Okay, I KNOW this is not a sim's post, buutttt...

I am practically dying.

I know, this is kind of pathetic, but I need to vent to SOMEONE besides my family whom I LOVE TO DEATH, but am also sick to death of spending 24/7 with:

1 dad, who is very sweet and funny but occasionally absent minded as well as slightly annoyed,

1 12 year old brother, on the brink of tweenhood, complete with new hormones that make him whiny and sensitive and easily angered, as well as a big head that comes as a side effect from getting his black belt,

1 mom, nurturing, (basically the one who keeps my unaware family afloat) occasionally neurotic as she is balancing practically all of us on her shoulders and preparing for the big trip to Texas that she and 12 year old brother will be taking (courtesy of Karate Nationals.)

1 9 year old brother who has been nicer than usual lately, but still slightly... bullying. He has been kinder than usual, as said before (summer will do that to ya) but I am still scared of spending an entire week alone with... him.

Add to these people:

Best friend moving- main source of emails diminished
Other source of emails at the Baltic Sea on vacation (my German step-cousin) thus no emails there either.
Pro board I go to w/ other friends unupdated.
The only socialisation is play practice, (practically doesn't count as we are so busy) people on blog comments, and family.
And no computer I can use in peace.
NO SIMS.

Whatsa girl tado????

I've gone to the library, gone for walks, to the pool, and all were temporary. Leave ideas for saving me from summer sluggishness in comments. PLEASE.

Okay, this is lame. SO PATHETIC. I've tried to be resourceful. Should  I even post this??? Should I delete it????????????????????????????? Okay, fine. I will post. Ugh.

I'm pathetic. This is the worst post ever.

I'll.., make it better by... some random pictures I haven't used yet.

Um... a bad-dressed badly made version of my simself!

Me... on my simified bed in my simified room....

Me at my now dead computer in my simified room...

Another shot of me at my computer in my simified room.

Shot of the secret femmy side of Jack Bunch...

Ezela clones...

... talking about the nonexistent weather expansion,,,,

Cloney-see, cloney-do.

The cutest shot of Garry from Del's Geneagacy ever that I happened to have. (Not mine!) *swoons*

Pretty bald-teen-sim reading.

Lame. But still sims.

(And I happen to be proud of my simified room. Its pretty close to my real one. As close as my glitchy sim's game will allow, that is.)

Sorry for wasting your time.

Chapter 1.6: Tricks and Traps

In the next few months, Ezela began to make the house her own. She mopped up puddles from broken pipes, sweeped away the dust,  and cleaned up animal droppings.

She weeded and watered the huge, clearly abandoned garden in the back that was so big it was more like a vineyard then a garden. Her unfamiliar fingers found a place in the dirt and weeds and dry leaves, and she found it comforting to revive a shriveled shrub to a lush bush, glowing with health and heavy with fruit.

Ezela  got a loan from the bank per Mr. Paul's instructions. She bought herself new clothes, individual outfits. For the first time in her life, she had more than one shirt and pair of pants.

She looked into the mirror and saw herself for the first time, although it was also like staring at herself hiding in a stranger's skin. A stranger who might just be the child of a starlet, the heiress of an entire island.

A whole new world of freedom seemed to have been opened. Free time, to do different frivolous things that could actually be called hobbies, activities she didn't do for anything but entertainment. The freedom was intoxicating.

But Ezela still felt far from carefree. She came to learn that the photograph of the woman- her mother- was not one of its kind. They were all over the house, in every room. Every night, as she tried to go to sleep, she had the same icy, violet gaze on her everywhere she tossed and turned in her bed, covering her like an icy blanket.

The court case came sooner than she could have thought. It seemed as though only the day after she first arrived in Angel Falls, she was sitting in the middle of the courtroom, sitting next to Mr. Paul and surrounded by a meagre jury that looked as if they would rather be anywhere else but on jury duty.

Hopefully, Ezela peered around the room hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious Mr. Dasilva. I just need to see him, let him see me. Maybe he'll know...  but as she glanced from person to person, she realised just how empty the courtroom seemed.

There was a winter pale, lovely blond lady who looked as if she would be taking notes and managing legal papers to review back to later. Within the shuffles of paper in one folder, Irene's picture surfaced again, causing Ezela to shiver. It wasn't right to feel so haunted by her own mother. It just wasn't right.

