Far away from Eden - Ep.5.1 : Deities & Demigods
Ep 5.1 of my apocalegacy: Strange Lots, weird Religions and Simselfs taking over-you've been warned!
Family Name: Simself (Proto)
Lot Name: Petit Chateau
Categories: Komödie,Lebensgeschichten der Sims,Satire

: Personal Log, Entry 001, Star Date...
Huh, what am I writing here? :
Let's start new: Dear Readers, I guess at
this point Creator would normally greet
you with: 'Hello and Welcome to my
Legacy with all kind of handicaps and
restrictions etc. etc. pp.'... instead, it's my
duty to bring you the sad message, that
this won't happen, because... Creator is
missing...
and No, my Mom is not responsible for
this...

But perhaps I should introduce myself
first: my Name is Alexandré Eden, Spare
and oldest Son of Anais Eden, the
Founder of this... Vampogacy or however
it is called. Vampogacy because our
Neighborhood was overrun by evil
vampires, setting it into an apocalyptical
state, not to forget that they were able to
make our neighborhood a new Ice Age
with some sinister technology...
Nonetheless, my Mom - daughter of the
Tree Spirit of the Appletree in the garden
Eden and a Killer Robot from the future
(don't tell me how crazy this sounds, I'm
just writing down the facts...), despite
already becoming a vampire herself,
decided to battle the evil vampires under
the lead of the Count and bring back peace
to the neighborhood, guided (or should I
say mistreated?) by Creator, or
Stringpuller, or however you want...
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For more Information, or how we ended
up in our current state, use Creators
references in his earlier notes.

As I already said, Creator has been
missing for some time now, the last
recorded... transmission (mostly it's his
voice out of nowhere, gives you a bit a
feeling of schizophrenia...) was a few
weeks ago:
- HEEEELLLOOOHOOO, ANAIS *Big
Grin* -
"... What? "
- I HAVE SOMETHING FOR
YOUUU! -
" Another restriction? More
handicaps? Or another horror I can't
even begin to think of ?"
- WROOOHOOONG! LOOK UNDER
YOUR HOUUUHOOUUUSE....! -

- IT'S YOOOUUR
CAAAAAHAARRRR! -
"..."
- You know, I've somehow expected a
more happy reaction, now that the
new rulings allow Cars outside ... but
nevermind .... soooo, don't you want
to know, what happened, after you
car had been... 'stolen'? *wink*wink* -
" Oh great, another story fit-in....
*ahem* I guess, evil alien vampires
from the future stole it, but then it
transformed into a big-@$$-Robot,
smashed them to pieces, defeated
their evil Queen, became king, but
was bored then and decided to come
home, right?"
- This is... WOW! How did you
know?? -
" *Groan*..."

... and this was the last time, we heard
something from him... Mom and Dad
didn't seem to mind, but I have to confess,
I was a bit worried... Of course, he IS
annoying, stupid and does not care about
privacy, but I grew up in his continous
presence, and now... somehow... I miss
him. That's why I started a research to
find traces what could've been happened
to him... still, traces are vague, and most
information I could gather, are from
rather... strange... people...
Here is what I've found out so far:

- somewhere in the past -
" Hello, and welcome, my dear... "

"... Simselfs! I'm glad so many of you
could make it and come to my little
casa, especially the ones that are still
busy with their own legacies. As you
can see, I tried to invite everyone who
ever tried, runs or already finished an
apocalypse challenge. Sadly, in some
cases I wasn't able to get a Simself due
to nonexistence or being culled at that
time or I simply forgot (sorry), but I
promise, if somebody wants to be part
of this story, s/he is welcomed as
well, including non-apocalypse
writers! "

" And now, in case, you don't already
know each other, let me introduce you
to each other:
(from right to left):
* Supersinger88 aka kiwi2340 - writes
the 'Apocalypse Devastation' AC
(sorry, Sims2Sisters closed their site,
couldn't get your hairmesh.)
* Giggy6004 aka Jak - wrote the
'Automobile Apocalypse Challenge'
AC
* BlaqHawk aka Blaq797- writes the
'Beginning of an end of the Apoc' AC
(sorry, couldn't resist to get you in this
dress :)
* Tacy00P - wrote the 'A very short
apocalypse story' AC
* SoulAngel980 - wrote 'The big
firestorm apocalypse' AC
* Arakhor - writes 'The Turner
Apocalypse Challenge' AC
* Maxibuckle aka LaShonda - wrote
the 'Fancy Apocalypse' AC, writes the
'Smarter Apocalypse' AC (sorry,
thought the Cheese Deity dress was
meant as a joke ;)
* MichelleFobbs aka Michael Fobbs-
writes 'A Planetary Apocalypse!'AC
* EphemeralToast - wrote the
'Apocalypse A-Go-Go' AC and created
Uranium, probably most-well known
Apocalypse Character, starring also in
the Uranium Bachelorette Challenge...

