BACC Round 1-1: Meet Mr Sunshine
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toastsims' Build-A-City-Challenge story, Llama Island (starting here), on one sleepless and frankly homicidally distraught night, and caught the madness myself. Without further ado: Welcome to Anthill-on-Veldt, where there isn't much going on at all right now...
Warning: picture-heavy entry below the cut.
After I first read toast's BACC I scampered off to the rules as are posted on boolProp, promptly misremembered some bits, and merrily played the first cycle, only to resurface face-first into the rules on the LJ community, which are quite a bit different. I've sussed out some happy amalgam for myself, and am mostly keeping to the spirit of the rules, with emphasis on family businesses over racing to top careers. I also have one household I'll be playing according to the Trailer Park Challenge as set out byfuzzy-spork, because I apparently have no sense of self-preservation. Ah well! Onwards into the fray...
This is Buddy Eyrie, our Founder for the insanity that is about to ensue. He randomised as a grumpy Family sim, and the reason why he has hauled his hairy self to the middle of nowhere to live in a draughty old cottage is about to become apparent.
Copper tub piracy aside, Mr Eyrie has previously found himself in hot water due to a hairy little problem, and he's had to leave traditional society behind or risk the ol' pitchforks and angry villagers exercise routine. Strangely, on taking up residence in Dogsbody Cottage, said hairy little problem has made him nigh-on irresistible to the well weird townies roaming the empty forest lanes of Anthill-on-Veldt:
Buddy is a bleeding werewolf.
Aside from having conniptions at the moon every night in the throes of existential wangst, Mr Eyrie has been steadily digging up the yard of Dogsbody Cottage, when he's not indulging his sweet-tooth.
Buddy's a Culinary Sim, and has informed me that he's been very excited to have Tried Various Culinary Activities, from spackling toast with mustard to stuffing his face with crisps. My original plan had been to have him sew up bajillions of pot holders and curtains, and start a little Needful Things -esque shoppe full of weird thing's he'd dug up from the yard, but I think I'll have him save up and open a little bakery-slash-café instead. What could possibly go wrong in letting a curmudgeonly, ever-hungry man-beastie peddle confectionery to innocent townies?
Pity Sims can't bake dodgy meat pies. I wonder if the customers'll complain about finding hair in their pastries...
Buddy seems to be exhibiting a tendency to hang around the cottage's front yard. I'd be hesitant to call it some guard-dog instinct, but when he's not baking or digging strange things up for my amusement (mauling water mains all the while, bless his whiskers) he's glaring at the passers-by, occasionally attempting the old newspaper disguise.
He's a gregarious little mutt, though, and seems to have caught the eye of some of the interchangeable townie ladies. So Buddy invites a passel of them over and two actually show up.
Mr Eyrie digs his manners out of the back of the cupboard and prepares a tasty dinner of spam sandwiches and light conversation for the creepily similar Kaylynn Spitzig and Gretchen Chin. And serves it in his undies. As you do, when you want to impress a girl.
Buddy: "I know what they want. It's my animal magnetism working its magic. You'll see."
I'll take your word for it, pal.
Kaylynn: "Oh, Mr Eyrie, your fur seems so... soft... and thick..."
Buddy: "Why, thank you! It's that new flea shampoo, you know - not a tangle anywhere!"
Gretchen: *appears impressed*
I'm creeped out by their same-facedness, and these two aren't the only ones, either. It's not quite multiple Abhjeets levels of odd yet, but certainly approaching Uncanny Valley. Perhaps there's a conspiracy, or they're all Stephord Wife bots.
Kaylynn: "Listen, I'll get a read on his vitals while you engage him in conversation. We'll see if his genetic materials are suited for the new program, and maybe if we're lucky, there's a bonus in it for us for hauling his hairy behind in!"
Gretchen: "I don't know, K... why do you always get to do the analysis? My sensors have hardly lost their factory smell!"
Kaylynn: "It won't be the only thing you'll be losing if you don't go distract him, on the double!"
Initialising Operation Let's Take A Hungry Wolf Away From Its Food, I see.
Gretchen: "Hey there, puppy... how'd you like to try a different kind of sandwich with me and Kay-kay?"
Buddy: "... puppy?!"
