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And then Harold froze solid, and a beautiful evening was lost.

Bonus pictures:

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/munkeeispossessed.jpg

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/anythingbuttennis.jpg

PERFECTION.

He's falling for his own creation.

Pity it wasn't saved.

Dude. I get to fight Mavericks.

Wheeee.

And stuff.

That fembot is great :D

*laughs at Akuryou being beaten by a girl*

Dude. I get to fight Mavericks.

No you don't because now it never happened:mad:

IT'S THE HISTORY ERASER BUTTON YOU FOOL

This is just magical.

I don't care if it never happened: Pikkul and Sal, sitting in a tree...

Wahey, it's back again!

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Oh no it is snowing

I am very sad

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****ING WALLHACKER N00B BAN BAN BAN

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Just shooting the breeze.

The phone rings, and it's Dina (Zeor's girlfriend). She's calling for... Harold? Didn't get a screen of this.

When who stops by but our good old friend Akuryou and
http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/uninvitedforpudding.jpg
hey wait nobody invited you you didn't even ring the fricking doorbell

That's it, I'm putting Zeor's foot down

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YOU'RE HIRED

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REPORTING FOR DUTY, SIR

None of the green aproned pants available for seniors, so... he gets a kilt. But no, that outfit isn't nearly demeaning enough. I tap into my Martha Stewart reserves and bring forth
http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/akuhired3.jpg
SUPER... METAL BIRD-MAN... THINGY, DEFENDER OF DISCOUNT PRODUCTS STREETWIDE

A quick update: Munkee asked me to package up the house I was working on and send it to him, so I've done that. Not sure if it automatically packages the custom clothes I made, but here's hoping it will. I wouldn't want Worm Mad to lose his Funky Hat.

That outfit is the most awesome thing I've seen all day.

If you're going to make me date the robot I don't see why you would've been so hung up on making it a guy robot:p

Shame you lost the save

Harold looks more like Akuryou to me.

Harold looks more like Akuryou to me.

The tabloids will have a field day with this.

Oi! MOAR PLZ.

I got 2 GB of RAM today.

This game WORKS again.

I realize Akuryou's a part of OD now, so, hi. You're a fat viking. No hard feelings.

First, a small backlog of pictures that I never got around to upping:

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/akusal.jpg
Don't know where this came from. They still hate each other.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/gameroutfit.jpg
I get a job in the Gamer career. This is my work uniform.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/underclowns.jpg
The artistic process in motion.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/lockedforareason.jpg
Yes, Akuryou, he keeps that door locked for a reason.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/akuhatespikkul.jpg

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/newsnowman.jpg
Not quite how it went the first time. Oh well, getting there.

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This is how you guys spend the better part of the day.

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HGUGHH HKOFF KHOFFG UGGG IM ODL

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This was a new one on me.

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All together now: "Awwwwwww."

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http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/rockband3.jpg
You wouldn't last 20 seconds in Rock Band, pal.

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Pikkul's store is due for evaluation today. He decides to break the ice with a snowball fight.

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Harold comes home, immediately ditches his homework, and heads for the video games. He's my spawn alright.

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Akuryou gets bored of the drums and goes to glare disapprovingly at Pikkul's collection. I think his encounter with SAL's affected his disposition towards robots.

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Pikkul passes the evaluation with flying colours, and the evaluator passes... this... dude on the way out.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/trunksdude.jpg
Meanwhile this gaylord invites himself inside. Who are you people?!

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/mano-a-mano.jpg
When there's something stuck in the U-bend pipe, who you gonna' call?

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Pikkul's skills with the cash register still haven't improved much.

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And business is growing.

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For the third time tonight, SAL autonomously attempts to grill some burgers for everyone despite the fact that she's just made a full batch of mac & cheese. STOP IT.

I'm so glad this is back :)

predictions: i make a fortune off a new invention but i have to use all the profits to pay for akuryou's expensive experimental kidney operation, but it serves to show the power of friendship

Joy :D

I still look forward to the continuing development of Harold, really.

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Upon finally bringing Reginald McWaffles out of Pikkul's inventory cryogenic storage, I find that he's no longer glitched in an unmoving state. It's good to have the old gang back.

Also, I've temporarily removed Pikkul's glasses deliberately in an attempt to keep them from disappearing each time I load the game. We'll see if it works.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/reginaldreturns2.jpg
I'm quickly reminded of rule number 1 of pets in bedrooms: basically, "no".

