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electrumicity) wrote2009-06-21 04:07 pm
electrumicity) wrote2009-06-21 04:07 pm
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Bored with Purghaus for now, I decided to go ahead and make a Lyle sim. It looks nothing like him because A) Making faces=difficult, and B) There's no hair even remotely like his. But I did what I could.
His traits are: Unlucky, Loser, Clumsy, Flirty, and Great Kisser.
To add a challenge, I decided to make him a hobo.
Lyle Dylandy. Fresh out of boarding school, this man has dreams. To become successful in both life and love, and turn his luck around. College would seem the logical choice to continue his studies and get a good job, but unfortunately, he's misplaced all the money his brother sent him for tuition. Whoops. No bank will even let him take out a loan due to horrible credit after some accidents with stolen credit cards and bulk orders from sex shops, and he has no friends to stay with. Lyle makes the difficult choice to see if he can survive out on the streets while he figures out what to do.
His first stop is the park. It's a logical place to go--people, benches, picnic baskets, and bathrooms. He figures, maybe this could be a temporary home.
A guitar. His one and only possession now, and his one and only friend. It's horribly out of tune and the strings need changing, but it'll have to do for now.
People seem to like it, though. Correction: they seem to be listening. While Lyle happily plucks out off-tune notes, thinking he's winning over the crowd, in reality, they're simply shaking their heads in pity.
There! A woman! Lyle's attention is immediately grabbed by her gothlike features, pale skin, dark lipstick, and jet black hair. He makes his way over to her with the intent of putting his patented Lyle Dylandy Smooth Moves on her.
...Granted, maybe he should have done more research into what constitutes as "smooth moves".
He attempts once more to flirt with her, but gets a simple answer: "No. You're a loser." He then finds out that she's taken, anyway. The conversation grows awkward.
When you walk awaaaay, you don't hear me saaay, pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase oh babyyyyyyy, don't go~
You chess pieces won't hurt me, right? I have thirty two new friends.
Lyle's stomach begins to growl, but--there! Out in the near distance! Someone's left a picnic basket unattended, and his favorite food is there for the taking!
He never did so well in the "How To Eat" class back in school, though.
He has a wish to flirt with an old woman. But despite his desperatness, she'll have nothing to do with that.
Bawwwww.
By the end of the day, his failures have exhausted him, so it's time for sleep. He chooses a spot by the water, hoping the tranquility will help him refresh.
Unfortunately, the bench isn't very conducive to comfortable sleeping. He's pretty sure he has splinters in places that they shouldn't be going, somehow.
Damnit.
It's morning, which means it's time to sit down with people, pretend he knows them, and take their food.
Desperate time call for desperate measures, even if it means brushing your teeth in the park bathroom. The woman in the other side is clearly having fun with herself.
He'd attempted to talk to this woman once before, to compliment her appearance. But when he walked up to her, he tripped, nearly into her, stopped, turned around, and walked away. He tries again here...but as soon as she talks about her successes, he can't bear to hear it.
Fed up with his luck, he takes to begging, just wanting a simple little kiss to brighten his day. But she wants none of this. It turns out that she has a boyfriend, anyway.
Screw this shit. Lyle decides that if this is what his life's going to be, then there's no point in living it anymore. The pool seems as good a place as ever to kill himself in.
He keeps himself underwater, but a passing swimmer sees him and cheerfully assumes he's starting a holding-breath contest. Unable to resist, she joins him.
Unfortunately for Lyle, he can't even kill himself right. After sputtering up to the surface after the woman, he fakes a cheerful pose, wondering if maybe he can charm over the woman with how great he is at holding his breath.
She doesn't really give a damn.
And uh, that's all for the time being. I'm still playing, but I don't want to put too many pics in one post. I'm not going to be taking as many pictures of boring things, since this is all across the span of just two days, and...yeeeeah. But if anything notable happens, I'll post it.
Also, playing a hobo sim is a lot easier than I expected it to be. Almost everything you need is right in the park, except for a shower, which is like two blocks down at the pool. Wtf.
His traits are: Unlucky, Loser, Clumsy, Flirty, and Great Kisser.
To add a challenge, I decided to make him a hobo.
Lyle Dylandy. Fresh out of boarding school, this man has dreams. To become successful in both life and love, and turn his luck around. College would seem the logical choice to continue his studies and get a good job, but unfortunately, he's misplaced all the money his brother sent him for tuition. Whoops. No bank will even let him take out a loan due to horrible credit after some accidents with stolen credit cards and bulk orders from sex shops, and he has no friends to stay with. Lyle makes the difficult choice to see if he can survive out on the streets while he figures out what to do.
His first stop is the park. It's a logical place to go--people, benches, picnic baskets, and bathrooms. He figures, maybe this could be a temporary home.
A guitar. His one and only possession now, and his one and only friend. It's horribly out of tune and the strings need changing, but it'll have to do for now.
People seem to like it, though. Correction: they seem to be listening. While Lyle happily plucks out off-tune notes, thinking he's winning over the crowd, in reality, they're simply shaking their heads in pity.
There! A woman! Lyle's attention is immediately grabbed by her gothlike features, pale skin, dark lipstick, and jet black hair. He makes his way over to her with the intent of putting his patented Lyle Dylandy Smooth Moves on her.
...Granted, maybe he should have done more research into what constitutes as "smooth moves".
He attempts once more to flirt with her, but gets a simple answer: "No. You're a loser." He then finds out that she's taken, anyway. The conversation grows awkward.
When you walk awaaaay, you don't hear me saaay, pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase oh babyyyyyyy, don't go~
You chess pieces won't hurt me, right? I have thirty two new friends.
Lyle's stomach begins to growl, but--there! Out in the near distance! Someone's left a picnic basket unattended, and his favorite food is there for the taking!
He never did so well in the "How To Eat" class back in school, though.
He has a wish to flirt with an old woman. But despite his desperatness, she'll have nothing to do with that.
Bawwwww.
By the end of the day, his failures have exhausted him, so it's time for sleep. He chooses a spot by the water, hoping the tranquility will help him refresh.
Unfortunately, the bench isn't very conducive to comfortable sleeping. He's pretty sure he has splinters in places that they shouldn't be going, somehow.
Damnit.
It's morning, which means it's time to sit down with people, pretend he knows them, and take their food.
Desperate time call for desperate measures, even if it means brushing your teeth in the park bathroom. The woman in the other side is clearly having fun with herself.
He'd attempted to talk to this woman once before, to compliment her appearance. But when he walked up to her, he tripped, nearly into her, stopped, turned around, and walked away. He tries again here...but as soon as she talks about her successes, he can't bear to hear it.
Fed up with his luck, he takes to begging, just wanting a simple little kiss to brighten his day. But she wants none of this. It turns out that she has a boyfriend, anyway.
Screw this shit. Lyle decides that if this is what his life's going to be, then there's no point in living it anymore. The pool seems as good a place as ever to kill himself in.
He keeps himself underwater, but a passing swimmer sees him and cheerfully assumes he's starting a holding-breath contest. Unable to resist, she joins him.
Unfortunately for Lyle, he can't even kill himself right. After sputtering up to the surface after the woman, he fakes a cheerful pose, wondering if maybe he can charm over the woman with how great he is at holding his breath.
She doesn't really give a damn.
And uh, that's all for the time being. I'm still playing, but I don't want to put too many pics in one post. I'm not going to be taking as many pictures of boring things, since this is all across the span of just two days, and...yeeeeah. But if anything notable happens, I'll post it.
Also, playing a hobo sim is a lot easier than I expected it to be. Almost everything you need is right in the park, except for a shower, which is like two blocks down at the pool. Wtf.