Kaylynn: "Compiling..."
I'd never had a werewolf savage another sim autonomously before, but that's what happened. One minute they're flirting and heart-farting over each other, the next Buddy is wrasslin' her ass. And Kaylynn didn't bat a lash, nor acknowledge the fight in any way. Robot.
Kaylynn: "Goodness me, look at the time. Good night, and thank you for the sandwiches, Mr Eyrie!"
She then proceeded to hang around, sitting placidly in her chair and looking at non-existent paintings for a few hours while the two werewolves continued flirting and heart-farting over each other.
Gretchen: "Gracious! That man looks even hotter in black-and-white!"
And Kay-kay is still compiling. *sigh*
Kaylynn: "What a wonderfully colourful painting!"
Painting: *does not exist*
Lycantrophes: *continue their mating rites*
D'aww.
Kaylynn: "My goodness! Where did you come from? Despite seeing my good friend just, erm, savagely savaged, I, too, find you incredibly hot!"
Buddy, what did you put in those sandwiches?
Buddy: "Spam, saltpeter, and sheddings. What? It gives the flavour a nice kick!"
Of course it does. *sigh*
About three hours after her my-goodness-I-ought-to-be-going dialogue bubble Kaylynn finally unstuck herself from the premises while Gretchen decided that what she really needed to complete her new outlook in life was that precious wet-dog smell.
Buddy took the opportunity to cavort about in his undies in the backyard snowdrifts and build a good snowman for a change, so happy he apparently was about managing to turn Gretchen into a hairy, shambling were-dog.
Gretchen then subsequently stopped bathing, scrambled out, and kicked Buddy's first nice snowman into smithereens. Because it's not true love if it's not obsessive and creepy.
Gretchen: "Now you'll pay attention to me!"
Buddy: *is amenable*
Well, Gretch, be careful what you wish for, and all that.
Things then progress quite naturally and predictably to the garret bedroom...
And a damn lullaby, too. Argh! Gretch, I suppose you're moving in, after all. Your handlers must be ecstatic back at the lab.
Gretchen: "Just as planned."
Oh good grief. At least the money will mean we can have a nice little cake shop soon instead of scrimping by with a lawn-strewn business...
Since Gretchen is a Knowledge sim with the Lifetime Want to Know Absolutely Everything, I thought a bit more librarian-esque look might fit her sweet and swooning personality better. Plus the ponytail-induced massive forehead was beginning to freak me out.
Gretchen: "Why, wolf man, what massive hotness you have! And a book, too!"
The better to learn more recipes with, I suppose.
These two. All the damn time. I don't know if it's the spring season or ACR or double-bolt chemistry or all of the above, but this is what they'll do. All the damn time. That, and take baths.
Gretchen is a fairly easy sim to mind, and her pregnancy has been mostly eating, sleeping, and clinging to the telescope she absolutely wanted bought. Since we're merrily spending all her money on Buddy's little cake shop, I thought it only passing fair that she should have something nice, too.
Erm... what happens to pregnant sims when they're abducted by aliens? IDK. And I don't really want to think about it, either.
Hours later, Gretch returns, sore and bewildered.
Gretchen: "They did things to me!"
Aww. :/
Gretchen: "I wanna go again!"
... Knowledge sims.
The next day, this gentleman showed up. Multiple times. He'd stop by the mailbox, glare at Gretchen, look at her very suspiciously while she brought the trash out, then walk off after a moment. Rinse, and repeat, for four more times.
Suspicious Townie: "There's just something about that young lady... I can't put my finger on it."
And I'd rather you didn't try, either. Gretchen has been rolling wants of turning someone else into a werewolf since she was bitten herself.
Anyway, here's Buddy's little shop of horrors, Sweetie Pies! One of my goals in this challenge is to use stuff I never use in the game otherwise, and on top of the list is the Storybook build set. Buddy's shop doesn't incorporate any elements of it yet, but future community lots along the pitiful shopping strip will be very twee and cutesy indeed. I hope I won't give myself diabetes.
Since Sweetie Pies also has a buffet serving cakes and pies, I'm counting it as a restaurant, but since the business is at a piddly rank 1, it'll be some time before the restrictions on the Culinary career are lifted.
