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 pick on this family for the fun of it. They seemed to have some dysfunction going on. Iliana (the mom) is a workaholic, Dustin (the dad) is lazy but loves family (he was in the criminal career when I started playing them. Not a good suit for his personality so I made him quit. He now has a part-time job at the bookstore). Their daughter Kaylynn seems to take care of everything while her older brother Parker, rebels and pays more attention to wooing girls than anything else. And to add craziness to the family, Iliana's sister Zelda Mae needed a place to live so, in she went. That is the original story of this family. Now for what I did to them. Lol! ;) Iliana didn't like how much of a slob Dustin is and he in turn didn't like how much of a workaholic she is. And little did Iliana know that her husband and sister were...doing a lot of romantic things in secret while she was at work. ;) Well, for a while she didn't know but then she was able to catch on. In anger she turned to her secret crush from work (Thornton Wolff) and begin having romantic relations with him. Meanwhile the kids are not exactly sure what has been going on...and Dustin and Zelda Mae had a risky woo hoo one night. Zelda got pregnant days later. At this time Dustin decided he had enough with Iliana and divorced her. Iliana then moved in with Thornton. Later, minutes before Zelda went into labor, Dustin proposed to her. The kids were pretty happy about it, they never saw much of their mother anyway. (Funny, this new baby would be their half-brother AND cousin...weird. ;) ) A baby boy was born and they named him Link (sorry, I couldn't help myself ;) ). Dustin and Zelda go off on a honeymoon and leave Parker and Kaylynn to care for the baby and the home while they are gone. (Seriously?) Well, Dustin asks the girl he's had a crush on for a while to Prom (River McIrish) and they go together and end up falling so hard for each other they become boyfriend and girlfriend. The next day, with the parents still gone, Parker is DYING to see River again and goes over to her house. They get frisky and...I'm pretty sure River is pregnant. Lol! And that's where I left my game for today. Had to get back to reality. :) I love how I can screw up sims lives or make them do things I would NEVER DO!!! It's so much fun! ;)
So what happened in your game today? Can we keep this thread going for a while? :)
MAJOR UPDATE (July 23rd, 2024): ^I can't believe I asked that and then 10 years later here we are. š Oh what a beautiful ride it has been. š
Anyway, due to the fact that this thread is thousands of pages long with hundreds of thousands of comments, you will for sure want to click on the drop down box below, off to the right a little, and choose "Newest" to see the newest posts on this amazing thread or you will be clicking the "More" button for all of eternity! š¤£ And yeeeeah you don't want to be doing that. š¬
Also, due to the migration to the new EA forum here, 95% of the pictures shared throughout the years in each post will not show up...so if you're wondering where all the images went, they unfortunately disappeared into the internet void. (Also those who posted via Photobucket before big changes were made on that site, lost photos years ago). Anyway, just a friendly FYI. š
But yeah, let's see how much longer we can keep this thread going y'all! š And please - cause I am still here and plan to stay here for as long as I can - do share with me...What happened in your Sims 3 game today? š
Hi everybody! I made it over here, but I'm still trying to figure out how navigate these pages. The Sims 3 is still my favorite game. This is the first time I have ever posted a picture on the forums, I am mostly a long-time lurker. I hope it turns out ok. This is Hadley Richmond, working on her jewelry-making skill. She lives in an apartment next to the Pizza Hut. (You can see her balcony.)
I can't say I like the new forum. It's a bit of a mess, difficult to navigate and it doesn't have the warm welcoming look like the old forum. But I hope they will make improvements. š
A pic from earlier this summer. My great grandsims, cousins Robin (the blonde) and Susanne (the brunette) had fun. The cat, Nova, didn't need cat makeup for obvious reasons. š
Tragedy strikes Evergreen House as the Prophecy shows no signs of relenting. Celebrating the birth of her daughters and the loss of her treasured brother takes its toll on Winnie.
Winnie celebrates her birthday and receives the gift of a lifetime from Max, but before she can enjoy it fully she insists on finally understanding which of her daughters will be the one to break the Curse.
This is the first post of my recent Forsythe Family Legacy with the first 10th-generation heir as the founder of this legacy. Precious Joy Forsythe: In Her Own Words, came from the introduction post. The remainder of this post came from gameplay.
