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So! In the far-flung future of the Sharpesvale Chronicles, I eventually decide to immigrate in all the Sims from my older neighbourhoods to shake things up a little, post… well, actually, I can't tell you post-what! Post the ending, basically.
I've made a few attempts at firing up my third generation storyline, and they've failed, because my ambitions have outrun my preparations. Not this time! This time I'm gonna dig in deep.
I'm an historian, so let's engage in a little Sim history. Okay, a lot of Sim history. It might be of more than academic interest; at the very least you'll get to see a man scream at himself across a wide gulf of time, and that's not nothing.
With that in mind, allow me to present (as if you could stop me)… Ridiculously Old Theatre!
This chapter does not represent the present visual quality of the Chronicles! It's grody and uncropped and older than the iPhone, and so compressed it's frankly hilarious. Don't hold it against me; it's not beautiful enough!
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