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#51
23rd Dec 2015 at 2:57 PM
Posts: 1,194
Need more Christmas clutter? I found this great set today on tumblr: http://soloriya.tumblr.com/post/135...-set-includes-8
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#52
2nd Jan 2016 at 5:26 PM
Posts: 150
Thanks: 535 in 5 Posts
I'm so sorry that I missed out on this challenge. It was such a hectic december month and I barely had any time to play sims
Not sure if I'll start it up now since I'm kind of tired of the whole christmas stuff. It was really exhausting.
Not sure if I'll start it up now since I'm kind of tired of the whole christmas stuff. It was really exhausting.
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#53
13th Dec 2016 at 7:36 PM
Posts: 1,194
*bump*
A bit late, but if anyone hasn't done this yet, now would be the time.
A bit late, but if anyone hasn't done this yet, now would be the time.
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#54
16th Dec 2016 at 2:06 AM
Posts: 111
Thanks: 365 in 2 Posts
Quote: Originally posted by Enki
*bump* A bit late, but if anyone hasn't done this yet, now would be the time. |
Hi Enki! I saw you on TS forums and was going to recommend you gave it another shot, considering last year didn't end well...
#55
16th Dec 2016 at 9:55 PM
Last edited by Enki : 17th Dec 2016 at 2:30 PM.
Reason: avoid double post
Posts: 1,194
I guess I should. But I'll use a teen this time just in case the aliens come around for their aniversary The aliens in my game are still very abduction-happy which is a good thing in general, but baaaaad when it happens to your selfsim.
EDIT:
So, this is my new challenge sim, Corey Blake. Kid seems really exited to do a challenge
Corey is about 15 years old. He lives with his uncle Morris, the governor of Windenburg and Windy Island, in a pseudo-historical 1640s/50s setting. Back in England Sir Oliver Simwell has just declared Snowflake Day illegal. Uncle Morris supported Simwell so far, but he really doesn't like this particular developement. Trouble is, as a government official his hands are more or less tied and this is where Corey comes into play. Can he inspire the good folks of Windenburg and bring back the Snowflake Day festival?
EDIT:
So, this is my new challenge sim, Corey Blake. Kid seems really exited to do a challenge
Corey is about 15 years old. He lives with his uncle Morris, the governor of Windenburg and Windy Island, in a pseudo-historical 1640s/50s setting. Back in England Sir Oliver Simwell has just declared Snowflake Day illegal. Uncle Morris supported Simwell so far, but he really doesn't like this particular developement. Trouble is, as a government official his hands are more or less tied and this is where Corey comes into play. Can he inspire the good folks of Windenburg and bring back the Snowflake Day festival?
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#56
17th Dec 2016 at 5:59 PM
Posts: 111
Thanks: 365 in 2 Posts
Quote: Originally posted by Enki
I guess I should. But I'll use a teen this time just in case the aliens come around for their aniversary The aliens in my game are still very abduction-happy which is a good thing in general, but baaaaad when it happens to your selfsim. EDIT: So, this is my new challenge sim, Corey Blake. Kid seems really exited to do a challenge Corey is about 15 years old. He lives with his uncle Morris, the governor of Windenburg and Windy Island, in a pseudo-historical 1640s/50s setting. Back in England Sir Oliver Simwell has just declared Snowflake Day illegal. Uncle Morris supported Simwell so far, but he really doesn't like this particular developement. Trouble is, as a government official his hands are more or less tied and this is where Corey comes into play. Can he inspire the good folks of Windenburg and bring back the Snowflake Day festival? |
Yay! I can't wait to see how this challenge unfolds! So this time we're going historical, are we? Sounds cool. If you have MC Command Center and MC Occult, you can set abduction pregnancies to 0%. One time the game glitched and my male sim got abducted almost every night, so thank goodness I had that mod or the household would've been full of alien babies!
#57
18th Dec 2016 at 3:29 AM
Posts: 1,194
Quote: Originally posted by letitgo1776
Yay! I can't wait to see how this challenge unfolds! So this time we're going historical, are we? Sounds cool. If you have MC Command Center and MC Occult, you can set abduction pregnancies to 0%. One time the game glitched and my male sim got abducted almost every night, so thank goodness I had that mod or the household would've been full of alien babies! |
Actually I plan to set the chance to 100% after the challenge. I had it at 85% for a long time and 3 consecutive abductions resulted in no pregnancy. Alien babies do not seem to follow a probability curve, they only happen when you don't want them
So far Corey's doing okay at 13 points. He still has a full day of week one before him to score the remaining two points.
I'm currently running his backstory on my tumblr.
#58
18th Dec 2016 at 9:00 PM
Posts: 1,194
Week 1 replay, achievements
Sims cheered up: 4 (half of them went from sad to bored, so Corey had to mend that, too)
Sims calmed down: 4 (one went straight to :lovestruc )
Comedy Skill points: 5
Households with elders and children assisted: 8
Overall: 21
Story & Pics
So that was the situation. Uncle Morris would not lift a finger or lend me some of the family money, but he'd willingly turn a blind eye towards any "rebellious" Snowflake Day activity. I knew I had to rally the people to our cause, but I also knew it wouldn't be easy. After all, I was sort of trying to inspire them to high treason towards the lordprotector of the Commonwealth. So though the Windenburgians were our subjects, I had to earn their trust, prove myself to them.
