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Twisted Color - A random rainbowcy. (Chapter 5.9 posted 15/3!)
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So you stumpled upon my rainbowcy? I suppose a welcome would be in order then; Welcome!
This is a rainbowcy played with the Random Legacy Challenge rules. That means I follow a particular color scheme and that I roll for each generation as for how that generation shall play out. I would guess that I’ll be focusing a lot on writing a good story, although I did start this as a “relax-save”. Although, knowing myself this project will most likely grow in to something bigger. XD
I do plan on incorporating a lot of berries from other players’ games, because in my opinion it’s way more fun than to just use my own sims and the regular townies. If you would like to contribute to this I would be more than happy. I’ll most likely ask for sims for special purposes now and then as well.
I hope you will enjoy my story and I look forward to a colorful bloodline!
GENERATIONAL ROLLS:
Marital Structure: Couple - Your sim must obtain a spouse or partner to live with them in the household. The spouse or partner does not technically have to be the father/mother of the children, but they must be present in the household.
Number of Children: Three
Primary Income: Firefighter
Secondary Income: Medical
Generation Goal: Expansionist - Put at least one major expansion onto your house during this generation. Examples of expansions include a new nursery with space for all the toddler toys and an attached outdoor playground, a guest apartment for the previous generation elders to live in, or an artist’s retreat with room for painters, sculptors and drafters to practice their art.
Misc. Fun: Luxury - Replace the furniture of any room by the highest quality in the catalog. (Highest quality means having the maximum number of + signs in the object description. Not necessarily the most expensive item).
Marital Structure: Single - The single parent must raise all required children on his/her own, which means a spouse/partner isn’t allowed to live in the same household as the single parent and the children. The single parent may romance as much as they like, but moving in a partner to help raise those kids is what’s forbidden.
Number of Children: Two
Primary Income: Law Enforcement: Forensics
Generation Goal: Social Bunny - Once a Sim week (Sunday to Saturday) your sim must either go on a date, or on a group outing. It’s not required that these outings get a “great” rating, or are even liked, what’s important is that they happen. Try to vary the places you go as well, although that’s not a requirement.
Misc. Fun: Fighter – Get into a fight or bar brawl every Sim week. (Sunday to Saturday).
Marital Structure: Single - The single parent must raise all required children on his/her own, which means a spouse/partner isn’t allowed to live in the same household as the single parent and the children. The single parent may romance as much as they like, but moving in a partner to help raise those kids is what’s forbidden.
Number of Children: Five
Primary Income: Firefighter
Generation Goal: Deadbeat Parents - Do NOT potty train, teach to walk or teach to talk any toddlers. Do NOT read any toddler books to them. You must not be given the choice to choose any traits, apart from the first two, as they are a bit random and beyond your control. Keep in mind that for children and teenagers, school performance is the factor that determines your ability to choose the next trait.
Misc. Fun: Luxury - Replace the furniture of any room by the highest quality in the catalog. (Highest quality means having the maximum number of + signs in the object description. Not necessarily the most expensive item).
Marital Structure: Mixed Couple - Your sim must obtain a spouse or partner to live with them in the household. The spouse or partner does not technically have to be the father/mother of the children, but they must be present in the household. Their children must be a mix of biological and adopted children. You must produce at least one biological child, and adopt at least one child.
Number of Children: Five
Primary Income: Art Appraiser – Appraisal Branch (chosen as a new EP career)
Secondary Income: Adventurer - Hunt for relics in faraway lands to sell. Re-roll if you don’t have World Adventures. Note that you may gather whatever you like from travel destinations to sell, whether it be directly from tombs or from grabbing shiny insects and metals from the world. You may not sell items gathered from the home town; that would fall under the collector roll.
Generation Goal: Deadbeat Parents - Do NOT potty train, teach to walk or teach to talk any toddlers. Do NOT read any toddler books to them. You must not be given the choice to choose any traits, apart from the first two, as they are a bit random and beyond your control. Keep in mind that for children and teenagers, school performance is the factor that determines your ability to choose the next trait.