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/reginaldreturns3.jpg
At least you can run on your wheel out here without bothering anyone.

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The penguin comes by again and attempts to chat up a powered-down SAL in addition to the snowman. Without much success.

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This is Zeor every single morning. Every single morning he manages to wake up before I'm ready to catch and instruct him (around 4 AM), and every single morning he goes to tickle the ivory of his own volition.

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It's a snow day, so Harold gets to stay home. Homework's already done, so he immediately turns to the games. On Pikkul's computer this time, for some reason.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/haroldatplay2.jpg
In fact, he's pretty well bogarting Pikkul's room.

Not pictured: Harold and SAL having a grand old time resuming building the snowman together. This time because the game ate the screenshot for some damn reason.

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SAL, in a sudden fit of rebellion, kicks over the outdoor trashcan and chuckles to herself.

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VREEP VREEP VREEP INTRUDER LOCATED

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http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/penguinreturns.jpg
Look who it is again. Again.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/penguinreturns2.jpg
A true tragedy when you can't even trust your own kind.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/penguinreturns3.jpg
Penguin therapy helps everything.

Brilliant. :D

Penguin looks like he's running to the rescue there.

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Harold makes his first friend with someone his age. Things should get interesting once I get the lemonade stand functioning in the spring.

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Alice being a cat.

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The snowman's finished, sadly before SAL can get back in on the action.

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Time to admire the eagle figure mounted on the fireplace.

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Get a room you two, can't you see I'm trying to study

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Cassie suddenly aspires to... well, who am I to argue with that.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/fireaku2.jpg
Step 1: call up the victim. Who makes up some excuse about waiting for the TV repairman.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/fireaku3.jpg
Plan B: have someone he knows better invite him over.

Step 2: become baffled at the complete and utter lack of any option for any Sim to fire him, either directly, through the phone, or through influencing someone else.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/fireaku4.jpg
Step 3: make the best of the situation.

Old flames of hatred are rekindled, and more scraps are to be had before the day is through.

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WAIT, WHAT

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For some odd reason, Zeor's face gets frozen in a smile for several hours.

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Kinda creepy when he's asleep.

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SAL autonomously serves up some salads. And then autonomously goes to serve up some ribs, without skipping a beat. STOP IT.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/storefight.jpg
To take her mind off food, I send her off to do some shopping, and who should she run into?

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/buyinghandheld.jpg
SAL grabs handhelds for myself and Harold, and an MP3 player for Pikkul.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/gifting.jpg
The fact that you can give things to other Sims as gifts to increase relationship points now is pretty cool, but when your Sim aspires to give someone a gift and you have to give up something in your inventory, that kinda sucks.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/salthinkingcap.jpg
Apparently thinking caps aren't built for servos. SAL loses a cooking point.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/meltingsnowman.jpg
It's still full-on winter, but that snowman isn't faring so well already. Blame global warming.

...That might also explain the penguin.

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Akuryou, despite not having gained an ounce of skill from all his blind mashing of the keys every time he comes to visit, somehow convinces me to tip him $5.

Cassie aspires to get Harold into a private school, and I figure why not.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/headmaster1.jpg
Here we are getting all dappered up.

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Here's me apologizing to Aku for Pikkul's continued existance and pleading with him to leave and not mess things up.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/akufrown.jpg
"Fine... BUT I'LL BE BACK"

I learn a few things about having the headmaster over. First of all, you get a very limited time to do the house tour. Secondly, if he decides to eat autonomously instead of you inviting him to dinner via the "Entertain..." menu, no points are tallied towards his enjoyment of the meal. Third, he's a right bugger to please.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/penguindinner.jpg
This was probably when I realized things weren't going to work out quite right.

A few hours into his visit, I suddenly realized I hadn't seen Pikkul around for a while.

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This is where I find him.

The tour and dinner fail, and Harold is rejected for private school this time. I pan upstairs to find Akuryou has returned, uninvited, again, and begun jabbing aimlessly at chords on the electric guitar. Pikkul asks him to leave before going off to sleep like the rest of us.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/akudefiant.jpg
Aku's not having any of that.


Incidentally, SAL aspires to see his ghost now.

For some odd reason, Zeor's face gets frozen in a smile for several hours.
...
Kinda creepy when he's asleep.

The fact that this thread is back makes me so very happy.