From right to left:
* PikaKyle - writes the 'Say Goodbye,
Sims!' AC
* Robinoli aka omygrobinnn - wrote
the 'Apocalypse a la Arduenna' AC
* HippiLayla86 - writes the 'Peters
Apocalypse' AC
* Thepiepers5 - wrote the 'Escape's
Destiny' AC
* DutchessAxel aka CarrJoshua1991-
wrote the 'My apocalypse legacy',
writes the 'Apogaypto' AC and the
'Exit Apocalypse' AC
* Rubbersushi aka the Cheese Deity -
writes the 'Apocalypse Now!' AC
(Fred&Norm 4eva! And: please,
please continue! pleeeease!!!)
* SnootCB - writes 'The
Apocachocolypse' AC
* Superdewk - writes the 'Apocalypse
of torture' AC, starting at Chapter 6 of
'The Kaloran Legacy'

(from right to left:)
*Briarose - writes the 'Hardee
Apocalypse' AC
*Cel aka celinou4c aka Moderator of
the Apocalypse Challenge Board at
boolprop.com - writes the 'At the Gate
of Baldur - an Apocalypse' AC
* CoolgirlCM - writes the 'teenager
apocalypse' AC
* Megmeg *Megan* aka
JesusLover31790 - writes 'The
Stephenson Apocalypse' AC
* DonDude aka Dndd2000P - writes
the 'Insomnia' - Apocalypse
- Again, sorry to anyone I forgot, but
I'm lazy...

" Okay, now that you all know each
other, just wait a moment, while I
summon the 'NPC and Townie Maker'
- there it is - so in a minute you can all
freely roam the neighborhood... "
" W-Wait! What do you mean: roam
the neighborhood? You want to make
us into townies?!"
"Yes, of course, you know, the
common procedure... "
" You want to make us into townies....
in an ice-aged, vampire-infested
neighborhood... "
"Umm...errh... well.... yes... is that a
problem?"

- a little later... -
"I HAVE TO SAY, I'M IMPRESSED!
DIDN'T EXPECT HIM TO LAST
THAT LONG AGAINST THEM...
WELL, AT LEAST I'VE GOT
FINALLY SOMETHING TO DO
HERE, NORMALLY THIS GUY
NEVER LETS ONE OF HIS SIMS
DIE... THOUGH IT'S SOMETIMES A
VACATION FROM ALL THOSE
OTHER LEGACIES... OH WELL,
SINCE HE'S DEAD, I GUESS THIS IS
THE EN..."
*Exit without saving*
"AWWW, MAN..."

- a little before 'a little later' now -
" Haha, of course not, I'm just
kidding... who would be so cruel and
let his guests suffer in an ice-aged,
vampire-infested neighborhood???
Nono, I've already solved this
problem and bought you a safe and
spacious place, where no evil vampire
will disturb you... Now, what do you
think of it, hm?"
" You know, I might be wrong, but... "

"... this looks like... "

"... a prison. "

" Ah, thank you for noticing that...yes,
it's a prison, but not a normal one. It's
in fact a featured, five-stars, former-
community Lot from the exchange -
sadly it doesn't exist anymore, but
their are still duplicates - made by
H3psibah, and one of my oldest
downloads ever!!!! "
"... a prison."
" Yes, well you wanted a safe place, so
I thought about buying a fortress or a
castle... but all of the castles in the
neighborhood are already occupied by
vampires... and with authority down
and stuff, the prison was a really
cheap offer... just had to throw the
remaining crooks out... not that
anyone of them wanted to stay... I
mean, who actually wants to live in a
prison anyway.... ehrr,... I mean..."

