What happened in your sims 3 game today?
Hey everyone. :) I've been playing Sunset Valley (along with the W mod) and I just made some CRAZY things happen yesterday and today with the Langerak Family. Hee hee ;) Well, I thought I would pic...
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Hello, everyone! Here I am again on what may be or may be not the last day this thread is open. Thanks a lot to those people who commented on the start of my "lepacy", especially @texansky . Glad you liked those humble beginnings!
In this post, I want to just post the background for the second generation, which will see the activation of the World Adventures EP. As I said, there will be no traveling involved, which means, the "world adventures" have to come to the little island. Here's just some write-up in story form to explain the background of the whole thing.
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The rain shower had moved on. The evening sun made the wet leaves on the rolling hills of Champs-Les-Sims sparkle. These vineyards had been at the center of much of his life's work, and Francois had done his part in making the wines of this village prestigious all over the world. Already quite some years ago, he had achieved everything he wanted and switched over to sending hapless Simerican tourists on treasure hunts, which served the main purpose of keeping the value of his wine cellar in stratospheric heights. However, even the sight of singed Simericans had been getting old after a while, and, lately, he got a bit lax when it came to filling treasure chests with fake coins and baubles and reactivating traps.
Pascal grinned from ear to ear. However, there was one last point. "You two know that this may mean that we will never see each other again, do you?"
"Oui, mon ami." Hit with emotions, Pascal gave Jeannine a big hug. Francois turned to the room:
"On y va!"
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I hope that explains the setup. Pictures of the island come soon.
In this post, I want to just post the background for the second generation, which will see the activation of the World Adventures EP. As I said, there will be no traveling involved, which means, the "world adventures" have to come to the little island. Here's just some write-up in story form to explain the background of the whole thing.
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The rain shower had moved on. The evening sun made the wet leaves on the rolling hills of Champs-Les-Sims sparkle. These vineyards had been at the center of much of his life's work, and Francois had done his part in making the wines of this village prestigious all over the world. Already quite some years ago, he had achieved everything he wanted and switched over to sending hapless Simerican tourists on treasure hunts, which served the main purpose of keeping the value of his wine cellar in stratospheric heights. However, even the sight of singed Simericans had been getting old after a while, and, lately, he got a bit lax when it came to filling treasure chests with fake coins and baubles and reactivating traps.
Spoiler
A car pulled up, and his friend Pascal was approaching the house. Francois had not seen Pascal in a while. Pascal was visibly older, but still sported an energetic walk. Francois' daughter Jeannine answered the door. "Bonsoir, tonton!" She always hung at Pascal's lips when he was here on a visit and talking about foreign countries and exciting stories when she was a teenager. "Bonsoir, Jeannine". Now, everyone was older, the visits had become sparse and the stories rather subdued. Today promised to be a bit different though.
"Bonsoir, Francois!"
"Bonsoir, mon ami. How is life treating you?"
"Excellent! I hope you find what I'm about to tell you interesting."
Francois had already picked up a few hints on the phone, and he was, indeed, intrigued. "I sure do!"
"Then let me start right away, because we don't have much time."
Pascal made himself comfortable in one of the armchairs.
"You may have heard that, quite some years ago, the Simericans established a restricted zone somewhere in the Pasimfic, where the maps showed a rather unremarkable small island that wasn't really owned by anyone. We always suspected they may have planned a military base there, but that never seemed to have come to fruition. The restricted zone stayed, and to everyone's suprise, the zone is protected by Simerican and Chinese ships at the same time. We were never able to figure out what led to this. Until now."
Pascal paused, but Francois just nodded.
"On a recent visit to Shang Simla, one of our agents picked up a remarkable conversation that shed some light on the situation. Our suspicion proved to be correct. The Simericans had prepared the island for inhabitation, moved sand and soil around, paved roads, put all the electric wires and water lines in the ground and already landed lots of building materials, furniture, etc. You would have thought they would start with the harbor, but that one was held up in the planning stage. On a day where almost all Simericans were gone for a holiday, a Chinese commando landed and destroyed all electronics in the radio tower, before the few Simericans could do anything about it. The following stand-off led to the situation we have today, where nobody is permitted to land on the island."