With the house visit I just bought a couple of paintings (the cheapest one with 10 rating). Stuck them infront of the guy and showed him the room, moved them to the next room and did the same. Then after all the rooms had been showed, sold them off.

My frozen face and Pikkul jamming out in bathroom wearing suit are legendary.This was probably when I realized things weren't going to work out quite right.

Been there.

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He was actually very impressed in the end, though. Mostly with the pinball machine. He was wiggin'.

Ahahaha awesome stuff as always.

That penguin is random and hilarious.

Also, yay, it's back :)

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Kinda creepy when he's asleep.This. This. Just this.

Best. Thread. Ever!

it's interesting, because for some reason i had never read this thread beyond like page 4. went through it again and a great time was had by all. bumping it because i love it

Picture for a moment if you will, the distant future. An untold number of years down the line, over which things actually happen. Familiar faces come and go. And Zeor, Pikkul and myself grow weary of our hectic urban lives, fake our own deaths, and flee Pleasantview on a trip to start anew.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/grumblinacres1.jpg

Welcome to Grumblin' Acres. Design courtesy of Pikkul.
Location: a tiny desert town by name of Strangeville.

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As is the duty of all old dudes, we find everything we can to complain about. Zeor gets a head start with the mailbox --

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/odlhackeysack.jpg
-- before launching into a round of hackey-sack, the most traditional of old fart sports.

The peanut gallery shows up to welcome us to the neighbourhood.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/somedude1.jpg
Or so they'd have us believe. After being a total douche to myself and Zeor this guy heads upstairs to help himself to some free HD. The allure of being a dick to old people proves overpowering, however, as he promptly heads back downstairs to flick Pikkul's nose.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/somedude2.jpg
YOU DURN KIDS

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Fortunately, Pollination Technician #9 shows up and hits it off with Pikkul immediately.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/rrrr1.jpg
The same can't be said of some others. Looks like even the seniors here are all uppity.

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http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/numbernineanddude.jpg
I guess #9 must just be a natural conversationalist. He's certainly the centre of attention today.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/ironchef1.jpg
I take advantage of the chaos to catch up on my Iron Chef.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/chefsdontknowsquat.jpg
THESE DURN WHIPPERSNAPPER CHEFS THESE DAYS, THEY DON'T KNOW AN OREGANO FROM AN ORGAN where's my applesauce

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/fuego1.jpg
Age, it seems, has caught up with us. A moment ago that was a TV dinner, now it's a gaping wound on Old Man Pikkul's psyche.

As if to symbolize something, the moment our friendly neighbourhood firefighter drives off thunder splits the sky and a downpour ensues. I'm too old to think of what that might be, though.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/crowdedTV.jpg
Jesus Christ you guys why don't you go play hackey sack or something, I can't breathe in here.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/pikkulbutterflies1.jpg
What to do in the middle of a pouring thunderstorm after you nearly burned down the kitchen? Catch some butterflies while being stared at by a passerby, of course!

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Zeor for some reason heads upstairs to tell his diary about how much he misses his old teddy bear.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/zeordiarypeoplesuck.jpg
And how much our new neighbours suck.

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In another display of fast-onset senility, Pikkul darts off to the backyard with #9 the moment the rain stops for a waterballoon fight, only to forget what they came there to do before even starting.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/upat4.jpg
The dawn of a new day, and it's raining again. Quite hard, in fact. There's more thunder now, too. And lightning.

Oh well, I just planted a few bits of greenery and arranged some soil down the side of the house for Pikkul to work up a green thumb on, I'm sure it's good for the-

CRACK-BOOOM
http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/fuego2.jpg
Oh dear.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/fireout.jpg
Fortunately, since it's still raining, the fire promptly extinguishes itself.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/pikkulbreakdown1.jpg
But that was a bit much for ol' Pikkul, whose aspiration meter just completely bottomed out. Good thing he's wearing his jacket.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/pikkulbreakdown2.jpg
Don't worry, the imaginary doctor will soon set you right!

BOOOOOOOOOMM
http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/fuego3.jpg
Okay I know we're in the middle of the desert BUT I WOULDN'T EXPECT THE PRIMARY CAUSE OF FIRES TO BE LIGHTNING

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/fuego4.jpg
Uhh okay this one's looking kinda serious.

It's not, however, as the rain again quickly follows up on what the lightning wrought. But now Zeor's aspiration is almost into the red as well. I'm just lucky I was taking a bath through the whole thing and wasn't affected.

hUURRrrrRRrrR THAT TREE WAS WITH ME IN WW6

On the plus side, with all this rain around it's unlikely to be a desert for long.