I neglected to take screenshots of Buddy's first night as the proprietor of a shop selling nothing more than chocolates and cakes, but he finally did manage to blunder his way into a bronze cashier badge, thank goodness. Once the kid is born I'll have Gretchen learn about selling things to schm-- er, customers, and her niceness will be yoked to the service of selling overpriced champagne and confectionaries. As it is, the restocking costs are dragging the family's finances down, and they've somewhere around §200 in their bank account. Ah well.
Since Gretchen is absolutely obsessed with meeting up with the aliens again, I spent some of her Aspiration Achievement Points or whatever they are called to unlock the 'Summon Aliens' perk, but it seems to do a fat lot of good. It somehow hurts my heart to see her hopeful little face fall when all her flashlight-waving and yoo-hooing at the skies does nothing.
Gretchen: "I'm merely interested in seeing if I might persuade them to give me a genetic sample! It's for the greater good of the city!"
Right you are, then.
All. The. Damn. Time.
Two-bolters, I swear... The time for the kid to be born was drawing near, and all these two wanted to do was slow-dance and suck face in the kitchen. Ah well...
What.
Buddy: "I did not serve cheesecake to that woman!"
Rassum frassum...
Well, it seems we're to have twice the distraction next time we come around to visit Mr Sunshine and The Bio-Engineered Wonders. The twins were a girl and a boy, and were named Billie and Bailey respectively. Since Buddy has snapped out of his cake-baking fervour only now that the kids are born and he's just beginning to roll wants to marry Gretchen, Billie and Bailey have their mum's last name of Chin.
Gretchen: ALIENS. I wanted aliens, not puking poop-monsters! Do you have any inkling as to how hard it is to get spit-up out of the under-pelt? Do you? I'm going back to my telescope!
... Yeaah. That's all we have time (or patience) this time, so come roll up to the next entry, where we'll meet the dirtier element of Anthill-on-Veldt's new populace.
The tally so far:
Playable sims: 2
Sim modifier: 1 *sigh*
Community lots: Sweetie Pies
Jobs unlocked: None.
Challenge outlook: Curiously optimistic, really
toastsims' Build-A-City-Challenge story, Llama Island (starting here), on one sleepless and frankly homicidally distraught night, and caught the madness myself. Without further ado: Welcome to Anthill-on-Veldt, where there isn't much going on at all right now...
Warning: picture-heavy entry below the cut.
After I first read toast's BACC I scampered off to the rules as are posted on boolProp, promptly misremembered some bits, and merrily played the first cycle, only to resurface face-first into the rules on the LJ community, which are quite a bit different. I've sussed out some happy amalgam for myself, and am mostly keeping to the spirit of the rules, with emphasis on family businesses over racing to top careers. I also have one household I'll be playing according to the Trailer Park Challenge as set out by
fuzzy-spork, because I apparently have no sense of self-preservation. Ah well! Onwards into the fray...
This is Buddy Eyrie, our Founder for the insanity that is about to ensue. He randomised as a grumpy Family sim, and the reason why he has hauled his hairy self to the middle of nowhere to live in a draughty old cottage is about to become apparent.
Copper tub piracy aside, Mr Eyrie has previously found himself in hot water due to a hairy little problem, and he's had to leave traditional society behind or risk the ol' pitchforks and angry villagers exercise routine. Strangely, on taking up residence in Dogsbody Cottage, said hairy little problem has made him nigh-on irresistible to the well weird townies roaming the empty forest lanes of Anthill-on-Veldt:
Buddy is a bleeding werewolf.
Aside from having conniptions at the moon every night in the throes of existential wangst, Mr Eyrie has been steadily digging up the yard of Dogsbody Cottage, when he's not indulging his sweet-tooth.
Buddy's a Culinary Sim, and has informed me that he's been very excited to have Tried Various Culinary Activities, from spackling toast with mustard to stuffing his face with crisps. My original plan had been to have him sew up bajillions of pot holders and curtains, and start a little Needful Things -esque shoppe full of weird thing's he'd dug up from the yard, but I think I'll have him save up and open a little bakery-slash-café instead. What could possibly go wrong in letting a curmudgeonly, ever-hungry man-beastie peddle confectionery to innocent townies?
