SEXCASUAL Round Robin Generation 2.3
Part of the SEXCASUAL Round Robin legacy challenge! See the first generation over at dothesmustle ( sexcasual tag)!
The very first thing that occurs when I put the SEXCASUALs onto a lot? Peter gets picked on.
Clearly, this Round Robin thing was just MEANT TO BE.
Everyone is beating up on Peter! This is an eventful two minutes after starting.
I notice it's also raining. Like tears from Peter's eyes ;_;
The sun comes back out when Jacqueline cries, though. What can I say? Weather just doesn't like her.
Holy cow, I'm beginning to think that this is all these Sims do. D: Are they broken?!
Rod Humble: Hi, Russell! Keep up the good work!
Russell: I /WILL/.
Peter: :<
Oh, holy heck. Look at that queue. I need to get these people some hobbies. Time to build them a house!
Peter: WHY ARE YOU GUYS SO CRUELLLLL *sob*
Jacqueline: Is he still crying?
Russell: He is. :|
Peter: whyyyyyy
Russell: SHUT UP YOUR WIMP FACE!
Jacqueline: :D
They are taking serious delight in his pain.
I feel a little bad for him, actually. It'll be okay, Peter!
To celebrate their successful attempts at torment, Russell and Jacqueline play some football! Yay!
Oh. I guess Peter doesn't like football.
Peter: How many pigs died for your selfish games? HOW MANY PIGS, RUSSELL. (and jacqueline i guess)
Poor guy just wants a little retail therapy, I guess.
Well, I really feel sorry for him, so if it'll make him feel better...
He got some underwear! yaaay
He also got leered at by that guy! boooo
PETER'S REVENGE.
Peter: There's /something/ /on/ /your/ /shirt/.
Russell: NO. You lie! /Lie!/
Russell: How did he knowwww? How did he seeeee?
Leery Butterfly: Holy cow, I can't get enough of this stuff.
Jacqueline: Have a NICE. DAY.
Peter: I WON'T.
And lo! It was the worst day ever.
Oh, so those sandwiches on the ground just weren't good enough for you, were they? They had GRADE-A FAKE MEAT, you guys. You ought to be ashamed.
Wait, did someone end up serving a thing of TV dinners?! Those are single-serve only! My goodness, these sims are MAGIC!
Russell: Hey, guys! Does this make us /wizards/?! :D
No, Russell. It does not.
But it does mean that it really is a serving tray of TV dinners. Dang, this is cool.
By the way, everyone stinks.
Peter: If my eyeliner isn't the most expertly applied thing, I'll eat my hat. /And I don't own a hat./
Further evidence of that TV tray tomfoolery!
I guess that magical TV tray was just too much for Jacqueline's delicate sensibilities. It'll be okay, Jackie. (Can someone please get the smelling salts? She has the vapors!)
The very first thing that occurs when I put the SEXCASUALs onto a lot? Peter gets picked on.
Clearly, this Round Robin thing was just MEANT TO BE.
Everyone is beating up on Peter! This is an eventful two minutes after starting.
I notice it's also raining. Like tears from Peter's eyes ;_;
The sun comes back out when Jacqueline cries, though. What can I say? Weather just doesn't like her.
Holy cow, I'm beginning to think that this is all these Sims do. D: Are they broken?!
Rod Humble: Hi, Russell! Keep up the good work!
Russell: I /WILL/.
Peter: :<
Oh, holy heck. Look at that queue. I need to get these people some hobbies. Time to build them a house!
Peter: WHY ARE YOU GUYS SO CRUELLLLL *sob*
Jacqueline: Is he still crying?
Russell: He is. :|
Peter: whyyyyyy
Russell: SHUT UP YOUR WIMP FACE!
Jacqueline: :D
They are taking serious delight in his pain.
I feel a little bad for him, actually. It'll be okay, Peter!
To celebrate their successful attempts at torment, Russell and Jacqueline play some football! Yay!
Oh. I guess Peter doesn't like football.
Peter: How many pigs died for your selfish games? HOW MANY PIGS, RUSSELL. (and jacqueline i guess)
Poor guy just wants a little retail therapy, I guess.
Well, I really feel sorry for him, so if it'll make him feel better...
He got some underwear! yaaay
He also got leered at by that guy! boooo
PETER'S REVENGE.
Peter: There's /something/ /on/ /your/ /shirt/.
Russell: NO. You lie! /Lie!/
Russell: How did he knowwww? How did he seeeee?
Leery Butterfly: Holy cow, I can't get enough of this stuff.
Jacqueline: Have a NICE. DAY.
Peter: I WON'T.
And lo! It was the worst day ever.
Oh, so those sandwiches on the ground just weren't good enough for you, were they? They had GRADE-A FAKE MEAT, you guys. You ought to be ashamed.
Wait, did someone end up serving a thing of TV dinners?! Those are single-serve only! My goodness, these sims are MAGIC!
Russell: Hey, guys! Does this make us /wizards/?! :D
No, Russell. It does not.
But it does mean that it really is a serving tray of TV dinners. Dang, this is cool.
By the way, everyone stinks.
Peter: If my eyeliner isn't the most expertly applied thing, I'll eat my hat. /And I don't own a hat./
Further evidence of that TV tray tomfoolery!
I guess that magical TV tray was just too much for Jacqueline's delicate sensibilities. It'll be okay, Jackie. (Can someone please get the smelling salts? She has the vapors!)