Misc. Fun: Homemade - Your sims must only eat cooked dishes (no quick meals), and they may only cook a dish if they have the required ingredients in the refrigerator. In addition, they must harvest all produce and fish all fish on their own (it’s allowed to harvest from community lots). They may purchase meat, eggs, etc (and milk, rice, etc if you’re using a better ingredients mod) from the store. You may eat food cooked with the toy oven, but may not eat birthday/wedding cake or raw ingredients (if your sim does so autonomously you don’t lose, but cancel the action as best you can). This restriction does not apply in a World Adventures tomb (Egypt, France, China), since prepared meals will rot in your sim’s inventory.
Marital Structure: Single Parent - The single parent must raise all required children on his/her own, which means a spouse/partner isn’t allowed to live in the same household as the single parent and the children. The single parent may romance as much as they like, but moving in a partner to help raise those kids is what’s forbidden.
Number of Children: Three
Primary Income: Journalism
Generation Goal: Fulfilled – Your heir must obtain their LTW. In addition, any Wish that is “promised” (that is, pinned to the board) MUST be fulfilled. You may only cancel a promised wish if it becomes impossible to fulfill (for instance, “play game with sim” when said sim has died). You do not have to promise every (or any) wish, but once promised this rule applies. (I used my free re-roll to get this one.)
Misc. Fun: Fighter - Get into a fight or bar brawl every Sim week. (Sunday to Saturday).
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Chapter 1.1: A new beginning: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 1.2: Lonely: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 1.3: Less colorful: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 1.4: Six weeks: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 1.5: White 'bows are also 'bows: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 1.6: Take a chance: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 1.7: The election: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 1.8: Worries: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 1.9: Maybe he's born with it?: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 1.10: Thoughtless: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 1.11: District 0: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 1.12: New friends: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 1.13: A friend and a hero: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Generation Finale: The Blank Slate: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 2.1: Where it all began: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 2.2: Secret investigations: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 2.3: An important fight: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 2.4: Researchs: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 2.5: Sourz: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 2.6: Punishment: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 2.7: A savior: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 2.8: A blooming relationship: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 2.9: The background: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 2.10: It's over: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 2.11: Home: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 2.12: And then there were three: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 2.13: Getting accustomed: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Generation Finale: A role model: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 3.1: A good-looking reflection: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 3.2: That would be your uncle: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 3.3: A lie: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 3.4: Business and Pleasure: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 3.5: Starburst Shores: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 3.6: My own responsibility: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 3.7: Keeping promises: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 3.8: Briocheport: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 3.9: Then be a father: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 3.10: She is yours: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 3.11: Birthdays: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 3.12: Bittersweet: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 3.13: Long time no see: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 3.14: Reunion: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 3.15: Déjà vu: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 3.16: Tying the knot: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Generation finale: Transformation: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
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Chapter 4.2: Just for me: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 4.3: A man of nature: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 4.4: The one: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 4.5: Soulmates: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 4.6: Finders keepers: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 4.7: In love with you: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress (NSFW version)
Chapter 4.8: Animal attacks: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 4.9: A problem: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 4.10: Caretaker: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
Chapter 4.11: A new life: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
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Chapter 4.13: A nightmare: Read on Forums // Read on Wordpress
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Rainbow Drifter Challenge
Gen 1
Drover Meadow, Marshmallow Puff Twist,
Sweet Corn Twist, Quince Twist, Sundance Twist
Gen 2
Sundance Twist,
Soda Pop Twist, Blizzard Twist, Loquat Twist
Gen 3
Taxus Twist, Bittersweet Twist, Coral Twist,
Salmon Twist, Soda Pop Twist, Watermelon Twist
Gen 4
Froly Twist, Yew Twist, Coral Twist, Berrian Citrus, Rhubarb Twist
Mulberry Citrus, Lavender Twist, Lava Twist
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VISITING SIMS:
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YAY :]
I am excited for this!
You are such a talented writer.