Also, wheeeeee

i am so very glad this thread has returned

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/vonball.jpg
Professor von Ball's psychological counselling helps get Pikkul back on his feet. This dude's got some pretty impressive certifications.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/plants1.jpg
And finally, the garden is started off with some tomatoes.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/kity1.jpg
Looks like I've finally found someone I can get along with.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/odlchess1.jpg
Finally, here we have the TRUE old man sport in action. Zeor hasn't managed to best himself at chess since aught-four, but he'll get the upper hand on him yet!

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/plants2.jpg
Time flies when you're gardening. It's ridiculous how quickly the Fun meter rockets up while he's doing this, too.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/catscratch1.jpg
NO KITTY NO

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I don't think any of us have ever had a thing for coffee, so we unwind with some hot chocolate instead.

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Sitting around complaining about stuff, sipping hot cocoa. Being old has its perks.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/odlpillows.jpg
YES LET'S BREAK UP THE MONOTONY WITH A PILLOWFIGHT

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Pikkul has a game of catch with... some pregnant dude who wandered onto the lot.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/leaves1.jpg
Gotta tend to those leaves, they're piling up fast.

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I've never seen a more silent game of chess between two Sims. Guess nobody wants to ask.

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YOU DURN CAT YER ASKIN' FER A LASHIN'

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I've heard of strange cravings during these periods, but I guess alien foetuses specifically demand vast quantities of hot chocolate. He's just sucking those things down.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/kittycounter.jpg
I guess someone's made themselves at home.

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Those leaves just keep piling up. Pikkul's already done his share so he's just chilling.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/odlchess2.jpg
"I'm not sure who's winning. The bishop moves on a 3D axis, right?"
"WHAT, HOLD ON, I THINK MY EAR FELL OUT"

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/catgossip.jpg
Pikkul's apparently dug up some juicy gossip on... the cat that keeps hanging around.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/paperpunk1.jpg
Out of nowhere, this punk shows up as the mailman's delivering the bills, and cackles all evilly to himself.

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Then, just as I'm reaching for the paper, he snatches it out from under my nose with lightning speed and sprints off the lot, as the mailman yells after him for several minutes. THESE DURN WHIPPERSNAPPERS

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/leaves3.jpg
Have I mentioned how quickly those leaves keep falling?

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/senilebed.jpg
Onset of senility #2: I attempt to make use of Zeor's bed when night falls instead of my own, despite him already being in it. Pikkul then attempts to do the same with mine five minutes later.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/silentbreakfast.jpg
One thing I just discovered about serving an instant meal: nobody talks. They all just sip the stuff in silence, which makes breakfast go by a LOT faster than normal ("normal" being three times as long as it used to take in vanilla TS2, they changed the group eating routines to include way more talking with the first expansion). WHY I REMEMBER WHEN WE COULD ACTUALLY FINISH A BOWL OF CEREAL IN UNNER TWO HOURS!! DURN BACKWARDS CODER YOUNGUN'S!

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/crapbox.jpg
Incidentally, Pikkul and myself have taken low-end jobs to keep the bills paid. Without any family friends we're not gonna get very far up the ladder, though. I think we've gotten to like this crapbox on wheels anyway.

So what old dude-ly activities is Zeor up to while we're away?

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/oldzeoratwork.jpg

We're officially the best old dudes ever.

I dunno how much of our old-timeyness from my own lot I ever related, but I'm pretty sure I remember Munkee befriending passing critters in that one, too. I mainly remember that we took a lot of naps and painted stupid things like anime bikini chicks, and that the ghost of the late Munkee was quite vengeful and broke a lot of my daughter's stuff.

URGH THOSE DARN LEAVES

Great stuff. I guess it's about time I bring back my thread. :p

URGH THOSE DARN LEAVES

Great stuff. I guess it's about time I bring back my thread. :p

Yes, yes it is :p

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Freakin' leaves.

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Zeor's found some fresh competition and is already rubbing her nose in it.

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WOOHOO, LEAVES

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She hasn't visited again.

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Oh yeah, I have Nightlife now and I guess not even Strangetown is too remote for the new creepy neighborhood gypsy. I'd chase her off the lot but I hear tell those gypsy curses are nothing to sneeze at.

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Proper upkeep for your crystal ball should always include spit and polish. With a kitchen sponge.

