The Kershets 1.1
Hi kids, sims_gone here with a new project. I feel like the ghost of the community, lurking and admiring a lot of people's legacies and challenges without commenting or doing much myself. I have a tendency to wander off for a few months and then charge back in, all "Hey guys what's this ISBI thing I keep hearing so much about??" So, here's me, jumping on the Rainbow/ISBI/Pixel_Trade bandwagon train just as it's leaving the station. I haven't tried doing a commentary style here before (there is an old legacy of mine on the exchange from like 2006) and it seems like just what I want after so much time spent trying to cram my pictures into a story format.
So! No story! Only pictures and madcap commentary! No further adieu!
Meet Buttercup Kershet, our lovely if a bit sallow founder. (I hesitate to ask how many other rainbow founders are named Buttercup. Creativity: I HAS IT.) I made her ALL BY MYSELF, in my usual style of being too lazy to fire up Bodyshop and randomly tweaked sliders in CAS until a face I hadn't seen before popped out. And there she is, in all her yellow eyed glory. Maybe I should have named her Scut Farkus. She's got all the perks of a college degree with none of the effort on my part (yay cheating!) and she's here to make this little scrap of desert her home. She's a family sim and cannot WAIT to find a man.
She is not all alone in this arid area - she's brought along her trusty cat, Sunbeam.
Sunbeam: Murfle.
Please ignore the mirror of changing Buttercup's hair to custom so as not to inflict all future offspring with a highlighter yellow 'do.
Look! A house appeared! Ok, here is where I make a SHAMEFUL confession and admit to completely ripping off bondchick_nett and copying the Kohler-Wielles' yellow house layout and outside decor. See above re: my creativity. ALSO, how's this for being a bonehead - I just now, about an hour ago, realized what Kohler-Wielle means. Yeah. All along I just thought they were a modern bunch with a hyphenated, German sounding name. Kershet, by the way, is supposedly a Hebrew name that means rainbow. That's what one second of Googling got me.
So! Have I mentioned this is a pixel_trade legacy? These lovely welcome wagon ladies are Athena Isela Behr and Willoughby Dork, both by katu_sims. God knows where Buttercup is while her guests entertain themselves; probably playing the Bass of I Already Regret This Purchase. BTW, Buttercup got herself a motherlode to start with (yay cheating!).
It's funny, the better my CC gets the creepier the old ladies look. Actually, I think that's just the eyebrows' fault. I'm sorry I called you creepy, Ms. Matchmaker. You have lovely eyes. We will not be needing your services today.
There's our founder! Buttercup has frolicked off downtown to try to catch a man. There are lots of interesting sims here, but the only one who's face you can really see is Keani Starling ( simkittensims). All these hot ladies, and no mens in sight. Buttercup is straight as a very straight thing. She's also really perfected that look of ennui.
Oh I almost forgot! That dude sitting at the table behind Keani with the dreads and fluffy vest is Batch October by bondchick_nett! Just thought I'd point him out :D
But wait! What kind of shenanigans are going on in that photobooth? Eeeevil shenanigans, I hope!
False alarm, folks, Buttercup is just vain. That's the biggest smile we've seen on her yet.
Buttercup: I feel pretty! Oh so pretty! I feel pretty, and witty, and bright! And I pity...any girl who isn't me tonight.
Yeah, ok, save it for after you find a boyfriend, Maria. You are bright, though, that's true.
I got in one of these for real, once. Well, it wasn't motorized, just a gyroscope kinda thing that you flipped around in.
There wasn't really anything difficult about staying in it. Granted, I think I had straps...
Buttercup: DEAR YM, TODAY I FELL DOWN IN FRONT OF A CUTE BOY AND HE LAUGHED AT ME. NOW I WILL NEVER BE LOVED. SADLY, YELLOWFLOWER.
I just looked up YM to remind myself of the name of that embarrassing moments column (Say Anything, apparently) and did you guys know that YM doesn't even exist anymore?? They stopped publishing in 2004. *moment of silence for a hallmark of my teens*
Oh! I almost forgot, what with my reminiscing - the cute boy laughing at Miss Buttercup is Dreamboat Behr (also by katu_sims).
Buttercup: Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, think I'll eat some worms...
Aw, puddle splashing cheered her up. LOOK AT THAT FACE! I <3 Buttercup. I know she hasn't done anything yet but take pictures of herself and fall down and splash in a puddle and burst into inappropriate song, but I have good feelings about this one.
Her appropriately colored chariot awaits to take her home...alone. Don't worry, Buttercup, you will find love! I know the future!!
Buttercup: *is so not worried*
Now there is a sensible choice for her first home-cooked meal. No one ever burned a legacy house down with lunchmeat. There will probably be enough fires in this house...later. *ominous foreshadowing* *or is it*
Buttercup: When I was young, I never needed anyone
And making love was just for fun
Those days are gone
Me: Now, Buttercup, you've never done the woohoo...
Buttercup: Livin' alone
I think of all the friends I've known
Me: Now, Buttercup, you've never had friends...