If you need any berries tell me, I'll upload whoever you want to the exchange/media fire (Heirs, spouses, spares or just extras/sides x])
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I had always known I would eventually become a firefighter. It was in my blood, in my genes and it was my biggest dream. Dad had tried through my entire childhood to talk me out of it. Starting with threats: It’s dangerous, it’s a man’s world, you’ll see people get hurt, you’ll see people lose their loved ones and so on. When it didn’t work he switched to begging: Please don’t do it, it’s dangerous, you might get hurt. Yada, yada, yada. I won’t say I didn’t listen, because I did. I heard every word and it just made me want it so much more.
Dad was a firefighter too, so he knew what he was talking about. I think the main reason he didn’t want me to become a firefighter was that I was a girl, though. He always pretended I was that little baby doll-girl, while I in reality was nothing like that. I was, and still am, what most people would call a tombboy. I never enjoyed playing with dolls, I never fancied make-up or pretty clothes. I rarely had any girlfriends. When other girls my age went shopping or dating boys, I went to the gym.
My dream of becoming a firefighter had always been what pushed me forward. I fought hard, every single day to get closer to my goal. I pushed myself harder and harder, knowing that it would take so much more from me, just because of my sex, to get there. But I was determined to not let my gender stop me.
I had always felt that my sex made me weaker and less important. Heck, it had been the truth for so long. It’s not like women had the same rights as men in all time. Some say we are equals now but it’s a lie. We’re not equals in every deparment, and we might never be. There are things that you, as a woman, will have to fight harder for than men do. Physical perfection, for example.
As if being a woman wasn’t enough, I’m also colorless. Blank. White. I can’t even try to describe what that means in a world as ours, where everyone and everything is colorful. The norm is colorful man. It wasn’t uncommon to hear that colorless ‘bows have less brain capacity' or that colorless ‘bows are freaks', or my favourite 'poor parents being cursed with that thing'. Growing up, I fought that too. Luckily, I was a strong girl and wouldn’t let them get to me. Every word they threw after me made me stronger and more eager to prove them wrong.
I don’t know what my parents initial thoughts on having a colorless baby was but I know I never noticed them being ashamed of me. I remember being shown to the world instead, as if they were using me as an example. As if they tried to fight what had been the truth forever, all by themselves. They made a statue of me, and I guess it made people dislike me even more. Colorless sims weren’t supposed to be shown as statues. We were supposed to be hidden. Tucked away from the colorful world we were living in. Tucked away as the shameful result of mutations and failure. I wonder who I would be if my parents did that?
One of the most characteristic things for a berry is to dress themselves in their own color. Most do this out of pride for their personal color while some choose another color just to make a statement. Among us few colorless berries that are trying to make ourself a life in the colorful ‘bow world most dress in color, just to try and hide the colorless truth. There is nothing to be proud of if you lack color. But since I was old enough to decide on my own, I have taken pride in my colorless self. I have pillaged through store after store to find some pieces of colorless clothes. It hasn’t been easy, but I’ve managed to gather myself a pretty decent colorless wardrobe. Just what I needed to really show my pride for my lack of color. I suppose I put a thumb in many bows’ sides, doing exactly what everyone wished for me to not do. They’ve always hated me.
I wished they could see me now, all those sims who spat on me. All those people who snorted because of my pure existence. Boy, would they be surprised, a colorless girl in a firefighter suit? I don’t think I need to mention I was proud?
“I did it paps” I said and placed a bouchet of roses on his grave. White, of course. Symbolic. “I’ll make you proud, I promise”.
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*giggle* I hope I'll do okay with this one, even though I plan on spending less time on it. XD I'm already in love with my founder thogh.
I'll make sure to ask you once I start needing more berries. And, just so you know: you've been a great inspiration to get me to start this. You might see some of your berry world "social policies" shine through here as well. ^^
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I just read through the first chapter.
It's so good!
I love your founder and your take on the colorless berries. Very nice.
&It's fine. You can take any of the social terms/norms I use in mine, it doesn't bother me one bit. :]
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Thank you!
I reckoned there should be some take on the colorless berries, since there seems to be so few of them. XD It wasn't until I read your story about genetical mutatios that I got the idea. So yah, Marshmallow Puff is much like Cream I guess. Colorful parents and all. ^^
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If anyone would like to create them (or share any of their exisiting sims) it would be an honor to host them!
This is what I need:
A male teenager of any color, he should have the rebellious trait (or at least be a tough character).
