 70 degree weather!? And why would it get colder when the sun is out than when it isn't!?  MONDAY  Wakey-wakey, shake and bakey.  Ah, lowly wish-servant! How nice of you to arrive! We've decided that our first wish for you to grant shall be...  Beauty! Not that we really need it, mind you. We're already beautiful enough as it is. But we can't led those supermodels have the leg-up on us, can we? Chop chop, before somebody more pretty than us is born.    Uh...you just...manicured our nails.  Wait, does that mean that we can't get any prettier? Ha, great! Y'know, we had our suspicions, but-- Wait a second...that felt like a wasted wish...  It took a lot of effort to rub that teapot, y'know, and you hardly even lifted your pinky finger granting us our wish. This deal seems a little bit skewed in your favor...  How about we compromise in order for you to pick up the slack? Not an extra wish or anything, just...some housecleaning, perhaps?  We've got a lot of dirty laundry around the dorm...  ...Our bathroom is starting to form its own sub-cultures, if you're picking up what we're laying down...  ...And the outside of our dorm is covered in graffiti. We'll need you to clean that up too, 'cause we need more space to put even more graffiti.  Don't worry, we'll allow you a couple of 5-minute breaks for every three hours of work. We're not slave drivers, here. So get to it, lowly wish-servant. Your master commands it!    Uh...  ...Oooh, right. You can just magic the mess away, right? Let's take a look at her spotless handiwork.  Hey! There's five times as many piles of dirty laundry! Did our lowly wish-servant do this!? She won't get away with this!  Prepare yourself, because the internet will not forget your transgressions so easily!  You'll never work in the wish-granting business again! ... Guess we should clean this up now.  Last batch aaand...  Ugh, good lord!  Phew. Okay. Can't believe we managed to stuff all that laundry in there. It's like a little pocket dimension in this washing machine.    All clean.  For our physical education degree, they gave us another Mr. Bones.  We shouldn't really need to use this too much. It's just physical education, it honestly can't be that hard.  Instead let's practice our art skills. Samara's going to have to go back in for that fine arts degree anyways.  Huh. Not bad. Looks like Samara's skill level is in doodle tier.  But will it blend?  What do you know? All that time practicing finally paid off. It's...weird seeing Samara be good at things. And before you say anything: it's weird seeing Samara be good at things that are productive.    Cash explosion! 11 bucks well earned.  Hey, you. We got better at drawing. Get naked.  Almost finished, and...  Tah-dah! All done!  It was hard to see past the mosaic censor, so we took a lot of liberties.  Wait a second, that was surprisingly high quality just after that kind of average doodle Samara made. Which one was just a fluke?  Huh. A few weeks ago, Samara could hardly draw a straight line, let alone color within them. Now she's drawing...  ...Well, pretty decent stuff. Guess college is good for something after all.    Even her graffiti, which was pretty decent to begin with, is starting to look really good.  She what? Samara mastered a skill? Like, she can't get any better than she already is? Normally that only happens because she's just incapable of learning. What's going on?  ...Wait, how did we do that?  TUESDAY  Make bank!  Ooh yeah!  Man, we should just quit working and live life off the money we make for these paintings! ...  ...Okay that's a bad idea. Let's just use our little hobby to boost our funds a little bit. That's a bit more sensible. Time to head to class.  Wait...it's lecture day... ...  ...So where were we?  Oho! Beautiful!  Just imagine...museums displaying Samara's beautiful pieces of art...displayed next to Vick Vangosso and Michael Davinci or whatever.  No! That's not enough! There will be entire museums, devoted to displaying our masterpieces! We're going to be rich!  Wait a second. We don't have to wait for the world to recognize our genius for us to make a lot of money...  Lowly wish-servant, arise!  Wha--  Who the hell are you!? Where's our usual lowly wish-servant!?  You replaced her? She quit!? Listen, whoever you are, you can take her papers of resignation or whatever, and--  Wait, does that mean we get more wishes?  Actually forget it. New lowly wish-servant! Your master commands thee...grant us...fortune!    Ohoho! You can just hear our bank account filling!  $100,000!? That's...you...    