Precious Joy Forsythe: In Her Own Words
My name is Precious Joy Forsythe. I was born to Grady and Teri Forsythe in Glenvale County and am the first-born heir of the 10th generation of the Forsythe family. I am the namesake of Precious Forsythe, the founder of our family legacy, and my seventh-great-grandmother. When I was a toddler, my parents were murdered. I was the only known witness, so the case quickly grew cold and was never solved.
I was sent to live at the Glenvale County Orphanage and had few fond memories of my time there. The orphanage was a sterile and cold environment, lacking in anything other than meeting my basic needs of food, clothing, and shelter.
I struggled with my studies, and the orphanage staff labeled me a problem child. They often found me talking to myself. I had been seen babbling and occasionally catching and eating insects. I donāt know why I did these things. I would have sudden outbursts of emotion that I needed to let out. Eating insects was gross, but if I did catch one, I would pop it into my mouth. The other children either ignored me or made fun of me. Throughout the years, I had many sessions with a counselor who wrote āinsaneā in her notes but did nothing to help me.
When I was old enough, the orphanage helped me pack my few belongings in a backpack, gave me the usual stipend of Ā§10,000, and sent me on my way. I still had a year of high school left, but they didnāt care. Since Glenvale County held nothing but bad memories for me, I took the next bus leaving the station. The first destination was Alryne Valley, and the townās name intrigued me.
So, I exited the bus, and here I am in Alryne Valley in Wimborne County. I did my best to settle in with the Simoleons I had. I look forward to telling you my story. I canāt wait to see how my life unfolds.
The following is from the actual gameplay. It is picture-heavy. I tried placing them in a spoiler, but it didn't work, so I removed the spoiler tags. I tried [], {}, and <>. None of these worked.
Alone in Alryne Valley
My name is Precious Joy Forsythe. I was born to Grady and Teri Forsythe in Glenvale County and am the first-born heir of the 10th generation of the Forsythe family. I am the namesake of Precious Forsythe, the founder of our family legacy, and my seventh-great-grandmother. When I was a toddler, my parents were murdered. I was the only known witness, so the case quickly grew cold and was never solved.
I was sent to live at the Glenvale County Orphanage and had few fond memories of my time there. The orphanage was a sterile and cold environment, lacking in anything other than meeting my basic needs of food, clothing, and shelter.
I struggled with my studies, and the orphanage staff labeled me a problem child. They often found me talking to myself. I had been seen babbling and occasionally catching and eating insects. I donāt know why I did these things. I would have sudden outbursts of emotion that I needed to let out. Eating insects was gross, but if I did catch one, I would pop it into my mouth. The other children either ignored me or made fun of me. Throughout the years, I had several sessions with a counselor who wrote āinsaneā in her notes but did nothing to help me.
When I was old enough, the orphanage helped me pack my few belongings in a backpack, gave me a stipend of Ā§10,000, and sent me on my way. I still had a year of high school left, but they didnāt care. Since Glenvale County held nothing but bad memories for me, I took the next bus leaving the station. The first destination was Alryne Valley, and the townās name intrigued me. So, I exited the bus, and here I am in Alryne Valley in Wimborne County.
When the bus dropped me off outside of City Hall, I went inside to inquire about somewhere to live. All of the homes in the area cost more than what I had available. The town clerk asked me how much I had to work with. The clerk suggested that I purchase land down the street, just a short distance from the town center. He advised me to buy a tent, a fire pit, and some fishing gear until I could afford to build on the property. He also told me there was a community garden next to the grocery store and a fishing pond in the park.
While shopping for supplies, I also purchased a bicycle to get around, arranged delivery of my items, and left the store with Ā§1008. I had wanted to buy a sculpting station but I was short Ā§92, so I decided to save until I had enough. I took my bicycle to the community garden and started harvesting fruits and vegetables.
I spent the entire day harvesting the garden. I canāt believe such a small garden had so much produce! Afterward, I went to the gym to shower and headed home. I found that the delivery team had set up my tent, fire pit, and bicycle rack for me. I also found a basket and a strange contraption in my yard.
I was too tired to investigate them, so I ate an apple and crawled into my tent.
A burglar visited my place in the middle of the night. I fought the burglar, but lost. He stole my tent. When the cop arrived, the burglar beat her up and got away.
