Chapter One -- Sleepless in Sunset ValleyI come in peace. Maybe. I haven’t decided yet.
My name is Hans Hooley, and I am the son of Robin and Marian Hooley. You might have heard of them under a different name.
I'm having trouble showing what my mother looked like, but this is my father:
And this is my baby picture:
I was named after the author of
One Wolf, Two Wolf, Where Wolf, There Wolf. My parents died in a crash in Dragon Valley, and I was sent to the Bin. I grew up fast there, so fast that I don’t even know what school I graduated from. Maybe I’ll hang my diploma on the wall and see what it says.
When I was a baby, I loved the outdoors and loved the cold. Now that I’ve moved to Sunset Valley, I’m also avant garde, family-oriented, and a mooch. I figure if Dad was the Prince of Thieves, I can be the Duke of Beggars.
I’ve been given the option of founding a free will dynasty or legacy or something. According to most of the other sims in the Bin, this is an opportunity I should take because the Watcher is always ordering people about and squashing all their really fun wishes. There are a few nay-sayers, however, who claim that the Watcher is such a control freak that things won’t be any different for me. We’ll see.
Our first clash of wills came over hairstyles. There’s more to being avant garde than wearing your hair differently from everyone else, but the Watcher went way overboard when it came to finding something different for me. This was the first look she chose for me:
I reminded her that there weren’t any red-haired samurai, and added that I wasn’t about to wander around in a kimono. The second look was your basic mophead.
I said that I liked to be able to see where I was going, so she swept my hair up into a do that I think I saw in The Wizard of Oz:
Finally, she agreed to the style I chose. She let me pick out my own clothes, but she “forgot” to take pictures of some of them. Here’s my formal wear, nightwear, and outerwear. My favorite color is spiceberry, but I’ll accept gray.
I think the Watcher expected that I would want a job in the arts, but I surprised her by expressing the desire to join the military. And she surprised me by granting my wish.
In my opinion, this plane lacks something – some spiceberry paint, I’d say.