The Vosslin Family's Apocalypse Challenge! Generation 1 Episode 1
I decided to try my hand at this apocalypse challenge thing, thought it would be fun. I'm trying my best to stick to the most important rules. Some of them I find a little overdone (like no make-overs, I rather have my sims look like realistic fallout victims with face dust and whatnot.) But the most important rules for emulating an apocalypse-scenario are adhered to :)
Hope you like it!
12th September 2009, 12:23
"Please say yes, please say yes!!" I thought to myself today. "If you say no you'll break my heart."
But she did say yes, and with that, made me the most lucky man in the world... for the next few days that is.
Oh, right. Sorry. I'll introduce myself properly.
My name is William Vosslin. I'm 22 years old and an Académie le Tour graduate. With honours I might add.
My parents always instilled on me the importance of a higher education, and ever since I got out of diapers I knew I would go to a prestigious university when I grew up. I was an only child, and my parents were self-made, not super rich but well to do. So logically they sent me to le Tour.
As a loner 18-year old I really resisted going to a stuffy, stuck-up college, but it turned out to be a good experience. No, that wouldn't do it justice. They were the best 4 years of my life and I really owe my parents one.
I was still on myself, as I had always been. Growing up without siblings and having a predisposition to solitary behaviour anyway, I was never what you would call a social butterfly. But in college I did much better, and made a few golden friendships.
One of those friendships was with this lovely lady here...
Caryl Enriquez...
Sure, I have had crushes in high school, but this was different! I was in love for the first time. No, not immediately after I met Caryl. We were great friends for a year or so before I really started developing romantic thoughts towards her, but I was so shy about it! It didn't take less than a year for me to make my little stuttery confession, and it turned out that she liked me too!
Caryl was so different from me. I was a studious loner, shy and a little conservative, but Caryl loved streaking and partying and had many friends. It was a calmer side of her that resonated with me, and I opened up much more because of her playful attitude.
Yet, these two so different people got together.
Looking back on it, it's odd. I've been there for four years. It's not even four days ago that my life here abruptly ended. Yet it all feels so foggy and far-away to me. Maybe it's the nuclear influence over the area that's eating away at my brain or something. I don't know how it works. I studied mathematics and physics, but it was more on the medical side of things and not the scientific.
I really wanted to become a doctor, that's why I switched majors immediately after starting on my junior year.
Three days later
I'll tell you why I proposed to Caryl now. I graduated one day before I did propose to her, and she and I both knew that she would be studying in a different college next year. She made that decision consciously while we were dating, because she wanted to go to a less upper class and more free environment of learning. We knew that for seven months at this point. It was okay, I told her she had to pursue what she felt was important and that I would be rooting for her.
Caryl was going to leave this particular day, and before she did she stopped over at my dorm to say goodbye. I was a little sad because we had been seeing each other every single day for almost four years. But I still stood by my decision to be her personal cheerleader. Without the short skirts I should add.
What the hell am I doing? This is no time for jokes...
I held her close and neither of us said anything much. Caryl could stand this for about five seconds before she told me she would rather have some good fun with me just one more time. My fellow dormies were up for some ball games on the road outside.
It was a snowy day. We both loved snow, so it just felt right to not say goodbye in a dramatic, emotional way.
Caryl went over to another friend to talk, and Uma, the girl three doors from my room pounded me with a softball. That was a challenge! So we started kicking the ball around. That was my last carefree moment. I could have never imagined that before if you told me, but it was.
It happened in the....
Blink of an....
An eye.
.........
There was a blinding flash of light, and an ominous rolling noise that followed afterwards. It was like a thunderflash, only much darker.
......
My eyes burned, and it felt like they burned forever, even though maybe it was just 20 seconds. I heard screaming and running, a chaos of noises, so yes, it did take an eternity to me.
I first saw the faces of the people around me, and knew something was wrong....
Horrified faces...
Groaning and heaving from the pain.
And to my distress I also saw....
Caryl out on the ground
Even though everybody was scared and confused, Caryls limp body in the snowy grass snapped us back into alertness. We had no clue what to do, and gathered around her.
It was so agonizing! What could I possibly do for her? Was she alive?
But there was no time to think. Some taxi's with teachers in them stopped at the dorm and demanded we got in, as many as we could fit in the cars.
On the way to wherever it was we were going, we were explained what had happened. Apparantly a nuclear explosion of humongous proportions had cleared out the entire SimCity area. There was death and fright everywhere around. The power and the water was out. And they didn't know where to go from here, but they had to get us out of the heavily contaminated area first, or we would get sick and die.
I refused to believe it and demanded they let me out. I had to argue with the teacher for ten solid minutes until they told me I had to do as I deemed right. As soon as I got out I realized I had made a stupid decision. I ran aimlessly in some direction, thinking I could get to Caryl. They had left her there, because staying there to treat her would have killed us all, they argued. But that was nonsense!
My sweet, poor Caryl....
I walked into the evening, with nothing on me except for my clothes and some money. I got into a bus to one of the lesser contaminated area's, but because I had nothing to spare I was kicked out in this empty, barren valley, and cursed up and down.