Since I had nowhere to sleep until I could replace the tent, I decided that I might as well inspect the contraption on my lawn. A strange man appeared out of it and introduced himself as Emit Relevart. He claimed to be a time traveler, gave me an Almanac of Time, and asked me to find the Power Cells that were scattered about so he could repair his time portal. I managed to return five of them.
Emit repaired the time portal and disappeared into it. Having no desire to visit the future, I deactivated it and called the scrapyard to haul it away.
I found some University Freebees in the kit. I put on the t-shirt and waved the banner around for a bit before putting it and the kit away for a later time.
I called the store and ordered a new tent. I managed to plant an apple seed but was too tired to plant anything else. As soon as the tent was delivered and set up, I went back to bed.
My dreams were disturbing, reliving the burglary and the inability of the police to catch the burglar.
I awoke with a strong desire to sculpt something. I realized that after selling the time portal, I had enough to purchase a sculpting station.
I planted some seeds and stored the best of the remaining seeds in a box near the garden. I went to the grocery and sold the rest of my harvest.
I went to the park and introduced myself to Brad McKnight. Heās attractive in a boyish sort of way. We talked about gardening.
I discovered that heās not really into cats. Then he offered me flowers! Naturally, I turned him down because he found cats boring. He took it hard.
Then, for some reason, the madness just came over me. I think I scared him away. Why does this happen to me?
I went across the street to the school to inquire about completing high school and signed up for GED classes. Then I went to the store to buy a top-of-the-line sculpting station and had it delivered to my home. Home ā that has a nice ring to it. I donāt have much, but itās all mine.
I enjoyed this! Gameplay-driven stories are my favourite kind of sim stories to read. (And I too would refuse flowers from someone who thinks cats are boring!)
When I first started playing the Sims 3 in 2014 - which was also the first time I played any Sims game at all - I created a female Sim to live, basically, my dream life. Augusta lived on a houseboat in Isla Paradiso, was a self-employed artist, went on World Adventures, went scuba-diving and married a red-haired writer called Aidan, whom I created for her. They eventually had a red-haired daughter. Awesome! But, since it was my first time playing any Sims game, I was absolutely in over my head. I didn't have any experience with taking care of a sim's basic needs and skills, and I was trying to fight mummies and sharks!
So I decided to reboot my first ever gameplay, but this time I will actually know what I'm doing! I didn't want to remake Augusta and Aidan from scratch. I remade them from the actual same sims I played then, but I changed their looks completely because I was terrible at CAS back then too. (Luckily, my graphic settings were also terrible so I rarely had a good look at their faces!)
PalmArrowWhat a fun thing to do! š I love Augusta and Aiden's new looks too. I look forward to reading about all their adventures. š
I had a similar experience when I was a new player. I played some of the original Sims just before Sims 2 came out, and when it did, I created my parents and their first 4 children (they had 7 altogether, I'm #6 š) and needless to say I went WAY over my head for still being a rookie sims player! (But I was just so excited sims could have kids! š) I didn't know how to fulfill everyone's needs either and eventually my mom died in the game......because she was so busy taking care of all the kids, I forgot to have her take care of herself. It was the most devastating thing I had ever witnessed at the time and it messed me up emotionally for a few days. š¢
Nevertheless, I learned a valuable lesson from that and went back to the game starting with just one sim and learning the ropes. šš»
(Oh and in case anyone is wondering, yes, my mother is still alive. ššš» Healthy and wonderful as ever. She and my dad just celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary this year. š)
Love the new look! And look forward to the new story. I came to Sims 3 in 2014 also, with only Sims Freeplay experience. Still hooked on it 10 years later.
Hey my friends. š Are y'all still with me on here? š It's gotten much too quiet over here.....
But I do understand everyone. It's been a hot mess around here...and frustrating to say the least. ((((Hugs))))
I can assure y'all that the folks from EA are definitely hearing our feedback and requests for this forum to be less buggy and a more user friendly environment. And they are doing the best they can on their end to implement it. ā A lot of the requested changes require adding more features to the forum which unfortunately takes more time to do than we all realize. So while it might seem like nothing is happening, it is. It's just a matter of time. šµ Tiiiiiiime, why you punish me? š¶š ^Sorry y'all know me and my musical tourettes. š Anyhoo, trust me on this, ok? š If you really can't handle the way the forum is right now - which I completely understand š - then make it a point to come back here in the months to come and discover how much nicer this place will be for us all. šš» I always wanna keep in touch with every one of you lovely people. š¤ So please come back.