All kinds of plans to achieve this raced through my mind, daring, chivalrous and clever plans! But Mr. Kendrew, my uncle's secretary, explained all I had to do was look awesome and carry myself with the confidence of a true noble. So the first day after my decision was made, I spent at the tailor's workshop and learning about etiquette (ingame: spamming whims and lower aspiration tiers to buy the "Always Welcome" trait. Without it, the freeform task to help people, that requires entering and acting freely in other people's homes, isn't possible.) When I was finally looking the part, Mr. Kendrew let me go into town.
Ah, Windenburg melting pot of the english, the spanish, the indio and the african! Destroyed and rebuilt several times. Even the worst pirates do not have to fear the death sentence here and when a slave enters town, he or she is free this very moment. Seeing the residents of such an idyllic place angry or sad very nearly broke my heart.
One of aforementioned pirates was Brandon Colch of the proud ship "Renegade". Or not so proud anymore nowadays, because Uncle Morris sank her and took the pirates captive. See, we do not need slaves, because all the pirates that we do not string up work the fields for us. I assumed this was why Brandon was angry that day, but I was wrong. Just like the law-abiding residents he was angry because of the new law that made Snowflake Day illegal.
"We should set sail and take the fight to this Sir Simwell!" Brandon yelled.
"How's that spreading the snowflake day mood?"
"Oh, I don't know. But Simwell's head on the top of a snowflake day tree would warm up MY heart alright!"
It took some real smooth words to calm the man down.
Brandon wasn't alone in his anger, but there were also people who had sort of given up. "Without snow, how can there be Snowflake day, anyway?" they asked me. "But it never snows in the carib, you know?"
Now these gals and guys were a lot easier to deal with. Having come from England only recently my memories of what it was like to freeze off your backside in the snow while being unable to see even one foot were still fresh. After sharing them in the most vivid details, the sad people came to apprecciate their new homes a lot more!
Besides the angry and the sad, there were some even stranger cases:
"Why so sad, little one? And why are you running around in your underwear?!"
"That's not underwear, that's what people in 400 years will wear. Cranky old Enki forgot to make us orphanage kids over! I wanna look like a pirate, too!"
So an old lady named Enki was in charge of Windenburg's orphanage and forgot to dress the children this morning? This town really needed someone to sort through all it's troubles!
I decided to go from house to house next, especially to the places where elders and children lived. If I aided them in some small way, maybe these gestures would go a long way where words could not instill Snowflake day cheer and happyness?
So that was the plan.
It wasn't without it's flaws...
The first single father I happened upon, a botanist named Keith Catterley, almost drove me from his lawn with a musket! Just for wanting to weed his flowerbeds!
"Hands off, young scoundrel!" he snarled. "The last thing I need is an unskilled runt killing my rare specimens!"
"But I want to help..."
"Well, if this is the case, go make me and Charlie a plate of nice, greasy grilled cheese sandwiches of the kind you nobleborns dine on!"
This was surprisingly easy, for Mr. Kendrew was a master chef and I had watched him do these sandwiches often. For delivering the sandwiches to him while still warm, Mr. Catterley even gifted me two gloworbs from his garden. These things are extremely valueable! Now who had done whom the bigger favour?!
My lesson learned, from now on I asked the people what they needed help with (by the "Ask about day" interaction and interpreting the resulting speech bubbles. Fortunately nothing werid like a dinosaur or rocketship came up ).
Mr. Oldman the retired sailor wanted me to stay the night for fear of ghosts. There were none, but I stayed nonetheless, cleaned the house and tugged his son and daughter in. The widow Liberty was embarassed over something, but a few kind words and some more jokes gave her back her smile. Liberty's friend Summer wanted to lose the weight she'd put on after her pregnancy. Why one would want to look like a prisoner incarcerated for years I didn't know, I just exercised alongside the woman until she looked "better". Old Professor Bellamy just craved some cupcakes. Mr. King needed my help to cure his insomnia. Instead of running to the next apothecary to get a sleep potion, I applied what I had learned from training Summer: Just work out the guy until he drops. I had to take care that he didn't drop forever, though, but I managed well. The rich Landgraab couple had everything they wanted, except for some private space to act on their, um flirtyness. So I took their daughters to the park for a couple of hours. Then I gave the Mendoza family dancing lessons. Their kid peed himself afterwards, but they laughed, so it's probably what kids always do and no big deal. And finally Mrs. Lothari-Caliente asked me to stay the night for fear of burglars. This was one paranoid family! The children refused to sleep because they kept seeing a monster under their bed. Only after I "killed" the beast would they allow us to tug them in. And of course no burglar came 'round that night.
After all this work, I'm positive we can progress to the festival next. I mean, what could still go wrong?
Anybody else in the mood to play?
Sims cheered up: 4 (half of them went from sad to bored, so Corey had to mend that, too)
Sims calmed down: 4 (one went straight to :lovestruc )
Comedy Skill points: 5
Households with elders and children assisted: 8
Overall: 21
Story & Pics
So that was the situation. Uncle Morris would not lift a finger or lend me some of the family money, but he'd willingly turn a blind eye towards any "rebellious" Snowflake Day activity. I knew I had to rally the people to our cause, but I also knew it wouldn't be easy. After all, I was sort of trying to inspire them to high treason towards the lordprotector of the Commonwealth. So though the Windenburgians were our subjects, I had to earn their trust, prove myself to them.