Pity Sims can't bake dodgy meat pies. I wonder if the customers'll complain about finding hair in their pastries...
Buddy seems to be exhibiting a tendency to hang around the cottage's front yard. I'd be hesitant to call it some guard-dog instinct, but when he's not baking or digging strange things up for my amusement (mauling water mains all the while, bless his whiskers) he's glaring at the passers-by, occasionally attempting the old newspaper disguise.
He's a gregarious little mutt, though, and seems to have caught the eye of some of the interchangeable townie ladies. So Buddy invites a passel of them over and two actually show up.
Mr Eyrie digs his manners out of the back of the cupboard and prepares a tasty dinner of spam sandwiches and light conversation for the creepily similar Kaylynn Spitzig and Gretchen Chin. And serves it in his undies. As you do, when you want to impress a girl.
Buddy: "I know what they want. It's my animal magnetism working its magic. You'll see."
I'll take your word for it, pal.
Kaylynn: "Oh, Mr Eyrie, your fur seems so... soft... and thick..."
Buddy: "Why, thank you! It's that new flea shampoo, you know - not a tangle anywhere!"
Gretchen: *appears impressed*
I'm creeped out by their same-facedness, and these two aren't the only ones, either. It's not quite multiple Abhjeets levels of odd yet, but certainly approaching Uncanny Valley. Perhaps there's a conspiracy, or they're all Stephord Wife bots.
Kaylynn: "Listen, I'll get a read on his vitals while you engage him in conversation. We'll see if his genetic materials are suited for the new program, and maybe if we're lucky, there's a bonus in it for us for hauling his hairy behind in!"
Gretchen: "I don't know, K... why do you always get to do the analysis? My sensors have hardly lost their factory smell!"
Kaylynn: "It won't be the only thing you'll be losing if you don't go distract him, on the double!"
Initialising Operation Let's Take A Hungry Wolf Away From Its Food, I see.
Gretchen: "Hey there, puppy... how'd you like to try a different kind of sandwich with me and Kay-kay?"
Buddy: "... puppy?!"
Kaylynn: "Compiling..."
I'd never had a werewolf savage another sim autonomously before, but that's what happened. One minute they're flirting and heart-farting over each other, the next Buddy is wrasslin' her ass. And Kaylynn didn't bat a lash, nor acknowledge the fight in any way. Robot.
Kaylynn: "Goodness me, look at the time. Good night, and thank you for the sandwiches, Mr Eyrie!"
She then proceeded to hang around, sitting placidly in her chair and looking at non-existent paintings for a few hours while the two werewolves continued flirting and heart-farting over each other.
Gretchen: "Gracious! That man looks even hotter in black-and-white!"
And Kay-kay is still compiling. *sigh*
Kaylynn: "What a wonderfully colourful painting!"
Painting: *does not exist*
Lycantrophes: *continue their mating rites*
D'aww.
Kaylynn: "My goodness! Where did you come from? Despite seeing my good friend just, erm, savagely savaged, I, too, find you incredibly hot!"
Buddy, what did you put in those sandwiches?
Buddy: "Spam, saltpeter, and sheddings. What? It gives the flavour a nice kick!"
Of course it does. *sigh*
About three hours after her my-goodness-I-ought-to-be-going dialogue bubble Kaylynn finally unstuck herself from the premises while Gretchen decided that what she really needed to complete her new outlook in life was that precious wet-dog smell.
Buddy took the opportunity to cavort about in his undies in the backyard snowdrifts and build a good snowman for a change, so happy he apparently was about managing to turn Gretchen into a hairy, shambling were-dog.
Gretchen then subsequently stopped bathing, scrambled out, and kicked Buddy's first nice snowman into smithereens. Because it's not true love if it's not obsessive and creepy.
Gretchen: "Now you'll pay attention to me!"
Buddy: *is amenable*
Well, Gretch, be careful what you wish for, and all that.
Things then progress quite naturally and predictably to the garret bedroom...
And a damn lullaby, too. Argh! Gretch, I suppose you're moving in, after all. Your handlers must be ecstatic back at the lab.
Gretchen: "Just as planned."
