ladytimedramon

We've had injury, we've had insult, we've had salt rubbed into the wounds...

Let's put some icing on the cake.

I tripped twisted up, bruised, and banged my knee and twisted my ankle. While I dont think I broke anything, I have this fear that I may have torn something. I'll give it a few days, then see if I need to see the orthopedist.

Is 2012 over yet?

Yeah, I know I haven't been posting much lately, but I'm a bit stuck.

OK, this is about my sims 2 stories.

First of all, I've decided to "close" my Pleasantview. Why? First of all, it's becoming overcrowded. Early on I enjoyed having big, extended families. Yes, I could add other sub neighborhoods, but that leads to problem 2. The neighborhood is laggy, slow to load, and occasionally freezes the game. Problem 3 is part of problem 1. My main story family, the Hillbillies, is now at 40 members after Colin's wife had twin girls. There are too many characters to keep track of. I have 2 stories going, and it becomes where you need to have something happen in one story, it will most likely affect the other.

Initially, I was just going to save Maya and a handful of other college students. Then I started getting sad about a couple of my other simmies. Then, when I thought about "ending it" for Antara, who I've raised from birth, I nearly started crying.

Essentially, what I have planned is my Sim world (except for a couple of places that I've decided are either on other planets or in other dimensions) is going to end, a la "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" (darn those Vogons :p ). Antara, Beau, and their children will be rescued by a good witch (another sim and one of his children will survive by a run-in with a bad witch). Meanwhile, Maya and a small group of my sims will have been "kidnapped" by a group of alien "collectors" and taken to a new world to start a new population while the aliens "observe" and "comment" (a bit like Meerkat Manor type observations). Technically, all of the townies and NPCs are "rescues".

And herein lies the problem.

I have 2 ways to go:

1. Maya and friends are brought to a new world, where "collectors" had already began populating with small numbers of people who have skills. This new world is basically like a pioneer type land - living in primitive housing, no power, everyone is in "survival" mode (though the aliens have emergency stores that they will release when necessary).

2. Maya and friends are brought to a "pre-fab" world. The aliens have set up a city for the Sims full of "cookie cutter" pre-fab homes. Sort of like they were plunked into a 1950's type world, but everyone there has been taken from the planet that was destroyed.

I just don't know which way to go.

Things did begin to change at the mill. Neither Henry nor William seemed to be welcomed into the house for anything other than meals. Anne took over all of William’s “domestic chores”. Don’t think that left the boy free to study… far from it. While Anne did the cooking and cleaning, William came home from his classes and went right to work helping Michael in the mill. Normally this would have been Henry’s job, but the middle brother started coming home less and less.

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I spent the next few weeks trying to find out any tidbits of news I could about “the ogre”. Unfortunately this village was far from the center of action. Occasionally I would follow Henry into town to the tavern (much to his chagrin… particularly since when I was there, Molly Flowers chose to lavish me with attention instead of him) where I would overhear news from a traveler who had been near Carabas.

So far, the only things I had discovered was that the ogre had all of Carabas in a state of fear, and that no one truly knew what the ogre looked like – it reportedly could take the shape of any man or beast.

News of the ogre, however, was not what turned my new life upside down.

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I had been at the mill for nearly three weeks when I finally had a break in the tedium. Jacob turned to William that morning and said “Well, now, William, your friend appears to have made a full recovery. Tis time to start seein’ if there be someone searchin’ afore him.”

“But Father,” began William. I suspect he was as surprised as I was.

His father held up his hand to cut off his protest. “Puss be a fine cat, but somewhere there must be a family lookin’ for him. And as fine a cat as he is, there may be a reward as well. Take him with you to church, then into town and ask around.”

“Yes, Father.” William hung his head in defeat. “Come on Puss,” he said to me as he took his lunch from the cabinet.

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I might as well use it. There are a few things at insanejournal that are a bit fluky. I think this particular journal will be the "link" between individual ones per story. That might be the best way to handle it.