Runaway Teen Challenge [Updated 03/10/19]

"Rainydayz179;13290376" wrote:
@Badmagic Great job with the park. What a cool idea. Good luck choosing who lives, lol. Yes you are allowed the loves the outdoors trait. One trait that is beneficial. So you couldn't take the loner trait as well for example. Any more questions just ask!

Thanks very much for the kind comment @Rainydayz179

I went ahead and just started today properly with v1.1 of the lot and it seems to work fine.

I was intending to chronicle it in screenshots, but, after playing for just over an hour today I really don't think I'll manage that, stopping to enter 'headlineeffects on/off' every few seconds kind of killed my enjoyment a little, (read as a lot).

That said, I did do it today so figured I'd try to share what I have, the first 24 hours, due to forum oddities with approval that never arrives I'll edit the section with image thumb links in immediately following this post below this text, a reminder, yes they are tiny, click them to load the full image, I felt the smaller clicky is better so people won't have to load a bunch of images if they don't want to.

edit~ Originally I didn't intent to include Morag's demise as it's a runaway and she was a tool to place Anthony but... well... I got clicky happy so...

Meet Morag Young, a vile woman, mean, evil and hates children.



Morag's son Anthony, a slightly simple lad, with a love for the outdoors but a nasty habit of being clumsy and unsure of himself.



Just about to launch into another one of her incessant tirades a funny look spreads across Morag's face, her complexion pallid, her eyes suddenly dull, un focused.



Clutching her stomach, contorting in pain, I guess burritos for breakfast wasn't a great idea after all.



A visitor approaches, a friend to all in the end, the last friend any of us will ever have.



Woops, says here you were due to go in an unfortunate scuba diving incident 40 years ago?! Oh well, better late than never.



No, you can also get them finished in a lovely shade of puce, not tacky at all, works wonderfully with a water feature I find.



I don't mean to be rude but, I kinda, well, need to get on, I have this challenge to start and, its already 11 am, you see and, please don't misunderstand but, if you could see yourself out, no, I don't have a door but, yes, thanks, talk to you later death.



Morag always hated her son, but she was all he had, all he knew so, he was gripped in a deep depression, ambling, almost stumbling down the road he wandered into the nearby park drawn by the sounds of children's laughter, seeing their joy he wanted to join them, put his own feelings aside and make them smile.

Unfortunately, the poor kid he first decided to say hey too got the fright of her life.



Soon he made good friends with the girl whose name was Martina however and all was forgiven. The same could not be said for the young boy Alexander who was markedly less impressed with Anthony's attempts to entertain.



Feeling a little dejected but happy in his new found friend he spotted his change, a couple of ladies sharing lunch at a nearby bench had just cleared away their plastic cups and half eaten lunch but left the platter, not having eaten since the morning Anthony realised he was ravenous and cautiously made his way to the bench, he did draw a little attention from one of the ladies, maybe it was Martina's mum, he didn't know but grabbed a plate loaded down with two servings and headed for a nearby bench a little away from the chaos of the playground without incident.



It was early evening by the time Anthony was finished with his meal, stuffed to bursting he used the restroom then on coming out realised it was getting kind of late, he wondered where the day went, all the kids were at home, probably in their beds, their parents, sitting in front of glowing TV's, the park, empty, making him reflect on his situation, not really knowing where to go, where else he could go, he started to make his way back to the old park, he knew nobody ever went their anymore, not since the incident so he would be safe, left alone and if a storm started he could use the old shed, at least try to get out of the cutting winds.

Again, deep in his own thoughts, almost stumbling down the road at a snail's pace, quickly and quietly crossing the street when he saw a young woman walking towards him from further down the street, he didn't want to speak to anyone, didn't want unnecessary questions when he walked right into a young girl, about his age, she could see he was in distress and she tried to reassure him, she even managed to coax a wry smile and giggle from him.



Late now, he doesn't have a watch anymore, but it must have been past midnight, as much as he wanted the company, he was falling asleep on his feet, he did ask the new girls name, it was Helena, as a bit of a perfectionist she seemed to be telling him he needed to go and get some sleep so taking her advice, he thanked her with a friendly hug and they made for opposite directions.



Finally, making his way back to the park, by the time he got there he was almost dead on his feet, sprawling on the bench and pulling his sweatshirt around him for warmth, he fell into a deep sleep.



It was a restless night, waking every few hours, not sure if it was bad dreams, bad memories or the bad back he was beginning to get from the stiff cold bench. Eventually, rested but still tired, he begrudgingly swung his feet off the bench and onto the grass, he was cold, frozen solid, stiff, hungry.



Yesterday he made some new friends, as much as he needs friends it was not a productive day, he needs to change that, he needs to think differently, make some priorities.

Not exactly the most appetising breakfast but... beggars cant be choosers.



ok... ok... they are hotdogs not fish that he bought from the sale of the fish, shhhh!



After breakfast he really needed the loo bad, the closest being across town, it was the longest 500 yards/2 hour long waddle of his entire life, on the bright side he did notice some mushrooms on the grass verge on his way back, adding them to the apple he managed to find while fishing he started a self sufficiency program, it will take time but, every little helps.



Now something around here is starting to smell and it's not the hot-fish-dogs he had for breakfast coming back to haunt him, off to the gym this afternoon I think.

Anyway, sorry of that all was boring, I've not really participated in this stuff before so... Looking forward to continuing his life anyway and thanks again to @Rainydayz179 for suggesting the game play.