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The Sharpesvale Chronicles, Chapter 461


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 it's just two of those days.




Cynthia: Wow, two? Look who's being slightly less lazy.

It's a matter of pure necessity, I assure you.



William: I would also like to characterize what I'm about to do as a matter of pure necessity.



William: Ooh! A gauntlet.



Penny: Gauntlet is a nerd word.



Penny: So… push her over, already.



Penny: Or yeah, I guess I could do the butt jump.



William: I'll thank you not to call my family's heritage "the butt jump."



Penny: How is it your family's heritage?
William: My dad learned it from a ninja.
Penny: Isn't it the ninja's heritage, then?
William: Foreigners can't have heritage.



Penny: You're fucking with me.
William: Not yet, but I hope to be soon!



William: We need some really base betrayal in this story, it's been either too minor or too extreme lately.



Penny: You realize that if you fuck one more of Andrew's lovers…
William: I'll win a prize?



Penny: I like to think I'm already the prize.
William: I like to think that, too!



Penny: I shouldn't be doing you. THIS! I shouldn't be doing you. THIS! I SHOULDN'T BE DOING Y-Y-Y-THIS!
William: Your language centre apparently begs to differ.



Penny: Really nine inches?
William: Really nine inches. Ten, in the book series!



Penny: Book series me is super lucky.
William: Maybe there'll be a crossover some day and you can ask her how it was.



William: Want to head back to my place? It's private.
Penny: I know somewhere more private.
William: Come on! My kids won't pry.



Victor: Father! What art thou engaged in at this late hour?!



Victor: Bye, ringface!



William: …what the fuck is this.
Penny: It's private. Like I promised.



William: HAHAHA no really what the fuck.
Penny: It's a living monument to what a bad idea cheating on Andrew is.



Victor: THIS IS A LIVING MONUMENT TO A DATE I HAD ONCE



Victor: WITH THIS GUY'S EX-WIFE



William: He blew up his bedroom.
Penny: Yep.
William: And took out all the doors.
Penny: Yep.
William: And left it like this.
Penny: Yep.
William: Because I fucked Cameron in here.
Penny: Yep.



Penny: So wherever we do end up fucking, don't make it somewhere you don't want blown up.



William: We could do it in his car.



William: Hey, who's this guy? Do you know this guy? I don't know this guy.



Penny: If you're gonna throw your voice, don't throw it off-panel!



Penny: Throw it into my lungs.



William: Baby, I don't care what your man blows up.



Penny: What if he blows you up?
William: There's plenty of hot chicks in hell.



Penny: Good one.



Penny: Take me with you!
William: To hell?
Penny: To Sharpestone!
William: So, hell, then.



Andrew: AT LEAST ASK ME A RIDDLE OR SOMETHING



Penny: I can hear him downstairs.
William: We can teleport.
Penny: He can teleport.
William: Yeah, but how likely is he to teleport in here?
Penny: More likely if he hears us!



William: So let's talk into each other's mouths.



Andrew: You can really hear the pipes, late at night.



Andrew: So wet sounding.



Penny: It's not just the sound.



William: Yeah, I'd be changing my boxers when I get home, if I was the kind of person who changes his boxers regularly.



Penny: It's so hot that you're so gross.



William: Friends who fuck are best friends.



Penny: Fuck your friends!



William: It'll be a while before Sharpestone comes around in the rotation.
Penny: I can wait. Can you?
William: One more kiss and I'll be forced to wait.



Penny: The second jizz-in-pants joke is a sign you need to leave.



William: That I only managed two is a sign I'm slowing down.



Penny: I wonder if, twenty years from now, no house will have doors.



Andrew: It's not THAT bad! I've had SEX with that hand.



Andrew: That came out wrong.
Cynthia: IT'S NOT THE ONLY THING



Andrew: Yeah, time for some spring cleaning.



Andrew: Don't look at me like that. I've been busy.



I think this might be a heat loss issue.



I think this might be a fluid loss issue.



Andrew: I think this house has too many issues.



Andrew: STOP BEING AN ISSUE



Muse: .oO(More like a PISSUE)



Muse: .oO(Piss you off!)