- *deadly silence* -
*Exit without...*

*..or not*
" *Groan*, hopefully, this was enough,
my fingers already hurt from all the
'motherlode' typing... that's torture for
a Fortune Sim like me, I feel like being
sucked out... somehow ironic, if you
think, that this is a vampogacy, and
no vampire there..."
" Did someone say vampire?"
" Oh no, please don't tell me, one of
you came over, because you want
more money for redecorating, I've
already gave you a millio..."

"YIKES!"

" HelloOo, Scuba boy... hey, is that a
snorkel in your pants or you're just
happy to see me?

" Uuh, Miss Uranium Apocalypse...
wow, what an honor, to have such a
celebrity in my house... ehrr,... so...
Miss Uranium, what gives me the
honor to welcome you as my... guest...
hopefully nothing evil, eheh...?"
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*For anyone, who doesn't know
Uranium, read EphemeralToasts
Apocalypse A-GO-GO or Uraniums
Bachelorette Challenge, than you
know her body count...

" Funny, that you mention it... well, I
got bored with my current evil master
plan and taking care of this brat
Aluminium at Candies Prettacy - not
that I care at all - so I read some of the
new apocalypse challenges and
stumbled over yours... rather stupid
and boring, I can tell... but this whole
'Evil Vampire Army'-Thing caught my
interest.... was once a Vampire myself
after all.... and the Leader is a lovesick
Count, who lusts for a greenskinned
girl? Sounds like an invitation for
dinner to me..."

"... Sooo, I thought, I pay you a short
visit to ask, if you would be so nice, to
give me full control over your
vampires, so I can use them for world
domination, or at least conquer a few
neighborhoods and legacies with
them.... you don't mind, of course?"
"Ehrrr... Miss Uranium... you know...
no offense, but... I don't think, I would
like that. See, I'm rather the guy, who
prefers happy ends and... "

" Wrong - Answer!... I thought, you'd
know me better, because the correct
answer would've been:
'Of course, oh mistress, please take
control over my neighborhood and
use and abuse it as you like, your
devoted slave begs you for it!'...
But okay, if you want it the hard way,
you get it the hard way, n'est-ce
pas, SubMarine Boy?"

"... Mommy.... "

... And this was so far everything, I could
gather over Creators absence... of course,
It took some time, to figure all of this out,
since I had to follow traces all over the
neighborhood, together with my little
Sister, near-certainly Matriarchy-Heiress
Amaryllis, who just had maxed the
ultimate control over her body - which
meant, she's now stronger than me,
*sigh*... oh, and her current boytoy,
Jonas...
"I'm not a boytoy!"
"Yes you are, Amaryllis future
husband has already moved in, you're
just here to keep her happy in her
teenage years."
" But, but..... WAAAAAAH....! "
... You know, I really develop a liking into
the way Creator handles these
situtations...

...Since our parents were still vampires -
creator had hidden Moms Bottles of
Vamprocil from College somewhere - they
stayed home to take care of the house, as
well as my little Brother Antoine...
"Oh please, please take me with you!"
" Sorry, Little Bro, but you know the
rules: no Teenager or Elder without
ten Bodypoints!"
"But I'm just a child! There is nothing
in the rules about children! And why
can Adults...?"
" Oh, come on, It's not my fault, that
this Loophole exists. And you're
growing up today anyway!"
" Pfff, k... But I tell you, I'll get these
points faster than you can watch!"

... and this is exactly, what he did...
" Hhh, Hhh... I'm running marathon...
Hhh... this will be a new world
record...!"

... but he also succeeded in another
discipline...*sigh*
"Awww, you cute, little, adorable
guy... too bad I promised your brother
eternal love, otherwise I'd fall for
you... not that I would ever would
turn my back on him..."

Meanwhile, after hours of driving through
barren landscapes, but luckily without a
sight of the evil vampires - mom's counter
army seemed to made the coast clear in
most parts - we came to the Outskirts of
Downtown, where we discovered a
rather... strange place...

- DUN! -

- DUN! -

- DUN! -

- DUN!!! -
It was... the most cruelly, pompous and
stupid... Shrine I've ever seen. A sign
said:
To the Glory of Three Apocalyptical
Gods, the Potty God, the Social
Bunny and the Cheese Deity, the
Inhabitants of Downtown honor them
this 'Temple of the Apocalyptical
Trinity' - may they bless us with their
presence and safe us from the evil
vampires... PS: this temple was built
within conformity off all restrictions,
sadly we had no other replacement for the
(artist restricted) Cheese picture then the
Grill - get it? Grill = Grilled Cheese,
mwahahaha!
I began to suspect, Creators stupidity has
spread within the whole neighborhood...
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*From Creators Notes: for Potty God and
Social Bunny, read EphemeralToasts
Apocacalypse- A-GO-GO, for the Cheese
Deity Rubbersushis Apocalypse Now! and
Hair Legacy...

