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10 years ago

Dim Sims ISBI 7/28

I wanted to start my own ISBI story since they're really crazy and FUNNY!

Thank you to @Lynnwood for posting this for Sims 4. I'm following her rules HERE, although not sure if I'm going to score points. I like the idea of the play. I've never been one to count points.

This will be told in the ISBI style because the sims are just so plumming funny, you have to comment on them and interact with your TH.

So...without further ado, let's get started!

Here are the chapters for those who like to read without interruption. Chapter 1 is underneath the Table of Contents:

Here are the chapters:

***Chapters***

Gen ONE

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter 1.1

Divan Rex is your typical gifted sim with the typical dramatic past. Raised by his doctor (and philandering) father, Duke Rex in Oasis Springs, Divan was plopped in a boarding school and left to his own devices.

As dashingly handsome as his father, and gifted, he gravitated toward the ladies (or did they gravitate to him?) Happy go lucky with an adventurous spirit, Divan didn't let his home life get him down (because he had no idea what had happened to his mother. She could have been one out of five women, but his father would never tell him who she was.) He met a beautiful girl his senior year, Kaila Cooper, and ran away with her before they graduated. Afterwards, he earned his pilot's license and flew around the world. The two lovebirds were going to get married, but Divan couldn't keep the ladies from sticking to him like flies on stink, so he gave in to these temptations and lost Kaila forever. He wishes he could get her back, but knows it is hopeless.

So, he decided to move out of town, away from bad memories and start fresh in Newcrest.

Running downtown, Divan whistles to himself as he jogs up the street. He feels he has everything. Well, almost everything. Um, well, he actually doesn’t have anything except all the skills in the world, 30 changes of clothes, and a green needs meter. That’s all a sim wants...right?

(I think you need a home, Divan. And a job. Let’s work on that, please, because once you get a family...it’s going to be hard to watch.)

“Okay, Person-who-I-can’t-see-but-stalkerly-knows-everything-about-me-and-I-can-hear-every-word-inside-my-head,” Divan whispers, loudly. “I get it. I’m not plum. Just let me think...” he ponders, rubbing the cute adorable stubble on his chin. Raising his finger in the air, he shouts, “I’ve got it! I’m a genius, so I think I should become a scientist.”

(Good idea! Then I won’t have to watch your family pee themselves all day! Wee!)

“What family?” he asks, shrugging.

(NVM...)

So with $20,000 simoleons burning a large sized hole in his sims sized pocket, he finds a starter home just for an astronaut...I mean scientist. Yeah. (Shh...don’t tell him it looks like a giant rocketship from above. He’ll never know!)

Divan settles onto his couch and turns on the t.v. “I’m so smart for picking out this sci fi place,” Divan says to no one in particular since he is very alone.

(Does that ring a bell for you, Divan? Alone? You need a partner! A new love!
And you can’t do it sitting here admiring your new, very small place.)

“But I love it here...let me just play a few video games at least.”

(Urgh! Sims...they cannot NOT play on the computer. You take them to a new place and look away for even a second and wham! They’re on the computer in the basement.)

(Fifteen sim hours later...)

(Okay, flyboy, it’s time to go to the park to meet someone! And I have a leetle surprise for you!)

“Fine,” Divan says, rising up from the computer. “But this place better have a total immersion, 3D gaming system or you’re going to see orange.”

(It’s a park. P A R K! It has birds and trees and a few chess sets.)

***Divan glares***

(Okay, I’ll make sure it has some interesting stuff in it. Now go!)
When he arrives, the poor boy is red hot hungry, so he eats from one of the buffets in the park that miraculously has a whole plethora of his favorite dishes all steamy hot for him and ready to eat.

“Mmm...almond macaroons...” Crunch, crunch...

Time is ticking down and the sim I want him to meet is about to leave!

So, he finally decides to go upstairs to the dance floor and get his groove on.

(I’m wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans, hoping things go well!)

Once he arrives, he stammers, “Wh-Wha...What the...is that really YOU?”

(Yep. None other than Kaila Cooper in the pixels. Your old flame. Now let’s see if you can grovel long and hard enough to win her over, Divan!)

“Yes, it’s me, Divan. Hi, “ Kaila says with a smile. “How’ve you been?”

Unfortunately, Kaila is too nice to him and Divan decides to put on the cheese...I mean...charm. “Well, I’m doing great. I’m a scientist, you know. And I live in the most amazing place. You should stop by. We could talk about...old times.” He arches one eyebrow and puts on his best smoldering look.

Without thinking (because that’s what you’d hope from the hero of your story), he blasts rose petals at her, hoping to use his enchantments and magically erase all the heartache and treachery he’s put her through while they lived together almost eight years ago.

