Meet Drizzelda
As you can see, Drizzelda isn't much of a pretty sight, but being the founding member of the aptly named Hideous Dynasty, she doesn’t need to be, and considers herself to be a fine, upstanding member of whichever race will dare lay claim to her*. She aspires to be a Five-Star Chef, and comes complete as Childish, Dramatic, Clumsy, Flirty, and is a Natural Cook, proving that not all ugly, monstrous-looking sims are automatically Insane.
However, she felt somewhat like an odd duck, being the most unattractive sim in a town of beautiful people, but what she lacked in looks, she made up for with spunk and pure, unadulterated optimism, and set off to do what all other Founders do as soon as their feet hit the dirt.
Stalk out Agnes.
Luckily, she was home, and introductions were quickly made.
Drizzelda: “Hi! I’m Drizzelda! You’re the rich chick who knows how to paint, right?”
Agnes: “. . . What
are you?”
Drizzelda: “It’s not important. Wanna play tag?”
I’m pretty sure that someone has mentioned this before, but it bears to be repeated; Agnes loves tag. If you want to see Agnes light up, mention tag. I know this isn’t the best screenshot to prove this, but she really does. She gets all smiley and her eyes just shine. I bet you that if someone had offered her a game of tag more often, she wouldn’t have wound up as The Hagness you see in Hot Date. I’m willing to bet five bucks and a coupon for Double Stuff Oreos on this, I’m that certain.
Now that Drizzelda had cemented their friendship through a children’s playground game, she invited Agnes over to
her sad, empty lot the Super Tag Arena That’s Totally a Thing.
Drizzelda: “Wow, talk about driving to the bank.”
Agnes: “What was that?”
When they arrived at Drizzelda’s place (which was also coincidentally the alleged Super Tag Arena), good ol’ Drizz got right down to business.
Good Ol’ Drizz: “Hey, Aggie? You don’t miss that stuffy, old house with all those fancy doodad walls and indoor plumbing, right? Why not live with me for the rest of your life? It’ll be like a more awesome version of House where I go to work, cook and make friends, and you stay here and paint and sculpt until you keel over from a combination of old age and foolishness! Doesn’t that sound like super awesome fun times?”
Aggie: *thinking* “Wait a minute. I know this routine. It’s the most transparent variation I’ve heard, but it all ends the same. It always starts, ‘Oh, Agnes, join my household! I will love you forever and ever!’ and then it turns into, ‘Agnes, sell your car! Agnes, sculpt 25 ice sculptures! Agnes, this painting isn’t a Masterpiece. Do it again!
Why isn’t he a blueboo, Agnes?’ Yeah? Well, not this time! This time I’m gonna hold my ground, and I’m gonna say – ”
Drizzelda: “Also, tag.”
Agnes: “SIGN ME UP, BARNEY!”
Drizzelda: “Sweet! Sell your car. I need a kitchen.”
As a twenty-year-old college dropout with no life whatsoever, I can easily say that this is the best idea that I have ever had.
*Don’t worry, Metro and Co, the game says she’s human. I’m not certain if it actually buys it, but that’s what it says.