And now without futher adieu, it's time for me to share a few pictures of some of my gameplay from this past week.
I've been playing around in the Christmas Village world to prepare it for my Christmas story this year and there's a few fun things I've discovered. š
I never would've thought to use sand piles to illustrate piles of snow (recolored) from drifts, from shoveled sidewalks and plowed roads, clumps of snow that's fallen off roofs, etc. So freaking clever! ā Kudos to you Rflong7 ! šš» Check out how much more realistic it makes the wintry world look and feel:
I even took it a step further and added snow piles on top of some of the roofs:
I'm ALL about realism y'all! šš»
While I was decorating up a community lot I noticed Santa and his reindeer drawn sleigh riding by, frozen in time for a bit as I worked on the lot. š (Almost like they were stopped at a stoplight. Lol!) It put such a bright smile on my face. š
I might've captured him and Mrs. Claus getting cozy in the snow under the stars earlier... šš
And here's Declan in LIVE mode. š„°
^So handsome. š
And lastly, I thought I would try my hand at creating Declan on the new InZOI character creation demo that came out on Steam the other day. šš» (I hope this is ok to post... š¬ If not, please let me know. It's all in good fun. š ) Here he is!
Not too shabby right? š Hot stuff! š
Well that's it from me for now my friends. Hope you're all having a great day and keep the posts coming. š
I'm still here. Just been busy trying to find a world for my BATB/HM story. I did find the victorian world, and I have to manually fix the missing items.
I love those piles of snow/sand in the Christmas world!
And it's awesome that the inZOI character builder works for you. If it worked for me it would completely take over my life! š The inZOI version of Declan looks great.
Maurice climbed onto his horse, Philippe, and set off down the path that led to the fair. Elizabeth watched until he disappeared from sight, then turned back to the cottage, already planning the tasks she would tackle in his absence.
Maurice rode through the forest, the trees arching overhead to form a green canopy that filtered the morning light into dappled patterns on the ground. Philippeās hooves clopped steadily along the dirt path, and Maurice hummed a cheerful tune, his thoughts on the fair and the possibilities it held.
But as the morning wore on, the forest grew denser, the path less clear. Maurice frowned, glancing around uncertainly. The familiar route seemed to have changed, and an uneasy feeling crept into his heart. Just as he was about to turn back and reassess his direction, a low growl echoed through the trees.
Mauriceās heart skipped a beat as he saw movement in the underbrush. A pack of wolves emerged, their eyes gleaming with predatory intent. Philippe whinnied in fear, his ears pinned back.
āEasy, Philippe,ā Maurice whispered, trying to calm the horse while he kept his own fear in check.
But the wolves advanced, snarling and baring their teeth. Philippe reared up, his fear overcoming him, and with a wild cry, he bolted off the path and into the thick of the forest. Maurice clung to the reins, trying to steady himself as the horse galloped wildly through the trees.
Branches whipped past, scratching at Mauriceās face and tearing at his clothes. He held on for dear life, praying for Philippe to find a safe path. The wolves gave chase for a while but eventually fell behind, their howls fading into the distance.
After what felt like an eternity, Philippe finally slowed, his frantic pace easing into a nervous trot. Maurice patted the horseās neck, trying to soothe him. āItās alright, boy. Weāre safe now.ā
But as Maurice looked around, he realized they were far from any path he recognized. The forest here was dark and foreboding, the trees twisted and gnarled. An eerie silence hung in the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves.
In the distance, Maurice spotted a break in the trees. He urged Philippe forward, hoping to find some sign of civilization. As they emerged from the forest, Mauriceās eyes widened in astonishment. Before him stood a grand, yet ominous, mansion. Its towering spires and intricate architecture were shrouded in an air of mystery and decay. The iron gates, slightly ajar, creaked in the wind.
Maurice hesitated for a moment, but the memory of the wolves and the growing darkness of the forest urged him forward. He guided Philippe through the gates and up the overgrown path to the mansionās entrance. Dismounting, he approached the massive wooden doors and knocked hesitantly.
āHello?ā he called, his voice echoing in the stillness. āIs anyone there? I need help!ā
The doors creaked open slowly, as if by an unseen hand, revealing a dimly lit interior. Maurice swallowed his fear and stepped inside, hoping to find shelter and perhaps a way to get back on the right path.