... as well as some sort of religious
controversy...
"Vade Retro, foul Vampire Vermin!
Stay away from the shrine of our
cheesy Goddess, don't dare to touch it
with your unholy hands!"
"Nonbeliever! There is only one true
god,the Potty god and Uranium is its
prophet, a Vampire as we are! All Hail
the Potty god!"
" *** "
" (unison) SHUT UP, HARVEY!"
... if you ask me, the name: 'Apocalyptical
Trinity' is somehow misplaced... it should
be renamed into 'Apocalyptical Tridioty'
or something like this...

... to make things worse, Boytoy... I mean
Jonas... decided to join the crowd...
"Blessed be the Three! Blessed be
Three! I'm already clothed in the holy
color of the Three, green like the smell
of an old cheese sandwich, the stench
of a clogged toilet and the color of a
rebuilt social meter...blessed be the
Three! Blessed be the Three!"
"Sis, can we please leave him here? I
think he would enjoy it..."
" Sorry, Bro, but you know, I kinda
like him, when he's so stupid..."

... So in the end, we left the Shrine with a
lot of questions and nearly no anwsers -
except, that there seem to be a decent
number of people who think, that
behaving dumb is another form of
religious belief...

... still occupied with these thoughts, we
nearly overlooked the next Lot on our
way. The former meeting places that Mom
and Dad had told us of were either closed,
destroyed by the icy grip of winter or
plundered and abandoned by vampires -
Downtown had become a ghost city
overnight, the last remaining (or newly
built?) places were mere shadows of
Downtowns former overcrowding life, like
this one, which by the sign at the
telephone cell, that miraculously still had
power, was described as:
BoomBoom Disco - former Bomb
Shelter Safehouse - come in, make
yourself at home and don't mind if
Vampires come over and ask for
Blood Collections!

... Calling this thing a disco was nearly
too much too ask... and the last straw was
the sign at the radio in the middle of the
room...
ATTENTION! ATTENCIONE!
ATTENCION! ACHTUNG!
This radio is powered by a nuclear
battery, working with three tons of
atomic trash ten meter under this
bunker! Removing the radio will
most likely result in a nuclear
explosion, do not touch!"
... at least this explained, why the Phone
outside, the Photo-Booth (a sign at it said:
not in the electronical category) and the
radio were still working... though the idea
to dance above an atomic bomb made me
tremble...

... but other people didn't seem to mind...
" You know, this is somehow enticing,
Jonny... to think, that we're literally
dancing over the fire.."
" Ehrrr... I rather would like return to
the shrine, if you don't mind..."
"Hush... you're ruining the moment..."

...I for myself decided, to stay outside, also
to watch out, that no vampires would
surprise us... but luckily we weren't
disturbed, and short after dawn I met the
first other living being, since we left
home...
Of course I was surprised that it was a
teenager, walking alone down the street,
and immedeatily began to ask him the
usual questions: who are you, what are
you doing alone here, where are your
parents etc...

... He then informed me, that his Name
was Jak (" Don't call me GIggy!"), and
that he needed no parents or other
protection, because he was a Simself like
Creator, which made him almost
invulnerable, since mistreating a person's
Simself in someones legacy, including
Vampi- or Zombiefication, would almost
lead to revenge by mistreating the other
persons Simself in their own Legacies as
well, ' a perfect working system ', like he
said...
... For me, this 'perfect working system'
sounded rather like a game of 'Truth or
Dare'... but at least I had a first hint...
perhaps someone had hold a grudge
against Creator...?

... and I was already beginning to scratch
some people from the 'Grudge-against-
Creator-and-want-to-or-have-killed-him'-
List: SnootCB Simself for example was
one of them - at least I couldn't imagine
that such a nice Woman - although she
was mainly talking about chocolate -
could actually kill someone - yes, at this
time my knowledge about Simselfs was
truely limited...