And then there was the attractive, elegant lawyer, who already seemed to be trying to strike a deal with the judge. She had a arrogant and clever air about her that made Ezela sure that she knew a loophole when she saw one, and could use her words to slide out tight positions as easily as a cat slinking through a hole in a fence to get what she wanted.

The judge herself was a woman in her sixties, with a demeanor that made her seem both fair, extremely intelligent, and strict.

None of the people in the room appeared to be Mr. Dasilva. Ezela's heart sank, although she knew that him not being present in court would be more to her advantage. Where was he?

The Judge and the lawyer finally seemed to reach an agreement, the judge with a grudging look of exasperation, the lawyer a haughty look of triumph.

"Mr. Dasilva is......... indisposed at the moment." the judge said in a peeved way after bringing the court to attention. "So his lawyer, Ms. Seraphine will apparently speak for him." she said, turning to look at the lawyer in a quiet challenge.

The lawyer, Ms. Seraphine seemed unfazed by the older woman's reproachful look, and smirked. "Thank you, Your Honor. Yes, as Judge Fraeler said, I will act for my client. And my first act will be to call up the accused embezzlers for questioning." she said, smiling a slow, cruel smile.

Alarms went off in Ezela's head. Accused embezzlers? But we never were accused of embezzlement! Embezzlement how? This isn't a criminal trial, it's determining inheritance! Ezela could no longer think straight. Why hadn't they openly accused her before? Could she possibly even go to jail if the case took a wrong turn? Mr. Paul, without even leaning over or looking at her, whispered, "Seraphine is trying to get you off guard, make you unsure of your own story. She will try to intimidate you. Don't let her." Don't let her intimidate me? I'm not even sure of what I'm supposed to tell her, how am I not supposed to be intimidated?


Ms. Seraphine slowly walked up to the desk Mr. Paul and she were sitting at. She placed her manicured hands on the table top in front of Mr. Paul. But she didn't look at him, but at Ezela with a steady, challenging glare. "First witness, sir." she said in a quiet, cold voice, clearly speaking to Mr. Paul but not tearing her gaze from Ezela. Thankfully, as Mr. Paul stoically made his way up to the witness stand, she turned her attention to him.

"You were Ms. Angelin's source to the island, correct?" Ms. Seraphine said in a seemingly casual tone with icy undercurrents. "You are the one who alerted her of her supposed inheritance." It wasn't a question. Ezela held her breath, sensing a trap. "Yes." Mr. Paul deadpanned in an emotionless, though sure voice, as if he saw whatever trap she was setting and saw a weak spot in it.

Ms. SeraphineEzela's heart stopped beating. Mr. Paul had said that he had not been aware of her existence until a while ago. Had he lied? Was she.... really in the middle of an embezzlement scam?

Ms. Seraphine continued, her voice rising more and more methodically, to raise the anger of the jury and judge. "These were not social calls. You have been contacting Sunset Valley- who you were contacting, there is no absolute confirmation- about this case for years. You've been planning to steal the Angelin' fortune from my client since Irene's death! You have slunk under the radar for nearly sixteen years, to avoid detection of your scam, not participating in town affairs, not purchasing anything from the island so you could not be tracked." She smirked again. "But you were tracked. You tried to be as unremarkable as possible, but you still purchased a plane ticket to Sunset Valley more than once. The first time, two years after Irene's death, in August I believe. A large span of time went by, and then, about four years ago, you went again. And only four months ago, you left the island, again." She leaned in like a shark smelling fresh blood. "And you came back with a scruffy, homely teenage girl with sketchy birth records, the state as her guardian, who has lived in Sunset Valley, an unremarkable town, her whole life, who claims to be the long lost daughter of a deceased sex symbol."

"And so you are implying that I have been conspiring with Ms. Angelin'- a mere fifteen year old girl- since the time she was two years old, training her to rob what you say is rightfully your client's inheritance?" Mr. Paul said incredulously. "It seems to me that you are trying to grasp for unimportant details to accuse us of embezzlement to simply keep her from inheriting the fortune. And as far as I know," he continued coolly, "this is not a trial. It is a case determining Ms. Angelin's parentage and the question of her inheritance." Ms. Seraphine looked at him with frustration she quickly hid with distaste. He had avoided her pitfall as easily as Jesus had kept from drowning as he walked on water. "If this is all  about Ms. Angelin' then, let her come speak for herself." she snarled. Ezela's heart stopped again, and then began beating much too fast as Mr. Paul stood and looked at her, his blank expression telling her to do the same.

