The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
If it’s my last night here in a while, I’m not spending it with the others.
Instead, I take a nap by the tree, under the glowing fairy lights, with an unexpected companion that reminds me of Loladorada. And then I work on refining one of the beautiful belomisian gems I found.
With the sweet smell of fruit and rain in the air and the familiar sound of the cricket and the frogs, I remember, once again, why Selvadoradian nights are my absolute favorites.
It’s already our last day in Selvadorada, and we’re finally headed to the market. It’s beautiful under the overcast light. I get excited about being able to spend time with my vendor friends.
Eat my favorite foods, get my favorite items from the stalls, ignore Louis trying to butt into the conversation, talk to Eugenia…
Truly an amazing day.
Bradford’s doing okay. I was right not to care.
You know how I said I was happy a minute ago? Apparently, enough to actually socialize with the others. A little. But they’re not in the mood to talk. They just sit around complaining about how tiring the trip was.
I’m not letting them bring down my mood. I want to dance the rumbasim, I’ll go dance the rumbasim.
Even when Bradford steps in front of me, possibly to talk… and then just collapses, fast asleep.
I found the treasure, but there are a few more things to do in the temple. Ancient artifacts to be found, relics to assemble while there’s no one around to possibly get hurt. Then and only then, do I step outside again. It’s already dawn, and there’s a drizzle of cold rain, which I welcome cheerfully. I may still have to deal with the annoying colleagues a few more days, but at this moment, I am happy.
Sorry about the lack of posts yesterday! If you follow me on Twitter you know already, if not, I’ll have to admit here, too, that I spent ten hours straight on the game yesterday and snapped out of it at 4AM.
Can I justify myself by saying I was “gathering material for tumblr”?
Anyway, queuing tonight’s posts now…
In most omiscan treasure rooms, you’ll find two chests.
In the second chest I open, I find riches and treasure beyond anything I’ve ever seen before. The kind of treasure that, for a treasure hunter like me, tops all of your expectations, fulfills your wildest dreams.
I’m not saying I’m done exploring, far from it. On the contrary. Reader, when I open this treasure chest, I know I’ve completed the aspiration I’d had all my life. And I’m hungry for more exploring. But I know after this, I won’t be looking for any treasure wildest than the gold and relics I hold in my hands now.
You know the drill already. And better yet, I do too. For the first time, I waltz through the temple, never stepping on a trap, never pulling a wrong lever, with the confidence of skillful experience.
Of course, no one is there to witness it. I don’t know what my colleagues up in the first room are trying to do, but at no point do I run into them in the corridors. I’m starting to understand why it never felt like anyone else brought anything to the museum.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 