Buttercup: When I dial the telephone
Nobody's home
Me: Oh, God, don't do--
Buttercup: ALL BY MYSELF! DON'T WANNA BE....ALL BY MYSELF....ANYMOOOOOOORE
I see Buttercup has gathered the remaining shreds of her dignity after a good night's sleep. Hello, gorgeous.
First thing on the agenda: Killing n00bs.
Buttercup: OMG PWNIES!!
Unreal Announcer: KILLING SPREE!!
Buttercup: :DDD
Mmm, poptart for breakfast.
My husband: Ew.
Me: What, the poptart?
Him: No, the sim. She's hideous.
Me: WHAT! Don't listen to him, Buttercup. You're perfect.
Buttercup: When I was young...
Me: Absolutely not. Look, Sunbeam is even there to keep you company. Who's a good kitty, using her scratching post? You are!!
Buttercup is reading How to Catch a Man, by Paris Hilton. Oh, don't take her advice! We want to keep one, not make inappropriate videos in green lighting with one.
Oh, it worked! Dreamboat is here to save her from her Celene Dion singing ways. Dreamboat is appropriately named, rar.
And he brought a friend, Miss Leto Benton, by selzi. I keep thinking about Jem and the Holograms whenever she comes around, I think because her name is Benton. And her hair is big.
My back was turned for FIVE SECONDS! What have I missed?? *melts* Awww, their first kiss!!
First crush!
First f@ck! *coughs*
Well, Buttercup certainly got right down to business. That's her rather delayed pink crush heart rising from the sweaty sheets.
Ah, yes, the Bass of Regret. Thanks for the mood music, Leto.
Yay, someone to have lunch with! Though it looks a bit...disgusting... Buttercup is busily lying about her awesome University experiences.
Buttercup: And they voted me class president, and I studied abroad, and I was valedictorian, and...
Laying it on a bit thick, dear.
Dreamboat: Well, I met someone who went to college once. She was really cute.
Buttercup: Aw, who was it?
Dreamboat: You, silly!
Buttercup: :D
Me: Leto, for the love of god, leave the bass alone and eat this nice rotting sandwich Buttercup made for you.
Buttercup: I like you, you should stay here forever and ever.
Little does she know what she's asking.
Buttercup: ...and ever, and ever, and ever.
Dreamboat: *feels shiver of possible doom or possible pleasant reaction to backrub*
Look who's outside! It's Yzma Pot O'Gold, by brilliantcat. She lost her sweet purple hair dye in the voyage over here somehow.
Oh, so that's where that picture went. A vain girl, our Buttercup.
Buttercup: I'm so vain, I bet I think this song is about me, don't I, don't I??
Uh, ok.
I know it's been said before, but HOW DO YOU BURN SPAGHETTI? That's like, the one thing you can cook when you can't cook. The noodles might not always turn out quite right, but never in the history of anyone has it come out looking like this.
Buttercup: Now I'm sad.
Me: D: Cheer up, Buttercup! :D
Somehow I forgot to mention that Buttercup has become gainfully employed. She's a cop, and wants to be Captain Hero when she grows up! Sunbeam's little head follows her up and down, up and down, with every squat she does. Just like my real cat! Except my real cat would then run at me and bite my ankles.
HOW. EVEN THE SYRUP IS BURNED.
Buttercup: I need to marry a guy who cooks for me every day.
That is so not going to happen. Your husband is going to put one of the "I"s in ISBI.
Buttercup: C'mere, you.
Dreamboat: *struggles, but only a little*
He's hot stuff, huh? Fine, make your move.
Buttercup: Meet my kitty!
Dreamboat: AAAUGH IT'S TERRIFYING
Sunbeam: *is mighty*
Dreamboat's kind of a puss.
Sunbeam, you are cute and funny and all, but we need that man if this whole enterprise is going to continue. Desist with the cock blocking.
Dreamboat: Your cat is scary.
Buttercup: Suck it up....buttercup.
Hey, successful soup! Buttercup is pulling out all of her wily feminine wiles.
Dreamboat is fed, Buttercup is in her nightgown so I'm assuming some more sexy times have gone down...time to ask him to move in.
Dreamboat: I will NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER move in with you. Ever.
Buttercup: How about now?
Dreamboat: OK!! :D
So there we anti-climactically have it! Buttercup caught her a man, who is about to lose total control of his good sense and become the ISBI's first victim. Tune in next time as we attempt to guess his every want and need, and Buttercup becomes exhausted waiting on him hand and foot as our first torch holder.
ISBI Stats:
- Torch-Holders = 1
- Perma-Platinum sims = 0
- Shrink Visits = 0
- Social Bunny Visits = 0
- Social Worker Visits = 0
- Fires: 0
- Self-Wettings: 0
- Pass-Outs: 0
- Fights: 0
- Accidental Deaths = 0
- Number of Special Tombstones vs. Total Death Count = 0/0
- Reach top of a career = 0
- $100,000 = 0