That's incredible! Imagine all the things we can do, all the stuff we can buy, all the people we can bribe! Do we even need a college education now? Wait...can we buy our college degrees? Does it work like that?  That was enough to complete our Lifetime Wish! In just one go! Whoever you are, lowly wish-servant, you deserve a--  Oh, he's gone. ...Wow, our roommate can sleep through anything.  ...  ...What are we going to do with all this money?  YEE--  --HAW!  C'mon, Bertha! Is that all you got!?  You've gotta try harder than tha--    Heh. That was awesome.  WEDNESDAY  Bah-bah-bah...  BOOM!  STEEE-RIKE!  Unh!  Who's bad!?  We're bad! Aw yeah!  ...What? It's a rental.    This isn't.  This is gonna be awesome.    Yep, it is!    ...It was. Not so much now. ...We should probably just stick with painting.  THURSDAY  Hey, this self portrait didn't turn out so bad.  Looks like we're ready to begin our...collection... But now we need...our first victim...  Oh hey, didn't see you there. How would you like for a professional painter to paint your portrait? All you gotta do is stand there and look pretty.  Close enough.  And done!  Now if only we knew her name.  Oh well. We'll take all these paintings and hang them up in our house. That way, we can take all our college friends with us back home! Metaphorically, of course.  Also, for some reason, whenever people walk into the girl's shower room, they panic like they're on fire.  Maybe it has something to do with all the flies in there.  FRIDAY  It's Finals Friday! You know what that means. That's right!  It's time for the Finals Friday Fire!  Honestly, people. Are you just doing this on purpose? You're just lucky the college has to pay for the damages.  Enough goofing around, it's time for our first exam. Because it's physical education, it shouldn't be too hard to--  Gee, thanks professor. Isn't it kind of late to do that anyways?  Now then. Onto our next exam.  ...Don't make us blog about you. 'Cause we will.  Whatever. We managed to ace the final exam despite our professor's words of encouragement. Now to head home and wait for our report to come in reading our favorite letter of the alphabet. Well, second-favorite; behind "J" of course.   Told you. ☐ Travel abroad ☐ Tragic clown to the face ☐ Adopt a magical unicorn ☐ Blame it on Quincey ☐ Time travel ☐ Become an official criminal ☐ Become a licensed everything ☐ Give something to Quincey that may or may not explode ☐ Never let Clayton escape ☐ Christmas in July Snowflake Day in Summer ☐ Introduce Quincey to Brenda ☐ Get a post-graduation makeover ☐ Try forming a band ☐ Make the blog to end all blogs ☐ Make a game room in the basement ☑ Draw portraits of everybody ☐ Stop the freak show ☐ Let Quincey have the Sunbeams experience ☐ Make friends with the genie ☐ Do some more alchemy ☑ Decide what to wish for ☐ Free that genie ☑ Make her clean the house
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When we leave college, bring all our newfound poo poo with us. Also, take stuff from the dorm when we leave. As collateral.
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Wait, do we or do we not have a genie anymore?
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Of course we do. Just not the same genie. We're going to free him/her next.
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Shame you can't marry him and have his kids. I've wanted to see what they look like as they get less and less genie.
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Lord Windy posted:Shame you can't marry him and have his kids. I've wanted to see what they look like as they get less and less genie. What do you mean we can't?
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quote:Her expression is just priceless. "Is she for real?" Yay for fulfilling lifetime wish! It's too bad you can't get another one like in Sims 2. What will Samara- oh wait there's a fuckoff big wishlist right there and money to fund it :P Lord Windy posted:Shame you can't marry him and have his kids. I've wanted to see what they look like as they get less and less genie. Once genie is freed, you can.
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Free and then marry the genie. Make half genie babies.
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^ I concur. Turn down the lights, turn up the Katy Tiz and roll the pacifier.
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You kidding me? Marry a genie and miss out on all of those sweet wishes? Keep the genie enslaved. They should have thought about being a magical being before they became one.
