Do you know what's really upsetting? Is that the supposed 'emotion' system was the bread and butter of TS4, and they allegedly axed other features from the game (toddlers, anyone?) to focus on it.. And this is the hot mess we're left with.
Edit: Disregard the article. It's running on false facts.. claiming toddlers was patched in three months after release date. I wonder what game they purchased.
Do you know what's really upsetting? Is that the supposed 'emotion' system was the bread and butter of TS4, and they allegedly axed other features from the game (toddlers, anyone?) to focus on it.. And this is the hot mess we're left with.
Edit: Disregard the article. It's running on false facts.. claiming toddlers was patched in three months after release date. I wonder what game they purchased.
I wonder if the quote from Rachel is accurate. If it is she needs to look at this thread. DUH.
@emberdahl I enjoyed the recent issue and the suspense is killing me. Does he have gallbladder issues or is he preggers????
"See... what I still can't understand about you and your species..." said Mr. Sausages
"....is why, even though you're obviously in an extremely small enclosed place, you continue to wave goodbye to me. It's been over and hour now! I mean where do you think you're going?"
“And another thing! You kept me up all night with all that defrosting! Totally inconsiderate to others. A sausage has feelings too you know. Heartless swine!” said Mr. Sausages emotionally.
“And why did you think it was a good idea to bring this thing with you?” he said, approaching the bassinet that had appeared on his lawn, “I mean you're just turning my place into a tip, I've a good mind to charge you for storage.”
“Ooooooooph, now look what you've done, you've brought on my irritable bowel syndrome on again” winced Mr. Sausages clasping his stomach tenderly.
“This is unbearable.....I feel like I'm going to burst....for Plum's sake call a doctor.” strained Mr. Sausages.
“Oh forget it!” said Mr. Sausages in pain and annoyance. But it was too late anyway, as a little miracle occurred.
“Well knock me over with a plum!!!” said Mr. Sausages grinning from ear to ear. “So you are the reason I have been feeling so different and out of character!”
“This is without doubt one of the happiest days of my life!” he beamed.
“Well, don't worry, that's right, you go to sleep“ said Mr. Sausages to his new offspring.
“Right Captain Leotard! That thing's your problem now, so deal with it!” said Mr. Sausages venomously.
“My plums Yes indeed!!!! I can't remember the last time I was this ecstatic.” said Mr. Sausages beating the stuffing out of his favourite stress reliever,
“I'm even happier now than when I walked into that room with three pictures and a bonsai tree in it. Only this is the real thing, not some trumped up faulty decoration programming. Aaaaaar it's good to be evil again. I can't believe how much that little mutant free-loader was messing me about. For a moment there, I really thought I had gone normal.”
“Right I better get to work!” said Mr. Sausages with a spring in his step.
“I better get this rocket upgraded to find that bottom fixated plum who knocked me up! I smell compensation, cash or blood I'm not fussed.”
“And do you mind not piddling yourself alien? You'll only teach the little one bad habits!” shouted Mr. Sausages across the lot.
“Hey 'E.P', the day gets better, I've just reached Rocket Science level 10, what do you think of that.”
'phwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawomwomwomwomwom!!!!'
“Oh you have got to be plumming me!” groaned Mr. Sausages.
“Well, at least I've got my blowtorch with me this time.” said Mr. Sausages as he rose slowly upwards.
“waaaaah waaaaah waaaaaah” said little Plum.
The alien had very little to say.
“OK, so where were we?” said Mr. Sausages on re-entry.
“Now, tell me this!!!!!!!” raged Mr. Sausages at the alien.
“WHAT....further information would you lot need about my behind that hasn't already been taken??? Is it that much of a complicated body part that it needs examining TWICE. It was a different bloke too...I mean don't you people have a basic filing system for correlating with each other to see if this was even necessary???
But no, too difficult for you people…. Hey I've just grabbed another human off the streets Captain, shall I inspect his buttocks?? - Well I guess so number 2. It sort of sounds like the thing we might have done before, but it's hard to tell being as we NEVER WRITE ANY OF OUR FINDINGS DOWN!! You know we should really get ourselves an in-house network messaging system, I'm sure we are losing hundreds of man hours doing the same basic research!!!”