All kinds of plans to achieve this raced through my mind, daring, chivalrous and clever plans! But Mr. Kendrew, my uncle's secretary, explained all I had to do was look awesome and carry myself with the confidence of a true noble. So the first day after my decision was made, I spent at the tailor's workshop and learning about etiquette (ingame: spamming whims and lower aspiration tiers to buy the "Always Welcome" trait. Without it, the freeform task to help people, that requires entering and acting freely in other people's homes, isn't possible.) When I was finally looking the part, Mr. Kendrew let me go into town.
Ah, Windenburg melting pot of the english, the spanish, the indio and the african! Destroyed and rebuilt several times. Even the worst pirates do not have to fear the death sentence here and when a slave enters town, he or she is free this very moment. Seeing the residents of such an idyllic place angry or sad very nearly broke my heart.
One of aforementioned pirates was Brandon Colch of the proud ship "Renegade". Or not so proud anymore nowadays, because Uncle Morris sank her and took the pirates captive. See, we do not need slaves, because all the pirates that we do not string up work the fields for us. I assumed this was why Brandon was angry that day, but I was wrong. Just like the law-abiding residents he was angry because of the new law that made Snowflake Day illegal.
"We should set sail and take the fight to this Sir Simwell!" Brandon yelled.
"How's that spreading the snowflake day mood?"
"Oh, I don't know. But Simwell's head on the top of a snowflake day tree would warm up MY heart alright!"
It took some real smooth words to calm the man down.
Brandon wasn't alone in his anger, but there were also people who had sort of given up. "Without snow, how can there be Snowflake day, anyway?" they asked me. "But it never snows in the carib, you know?"
Now these gals and guys were a lot easier to deal with. Having come from England only recently my memories of what it was like to freeze off your backside in the snow while being unable to see even one foot were still fresh. After sharing them in the most vivid details, the sad people came to apprecciate their new homes a lot more!
Besides the angry and the sad, there were some even stranger cases:
"Why so sad, little one? And why are you running around in your underwear?!"
"That's not underwear, that's what people in 400 years will wear. Cranky old Enki forgot to make us orphanage kids over! I wanna look like a pirate, too!"
So an old lady named Enki was in charge of Windenburg's orphanage and forgot to dress the children this morning? This town really needed someone to sort through all it's troubles!
I decided to go from house to house next, especially to the places where elders and children lived. If I aided them in some small way, maybe these gestures would go a long way where words could not instill Snowflake day cheer and happyness?
So that was the plan.
It wasn't without it's flaws...
The first single father I happened upon, a botanist named Keith Catterley, almost drove me from his lawn with a musket! Just for wanting to weed his flowerbeds!
"Hands off, young scoundrel!" he snarled. "The last thing I need is an unskilled runt killing my rare specimens!"
"But I want to help..."
"Well, if this is the case, go make me and Charlie a plate of nice, greasy grilled cheese sandwiches of the kind you nobleborns dine on!"
This was surprisingly easy, for Mr. Kendrew was a master chef and I had watched him do these sandwiches often. For delivering the sandwiches to him while still warm, Mr. Catterley even gifted me two gloworbs from his garden. These things are extremely valueable! Now who had done whom the bigger favour?!
My lesson learned, from now on I asked the people what they needed help with (by the "Ask about day" interaction and interpreting the resulting speech bubbles. Fortunately nothing werid like a dinosaur or rocketship came up ).
Mr. Oldman the retired sailor wanted me to stay the night for fear of ghosts. There were none, but I stayed nonetheless, cleaned the house and tugged his son and daughter in. The widow Liberty was embarassed over something, but a few kind words and some more jokes gave her back her smile. Liberty's friend Summer wanted to lose the weight she'd put on after her pregnancy. Why one would want to look like a prisoner incarcerated for years I didn't know, I just exercised alongside the woman until she looked "better". Old Professor Bellamy just craved some cupcakes. Mr. King needed my help to cure his insomnia. Instead of running to the next apothecary to get a sleep potion, I applied what I had learned from training Summer: Just work out the guy until he drops. I had to take care that he didn't drop forever, though, but I managed well. The rich Landgraab couple had everything they wanted, except for some private space to act on their, um flirtyness. So I took their daughters to the park for a couple of hours. Then I gave the Mendoza family dancing lessons. Their kid peed himself afterwards, but they laughed, so it's probably what kids always do and no big deal. And finally Mrs. Lothari-Caliente asked me to stay the night for fear of burglars. This was one paranoid family! The children refused to sleep because they kept seeing a monster under their bed. Only after I "killed" the beast would they allow us to tug them in. And of course no burglar came 'round that night.
After all this work, I'm positive we can progress to the festival next. I mean, what could still go wrong?
Anybody else in the mood to play?
#59
19th Dec 2016 at 9:45 PM
Posts: 1,194
So, firstoff, I loath retail gameplay and last year the bakery part was my least favourite task. This year I enjoyed it tremendously. Probably because I didn't run an actual shop, but an improvised christmas faire. Sometimes it's the smallest change in perspective that helps.
Week 2 replay, achievements
Loans taken: 0 = 0 points
Playful paintings: sold 5 = 5 pts.
