Summer 1 on Challenge Island and we have three families to check in on. At some point, I will be splitting these updates but now is not
that time. Also at some point, I will be getting bored with this. But now is also not that time.
Why am I updating again so soon? Because I cut myself off from playing until I update. It’s an effective motivator for me.
As normal, we’re starting off with the Joneses.
I shouldn’t really need to identify who’s who considering when I updated, but I’m going to try to keep doing it for now. I know as the
neighborhood grows and becomes incestuous it’ll be a good thing.
The house that digging built.
Full disclosure time, this house didn’t last long. There was some kind of glitch where I couldn’t place walls of ceiling tiles so I had to
bulldoze the whole thing, move it forward about four squares, re-level the lot, and try again. Now it seems to work. I’ll show you a
picture of it when I get there.
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood...
The kids are off to school.
Which means that the adults are all huddled in the backyard digging for crap.
Amara: Dig faster.
Damion: You’re not helping.
Amara: I dug up a treasure chest. Now I need a nap. Let me know when you find something useful.
Damion: Amara, love, you’ve got to calm down. We’re the richest family on the block. We’ve got the best of everything. We can’t
spend all of our time digging we need to live a little.
Regina: Hi, so I’m a family sim and I’m getting desperate. You’re going to stand there and let me build my aspiration up, okay?
Elvis Haired Teen (Adam): And what if I say no?
Regina: Oh, you’re so funny! I’m a playable and unless you get struck by lightning and run off, you’re stuck here until the coding sends
you home at midnight. Plenty of time for me to get what I want.
Teen Elvis: Well, when you put it that way... Sure... Be happy to help. Just so you know I’m a Romance sim and we have no bolts.
Regina: Don’t care.
And so it goes. It was about this point when I redid the house. They have a fishing pond now and the roof now covers the porch as
Damion: I know something that can relieve boredom.
Damion: How about couch woohoo?
Amara: Sounds awesome!
Damion: That’s not all that’s awesome...
Gods, just look at his hand and where he’s looking. Damion’s a boob-man through and through. No wonder he likes fuller figured
Arya: I hate to break up this love fest, but there’s a walkby outside and I have zero outgoing points and a full bladder.
Amara: If you hit it off will you be moving out?
Amara: I’m on it.
Walkby: Hi, I’m Merlin Midlock.
Arya: *sticks hand out blindly* Um... Hi...
Merlin: Whoa there! I don’t think you meant to be that friendly.
Arya: Oh my gosh! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll just go back to digging now.
Merlin: Wait. I didn’t get your name.
Arya: It’s Arya. Arya Jones.
Merlin: Nice to meet you. It’s nice to see someone else with the same skin color as me. There aren’t enough greenies out there.
Arya: Yeah. Um. Yeah.
Merlin: Hey, don’t worry about it. You’re shy, I get it. So how about you ask me something and I’ll babble for a while until you get
comfortable with me.
Merlin: Cool. So I’m a Cancer and I want get married and have kids one day. I’ve put it on hold for my career, I’m a celebrity chef, you
know. You might have seen me on TV.
Arya: We don’t have a TV. Not yet. Sorry.
Merlin: Hey, you don’t have to go. I didn’t mean anything by it.
Arya: You didn’t?
Merlin: Yeah. I guess I’m not as outgoing as I was trying to pretend.
Arya: Oh? Oh!
Merlin: Yeah. Pretty silly, huh?
Arya: So you want to have a pillow fight?
Finally, the digging has paid off to the point that I can have the girls skilling. I’d forgotten I have 8-day teens in. So the girls have
almost nothing in the way of skills. This is not a good thing.
Skill, girls! Skill like the wind!
Meanwhile the adults did things other than skill.
Merlin: Don’t bother them. They know we’re planning on moving soon. We’ll just take the furniture I bought with the 16,000 I
brought in and go.
Arya: Will it be enough?
Merlin: With everything else in my inventory it should be.
And dates happened. So did parties. Because I have people who like socializing in this house.
Bonnie: Mmmm... Damion’s hot.
Damion: And so I said, that everyone looks better at two in the morning and through a pair of beer goggles.