“Oh that's it, great, a glowing belly.” said Mr. Sausages.
“Sickening..... I can already feel the traces of compassion coursing through my bits.”
“Well I'm holding you responsible for this!” he yelled, “You've really done it now, I knew I should have listened to Charlene and wiped you out the first second I saw you, but I had to be the good guy!”
“Well I'm level 10 Rocket man now buddy, That means I can visit your home land directly by worm hole, you better hope my compassion kicks in before your I destroy everyone in your whole world!!” said Mr. Sausages with an anger he had never experienced before.
“Oh so you're Hungry huh? Well you've got a carry-cot full of meat there staring at you, what are you waiting for, Serving suggestions?”
“If you are still alive when I get back, I will kill you!”
And off Mr. Sausages went in search of the planet Smulp.
Just catching up a bit here. Great new posts! My own favorite from "Episode 4:"
“Did you manage to sort me out a bit of something to eat Charlene? My stomach is really feeling wobbly.”
“Of course I didn't Sausages, as soon as you left the lot my actions were cancelled, I've been dancing to Christmas music for the last four hours.” said Charlene.
That one really cracked me up. It's also pretty much my #1 issue with the lack of an open world -- not the loading screens, but the inability to control multiple Sims across multiple lots.
Well, consider poor Death's task list in this game: Collect 2 Sims dead by burning, collect 3 Sims dead by starvation, collect 1 Sim dead by alien encounter, collect 8 Sims dead of overexertion from circling the neighborhood area20 times during the heat of the day with no shade . . . .
would make a nice Death As Usual career GP
with exactly those tasks to perform io to get promoted to Grim Reaper
Oh so that's what Mr. Sausages is trying to do now it all makes so much sense lol
They listened and gave us toddlers! Thanks Devs your work is appreciated.
I really want him to sing some lullabies to Sausages Jr now lol
Ha ha, I don't know about lullabies, but he could have fun with the sausage song - especially if he had triplets...
3 fat sausages sizzling in a pan
all of a sudden... one went bang
2 fat sausages sizzling in a pan
etc...
or how bout
My bologna has a first name Oscar my bologna has a last name Meyer some other plum de plum plum
Or he could just say over and over We have the meats or the ever popular where's the beef? Or eat more Chiken?
They listened and gave us toddlers! Thanks Devs your work is appreciated.
I really want him to sing some lullabies to Sausages Jr now lol
Ha ha, I don't know about lullabies, but he could have fun with the sausage song - especially if he had triplets...
3 fat sausages sizzling in a pan
all of a sudden... one went bang
2 fat sausages sizzling in a pan
etc...
or how bout
My bologna has a first name Oscar my bologna has a last name Meyer some other plum de plum plum
Or he could just say over and over We have the meats or the ever popular where's the beef? Or eat more Chiken?
Okay now I'm wondering if Mr Sausages is a warning about wayward, chemical-altered meat... *srs face* the hot dog factory couldn't call me "kosher."
"So... that's one small step for a sausage man..." said Mr. Sausages, gesticulating wildly in his shiny brand new astronaut suit.
“But one giant leap for a Easter Psycho space-sausage Bunny”
“Come to me alien spawn!!” shouted Mr. Sausages into this brand new world.
“I have so so many special treats to share with you all!”
“Leetle peegs! Leetle peeeeeegs!” growled Mr. Sausages, “Bunny wants to play with you!”
“I have plenty of presents!” he bellowed.
“I have well over a hundred Easter eggs! They pop up every-time I'm forced search for metals in my new job!
Every single last unwanted one of them is going to be forced down your windpipe leetle peeg!”
“Leetle peegs, come out, come out, wherever you are!”
“Sigh. Don't tell me I've come all this way for an orange?” said a disheartened Mr. Sausages as he explored even further.
“And another thing,” griped Mr. Sausages.
“what is it with all the mushrooms around here?!?
Fungus to the left of me!....”
“Fungus to the right.......where are all the plumming aliens!”
“Of course this could be a deliberate joke put in by the producers, so when they get questioned about there not being much room in these new worlds...” said Mr. Sausages, breaking the forth wall again.
“... they can say - What are you talking about there's plenty mushroom on Sixam.”
