Newton Legacy: Gen 1.1
To avoid any confusion: This is somewhat a story commentary-based legacy. It will be told from 1st person point of view, by the heir/founder. There will still be humor, though!
It feels good to start over. I recently moved to Downtown Harborton. Admittedly, the houses were more expensive Downtown than in the rural Harborton area, but it was worth it. Unfortunately, I was left with only (roughly) $2,000. I personally believe my house was a bargain, though. I'm sure you're wondering who I am, though.
Andie Newton | Knowledge / Romance
Ltw: Max 7 skills
6 neat
0 outgoing
6 active
4 playful
8 nice
Obviously, there was a LOT to be done. I needed to get a job, buy new furniture, talk to my neighbors, get to know the area, and maybe adopt a puppy ... But I was distracted by the TV. Eh, no need to rush into anything, I suppose!
Although watching TV had been "enjoyable", I felt more inclined to dismantle it than to continue watching re-runs of that campy werewolf film
That's when I discovered ... I had a natural 'gift' with mechanics! Even though, sticking a screwdriver through the front of the TV does not improve screen quality.
Apparently, prostitution isn't a respectable field Downtown, so I was forced to take up a job in politics. Oooh, campaign work, so much fun. (sigh) I believed that studying to be more charismatic certainly couldn't HURT my chances at a promotion.
Having very few sim simoleans had it's benefits and detriments. I couldn't afford an actual car, but I was able to purchase a body, along with some tires and a rickety old engine. Luckily, my new found love of mechanics allowed me to work on the car at a steady pace.
After a few hours of toying around with the 'car', a few of my neighbors dropped by. They introduced themselves as Jenna and Ralph, and were not together, just coincidentally dropping by my home at the same time. I prepared a wondrous dinner, complete with macaroni and cheese served in my antique china dishes and a view of my beautifully decorated mansion (sigh). Dinner conversation flowed well, and Ralph told me about all of the bars and clubs Downtown had to offer. He even mentioned a roller skating rink located in Harborton.
After wishing Jenna and Ralph many thanks and goodbyes, I carried myself to bed. Tomorrow was my first day of work.
I woke up early the next day, before I even had to get ready for work. I was excited about working on my car, who'd I affectionately named 'Neville'. He was coming together ... slowly ... verrrryyyyy slowly, but surely. The car for work pulled up quicker than I'd expected, and I was forced to head to work without taking a shower.
My charisma and stench paid off, because I was promoted!
One day of work, and I'm already an Intern? Maybe I'll switch career fields soon ...
With the extra money I had gotten for my promotion, I thought that I'd find my significant other.
I'd heard there was a 'matchmaker' of sorts in town who could help you find your one true love.
As far fetched as it sounded, I was lonely and had enough money to afford 'true love'.
Instead, I got this guy. I can't even remember his name. He was admittedly attractive, but his fashion sense was lacking. Not to mention how his personality was capable of boring me to tears. The matchmaker left with my money, and I was left all alone ... still.
The next month went by extremely quickly, with promotions continually coming my way.
Neville's engine only needed a few more tweaks, and then I could work on his body. Rawrrrr. Oh my, being lonely for so long has me purring at the mention of a car.
That evening, I decided to give myself a break and to head to the roller rink that Ralph had mentioned.
I learned the hard way that just because you can spin on skates ...
... doesn't mean you're a world class speed skater. What a gip.
I ended up leaving the roller rink earlier than planned, but if it helped me avoid any more anal bruises, so be it!
I entered one of the clubs there, FM I believe. There, I saw the most attractive balding bartender I'd ever seen. Although, to be totally honest, he was the ONLY balding bartender I'd ever seen.
Getting over my shyness was hard enough, but working up the courage to pull him away from his job to talk to me ... that's an entirely different thing. But I did it! He entertained my ideas of becoming mayor, and was suprisingly intelligent for a balding bartender. His name was Brian. He told me after an hour or so that he found me beautiful, but that he was gay. (sigh) I had to admit, I had GREAT luck with men.
And matchmakers.
I abandoned the idea of continuing to talk to this bartender, since he wasn't interested in me. I ended up having an 'affair' with a machine that looked fun, but ended up making me vomit. Determined to have fun, I headed back to the bar ...
... and downed several shots of Tequila.
After those shots, it was easy to loosen up. I went on the dance floor, and forgot that I couldn't dance.
I even forgot that I was painfully shy.
Spending my last few minutes pretending I was a DJ (and massacring the system with such poise), I realized one thing:
Maybe living here in Downtown wouldn't be that bad.
Thanks for reading! Comments / constructive criticism is beyond appreciated.