A yellow YA male. He can have whatever traits but he needs to be one of the kind who would dare to challenge social norms and go with his own gut.
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And I have this these 2, I don't remember their names.. It's been a while since I've played that file. Yellow guy is Kionna's father tho
I would love to use them all three. They probably won't get the major roles, but I need lots of extra's. Are they in your studio?
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Thanks Slahp! Would be very fun to host some of your berries!
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I could hear them talk behind my back. In fact, they talked in front of me too. The macho-berries (men, of course) who worked at the fire station found it silly, ridiculous and down right disgusting that someone like me had been offered a job there. The fact that I had been the most qualified applicant, both regarding education and physical capabilities seemed to go by un-noticed. What mattered was color, or rather, my lack of color and the fact that I was a girl.
They didn’t even budge by the fact that my father had been one of the most talented fire fighters in town. A hero, if you so wish. I knew I would follow his path, but there was no one else believing in me. Not even my mother. After the tragic event with my father she had followed his path and begged me to choose another job. One that wasn’t so dangerous. Little did she know, that the danger that came with the job was what pulled me there.
My father died in a big fire four years ago. He died a hero and have been grieved by the majority of ‘bows in town. Little Flax (who’s not so little anymore) and his parents constantly comes to my father’s grave to make sure it’s decorated okay. I’ve met them there several times, it’s almost as though they are my own family. Because my father saved Flax from a gruesome death in that fire, they seem to feel like they owe us something. I bet that’s why they accept me as a normal berry, even though I’m colorless.
I won’t lie though, I did feel like they were responsible for my father’s death for many years. I couldn’t stand seeing Flax grow and knowing that my father died, saving him. I’ve learned to accept that now and I know that if I got the opportunity, I would do the exact same thing. That’s the beauty with this job.
The first time the alarm sounded I almost choked on my sandwich. The adrenaline that instantly started rushing through my body is indescribable. We have no more than 90 seconds to get dressed, get in our trucks and be on our way from the moment the alarm sounds. I knew I’d manage it, but the rush that comes out of that pressure is amazing non-the-less. When we got to the right house we quickly figured it was only a small fire and that it would be easy enough to put it out. It was a good enough first mission, I’d say.
It was my hope that for every fire I helped distinguish I would prove, once and for all, that colorless berries are equals to colorful berries. Honestly, it’s unbelievable that such racism exist still today. I guess it also has to do with the fact that colorless berries feed it too, just by dressing in color. We should be proud of who we are. Maybe I can be a role-model, someone to look up to. I’ll be the new hero in town.
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I’ve never really had any friends. Understandable, when you consider the fact that colorless berries usually are treated as though they have some disease. They all seem so scared, as if they were afraid that my lack of color would somehow infect them.
The thing was, though, that now that I had moved out from my mother’s home, it would easily get quite lonely. I had no-one to talk to. And so far, the other firefighters treated me just as they would treat any colorless sim. They simply ignored me and made sure to stay out of my way. It was the first time I found myself wishing I had a friend.
“I miss you dad” I stood by his grave and talked to him. I often came here to talk to him. He had, after all, been the best friend I’ve ever had. Even though he discouraged my firefighter dream, he had always stood up for me and believed in me. He was not only the hero in town, but also the hero in my life. “I hate how they ignore me. I wish you were here to tell me I’m valuable. Dad, I need you.”
“I could tell you that” a young man’s voice said and I noticed a pair of feet moving closer. As I looked up I saw Flax’s smiling face.
“Times are changing” he said. “Most people my age don’t agree with those old sayings. We know better.”
I smiled, it was rather cute with the naive teenagers. Their fate in future, their certainity in a changing world. “Thanks…”
“Look” he suddenly said in a much more eager tone and took a swirl in front of me. I don’t know how I could possibly have missed it. He was all dressed in white.
“Why?” I wondered, curiosity catching me.
“Many of us do it” he answered proud. “We’re making a statement… I think we are about… 15 already!” He was shining with pride. A colorful berry dressed in white, there was still lots for a woman’s eyes to see. I had never heard of anything of its kind. Colorless berries in color, sure. But this?