"No? Well what do you expect? I only have a level 2 comedy trait after all!"
“Personally I'm starting to lose my faith! I've been wandering around this place for ages without seeing any signs of thought or control... I know this is in bad taste considering it's Easter....” said Mr. Sausages raising his gaze upwards.
“But.. my Creator, my Creator, why hast thou forsaken me?”
“hmmmmph, I suppose I'll give it a few more minutes.” said Mr. Sausages grumpily.
And so he waited...
...and he waited....
...and waited a bit more.
But just when he was about to give up and head off home...
“Uh, wassat?! Can I hear movement?” said Mr. Sausages perking up.
“Bingo!” said Mr. Sausages running towards the green figure. “I'd know that fist anywhere.”
“So, we meet again,” said Mr. Sausages menacingly, “I know you were far more interested in my nether-regions last time so you probably don't recognise me. Here's a tip sunshine! People on our planet tend to deal with the top half first before moving downstairs!”
“I am quite aware who you are human!” said the alien coldly. “Sausages... Cecil … born 25th February 1969, you are under the misapprehension that you are some kind of evil, psychotic mayhem creator that despises the universe, even though our analysis confirms you spend most of your time being happy because there is a nice lamp in your lot."
“Yes, b.b..but...” stammered Mr. Sausages. “That's bec...”
“You compliment strangers on their appearance” interrupted the alien, “ you enjoy dancing to pop music the moment your creator's back is turned, you often get the urge to buy pretty accessories for your swimming pool, and constantly want to build friendships with people even if you have only met briefly in a shop.”
“That's because...” said a slightly deflated Mr. Sausages.
“You often weep at the gravestones of others, you share a joke with the local children, you like to prune bonsai trees, and once cleaned your neighbours house for them while they were resting.
So Cecil, you seem to pride yourself on showing the truth and failures of others around you. Well, I think you need to take a closer look at yourself in future.”
“Well,” said Mr. Sausages exhaling, “when you put it like that, there's only one thing I can do isn't there?”
“Oh let me guess.” sneered the alien, “Mr. Originality is going to pull out his famous freeze ray again.”
Mr. Sausages took a long, long hard drag on his cigarette.
“Sorry pal, the metaphorical gloves are off this time!” said Mr. Sausages delivering a 10000 volt handshake.
“Before I came here, I stopped off at a lovely Modding website, I don't usually use game altering code on these adventures, but these are special circumstances! Enjoying Shimrod101's Murder Death Kill hand-buzzer egghead?”
“You bore me Mr. Sausages” said the still smug alien. “Your lack of intelligence is embarrassing. Don't you know it is impossible for my kind to die when we are in our own domain?
You really are such an amateur!”
“Oh dear,” said Mr. Sausages.
“I thought I told you it was no holds barred today?
You see, while you were busy faffing about looking at my details on your device, banging on about all my supposed faults, I was busy adding you to my family using the testingcheat. You belong to me now!
I think in a few moments, you might be feeling a little peculiar.”
“Yes, you will start loosing control of your digestive system” said Mr. Sausages in monotone.
“That will be because of the damage I inflicted with that garden gnome. Oooh his hat was so pointy wasn't it? That electric shock should now add an increased pressure surge which will definitely result in a fatal prolapse. It won't be a nice death if I'm honest.”
“You don't mind if I leave you to it, this place is a complete ghost town, and I have someone special I have to torture waiting for me at home.” said Mr. Sausages dispassionately, as the alien writhed in messy agony.
“Oright Sausages, haven't seen you for a while, I was getting worried!” said Grim
“Well, you know – been a bit busy mate. Pregnant for the second time, got a high paid career in science, discovering new worlds and torturing the locals, you know everyday type stuff.”
“Well, you're looking well, quite radiant.”
“Yeah, that's the second kid probably.” said Sausages. “You're in a good mood today? Usually you have a right go at me for dragging you out”
“Nah, it's cool.” added Grim, “Just finished watching Mr. Nanny, so I'm in quite high spirits.
You know, Hulk Hogan gets his detractors, but I think he really pulled out all the stops in the acting department for that one. The problem is, people are just too snobby regarding that type of film. It's just a harmless little romp. Not every film needs to be Citizen Kane.”