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I KICKED THE BUTT OF THE LAST PERSON TO DO THAT YOU DARN KID, ONCE I FIND MY STEEL-TOED BOOTS YOU'RE IN FOR IT

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Pikkul's been keeping regular correspondence with #9 an--go AWAY creepy gypsy

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Nobody at this table has any bloody manners, wot wot.

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Freakin' leaves.

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"I QUIT TF2 50 YEARS AGO, I TELL YA THOSE SELF-ENTITLED HAT HOARDERS COULDN'T FIT FIVE POUNDS OF CHEESE IN A TEN POUND RAT LET ALONE EXERT THE BRAINPOWER TO KEEP THEIR WALLETS UNGREASED"

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These tomatoes are getting hard to tend, no matter how quickly Pikkul tends to their weeding and watering when they need it their health keeps taking regular dives. There has to be something I can do about--

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Oh. Well that would've been handy to know earlier. Installing this sucker post haste.

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Munkee am not approve

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Zeor, on the other hand, is optimistic that this compost will make it to Harvard.

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"****, MAN, THAT MEANS ALGEBRA AND ****, THAT BE WACK YO'"

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I attempt to fertilize the plant in worst need of assistance, but it seems the "compost" option means "to compost" as opposed to "apply compost". Whoops.

I like to think I was putting it out of its misery.

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It starts raining and both Zeor and Pikkul titter excitedly. Guess living in the desert will do that to you, although you'd never guess it from the downpours we get. I don't think there's yet been a rainy day without great claps of thunder, though fortunately nothing else has caught fire yet.

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Freakin' leaves.

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Having dealt with the leaves yet again, Zeor unwinds with yet another perfectly traditional old fart hobby.

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As does Pikkul.

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/Glombus79/ping.jpg
Whoops, where did that come from

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Pikkul heads down and doesn't reemerge until several hours later. At least he's less liable to catch cold down there than by playing in puddles.

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I didn't even notice this clod come onto the lot, I was just suddenly alerted by the sound of a dozen whoopee cushions playing in harmony.

I DUNNO WHO THIS KID IS BUT I LIKE HIS SPIRIT

n

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And despite being the only two people on that half of the lot at the time, attempts to pin it on Zeor.

Zeor isn't having any of his crap though, and sternly reprimands him for it --

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-- then suddenly starts in on a 'Nam flashback as the guy sobs to himself in the corner.

Meanwhile I have my first Gamer career chance card, and

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Oh what. Well no wonder I lost if I'm using a goddamn keypad. Who could possibly play fighters with one of those?

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I'm pretty distraught by the whole ordeal, my social and fun meters are suddenly bottoming out and I spend half an hour griping and moaning on the curb.

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Leaves are a universal constant

You cannot escape the leaves

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Upon finding a colony of microbes to have gained sentience in the bathroom sink I continue my breakdown. Zeor's upstairs playing chess, which would be a perfect opportunity to top up both the fun and social bars, but...

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I'm not in the mood to do anything to improve my mood. I actually kind of know the feeling.

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Watching the tube just isn't cutting it, and my repeated attempts to get me to interact with anyone or do anything are only met by further bellyaching.

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Fortunately I'm finally able to get over myself long enough to head downstairs for food, which gives me some aspiration points and picks up the social meter sufficiently. I'm back on my feet but I might wait it out before picking up a job again. Zeor can take up the slack, it's not like we have anything better to do.

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Rad as it was each having our own room, it was becoming increasingly impractical, so I repurposed the space and was able to get an actual livingroom area.

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The next morning we have another bout of senility. Pikkul and myself are sitting at the table as Zeor serves the toaster pastries. He serves one to Pikkul, and one to the empty chair to Pikkul's right. I tell myself to go sit there and eat that one, but instead I stand up, steal Pikkul's plate, and return to my original seat, forcing Pikkul to move too.

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Zeor's helping out with the tomatoes now since the bugs are starting to get at them. Sim gardening is hard. And clearly not fully organic.

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Grumblin' Acres; 80% grumble, 20% acre

They've turned into grumpy, old men.
All that's missing now are Viking helmets.

# They say I might as well face the truth /
That I am just too long in the tooth /
Oh I'm an O.A.P. and weak-kneed /
But I have not yet quite gone to seed /

I may be over the hill now that I have retired /
Fading away but I'm not yet expired /
Clapped out, rundown, too old to save /
One foot in the grave. #

Cool to see this back :)