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The AdventureBegins
…As many such adventures
do…with a Sim and a dream.
Iffy photography for a while, I know. See if you can be distracted by a semi-competent layout.
Within hours, Pleasantview lay abandoned, replaced by a
new neighborhood. It didn’t look like much—more like
farmland than anything. Only the name gave away the
potential fame and fortune—Fun Time Island.
Create-a-Sim was put into full use, implementing an
interesting cast of characters to populate the desolate island
with the fancy name. Sims of all interests and aspirations,
Sims with big dreams and big plans.
One Sim in particular caught the interests—
and hearts—of many.
Erik Phantasma was named for the Phantom of the Opera. A Romancer,
he dated his way around the island with great glee, earning a reputation as
the best first date known—and the last, since he was also infamous for not
taking seconds.
He was largely undocumented during this time, and seemed to have a
special talent at avoiding cameras.
Erik also dated enough townies to earn himself a restraining order. He had
to skip two generations of parties, due to the incredible amount of fights
among the women. The townie gals are really quite vicious.
He could have gone on like that forever—or until I got bored—but for one young woman.
Faustina Roomers was one of four young ladies
seeking adventure and popularity. Rumor in
the later generations is that all four “Erik dates”
took place in a single night. Of course, that is
little more than legend—they took two
nights, two on each.
The problem was that Faustina was pregnant. I
was dumb enough to look at the “Try For
Baby” option and wonder what it did. So when
she started throwing up all over the place, I was
a little concerned.
The aftermath has long been held as the most
successful accident the island has ever seen.
Erik learned of his impending
fatherhood and felt rather guilty. He
hadn’t meant to do anything permanent;
just have a little fun. But what was done
was done, so there was nothing left for it
but to apologize to Faustina.
Make-up was swift and passionate.
The slightly dysfunctional couple also
forgot to lock the door, so there was
very nearly a rather nasty fight, as the
other girls heard the commotion and
came running like all heck into
Faustina’s room.
Even such a scene didn’t distract them
for long.
The other girls, in
between keeping an eye
on Faustina, went
chasing their own
pursuits. They were
also totally thrilled with
the idea of a baby to
look after—such fun!
One of the others, Catherine, ran away and eloped with a man she met
online. He had twin daughters, and the pull of the babies was too much for
Catherine—twins to herself instead of one to share with three roomies.
“Girls—Girls, look who it is.”
Before anyone could believe it, the
little one was on the way.
I almost never need to cheat to get the gender I want—I’m uncannily
talented at predicting them. This will be revisited later.
“I can’t believe this is happening. To
me! I’m Erik Phantasma, the
infamous, and I’m a father!”
Erik, noted by Catherine, had turned up to
welcome his child into the world. He was
rather on edge for most of the evening,
and raided the fridge before leaving
sometime in the dead of night.
He also felt rather guilty that he was
leaving his child to be raised by three
young women so he could remain carefree.
“Our daughter, Erik! What should we name her?”
*Baby!?*
Thus did Bindi come into the world; brown
eyes, back hair, and skin 2.
I named her after a child in a book I read a very
long time ago. The basic plot involved a
crippled woman who was unable to have
children befriending a fairy. The fairy manages
to conjure a baby, who was named Bindi. So
Bindi is a fairy-born human, and in general very
nature-y, magic-y. I decided instantly that I
liked her.
The moral of the story is that virtual babies are
much better that real ones. I don’t particularly
like real human children.
*Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea*
Erik did the only thing he could think of.
He proposed.
He wasn’t thrilled about the idea, but it was the
right thing to do. Plus, if Faustina was home
with a newborn baby, he would be mostly free to
chase his own pursuits—right?
“How is my darling little one? Perhaps
you’ll grow up to be like me someday!”
The wedding was declared the shindig of
the century. The title still holds true after
five generations and counting.
The highlight of the ceremony for the
happy couple, though, was Erik holding
his baby girl for the first time.
Bindi still claims that moment as her first
memory; she didn’t actually attend the
reception, which was during nap time.
“Mama’s special little girl! Look at you!”
*Giggle*
Erik was wrong, of course. He caught the flu at the
wedding party and spent the next two days in bed.
Faustina, meanwhile, had a marvelous time playing with
a now-crawling Bindi, who had grown up remarkably
fast, even for a baby.
I know it’s been a short chapter. Much of the drama
going on was undocumented and small-time. Family life
comes into play in the next update—can the town
Casanova adjust to taking care of a two-year-old
daughter?