This is our wonderful founder Angie Simple. Because things are just plainly going to be simple. Nothing too complicated going on here. At least not as complicated as other things. Angie is a pop sim with a sign of Virgo. She loves witches and jewelry but not servos.
And here is Angie’s big empty lot of nothingness, a whole lot of 5x5 to go around and then some.
And on cue at 9 am, the paper boy drops on by with our three jobs. YEA! Sims will actually go to work! Leaving the lot for a rabbit hole FTW!
Angie’s LTW is to be The Law. She also wouldn’t mind going into business or journalism career fields. Too bad the only job I see worthwhile is education. Playground monitor ya! Gone 5 days a week for X amount of hours! JOY!
Also on cue is Mr. Humble and his magic box of presents. Which will go into the inventory and lost once Angie dies of old age or some horrible accident that I don’t foresee. Hopefully old age.
And here’s our first walk-by: Phil Jusmakusol. Which for some reason I keep wanting to say as ‘Phil just make us lol’.
What’s up with Phil though? Bad hair dye job or something. With that facial hair, it’s really hard not to see your natural hair color. I think. Or maybe he did a reverse dye to confuse us all?! No, not clever enough, methinks.
First bit of gossip is someone peeing themselves? But who? You just got here Angie! Like, just born got here! How could you know if someone peed themselves by now?
Short time after Angie finishes befriending Phil the real welcoming crew arrives. And just in case I forgot to mention it earlier, the legacy takes place in Belladonna Cove so if you’ve hung around there and recognize a few faces, yea… You’ll have more knowledge than me.
With the newcomers greeted, Angie gets the cold shoulder.
For a good long while. Come on sims! Socialize with the new girl not amongst your greedy little selves! You’re supposed to be making her feel welcome not unwanted. I think.
Anywho, I’ve decided to build Angie a little box to call home and make food and take care of bodily functions. I left out the bed, but that comes later! Promise!
So much for ignoring her. Thanks for finally turning your attention back to Angie, Phil.
With simple wants of fridge, toilet, and shower gone, Angie makes room for the ever important, “Be friends with this person!” And as we try to make friends, we fail.
Again and again and again.
Until 3500 big ones finally smack Angie in the face. Gee Angie, do ya think that after she said no to talking about the weather the first time, that asking a 3rd 4th, and even 6th time would work out any better? Sheesh!
“I’m hungry. Can I stop making friends and eat now?” Not yet. You need to shoo away all those pesky friends away first.
But in the midst of said shooing, Mr. Pointy nose comes over a admires Angie….. And look at that nose!
LOOK AT IT!! So pointy!
And with the guests gone, Angie enjoys herself a nice refreshing can of instant meal. Yum.
And there’s that bed I promised! I told you it’d be there. Just had to stuff the fridge in the inventory to get to it.
Thankfully, the grass won’t grow any taller…. Or will it? Maybe greener. >_>
“I’m hungry!” Go to work then. They give lots of yummy stuff for lunch there. For free! Or wait, rather… they pay you to eat there! Go now!
“Please tell me you have a Law career in that paper.” “No promises.”
Good news! Promotion! Bad news! Sarah Ottoman followed Angie home. Blast!
“Hoe bout this weather?” Yes, we get to go for another 3500 big ones. Woo! And weather is the topic of choice again! >_<
At least Mrs. Ottoman doesn’t mind talking about the weather instead of Miss “Don’t talk to me about weather”.
Friendship and platinum bar later and… I don’t think that’s a wise activity for a pregnant woman.