The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
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.
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.
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.
We reach the temple as the moon is already way up in the sky.
And then we’re met with the oddest room I have ever seen in it.
It’s a maze of water.
From the minute I go through the first door to twilight, and then some more, I trek through the jungle. On the way, I save a little sick capybara I run across. I also spectacularly fail at retrieving a bag that Bradford, this absolute genius, dropped into quicksand. And yet, when I miss it with the hook of my fishing rod, I get the side-eye from Royal’s spy. I mean, his wife, who he sent instead of himself.
Because the director of the museum is way above actually stepping foot in the mud of the tropical forests.
I’d rather spend time with the spider that attacks me by one of the gates than with him, anyway.
I love Selvadorada. I heavily dislike going on a planned trip with every single one of my colleagues and my boss. But I didn’t have a choice, did I? That’s the brilliant solution Royal came up with to keep me in check. And oh, how out of place he looks in his fancy suit in the jungle.
As soon as I can, I change into explorer gear, and head to the jungle. I have no plans to stay and chat with them. I’m not here to chat, I’m here for archeology, whether they like it or not.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 