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@puzzlezaddict Children's chemistry sets and science labs really used to contain things like a blowtorch, uranium, radioactive material, cyanide, copper sulfate, potassium nitrate, calcium hypochlorite, iodine.... You couldn't just rough in a shower next to jr, or "plop" a shower along any wall in seconds, no worries about…
@Turjan Selling family members for profit.... here I thought having a potted plant for a dad was bad. (Goes to rummage through garbage can for scrap to eat.)
:D @Turjan Sim appears to be utilitarian, minimalist, self serving, with a tendency to not conform to questionnaire. (Original version of of the SPBA included having someone else do the work or get a machine as part of Question 5, answer a.) Note for future versions: Add e) other, explain, though for statistical purposes…
:o @Turjan You know how this works. There is not enough data to assess the sim in question unless they divulge how they feel about their garden and their instrument. Take it from a sim that became bff's with a dachshund named Freud while in the middle of a divorce. ;)
:D @igazor Sims Personality and Behavioral Assessment Index 1 Please select the answer that most applies. Question 1 Woohooing in the shower: a) saves time b) romantic c) codependent/enmeshed (sell the juice bar, guys) d) gets me some Question 2 Doing Laundry: a) waste of time b) wearing freshly washed clothing is a joy of…
@igazor In effect, the sim never became a mother. However, maybe in some existential crisis of expanding outward vs inward the sim harvested a baby from the garden. Dad could be kept in a pot in the living room. (Should I keep the child small forever?? Bad mother 101.) Now, just what does this all mean if autonomy is…
@igazor I can't remember my childhood. I don't remember finishing high school. I don't remember how I got enough money to buy a house. But every time I move to a new town a time portal appears on my front lawn that I smash to bits with a sledge hammer rather than go to the future. I'd rather take the money. The future is…
@Nikkei_Simmer No worries. Just go to the alchemy shop and buy a potion to turn yourself into a fairy. You can force those steak plants to bloom and have perfect steak in no time. You'll feel a bit mopey during the new moon, but, the steak. @igazor You say "single" like it's a bad thing. :D I don't need people. I brood. I…
I've never touched a guitar, but I am a master of the instrument. I don't own a camera, but I know I take the most breathtaking photographs. I seldom cook, but I am a world class chef. I have never tasted nectar, but I make the best. I rival the chess masters in intellect, am a rocket scientist at handiness, and a latent…
@Nikkei_Simmer I tried to save my teddy bear. I looked everywhere for a spot to hide it. I tried to put it in the fridge, but couldn't. Things only got worse when my dog started to bark at the fridge. Then I got a washing machine. I fell for a troglodyte at the consignment store even though I should know better. I tried…
@Nikkei_Simmer My life fruit died because a mob of gnomes moved into my garden so it couldn't be reached to be watered. I didn't have the heart to take a sledge hammer to the gnomes or hock them, so I moved them to the far edge of my lot. They kept coming back. They started to turn the stereo on at night when I needed to…
I was really jealous of people who could go use their laptops anywhere. So, I changed myself to be more like them. I had a midlife crisis. I became a workaholic. I sat in the same bars and clubs I saw them sitting in, and I worked. I sat at the same tables where I was once sat looking for someone to talk to, absorbed in…
I placed an umbrella on my floor. I got out my screwdriver poked at it a little to make it glow, make it indestructible, glow, indestructible.... in minutes I was a master of handiness. I got accolades from the city. I received blanket discounts on construction materials. I would be a great astronaut... if astronauts…
I placed my hot tub too close to the edge of my property so my clothes fused to the ground. The mailman got a real eyeful. People were mortified for their children.
When I change into my work outfit I turn invisible. I know I'm still there because I'm still thinking (happy... hungry... what a good sleep I had last night... what a hottie...) I still get paid.
I have food in my fridge so spoiled that I can see the stench coming out the door, yet when I throw that same food out in the garbage can, the garbage can never stinks. There's only one explanation - the garbage isn't there anymore. Where does it go? I can't even see inside... *becomes a little afraid of own fate.*
Sometimes I hardly leave the house and burn incense day and night so I can feel some small modicum of happiness that amounts to anything rewarding at all and doesn't just disappear into a void of lost potential because the happiness I feel when I am left to my own devices is not good enough to amount to any real reward in…