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…
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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, https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/52999128665_e4be59820f_z.jpg and silks, https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/52998159742_1d742d2a15_z.jpg and a radiance that shamed even the sun. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/52998907454_9585240fa4_z.jpg 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?
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.
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.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032464941_fd7f17470d_z.jpg 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. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53031881592_d7b1ee65c4_z.jpg
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. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032946043_b84aaf6feb_z.jpg And those women run. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53031900032_0701b071ab_z.jpg
You let her go. You are a coward. You are a weakling. You are piteous flesh. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032642844_31d72b463e.jpg 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. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032946078_98061349af_z.jpg
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. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032642844_31d72b463e.jpg
If I die again, I die again. I am not afraid. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032946078_98061349af_z.jpg
The hero was cautious. The hero took care. The machines, their shadows were long. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53033451167_2cfcc82291_z.jpg But the courage kicked in and he lived on the edge and the choice that he made was strong. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53034031646_dd0b42c2cf_z.jpg The machines spilled their plans of world domination. They had a deep lust to now feed. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53034425460_ba53e68419_z.jpg To stop us, they bragged, you'll have to take down the one who was chosen to lead. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53034031601_959b2f8206_z.jpg With great haste on his heels and warm from his drink, the hero did don his disguise. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53034031576_331d483c1f_z.jpg He went straight to the leader to pull the great plug, much to the leader's surprise. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53033453152_463db1eae2_z.jpg The battle was long. The battle was chilling. The battle was nearly lost. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53034425200_b4b1ef5bab_z.jpg Yet heroics prevailed and the plug was pulled out. But oh, what a terrible cost! https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53033453027_a99367e617_z.jpg Whatever did happen to Ivy Doyle, who had a predilection for shaking? https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53034031421_813754ec53_z.jpg I heard a rumor that Nishidake made a deal he soured on making. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53034243609_caedb4c197_z.jpg
Where are the people of Mt. Komorebi? Where did they all go? I heard a rumor that some got away. And some were eaten by snow.
"Monet11;c-18287315" wrote: 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.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53031438042_acd8c67911_z.jpg https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032503528_2c5df1f96d_z.jpg https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032416270_7ce8278bb4_z.jpg https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032416485_3d6c92086a_z.jpg https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032197774_8d11a54e8b_z.jpg https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032503743_e128d5eaf4_z.jpg https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032021801_0fdeda205f_z.jpg https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032197824_bdf1d47fb9_z.jpg 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.
Night Of The Living Vending Machines. Delightfully ridiculous. ? What’s their rock-climbing skill like? Perhaps all the people of Mt. Komorebi ran for the hills, or in this case - the summit of Mt. Komorebi. In an alternate alternate slice of reality they might be cave dwellers now…
"Monet11;c-18287390" wrote: 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?
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.
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.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032464941_fd7f17470d_z.jpg 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. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53031881592_d7b1ee65c4_z.jpg
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. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032946043_b84aaf6feb_z.jpg And those women run. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53031900032_0701b071ab_z.jpg
You let her go. You are a coward. You are a weakling. You are piteous flesh. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032642844_31d72b463e.jpg 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. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032946078_98061349af_z.jpg
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. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032642844_31d72b463e.jpg
If I die again, I die again. I am not afraid. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032946078_98061349af_z.jpg
You triggered the censor feature* and that man triggered me. What a frightening human being. Or is he a Were Beast? Or is he a Lake Beast? …
"Simmingal;c-18287649" wrote: @CAPTAIN_NXR7 maybe he is a frog man
No. No. No.
In an alternate slice of reality, realMonet has ranidaphobia - a ludicrous, yet severe fear of frogs. This is a tragic disorder considering where she lives. This condition was the result of a highly traumatic incident involving an evil, evil, evil boy - did I tell you he was evil? - and a massive, face-covering-sized, slimy-wet, straight from the swamp, bullfrog. The condition was further exacerbated by an incident involving a highly determined and intelligent frog which traveled up 3 flights of stairs, ignoring all other open doors and sizable rooms, in order to jump into realMonet's bed in the middle of the night, while she was doing nothing but lying still. realMonet's mother insisted it was a prince and should have been kissed. realMonet was not amused.
It should be noted that realMonet is also currently single and has accrued a large collection of fairytales and folklore. They have not answered any of her questions.
Night Of The Living Vending Machines. Delightfully ridiculous. ? What’s their rock-climbing skill like? Perhaps all the people of Mt. Komorebi ran for the hills, or in this case - the summit of Mt. Komorebi. In an alternate alternate slice of reality they might be cave dwellers now…
There is a little show I have seen, that features some villainous garbage cans with plungers, which are hades-bent on taking over the universe. No one thought they could climb stairs until they saw it with the own eyes in a 2005 episode entitled "Dalek". And they did it by saying one simple word: El-e-vate. The vending machines have their own heroes.
