Interlude: A Legend of Langurds

Guess whose head is still stuck in Thronesverse? 😀 I’ve been trying to claw my way back into legacy mode, but that finale just kicked me in the face and sent me flailing back to the bottom of the ladder. No spoilers here, but daaaaaaaaamn. I’m still reeling. I made the mistake of listening to this score in the shower yesterday and wound up shaving goosebumps off my legs (you might say it was a bit of a—wait for it—bloodbath).

But I digress… and since this is already a digression of sorts, I’d better get right down to business. Because, despite my slacking, I do have a new house to show you! If you’re good at identifying Worlds by their sky colours and foliage, or if you’ve paid any attention to my last two posts, you might be able to guess where the Langurds are landing next…

Disclaimers:

1) If you knew how many hours I’d sunk into this project, you might be impressed. Or horrified. Either way, I’m not saying because I’m deeply ashamed of myself. That said, the house would definitely photograph better except…

2) Dragon Valley decided to welcome us with rain, which makes the lighting through the windows all weird, and…

3) I apparently forgot how to take pictures during my considerable break from playing, so prepare for some shitty angles and…

4) Some shoddy quality control. The fact that I went nuts with elevation cheats means floating tiles and gaping ceiling holes are at an all-time high.

Without further ado, here is Calamity’s cozy rustic mansion—all GIF-ified and everything!

 

Iron from Ice (and Other Distractions)

So everyone did their Spirit Animal posts, and this month’s theme is “oh btw I’m still alive” posts, right?

Here’s mine anyway…

Like many simmers I know, I’ve always been hesitant about claiming “gamer” status among non-simming folk. Somehow, the fact that I mainly play Sims and Pokémon earns me the title “girl gamer” or “casual gamer,” both of which I object to (there’s nothing casual about logging 36 hours of virtual house building in a week, let me tell you). Truth be told, the reason I don’t often let myself delve into other games isn’t that they don’t interest me. I just know too well that I don’t do things by halves, and that the moment I get invested in a new universe, I get so completely and irreversibly lost in it that I can’t resurface until I’ve explored every corner. And when it’s all over, I’m left wandering all hollowed out and incapable of existing in the real world for a minimum of two weeks. (The six months after Deathly Hallows were another story.)

I’m a binger. It’s just how I live.

My recent downfall started when one of my quidditch friends posted about a Humble Bundle featuring 13 of Telltale’s graphic adventure games for JUST TWELVE DOLLARS (insert flabbergasted commercial actor). A few people had been bothering me to play the Game of Thrones RPG for a while, because I’m that person who broadcasts their ASOIAF love far and wide and who will start an in-depth theory discussion in the middle of a raging party. Yeah, that cool person.

Long story short, I caved and bought all the games. A month later I installed one… and 24 hours after that, I was a blubbering mess.