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 whenever I damn well please!
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In which the superiority of fat Sims is proven definitively.
Long live the curvaceously fortunate!
I shouldn't tell you this, but when I see a household like this is next I usually go "Hmm... well... at least it's only eighty pics, I can probably sustain interest that long."
You, on the other hand, get to read my sparkling dialogue, so you don't get to complain.
Renée: Do I get to complain?
You've died like eighteen times. What could possibly harsh your buzz at this point?
Still got the no-baby blues?
Renée: Still a Family Sim, yeah, if that's what you're asking.
♪ Doesn't somebody want to be wanted like me? Where are you? ♪
Renée: You know what? Let's advertise.
I've been doing that lately myself.
Which is why more than three people will see this.
Good ol' pretty-much-dead LiveJournal!
Renée: I want somebody who won't try to beat me up, or shoot me, or feed me to a plant, or blow me up, or satellite me, or drown me, or electrocute me, or drop me into a cement mixer full of quicksand.
Renée: If that kind of dude even exists.
Renée: Stewart Murphy? Fuck you. No, fuck you. Come over here so I can slap you.
Renée: Search me!
Not much to search...
Felicia: Hello Renée!
Renée: What? My name is KayOH RIGHT RENÉE
Renée: I want someone who won't leave me.
Felicia: So, an ugly person.
Renée: And someone who'll love me for who I am!
Felicia: A stupid ugly person!
Felicia: That is one wide pool to choose from!
That is the chillest dead skydiver I've ever seen.
Felicia: This is Jeremy Haggerty. He's ugly and dumb and probably heterosexual.
Renée: Wow, that is one serious tri-defecta!
What am I not seeing on the left side of the frame?
WAS THERE A GHOST
Renée: Hi! I'm Renée.
Jeremy: Ew, accents. That takes way too much extra effort.
Jeremy: But at least you're ugly, so you probably won't leave me.
Renée: Let's see if we can't break that nose of yours. Again.
Jacques Cousteau: Je suis où?
Jeremy: HAHAHA FRENCH PEOPLE
Renée: You do know that I'm French, right? The name and all?
Jeremy: Don't be ridiculous, all French girls are blonde.
Jeremy: And anyway you're too fat.
Chelsea: TOO FAT TO BE IN PUBLIC
That's the only reason I can think of for her to be pitching a fit.
Jeremy: Euch! I keep forgetting how ugly you are whenever I look away.
They both like food I can recognize! I love them.
Nikki: What you uglies want?
Chelsea: UGLY PEOPLE SHOULDN'T BE
Nikki: Hahaha here's your ugly food, uglies!
Jeremy: I'm sensing a sort of consistent tone here.
Ember: Hey, who're the ugly people?
Chelsea: The ugliest people.
Renée: A toast! To good-looking people. May they age as they always do.
Ember: Ooh, a biker dude! I had one of these when I was younger!
Yeah, there's two of them. They used to be clones, but then one of them got old.
It's basically the plot to Metal Gear Solid: Sons of Liberty, but with a lot less nonsense.
Chelsea: Oh, look! The fat uglies are exercising!
Geoffrey: I'll shut her up for you, Renée!
Grugly Prime: And that's how Chelsea died.
Geoffrey: Ugh. You taste like all of the dicks.
Chelsea: You are what you eat!
I'm CERTAIN I've made that joke before.
And you know what? I'm fine with it.
Jeremy: I'm sorry everyone hates us.
Renée: Squiggle dropseed haywire.
Renée: Orange manichean Jerusalem socks?
Jeremy: Renée! Not in public!
Renée: Fourteen developers gyrating explosively.
Chelsea: Fat, ugly and weird.
Chelsea: Mom... I sometimes love ugly people.
Ember: It's okay, Chel. Even though they don't deserve it.
Renée: Pump the whisk southerly!
Renée: Do yarn toggle?!
Renée: Wordsmith yak waggle.
Carmela: I'm not real. I'm a placeholder Sim. We're not having this conversation.
Carmela: You're not even sitting.
Jeremy: Okay, one mental reset coming right up!
Renée: Wheelhouse banditry?
Renée: Generational caramelizing.
Jeremy: Blabbity babbity to you too, beautiful.
Jeremy: This is totally within my load-bearing limit.
Renée: Desperado serum!
Renée: Perspicacious... enveloping... ostrich.
I THINK WE ALL LEARNED A VALUABLE LESSON TODAY
...everyone is mean to fat people and ugly people? Wow, talk about afternoon special material.
Renée: Limpid spackle HELLO there we go.
Renée: One of the police chiefs eats people.
And now, the argument in favour of not being an anorexic stick.
Actually it's kind of ridiculous that Maxis considers this "fat."
Jeremy: So ridiculous.
Renée: It's better than fat-shaming and ugly-baiting.
Jeremy: MORE SLAP-SLAP FOR JEREMY!
Jeremy: SICKLE RASTER GUNGOGGLES
Renée: Words to live by.
Jeremy: I feel like we struck a blow today for non-standard standards of beauty.
I feel like we made some of the right jokes, but completely failed to follow through in the end.
Renée: I feel like sucking this dick.
Jeremy: Remember everyone, no matter what your face looks like, someone is willing to put their face into your genitals.
Renée: Even if you've got a serious case of genital-face.
Fat is beautiful!
Renée: I've seen lots of ugly fat people.
I didn't say fat is a beautifier.
Oh, come on. Now your comforter is fat-shaming.
Renée: Kiss another day goodbye.
I don't usually have that good a relationship with my days.
So, what did we learn today?
Renée: We learned that fat can be healthy, ugliness is a touchy subject, and popular people suck.
Stay beautiful, everybody.
Next time: a hero is born!
Or rather employed.