The Brickel ISBI 1.1
So I've finally decided to try documenting a Sims challenge because... reasons.
There's about 28374983748972387489237482 pics under the cut.
Meet Ford Brickel!
Well. We're getting off to a smashing start: the game crashed five seconds after getting Ford onto the lot.
seventeen hours of load time later
LETS TRY THAT AGAIN.
MEET FORD BRICKEL!!1!
He's all alone.
All alone.
Not sure where the heck all his neighbors are in relationship to his death trap sandlot newly purchased plot of doom land. Just over the rise is supposedly a body of water, but Ford's never seen it.
Stats, cuz I'm too lazy to type all that out. TL;DR: even keeled, kinda sloppy Fortune Sim with a sense of humor.
Ta-da, instant house!
Four room shack is four room shack.
His lifetime want is.... AHAHAHAHAHA no
Time to meet some people he's never gonna see again! (Good thing, too, since he's just oh-so pleasant to talk to...)
Actually, knowing Ford, he's probably gonna talk to the girl again, because she's a playable in this neighborhood. He likes to be contrary.
WHOSE DOG IS THIS
bruh
Uh-huh, look at how well he's getting along with this person he can't move into his home to make babies with because she's ALREADY MARRIED
Plus, ew no maxis
for real tho who dog dis
...yes, Ford, the mailbox is outside. The DOG, HOWEVER, is INSIDE. WITH YOU.
This is all he does all. day. long.
Yeah, okay Ford. You ain't gettin no younger, bub, time to go shopping for an egg donor.
...yes, very nice, you like games, but that thing is not going to bear your child. Get moving!
He finally met a pretty girl named Sharon Knight at the mini mall across town (where he was discovering his apparent lifelong passion for pinball??). He's gonna woo her with his scintillating talk of stock charts.
Judging by the blank stare, it looks like Sharon's super impressed.
Or maybe she was?
Turns out she was just blinded by his alabaster skin.
"Seriously, dude. Foundation is your friend."
"Oh yeah! I've actually been using a product called Plaster of Paris! It gives me an ethereal glow."
"..."
"Maybe we should move on to safer topics..."
"Like MONEH!"
"Mmmmmmm, cold hard cash, my favorite!" Well, that explains how he managed to snag someone while quoting NASDAQ figures...
They bonded over gold bars...
...and bowls of golden mac n' cheese. Yum, I guess.
Apparently, Sharon's pretty comfortable with Ford. She's known the guy all of one day, but she's naked in his house.
She didn't stay the night, though. He doesn't seem too broken up about it.
Besides, there's always the BEST GAME EVER
Plus he can relive that glorious conversation by spitting day old mac n' cheese all over the kitchen. Beautiful.
Yay, money!
So now he can stop fretting about the colorshifting envelopes of doom.
"Ain't no repo man coming for my barren shack!"
Spelunking or whatever wasn't really getting the bills paid, and it wasn't as interesting as he'd hoped it would be (note the intense boredom), so he signed up to join the fire academy!
Good news: he made it through the academy. Bad news: nearly crapped his pants in the process. He's okay now.
:: sigh ::
Why?
Why?!
"What is this?? Nobody told me there was a bootleg repo man!"
WHY??
BRUH
"Forget it. I gotta eat."
TO THE BREAK OF DAWN. GET IT??
Seriously, this dude is just gonna dance his way through Ford's breakfast.
...w h y
Basically the boogieing burglar wouldn't ease on down the road, and the cops never came for him, and every time Ford came home he remembered there was a dangerous smooth criminal in his totally emptied living room, and he spazzed and peed himself and nearly got himself fired and deaded of hunger and why, so I deleted the burgling fiend. We now return you to your regularly scheduled program.
I have no idea when this happened. But yay!
Ford.
Ford, it's winter.
That's great, Ford, but-
Sharon, tell him-
Guys.
Wait, NOW?
CAN YOU HURRY IT UP??
AND THEN THE GAME CRASHED AGAIN
fast forward through three stupid days of getting them back together
Oh, look, Sharon Knight is now Sharon Brickel!
...oh, she's gonna fit in juuuuuuust fine.
And we'll end with them getting to work on the torch-holder!
I have a bad feeling about this.
***
The tally so far:
Torch-Holders: 1
Perma-Plat:
Pass Outs: 1
Potty Emergencies:
Shrink:
Social Bunny:
Social Worker:
Accidental Deaths:
Top of Career:
100k Simoleans:
***
Thanks for reading! :D
There's about 28374983748972387489237482 pics under the cut.