... as well as Amaryllis's, when she
practised her Niceness - one of the things I
had promised Mom to do - with Blaq
Hawk, a rather strange looking Simself...
I've never expected that 'Simselfs'
actually could look as strange as us
Ingame-Personalities...If his Creator
really looks like him? (On the other Hand:
Creators Simself wears a Scuba Helmet,
how realistic is that?)

...but at least I was able to realize that all
Simselfs seemed to be a bit... how should I
put it?... out of their mind? After all, how
many people throw Waterballons at
random strangers passing by in the
middle of an Ice Age?

... perplexed, we finally drove away and
stopped at the next building, perhaps the
strangest construction I've seen so far.
The Sign (there were always signs, the
architects must've been frightened that
nobody would recognize their work - If I
were the Architect, I wish nobody
WOULD recognize me for this
monstrosities...) said:
Comic-Shop / Biosphere Terrarium -
former apocalypse challenge safe
house, sadly culled - If you look for
the newest Magazines or real nature -
Don't look here! We only have the
oldest stuff nobody had bought so
far and already threw every plant in
the chimney - it's a friggin Ice age
outside after all!
... someone here has a very bad sense of
humour...

... But the Sign didn't lie: inside we found
not only the largest mass of Old Comic
books, Magazines, Video Games and the
craziest stuff I've ever seen, but also the
Lots only inhabitant, a blonde guy with a
crazy Look in his eyes...
"... Aaagh! Don't touch that with your
smeary hands! That's the exclusive
1975 Gold edition of SimderMan 123
1/2... No, you can't open it, are you
crazy?! These aren't for reading...
madam, please step away from the
games rack, these are rare copies of...
what do you mean, if you can playtest
them? Of course you can't, there is no
video game system available for this
any... NO, GO AWAY! GO AWAY!
YOU CAN'T HAVE THIS, IT'S MINE!
MINE! MY PRECIOUSSS...."
... and a crazy behaviour as well...

...so I rather wanted to leave Asap, but my
Little Sister had different thoughts
again...
" Wow, Have you seen all these old
collector editions? Together, they
must be worth millions of... hm, do
you think, anyone would miss cashier
guy, if we...?"
... In the end, I could persuade her, that
nobody would buy them anyway, with
vampires roaming around... she still
bought an old comic from... whatever...but
then something else caught my interest:
how were the lamps above the magazine
racks (another Sign: not in the lights
category!) powered? To find that out, I
descended to the lower etage...

... where I found, what seemed to be the
last remnants of a once flourishing
biotope... as being said, all plants were
already thrown into the oven, and the heat
was used to light the lamps in the store as
well... it was strange, that they would
rather fire up living plants instead of
using the old... oh well, since there were
no plants anymore, cashier guy had to
make some decisions soon anyway... in the
meantime, we decided to enjoy some fun
time with the dru.. the totally harmless
bubble blower of course...

... before continuing our journey. It was
already evening, when we reached the
next building - according to the sign,
another 'culled' safe house'...

...that turned out to be a petshop. While
Amaryllis instantely decided to snuggle
everything in range, I was amazed, how
all these animals were kept up alive, with
food still being spare . The question
cleared up after some little chat with the
guy at the cash register...
" I feed them with vampires!"
" You do WHAT?!"
"Hey, they're hungry, and it's a perfect
protection against Blood Suckers! You
should have seen, what the wormrat
last week did to..."
"The worm...?..SIS, GET AWAY
FROM THAT MONSTER!"
"Awww, but it's so snuggly...and
sooooo cuuuuute..."
*** "...HuNgRy...BlOoD...MeAt..." ***

On top of that, another Simself visited the
little horro... I mean the pet shop. Mr.
Kyle Pika - or was it PikaKyle? - brought
an interesting detail to my mind: despite
the 'Iceageness' of the whole
neighborhood, the community lots itself
had started to de-freeze - which bothered
him , since he had hoped for a
waterballoon fight in the snow... for a
second I had the urge, to ask the cashier, if
he'd ever tried to feed... instead I decided,
it was time to move on...

... and we arrived at another -
formersafehouseculled *yawn* - Lot, that
turned out as a...