My sims trophies: sold 5 = 5 pts.
Cupid drinks: 25 = 5 pts.
Bakery: 547 simoleons = 5 points
Freeform tasks:
Pictures painted of disguised kids and teens: 0 = 0 points
(explanation in the story below)
Overall: 20 points
Money gathered: 2480
Story & Pictures
The good news was: The people really wanted the Snowflake Day festival to happen now. The bad news was that someone had to fund it. Uncle Morris couldn'd just shove a bag of coins my way, because that transaction would have shown up in his books. Or maybe he just claimed this and in truth wanted to see if I could manage such a project on my own.
So what are people doing in stories, if they need money? Unearth a pirate treasure, of course! My attempts at that sport yielded a meager booty, just a couple of figurines of saints that the spanish founders of Windenburg had hidden when the english came. It was obvious that I need another plan!
I was standing at the market, watching the people, painting funny pictures of the passers by and thinking about how to raise a substantial amount of money, when it hit me: All these people going by! For sure they'd love to have a drink or a bite of food or just a place to sit down and chat. From driftwood and cheap candles I cobbled together a makeshift bar. The renegades helped me cut down and log a fir tree to the place and then we decorated it with wooden and brass ornaments.
Picture: Yep. Totally a genuine fir tree as they grow around the carib, lol.
Granted, my new enterprise didn't fare any better than my treasure hunting expeditions, but it was a lot more fun! My first customer was Mister Catterley, but as the days passed, sailors from as far as Santo Myshuno visited my Snowflake day faire. They promised to spread the word about Windenburg not letting itself be cowed into submission by Sir Simwell's loathing of Snowflake day. Maybe other settlements would follow our example, now that we had started the "rebellion".
Anyway, everyone in town agreed that my bar under the fir tree was the place where they wanted the festival to take place. In fact, the residents of Windenburg were under the impression that everything was settled already and I, I didn't have the heart to tell them the truth.
The next stage of my plan consisted of donning my old outfit from the shipwreck as to not ruin my clothes and experiment with some drinks. The people needed some loving and I just knew the recipe that would help the love along.
Embarassingly enough Uncle Morris sneaked at me from behind and grabbed one. Heavens above, he's all but thirty-five, he doesn't even remember what erotic is anymore, so what business has he stealing my Cupid drink? To boost something, there has to be at least a small quantum of it in the first place, after all!
Predictably enough my old man got ill from the drink mere minutes after imbibing it.
"What was that, nephew? Rat poison?!"
"Yeah, that's it. Totally lethal. Nothing naughty at all."
Word got around and people quequed up to purchase my family friendly "rat poison".
I was making some steady money, when a townie asked me "Won't somebody please think about the children?!" At first I didn't understand what that person meant, but then it dawned to me. Snowflake Day loving and being in good spirits was all nice and good, but the kiddies craved other things. Presents, naturally, but also violence, blood and gore. So I set up a little space at the beach where I would provide all that. Welcome to the pirate adventure park!
The idea was to loan out pirate costumes to the children and paint them wearing them for a small donation (by "paint from reference"). But the park proved most attractive to people that were my own age. Well, I certainly didn't complain about having to dress all the ladies. But it DID put a dent in my fundraising campaign. The next day I was too distracted to do the promised portraits:
What?! No, it's not irresponsible! Should I go through all this trouble only to be without a partner to attend the festival with in the end? No way! What do you mean by "all the points I could have made in this time", Enki? I don't hear you, lalala...
Week 2 replay, achievements
Loans taken: 0 = 0 points
Playful paintings: sold 5 = 5 pts.
My sims trophies: sold 5 = 5 pts.
Cupid drinks: 25 = 5 pts.
Bakery: 547 simoleons = 5 points
Freeform tasks:
Pictures painted of disguised kids and teens: 0 = 0 points
(explanation in the story below)
Overall: 20 points
Money gathered: 2480
Story & Pictures
The good news was: The people really wanted the Snowflake Day festival to happen now. The bad news was that someone had to fund it. Uncle Morris couldn'd just shove a bag of coins my way, because that transaction would have shown up in his books. Or maybe he just claimed this and in truth wanted to see if I could manage such a project on my own.
So what are people doing in stories, if they need money? Unearth a pirate treasure, of course! My attempts at that sport yielded a meager booty, just a couple of figurines of saints that the spanish founders of Windenburg had hidden when the english came. It was obvious that I need another plan!
I was standing at the market, watching the people, painting funny pictures of the passers by and thinking about how to raise a substantial amount of money, when it hit me: All these people going by! For sure they'd love to have a drink or a bite of food or just a place to sit down and chat. From driftwood and cheap candles I cobbled together a makeshift bar. The renegades helped me cut down and log a fir tree to the place and then we decorated it with wooden and brass ornaments.
Picture: Yep. Totally a genuine fir tree as they grow around the carib, lol.
Granted, my new enterprise didn't fare any better than my treasure hunting expeditions, but it was a lot more fun! My first customer was Mister Catterley, but as the days passed, sailors from as far as Santo Myshuno visited my Snowflake day faire. They promised to spread the word about Windenburg not letting itself be cowed into submission by Sir Simwell's loathing of Snowflake day. Maybe other settlements would follow our example, now that we had started the "rebellion".
