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 all the pics are ten pixels larger than they should be.
Accidents! And laziness.
Also in which events are backgrounded by an awful event which killed a lot of people.
Wander: More like escaping Sim.
What are you escaping?
Wander: Other people's plotlines.
I don't know if I like where yours seems to be going.
Ricky: Keep an eye on that guy.
Wander: No thanks.
Ricky: He teleports.
I laughed out loud when I saw that was the next pic.
Wander: You broke the chain.
What were you gonna say next?
Wander: …something that rhymes with "snow."
Yeah, but what?
Wander: I DID HAVE SOMETHING
I almost laughed out loud again.
Tucker: Hos are hot. What you got?
Tucker: Don't say something sissy like three PhDs.
Ricky: UNDER… COVER…!
Wander: That girl's got ho hair.
Ivy: Oh ho you didn't!
Wander: What's that got to do with the sun?
Ivy: The sun?
Wander: Your speech balloon. It's got the sun in it.
Ivy: Probably for when I said "The sun?"
Wander: …I think my head's about to explode.
Here's a fun activity, kids!
Write your own thing for Wander to be saying about how the tail of her speech balloon should have been cropped out.
Tucker: That's not a fun activity, that's just you not wanting to go back and fix things.
If I start going back and fixing things, Tucker, none of you will have ever existed.
Wander: We are the playthings of a capricious, malicious child-god.
Brandi: What was that about playing? With things?
Wander: Okay, so. I've got 10/10 Logic points.
Tucker: You'd make a good ops officer on my space ship, if my ship had an ops station.
Brandi: …space ship? Wait, what's the date?
Wander: Take me on a ride!
Tucker: That's forward of you.
Wander: I meant on your space ship!
Tucker: That's trusting of you.
Ivy: ♪ Angry girls with angry hair ♪
Belinda the Malevolent: ♪ Angry skin and week-old underwear ♪
Ivy: ♪ Go bare? ♪
Belinda the Malevolent: ♪ I can't; I really like this pair ♪
Belinda the Malevolent: ♪ Playin' bass like I know how ♪
Brandi: ♪ Shut it off, you green-skinned rubby cow ♪
Belinda the Malevolent: ♪ How now! ♪
Brandi: ♪ I'm going to stop singing now ♪
Tucker: Don't! Improv is hot.
Tucker: Alright baby, I'm considering your crew application.
Wander: You're so considerate.
Wander: Wanna go somewhere that isn't dedicated to the remembrance of mass slaughter?
Tucker: What, that's not romantic enough for you?
Tucker: Okay, so here's my thing: grey hair.
Wander: I had grey hair when I was an old woman, and before that when I was an old man.
Tucker: Would you care to elaborate on that?
Wander: It's a sensitive issue.
Tucker: I feel like that's not enough!
Wander: …yeah, no. Grey hair is a no-go.
Tucker: She likes glasses.
NOBODY likes THOSE glasses.
Wander: Fighting crime, in a future time!
Wander: I'm the child of a clone of my aunt and a man I'm a clone of.
Wander: Go on.
Wander: What are you trying to say?
Tucker: I'm trying to say "what?" but I can't get past the first syllable, because that was SO MOTHERFUCKING WHAT
Wander: Motherfucking was kinda the problem, yeah.
Tucker: You have a weird science backstory! That's a definite plus in a sci-fi crewmember.
Jizelle: I call ziz number "Punk Rock in a Bad French Azzent."
Venkat: I couldn't in good conscience let that happen.
Wander: I've gotta say, I've never met a spaceship captain before.
Tucker: Me either!
Wander: The hat's kind of in the way, though.
Tucker: It has to be big, it's got my ship in it.
Wander: I'm talking to a man who keeps a shrunken spaceship in his pirate hat, Stewart!
Stewart: I'm being talked to by a woman I don't know who knows my name?
Stewart: And is hot?
Wander: God DAMMIT. I should NOT be hot to you.
Stewart: Yeah, admittedly you're not up to my usual standards.
Wander: Fuck fuck FUCK!
Stewart: I'm down!
Tucker: Should I vaporize him?
Wander: No, Abigail should, and then bring him back RELATED TO ME.
Stewart: I'd like to recite a poem I just wrote. It's called "Life is Weird and I Think I Just Hit On My Brother."
♪ Kickass guitar and drums somehow ♪
Brandi: ♪ Hear the zombies piss and moan, eating everyone you've ever known ♪
Stewart: ♪ A clone ♪
Tucker: ♪ A spaceman from the pirate zone ♪
Brandi: ♪ Hear the agents scream and shout ♪
Wander: ♪ The apocalyptic checking-out ♪
Tucker: ♪ A trout, a three-armed fish-man talent scout ♪
Tucker: I'm terrible at ad-lib.
Brandi: ♪ The hole is digging itself deeper in the ground ♪
Wander: ♪ We're burning daylight, and it's time that we found ♪
Tucker: ♪ SOMEONE TO POUND ♪
Wander: I'd pound that guy.
Neila Sharpe the Witch: Can we not talk about pounds? Or fucking my dad?
Wren: Real people only.
Brandi: ♪ Fifty hearts in a bright pink cloud ♪
Wander: ♪ Stupid bitch who's singing much too loud ♪
Tucker: ♪ I bowed ♪
Wander: ♪ And I suggest we ditch this crowd ♪
Cory: ♪ Can we sing the actual words? ♪
Wren: ♪ Some of us are named the same as birds ♪
Wren: ♪ Uh… turds? ♪
Cory: ♪ I guess something about the Kurds? ♪
Yeah, that was a tough one.
Brandi: ♪ Keep playing pinball in the chambers of the dead ♪
Ryan: ♪ I like combining fun with existential dread ♪
Tucker: ♪ Now give me head! ♪
Wander: I don't have anything for the spoken word bit.
That's fine, this went on much longer than it should have.
I've just had that song in my head for weeks, and I thought this might help me exorcise it.
Neila Sharpe the Witch: *needs help with exercising*
Kenya: So, do you eat mice?
Wren: No. Caterpillars, moths, crickets, that sort of thing.
Ryan: Is trailing dirty dishes a superpower?
No, but successfully exercising is.
From my perspective.
Kenya: I've always wanted to meet a brown passerine bird in the predominantly New World family Troglodytidae.
Stewart: Nice hat, guy. Green Day more like MARINE Day!
Tucker: Can I vaporize it now?
Wander: Not if I vaporize it first.
Wander: Can I gesture at your dick?
Tucker: Looks like it!
Wren: You were hot down there.
Tucker: I'm getting cold up here.
Neila: I think they're stockpiling a biological warfare arsenal in here.
Next time: Tuckered out.
This chapter depicts gameplay from 26 December 2012.