And it works!

Divan’s eyes widen in disbelief. So he asks her out.

“You wouldn’t want to go out with me to the Fairy Temple tomorrow night, would you?”

She smirks. “Not even if a Sixamian pointed a freeze ray at me and threatened to turn me blue.”

(Ugh. ***smacks head***)

Poor dejected Divan goes downstairs, almost mortified and definitely embarrassed.

“Uh...Creator? What IS all this crap?”

(Never you mind what it is. Just gather up the fruits and sell them if you want to live in more than a tiny spacecraft all your life.)

“Spacecraft?”

(Just do it!)

Unfortunately, instead of working like I asked, he finds the gaming system in the back of the park and plays R.E.F.U.G.E.

And I must say, he looks plum good doing it.

(OMG...what is happening to that poor lady behind you, Divan? She’s about to catch on fire!!)

“Can’t stop. Zombies attacking.”

(Luckily for your conscience, she blew herself out. Good night, Divan.)

But he didn’t hear me.

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Julyvee94
10 years ago
Hahaha this is fun ^^ I love ISBI s :)
androgynousoul
New Spectator
10 years ago
@pammiechick Hahaha! It's funny! I love your crazy scientist and your story :D <3 Maybe I'll try this challenge myself, but I don't know when... I'd like also try Build Newcrest challenge and Legacy challenge, so it's really hard to say when I'll do that :/

@sabreene I don't think it's a rule that you need to start with a guy. Personally I like to play more with male characters than with female and write about male characters too, it's just closer to my nature and to me, so I already know my starter will be also a guy, if I'll start this challenge :)
pammiechick
Seasoned Newcomer
10 years ago
@sabreene Yeah, I don't think it's a rule. It's coincidence that I used Divan. I think I chose him because he's easy to make fun of because he's such a womanizer. And what is going to happen to his family is kind of funny. All ISBI's are hilarious because these poor sims don't know how to take care of themselves very well. That's the point, I guess. If I'd used Kaila, I'd feel more sorry for her as the TH.

@roseinblack69 So glad you like it! It's a big change from what I usually do, but I find it easier to play. Usually I play a legacy for fun but that got boring, so this had some different action to it I find intriguing when I just want to play and not "stage" like I have to do with my other stories. I'm more of a director in those. It's great fun! I'd love to try the Build Newcrest challenge, but that will dictate a true storyline and there's another challenge I'd like to do instead--the I'm a Lover challenge. That has a storyline made within the challenge! That is definitely next on my list. I'd have to end one of my other challenges, though.

Thank you so much for reading!!! <3
pammiechick
Seasoned Newcomer
10 years ago
"@ThePlumbob;14262747" wrote:
This is so funny! Divan is adorable, no womder the ladies are into him :D

To advocate the BuildNewcrest challenge, I find that I've been able to inject plenty of storylines into it within the scope of the challenge :) In fact, you have a lot of free reign because you get to decide on their third trait and their aspiration. Sure, there's the generational task you need to complete, but if you found it really restrictive you could just swap out generations and do them in a different order as needed - I've thought of that a fair amount, but so far the tasks have been working well for the particular heirs.

Ohh...you're sooo tempting! I am a builder, too--even have my own building competition. It IS on my list. And I adore all the Newcrest stories. So, you don't stage your storylines? I stage ALL of the Tribe Wahine and Harry Horrid storylines. I think of plot then stage. With this, I follow these silly sims along and see what kind of messes they get into themselves, so it frees me up. If I ever stop my building challenge, I'll do the Newcrest challenge. That might happen at the end of this year. :)

@roseinblack69 Would love to see whatever you choose next! That's what I did with ISBI. Been following them for a while and now I'm at a point where I could squeeze it into my play schedule.
ThePlumbobBlog
10 years ago
@roseinblack69 Give it a go! It definitely helps improve building skills :)

@pammiechick Funnily enough I don't consider myself a builder at all - I can do it, but I don't really enjoy it as much. A part of the reason why I started this challenge is because I wanted to force myself to do more building.

I'd say 80% of what happens in my story is just authentic gameplay and 20% might be staged to some degree, maybe even less. And even those staged bits are based on the characters' personalities, it keeps things fun for me. I like to let my characters determine the story and then make up the reasons later. But I always admire people who come up with their entire storylines and stage it all, it must take a great deal of creativity and discipline at the same time.
androgynousoul
New Spectator
10 years ago
@ThePlumbob I'll try it one day :)

You know I have storyline only for my amazons story, but I started to write this story without any storyline, ideas for my amazons came much later. As I love history very much I started to write about amazons like historical story and I really like it. But I write totally different my other two stories. I guess it's more similar to your style, @ThePlumbob... :) But I feel how storyline comes there, especially when you start feel your every character... It's really great feeling :)
pammiechick
Seasoned Newcomer
10 years ago
@roseinblack69 There is a thread for writer's to share their craft. Here it is: The Writer's Lounge
pammiechick
Seasoned Newcomer
10 years ago
Chapter 1.2

Divan’s first day at work is going well. He’s already made friends with the robot, Krod.