Anyway, everyone in town agreed that my bar under the fir tree was the place where they wanted the festival to take place. In fact, the residents of Windenburg were under the impression that everything was settled already and I, I didn't have the heart to tell them the truth.
The next stage of my plan consisted of donning my old outfit from the shipwreck as to not ruin my clothes and experiment with some drinks. The people needed some loving and I just knew the recipe that would help the love along.
Embarassingly enough Uncle Morris sneaked at me from behind and grabbed one. Heavens above, he's all but thirty-five, he doesn't even remember what erotic is anymore, so what business has he stealing my Cupid drink? To boost something, there has to be at least a small quantum of it in the first place, after all!
Predictably enough my old man got ill from the drink mere minutes after imbibing it.
"What was that, nephew? Rat poison?!"
"Yeah, that's it. Totally lethal. Nothing naughty at all."
Word got around and people quequed up to purchase my family friendly "rat poison".
I was making some steady money, when a townie asked me "Won't somebody please think about the children?!" At first I didn't understand what that person meant, but then it dawned to me. Snowflake Day loving and being in good spirits was all nice and good, but the kiddies craved other things. Presents, naturally, but also violence, blood and gore. So I set up a little space at the beach where I would provide all that. Welcome to the pirate adventure park!
The idea was to loan out pirate costumes to the children and paint them wearing them for a small donation (by "paint from reference"). But the park proved most attractive to people that were my own age. Well, I certainly didn't complain about having to dress all the ladies. But it DID put a dent in my fundraising campaign. The next day I was too distracted to do the promised portraits:
What?! No, it's not irresponsible! Should I go through all this trouble only to be without a partner to attend the festival with in the end? No way! What do you mean by "all the points I could have made in this time", Enki? I don't hear you, lalala...
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#60
20th Dec 2016 at 2:54 AM
Posts: 111
Thanks: 365 in 2 Posts
Nice story! I like the touch with "Santo Myshuno"! Can't wait to read the next part!
#61
21st Dec 2016 at 6:53 PM
Posts: 1,194
For week 3 I created what-if babies for my performers from the first playthrough. In that original save Aerith is married by now and Julie has a boyfriend, but neither has children yet. So I created some in CAS for use in this challenge. And I made them a couple. Amos immediately decided for singing as his skill, but got lazy in the days to follow. Cate was exactly the opposite, she needed prompting to take up the violin for the first time, but then seemed to like it.
Week 3 replay, achievements
Followers 170 = 5 points
Parties 1 gold 3 silver = 5 points
Performer's skill points Amos singing 5 Cate violin 7 = 10 points
Overall: 20 points
The skillpoints task is rather easy and CL has tweaked the number of followers gained, so 1 pt./50 followers and 1 pt./2 skill points sounds better. That would make my score 13.
Story
Okay this week we'll have to deal with the Anti-Humbug group for the first time. And this group is none other than...
Corey: "I know, uncle Morris. Oliver Simwell's goons."
Uncle Morris: "Watch whom you call "goons", youngster! These are still officially appointed men and women of the law!"
At this Corey couldn't help but laugh! Men and women of the law who had to hide behind a label like "Anti-Humbug group"? Yeah, sure, pull the other one! But truth was, as it dawned to the boy, that Simwell was afraid to act in the open. He was helpless against the united front of the people of Windenburg. And that meant Snowflake Day festival would happen for real!
There was only a minor downside, as Sir Morris explained: Though Simwell couldn't cancel the festival anymore, he could very well have Corey arrested for a real or imagined crime. "You better go into hiding for some time", the governor suggested.
That was easier said than done. Luckily Corey had made friends in the past weeks, among them Brandon Colch, the angry ex-pirate (from chapter 1).
"There's only one safe place on this island", the man claimed. "And that would be the "Renegade"!"
"Wait, what, your old ship? At the bottom of the sea? Uncle Morris SANK the "Renegade"!"
"In his fondest dreams only!" Brandon laughed. "Your uncle sank a decoy ship. The real "Renegade" we managed to hide before we got captured. Wait a moment..." The man scribbled a map, then handed it over to Corey. "Here! For Windenburg! Don't misplace this document, kid... or our trust."
Stunned by the gesture Corey could only nod.
Mere hours later he enterd the hideout in the shadow of the proud "Renegade".
pics: For the "Renegade" I use a part of Scheinheilig1603's amazing "Treasure Island" lot. It is so full of details like the barrels in the second picture that are stacked with real fish. Just think twice about letting loose free willed sims on large lots such as this!
Corey planned to use the days of his exile well, so he had brought a couple of music enthusiasts, Amos and Cate Bellamy. In the days to follow the three of them invited guests to secret parties in their hideout, people that arrived blindfolded and left too drunk to remember anything. The trio jokingly called themselves a secret society, the Knights of the Snowflake. Besides, the full armour went a long way to hide their identities.
Uncle Morris heartily approved Corey's new venture. Involving themselves into secret societies befit young nobles, he claimed. He also gifted his nephew with a crystal ball...
(The crystal ball functions as a computer for the social networking task. It comes with it's own stand to avoid the distortion seen in the picture, but I wanted to cram it into the captain's cabin, so, no stand..
