Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
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.
You know what, I did this once, but I can totally do it another time. Not sure I’ll come up with five different answers, again, it’ll just be as I feel ❤ Thank you for tagging me!
– This community. It’s cheesy but it makes a real difference for me. The support, the positivity, the adorable feedback, and just, you know, the creativity. The lifting each other up.
– Enjoying things I was once passionate about again.
– Drawing stupid stuff just for the heck of it, without pressuring myself because it must turn out “right”.
-A good yoga session, which is a nudge for me to get up and make space in my flat so that I can actually do some yoga x)
– These dudes’ videos: https://www.youtube.com/user/fantabobgames It’s in French, so you might not all understand it, but I’ve been laughing for days at their Far Cry series.
I’ve met many a skeleton in the depths of the Omiscan Temple, but never one as stylish as my new friend.
We have a chat and get along well, but he’s a bit clingy, and I really need to keep exploring. Thankfully, he doesn’t hold it against me. Quite the opposite, for a minute there, I have a skeleton cheering me on.
Archeologist goals.
Of course, I’m the only one who goes in the water. The others really should stop calling themselves archeologists, and go for historians. “Oh,” Royal’s wife says, “but you never know what could be in this water!”
Salt, Elizabeth, there’s salt. And algae.
On the other side, I take a break to eat a packed sandwich, and I start analyzing the only thing I see, the three skeletons staring at me.
And I solve the puzzle on the first try. Take that, colleagues.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 