“It isn’t just teenagers” he continued, still with pride in his voice. “You should come! You could be like our leader!”
“I don’t think so Flax…” I said, knowing that I had my hands full with my new job and trying to get approved by my co-workers. “But I appreciate the gesture” I said and stood up. I waved him goodbye and started to make a leave.
“At least keep your eyes open!” He shouted after me. “You might notice lots of people dressing colorless!”
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x] Their form of rebelling is a sort of rebelling that I was going to try to sneak into my second gen (only no colorful berries wearing colorless clothes but the wrong colored clothes ;]).
Marsh is so cuteee. Flax is awesome, protesting is such a way.
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Oooh!
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Everywhere I went I saw colors, colors and some more colors. Even though I had lived my entire life in this town, it still amazed me to see that there was pretty much nothing that was allowed to be colorless. They had even started forbidding vanilla ice-cream because it lacked color. What was the most fascinating was that no-one complained, everybody just bought the lie as it was. Everybody silently agreed to the standing norms through their non-actions.
This was before Flax told me about their rebellious little circle of friends, of course. I started seeing the colorless berries more and more. Some used white details in their otherwise colorful outfits while others were more brave and dressed completely colorless. If you knew to look for it, you could see that white was sneaking its way in to our colorful world little by little. The realization made me smile.
I noticed how these colorless colored berries exchanged looks, subtle so that no one would notice unless they were actually looking for it. Small nods in each others direction, innocent smiles and the like. I soon started as well, everytime I saw someone wearing white I nodded in their direction or smiled as though they were distant friends of mine. It was as though we had a little family on our own. It felt good.
Now that feeling, of course, did not follow me to work. There I was still being treated as something infected that needed quarantine. In all honesty, I don’t think I would want those people to be my friends, they were all too narrow-minded. Speaking with Flax made me realize that there actually were people that didn’t think I was disgusting or a shame for our world. Now, I had of course always known this myself, but just knowing there were others who agreed with me was a fantastic thing.
Working as a firefighter can be dramatic, stressful and exciting but most of the time it’s quite dull. There is a lot of downtime between the calls, where all we do is work in our own physical perfection, hang out with each other or make sure trucks and alarms are functioning properly. Now, these two last tasks are probably the most dull and the least attractive tasks we have. For some reason, I found myself doing this a lot. And I mean a lot.
I got better and better at it, though, so I suppose it did bring something good with it. It also helped my boss in deciding I had deserved the promotion when there was an opening. Which, of course irritated my co-workers to no end.
“You don’t deserve it. Stupid vanilla!” they said.
Now, I’m not exactly known to remain silent so I took a deep breath before I went in to protection mode. “Maybe I’m just better than you, Bubble. Guess you’ll have to work harder.” His final delivering blow was low. Something about the boss feeling pity for my lack of color, father, looks and class. And of course, topping it all of with: “You’ll never be as good as him”. Him, obviously referring to my father.
Some things are just hard to take. Talking bad about my father, for instance. Or telling me there are things I can’t do. I just couldn’t take it. I didn’t even find the energy or will to reflect his words, they just sank right in under my skin. I could feel how the tip of my mouth went from widely smiling to vibrating. I had to turn around to not cry. That would have been an embarrasment worth remembering. I wouldn’t let them have that to relish.
It took me some days to get back on track after that, but when I did, I was stronger and more determined than ever. I would show them. I would succeed. They would soon learn that I was already better than my father. That I would be willing to sacrifice just as much as he had done. They would see.
Little did I know that I would get the opportunity to prove myself just a couple of days later. (What are the odds, huh?) The alarm sounded and the call sounded BIG FIRE. I knew what it meant when a fire was classified as big. It meant lives were in danger, that there were berries trapped in the burning building and that we would have to really push ourselves to the limits to succeed in the task ahead.
Our group leader, Minsk, waved his hand, motioning for us to get dressed quicker. To get on the road quicker. “Go, go, go! Big fire! Big fire! You can do this, go, go, go!”