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College: Week 9 To do ☐ Travel abroad ☐ Tragic clown to the face ☐ Adopt a magical unicorn ☐ Blame it on Quincey ☐ Time travel ☐ Become an official criminal ☐ Become a licensed everything ☐ Give something to Quincey that may or may not explode ☐ Never let Clayton escape ☐ ☐ Introduce Quincey to Brenda ☐ Get a post-graduation makeover ☐ Try forming a band ☐ Make the blog to end all blogs ☐ Make a game room in the basement ☐ Stop the freak show ☐ Let Quincey have the Sunbeams experience ☐ Make friends with the genie ☐ Do some more alchemy ☐ Free that genie  AAAAAAUUUGGGHHH!!!  Huh? Uh, sorry. Didn't see you there.  ... This college thing is getting real old. Let's just see how Gengis is doing this week.  MONDAY  Everything seems so...blurry...  Oh, wait. It's just because the textures haven't loaded in.  Let's just grab some free breakfast before we leave. Most of this stuff's spoiled anyways, Samara won't miss it.  Time to face Gengis's hubris...  Quincey! Love Guru Gengis is here! ...Quincey?  ...Yeah, Gengis thought that was an ugly chair too. Look at you, you're all pent up.  Gengis has been thinking about last time he was around. Y'know...words got thrown around. Mean words. Hurtful words. But...on reflection...which you can no longer see being a Dracula-wereman-patsy...  Gengis decided not to burn this bridge. He forgives you. Now then, how about that online dating? Let's give it one last try, for old time's sake.  Huh.  Was this always smoking?  Here, move aside. Gengis has fixed a computer or two in his days. It probably just needs its batteries replaced or something.  Hmm...no, it's turned on. There's just none of them moving pictures on the screen.  Sniff... Ah! The smoke seems to be coming from this square thing. If Gengis has to guess, you probably need a new...uh, graphics card.  We can probably get a few more decades out of the one you got now if we just...clean it. Or something. All Gengis has to do is pop this thing open, and it'll be good as n--  New PCs are easy to come by, anyways.  Good thing they have speed delivery.  Okay, truth be told, Gengis doesn't know a lot about computers, actually.  So he just bought the most expensive one. Don't worry, your credit card handled it. Speaking of which, where do you get all this money? You've been through like, three cars this year.  ...Actually, that's not important. So, onto those messages.  ...Well...At the very least, it's a step up from what you usually get.  So...every woman that you've messaged rejected you...and you messaged every woman in this town that uses this site...  You could probably just go outside and find a girlfriend, but that's too much work. Maybe you should just go out with one of those dudes who messages you. Y'know, for practice like last time. That Sunbeams guy seemed nice. Besides, you said you've met him before.  Done and done! Your date is on Thursday, so we got some time to prepare.  First thing's first, we gotta talk about that facial hair you got growing there. It's all gross and mangly...our first order of business is just to trim that jungle you got there.    That works.  Gengis was just going to suggest cutting it down into a more tidy beard, but honestly speaking...  Gengis is imagining you with a beard, and it ain't exactly front page material.  Women love big, tough, masculine guys. That's why patsies like you try to hide their inadequacies behind beards and mustaches. Your practice date is in a few days, so tomorrow we'll go for the the quick and easy way to fake masculinity.  TUESDAY  Hey, nice to see you again. This time around, Gengis is here for an addition, not a removal.  This little anklebiter just begged and pleaded to get a sweet tat to help him with his little girlfriend issues, you know how it is. Just put the charges on his card here. Feel free to take a little bit extra as a tip, get yourself something nice, like a car or three.  Uhm... Geez, uh...just put all of them on there. This kid needs all the help he can get.  But put them all on some place manly. Like the chest or something.  Oh! Uh...er...  She took that a bit more...literally than Gengis expected...  The ink's not dry, right? Can't you like...soak it up with towel?  Hey, hey! That's more like it!  The ladies won't be able to control themselves! Now all we need to do is think up reasons for you to take your shirt off whenever.  WEDNESDAY    Sheesh.  Was modern TV always this terrible?  Back in Gengis's days, you could get away with a lot more on television. Some days if you got lucky, you could even watch a real person die! Live, in real time!  Of course, also back in Gengis's days, people had more ways to keep themselves entertained.  Gengis even still keeps his...entertainment hidden away in storage. Used to have it right there, out in the living room until the ol' ball-and-chain told him to stow it away when the kids were born. Gengis thought he could get away with just calling it a modern art piece, but you know how Blaise gets.  