FRIDAY: ♪ waaaaaakiiiiiiiiiiiing uuuuuuuuuup iiiiiiiiiin the morrrrrrniiiiiiiiiing ♪



Blazej: Okay! Drive off the lot, cease to exist, wait for the next carpool.
WEDNESDAY: And they call us robots.



Penny: We hardly call them anything, anymore.



Blazej: That was a short oblivion!



FRIDAY: ♪ Gotta have… my… bowl!



WEDNESDAY: If he asks for cereal…
Andrew: Shut him off.



Andrew: I hate that fucking song.



WEDNESDAY: "That Fucking Song" is a great song!

It's one of Ember's best.



Mallory: What you listening to?
Nathaniel: That Fucking Song! ♪ Oh yeah baby, grab my tits / Love my lovely lumps to bits! ♪



And then he exploded.



Franklin: At least the hot chick was unaffected.



Franklin: But you know who really needs exploding?

Tell him to fuck Penny, then.



Or Angelica.

At least that way she won't be UNCLE-FUCKING

Angelica: Jeez, you fuck ONE uncle…



This better not be about…



This BETTER NOT be about…



WHY IS THIS ALWAYS ABOUT?!



Franklin: Yeah, estafu about Lucas Perez.
Mallory: …"estafu"?



Angelica: IT'S MURPHY SLANG FOR SHUT THE FUCK UP!

I honestly, honestly left that tiny little dome light nipple at the top of the frame for all these pics because I thought it was hilarious how slightly it impinged.

Honestly honestly.



Mallory: You dorks have your own slang, now?



Mallory: I wish you were still fat.



Mallory: SO I COULD BE MEAN ABOUT IT



Nathaniel: ♪ Oh yeah baby, kiss my gash / pound my buttocks into mash! ♪

Pure art.




Cory: I don't know if I want to be in such a Murphy-centric update.



Wren: How 'bout a Murphy-tantric update? Some Murphies are also Foxes.



Wren: Wanna Fox?



Wren: Perhaps that was unclear. Wanna fu-
Cory: It was pretty clear.



Cory: And the answer is always yes.



Wren: I like to be fuck-wanted.



Wren: Should we make out first?
Lyndsey Price the Witch: No, WE should.



Cory: We could have a threesome! It would be a great bonding exercise for you guys.



Lyndsey Price the Witch: More like a bondage exercise.
Wren: Don't tease.



Cory: Let me tread your arduous paths of greatness.



Lyndsey Price the Witch: You gonna pull Wren's kidnapped sister out of your hat, first?
Wren: Never let family get in the way of a good fuckin', Lyndsey.



Cory: Yeah, that's more of a Sharpe thing.



Lyndsey Price the Witch: Aren't the first twenty-four hours key?
Cory: It's been months since she was kidnapped. And also a year.
Lyndsey Price the Witch: And also a few hours!
Cory: The point is, time is meaningless.



Wren: Sex isn't!



Wren: I will fuck you in exchange for your full attention on the case of my missing sister.
Cory: Is she also hot?
Wren: She is a baby.
Cory: A babe?
Wren: No. A baby.
Cory: A really immature babe?



Cory: There's a pointer over your head.
Wren: Is it pointing to the piano?
Cory: Yeah.
Wren: Guess we're fuckin' on the piano, then!



Wren: It's super hot how you keep staring at her instead of me.



Wren: Here, have this metaphor for the pleasure and pain of love.



Cory: So symbolic!



Cory: Alright, clothes off.
Wren: First comes snog, then comes fuckage!



Cory: When does dumb dancing come in?
Wren: Whenever the Want arises.



Cory: What are you staring at?
Wren: Your tits.
Cory: My…
Wren: DUDES SEEM TO THINK IT'S FINE



Wren: How big are you?
Cory: Six feet.
Wren: Wow! You must have really stretchy pants.



Lyndsey Price the Witch: ♪ Which spell can I learn? ♪



Wren: TWO CHAPTERS OF FRIDAY JOKES



It was only gonna be one chapter, but then I got very tired.

