Verboten 2.1
Sascha: ~I got some action~
Townie: I just skiied down that crazy hill over there! Have you ever gone skiing over there because I almost DIED! I feel invigorated!
Sascha: Do you know what's invigorating? Me! ~Getting action~!
Townie: Well, if you insist--
Sascha: Eh. Not really. *shove*
Sascha: And by not really, I mean loathing forever. JUST SO YOU KNOW.
Sinjin: Look at that! In the sky!
Sascha: It stopped snowing five minutes ago, Sinjin.
Sinjin: It's so pretty~
Sinjin: Maybe I'll even get a SNOW DAY! Yee!
Sinjin sure loves the snow. He's going at it like a little happy kid!
...an evil happy kid. :|
I... I don't like the way Pengu is looking at that pitchfork, you guys. D:
WHAT DID YOU DOOOOO. D: I look away for one second, and... and... *weeps*
See, Sinjin?! Sascha isn't happy, either! You JERK.
Well, I guess she wasn't too displeased. Sheesh. Sascha, what about Mr. Snowman, eh?! Oh, that poor thing...
Sinjin decided to make a replacement snowman!
It didn't end well.
Sinjin: Dang, that was cold!
Sascha: It's okay. I'll warm that snow up for you. For next time!
"For next time" doesn't work if he falls into the snow six feet away. Do better, Sinjin.
Pengu: Now I'll /never/ get to assault my enemies with a pitchfork... *siiigh*
Sinjin: zz-nxnsr-- bl-- oh! I just had a dream where a penguin tried to kill me! Well, if it was only a dream...
Pengu: Fear not, Fallen Snowman. I shall instigate an uprising to avenge you. The Horrible Elf-Man SHALL FALL.
No, Sascha. Sinjin is not putting on weight, and drinking that soda will not make him look pregnant (and even if he did, it is not gross, you HORRIBLE, SIZIST PERSON.)
He is excited to have tried the Sports activity by sitting on his butt! Heck, I would be, too! If I figured out how to do that, I'd market it on TV infomercials!
Sinjin spent most of his day lounging around and tossing back cold ones. Essentially, he is a hobo and he needs a job.
One of these days. Hobo.
This happens every time it snows. No exceptions!
Their house (er, bedroom?) now is properlly outfitted with walls.
Sinjin celebrated by BEATING THE EVERLOVING SNOT out of the snowman that was still in the house.
Well, it beats playing that song by Kool and the Gang. ("Celebrate, celebrate, come on and celebraaate!" No, I will not.)
Sinjin got a Social Bunny! It likes to juggle for him.
Sinjin doesn't care. Sinjin just sleeps in bed.
Sinjin: I just had a nightmare where I was 1% less devilishly good looking!
Most unsettling, indeed.
Also, Sascha is pregnant!
Sascha: Being pregnant is SO DANG BORING GOSH DARN IT ARRRRGH
I agree!
So, the baby is here now! (Actually, I switched windows and forgot to pause. It's okay, only four in-game hours or so lost!)
It's a dude. His name is Rusty! He has Skintone 3, green eyes, and brown hair.
They can't afford a crib, so Rusty gets to sleep outside with the butterflies. D'aww. (Don't freeze. Because I said so!)
Rusty: WAAAAH I'M LYING IN THE SNOW COVERED IN MY OWN STEEENCH!
Whiner.
You have gosh-darned BUTTERFLIES, okay?! Shut up and stop whining!
Boy, these two each have their own unique balls of stink. It's kind of moving, actually.
Sinjin: Plate, you had best learn to clean yourself, because I CAN'T PUT UP WITH THIS ANY LONGER.
For some reason, Sinjin is incredibly depressed. You know what that means!
SUPER SERIOUS CEREAL EATING!! >:|
Also, I decided to give him a bit of a ~makeover~.
Hey, barfing is not depressed. I call it an upgrade.
Okay, fine, so he's still depressed. Not my problem!
What is my problem: some of the next few pictures have little graphical errors. I messed up! Sorry!
Oh, man. Now he's emotionally eating. :< It's okay, Sinjin. Tell me what's wrong!
Sinjin: I'M HUNGRY. THAT'S WHAT'S WRONG.
Sinjin: I'm going to bed. This stinks.
~20 minutes later~
Sinjin: *yawwwn*
Sinjin: I'M STARVING FIX IT.
It goes on like this until Sascha gets home from work and fixes some food.
Sinjin: feeeeeed meeeeeee
Sascha: I made sandwiches.
Sinjin: But I don't liiiike sandwichessss.
Sinjin: Besides, I can't eat when that stinky baby is in the way. You should do something about that kid.
Sinjin: I'm going back to bed now. PEACE.