As she stood and began to walk slowly toward the witness stand, she passed Mr. Paul returning to his seat. She looked to him seeking guidance, comfort. He was the only one she knew. He never met her gaze, didn't give her a reassuring touch, didn't let his stony expression change in anyway. He simply murmured, barely audibly, "Remember what I told you."

Remember what he told me, remember what he told me. Crud. What did he tell me? In her nervousness Ezela couldn't remember, when his impossible advice floated back to her panicking brain. She will try to intimidate you. Don't let her. Mr. Paul had not let himself be intimidated. In fact, he had intimidated her. He had made her accusations sound irrational, as if she were a child throwing a tantrum. That's what lawyers do, I guess. Ezela thought. They make you feel smaller than them and your thought-out argument stupid. She gulped and took her seat at the witness stand, feeling as if she were sitting in the electric chair and Ms. Seraphine was the executioner.

"Now, young lady," Ms. Seraphine said in a demoting voice, as if she were cruelly speaking to a small child, "why don't you tell us where you have been the last fifteen and a half years?" Ezela tried to swallow, then open her mouth but couldn't push the words out.

"Well?" Seraphine growled. "Are you too incompetent to answer one simple question? Or are you afraid you'll give you'll let something slip?"

Ezela felt an unfamiliar pang of anger. "No." she replied with surprising disdain. "I have been in Sunset Valley my entire life, or as long as I remember. I can vouch for my lawyer and advisor that had never seen him before in my life, nor had any connection to him before three months ago." she said, answering the question with surprising strength that was fueled by her anger.

"We have no proof saying anything that you said is true! Your Honor, I ask- no, I demand that you have these thieves tried for attempted misappropriation of the Angelin' fortune! You may be very well allowing her to commit the theft of the century!"

"I have been alone my entire life. No one raised me, and I had no one to take care of me after the age of five. I was apparently in the care of the state, but they flaked and forgot about me. After I was thirteen, I had to take care of myself even more, get one of the meagre part time jobs just to feed myself, while at the same time studying for college SAT's. I have been starved, bullied, abandoned, homeless, fondled against my will, and abused, and nobody ever told me why. If I had not been brought here when I was, I probably would have starved to death or died from exposure" She looked at Ms. Seraphine. "Don't you think that someone who was being trained for 'the theft of the century' would have been better taken care of so she would be alive to comply?"

A deafening silence had overtaken the courtroom. You could have heard a pin drop. Every bored jury member was now with rapt attention. The silence was broken by Seraphine's suppressed scream of frustration. "Your-"

"That is quite enough." Judge Fraeler interrupted another one of Seraphine's outbursts. "Ms. Seraphine, I only allowed those two confrontations to happen to get different prospectives of the matter. As was stated earlier, this is not a criminal trial. I will allow no more outbursts. This case cannot afford to go "loosey goosey."' Judge Fraeler rubbed her eyes tiredly. "I think that we will be going in circles without Mr. Dasilva here in person. I declare an adjournment of the case until we can schedule another meeting. Ms. Ryce will contact you all in a weeks time telling you when we are to return here and finish the case." she nodded to the blond woman. "Mr. Dasilva will be here next time or I shall have to cancel this case." she said pointedly to Ms. Seraphine. "Oh, he will be there, Your Honor." Ms. Seraphine said coldly, glaring so harshly at Ezela she felt like she was going to burn up and shrivel into dust. "Case dismissed." Judge Fraeler said wearily.

As the courtroom disassembled, Ezela whispered to Mr. Paul, "What is she going to do?" Mr. Paul  looked at her for the first time since they had entered the courtroom. With his face still blank, he said, "Anything that she thinks will make you lose."