This same little show featured some killer snowmen, created from psychic snow, several years later. I made a silly reference to it with the final screenshot and final lines of the story. It amused me greatly.
"Monet11;c-18287390" wrote: 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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
And those women run.
You let her go. You are a coward. You are a weakling. You are piteous flesh.
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.
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.
If I die again, I die again. I am not afraid.
You triggered the censor feature* and that man triggered me. What a frightening human being. Or is he a Were Beast? Or is he a Lake Beast? …
My curiosity got the better of me. What triggered it? ?
PossibleBig olePotentially crazy train rant incoming: Just skip that 3rd spoiler to be safe.
I was in a particular frame of mind and wrote "li c ks like a flame at the base of the neck", because that is what fire does. And to be honest, sometimes men do that too.* And I mean they do that on multiple different levels. Physically, mentally, intellectually, emotionally.** It was a perfect and evocative word. It never even crossed my mind that it wouldn't be acceptable.***
Perfectly acceptable behavior, in my opinion, when shared by two people who have agreed to said behavior.
Um, yeah, maybe this is borderline, not really interesting, stuff here. Probably TMI. Probably not worth the time to read. Could possibly be triggering to beta fish. But triggerfish are probably going to be ok. Shepherdesses are going to be mad though. **
Generally speaking; my life experience only; on an alpha level only; and I am weary of listening to little betas bleat like little sheep while they wait for some super-empowered shepherdess to tell them when and where they can eat, drink, lay down, and go poop. Not that little sheep don't need that. I am just tired of little sheep. And I am tired of super-empowered shepherdesses who enjoy feeding pablum to mal-nourished sheep because it gives the shepherdesses a sense of power.
Yeah, uh, just skip this one. It's late. Probably just indigestion. Don't waste your time. Really. So much more than you bargained for, or really even care about. I've not slept well for the last 3 days. Oops. Sorry. TMI. No really. TMI. Also, it's really hot here, and it's made me cranky. You don't want to know this. Again TMI. ***
The reason it is unacceptable is because grown-up children cannot be trusted to handle being grown-ups. And I am not talking about the moderators or the forum itself, or the bulk of the grown-ups who are here. I am talking about the small group of users, spread throughout internetdom, who are mindless in their pursuit of the banality of vulgarity.
It irritates the poop out of me that so much is distilled down to the base obsession with These physical activities are rated T for teen. Oh, and by the way, we don't want any scintilla of attachment to any emotion, or any mental engagement, or any intellectual thought about any of These physical activities are rated T for teen. No, we want our mindless, and dare I say it, boring, These physical activities are rated T for teen. Not that These physical activities are rated T for teen are boring in and of themselves. But stripped of the emotion, engagement, and intellectual communion that grown-ups appreciate, they are actually, in fact, boring. Boring. Dull. Don't waste my time. Regardless of what anyone else thinks, this is my red mountain, and I will in fact, die on it.
You read that 3rd spoiler, didn't you? I warned you. Indigestion. I am sure of it.
Or maybe the frogs used for the censor feature triggered me.
I was in a particular frame of mind and wrote "li c ks like a flame at the base of the neck", because that is what fire does. And to be honest, sometimes men do that too.*
Frogs do have long tongue great for the activity described are you sure he wasn't frog man looking for a kiss :sunglasses:
it does seem that there might also be evil evil man in that lake with her in that slice of reality
okay sorry I will stop traumatizing you fortunately I live in place where frogs don't follow you 3 flights of stairs and are rather moderately sized
although I do symphatize with the fact that creatures one finds scary have odd way of showing up in your bed for me I am scared to death of spiders but they have bad habit of running across my bed and showing up in front of my face
one good thing is i also don't live in area that has huge spiders idk even what i would do if I did probably perish
You sound like a psychologist. " Just kiss the frog. You will no longer be afraid. He is a good kisser. Expert level. Just kiss the frog."
"Simmingal;c-18287772" wrote:
although I do symphatize with the fact that creatures one finds scary have odd way of showing up in your bed
I find no error at all in this observation. B) I had a cat that used to bring all kinds of special dead gifts to show her great love for me. But she never brought spiders, and I am grateful for that.
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.
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.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032464941_fd7f17470d_z.jpg 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. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53031881592_d7b1ee65c4_z.jpg
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. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032946043_b84aaf6feb_z.jpg And those women run. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53031900032_0701b071ab_z.jpg
You let her go. You are a coward. You are a weakling. You are piteous flesh. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032642844_31d72b463e.jpg 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. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032946078_98061349af_z.jpg
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. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032642844_31d72b463e.jpg
If I die again, I die again. I am not afraid. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032946078_98061349af_z.jpg
Cool! :) Well done :)
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