Inside, the mansion was grand but eerie, filled with shadows that seemed to move on their own. Dust covered the once-luxurious furnishings, and cobwebs hung like delicate curtains from the chandeliers. Mauriceās footsteps echoed on the marble floor as he ventured further inside, calling out for help.
āHello? Please, is anyone here?ā
As he wandered through the dark, silent halls, Maurice couldnāt shake the feeling that he was being watched. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he quickened his pace, hoping to find someoneāanyoneāwho could assist him. Little did he know, his arrival at the mansion would set into motion a chain of events that would change his lifeāand Elizabethāsāforever.
As Maurice ventured deeper into the mansion, the sound of his footsteps echoed off the high ceilings, the eerie silence of the grand hall amplifying every creak and rustle. Unbeknownst to him, he was not alone. From the shadowed upper floor, two pairs of eyes watched his every move.
April, the maid, stood nervously beside the banister, her hands wringing the edges of her apron. Her ghostly form shimmered faintly in the dim light, a soft blue glow that she was careful to keep hidden. Though her appearance was now ethereal, Aprilās nervous demeanor remained much the same as it had been in life. She glanced anxiously at the tall, regal figure beside her, Ramsley, the butler of the mansion. Ramsley was calm and collected, his posture straight and dignified, and his ghostly appearance was similarly concealed, giving the impression of a man still very much in control of his surroundings.
āRamsley,ā April whispered, her voice trembling slightly, āwe shouldnāt be letting him in. What if the master finds out? You know how heāā
āAh, April,ā Ramsley interrupted with a smooth, reassuring tone, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. āThe master has not had a visitor in many years. And this poor fellow looks quite weary, doesnāt he? It would be the height of rudeness to leave him out there, lost and alone. We must show him the hospitality this house was once known for.ā
āBut Ramsley,ā April protested, her eyes wide with worry, āwhat if he discovers who we really are? And what if the masterāā
Ramsley raised a hand, silencing her. āWeāll worry about that later. For now, we have a guest, and it is our duty to make him feel welcome. Come, April, this could be our chance to remind ourselves of what we once wereābefore the curse.ā
āGood evening, sir,ā Ramsley greeted with a warm, welcoming smile, bowing slightly. āI apologize for the delay in our response. This mansion is quite large, and it takes a moment to reach the entrance. How may we assist you?ā
Maurice, still rattled from his encounter with the wolves and the unsettling atmosphere of the mansion, returned the bow, though his own was a bit more awkward. āGood evening,ā he said, his voice tinged with both relief and curiosity. āIām terribly sorry to intrude, but I was on my way to the fair when I was attacked by wolves. My horse brought me here, and I was hopingā¦ well, I was hoping to find some shelter.ā
āWolves, you say?ā Ramsleyās expression turned to one of concern, though he quickly masked it with a reassuring smile. āYouāre quite fortunate to have found us, then. The forest can be dangerous at night. Please, allow me to offer you a place to rest. It would be our pleasure to assist you.ā
Mauriceās shoulders relaxed slightly at Ramsleyās kindness. āThank you, sir. Youāre most kind.ā
Ramsley brought Maurice to the mansionās grand library, an enormous room lined with towering shelves filled with dusty tomes and ancient volumes. The fireplace, though dark and cold, still held the memory of warmth, and the masterās chairāa large, ornate armchair upholstered in rich, deep red velvetāstood near the hearth.
āPlease, make yourself comfortable,ā Ramsley said, gesturing to the chair. āThis room was once the heart of the mansion, a place of knowledge and reflection. Iām sure youāll find it to your liking.ā
Maurice looked around, awed by the vastness of the library and the grandeur of the room. He approached the chair and sank into its soft cushions, grateful for the comfort after his harrowing journey. āThis isā¦ remarkable,ā he murmured, his eyes wandering over the shelves of books. āIāve never seen such a collection.ā
Ramsley smiled, his eyes glinting with a touch of pride. āThe master was an avid collector of rare and valuable works. Many of these books have not been read in years. Perhaps youāll have time to peruse them while you rest.ā
April, standing just behind Ramsley, could hardly contain her anxiety. She tugged at Ramsleyās sleeve, her voice barely a whisper. āRamsley, we need to be careful. What if he starts asking questions? What ifāā
āHush, April,ā Ramsley whispered back, his tone gentle but firm. āEverything is under control. Weāll keep him comfortable, and then weāll find a way to help him on his way. No harm will come of it.ā
But as Maurice settled into the chair, April couldnāt shake the feeling of impending doom. She hovered nervously by the doorway, her ghostly form flickering faintly in the dim light, ready to warn Ramsley if things began to go wrong.