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So, YAAAAAY!!! SIMS WITHOUT GLITCHES!!!! THANK YOU DOODLEDOG!!!!!! I did my best to recreate everyone, and added some CC she had. Don't you just LOVE Ezela's new skin??? UNFORTUNATELY, Doodledog's PC didn't download Ezela's house, so I kinda had to wing it in the Joneses mansion. And her computer totally freezes every time it plays with Angel Falls, so that was nixed too. And her PC is stupid when it comes to blogging too. That's why the format is slightly messed up at the beginning. I was up till almost 2 am at her house trying to finish, so that's why the first half of this post is kinda shaky. I was tired, okay??? Just to clarify some things:

1. YES that window really was floating behind Ms. Seraphine when she was yelling at Mr. P (LOL, I totally forgot I had moveobjects on and didn't notice till' afterwards.

2. NO, Irene Angelin's death does NOT count as fulfilling the death in this generation, as she died before the start of the story, so YES, another/several more person/people are going to die in this generation. WHO WILL IT BE???

3. YES, that IS Harley Seraphine from the Seraphine Legacy. When I was making the people for the courtroom scene, the game generated her as Harley because Doodledog had downloaded her, and I was like, YES. So Crazy Harley became a Scary Lawyer.

4. YES, Doodledog IS the the most awesome person on the face of the earth. Love you, Doodledog!!! :D

5. NO, you will NOT survive the night if you read and don't comment about what you think will happen next. (LOL, JK.... OR AM I??? This generation's death could be YOU.)

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Horrendous News

Okay, this update is NOT written from my laptop. Why? Welllllllllll......

We took my laptop to the apple store. Nothing was wrong with the battery or charger. It turns out the BRAIN of the computer (I forget what its called) just went

kaput.
Bit the dust.
Danced the last dance.
Met its maker.
Went dead as a doornail.

I have to replace it. For more than $200..... may I just say that, although I am extremely frugal (like, a closet tightwad) I don't have that money. I don't have a part time job, I babysit on occasion for less than $5 an hour, and don't get an allowance...... I don't have that kind of money. SO it may take a while.

I also have ANOTHER heartbreak to deal with.

The Apple store guy looked up stuff on Sims 3, and apparently its not even supposed to work on a computer as old as mine. And the graphics card just can't handle it. So basically, there is no way to fix my animation glitches, except to get a new laptop. That costs at least $1500.

So yeah, very depressing day here. Please console me with comments. As many per person as possible. And express your own woe, frustration, and anger at EA. And suggestions. Those are always good. Make up your own little summaries of what you think would have happened to Ezela until the actual blog starts up again.


WHICHMAYNOTBEUNTILTHEENDOFTHESUMMERWAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! D; Please, it will help heal my maimed soul. Express anger on your own broken games and computers. There is nothing better to help with self-pity than pity on others. Ignore my selfishness. My world just was knocked off its feet remember. I can wallow all I want until it gets back on its feet again. I WILL NOT TRY TO BE STRONG. *sniff*

Chapter 1.5 Pasts

Okay everybody, this is gonna be LOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG. Better get me a soapbox or something.

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Ezela whirled around to face the picture. Had it really spoken to her? But no, it remained as silent and still as ever. With a thumping heart she realised someone else was in the house with her. "Wh-who's there?"she yelled into the echoey house. "There is no need to be apprehensive." said the voice. It was a male voice. Ezela turned to see a man stepping out from the corner nearest to the door.

He was probably only in his forties, but it was obvious that he had aged quickly and badly. His hair was completely gray, except for his darker sideburns.Wrinkles creased his face like hardened lines, and he looked like his face would crack if he smiled. Indeed, it looked as if he hadn't smiled in a long time. He wore a neat gray suit, and a pair of shades so dark, Ezela wondered how he could see through them.

She reared back, afraid. "Who are you?" she asked shakily. Well that was dumb, he probably lives here, stupid, and your asking him who he is? However, the man looked back, unfazed. "Not to sound cliche', but aren't you more interested in who you are? Why your here?" There was a long pause. "I see you have." He took a seat in an armchair and gestured to the couch for her to do the same. 

Hesitantly, Ezela sat down and immediately regretted taking the couch, as she could still feel the woman's unwavering glare burning into the back of her skull.

"You would have made this much easier on yourself if you had followed the directions like you were supposed to." he continued. Ezela blushed in shame, but caught herself. Who was this strange man anyway, and what right did he have to question her? "Who are you." she asked again, but this time, it was more of a statement than a question.