Oh good grief. At least the money will mean we can have a nice little cake shop soon instead of scrimping by with a lawn-strewn business...
Since Gretchen is a Knowledge sim with the Lifetime Want to Know Absolutely Everything, I thought a bit more librarian-esque look might fit her sweet and swooning personality better. Plus the ponytail-induced massive forehead was beginning to freak me out.
Gretchen: "Why, wolf man, what massive hotness you have! And a book, too!"
The better to learn more recipes with, I suppose.
These two. All the damn time. I don't know if it's the spring season or ACR or double-bolt chemistry or all of the above, but this is what they'll do. All the damn time. That, and take baths.
Gretchen is a fairly easy sim to mind, and her pregnancy has been mostly eating, sleeping, and clinging to the telescope she absolutely wanted bought. Since we're merrily spending all her money on Buddy's little cake shop, I thought it only passing fair that she should have something nice, too.
Erm... what happens to pregnant sims when they're abducted by aliens? IDK. And I don't really want to think about it, either.
Hours later, Gretch returns, sore and bewildered.
Gretchen: "They did things to me!"
Aww. :/
Gretchen: "I wanna go again!"
... Knowledge sims.
The next day, this gentleman showed up. Multiple times. He'd stop by the mailbox, glare at Gretchen, look at her very suspiciously while she brought the trash out, then walk off after a moment. Rinse, and repeat, for four more times.
Suspicious Townie: "There's just something about that young lady... I can't put my finger on it."
And I'd rather you didn't try, either. Gretchen has been rolling wants of turning someone else into a werewolf since she was bitten herself.
Anyway, here's Buddy's little shop of horrors, Sweetie Pies! One of my goals in this challenge is to use stuff I never use in the game otherwise, and on top of the list is the Storybook build set. Buddy's shop doesn't incorporate any elements of it yet, but future community lots along the pitiful shopping strip will be very twee and cutesy indeed. I hope I won't give myself diabetes.
Since Sweetie Pies also has a buffet serving cakes and pies, I'm counting it as a restaurant, but since the business is at a piddly rank 1, it'll be some time before the restrictions on the Culinary career are lifted.
I neglected to take screenshots of Buddy's first night as the proprietor of a shop selling nothing more than chocolates and cakes, but he finally did manage to blunder his way into a bronze cashier badge, thank goodness. Once the kid is born I'll have Gretchen learn about selling things to schm-- er, customers, and her niceness will be yoked to the service of selling overpriced champagne and confectionaries. As it is, the restocking costs are dragging the family's finances down, and they've somewhere around §200 in their bank account. Ah well.
Since Gretchen is absolutely obsessed with meeting up with the aliens again, I spent some of her Aspiration Achievement Points or whatever they are called to unlock the 'Summon Aliens' perk, but it seems to do a fat lot of good. It somehow hurts my heart to see her hopeful little face fall when all her flashlight-waving and yoo-hooing at the skies does nothing.
Gretchen: "I'm merely interested in seeing if I might persuade them to give me a genetic sample! It's for the greater good of the city!"
Right you are, then.
All. The. Damn. Time.
Two-bolters, I swear... The time for the kid to be born was drawing near, and all these two wanted to do was slow-dance and suck face in the kitchen. Ah well...
What.
Buddy: "I did not serve cheesecake to that woman!"
Rassum frassum...
Well, it seems we're to have twice the distraction next time we come around to visit Mr Sunshine and The Bio-Engineered Wonders. The twins were a girl and a boy, and were named Billie and Bailey respectively. Since Buddy has snapped out of his cake-baking fervour only now that the kids are born and he's just beginning to roll wants to marry Gretchen, Billie and Bailey have their mum's last name of Chin.
Gretchen: ALIENS. I wanted aliens, not puking poop-monsters! Do you have any inkling as to how hard it is to get spit-up out of the under-pelt? Do you? I'm going back to my telescope!
... Yeaah. That's all we have time (or patience) this time, so come roll up to the next entry, where we'll meet the dirtier element of Anthill-on-Veldt's new populace.
The tally so far:
Playable sims: 2
Sim modifier: 1 *sigh*
Community lots: Sweetie Pies
Jobs unlocked: None.
Challenge outlook: Curiously optimistic, really