“I suppose so.” said Mr. Sausages faking an interest.
“Hey I see one of those alien types has just spawned again.” said Grim
“It's probably because you added this chap to your household, the game's compensated by generating a new one.”
“Hmmm, now that is interesting!” said Mr. Sausages with a new vigour.
“OK people, I've done all I can for now, this should keep you nice and toasty” said Mr. Sausages.
“Now have fun, I have some important business to finish.” said Mr. Sausages to the smouldering captives.
And with that. Mr. Sausages disappeared through the worm hole and went back home.
*Mr. Sausages would like to add that he knows it's not Easter any more, but it was during the filming of this episode.
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Edit: Disregard the article. It's running on false facts.. claiming toddlers was patched in three months after release date. I wonder what game they purchased.
I wonder if the quote from Rachel is accurate. If it is she needs to look at this thread. DUH.
@emberdahl I enjoyed the recent issue and the suspense is killing me. Does he have gallbladder issues or is he preggers????
The Cowboy and the Mermaid
I like it. I love it. I want some more of it.
This is the truth.
Mitakuye oyasin.
To all my relations, keep dancing.
Believe or you will not see.
Smeggy Twitter
"....is why, even though you're obviously in an extremely small enclosed place, you continue to wave goodbye to me. It's been over and hour now! I mean where do you think you're going?"
“And another thing! You kept me up all night with all that defrosting! Totally inconsiderate to others. A sausage has feelings too you know. Heartless swine!” said Mr. Sausages emotionally.
“And why did you think it was a good idea to bring this thing with you?” he said, approaching the bassinet that had appeared on his lawn, “I mean you're just turning my place into a tip, I've a good mind to charge you for storage.”
“Ooooooooph, now look what you've done, you've brought on my irritable bowel syndrome on again” winced Mr. Sausages clasping his stomach tenderly.
“This is unbearable.....I feel like I'm going to burst....for Plum's sake call a doctor.” strained Mr. Sausages.
“Oh forget it!” said Mr. Sausages in pain and annoyance. But it was too late anyway, as a little miracle occurred.
“Well knock me over with a plum!!!” said Mr. Sausages grinning from ear to ear. “So you are the reason I have been feeling so different and out of character!”
“This is without doubt one of the happiest days of my life!” he beamed.
“Well, don't worry, that's right, you go to sleep“ said Mr. Sausages to his new offspring.
“Right Captain Leotard! That thing's your problem now, so deal with it!” said Mr. Sausages venomously.
“My plums Yes indeed!!!! I can't remember the last time I was this ecstatic.” said Mr. Sausages beating the stuffing out of his favourite stress reliever,
“I'm even happier now than when I walked into that room with three pictures and a bonsai tree in it. Only this is the real thing, not some trumped up faulty decoration programming. Aaaaaar it's good to be evil again. I can't believe how much that little mutant free-loader was messing me about. For a moment there, I really thought I had gone normal.”
“Right I better get to work!” said Mr. Sausages with a spring in his step.
“I better get this rocket upgraded to find that bottom fixated plum who knocked me up! I smell compensation, cash or blood I'm not fussed.”
“And do you mind not piddling yourself alien? You'll only teach the little one bad habits!” shouted Mr. Sausages across the lot.
“Hey 'E.P', the day gets better, I've just reached Rocket Science level 10, what do you think of that.”
'phwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawomwomwomwomwom!!!!'
“Oh you have got to be plumming me!” groaned Mr. Sausages.
“Well, at least I've got my blowtorch with me this time.” said Mr. Sausages as he rose slowly upwards.
“waaaaah waaaaah waaaaaah” said little Plum.
The alien had very little to say.
“OK, so where were we?” said Mr. Sausages on re-entry.
“Now, tell me this!!!!!!!” raged Mr. Sausages at the alien.
“WHAT....further information would you lot need about my behind that hasn't already been taken??? Is it that much of a complicated body part that it needs examining TWICE. It was a different bloke too...I mean don't you people have a basic filing system for correlating with each other to see if this was even necessary???