It didn't matter much to me what that bus driver said.
My life was officially over.
So, what do you think? This was sort of an introduction 'episode' if you will. If you have any suggestions or comments please tell me what you think.
Hope you like it!
12th September 2009, 12:23
"Please say yes, please say yes!!" I thought to myself today. "If you say no you'll break my heart."
But she did say yes, and with that, made me the most lucky man in the world... for the next few days that is.
Oh, right. Sorry. I'll introduce myself properly.
My name is William Vosslin. I'm 22 years old and an Académie le Tour graduate. With honours I might add.
My parents always instilled on me the importance of a higher education, and ever since I got out of diapers I knew I would go to a prestigious university when I grew up. I was an only child, and my parents were self-made, not super rich but well to do. So logically they sent me to le Tour.
As a loner 18-year old I really resisted going to a stuffy, stuck-up college, but it turned out to be a good experience. No, that wouldn't do it justice. They were the best 4 years of my life and I really owe my parents one.
I was still on myself, as I had always been. Growing up without siblings and having a predisposition to solitary behaviour anyway, I was never what you would call a social butterfly. But in college I did much better, and made a few golden friendships.
One of those friendships was with this lovely lady here...
Caryl Enriquez...
Sure, I have had crushes in high school, but this was different! I was in love for the first time. No, not immediately after I met Caryl. We were great friends for a year or so before I really started developing romantic thoughts towards her, but I was so shy about it! It didn't take less than a year for me to make my little stuttery confession, and it turned out that she liked me too!
Caryl was so different from me. I was a studious loner, shy and a little conservative, but Caryl loved streaking and partying and had many friends. It was a calmer side of her that resonated with me, and I opened up much more because of her playful attitude.
Yet, these two so different people got together.
Looking back on it, it's odd. I've been there for four years. It's not even four days ago that my life here abruptly ended. Yet it all feels so foggy and far-away to me. Maybe it's the nuclear influence over the area that's eating away at my brain or something. I don't know how it works. I studied mathematics and physics, but it was more on the medical side of things and not the scientific.
I really wanted to become a doctor, that's why I switched majors immediately after starting on my junior year.
Three days later
I'll tell you why I proposed to Caryl now. I graduated one day before I did propose to her, and she and I both knew that she would be studying in a different college next year. She made that decision consciously while we were dating, because she wanted to go to a less upper class and more free environment of learning. We knew that for seven months at this point. It was okay, I told her she had to pursue what she felt was important and that I would be rooting for her.
Caryl was going to leave this particular day, and before she did she stopped over at my dorm to say goodbye. I was a little sad because we had been seeing each other every single day for almost four years. But I still stood by my decision to be her personal cheerleader. Without the short skirts I should add.
What the hell am I doing? This is no time for jokes...
I held her close and neither of us said anything much. Caryl could stand this for about five seconds before she told me she would rather have some good fun with me just one more time. My fellow dormies were up for some ball games on the road outside.
It was a snowy day. We both loved snow, so it just felt right to not say goodbye in a dramatic, emotional way.
Caryl went over to another friend to talk, and Uma, the girl three doors from my room pounded me with a softball. That was a challenge! So we started kicking the ball around. That was my last carefree moment. I could have never imagined that before if you told me, but it was.
It happened in the....
Blink of an....
An eye.
.........
There was a blinding flash of light, and an ominous rolling noise that followed afterwards. It was like a thunderflash, only much darker.
......
My eyes burned, and it felt like they burned forever, even though maybe it was just 20 seconds. I heard screaming and running, a chaos of noises, so yes, it did take an eternity to me.
I first saw the faces of the people around me, and knew something was wrong....
Horrified faces...
Groaning and heaving from the pain.
And to my distress I also saw....
Caryl out on the ground
Even though everybody was scared and confused, Caryls limp body in the snowy grass snapped us back into alertness. We had no clue what to do, and gathered around her.
It was so agonizing! What could I possibly do for her? Was she alive?
But there was no time to think. Some taxi's with teachers in them stopped at the dorm and demanded we got in, as many as we could fit in the cars.
On the way to wherever it was we were going, we were explained what had happened. Apparantly a nuclear explosion of humongous proportions had cleared out the entire SimCity area. There was death and fright everywhere around. The power and the water was out. And they didn't know where to go from here, but they had to get us out of the heavily contaminated area first, or we would get sick and die.
I refused to believe it and demanded they let me out. I had to argue with the teacher for ten solid minutes until they told me I had to do as I deemed right. As soon as I got out I realized I had made a stupid decision. I ran aimlessly in some direction, thinking I could get to Caryl. They had left her there, because staying there to treat her would have killed us all, they argued. But that was nonsense!
My sweet, poor Caryl....
I walked into the evening, with nothing on me except for my clothes and some money. I got into a bus to one of the lesser contaminated area's, but because I had nothing to spare I was kicked out in this empty, barren valley, and cursed up and down.
It didn't matter much to me what that bus driver said.
My life was officially over.
So, what do you think? This was sort of an introduction 'episode' if you will. If you have any suggestions or comments please tell me what you think.