... little Gaming Hell, with Billard Pool,
Chess tables and a Poker table. Except us,
only two people were there, the Maior of
our neighborhood - so thats, what Mr.
Gilscarbo does all the time instead of
organizing a resistance against the
vampires... - and MichelleFobbs, another
Simself. They were currently playing for
the national budget, and Maior didn't
make a good figure, so we decided to join
the game... in the end, not only we saved
the national budget - for this year -, but it
also ended as a fun round and we parted
as friends...I think...

... only Amaryllis had a bad card one
time...
" I just can't believe, that you actually
bet me against the national traffic
budget!"
" Oh, come on, Jonny, I said, I was
sorry... and look at the bright side:
you're doing a good deed for the
neighborhood with your street repair
work... perhaps they'll even rename
the streets after you after your death,
ehr, I mean... nevermind..."

Getting rid of boyt... *ahem*...after
'losing' Jonas, we decided it was time to
return home - After all, how should Little
Sister keep up her mood now? But then I
achieved an interesting information: Miss
Thepi Epers was able to tell me, that all
Simselves currently lived in the
neighborhoods prison... - before she throw
a waterballon at me...
Aside from the mystery of the great
fascination of Simselfs with waterballon
fights, what really bothered me was: If all
Simselfs were currently in prison, where
were the 'real' Criminals? These thoughts
occupied my mind more than I thought,
that's why I drove in the wrong
direction...

... and headed us to another Community
Lot at dawn,

that turned out to be a beauty and
clothing shop. Really interesting was the
owner of the shop: he told us, that he knew
Mom from the pre-vampocalyptic days.
He also pretended, that she had earned her
styling talent in fact from his professional
teaching - that was of course a lie, Mom
never needed anyone else if it came to
styling, and certainly not a fashion victim
like this guy...

...and his 'professional' styling skills were
debatable..
" Aaah, another masterpiece from my
hands..."
"Masterpiece? I look like a damn clone
of my own mother! Redo that, now!"
" But... I thought you'd like it that
way..."
"Listen: just because I'm heir and look
similar to her, there is no way, that I
*want* to look like my mother - I'm an
individual and want to be treated like
one, did you get that, creator?"
"Ehrr... I'm not 'creator'..."
"Oops, did I say 'creator'? Ehehehe, I
meant of course 'stupid readhaired
Black-Komei-Clone-Stylist'... drat,
practised this speech too long at the
mirror ..."

... but at least the shop was a great
opportunity to widen our clothing
possibilities... believe me, even as a guy,
you appreciate new clothing, when you
wore the same set of clothes for your
whole childhood... I guess, I spent nearly
20000 for our whole family in clothes...
- (....aaarghhh...my legacy money points
*sob*) -
" Did you hear that? It was like... like a
cry from the distance..."
" Hm? No, I didn't hear anything... but
could you wait a moment, I think, I
want to buy a set of toddler wear for
my Little Sister's Kids later as well..."
- (...noooo....) -
Perhaps it sounds strange, but at no other
place, neither I nor my sister felt the
'presence' of stringpuller being near more
than here...

But the most interesting part was an
information from Briarose - another
Simself, though she described herself as
iSim - who told me, that it was actually
Creators idea, to use the local prison as a
'Simself Lair' ! Looking back now, I can
clearly say, that this would've been one of
creators best ideas, if he had at least locked
the prison after getting them in...

... especially, after I heard, what Amaryllis
found out from Tacy00P, who told her,
that Creator had 'motherloded' them with
an insane sum of money, in exchange for
not killing him (again?)...
at least there was finally a motive - aside
from being annoying - why someone
would have done something to creator...
but also the sad fact, that any Simself
could be suspected to be responsible for his
missing...

... but further investigation in this
direction didn't get me any more clues...
well, I learned a few things from them,
like the secret ingredient of Don's Chili...
" So let me get this straight: Don is a
zombie, who became popular in a
legacy called 'Uglacy' by a Simself
named Candie, switched from grilled
cheese to booze and chili, and use
butchered parts of his ugly stepson for
his receipts? Sorry, but that sounds
just too crazy to be true..."

... or why you shouldn't put puppies in a
microwave...

... but in the end, it lead me nowhere. Of
course, if they were responsible for his
missing, they surely wouldn't tell... and I
guessed, I couldn't just walk into prison,
ask them and make it out alive... besides,
the question remained, if someone else
could be responsible. To solve this
mystery, my dear sister already had an
idea, how to find out more:
"You must become a criminal!"
" WHAT ?!"
"Well, either that or law enforcement,
but if the Simselfs are responsible, the
threat 'Tell me, or I'll sent you to
prison' wont be that effective..."
"And why should I then become...?"
"Insider Information, Alex, like in
Business!"