Bonnie: Well, if you like beer we’ve got some punch outside you might be interested in. ‘Sides, I got a question for you.
Damion: Sure, why not?
Bonnie: I was wondering if you’d be the father of one of my illegitimate spawn?
Damion: But I’m married. I shouldn’t.
Bonnie: So am I. It’ll be in good fun. Have some punch and think about it.
In preparation for the yard sale that’s happening later, it’s time for some digging and fishing so we can fit all of the kids Bonnie’s
planning on spawning. And so we don’t have to have finger stew for ever they’ve also started a garden funded by date flowers. Date
flowers... Funding trailer park challenges since 2012.
Meanwhile the kids grew up and there was a massive sigh of relief.
And Stu got a job in Culinary, and there was another massive sigh of relief.
And we could finally pay our bills and there was another massive sigh of relief.
You know, there’s just a little something wrong that children can pour themselves a nice cold one.
But soon enough Damion arrived and placed a bun in her oven. Then she kicked him out before her husband could come home.
Damion in return left her a Bust of Typhodia so that all future weddings can have an officiant of their own.
Then last day of summer finally arrived. Yard sale day. Picture is a bit delayed, this was taken closer to noon and the lone treasure
chest and two orby things had sold already.
Here’s the trick, show item to customer. The prices are so low that they’ll buy them on their own without you prompting it. Stu here is
showing orange shirt townie another statue of some kind. Keep some bones out because they’re like candy for the townies and they
can’t resist a good bone but if you want to make money, show item from the most expensive to least. By the time the sale was over I’d
made about 5,000. I still had some fish and rocks left, but all of the statues, maps, and expensive fish had been sold. Along with the 40
or so bones and 10 boots. It adds up.
This one is white, and not beige. It still has the two doors and a window in every room along with wallpaper/flooring. But it means I
can start having room. The plan is to move the main bedroom into the white trailer and have the nursery there too with a second fridge
and the main room being the skilling/fun area. Then turn the beige trailer in the bedroom/eating trailer.
I think it will work. And just in time too...
Random Townie: Is that kid on his own? Shouldn’t someone call child services?
Someone probably should but this is the sims where twelves are totally okay on their own.
I meant it, he didn’t do much other than work, school, eat, sleep.
Although I did have him dig for money twice and which he had issues finding his shaft. In the interest of fairness, Jack was only
allowed as many digs as it took to hit a gusher or bottom out his hygiene. This is not the Joneses. And I don’t want to get bored too
To those people worried about Jack’s social meter. You shouldn’t. Dragged someone home from school every day starting with Face
One Tish here. They’ve got two bolts and she’s a potential spouse.
Things couldn’t get very far before Jack had to go to work.
But Tish proved her potential by waiting around for Jack, even if he would rather sleep than go on a date.
Tish straightened out his priorities with a good swift air punch.
Jack: So I was thinking, when we grow up you might want to move in and get married.
Jack: I said...
Joy: No, I heard you. Look. We’re teens. And I’m a townie. I don’t grow up, ever. Not unless you make me.
Jack: I could have you grow up with me...
Joy: Maybe. Ask me later. Just for now, let’s have a good date and enjoy what’s left of your teen years.
Jack: I don’t want to go to work.
You need money.
Jack: The uniform’s stupid.
You need money.
Jack: Not one word!
Driver: Whatever. At least you’re not a giant french fry.
I am so glad I resorted to drastic actions. This is ridiculous.
Joy left this. She’s definitely moving up in my book. But, this is house with uncontrollables. An attractive item like this could cause
So that’s the end of this update. But I’ve got a question for you.
Which of these two should I have Jack marry?
Tish or Joy. Both are Fortune sims and both have two bolts with Jack.
I’d rather not wait for him to befriend an adult townie since I want to get to the funtimes of the insanity and uncontrollableness. And
you do too.
So help me pick! I like them both for different reasons.
So that’s it for Rotation One. We have a new house with the Midlocks (Arya and Merlin) which will be doing a career only matriarchy.
AKA all of the money must come from careers other than the first day build money (which has been spent to build the house) and the
only people who can inherit are women.
So until next time, whenever that is, happy simming!