Week 3 replay, achievements
Followers 170 = 5 points
Parties 1 gold 3 silver = 5 points
Performer's skill points Amos singing 5 Cate violin 7 = 10 points
Overall: 20 points
The skillpoints task is rather easy and CL has tweaked the number of followers gained, so 1 pt./50 followers and 1 pt./2 skill points sounds better. That would make my score 13.
Story
Okay this week we'll have to deal with the Anti-Humbug group for the first time. And this group is none other than...
Corey: "I know, uncle Morris. Oliver Simwell's goons."
Uncle Morris: "Watch whom you call "goons", youngster! These are still officially appointed men and women of the law!"
At this Corey couldn't help but laugh! Men and women of the law who had to hide behind a label like "Anti-Humbug group"? Yeah, sure, pull the other one! But truth was, as it dawned to the boy, that Simwell was afraid to act in the open. He was helpless against the united front of the people of Windenburg. And that meant Snowflake Day festival would happen for real!
There was only a minor downside, as Sir Morris explained: Though Simwell couldn't cancel the festival anymore, he could very well have Corey arrested for a real or imagined crime. "You better go into hiding for some time", the governor suggested.
That was easier said than done. Luckily Corey had made friends in the past weeks, among them Brandon Colch, the angry ex-pirate (from chapter 1).
"There's only one safe place on this island", the man claimed. "And that would be the "Renegade"!"
"Wait, what, your old ship? At the bottom of the sea? Uncle Morris SANK the "Renegade"!"
"In his fondest dreams only!" Brandon laughed. "Your uncle sank a decoy ship. The real "Renegade" we managed to hide before we got captured. Wait a moment..." The man scribbled a map, then handed it over to Corey. "Here! For Windenburg! Don't misplace this document, kid... or our trust."
Stunned by the gesture Corey could only nod.
Mere hours later he enterd the hideout in the shadow of the proud "Renegade".
pics: For the "Renegade" I use a part of Scheinheilig1603's amazing "Treasure Island" lot. It is so full of details like the barrels in the second picture that are stacked with real fish. Just think twice about letting loose free willed sims on large lots such as this!
Corey planned to use the days of his exile well, so he had brought a couple of music enthusiasts, Amos and Cate Bellamy. In the days to follow the three of them invited guests to secret parties in their hideout, people that arrived blindfolded and left too drunk to remember anything. The trio jokingly called themselves a secret society, the Knights of the Snowflake. Besides, the full armour went a long way to hide their identities.
Uncle Morris heartily approved Corey's new venture. Involving themselves into secret societies befit young nobles, he claimed. He also gifted his nephew with a crystal ball...
(The crystal ball functions as a computer for the social networking task. It comes with it's own stand to avoid the distortion seen in the picture, but I wanted to cram it into the captain's cabin, so, no stand..
#62
22nd Dec 2016 at 12:52 AM
Posts: 1,194
Week 4 replay, achievements
Cheerful or Good allies: 3 = 6 points
Friends (neither cheerful nor good): 2 = 2 points
Good friends (neither cheerful nor good) 4 = 8 points
Members of the AHG identified: 5 (no points)
Members of the AHG befriended: 5 = 15 points
Overall: 31 points
Story
The performers were ready. The money had been spent well. The people were looking forward to the festival. There was nothing left that needed to be done. In a sharp contrast to the hectic pre-snowflake day life in town, life in the hideout had become incredibly lazy and incredibly good...
...at least until Amos Bellamy returned from a shopping trip to Windenburg.
"Our cover is compromised", he said. "I'm so sorry... It's my father. He is in that group, the AHG. And I only learned about it when I tried to recruit him to our cause."
"Have you..." Corey's voice faltered and he went dead silent when Amos nodded gravely.
"Yes, Corey, I have revealed our hiding place to him. That's why I said I'm sorry. I was such a trusting fool!"
And sure as death and taxes, the same moment a full-fledged ship of the line appeared on the horizon. The "Renegade" tried to outrace the behemoth, but a single salvo from the battleship's cannons razed her masts and set her sails on fire. Corey and his friends had no choice but to surrender.
And so it might have ended with Corey getting strung up for high treason against the government and inspirering a rebellion and his uncle at the very least losing his post. But since it was the time of Snowflake Day, there was a certain magic in the air. The convict got granted one full week to settle his worldy affairs. He was put under arrest in his uncle's mansion and to ensure that Corey would not flee, the AHG took Amos and Cate hostage. That last detail didn't sit well with Amos' father, Mr. Bellamy! Corey smirked. Though fanatics they might be, there was something humane left in the AHG members. Now that he could work with!
To decide his next steps, Corey called upon the Knights of the Snowflake, one by one, starting with Brandon Colch.
"We need to find a way to bust the Anti-Humbug-group from within", he started. "Not just to save my life, but first and foremost the festival. If it gets canceled, everything we worked for will have been in vain and the town might never recover from that blow. This is more important than one man's life."
However, Corey's words didn't produce the desired effect.
"I could not care less about your idiotic festival!" the pirate admitted, followed be the revelation that he himself was a card-carrying AHG member.
"But... no, this cannot be! You were upset about Simwell's order! You helped me! And you even lended me your ship!"
"Sure!" Brandon nodded. "As I told you three weeks ago, I hate Oliver Simwell. But for different reasons than you assumed."