Perhaps it was me, but my Sister had
made a point: police without a working
prison and law system was as helpful as a
sieve for carrying water... so back home, I
first checked the newspaper - or better the
'outcome' of the remaining journalistic
activity in this neighborhood -, and oh
wonder, in fact, there was a job offering
from the local syndicate for the position as
a pickpocket... even crime scene seemed to
suffer from cold feet in this ice age...by the
way, unlike my mom I don't wonder
anymore about job advertisments for
criminals... at least not in apocalypse
times...

... or why it was my Dad's secret wish aka
Lifetime want to climb the career ladder of
evildoers as well...
"Dad, is that necessary?"
"Son, I was at the top of business once,
it's not that different."
"But then we'll have to go to work
together... I don't think, anyone will
take me serious, if they'll call me
'Daddyboy'..."
"Believe me, if they realize, who your
mom is, even 'Momma's Boy' will
sound frightnening to them..."

After that, the rest of the day at home -
imagine that, time hadn't passed, while
we were away, and there I always
thought, Mom made something up, when
she explained the mystery of simtime
continua - was rather uneventful. Some
simselves passed by, like Soulangel980...

... and Supersinger88, but without
creating any further damage...oh, and
Boyt... Jonas showed up (escape from
street repair work?) to deliver rose
bouquets - another mystery of Simhood,
those self-generating roses. But besides
that, nothing worth to mention...

EDIT: Okay, I left something out, I rather
didn't want to talk about it, but Sis
insists, that... well, you see: it was my
little brothers birthday...

... not in the best clothes, but I already
bought enough, so this is not a big
problem... we only need a dresser now...

and then it happened... first Sis gave my
*ahem* former girlfriend Sophie a little
makeover...
"Brown hair and Glasses for Antoine?
Here we go!"
"Wow, I look like... like..."
"Totally individualistic, like all Sims
should be!
*cough*andnotatalllikeSarahTinker...*
cough* "

And then... in that Moment I remembered
clearly Meadow Thawyer's words, when
she said: ' Once you Legacy Teens grow
up, you're all: We were in love? I don't
remember anything of this!' ... well,
Meadow, the same can be said to all the
townie girls...those... oh well, at least now
I wont feel guilty anymore, looking for...
hehe...

It was short after midnight, tuesday
morning, when we received an interesting
call. An attorney - there were still
attorneys? - had to speak with Amaryllis,
because he had to celiver a message - from
creator!
" Ah, finally, I've got a connection....
well, Congratulations Miss, Mister...
ehr, Creator?... well, he had ordered
me to give you the location of a
community lot downtown, that he
bought for you... Huh? No, I don't
know, where he is, in fact, I would've
never made this call, but these
Simselfs... well, I made the experience
not to disobey them or else... so, if you
see him, tell him I did everything he
wanted, so there is no need to kill me,
yes? Thank you and good day, Miss!"

Confronted with this news, we decided, to
pay Little Sisters newest achievement a
little visit - unaware, what creator had
prepared for us...
" If it's a rusty, rotten ruin, I swear, I'll
kill..."
"Mom, calm down, I don't think, he
would..."
"Don't. say. it. I know him longer than
you, we have to be prepared for
everything..."

Luckily, Mom's bad expectations weren't
fulfilled. In fact, Amaryllis Lot turned out
rather nice. It wasn't a palace, but still
nice.
" We still have to look for traps, he
could have..."
"MOM!"
" Okay, I admit, I was wrong, who
cares? It's not like he had deserved my
trust in the past!"

It turned out, that the building was inside
as nice as outside: we had a clothing and
beauty shop at the ground floor,

a toy shop with working bench, bubble
blower and community toilets at the first
floor,

and a basement, where our parents could
spend the day.

In the next days, we established the usual
work routine: Amaryllis worked her toy
badge,

Dad restocked the business at night,

Mom worked the cash register (at day,
this was Amaryllis job of course),

and I... well, I worked my Charms on our
customers *ahem*...

... at least the 'normal' townie customers.
Seducing one of the Simselfs, like Megan
here, was sometimes a... but I decided
against it, I needed an objective view, if
they had something to do with Creators
Disappearance, I mean...