Meet Ford Brickel!
Well. We're getting off to a smashing start: the game crashed five seconds after getting Ford onto the lot.
seventeen hours of load time later
LETS TRY THAT AGAIN.
MEET FORD BRICKEL!!1!
He's all alone.
All alone.
Not sure where the heck all his neighbors are in relationship to his death trap sandlot newly purchased plot of doom land. Just over the rise is supposedly a body of water, but Ford's never seen it.
Stats, cuz I'm too lazy to type all that out. TL;DR: even keeled, kinda sloppy Fortune Sim with a sense of humor.
Ta-da, instant house!
Four room shack is four room shack.
His lifetime want is.... AHAHAHAHAHA no
Time to meet some people he's never gonna see again! (Good thing, too, since he's just oh-so pleasant to talk to...)
Actually, knowing Ford, he's probably gonna talk to the girl again, because she's a playable in this neighborhood. He likes to be contrary.
WHOSE DOG IS THIS
bruh
Uh-huh, look at how well he's getting along with this person he can't move into his home to make babies with because she's ALREADY MARRIED
Plus, ew no maxis
for real tho who dog dis
...yes, Ford, the mailbox is outside. The DOG, HOWEVER, is INSIDE. WITH YOU.
This is all he does all. day. long.
Yeah, okay Ford. You ain't gettin no younger, bub, time to go shopping for an egg donor.
...yes, very nice, you like games, but that thing is not going to bear your child. Get moving!
He finally met a pretty girl named Sharon Knight at the mini mall across town (where he was discovering his apparent lifelong passion for pinball??). He's gonna woo her with his scintillating talk of stock charts.
Judging by the blank stare, it looks like Sharon's super impressed.
Or maybe she was?
Turns out she was just blinded by his alabaster skin.
"Seriously, dude. Foundation is your friend."
"Oh yeah! I've actually been using a product called Plaster of Paris! It gives me an ethereal glow."
"..."
"Maybe we should move on to safer topics..."
"Like MONEH!"
"Mmmmmmm, cold hard cash, my favorite!" Well, that explains how he managed to snag someone while quoting NASDAQ figures...
They bonded over gold bars...
...and bowls of golden mac n' cheese. Yum, I guess.
Apparently, Sharon's pretty comfortable with Ford. She's known the guy all of one day, but she's naked in his house.
She didn't stay the night, though. He doesn't seem too broken up about it.
Besides, there's always the BEST GAME EVER
Plus he can relive that glorious conversation by spitting day old mac n' cheese all over the kitchen. Beautiful.
Yay, money!
So now he can stop fretting about the colorshifting envelopes of doom.
"Ain't no repo man coming for my barren shack!"
Spelunking or whatever wasn't really getting the bills paid, and it wasn't as interesting as he'd hoped it would be (note the intense boredom), so he signed up to join the fire academy!
Good news: he made it through the academy. Bad news: nearly crapped his pants in the process. He's okay now.
:: sigh ::
Why?
Why?!
"What is this?? Nobody told me there was a bootleg repo man!"
WHY??
BRUH
"Forget it. I gotta eat."
TO THE BREAK OF DAWN. GET IT??
Seriously, this dude is just gonna dance his way through Ford's breakfast.
...w h y
Basically the boogieing burglar wouldn't ease on down the road, and the cops never came for him, and every time Ford came home he remembered there was a dangerous smooth criminal in his totally emptied living room, and he spazzed and peed himself and nearly got himself fired and deaded of hunger and why, so I deleted the burgling fiend. We now return you to your regularly scheduled program.
I have no idea when this happened. But yay!
Ford.
Ford, it's winter.
That's great, Ford, but-
Sharon, tell him-
Guys.
Wait, NOW?
CAN YOU HURRY IT UP??
AND THEN THE GAME CRASHED AGAIN
fast forward through three stupid days of getting them back together
Oh, look, Sharon Knight is now Sharon Brickel!
...oh, she's gonna fit in juuuuuuust fine.
And we'll end with them getting to work on the torch-holder!
I have a bad feeling about this.
***
The tally so far:
Torch-Holders: 1
Perma-Plat:
Pass Outs: 1
Potty Emergencies:
Shrink:
Social Bunny:
Social Worker:
Accidental Deaths:
Top of Career:
100k Simoleans:
***
Thanks for reading! :D