Welcome to the Clover County Chronicles, an ongoing neighbourhood story in The Sims 2!
Warning: this journal may contain uncensored nudity, violence, profanity and sexual themes.
Updates Monday, Wednesday, and Friday every week!
If the images in this chapter are broken, read it at gruglysims.ca instead!
Pine Valley: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25A, 25B, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100.
Clover County: 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 111, 112, 113, 114, 115, 116, 117, 118 119, 120. 121, 122, 123, 124, 125, 126, 127, 128, 129, 130, 131, 132, 133, 134, 135, 136, 137, 138, 139, 140, 141, 142, 143, 144, 145, 146, 147, 148, 149, 150, 151.
Interludes: 1, 2, 3. April Fools' Day: 2014, 2014 Comparison, 2015.
Yesterday is today.
You're getting a new character today.
Deborah: You mean yesterday?
Deborah: You mean a co-star, though, right?
No, that'll be you.
Deborah: I could use another friend, I guess!
Hey, the more characters there are here, the less likely I am to burn the whole place down!
Unless they're all like you, that is.
Deborah: Hey, I thought you weren't going to call your own stuff boring anymore!
Oh, it's not me that's the problem.
Deborah: Hm? Oh, hey, Carolina! You are a person that I know!
Deborah: OH MY GOD CAROLINA YOU'RE THE NEW CHARACTER COME OVER QUICK BEFORE HE KILLS ME
Carolina: Sounds like a lot of effort to me.
Carolina: I'm Carolina Siew! I'm a teacher at Pine Valley Elementary. I want to be the Minister of Education some day!
Why am I making you come over? You don't sound very interesting.
Carolina: Sure, but... Deborah.
Carolina: Hi! Don't touch me.
Carolina: Glad to see you're still in the pink, Deborah!
Deborah: Aww, you were worried about me!
Carolina: No, I meant your clothes. They're pink. That's really all there is to your character!
Deborah: I thought you meant "in the pink" as in "still alive." Pink-skinned.
Carolina: That's stupid. Your skin isn't pink. It's, like, beige.
Carolina: Seriously, woman, hands off.
Carolina: What's this?
Deborah: Whatever was in my inventory. So you'll like me!
Deborah: Hey! They ran my column again today!
Carolina: Don't they run it every day? Aren't you one of their regular columnists?
Deborah: Yeah, but I couldn't think of a less awkward way to bring up my success. So you'll like me.
Elle: BABY POOP IS WORST POOP
Elle: Thought you all should know.
Deborah: Hey, your boobs aren't as good as mine!
Deborah: It means you can stay.
Deborah: Your eyes are a more interesting colour, though.
Carolina: I'll shut them a bunch if it'll make you happy. Maybe all the pink will take longer to make them bleed, that way.
Deborah: Eventually you just lose the ability to see it altogether. Which is kinda awesome.
Deborah: So, Carolina! Want to tell the readers how we met?
Carolina: I don't remember!
Deborah: NEITHER DO I. I was really hoping you'd tell me.
And don't look at me.
Especially Deborah. Never look at me, Deborah.
Carolina: Is this that thing you just took off the shelf?!
Deborah: And if you move in, it'll go right back there! Score.
Carolina: There is no way this should be working.
Deborah: Man, I like you! Your figure is so dull, it makes me look like Christina fuckin' Hendricks over here!
Carolina: Except Christina friggin' Hendricks isn't boring.
Deborah: Who needs personality with juggs like those?!
Carolina: Okay! Wow. Glad you're not a teacher.
Deborah: What makes you such a great teacher, Charlie Brown? 'cuz you're all brown.
Carolina: Well, I have an insatiable appetite for knowledge.
Deborah: OVEREATER, GO ON
Carolina: I'm always there for my students...
Deborah: YEAH, CHILD MOLESTER, GO ON
Carolina: I'm trying to make friends with a local historical figure so she'll talk to my classes-
Deborah: THAT ZOMBIE BITCH STOLE MY WILLIAM I'LL KILL HER
Carolina: ...yeah. Anyway, I'm also financially independent.
Deborah: Move in with me.
Carolina: Really? I'd love to! Let me get my stuff!
Deborah: No. Let's use all your money. To buy new stuff. For me. Us.
Carolina: Don't make me hurt you. I'm a supply gym teacher too.
Deborah: Momma's makin' the house into a sitcom, baby! NOBODY'S HOUSE EVER BURNS DOWN IN A SITCOM.
Rebecca: You'll manage.
Deborah: I'll take that as an expression of trust.
Rebecca: You would.
Flamingo: Get away from me! I can change the weather.
Deborah: You messing with my weather-changing flamingo?