Francois pondered. "I heard that the Simerican congress had abolished the funding of some unnamed harbor project. Was it this one?
"Indeed. I doubt the Simericans would have backed out otherwise."
"Okay. But what has this to do with Champs-les-Sims or me?"
"I'll get to that immediately. No ship was to enter the restricted zone, but during a typhoon night, a small ship with seven Simericans shipwrecked on the island. The Simerican navy wanted to send a rescue team, but the Chinese pointed to the treaty and said No. Which meant those people were stranded. To everyone's suprise, they actually built houses and infrastructure on the island, and they got children. Our agents said that the Chinese were now afraid that their refusal to allow a rescue team was a big mistake. They are afraid, with many sims born on this island, they may just vote one day to join Simerica, when the inevitable first contact is made. The Chinese want to prevent just that. And here comes the interesting part."
Pascal made another dramatic pause, but Francois' glimpse made clear he wanted Pascal to just get to the point.
"See, the Chinese have decided to just change the island's demographics by having one of their own civilian ships crash on the beach. This allows them to bring some Chinese culture to the island. Their cargo contains some truly bizarre items good for a museum. Anyway, they will cause some distraction on the other side of the island that will divert the attention of their own and the Simerican patrol ships away from the would-be shipwreck. I actually like their plan, and I guess it's time to show the world that they should not forget about us."
Francois lit up. "Right, everyone forgets about us and our interests in that region. What's the plan?"
"The opportunity is just too good for just one shipwreck. We will send a ship of our own."
"Won't they see and stop us?"
"We are counting on the fact that the civilian ship will see our boat, as we will approach from a similar angle, but stay quiet. They would risk their own mission if they did anything against us. It's time to bring those Simerican outcasts some culture!"
"Huh?"
"Viticulture, that is! Why do you think I contacted you? We have some interesting new varieties of grape that showed high resistance to tropical temperatures, humid conditions and lack of a winter break. Of course, we already have some tests started on some of our islands, but I want some of your folk here to move the project forward on this lovely little island and, hopefully, help the population with forming their own identity. I have already contacted a couple of hopefuls."
From the direction of the door, a loud argument could be heard at this point. Francois sighed.
"You didn't choose Estelle and Gerard? Those two never get along."
To prove him right, Gerard made his opinion heard "I tried your grand cru from last year, and I've never had a more vile concoction than that horrible liquid. At least it was that caustic that I could clean those of my tanks that proved to be resistant to bleach with it." Estelle wasn't exactly distraught. "Good that you mention bleach, because that explains the dominant flavor in your latest Meloire. You are even too cheap to flush your tanks after cleaning them." Gerard's face was fire red by now. "You take that back!"
Francois sighed again. "That will never work. They will already kill each other on the boat."
Pascal smiled. "See, that's why we meet here. It's not only because I wanted to see you once again. What do you think about building up a new nectary from scratch? A last hurrah that will plant your name squarely on mankind's history."
Francois had to chuckle at Pascal's exaggeration, but Pascal had hit a nerve. One last big thing to try in life. Yes.
Jeannine didn't even have to wait for her father's answer. "Of course, I will accompany you. No objections acceptable!"
A car pulled up, and his friend Pascal was approaching the house. Francois had not seen Pascal in a while. Pascal was visibly older, but still sported an energetic walk. Francois' daughter Jeannine answered the door. "Bonsoir, tonton!" She always hung at Pascal's lips when he was here on a visit and talking about foreign countries and exciting stories when she was a teenager. "Bonsoir, Jeannine". Now, everyone was older, the visits had become sparse and the stories rather subdued. Today promised to be a bit different though.
"Bonsoir, Francois!"
"Bonsoir, mon ami. How is life treating you?"
"Excellent! I hope you find what I'm about to tell you interesting."
Francois had already picked up a few hints on the phone, and he was, indeed, intrigued. "I sure do!"
"Then let me start right away, because we don't have much time."
Pascal made himself comfortable in one of the armchairs.
"You may have heard that, quite some years ago, the Simericans established a restricted zone somewhere in the Pasimfic, where the maps showed a rather unremarkable small island that wasn't really owned by anyone. We always suspected they may have planned a military base there, but that never seemed to have come to fruition. The restricted zone stayed, and to everyone's suprise, the zone is protected by Simerican and Chinese ships at the same time. We were never able to figure out what led to this. Until now."
