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The Sharpesvale Chronicles, Chapter 523





If the images in this chapter are broken, read it at gruglysims.ca instead!


In which oh god oh god I'm falling behind.



Elle: Falling in lust is better.



Nick: Don't you mean love?
Elle: I said BETTER.



Nick: What's wrong with love?
Elle: I've heard it's a second-hand emotion.



Elle: …true lust's kiss!



Elle: You've turned me from a frog into a reformed cow!



Nick: STOP BEING SO ESOTERIC



Nick: …where did THAT word come from?



Elle: Okay, my landing strip is prepared.



Nick: Coming in for a coming-in!



Elle: Don't cunt on it.



Bambi: Thank you for largely excluding me from this.



Nick: Thank you for shortly including me in you.



Elle: If this preamble gets any longer, a constitution's gonna spontaneously form and attach to it.



Bambi: You fuckers not attached to each other yet?



Nick: We're not even FUCKERS yet!



Elle: Alright, take hold and pull down.



STILL NOT SEX.

Grugly2013: It takes, like, a lot.



WHAT WHY WHAT



Nick: Pissing off the Maker is almost as good as sex!



Elle: Let's not get carried away.



Bambi: If you're not up for getting carried away, I'm available.



Bambi: You wouldn't even need to fuck me in front of a toilet.



So hey, 2013, what's going on?

Grugly2013: I dunno, you don't want to look up what I was doing.

Hahaha, that's cool, that's cool.



Bambi: I think you're boring the Maker, guys.

What was your first clue? That I was talking to myself, or that I was talking to myself BADLY?



Bambi: The fact that this is boring.



Bambi: Looks like it's working, though.
Nick: Call this "work"?



Elle: She didn't, no.



Bambi: Can you hurry it up? It's just that this is my first household and I think you're endangering it.



Nick: Wanna sex, now I'm tall?



Elle: Who's that?

That's Bambi.

Elle: Fuck off.



Neil: So, she cured yet?
Bambi: I'm hesitant to say "yes" until they bang.

I'm not happy with the idea of sex "curing" someone of something.

It sounds too much like…

Stuff.



Elle: Wanna stuff me?



WILL YOU JUST FUCKING DO IT ALREADY



JUST FUCKING



JUST FUCKING



Nick: D-

JUST
Elle: Wh-

FUCKING



Bambi: I don't think I want to be here for this.



JUST DO IT FUCKING



DO FUCKING IT JUST



HAVE WITH THE SEXINGS



AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA



AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA



AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Nick: I'm glad that's outside.



Ahhhhhhhhhhh.

Elle: I'm glad you're inside!



Elle: Him, not you.

I figured.



Elle: Wait, that's IT?!

All the pics were shit.



Elle: All our pics were shit.
Nick: Would shit again.



Elle: Not tonight, I have a coochache.



Nick: Workarounds can always be found.



Elle: *gross slobbering sounds resembling speech*



Elle: *squelches in vaguely verbal form*



Nick: You sucked my clothes on!



Elle: You think THAT sucked.



Elle: Will you complete my Aspiration therapy?



Nick: Why not, you're almost certainly about to drop out of existence.



Elle: I think I can feel it starting.



Nick: We'll always remember you, generic murderess.



Nick: For a given, atypical definition of "always."



Nick: I'm mad that my dialogue doesn't fit my prior characterization.



Elle: Including in that sentence.
Nick: Yes.



Nick: Also even fake engagements freak me out a little.



Welp, we're floating away, see you.



Nick: You're not done yet, I can still see a dozen pics from where I'm standing.



Nick: Me, though, totally done.



Nick: Hey, know what sucks? Sucking.



Elle: Look at all these bagged flags I got!



Not a bad start.

For something I'm already certain I'll never finish.



Elle: Maybe if I impress you a lot in this chapter, you'll make use of me in the future!

Right, well, you've got fifteen more pics to impress me enough to overcome seven years of nonexistence.



Elle: You could incorporate me into Nick's storyline!

That would be more of an… incorpseration, though.



Elle: 'k, well, don't do that then.



Oh! You actually look good.

Now I wish you had a character.



Elle: I don't have a character?

First you were a cow, then you were crazy.

Now you're Princess Leia.



Elle: I hear there's an opening for that.

TOO SOON :'(

IT WILL ALWAYS BE TOO SOON :'(



Elle: Good! Making god cry. Great.



Grugly2013: Wait, did something happen to Carrie Fisher?

I just… I can't right now, dude.

Elle: So, even shower bribery's not gonna cut it, huh.



Look, if you're still alive now, and I honestly don't even remember, I'll give you something to do in G3.

Elle: That's all I can ask for.

No, you can ask for anything you like, you just probably won't get it.



Elle: I've gotten it enough for one day anyway.



Elle: In addition to all that giving I did.



Bambi: Are they done didding?



Bambi: Didding isn't a word yet! It could go right next to "diddling," which would be PERFECT!



I think you might be slightly overselling the whole "cured' angle with this look.

Elle: I like my booklook.



Well, thanks for whatever this was about.



Elle: We're all just jesters in the king's head.

Next time: we take a brief vacation.

Or rather, the characters do.

Me, no, I write a third chapter in one day because I'm BEHIND OH GOD I'M STILL BEHIND

This chapter depicts gameplay from 23 February 2013.

Tags: ea games, eaxis, legacy challenge, maxis, prosperity, sharpesvale chronicles, simblr, sims, sims 2
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