But no, too difficult for you people…. Hey I've just grabbed another human off the streets Captain, shall I inspect his buttocks?? - Well I guess so number 2. It sort of sounds like the thing we might have done before, but it's hard to tell being as we NEVER WRITE ANY OF OUR FINDINGS DOWN!! You know we should really get ourselves an in-house network messaging system, I'm sure we are losing hundreds of man hours doing the same basic research!!!”
“Oh that's it, great, a glowing belly.” said Mr. Sausages.
“Sickening..... I can already feel the traces of compassion coursing through my bits.”
“Well I'm holding you responsible for this!” he yelled, “You've really done it now, I knew I should have listened to Charlene and wiped you out the first second I saw you, but I had to be the good guy!”
“Well I'm level 10 Rocket man now buddy, That means I can visit your home land directly by worm hole, you better hope my compassion kicks in before your I destroy everyone in your whole world!!” said Mr. Sausages with an anger he had never experienced before.
“Oh so you're Hungry huh? Well you've got a carry-cot full of meat there staring at you, what are you waiting for, Serving suggestions?”
“If you are still alive when I get back, I will kill you!”
And off Mr. Sausages went in search of the planet Smulp.
This is the truth.
Mitakuye oyasin.
To all my relations, keep dancing.
Believe or you will not see.
Go get them Mr. Sausage \o/ \o/ \o/
over here i post my cc
new: https://simsworkshop.net/members/g1g2.1032/
old: modthesims.info/m/8847624
you may know me as g1g2
I've just now recovered from the laughing fit that line sent me into. I may need a Doctor.
We can carpool, ahahahaha oh my sides
*makes the call*
This is the truth.
Mitakuye oyasin.
To all my relations, keep dancing.
Believe or you will not see.
- Froggie
WIP: http://forums.thesims.com/en_US/discussion/851667/australian-world-version-1-0-uploaded/p1
I wonder how many times Mr Sausages is going to be abducted? Lol.
That one really cracked me up. It's also pretty much my #1 issue with the lack of an open world -- not the loading screens, but the inability to control multiple Sims across multiple lots.
Oh so that's what Mr. Sausages is trying to do now it all makes so much sense lol
or how bout
My bologna has a first name Oscar my bologna has a last name Meyer some other plum de plum plum
Or he could just say over and over We have the meats or the ever popular where's the beef? Or eat more Chiken?
Okay now I'm wondering if Mr Sausages is a warning about wayward, chemical-altered meat... *srs face* the hot dog factory couldn't call me "kosher."
“But one giant leap for a Easter Psycho space-sausage Bunny”
“Come to me alien spawn!!” shouted Mr. Sausages into this brand new world.
“I have so so many special treats to share with you all!”
“Leetle peegs! Leetle peeeeeegs!” growled Mr. Sausages, “Bunny wants to play with you!”
“I have plenty of presents!” he bellowed.
“I have well over a hundred Easter eggs! They pop up every-time I'm forced search for metals in my new job!
Every single last unwanted one of them is going to be forced down your windpipe leetle peeg!”
“Leetle peegs, come out, come out, wherever you are!”
“Sigh. Don't tell me I've come all this way for an orange?” said a disheartened Mr. Sausages as he explored even further.
“And another thing,” griped Mr. Sausages.
“what is it with all the mushrooms around here?!?
Fungus to the left of me!....”
“Fungus to the right.......where are all the plumming aliens!”
“Of course this could be a deliberate joke put in by the producers, so when they get questioned about there not being much room in these new worlds...” said Mr. Sausages, breaking the forth wall again.
“... they can say - What are you talking about there's plenty mushroom on Sixam.”
"No? Well what do you expect? I only have a level 2 comedy trait after all!"
“Personally I'm starting to lose my faith! I've been wandering around this place for ages without seeing any signs of thought or control... I know this is in bad taste considering it's Easter....” said Mr. Sausages raising his gaze upwards.
“But.. my Creator, my Creator, why hast thou forsaken me?”
“hmmmmph, I suppose I'll give it a few more minutes.” said Mr. Sausages grumpily.
And so he waited...
...and he waited....
...and waited a bit more.
But just when he was about to give up and head off home...
“Uh, wassat?! Can I hear movement?” said Mr. Sausages perking up.