Maurice, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension between the two, sighed in relief, feeling the exhaustion of his journey catch up with him. āThank you,ā he said again, his voice filled with gratitude. āYouāve been most kind. Iām not sure what I would have done without your help.ā
As Ramsley and April began to make their way out of the library, the heavy atmosphere of the mansion suddenly grew even more oppressive. The air seemed to thicken, and a cold, unnatural wind swept through the hall, extinguishing what little light remained. Both April and Ramsley froze in their tracks, their ghostly forms flickering with anxiety.
From the shadows of the grand hall emerged a towering figure, shrouded in darkness. The creatureās heavy footsteps echoed ominously, each one sending a jolt of fear through the hearts of the mansionās spectral servants. As the figure stepped into the faint light that filtered through the dusty windows, its monstrous form was revealedāa hulking beast with sharp, jagged features, burning eyes, and a deep growl rumbling from its chest.
It was William Gracey, the master of the mansion, but no longer the man he once was. The curse laid upon him by Madam Leota had transformed him into a terrifying beast, his once-handsome visage now twisted into something grotesque and fearsome. His jacket, tattered and worn, hung heavily from his broad shoulders, and his claws, long and sharp, gleamed in the dim light
Who dares to trespass in my home?ā Williamās voice was a deep, guttural growl, filled with anger and suspicion. His burning eyes fixed on Ramsley and April, his expression dark and dangerous. āWho let this stranger in?ā
April shrank back, her ghostly form trembling with fear. āIāIām sorry, Master,ā she stammered, her voice barely audible. āWe didnāt meanāā
Ramsley, though inwardly as anxious as April, maintained his composure. He stepped forward, trying to placate the enraged master. āMaster Gracey, please,ā he began, his voice steady but respectful. āThis man is lost and in need of shelter. He meant no harmāā
Williamās growl cut him off, his eyes narrowing dangerously. āYou brought him here? Into my home? Without my permission?ā His gaze flicked to Maurice, who was now wide-eyed with fear, shrinking back into the chair. āWho are you?ā William demanded, his voice a thunderous roar that echoed through the grand hall. āWhy have you come here?ā
Maurice, trembling, tried to gather the courage to speak. āIāIām just a traveler,ā he stuttered, his voice shaking. āMy horse was spooked by wolvesā¦ I didnāt mean to intrudeā¦ Please, I didnāt know this place wasāā
Williamās roar silenced him. āLies!ā he snarled, his massive form looming over Maurice. āYou dare trespass in my home and then lie to me? I should tear you apart right here!ā
āMaster, please!ā Ramsley interjected, stepping between William and Maurice, his voice urgent. āHeās just a harmless old man. He meant no offense. Let us help him on his way, and weāll make sure he never speaks of this place.ā
But William was beyond reasoning. His monstrous form radiated fury, and the curse that had twisted him into this beast had also heightened his paranoia and rage. āYou think I can just let him go?ā he growled, his eyes burning with suspicion. āWhat if he tells others? What if he brings them here?ā
Maurice, now shaking uncontrollably, raised his hands in a pleading gesture. āI swear, I wonāt tell anyone! Just let me go, pleaseāā
But Williamās mind was made up. With a swift, terrifying movement, he grabbed Maurice by the collar, lifting the old man off the ground as if he weighed nothing. āYouāve seen too much,ā William hissed, his voice low and dangerous. āI canāt let you leave.ā
āMaster, no!ā April cried out, stepping forward in a desperate attempt to intervene. āPlease, donāt hurt him!ā
For the first time in months I picked up a brand new game that wasn't anything to do with Evergreen and it's been a lot of fun! I caught these gorgeous photos of the estate in the seasons and my question to you - are you team Autumn or Winter?
Astrid returns to the cabin with a host of tales about her adventures around Moonlight Falls, including who she met along the way. Will Andromeda seize the opportunity to meet Frida and Victoria Goth at long last?