There was another silence, as if the man was trying to decide how to phrase his answer. "I suppose I must start at the beginning before I tell you exactly who I am." he finally answered. "Like it said in the letter you received, you are the heir of the Angelin's. As you learned in the brochure, this island's discover was discovered by your ancestor. He proceeded to own half of the island, as British settlers eventually claimed the other half. For over a hundred more years, the two sides secretly warred against each other over everything- water, game, materials. Even in the eighties, although these old riffs were no  longer mattered, the townspeople still had a grudge against one another. Often, people from the opposite sides participated in gang wars." The man paused, as if he just didn't particularly like talking in general, and was preparing himself for a long speech he had to make."Almost twenty years ago, an eighties movie star, from the French side, became all the rage. Everyone loved her, French and British sides alike. She was beautiful, charismatic, and very easy to like. She charmed her way into the hearts of millions, not just the islanders. That's her, right there." the man said, nodding in the direction of Ezela. She nearly jumped out of her skin, expecting to see the hauntingly beautiful woman lurking in the shadows, but he was looking in the direction of the photo, his face expressionless. "This was her house." he continued, his voice as expressionless as his face.

"Was? What happened to her?" Ezela asked barely audibly, not even needing to turn around and look at the photo again. The face was engraved in her memory. Yes, the woman was a movie star.

The man continued. "She was at the peak of her career. She had fans all across the globe, and the islanders were extremely proud of her, and worshiped her almost like a deity. She's the one who really put Angel Falls on the map, and made it a huge tourist attraction."

"She was at the highest place a star could be, the very peak of her career. She had the entire island in the palm of her 20 carat ringed hand. In fact, the islanders loved her so much, their mutual pride began to settle their rivalry. So it was an enormous surprise when she.... just stopped appearing. In movies, premiers, public, everything. She had seemingly disappeared."

"She hadn't disappeared, though. She remained isolated from society in her house, which was very unlike her, restless spirit that she was. She needed socialisation. It was so sudden that accusations and rumors began to fly around that she had been murdered. It was just so spontaneous, with no visible reason. No one knew why her successful career had been halted. No one knew the truth of it."

"The truth?" Ezela whispered, breathless. She had a feeling that she knew what the truth was, but she wanted to hear someone else actually say it, confirm it.

He leaned forward. "That woman was Irene Angelin'. Your mother."

The breath seemed to leave Ezela's lungs. It was so quiet, she would have heard her own heart beat if it hadn't just stopped in shock. She needed to stop. To breathe. To take it in. To understand. But after a while the man continued.

It wasn't acceptable to get pregnant before marriage in those days. It just didn't happen. Even if it wasn't frowned upon, Ms. Angelin' would have still been unhappy. I believe the last thing she would have wanted was to be tied down, to become a common housewife. She wanted to be free, party every night, come and go as she pleased."

"And that's why she gave me up." Ezela stated flatly.

The man shook his head sharply, once. "She never had the chance."

"Eventually I suspect withdrawing that much from society got to her."

"In her eighth month of pregnancy, she eventually headed out in disguise

to one of the seediest clubs in Angel Falls."

"She went up to the bartender and demanded a cocktail, but he was a decent man as it turns out and refused to give it to her."

"This is were she snapped. We're guessing the strain and stress of her pregnancy and shame got to her, and she began to scream at the bartender, at first demanding her drink, but eventually just screaming nonsense words to him, until she wasn't even screaming to him at all, but to herself.

Her nervous breakdown got her so physically stressed as well, that she sent herself into premature labor."

Before anyone could realise what had happened, she bolted out the door and drove away dangerously in her car.

She was in a serious accident five minutes later. The person she rear ended was killed immediately upon impact, while she was sent into a coma. The ambulance came for her, and she died as soon as you were born."

"Everyone was alerted of her death, but your birth was not, as she had plainly stated it would be in her will. Within her will, the lawyers were instructed to send you far away from Angel Falls. They gave you, along with a very small bonus and a tiny house to a recently sacked Law intern. They sent different government social workers to take care of you over the years. When care was no longer required, you faded into the woodwork next to all those "international disasters." When you were old enough to support yourself, you were forgotten altogether."