“Bingo!” said Mr. Sausages running towards the green figure. “I'd know that fist anywhere.”
“So, we meet again,” said Mr. Sausages menacingly, “I know you were far more interested in my nether-regions last time so you probably don't recognise me. Here's a tip sunshine! People on our planet tend to deal with the top half first before moving downstairs!”
“I am quite aware who you are human!” said the alien coldly. “Sausages... Cecil … born 25th February 1969, you are under the misapprehension that you are some kind of evil, psychotic mayhem creator that despises the universe, even though our analysis confirms you spend most of your time being happy because there is a nice lamp in your lot."
“Yes, b.b..but...” stammered Mr. Sausages. “That's bec...”
“You compliment strangers on their appearance” interrupted the alien, “ you enjoy dancing to pop music the moment your creator's back is turned, you often get the urge to buy pretty accessories for your swimming pool, and constantly want to build friendships with people even if you have only met briefly in a shop.”
“That's because...” said a slightly deflated Mr. Sausages.
“You often weep at the gravestones of others, you share a joke with the local children, you like to prune bonsai trees, and once cleaned your neighbours house for them while they were resting.
So Cecil, you seem to pride yourself on showing the truth and failures of others around you. Well, I think you need to take a closer look at yourself in future.”
“Well,” said Mr. Sausages exhaling, “when you put it like that, there's only one thing I can do isn't there?”
“Oh let me guess.” sneered the alien, “Mr. Originality is going to pull out his famous freeze ray again.”
Mr. Sausages took a long, long hard drag on his cigarette.
“Sorry pal, the metaphorical gloves are off this time!” said Mr. Sausages delivering a 10000 volt handshake.
“Before I came here, I stopped off at a lovely Modding website, I don't usually use game altering code on these adventures, but these are special circumstances! Enjoying Shimrod101's Murder Death Kill hand-buzzer egghead?”
“You bore me Mr. Sausages” said the still smug alien. “Your lack of intelligence is embarrassing. Don't you know it is impossible for my kind to die when we are in our own domain?
You really are such an amateur!”
“Oh dear,” said Mr. Sausages.
“I thought I told you it was no holds barred today?
You see, while you were busy faffing about looking at my details on your device, banging on about all my supposed faults, I was busy adding you to my family using the testingcheat. You belong to me now!
I think in a few moments, you might be feeling a little peculiar.”
“Yes, you will start loosing control of your digestive system” said Mr. Sausages in monotone.
“That will be because of the damage I inflicted with that garden gnome. Oooh his hat was so pointy wasn't it? That electric shock should now add an increased pressure surge which will definitely result in a fatal prolapse. It won't be a nice death if I'm honest.”
“You don't mind if I leave you to it, this place is a complete ghost town, and I have someone special I have to torture waiting for me at home.” said Mr. Sausages dispassionately, as the alien writhed in messy agony.
“Oright Sausages, haven't seen you for a while, I was getting worried!” said Grim
“Well, you know – been a bit busy mate. Pregnant for the second time, got a high paid career in science, discovering new worlds and torturing the locals, you know everyday type stuff.”
“Well, you're looking well, quite radiant.”
“Yeah, that's the second kid probably.” said Sausages. “You're in a good mood today? Usually you have a right go at me for dragging you out”
“Nah, it's cool.” added Grim, “Just finished watching Mr. Nanny, so I'm in quite high spirits.
You know, Hulk Hogan gets his detractors, but I think he really pulled out all the stops in the acting department for that one. The problem is, people are just too snobby regarding that type of film. It's just a harmless little romp. Not every film needs to be Citizen Kane.”
“I suppose so.” said Mr. Sausages faking an interest.
“Hey I see one of those alien types has just spawned again.” said Grim
“It's probably because you added this chap to your household, the game's compensated by generating a new one.”
“Hmmm, now that is interesting!” said Mr. Sausages with a new vigour.
“OK people, I've done all I can for now, this should keep you nice and toasty” said Mr. Sausages.
“Now have fun, I have some important business to finish.” said Mr. Sausages to the smouldering captives.
And with that. Mr. Sausages disappeared through the worm hole and went back home.
*Mr. Sausages would like to add that he knows it's not Easter any more, but it was during the filming of this episode.