And just like that, he gets a promotion!

(Way to go, Divan!)

He shines his fingernails on his jacket. “I AM a genius, you know.”

(Yeah, and humble, I can see. But you still have another job to do that you AREN’T doing well at.)

“Aw, do you have to bring up Kaila again? You’re like a broken, annoying record.” He puts his fingers in his ears. “I wish I could pull you out of here.”

(Stop trying. You’ll never get rid of me. Well, I take that back. Once you have a kid and they grow up to YA, THEN you can get rid of me.)

Divan’s eyes pop like a blowfish. “REALLY? Well, what are you waiting for? Transport me to the nearest park and let me get my smolder going.”

(Sigh...)

(Oh! DIVAN! There’s several girls outside your house. GO!)

He scrambles outside, stops, preens his hair then sets his smolder.

(Ugh.)

“Hi,” he says in a sultry voice to the beautiful blonde woman in pink. “Are you spying on me?”

She bats her eyelashes and says, “I’m not, but should I be? You do look like you’re up to no good.”

(Yeah, it’s cheesy, but hey, he’s reeling her in like a pro bass fisherman! Keep it up, Divan!)

But then the girl does the potty dance. Huh boy.

(Divan, you better let her go to the bathroom...)

“Not now, Creator,” Divan says, “Go away! I’ve got this.”

“Got whom?” the girl asks.

“Uh, um,” Divan stammers. Then wham! He blasts rose petals at her.

***smacks head*** (When will that boy learn?)

“You, my little chickadee,” Divan says in a husky voice, reaching for her.

Her lip curls up like she smells a dead rat. “Ew, no. What ARE you doing?”

She slaps him and storms away.

He pats his burning cheek. “That didn’t go so well.”

(That, my plummy little boy, is an understatement. Now will you listen to me and stop it with that enchantment thing? The spell only lasts for two seconds and then they come to their senses.)

“Oh...all right. So, what should I do now?” Divan asks, wiping his sunglasses. I have no idea why since the sun is going down.

(I have a plan. Go to the Fairy Temple. There you can play the piano. You know girls love musicians. Maybe you’ll be like the Pied Piper and they’ll get all mesmerized by your talent. That might conceal...er...your weaknesses.)

“Weaknesses? That hurts.” But he listens and walks to the Temple. It’s a wonderful nightclub with every amenity—perfect for romance!

Divan finds the piano and tickles the ivories like a master. I could listen to him all day!

He smiles wickedly and says, “I heard that.”

(Shut up and play. I think someone is coming!)

Looking around, Divan sees no one and continues to play a rhapsody. As the sun sets, the items around him glow.

(Divan, although this is really nice, no one is coming. You better get downstairs. That’s where everyone is.)

So Divan settles himself at a table looking awkwardly alone until the girl in pink suddenly walks up.

“Her name is Vicki, Creator, not the-girl-in-pink.” He rolls his eyes.

(How do you know?)

“Because I watched the stars with her. You just didn’t show it because you wanted me to look bad. I thought Creators were supposed to be perfect.”

(That’s THE Creator. I’m not the One and Only. He’s perfect. I’m just a lowly, simple...oh forget it. Just deal, okay?)

“Hi, Vicki,” Divan says, feeling a little embarrassed about how things went earlier.

“Hey, Divan,” she says, smiling sheepishly. “Just wanted to let you know that I’m married, so no hard feelings about...um...what happened. Okay?”

“Uh, yeah, sure...” Divan glares up at me. “Married? You could have told me!”

(What? I didn’t know! You think I know everything? I’m not omniscient. I can’t read into every townies’ relationship panel. Sorry, dude! You’re on your own half the time here.)

Frustrated, Divan saunters up the stairs back to the piano and plays by himself until his energy meter turns red and I force him to go home.

He struck out again! And his adult birthday is only days away.
pammiechick
Seasoned Newcomer
10 years ago
"@roseinblack69;14266600" wrote:
Aww... Poor Divan :( But he is too cute to be alone, are you blind all, ladies? :/

I know! It took FOREVER! But...he does eventually succeed. It's not pretty, but it happens--in the next update! :smiley:
pammiechick
Seasoned Newcomer
10 years ago
Chapter 1.3

The next day, Divan goes to another bar, determined to find a wife. Or at least someone who wouldn’t slap his face, throw drinks at him, or treat him like he smelled like a wet dog who’d just got into a fight with a skunk.

