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Monet11
New Spectator
2 years ago

An Alternate Slice of Reality


In an alternate slice of reality, your sims live on the edge. Once you upload them to the gallery, they are no longer safely in your hands. They are in the hands of others. Others who may not share your vision…

Background:

The "pic of your sim-self" thread went a little off the rails. This was mainly due to the color yellow and had nothing at all to do with me. Honest.

@Captain_NXR7 was naturally involved, much to no one’s surprise.

The situation quickly escalated when @Simminggal donned "Kill Bill" yellow instead of the mustard yellow suggested. (Vlad was not amused.)
When it was said that mustard yellow might have made a difference, Simmingal pointed out that it was strange there was any yellow in her closet at all. It was at this point that I had to set the record straight –

In an alternate slice of reality, Simmingal did indeed have more yellow in her closet that anyone could have ever imagined. Even so, those shades of yellow paled before her ebullient nature. Yellow. Yards and yards of yellow. And not just any yellow,
she had Dior,
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and silks,
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and a radiance that shamed even the sun.
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Yes, in this little slice of an alternate reality, she was, unexpectedly, the banisher of the night.

Your sims aren’t safe in the alternate slices of reality. You never really know what might happen.
Does it ever cross your mind? Or do you toss them to the gallery and never consider it again?
  • Simmingal's avatar
    Simmingal
    Hero
    2 years ago
    "Monet11;c-18286249" wrote:

    :D No, then. I am super picky about music. :D Maybe you could go down the road I took and learn to dance instead? Once, I had a dream to be good at the Foxtrot. But alas, my body was too short to match the height of the music. My heart soared at the velvety sound of Singer/Songwriters, but my bones said no, you will only ever be this tall. So I danced the best I could. And the tall women always won the trophy. But I had a very grand time.


    It sounds lovely but I find it is other dimensions that challenge me,
    for most dances are simply too fast for me to jiggle along gracefully
    therefore leaving me huffing and puffing down several houses on the block,
    something which I would rather leave for Greg to do

    I think if I was to do anything musical I would simply torture my neighbors with some singing,
    much like my dear friend Hyacinth Bucket

    except make it metal mayhaps

    part of me does want to learn to play bass
    put part of me also notes that i do not own bass
    and I do not possess the willpower for self educating myself about anything basically

    knitting I do sometimes when I am possessed by spirit of Miss Marple
    but I'm afraid I really do own too many pairs of woolly socks already to justify creating a new pair

    Well, now we see... here is the root of your problem. You must knit a hat now instead. You have boxed yourself in and stifled your talent. You must let it out of the box so that it can stretch and breathe. The gloominess cannot stay when the light is let in. Open the box and knit a grand hat. Or a bad hat. The first one might be bad. But the next one will be grand, I am sure of it!


    I'm afraid wearing hats is not my strong suit either
    I have tendency for hot headedness and wearing winter hats tends to overheat my little grey cells

    I shall however consider knitting cursed sweater should I have enough yarn
  • Monet11's avatar
    Monet11
    New Spectator
    2 years ago

    Great horrors @Simmingal. The thought of Hyacinth Bucket singing metal sends shivers down my spine. Although, she would probably be great as it is mostly screeching as far as I can tell.

    Well, you mustn't overheat your little grey cells, so I see the hat is out. A cursed sweater it is then. If you haven't enough yarn, you could size it for a cat. That sounds cursed as the cat would probably not receive your gift kindly. Alas, there are not enough scars in the game to update your sim-self if you tried to put a sweater on a cat.

    You could knit a special attachment for ergonomically designed twin carriers so that you can secure extra snacks. It's just a thought.
  • Simmingal's avatar
    Simmingal
    Hero
    2 years ago
    "Monet11;c-18287125" wrote:

    Great horrors @Simmingal. The thought of Hyacinth Bucket singing metal sends shivers down my spine. Although, she would probably be great as it is mostly screeching as far as I can tell.

    Well, you mustn't overheat your little grey cells, so I see the hat is out. A cursed sweater it is then. If you haven't enough yarn, you could size it for a cat. That sounds cursed as the cat would probably not receive your gift kindly. Alas, there are not enough scars in the game to update your sim-self if you tried to put a sweater on a cat.

    You could knit a special attachment for ergonomically designed twin carriers so that you can secure extra snacks. It's just a thought.