Corey pondered this. He wasn't sure what to make of the renegades or this particular member of the gang, but one thing he knew for certain, a small detail that seemed to have escaped Brandon's notice: "The AHG is funded by Oliver Simwell, Brandon. So what do you despise more? Snowflake Day or the lordprotector?"
At that Brandon stomped the ground, going "Arr!"
"You ain't making that up, Corey, are you? No, such a goody-two-shoes as you would not resort to lying. I believe you and you can believe me that I'll leave the group immediately!"
"Thank you, Brandon."
"Don't thank me yet! Let me tell you something else first! The little snowflake faire that you up before going into hiding, you know how it is still being operated? Well, the new owner is a member of the AHG, too, and we use the enterprise to sell the people our "special" cookies: spiced with a potion that causes sadness and anger. Sometimes both emotions in the same person, then they explode."
"They what?!"
"Haha, Corey, don't be so gullible! No, of course they don't."
And while Corey grew red as a fully lit whorehouse's front, Brandon laughed and laughed and laughed. It didn't help much that it was a friendly laughter.
"Don't get yourself executed, okay?" the pirate re-assured Corey. "We disagree about that snowflake day business, but we are still friends!"
Friends like this one totally oblitered the need to have enemies, Corey thought, but aloud he said:
"Thanks, Brandon."
After the pirate had left, Corey summoned his faire's new owner to the mansion. It turned out to be no other than Mr. Catterley the botanist.
"What, you, too?! But you were my first customer! And you gave me the glow orbs! I made grilled cheese for you!"
"Wouldn't so no to another 'round of those sandwichs", the botanist admitted. "And I liked your baking, too. But, for real, kid, snowflake day? Snowfall in the carib is scientifically impossible."
"Well, I never contested that", Corey said. "Believe what you want. For all I care you can sulk over your books while everyone else is making merry. No one is asking you to join in. Just let those townsfolk who want to celebrate do so in peace!"
Much to his own surprise Corey's words seemed to have hit a nerve. The two of them talked a little longer and when Mr. Catterley left, Corey was sure that he'd swayed another member of the AHG away from their agenda.
And so it continued with Corey inviting people into the mansion under the guise of "saying his goodbyes and organizing his last will" while instead weaving a web of allies and talking sense into morons.
Anita Mendoza, for example, was easy. "Snowflake Day is all about commerce", she said.
"Well, Oliver Simwell promotes the rights of the Merchant class", Corey answered. "So as a loyal follower of his you shouldn't have a problem with commerce!"
The barmaid blinked irritated, then nodded. Corey's fast-talk attempt had succeeded.
In the end Simwell stood more or less alone with his ideas. Many AHG members were not really convinced that Snowflake Day was a good thing, but at least they would not try to prevent it anymore. For week's worth of diplomacy, Corey thought, this was really good. A start, something one could build on.
And since Simwell was far away in England, the people of Windenburg and the surrounding colonies adopted the "what happens in England, stays in England" approach, celebrating their Snowflake Day every year from then on. The AHG still gathered every year with Mr. Catterley as their president, but soon even the original members forgot what it had stood for in the beginning. Instead the AHG was acting as a committee now that organized the celebrations, raised funds, trained performers, distributed smaller tasks and so on. Future generations believed the abbreviations meant "All Hallow's gentlemen".
The Knights of the Snowflake became the Knights of the Hedge and did much good in the world, but theirs is a different tale for a different night.
Pics
This encounter was kinda creepy: When Corey invited Mr. Bellamy snr., that man threw a sort of heart-and-kissed bomb over uncle Morris, who was for some reason in his underwear and contracted a weird stripey disease from the "bomb". Later Corey sat down with Bellamy. By then the visitor, too, was in his underwear and he gave Corey the same syphillis, um, stripey-rash.
Uncle Morris hated Catterley at first sight and constantly berated him for giving Corey so much trouble. Well, don't worry, Morris. Bellamy gave your nephew the syphillis, compared to that Catterley is the lesser threat by far.
Have a blessed Snowflake Day, folks!
Cheerful or Good allies: 3 = 6 points
Friends (neither cheerful nor good): 2 = 2 points
Good friends (neither cheerful nor good) 4 = 8 points
Members of the AHG identified: 5 (no points)
Members of the AHG befriended: 5 = 15 points
Overall: 31 points
Story
The trial and execution of Corey Blake
(nah, only joking)
(nah, only joking)
The performers were ready. The money had been spent well. The people were looking forward to the festival. There was nothing left that needed to be done. In a sharp contrast to the hectic pre-snowflake day life in town, life in the hideout had become incredibly lazy and incredibly good...
...at least until Amos Bellamy returned from a shopping trip to Windenburg.
"Our cover is compromised", he said. "I'm so sorry... It's my father. He is in that group, the AHG. And I only learned about it when I tried to recruit him to our cause."
"Have you..." Corey's voice faltered and he went dead silent when Amos nodded gravely.
"Yes, Corey, I have revealed our hiding place to him. That's why I said I'm sorry. I was such a trusting fool!"
And sure as death and taxes, the same moment a full-fledged ship of the line appeared on the horizon. The "Renegade" tried to outrace the behemoth, but a single salvo from the battleship's cannons razed her masts and set her sails on fire. Corey and his friends had no choice but to surrender.