Ezela swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in her throat and gain control over herself. "So.... why now? Why remember me now? How do you know all this? Does anyone else know about this?" She had meant to say it in a demanding voice, but it came out as a whisper.

"The Angelin' museum is being sold, its items auctioned off. The museum was dedicated to Irene Angelin' about two years before you were born. Her boyfriend at the time of her death, Zane Dasilva, is demanding the profits the museum makes for himself. However, once your pretty little file was unearthed, the law states all of the money goes to you. And, of course, after finding that you existed, they needed you here to also accept your birthright."

Ezela's mouth went dry. "Birthright?" "Yes. The museum's profits, this house, the island."

"What?" Ezela would stumbled although she was sitting down. "The island???"

The man just sat there, as if they were discussing the weather. "Turns out, Ms. Angelin' owned quite a lot of the island in the end, as the original owners loved her and gave it to her for next to nothing. When she died, many more even gave land to her as a tribute. In the end, yes, she bought the entire island. That is also something Dasilva wants. But since he was specifically mentioned in her will- she urged him to take only-" he took a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and read, "'-the hideous bust of Sylvester Stallone that he gave me last Christmas and don't you dare take anything else, Dasilva!', he has no rights to any of her personal possessions. She did not specify who would get her immense fortune, but made it clear she did not want Dasilva to have it. Since you are her only blood relative left, it automatically goes to you."

"As for who I am, I have been assigned to you as an advisor of sorts, in finance and law, among other things. For now, you may call me..." he seemed to be wondering what name to give her. "Mr. Paul."

Ezela took deep breaths, stood up shakily, and walked over to him.

"What do you mean? I mean, I know what you mean, but how do you know that I'm her daughter for sure? And- how can I-"

"Trust me?" Mr. Paul finished. He handed her the paper he had read from. "Is this real enough?" he asked softly, handing it to her. Quietly, Ezela read it.

The court hereby decrees that Ezela Angelin' come to court on October 19th, 2001, to verify her parentage to Irene Angelin' and inherit-

She stopped reading and closed her eyes to soak it in. But instead of satisfaction, she felt only pain. "What about my father. Did he know about me?" she asked her voice cracking. There was a long pause. "No." Mr. Paul said, the emotion in his voice hard to read. Ezela opened her eyes. "Why didn't the government give me over to him when I was born?" Mr. Paul looked up at her. "Ezela," he said. It was the first time he had spoken her name the entire time they had been talking. "No one knows who your father is." 

Ezela reared back again. "But- but Dasilva-" she choked. "He is not your father." Mr. Paul stated.

Ezela took deep breaths. How could he be so sure if they hadn't done any DNA testing yet? There was still hope. Who else could be her father?

She swallowed and continued talking, trying to be casual.

"So... what happens now? Where do I....?" Ezela trailed off, unable to actually say that she was homeless. 

Mr. Paul looked at her- or at least she thought that he looked at her , it was impossible to tell through his dark glasses- and replied, "Don't you remember? This house, among other things, is yours. This is your home now."

"But-" Ezela stuttered. "b-but it hasn't even been confirmed-" "I have spoken with the court and they have decided to let you stay here, at least for the time being. The case is already fairly decided, they have most of the paperwork confirming your parentage. You coming to court is just a precautionary thing."

Ezela took another deep breath and secretly pinched herself. When she opened her eyes, she still saw Mr. Paul's stony face. This wasn't a dream. This was real. And she didn't know what to make of it yet.

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Yayyyyyy!!!!! Longest update EVERRRRR!!! Does this make up for the long gap in between!? Did you like my car crash scene? I would have added some explosions to the picture but I'm too much of a computer dum-dum to figure it out. It took me HOURS to figure out how to make those black and white photos. Phew! I've been typing for HOURS. Ever since I posted the last one! I haven't even gotten up to eat or go to the bathroom. (Don't drink that. It may appear to be Mt. Dew, but its not, trust me.) I don't know if I have the energy to do a blooper thing. But I promised, so here ya go:

BLOOPER REEL!!!! WHEEEE!!! (+ some funny things that happened.)