Aurora: Hey lady, the wind took off your roof.
Carolina: I'm not sure I want to live in this madhouse, Deborah.
Deborah: You should see the other houses.
Flamingo: You've got about three seconds before the lightning comes.
Carolina: I think it already has!
Carolina: If you know what I mean.
Deborah: But we're both a bit gay now apparently?
Carolina: Just to add a little more potential drama.
You're a real sport, Carolina.
Deborah: If I get killed, will you bring me back?
Carolina: Not if the Maker does it. I know better than to mess with a good thing.
Nicholas King: Which one of you is Deborah Cavendish?
Deborah: What if a stranger does it, though?
Nicholas: I'm the Chief of Police.
Carolina: If he's the Chief of Police, still no dice.
Nicholas: Hey, what's this thing over my head?
Carolina: I thought that dude and his wife were the Chiefs of Police?
Nicholas: No, seriously guys, what the fuck? It's just hanging there!
Deborah: Maybe we have three Police Chiefs because they're all like him.
Nicholas: I wanted to thank Ms. Cavendish for her lovely article on Officer Mamuyak last week.
Carolina: The one who got eaten by the cowplant?
Nicholas: No, that was Officer Wright. Officer Mamuyak accidentally pocketed his own pool ladder and drowned to death. Inventory-based deaths are pretty common since Nightlife was installed.
Carolina: He seems legit, Deborah.
Deborah: MAKE IT STOP RAINING FOR THE NICE MAN
Nicholas: She seems kinda off, though.
Deborah: A new best friend and a love interest, all in one day!
Nicholas: Hey now, don't go ruining my day on a whim!
Nicholas: Although I am looking for someone new in my life. Preferably someone who's a deep well of no personality that I can pour my stupid cop shit into.
Deborah: GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY!
Deborah: Date me!
Nicholas: You seem pretty bland.
Deborah: I could get a HAT!
Nicholas: Hmm. Pretend to be that woman across the street. Lora or whatever.
Deborah: ..."Oh, look at me, I'm an ugly Maxis townie and I have sex with old men and butlers"?
Nicholas: YES BABY CLIP THROUGH ME
Nicholas: CLIP THROUGH ME HARD
Nicholas: SMASH YOUR FACE RIGHT IN THERE
Nicholas: BONUS POINTS IF OUR LIPS NEVER TOUCH
Nicholas: Okay, nice meeting you guys!
Carolina: I bet I could study for twenty years and never figure out how to explain what the heck just happened.
Deborah: It's over between us, William! I met a man who loves me for me! He thinks I'm stylish.
William: Boring is a style?
Carolina: Who's there? Is that you, Deborah?
Carolina: I'm starving! What's for dinner?
Carolina: ...what the heck is a failcake?
Deborah: It's a grilled cheese sandwich when you don't know how to make them.
Carolina: Hey, as long as you made it, I'm happy to have it.
Carolina: ...but these are terrible.
Deborah: ACT LIKE LORA GAST. SERIOUSLY.
Deborah: Literally the only person lower on the cast list than me.
Deborah: How many award-winning weblogs has she got? I bet she hasn't even gotten her second yet.
Carolina: Everyone looks about the same, here on the bottom tier.
Carolina: And her hair is better than yours.
Deborah: I USUALLY EAT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TABLE TOO JUST TO FEEL LIKE A DIFFERENT PERSON
Carolina: I can see why that would appeal to you.
Deborah: But I bet this other person is dull, too.
Carolina: If dullness was a crime you could at least get more facetime with Officer Psycho.
Deborah: Say Carolina. CAROLINA.
Rebecca: We're moving?
Carolina: Like heck we are.
Deborah: I want to teach you a song to sing so we can impress Carolina.
Rebecca: Sure sounds like something I want to spend one-fourth of my toddlerhood on.
Deborah: DON'T CROSS ME YOU LITTLE SHIT
Carolina: Yay, matching beds. Perfect for getting knifed in your sleep on.
Deborah: I can almost see you past my eyelids.
Deborah: I bet William is all jealous now!
I'll take that bet! Winner gets to kill the loser.
Deborah: Come on, William! He said he'd kill me!
William: And that's somehow worse than me having to like you?!
Carolina: I heard you weren't allowed to use that anymore since you almost burned your house down once.
Deborah: So push me in and let me die already, GRETEL.
Carolina: Good one! My kids at school will actually get that reference! Later.
Deborah: Staring at my figure, eh?
Wondering why it gets so depressing around the neck area.
...and we're done?
Deborah: What? It's only been eighty-nine images!
There is a god!
And it's me.
Next time: sword fights and fucking.