Want to know what it takes for me to be productive these days? I am finally penning the first words of a post I’ve had prepped for three months, and only because…
a) Boolprop is running a marathon updating event where I get a shiny medal if I publish 3-10 of these bitches in October (spoiler: it won’t be 10)
b) My bedroom no longer gets a wi-fi signal thanks to the mythical router upstairs, which I am beginning to suspect is just a pair of rabbit ears stuck in a potato. This has cut me off from my #1 hobby of watching related YouTube videos until I can’t remember where I started or why I exist.
c) Yesterday’s quidditch tournament has rendered my every muscle completely useless, so I literally couldn’t do anything else even if I wanted to.
Why am I like this? D:
Anyhow, the stars have finally aligned—so here I am, making a start on GENERATION SIX!
We mark this milestone with a big “fuck you” to Isla Paradiso as we ship off to the Valley of Dragons.
DV greets us with an equivalent “fuck you” in the form of rain.
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…
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!
Now that we’re acquainted with the new house, let the breaking-in commence! Or more likely just the breaking.
Weston: Gilded wainscoting, crystal chandeliers, solid gold bathtubs… This place must have cost us approximately—
A shit ton, yes, thank you Mr. Frugal. Maybe don’t check out Lira’s room because it contains $6600 worth of curtains. XD
You didn’t think the generation heading was just a metaphor, did you? XD
Take it from an English major: nothing is ever “just a metaphor.”
You probably caught on to my heavy-handed foreshadowing when Lira smashed the toy dollhouse and vowed to create its replica. No? Or maybe you’re a comment reader and you’ve noticed umbramuse and me talking about Midnight Hollow. Or, if you’re as unperceptive as I am and this is all new to you, that’s great! SURPRISE! Confetti and fanfare and ribbon snipping and all that.
Anyway, here we are in creepyville, third home of the Dysfunkshinul Legacy. I know what I said about “clean and simple” neighbourhoods, and Sunset Valley is still my favourite. But a while back, I had a stroke of madness and splurged on some Simpoints, which I never do. I decided to invest them in sprucing up the fourth generation of this wacky business. And no, I’m not talking about the Haunted Spruce Trees lining the Langurds’ new abode.
There’s a peculiar frame of mind I need to be in to write these chapters. Considering I just tried to drink a burning candle, mistaking it for tea, I think I’m good to go.
Last time, the Gen. 3 kids came back from university to a laggy, snow-covered Sunset Valley. Our unicorn was tragically stolen by Joanna Rodgers, curse her name. Lance and Tommy made their escape from the household, and the screwball Dax French was caught up in our web forever.
In case you missed my shameless filler post, the Langurds moved camp! I packed up the main household, Tomahawk & Gabby, Lance & Eddy, and my simself, who—go figure—happened to be living with Weston Jolina-Sekemoto, so he came along, too. Everyone else is lost to the abyss.
So here we are in Riverview, ready to start the next generation at last. THANK GOD.
The Langurds have landed in…
I know, I wish it were something fancy like Dragon Valley or Aurora Skies or what have you, but I need my worlds reliable and functional or I will fly off the deep end. That and I’m cheap.
So here we are at the new house, situated on the waterfront ‘cause I need pretty things to look at. A brief overview: the architecture and decorating are loosely structured around the four elements. For the most part, the right hand side is fire-themed, the left is air, the middle of the house is water, and the yard and peripheries are earth.
Be warned, I tend to go overboard on the tacky decorations. You may want to resurface for air at some point during this post.