(I snap my fingers at him. There’s the PERFECT girl! Out back. Quick! She might get away.)

Divan rushes outside, only to find Kaila staring at the pool, looking like she was deciding whether to go in her clothes or not.

He wrinkles his nose. “Really? Kaila? She won’t even speak to me.”

(I think she’ll change her mind. Just be a little more subtle. Gentle is the key here.)

He shrugs then goes over to Kaila and says, “So...where were we? Oh yes, your place or mine?” He wiggles his eyebrows and leans in for a kiss.

Instantly, she shoots her hand out, disgusted.

***facepalm***

(Okay, this calls for drastic measures because Divan is obviously a few fries short of a Happy Meal. Oy. So, I plant some love lamps around, setting the mood. I don’t care if it’s against some sort of rule. He needs help!)

And what do you know? Kaila lets him smack a sloppy kiss on her even though her eyes pop almost outside of her head in shock.

But he’s not finished. He moves in, drawing her close to him and it’s like all the memories of treachery and pain vanish with the flutter of his beautiful eyelashes. She is his.

They kiss for so long, Divan starts thinking about improving his manly looks.

(Okay, okay...you’ve got her, Divan. Now don’t waste anymore time. Her meter is at high octane PINK. Ask her to marry you!)

He doesn’t even protest (which is a first, I might add). Pulling her into the bar (I guess so he can have a few witnesses so she can’t back out when the love lamps’ effects are gone,) he drops on one knee.

“Sweet cheeks, would you be my cuddle muffin, forever and ever and let me be the daddy of your sweet daughter so I can get on with this...er...whatever it is?” He glances at me, rolling his eyes for a second, and then slaps on a sweet smile for Kaila.

She puts on the diamond ring and says, “Of course, Snuggie woogems, I will. By the way, YOU are the true deadbeat father of my daughter. And if you EVER stray again, I will cut off your tinkle bits and feed them to you for supper.” She flashes a fierce grin and bats her eyelashes.

“Yipes!” he whines in his head at me all the while smiling like this is the best day of his life.

(Weeell, this is getting off to a wondrous start, I must say!)

Divan decides not to waste another minute (especially because if he remains single for much longer, he knows he’s more prone to wander off the faithful path), so they plan their wedding.

Kaila looks lovely in a black dress (I hope that’s not an omen to come) and Divan is dashing as always in a tux.

And then the moment we’ve all been waiting for happens! The nuptials.

“Kaila, thank you for putting up with my antics and giving this another shot. I promise to guide you to food, help you with laundry, and feed the babies in the middle of the night even without you asking.”

(He doesn’t even realize how true that will be!)

“And I promise, “ Kaila coos, “to...well, to survive as your wife and the mother of your many children.” She gives him the ring and Divan’s heart swells because he truly loves her and knows she’s been the only one he’s ever truly wanted ever since high school.

He gives her a sweet peck on the cheek and promises her more later.

(Aww...)

Instead of a honeymoon, the two instant parents (well, instant for Divan, who had no idea he was a father already) went home and ate supper that Divan fixed. His daughter, Brianna, looked very much like him.

“I like this mystery meat, Daddy,” Brianna says, stuffing her mouth.

“So glad you’re eating without me having to call you to supper!” Divan says, still not understanding how truly wonderful this is!

Brianna picks up the dirty dishes and puts them into the dishwasher.

(I love this child!)

So without any dishes to clean, the two honeymooners quickly retire for the night.

And whip up enough sparks and feathers and dust to almost set the bedroom on fire.

(Whoa, Divan! Way to make your wife happy!)

As the two were making babies, Brianna aged up surprisingly!

She inherited her father’s active trait, so that means she’ll clean the house and stay in shape. I decided to make her a gym in the basement to help encourage fitness. Maybe someone will use it!

I couldn’t believe how much she looked like her mom.

So, I redecorated her room (and yes, with the money Kaila brought in, I moved them to a bigger house.)

Kaila uses the bathroom and discovers some wonderful news!

Celebrating the only way Divan knows how, he whispers in her ear, "Does my Yummy Gummy want her Chef of Love?"

(Okay...TMI, people...)

The next day, it was back to the grindstone for Divan, but he likes his work and didn’t mind.

Unfortunately, his late night baby making made him fail miserably. So glad I’m not counting points. We haven’t even been a fam for one whole day and the TH is failing!

***slams head on desk***