Welcome to the Sharpesvale Chronicles, an ongoing neighbourhood story in The Sims 2!
Warning: this journal may contain uncensored nudity, violence, profanity and sexual themes.
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In which signifiers float.
Happy Actual Birthday, lumy12! If it actually is. Actually.
Oh my god.
I remember closing a chapter with this image.
It's been one year ASV since then?!
This daily update schedule is INSANE.
Like Yvette, only slightly better coordinated.
Elle: Wish she'd coordinate herself through the DOOR
What you makin', Belinda the Malevolent?
Belinda the Malevolent: Macaroni the Malevolent!
Elle: I don't know how to clean one of these.
Yvette: If I have to bend down to pick that up, I'm coming for you.
Everyone's coming for everyone.
It's like the opposite of the real world right now.
Brett: What's going on in the real world?
There's a flu without a vaccine and most people are filthy idiots so they're just now learning how to wash their hands and not crowd together, coughing furiously on each other.
Brett: What's "wash their hands" mean?
I forgot, you're a kid.
Kids are mobile disorderliness.
Jerome: I went somewhere and came back!
Also not guaranteed in the real world anymore.
Yvette: Relax, kid. He's not made of candy.
Brett: I'm glad, 'cuz if he was I'd have to eat him.
Yvette: Go to your room, Jerome.
Jerome: I'm Jerome.
Yvette: I know.
Jerome: Do your mind-over-matter homework.
Brett: I wish Yvette didn't exist!
Esther: .oO(Surely this isn't the best place for that.)
Jerome: I want to ask her what was in that thought bubble.
Deborah: Woo, more Newcastles. Woo.
Brett: Put some spunk into it!
Deborah: That's what she said.
Deborah: Yeah, sorry.
Esther: .oO(YESSSSSSS. BURRRRRRRN!)
Jerome: My favourite part of birthdays is the presents from the clothing fairy.
Jerome: The hair fairy really screwed you, though.
I'm going to regret those shark eyes, aren't I.
Jerome: I need to wash the baby.
Brett: I need to brush my teeth.
Jerome: Let's compromise. I'll wash your teeth and you brush the baby.
Jerome: I'll assume that gagging was caused by the toothbrush.
Deborah: I don't like it when you follow me around.
Deborah: I've seen The Walking Dead. I know what it means when the show pays too much attention to a character who's nearly been written out of the main plot.
Speaking of witch.
Esther: .oO(What a magical world!)
Esther: .oO(I can't wait to tell everyone about my imaginary friend, Mr. Dickle.)
Esther: .oO(He's a pickle dick.)
Some might call this a mod gone horribly wrong.
Obviously I disagree.
Brett: I think we need to burn all that witch stuff.
Toby Kauker the Atrociously Evil Warlock: BEFORE IT BURNS YOU
Brett: It only burns when I pee.
Pretty sure if this ever happened to me I'd die.
Any of it.
Belinda the Malevolent: Is that, like, the opposite of a glory hole?
Jerome: Did you piss yourself, Deborah?
Deborah: No, but you're pissing me off, Jerome!
Belinda the Malevolent: Hey honey bye.
Jerome: That's it, keep the awkward interactions to a minimum.
Belinda the Malevolent: HOW IS KICKING FLAMINGOS NOT EVIL
Jerome: I'M SAD THAT I'M HAPPY I SAW YOU
Jerome: Your penis also makes me sad.
Jerome: My penis makes me sad.
Deborah: My lack of penis makes me sad.
Deborah: Yes, my lack of GETTING penis makes me sad.
Belinda the Malevolent: Sure, walk in on me while I shit and call ME evil.
Belinda the Malevolent: Ya little… shit.
Brett: Fine, I'll go clip through my bed then.
Mr. Dickle: *watches and waits*
Belinda the Malevolent: I feel a porn coming on.
Belinda the Malevolent: To me.
Belinda the Malevolent: In me?
Belinda the Malevolent: …to me?!
Belinda the Malevolent: Lance? Is this you? This is you, right? This is you.
Deborah: It's not fair. All the other blandies became characters.
Belinda the Malevolent: Hey. Mom? An evil monster man has a message for you, and I guess I'm the messenger.
Belinda the Malevolent: The message is impolite.
Belinda the Malevolent: Which is why I'm delivering it naked.
Belinda the Malevolent: And green.
Let's pretend the green is because I'm writing this on St. Patrick's Day.
Which I am!
Belinda the Malevolent: Inflammo.
Belinda the Malevolent: Hahaha bye apparently.
Deborah: Did she cast an ankle-breaking spell?
Deborah: 'cuz both my ankles are broken.
Deborah: Is this usually here?
Deborah: Is THAT usually THERE?!
Deborah: WHO LIT A FIRE UNDER MY ASS
's about time.
Deborah: DON'T PANIC, SOMEONE WILL RESURRECT YOU!
Deborah: …OKAY NOW I'M PANICKING
Deborah: Why would she do this?
Evil mind control.
Deborah: Why would ANYONE do this?
Just plain evil, I guess.
Belinda the Malevolent: And perhaps a desire to prune off the dead story branches.
Yeah, this one's been hanging there a while.
It's not the only one.
Deborah: I THOUGHT MY SURVIVAL WAS A RUNNING JOKE
I guess it ran out?
Deborah: HELP ME, NOT-ON-FIRE DEBORAH!
Not-On-Fire Deborah: I couldn't help her.
The Grim Reaper: WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO?
Toby Kauker the Atrociously Evil Warlock: NIGHT DICKS!
Belinda the Malevolent: Go away, Mr. Dickle.
Belinda the Malevolent: Or I'mma put you in a jar.
Brett: Alright, let's get this piss over with.
Brett: Otherwise I'm gonna have a dick looming over me all night.
Brett: Life got real strange real fast.
Mr. Dickle: You done, son?
Brett: OH NO MR. DICKLE YOU HAVE A SCARY FRIEND
Toby Kauker the Atrociously Evil Warlock: I AM SCARY! I'm so scary I-
Shit, look, the ceiling's down.
Toby Kauker the Atrociously Evil Warlock: …so scary I-
Sorry, shut up, I'm too distracted by the ceiling being down.
Mr. Dickle: Aw, you upset him and he left.
Mr. Dickle: Guess it's just you and me now, kid.
Mr. Dickle: PSYCH
Brett: Burn it.
Brett: ALL OF IT
Toby Kauker the Atrociously Evil Warlock: Say good morning, dick.
Mr. Dickle: Good morning.
The things I do for jokes nobody will get.
Brett: Mornin' Belly!
Belinda the Malevolent: Okay! Let's put a cease and desist on THAT nickname RIGHT away.
Brett: YOU GOT MY MOM KILLED, I CALL YOU WHAT I WANT
In fairness she got her own mom killed, too.
Brett: HOW IS THAT FAIRNESS
Next time: grims, bugs and steel.
This chapter depicts gameplay from 19 December 2012.