Oh, you want to try some this...old fashioned entertainment? Weeellllll...Gengis really shouldn't but...nobody else would know... Just don't tell your mommy, alright?  You still have one of those, right? A mommy? Actually, how old even are you?  It's it beautiful? Gengis could almost cry...  Way back when, Gengis could stare at this for hours... Literal...hours... Those were the good ol' days...  What? You're not impressed? That's a little ungrateful, don't you think?  Well, you're a cute kid...really cute... So Gengis could get the OTHER entertainment he has stored away just to see that sweet little smile on your face...  Or he could slowly strangle you to death with his scarf for what you said about his lava lamp.  ...Don't give Gengis that sad, pathetic face...he feels like he's about to cry again... Okay, okay...he'll get it...just stop staring at him like that.  Here it is, the OTHER entertainment.  Bubbles! What's so funny?  This stuff helped Gengis through a lot of hard times. Like the war. That...horrible...terrible war...  Phew...that brought up a lot of bad memories. Good thing we already got the bubbles out.  Mmph...  Ahh... Yep, still good.  Whaddya know, this stuff gets stronger with age.  Remember when Gengis said this helped him through the war? Well, it was more...after the war. All those years overseas while Gengis got to stay home on a disability claim, and you know what they did? NOT come back dead.  You know what happens when an entire generation of small town children all grow up together? They hate each other. Years after years of wedgies, noogies, and being hit with waterballoons. And not even a single one of those meatheads even came back so much as traumatized! Hey, check this out.    Gengis likes to imagine all the bad feelings come out with the bubbles.  Don't just sit there, help yourself.  You probably got like, ten times as many problems as Gengis does.  As horrible as Gengis's upbringing was, at least he came out mentally stable and socially accepted. You've got more issues than a newspaper.  Just go a bit easy with this stuff. Gengis has been hitting this for years. You just started, so go slow until your tolerance for it gets really...  Hhhiiiiiiggghhh...  Ohohoho...mmmaaaaaannn... ...Yyyooouuu lllooooookkk wooorse thaaan wheeen Gengiiis miiixed his booooooze wiiith...  Laaauuunnndddrrryyy...deteeerrrgeeennnttt...  THURSDAY  Hmm...nope, not that one. Huh? Augh, not again!  How many pipes do people throw away!?  Oh, good morning Quincey. Good thing you're up, Gengis just thought of something.  Why do you even need his help finding a girlfriend? You seemed to handle yourself just fine with all those women last night.  Huh? You're in the junkyard, Quincey. Remember? You thought the police dogs wouldn't be able to sniff you out if you hid in garbage.  What happened? Well, isn't it obvious? You were--surprisingly--right. So they just tried searching for you somewhere else. Don't worry, after the 24 hour news cycle, you can probably go outside in a week or so when everyone forgets about you.  So Gengis never got the chance to ask, did those bubbles help? You seemed to be enjoying yourself, but you only took one hit. Gengis didn't think you got a lot of mileage out of it since you were able to hotwire and drive a car while you had-- Aha!  Can you believe what people just throw away? And just burn their money buying replacements? Heh heh, get it? 'Cause last night, you...okay, yeah it's not a very good joke.  Ah, right. Your date with that Sunburn or Moonbeam or whatever guy is in a few hours.  You'll be meeting him at the local coffee shop. Uh, try to make yourself decent in the meantime.               FRIDAY  Wait, again!? Man, hope your insurance covers this stuff. You're going to be loaded if it does.  That's how insurance works, right? ...Nevermind. Y'know, you don't look any worse for wear this time.  Maybe all those other bites vaccinated you against whatever weird disease or whatever that's going around making people just decide to bite each other. Hopefully this doesn't turn into that one horror movie Gengis saw. Then again, if it is, Gengis's house could probably hold out against-- Hey!  Is that a new hat? Pretty stylin', dude!  That's what the kids say, right? Or was it "kickin' rad!?" Huh? Why doesn't Gengis look like a vampire anymore? Gengis never was a vampire, Quincey.  But now that you've mentioned it, Gengis doesn't feel like much of a Dracula anymore... He hasn't had as much of a bloodlust since...he had breakfast at Samara's house. It was right after he drank this weird blue stuff in a bottle that tasted like--  Wait! Maybe that was blood in a bottle! Quincey...you don't think Samara is a-- No, hold on. That's not right. It was blue. Unless...it was some sort of super blood. from uh...from aliens or something!  But that would mean that Samara's also an alien! Quincey, we gotta-- Quincey?  