Yeah, this is just one of the millions of times I scared Ezela. I felt so bad, I thought I should bring Skull-Shirt Guy to justice (he's the one who scared every time.) .... WhA-at? He wanted to do it!

This ^^ is just here to show you what I go through EVERY TIME I ENTER CAS. Yeah, love your game now, don't you Sim bloggers. Well, you can burn and die for all I care appreciate your game more after seeing this picture.

Telekinesis toddler!

But what is so funny about this picture? you ask. It was in that lame chapter/teaser thing! Yeah, well I think its funny. Because I took so many pictures of it accidentally, that's how funny it is. Laugh. Now. YOU'RE NOT LAUGHING!!! *slaps*

Hey! Inna-PROPRIATE Buster! You're married to Bessie, you know! 

Buster: Who?

 This is Buster Clavell and a young Yumi Sekemoto liking eachother too much. In public! For SHAME! (ps I was just cruising along Sunset Valley and saw THIS. I WAS NOT CONTROLLING THEM.)

 No, Mr. Paul is not slapping her. Skull shirt guy is. INVISA-SLAP!!!! He decided to do this when I moved-objects him. STUPID SIMS!!! As punishment, I erased him my game crashed because its stupid and glitchy die you people with glitchless games.

This was when I was trying to burn the house. JUST when I had gotten all the firemen away, THIS MAID puts out the fire! No! No! I NEED BURNED HOUSE. I fired her of course, for going above and beyond the call of duty. *grumbles* Stupid sim-maids, I thought you guys were supposed to have lame service, not try to save my sim's lives!!!!

Irene: "Oh, booh-hoo-hoo, my beautiful house is getting destroyed and you're gonna kill me off."

Shut up in a couple minutes the burns will be completely gone, darn it.

Irene: "This'll learn you to plot against ME.

What- NO! STOP IRENE! I thought I had free will turned off! STOP IT!!!!

Irene: "MWAHAHA!!!

Ugh. Evil trait acting up.

YES! YES! BURRRRRRRRRRRRN! 

Irene: "No, don't burn!"

YES.

Frollo: I FEEL HER! I SEE HER! THE SUN CAUGHT IN HER RAYVEN HAIR, IS BLAAAZING TO WITHOUT ALL CONTROL. LIKE FIYAH! DARK FIYAH!!! This fiyah in my skiinn. This bur-ning. De-si-yuh. Is turning me- to- SIN!

(If you don't know what this song is, you need to watch Hunchback of Notre Dame before I sic Irene on you.)

Irene: Yes!!!! Blooooooooooooood!!!!

Oi. *winces*

This is the blank stare of a Sim who's elderly wife was just turned young and hot again because I'm nice. UNGRATEFUL!

There are so many things wrong with Sunset Valley. I was just going around, much like I was with Buster and Yumi, when I saw this! And see the girl next to him? She was in the nude 3 secs before I took this pic but I didn't catch it in time. O.o I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT THEY COULD DO THAT ON THEIR OWN.

Darlene Bunch: Mmmmm... niiiice....

No! This blooper reel is inappropriate enough! Your only a teen! Go away!

Foxy pregnant lady.

Burned Mr. Paul: *barfs*

Well that's rude!

....... *shivers* Don't you hate it when Sims look directly into the camera? Go away Irene!

I love this pic. She's freaking out cuz of the fire, and he's freaking out because she's in labor.

Did you know you could have midgets in Sims 3? Yeah, me neither.

AAAAUGH! A MONSTER!!!!

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............................... okay, that's really disturbing. On many different levels.

Two army ladies in one spot! Talking to each other! Far away from the military base! They aren't in the same household! I think its funny. ...you don't? *stabs with fork* IT WOULD HAVE BEEN FUNNY IF YOU WERE THE ONE PLAYING!!! NOW SHADDUP AND LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT! ;__;

Did you guys how bad the Car accident was? This bad. She was impaled onto her own car.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHGH!!!! SHE GIVES ME THE SIM STARE OF DEATH INTO THE CAMERA!!!! SAVE ME!!!!!

............seriously, what is she looking at?(She literally stared there without moving for 3 Sim hours. It was very unnerving. There was nothing over there.)

So, yeah, that was the blooper real that was as long as the post itself. Please make predictions of what you think is gonna happen in the comments and feel free to ask questions! Bye!