After not paying close attention and playing my game in the wee hours of the morning, I went past the Sunday Midnight deadline so the first time around is a fail. Rather than tie up the forum graveyard with dead stuff, I will be deleting everything except the prolog since my Sims are only introduced there and will be the same. I want to thank all who have read and posted. Your encouragement really means a lot to me. If you would go in and remove your posts it would tidy this up. Moderators, if this is not a good option just remove the whole thing and I'll start a new topic.Well, subject line says it all. Wish me, (and me, and me), luck, as we attempt to repopulate the town of Windenburg.
It was really strange, you know. The General Worlds Council got wind, (no pun intended), of a place in the Simiverse that suddenly was depopulated. Each and every home disappeared overnight, as if by magic. There were no wealthy Sims, no entrepreneurial middle class types, and definitely NO aliens. I was rather taken aback by this because I happen to be classified as an "Alien". Why, I do not know, since my progenitors have been here for eons. Look, this is me in my normal, native dress.
Now do you get it? We were called elves or fairies or a bunch of other things but ALIEN is not nice nor fair. Some of us were evil, (often called drow elves or dark elves), and some of us were super good, like the good tooth fairy. Most of us were like me, average, every day, brilliant and with powers others don't have. But now all of us from that one town were gone! Oh sure, there are some of the creepy types in weird science fiction outfits running around in other towns, but here....nada. So, I was called to step forward and see if I couldn't just fill this entire town with folk just like me, Lumina Kadar. I like me, who I am and how I look so I doubt I'll put on those stupid "alien" outfits or try to disguise my ever so lovely appearance.
Now hold on just a sec here Ms Pinky Puss! You may be all gaga to be doing your "civic duty" but I resent being yanked out of what could have been a fine adventure where I and a few friends repopulate the Simiverse. We had battles to fight, and treasures to seek, and a ton of nooboos to make, and yet here I am, unlike my famous ancestress Lara, stuck with having to build a retail empire to beat you and Snooty Boots out of fame and glory! And if you think Miss Goody Two (pink) Shoes I'm going to be your bff you got another think comin'. This gal, Angelina Croft by name, is not gonna just cave and let you and "I'm Too Handsome For My Shirt" take over. (Mutters to self: Make me a bleeding cook. Hmmmpf. I'll show 'em.)
Ladies! Ladies! And I definitely use the term loosely, let's keep a calm, clear head here. First of all, I may have been descended from the wealthiest of Mansion Barons, and yes, my ultimate goal is to have the finest, biggest, most opulent mansion ever, but I'm not conceited or anything else negative you may have said or implied. I'm a nice guy who shakes up a pretty good frosty beverage and I like pretty much everybody, even if I am of superior stock. I am positive I, and my heirs, will do a great job with restoring this town to it's former glory with mansion after mansion on all fifteen lots. Oh, and I'm single and not averse to.....well, you know. (wink, wink) Now, the Council said go forth and multiply so shall we? Oh, and if you need me in the future, the name is Jason Masterson.
First one to their home lot is a rotten egg!