āGood morning, Elizabeth,ā Gaston greeted, his voice dripping with self-assurance. āI was just passing by and thought Iād pay you a visit.ā
Elizabeth forced a polite smile, though she could feel her patience wearing thin. āGood morning, Gaston,ā she replied, keeping her tone civil. āI appreciate the visit, but Iām quite busy at the moment.ā
Gaston stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his eyes scanning the cottage with a critical gaze. āBusy, you say? What could possibly be more important than spending time with me?ā He chuckled, as if the very idea was absurd.
Elizabeth suppressed a sigh and turned back to her chores, hoping to convey that she wasnāt interested in a long conversation. āI have chores to do, and my father has gone to the fair. I need to make sure everything is in order for when he returns.ā
Gaston waved a dismissive hand, stepping closer to her. āOh, come now, Elizabeth. A beautiful girl like you shouldnāt be wasting her time on chores. You should be thinking about your future, about settling down with someone who can take care of you.ā
Elizabeth felt her patience snap, but she kept her voice calm. āGaston, Iāve told you before, Iām not interested in marriage right now. I have my own dreams, my own life to live.ā
Gastonās smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of confusion. āDreams? What kind of dreams could be better than becoming my wife? Youād have everything you could ever wantāwealth, status, admiration from everyone in town. Youād be the envy of every woman here!ā
Elizabeth turned to face him, her expression resolute. āGaston, Iām not looking for wealth or status. I want to live my life on my own terms, not just be someoneās wife. I want to learn, to explore, to make my own choices. Thatās not something you can give me.ā
Gastonās confusion deepened, and his brow furrowed as he tried to understand. āBut why would you want to do all that when you could have me?ā He stepped closer, his tone becoming more insistent. āElizabeth, youāre the most beautiful woman in the village, and Iām the most handsome, the strongest. Weāre perfect for each other. Everyone knows it. You should be my wife, and together, weāll be unstoppable.ā
Elizabeth took a step back, shaking her head. āGaston, you donāt understand. I donāt love you. I donāt want to marry you.ā
The rejection hit Gaston harder than he expected. His smirk vanished entirely, replaced by a flash of anger that he quickly masked with another smile, though it was strained. āYou donāt know what youāre saying, Elizabeth. Youāll see that Iām the best choice for you. No one else in this village could ever offer you what I can.ā
Elizabethās expression softened, but her resolve remained firm. āIām sorry, Gaston, but my answer is no. Iām not going to marry you.ā
Gastonās eyes darkened, his pride stung by her refusal. He stepped closer, towering over her, his voice low and threatening. āYou might say no now, but mark my words, ElizabethāI will make you my wife. No one else deserves you, and I always get what I want.ā
Elizabeth stood her ground, meeting his gaze without flinching. āI will never marry someone who doesnāt respect my choices, Gaston. You may think you can force me into this, but youāre wrong.ā
Gaston stared at her for a long moment, his jaw clenched, before turning sharply on his heel and storming out of the cottage. As he left, he cast one last glance over his shoulder, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and determination.
āRemember what I said, Elizabeth,ā he warned. āYouāll be mine, one way or another.ā
"Can you believe it?! He asked me to marry him? That brainless, borish...."
he warm glow of the sun slowly began to fade, casting long shadows across the countryside. Elizabeth finished her chores, trying to push away the lingering unease from her encounter with Gaston. She stepped outside the cottage, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of her father. The familiar sight of his horse, Philippe, carrying his invention to the fair should have been visible by now. But as the minutes ticked by, there was no sign of either.
Just as worry started to creep into her thoughts, she heard the frantic clattering of hooves approaching from the distance. Her heart leaped with hope, expecting to see her father returning home. But as the figure came into view, her heart sank. It was Philippe, galloping toward the cottage at full speedābut her father was nowhere to be seen.
āPhilippe!ā Elizabeth called out, rushing toward the horse as it skidded to a stop in front of the cottage. The horse was breathing heavily, its eyes wide with fear, and its saddle was askew, as if it had been in a panic. āWhereās Papa?ā she asked, her voice trembling as she gently stroked Philippeās mane, trying to calm the frightened animal.
Philippe whinnied nervously, nudging Elizabeth with his nose as if trying to communicate something urgent. Elizabethās mind raced. Something must have happened to her father, something terrible. He would never leave Philippe behind like this unless he was in danger.