And so it might have ended with Corey getting strung up for high treason against the government and inspirering a rebellion and his uncle at the very least losing his post. But since it was the time of Snowflake Day, there was a certain magic in the air. The convict got granted one full week to settle his worldy affairs. He was put under arrest in his uncle's mansion and to ensure that Corey would not flee, the AHG took Amos and Cate hostage. That last detail didn't sit well with Amos' father, Mr. Bellamy! Corey smirked. Though fanatics they might be, there was something humane left in the AHG members. Now that he could work with!
To decide his next steps, Corey called upon the Knights of the Snowflake, one by one, starting with Brandon Colch.
"We need to find a way to bust the Anti-Humbug-group from within", he started. "Not just to save my life, but first and foremost the festival. If it gets canceled, everything we worked for will have been in vain and the town might never recover from that blow. This is more important than one man's life."
However, Corey's words didn't produce the desired effect.
"I could not care less about your idiotic festival!" the pirate admitted, followed be the revelation that he himself was a card-carrying AHG member.
"But... no, this cannot be! You were upset about Simwell's order! You helped me! And you even lended me your ship!"
"Sure!" Brandon nodded. "As I told you three weeks ago, I hate Oliver Simwell. But for different reasons than you assumed."
Corey pondered this. He wasn't sure what to make of the renegades or this particular member of the gang, but one thing he knew for certain, a small detail that seemed to have escaped Brandon's notice: "The AHG is funded by Oliver Simwell, Brandon. So what do you despise more? Snowflake Day or the lordprotector?"
At that Brandon stomped the ground, going "Arr!"
"You ain't making that up, Corey, are you? No, such a goody-two-shoes as you would not resort to lying. I believe you and you can believe me that I'll leave the group immediately!"
"Thank you, Brandon."
"Don't thank me yet! Let me tell you something else first! The little snowflake faire that you up before going into hiding, you know how it is still being operated? Well, the new owner is a member of the AHG, too, and we use the enterprise to sell the people our "special" cookies: spiced with a potion that causes sadness and anger. Sometimes both emotions in the same person, then they explode."
"They what?!"
"Haha, Corey, don't be so gullible! No, of course they don't."
And while Corey grew red as a fully lit whorehouse's front, Brandon laughed and laughed and laughed. It didn't help much that it was a friendly laughter.
"Don't get yourself executed, okay?" the pirate re-assured Corey. "We disagree about that snowflake day business, but we are still friends!"
Friends like this one totally oblitered the need to have enemies, Corey thought, but aloud he said:
"Thanks, Brandon."
After the pirate had left, Corey summoned his faire's new owner to the mansion. It turned out to be no other than Mr. Catterley the botanist.
"What, you, too?! But you were my first customer! And you gave me the glow orbs! I made grilled cheese for you!"
"Wouldn't so no to another 'round of those sandwichs", the botanist admitted. "And I liked your baking, too. But, for real, kid, snowflake day? Snowfall in the carib is scientifically impossible."
"Well, I never contested that", Corey said. "Believe what you want. For all I care you can sulk over your books while everyone else is making merry. No one is asking you to join in. Just let those townsfolk who want to celebrate do so in peace!"
Much to his own surprise Corey's words seemed to have hit a nerve. The two of them talked a little longer and when Mr. Catterley left, Corey was sure that he'd swayed another member of the AHG away from their agenda.
And so it continued with Corey inviting people into the mansion under the guise of "saying his goodbyes and organizing his last will" while instead weaving a web of allies and talking sense into morons.
Anita Mendoza, for example, was easy. "Snowflake Day is all about commerce", she said.
"Well, Oliver Simwell promotes the rights of the Merchant class", Corey answered. "So as a loyal follower of his you shouldn't have a problem with commerce!"
The barmaid blinked irritated, then nodded. Corey's fast-talk attempt had succeeded.
In the end Simwell stood more or less alone with his ideas. Many AHG members were not really convinced that Snowflake Day was a good thing, but at least they would not try to prevent it anymore. For week's worth of diplomacy, Corey thought, this was really good. A start, something one could build on.
And since Simwell was far away in England, the people of Windenburg and the surrounding colonies adopted the "what happens in England, stays in England" approach, celebrating their Snowflake Day every year from then on. The AHG still gathered every year with Mr. Catterley as their president, but soon even the original members forgot what it had stood for in the beginning. Instead the AHG was acting as a committee now that organized the celebrations, raised funds, trained performers, distributed smaller tasks and so on. Future generations believed the abbreviations meant "All Hallow's gentlemen".
The Knights of the Snowflake became the Knights of the Hedge and did much good in the world, but theirs is a different tale for a different night.
Pics
This encounter was kinda creepy: When Corey invited Mr. Bellamy snr., that man threw a sort of heart-and-kissed bomb over uncle Morris, who was for some reason in his underwear and contracted a weird stripey disease from the "bomb". Later Corey sat down with Bellamy. By then the visitor, too, was in his underwear and he gave Corey the same syphillis, um, stripey-rash.
Uncle Morris hated Catterley at first sight and constantly berated him for giving Corey so much trouble. Well, don't worry, Morris. Bellamy gave your nephew the syphillis, compared to that Catterley is the lesser threat by far.
Have a blessed Snowflake Day, folks!
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23rd Dec 2016 at 1:43 PM
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Wow, what a story! So that's the origin of The Nights of the Hedge!
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