Day 20: The Oncoming Storm



Hello, EoFF. As you may have gathered from me sitting in the garden in the middle of the night, typing away on a computer, this isn't going to be a regular update. Today, I address you.



I don't think what I am about to do is going to be very popular. It's like a TV show, or a book or a game or a movie. I think we've all come to know and love the characters in this little internet show, and I think we'll all miss them. Nothing ever lasts forever, though.



I have two reasons for this. The first one is that I simply do not enjoy doing this anymore. You have to understand I've uploaded and commented on about 1,600 images for this thing. I've gone from desperately looking forward to playing the Sims, to seeing it as a chore. I have to force myself to play it now.



This face is awesome! The second for content related issues. I do not know what else I can possibly show you that I haven't done before. There's only so many times you can see a Sim piss on the floor or Huxley stare before it stops being funny. I'm ending it before that happens, as many television shows before me should have done! I simply do not know what else the Sims 2 has that I can show you.



A lot of things like this little thread, well, they slow down. The updates dry up to a trickle, and we're left hanging. I aint doin' that. If I'm going out, I am going out with a bang.

So when I asked for your favourite Sims, I was really asking for who you wanted to be the last sim standing. I didn't lie, though! The Sim with the least amount of votes is going to receive death. ...but so are the rest of them!

If this still does not satisfy you, allow me to present you with a song.



When I was just a little girl



I asked my mother, "What will I be?"



"Will I be pretty?"



"Will I be rich?"



Here's what she said to me...



After the thread ended, Rye took her bikini juggling act on tour with her girlfriend, Marshall banana.



Playtime~



Speaking of playtime, Psychotic and ShlupQuack settled their differences and got back together.



They and their family - Who are real bastards who refuse to pose for photos and this is the best I could do - moved into an expensive luxury mansion with the sales from Psychotic's book deal and Shlup's playboy shoot.



However, they rebuilt Alcatraz by their pool and put Noctiluca and Lekana in it. Whenever they get the urge, they may visit the inmates, no questions asked.



Don't worry about Lekana, though. She has a chocolate maker in her cell and she spends all day stuffing her face, bless her.



Keith and his son, kerrod, founded their own orphanage, and looked after many young children with great success.



Every night, however, they'd look to the heavens.



The days became weeks, the weeks became months, and the months became years. Their adopted childen grew up and had children of their own. Keith was growing old too.



But one day...



Huxley looked back on his life and realised where it had all gone wrong. He had let scrumpleberry get away.



If only there was some way to change history...to change the past...but wait...



In a dream, designs of a curious device came to him.



Strapping himself in, he smiles. Today, he will realise his destiny.



BACK TO THE FUTURE!



"Ah! It worked! Yes, hello! I would like to hold your child for a small while. May I do so?"



"Uh, sure, I guess. Also that's a neat new t-shirt. Where'd you get it?"
"Eastern Germany".













It's probably for the best.



As for Dan...



...and Mr. Spock...



...well, that's another story altogether.

THE END.

Alright, is your name scrumpleberry? If it is, in fact, scrumpleberry, please click off this thread. It's over. Nothing more to look at. Go away.

Are you gone? Good.

Sorry about that, folks. I will get a torrent of abusive PMs otherwise. On with the entertainment. Let the bodies hit the floor!



Speaking of scrumpleberry, she just got eaten, didn't she?



Time paradox, much?



Que sera, sera.



Lekana tried to go swimming. However, being consumed by her own gluttony, she simply sank to the bottom, and drowned. Again.



Huxedo. Yes, I am proud of that word.



He's kickin' it old skool style.



Guess what's inside!



It's the computer that zapped Rye! I've been storing it in there, ready for such an occasion.



Once more, with feeling. I mean hey he's probably going to get the electric chair for eating scrumpleberry anyway, right?



He then gets up, and neatly pushes the chair back in.



Before promptly being shocked again.



Whatever will be, will be.



Rye, on a whim, finally decides to look in the mirror.



Seeing herself for what she truly is - a midget consumed by the grease of a thousand teenagers - she is frightened.



"Wow, that was really scary! But I'm okay now! ^.^"



"Hey, my heart's beating pretty fa-"



The future's not ours to see.

Psychotic and ShlupQuack reconcile their differences, but in a very different way.



"You and I have unfinished business."



"Baby, you aint kiddin'".





"Pai Mei taught you the five point palm exploding heart technique?"
"Course he did."



"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know. Because...I'm a bad person."



"No, you're not a bad person. You're a terrific person. You're my favourite person. But every once in a while, you can be a real ."





"How do I look?"



"You look ready."



I HAVE MAD GIF SKILLZ. Shut up okay.



Then Beatrix Quacko forgot she had food poisoning. Boy, is she going to kick herself.



Whatever will be, will be.



I refuse to kill Keith in a violent manner. No. I will not do it.



He is dying of old age and there will be hula dancers and everything. So there.



Goodbye Keith!



Have a nice journey!



And so we come to the point of this little exercise.

















I wonder...



Will I dream?