Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
Your turn to get spooked, Dad! It’s funny how a little bit of green plastic can scare us so much, just because it happens to be shaped like a hand.
You know what else is scary? My mom’s cooking skills.
They’re terrifying.
But she does her best, and we all enjoy getting together at the table for breakfast.
(That being said, I’m eating some leftover burrito instead.)
No game, I tell you.
It’s the first time Cléo sees Amanda since that disastrous time when Dad tried to speak to her in the park. Apparently Amanda wasn’t returning any calls. So you can bet I sit close to them and start listening in.
“… sorry about that,” Amanda says. “I, er… I lost my phone and I… lost all of my contacts. Totally did not mean to blow you off or anything.”
“Yeah, sure! And it totally didn’t have anything to do with my dad scaring the plumbob out of you at the park, then?”
“Ooooooh, you know about that!”
“Yeaaaaaah, he meant well, but that was totally a weird thing to do. He’s a dad, youknowwhatImean?”
“Look, Stewarts, I think you’re cool. You’ve got a weird father, but whose isn’t?”
“So you’re not scared of me anymore?”
“No! In fact, I’d love to hang out with you more.”
“Awesome! Wanna give me your Simbook, Simstagram andSwitter? That way we can totally keep in touch better. Also your Simchat?”
Oh, Cléo.
Teenagers have no game.
It’s the first time Cléo sees Amanda since that disastrous time when Dad tried to speak to her in the park. Apparently Amanda wasn’t returning any calls. So you can bet I sit close to them and start listening in.
“… sorry about that,” Amanda says. “I, er… I lost my phone and I… lost all of my contacts. Totally did not mean to blow you off or anything.”
“Yeah, sure! And it totally didn’t have anything to do with my dad scaring the plumbob out of you at the park, then?”
“Ooooooh, you know about that!”
“Yeaaaaaah, he meant well, but that was totally a weird thing to do. He’s a dad, youknowwhatImean?”
“Look, Stewarts, I think you’re cool. You’ve got a weird father, but whose isn’t?”
“So you’re not scared of me anymore?”
“No! In fact, I’d love to hang out with you more.”
“Awesome! Wanna give me your Simbook, Simstagram andSwitter? That way we can totally keep in touch better. Also your Simchat?”
Oh, Cléo.
Teenagers have no game.
There are stalls in the museum’s backyard, encouraging you to try food from all around the world — and serving coffee. The coffee stall is probably the one all the employees prefer.
I finally escaped the office of doom and I need the kick of a long black coffee to recover. I’m not exactly sure what the outcome of this meeting was, but at the very least I know it’s over.
As I go to sit down next to my sister, I notice that maybe, she doesn’t want me to.
Apparently the scouts had an outing to the museum scheduled today, and Amanda is here…
I dragged my little sister along with me to museum, for good luck. All the way she complains that “she already knows all the collections by heeaaaaart”, but she still comes with me and goes to analyze the gems on the shelves while I wait in Royal’s office.
She’s about to be really glad she did, though!
I dragged my little sister along with me to museum, for good luck. All the way she complains that “she already knows all the collections by heeaaaaart”, but she still comes with me and goes to analyze the gems on the shelves while I wait in Royal’s office.
She’s about to be really glad she did, though!
Here we are! Well, here I am. Mr. Royal — yes, that’s his name — and I had a meeting scheduled at 10AM, yet by 10:20, here I am, sitting in the cupboard of an office that he thinks is impressive.
In these five and a half square feet, he managed to cram as luxurious a set of chairs as he could find and an out-of-place desk. Not to mention all the relics and antiquities that just make the place feel cluttered for the sake of it. He has none of the pride of finding them, and he’s only exposing them in his office to give himself the importance and credit he cannot earn.
How do I know this?
Simple. I found and brought most of these items to the museum myself.
Empty chair in front of me. If I’m being honest, I wish it would stay that way.
The Madre Consecha’s statue here is obviously a replica, made from my sketches and pictures. If I’d known this was where the replica would sit!
Finally, Royal arrives. He takes place in his overly expensive chair and looks at me. Stares at me, really. I know he’s trying to make it look as if he can read through me.
I just stare back.
Finally, he gets bored, and starts his speech about how I’m a “valuable asset,” but I need to “refocus on the team aspect.” To “get in line with the objectives of the museum, instead of being a lone wolf like I’ve been.”
“Surely we can find a common ground,” I say. “You can give me the general guidelines, and trust that I’ll know best how to implement them on site! Right?”
He doesn’t look too fond of my plan. Or attitude. Or both.
As a kid, this was the place I used to dream I worked at. And I still love it: I love the anticipation of walking through those gates knowing millennia of history await on its shelves and rooms, ready for you to discover.
It’s unfortunate that I’ve also sort of come to fear it.
Turns out, having your dreams come true sometimes comes with strings attached.
5 things I like about myself? Geez, these tumblr asks must be written by therapists, that’s an awesome prompt to reflect on! Here goes 🙂
I like that I’m creative
And kind (I hope!)
I like my hair when it’s actually behaving like it should
I like that I can devote a day to crochet one day and learning C++ the next. I have a very wide range of things I’m interested in!
And I don’t know if it counts, but I’m proud of myself for the road I’ve taken over the past few months!
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 