Thankfully, most of them turned out to be
rather... nice customers...
" Hm, which of these totally identical
looking playboxes for toddlers I'd
have no use for should I buy...?"

" Hm, I think, I'll buy this..."
"HORRAY, Bro, she finally bought
something - and it took only three
hours for her to decide..."

"...and of course, Mr. Axel - or Mr.
Carrjoshua, how should I call you? -
we have a wide range of..."
"Zzzzzzz...."
Yes, everything went rather good - though
this were the easy cases...

... more difficult were Cases like Miss Cel:
she searched for old games, so I drove to
the old games shop, battled around with
the crazy cashier, just escaped a vampir
raiding party on the way back - and in the
end, she just took out one old game called
'At the gates of Simdur' - never heard of
it before - and walked away, highly
*displeased* for the bad service in our
business...

... though this was a cookie against this
customer: LaShonda (or Maxi?) collected
two Outerwears, regular clothing and
three bathing suits, but then just walked
off without paying for them... no offense ,
but all our prices are already set to extra
cheap, to attract customers more easily, so
there is no need... well, at least I know
now, who I will hire, after I'd become a
Crime Lord...

... but it weren't always Simselfs, that
bothered us... also vampires could
sometimes be stressing - like this one, a
member of Moms Counter Army, that had
joined the Cult of the Social Bunny...

... or this one, a follower of the... I mean,
what makes them think, that we sell
Carrots and Sandwiches? After all,
neither me nor my sister have actually
eaten anything since childhood...!

...we just survive on Dates and Outings...

... and we don't sell chickenfood as well...
Not to mention, that I've never heard of a
'Path of the Sensei Chicken'-Religion at
all...

... and I don't believe in Santa Claus and
his little helpers, as long as my parents
have to pay the bills for the presents...

... though I strictly advice others to believe
in them nonetheless... as long as it makes
my little Sister happy...
"Aaand may I also thank you, Miss,
for turning this into a Level-10-
business, which gave my Sister a nice
Aspiration boost..."
" Wow, thank you! Sooo.... may I get a
reward for this, sweety?"
"Oh, oh..."

Still, in the end, none of these ups and
downs of my sisters business could
prepare us for 'his' appearance...

... or his reaction, when he saw
Amaryllis...

... anyone but Mom...
"Dare and touch my daughter, you
sick freak, and I swear, I'll mop the
floor with your... ah, screw it, I WILL
mop the floor with you...!"

... in the end, I don't know, if it was good
or bad, that their battle was disrupted by
the sun... bad, because the Count's Death
could perhaps stopped the Vampocalypse -
though all this had surely already grown
bigger then a single lovesick man - or
count - could have had imagined - , but
also good, because it ended, before they
created a bigger mess... we still had to
clean everything up...

... at this point, I guess it's a good idea to
take a break, since according to creators
notes, each chapter has just a limited
number of entries and I rather don't want
to split the next part... So, what happened
after Counts last appearances, what else I
found out of creators whereabouts, and
how I made my way through the ranks of
the underworld, I'll tell you another time.
For now, I just refer to Creator by saying:
'Have an Ice Day' and wish you all good
luck for the future... believe me, I needed
it...
:Personal Log Entry End:

Epilogue:
"This Chapter su...!"
"Hey, be nice, it was his first time..."

"By the way, how come that you
didn't make an appearance, Sushi?"
"Oh please, with all these attacks
against religion, why should I even
bother - I'm a Deity, I don't need to
argue with atheists!"

" By the way: I'm still voting for a new
wall paper, a cheesy wall is so much
more..."
" Nah, I rather stay with the current
one then Cheese overall... "
" Don't want to change the subject, but
has anyone seen EphemeralToast? I
thought she wanted to join our
round?"
"I guess, it's either the keg or the
bubbles she's currently occupied
with..."

"...Yup, it's the keg... hey, Toasty, you
should at least try to stay sober
enough for an appearance in the next
part, to explain the whole 'Uranium'-
sidestory..."
"Uh, Oh, Kiwi is playing with the
weather again... hopefully not another
meteor hive...!"
"Don't worry, my Godly Aura will
protect us... at least me, I mean..."

"... Though it would be fun to burn
something up here... I never thought,
that more money than I can ever buy
things for could become that
boooring..."
~ to be continued ~
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