    Innovative!

    in another slice of reality, The Real Real,
    Simmingal is going shopping, wearing long cowprint sundress and carrying a mustard colored saddle bag,
    feeling like trendsetter but simultaneously fashion disaster

    it all depends of the reality she is in after all
    if she was in horse ranch reality this might be very fashionable

    unfortunately she is not on her way to get ea giftcards or computer parts
    no because her phone has betrayed her at worst time refusing to be charged again

    Simmingal shall see if there is any yarn
    while lamenting the horrible prices of phones these days,
    and the most distasteful amount of cameras put on the back of these new bricks

    and ofcourse, the fact that there is no mustard colored phones available
  • Simmingal's avatar
    Simmingal
    Hero
    2 years ago
    update: Simmingal found new brick, and some purple yarn,
    and saw some dudes in cowboy hats which made her feel less like fashion disaster
    now to hope her new green colored brick works
  • Monet11's avatar
    Monet11
    New Spectator
    2 years ago

    I am happy that the real, real Simmingal has a new green phone and some purple yarn. And it is good that she was not a fashion disaster. I look forward to more purple good news in the future.

    The real, real Monet will tell you that she knows many young and free artists who happily wear clothes that match in no way at all - neither in shape, form, print, style, fashion, or color, and they are exceedingly happy to do so with no thought as to what anyone thinks about it at all. She has never seen such freedom.

    But the artists are also angsty about everything else, heavily encumbered by things that everyone else ignores. And they toss their emotions around like big bombs. Perhaps Monet did this as well, in a previous slice of reality, but time has soothed her edges and experience is not something she ignores.

  • Monet11's avatar
    Monet11
    New Spectator
    2 years ago
    In an alternate slice of reality...

    The Lake
    Prologue
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    Spoiler

    Dig in the dirt, in the dirt, dirt, dirt.
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    Dig in the cold hard dirt.
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    Dig in the dirt,
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    in the dirt dirt dirt.
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    Dig in the cold hard dirt.
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  • Monet11's avatar
    Monet11
    New Spectator
    2 years ago
    mmmm... me thinks one of the realities is going to be needing a name.

    Edited:
    Settled on The Lake. Maybe it will last longer than a hot minute. Or maybe not, considering how many times I have changed it.
  • Monet11's avatar
    Monet11
    New Spectator
    2 years ago
    Where are the people of Mt. Komorebi? Where did they all go?
    I heard a rumor that some got away. And I certainly hope that is so.

    Spoiler
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    Where are the people of Mt. Komorebi? Where did they all go?
    I heard a hero is on the way. And I certainly hope that is so.


    @SweetieWright_84
  • Monet11's avatar
    Monet11
    New Spectator
    2 years ago
    Edited to add: Well, I triggered the censor feature. That's a new one for me. ?
    Tame. It was so tame. ?


    The Lake

    She stayed in the water anyway because, well, she can be that kind of girl. Never give up but always give in, like a fallow army defeated by war. The breath of her mouth has now turned quite cold and the trees now all silent stand. Where is this place? What is this lake?
    What is this uneasiness gnawing at the base of her neck?

    Spoiler
    What does it take to turn a great tide?
    When there is no joy in the shadows and no sadness in the bones. No warmth in the sunlight and no happiness in the bones.
    When everything is the blur of same color.
    And life goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on.

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    The lake has eaten many a man, but some men overcome and be free.
    Some men will drink water but some men eat fire.

    He slipped into the water anyway, because, well, he is just that kind of man
    who moves like a flame at the base of the neck and who eats with his teeth at the base of the neck.
    Because love always consumes. Love is a fire that consumes.

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    He slipped into the water because he's a man.
    And the lake could not claim him.
    The lake could not take him.
    The lake could not stop him.
    He was an army bred for war.
    He could breathe out fire and boil the lake.
    He could spit out cold and then shatter the ice.
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    What then is a woman to do?
    Some women are brave. Some women are fools.
    Some women are chained to the bottom of the lake.
    And those chains go on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
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    And those women run.
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    You let her go.
    You are a coward.
    You are a weakling.
    You are piteous flesh.
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    I am not moved by your wide mouth nor your muddy shores.
    And I am not yours to command. I know what I am doing. And I am doing what needs to be done.
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    I am hungry for more than fish.
    I know she will never remember, and I know you will never forget.
    I will spread out like a wild contagion, and I will have you in my belly again.
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    If I die again, I die again. I am not afraid.
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  • Monet11's avatar
    Monet11
    New Spectator
    2 years ago
    The Lake

    Interlude

    Some lakes behave and lie still in the woods.
    Some lakes diminish in time.
    Some lakes behave and lie still in the wound.
    Some lakes diminish in time.

    But some lakes are greedy and learn to grow mouths.
    Spilling over.
    Bleeding on the flowers and the grass
    and the weeds and the reeds.

    Some lakes are greedy and learn to grow teeth,
    gathering rocks into a great army ready for war.

    Some lakes open wide,
    devouring time
    spilling and growing and stretching and learning
    until a river is born.

    And all the roads become muddy.

    All the roads become muddled and torn.

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