I knew that seconds could mean the difference between life or death so I got dressed quicker than I had ever before and were in my truck, on my way before anyone else. Adrenaline pumped in my body as I drove there and I could feel my heart beating in the same rythm as the sirenes of my truck. This was the greatest adventure of my life, so far. Right then, it didn’t matter at all what color I was or that the world flashing by my windows shined with bright, vivid colors while I didn’t. All that mattered was the lives we would soon save.
I was the first to arrive at the scene and I had never seen anything like it. Big, hungry flames threw themselves out of the windows of the house and from inside I could hear berries screaming in fear of their lives. The fire crackled and sound of wood falling and breaking turned the scene in to a real emergency.
Without hesitation I pulled out the hose and started to put out the fires in the windows, knowing this would most likely be the best way for those berries inside to get out. It felt like an eternity before the water from the hose started to ease the flames. I pushed it to its limits, still trying to push it even more. I knew I wouldn’t let them die in there, I would make sure.
Sweat was dripping from my temples, running down my cheeks and my body was working beyond its limits. I knew I pushed myself hard, possibly harder than would have been possible if I hadn’t been so empowered by adrenaline. I had already managed to secure two of the windows when the rest of my group arrived at the scene.
“Check the back, I’m going in!” I yelled towards them and it didn’t matter that I was the colorless one, they obeyed and rushed towards the back of the house while I myself ran towards the door. I pulled the handle down, only to find that it was locked from the inside. I knew the seconds were ticking and as fast as I possibly could I got back to my truck, pulled out the fire axe and went back to the door.
Two powerful chops at the lock later the door gave in and I could finally make my way inside the house. Judging by the amount of smoke in the house I could once again tell we were working with tiny marginals here. I needed to do everything right. I put my hand in front of my mouth to breathe through it and moved crouched and fast through the house. It was hard to see with all the smoke blurring my vision and causing my eyes to tear up but there was no time to think about it.
“We’re coming to get you!” I yelled and listened careful after a reply. Any hint to where in the house they were would help a bunch.
“In here!” A man called and I figured he had locked himself in one of the rooms next to the one I was in. I didn’t know if there was anyone else in the house and I knew I had to make a quick decision in where to go. I decided to get the man who answered my call to safety. With a quick kick the door budged and swung open. The man was literally jumping from one foot to the other in panic with his hands waving above his head. “Help! HELP ME!” he cried out.
After getting the man out my team-leader gave me a well-deserved pat on my shoulder. “Well done Mallow” he said and smiled. “Now take some rest.” It was already dark, which meant I must have worked here for many hours. I could feel that my body was exhausted but as I looked at the house, which was still in massive flames I knew there was no time for rest. I looked around and saw that the rest of the team had also gathered around us, everybody looking after the man I had just rescued, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
“What are you all doing here?” I wondered angry. “The house is still on fire!”
Minsk shook his head “It’s too late.”
I sighed. We had done all we could and it hadn’t been enough. The failure was devastating and as I watched the house shining in bright yellow, red and orange flames I thought to myself that Bubble had been right. I would never be as good as my father. “My brother is in there” the rescued man suddenly whispered. His voice was weak and worn out but his eyes were looking straight at me, begging me to do something. “You have to save him” he said and fell back in to silence.
I didn’t even wait a second to move but instantly felt an arm around me. “No Mallow. It’s too late. We can’t do anything.”
“WE CAN! Let go of me!” I yelled in a fierce voice. Minsk was strong when he held me but I was empowered with something beyond berries and managed to break free.
“I’M NOT LETTING HIM DIE!” I called out as I ran away. It was impossible for them to stop me but I heard them screaming after me, asking me to turn around. But I couldn’t just leave him. I had to at least try and save him. That’s what my father would have done.
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AN: I’m sorry Marshmallow suddenly has different firefighter clothes, please don’t think about it. I couldn’t change them to what she was wearing at the actual emergency scene when I needed to take the last pic for the chapter.
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Go Marsh!
I hope she and the other trapped Berry make it out okay :O
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I love how you put the links in images for the downloads.
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Looks good, doesn't it? I saw some simblr do it and decided to do the same. I will be re-working the Lord downloads to work the same way I think.
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Yea, I really really love it.
Once I start uploading sims to the exchange I might do the same. x]
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Go ahead!
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