Pascal paused, but Francois just nodded.
"On a recent visit to Shang Simla, one of our agents picked up a remarkable conversation that shed some light on the situation. Our suspicion proved to be correct. The Simericans had prepared the island for inhabitation, moved sand and soil around, paved roads, put all the electric wires and water lines in the ground and already landed lots of building materials, furniture, etc. You would have thought they would start with the harbor, but that one was held up in the planning stage. On a day where almost all Simericans were gone for a holiday, a Chinese commando landed and destroyed all electronics in the radio tower, before the few Simericans could do anything about it. The following stand-off led to the situation we have today, where nobody is permitted to land on the island."
Francois pondered. "I heard that the Simerican congress had abolished the funding of some unnamed harbor project. Was it this one?
"Indeed. I doubt the Simericans would have backed out otherwise."
"Okay. But what has this to do with Champs-les-Sims or me?"
"I'll get to that immediately. No ship was to enter the restricted zone, but during a typhoon night, a small ship with seven Simericans shipwrecked on the island. The Simerican navy wanted to send a rescue team, but the Chinese pointed to the treaty and said No. Which meant those people were stranded. To everyone's suprise, they actually built houses and infrastructure on the island, and they got children. Our agents said that the Chinese were now afraid that their refusal to allow a rescue team was a big mistake. They are afraid, with many sims born on this island, they may just vote one day to join Simerica, when the inevitable first contact is made. The Chinese want to prevent just that. And here comes the interesting part."
Pascal made another dramatic pause, but Francois' glimpse made clear he wanted Pascal to just get to the point.
"See, the Chinese have decided to just change the island's demographics by having one of their own civilian ships crash on the beach. This allows them to bring some Chinese culture to the island. Their cargo contains some truly bizarre items good for a museum. Anyway, they will cause some distraction on the other side of the island that will divert the attention of their own and the Simerican patrol ships away from the would-be shipwreck. I actually like their plan, and I guess it's time to show the world that they should not forget about us."
Francois lit up. "Right, everyone forgets about us and our interests in that region. What's the plan?"
"The opportunity is just too good for just one shipwreck. We will send a ship of our own."
"Won't they see and stop us?"
"We are counting on the fact that the civilian ship will see our boat, as we will approach from a similar angle, but stay quiet. They would risk their own mission if they did anything against us. It's time to bring those Simerican outcasts some culture!"
"Huh?"
"Viticulture, that is! Why do you think I contacted you? We have some interesting new varieties of grape that showed high resistance to tropical temperatures, humid conditions and lack of a winter break. Of course, we already have some tests started on some of our islands, but I want some of your folk here to move the project forward on this lovely little island and, hopefully, help the population with forming their own identity. I have already contacted a couple of hopefuls."
From the direction of the door, a loud argument could be heard at this point. Francois sighed.
"You didn't choose Estelle and Gerard? Those two never get along."
To prove him right, Gerard made his opinion heard "I tried your grand cru from last year, and I've never had a more vile concoction than that horrible liquid. At least it was that caustic that I could clean those of my tanks that proved to be resistant to bleach with it." Estelle wasn't exactly distraught. "Good that you mention bleach, because that explains the dominant flavor in your latest Meloire. You are even too cheap to flush your tanks after cleaning them." Gerard's face was fire red by now. "You take that back!"
Francois sighed again. "That will never work. They will already kill each other on the boat."
Pascal smiled. "See, that's why we meet here. It's not only because I wanted to see you once again. What do you think about building up a new nectary from scratch? A last hurrah that will plant your name squarely on mankind's history."
Francois had to chuckle at Pascal's exaggeration, but Pascal had hit a nerve. One last big thing to try in life. Yes.
Jeannine didn't even have to wait for her father's answer. "Of course, I will accompany you. No objections acceptable!"
Pascal grinned from ear to ear. However, there was one last point. "You two know that this may mean that we will never see each other again, do you?"
"Oui, mon ami." Hit with emotions, Pascal gave Jeannine a big hug. Francois turned to the room:
"On y va!"
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I hope that explains the setup. Pictures of the island come soon.