Huh. Fast for a little scrawny guy, ain't he?                   ...I don't wanna go to college no more... To do ☐ Travel abroad ☐ Tragic clown to the face ☐ Adopt a magical unicorn ☐ Blame it on Quincey ☐ Time travel ☐ Become an official criminal ☐ Become a licensed everything ☐ Give something to Quincey that may or may not explode ☐ Never let Clayton escape ☐ ☑ Introduce Quincey to Brenda ☐ Get a post-graduation makeover ☐ Try forming a band ☐ Make the blog to end all blogs ☐ Make a game room in the basement ☐ Stop the freak show ☑ Let Quincey have the Sunbeams experience ☐ Make friends with the genie ☐ Do some more alchemy ☐ Free that genie Theta Zero fucked around with this message at 17:14 on May 5, 2015 |
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Have Quincy and Brenda fight. I want to see who the victor is.
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So The Sims 3 has communicable vampirism, werewolfism, and... fashion disasterism?
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Did Quincey get bitten by a clownpire?
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copy posted:Did Quincey get bitten by a clownpire? Tasteless Clown Syndrome (TCS) is an incredibly serious disease
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I seriously can't imagine the work it takes to get shots like that.
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Wow, that explains so much. Well, not too much longer before Sam comes home and buys herself a giant house.
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grandalt posted:Wow, that explains so much. Well, not too much longer before Sam comes home and
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Aww. I was hoping Qunicey would keep his Sumbeamvitis for a couple of updates, because that was just glorious. 
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With both Quincey and Gengis breaking into our house, I think next time we leave for something, we should booby trap the house with explosives.
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When Samara gets home, we're going to make a nice underground gaming room for her. Now's your chance to be a designer: what should our underground gaming room look like? What kind of decorations should it have? What sorts of furniture or layout? All you need to do is just suggest things like a piece of furniture, such as a couch or a TV; the decorum, like plants, rugs, and paintings; or even the walls, floor and ceiling. Just try to limit your suggestion to only one or two things to make it fair for everybody else. If you suggest too many things, I'll just pick a few of your ideas that either work well with the other suggestions or that don't conflict with another suggestion. If you want to suggest a piece of furniture or decoration, you can also pick the pattern or design it'll display. Just use the template below to display your pattern (note I said pattern, NOT a picture or drawing) and state what part of the furniture it should be. For example, if you want a floor lamp with a specific design for the base and the shade, you could post two templates showing the separate patterns you want for said base or shade. A lot of the furniture is fully customizable in terms of design. For instance, you can pick which kind of wood a table is made out of, or make it out of a randomly colored other material besides wood, like purple metal or hot pink wicker.  And if you want to suggest the wall pattern or floor pattern, just use these templates and put any kind of pattern on them and I'll try to match it as closely as possible.   Of course, you can also just describe your idea rather than use the template. Additionally, you can also just take a random photo from the web and ask me to copy some ideas from that. It's all up to you. I'll try to employ as many ideas as I can, but if there's two conflicting ideas then hopefully you will reach a general consensus. Otherwise I'll just use the one I like the most. Space isn't too much of an issue but please don't suggest incredibly large things. To get you started, here are a few pieces of furniture and decorations that are both available and something you'd expect in a game room. You can, however, suggest something not on the list: Furniture: Arcade cabinets, couches, chairs, a TV, game consoles, arcade tables, chess tables, dominoes tables, drink bars, wall clocks, phones, coffee tables, book shelves, stereos, pool tables Decorum: Paintings, Samara's drawings, Samara's paintings, house plants, square rugs, circular rugs, half-walls, fountains, sculptures, mirrors, random clutter (magazines, pencils, books)
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Is it possible to have random staircases as furniture? I want to see the basement turn into something that M.C. Escher would make. We should at least have giant chess pieces.
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