From the first few Friday jokes.



I wonder if there are any songs about Wednesdays.



Wren: It's Saturday right now.

In your world?

Wren: In our world.
Cory: You know what they say about Saturday night, don't you?



Cory: It's alright.



Wren: Don't give me none of your aggravation.



Cory: Let's get a little action in.



It's not actually night.

Cory: We don't actually care.



Cory: I should warn you, I'm a super cool antihero.



Cory: I know that makes me irresistible to you.
Wren: It does.



Saturday evening's alright for fuckin'.



SO GET TO IT



I shouldn't complain.

Their hands are lined up correctly for a change.



Lyndsey Price the Witch: ♪ SATURDAY! SATURDAY! SAAATURDAY! SATURDAY! SATURDAY! SAAATURDAY! SATURDAY! SATURDAY! SATURDAY ♪



Cory: ♪ Night's alright! ♪



Wren: Only alright?



Lyndsey Price the Witch: ♪ Get about as oiled as a DIESEL! train ♪
Cory: It would explain my muscle definition.



Lyndsey Price the Witch: ♪ Gonna set this dance alight ♪
Cory: I never knew the words to this!
Wren: Elton John has permanent marble-mouth.



Lyndsey Price the Witch: ♪ 'cuz Saturday night's the night I like ♪
Wren: I'm getting pumped from above and below!



Lyndsey Price the Witch: ♪ Saturday night's alright ♪
Cory: ALRIGHT
Lyndsey Price the Witch: ♪ Alright! ♪
Wren: Ooohoooohooh…



Cory: Yeah, I just blew a load on your piano.



Lyndsey Price the Witch: …ew.



Wren: How do we disengage?
Cory: Very carefully.



Cory: Was it good for you?
Wren: I'd have pushed you off if it wasn't.



Cory: I respect that.



Wren: You afraid to move?
Cory: I'm afraid there'll be an eruption.



Cory: Sploogecano.



Cory: Welp, it's seven o'clock.



Cory: And I still wanna rock.
Wren: You are a rock.



Lyndsey Price the Witch: Well, go on. I'm all out of lyrical road.



It's genetic.



Cory: It's magnetic.



Cory: It helps that her skintone has an actual vagina on it.
Wren: And my actual vagina has an actual dick in it.



Cory: The dick wants what the dick wants.



Cory: She's… not actually any good, is she.
Wren: She's no gay British man, that's for sure.



Cory: Does he get extra piano-playing prowess from being gay?
Wren: Yes. Straight people play straight piano, which is deeply inferior to gay piano.



Wren: WHY WOULD I WANT TO TALK TO WHOEVER YOU ARE



Wren: I'm trying to ring a banana phone over here.

I wonder if that's ever been used as a sexual metaphor before.



Who you chatting with?

Wren: Some guy named Marco.

What's he up to?

Wren: Some really slow scheme.



Wren: I'm more of a fast woman, myself.



Cory: Mind if I join you?
Wren: Mind if you don't!



Cory: That meant…
Wren: It meant yes, I know it could be taken both ways.
Cory: YOU can be taken both ways!



Cory: Anyway I appreciate your commitment to the phrase symmetry.



Wren: Monogamy blows.



Cory: AND SO DO YOU



Lyndsey Price the Witch: Like nobody's business!



Cory: You could MAKE a business out of it.
Wren: That sounds like work.



Wren: I don't even like getting dressed.
Cory: That would make the solicitation process simultaneously much harder and much easier.



Wren: What are you staring at?
Cory: Your tits.
Wren: My…
Cory: I THINK THEY'RE FINE



Wren: I think you're fine.



Cory: I'm strictly terrible, actually.



Wren: Well hey, good luck with that!



Lyndsey Price the Witch: Yeah, there's not enough terrible in the world today.



Lyndsey Price the Witch: ARTIFICIAL STIMULATION



Lyndsey Price the Witch: It's the Simerican Way!

Next time: mayhem in the grocery store.

You can't get that in the real world!

This chapter depicts gameplay from 25 December 2012.

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