*Thank you all for your wonderful feedback. I've been having a few difficulties with settings and freezes and trying to figure out the best way to handle getting portraits (I just figured out you can't paint a portrait of yourself) but I'm sure it'll work out slowly but surely. For some reason these generations seems to be going sooooo sloooow. Anyhow, here's chapter 2 of the amazing Roy G Biv family (I'm glad I'm not the only person who learned colors like this)
Chapter 2 -A new life
I had everything I needed. A refrigerator, a toilet, a shower, a bed and for some reason the best part of everything was the fact that I finally got a table. A table meant I could sit and eat food! This was the most exciting part of my first day, words cannot express how amazingly awesome this was for me.
To calm down, I started to find the prime fishing spots in the Barnacle Bay city. With so much water, I was in Simmie Heaven, but for some reason there was still the annoying fact that the sound of water makes a person have to pee, all the time. I caught a cute minnow, and couldn't really celebrate for the fact that while I fish, I always have to pee, so if I look a little annoyed forgive me.
Life was good, I had a fridge stocked with bread and jam and after a long day of fishing and selling my fresh fish at the market, I'd come home to my...sparse scrap of land. I mean my 'mansion' and chow down on a delicious piece of bread with fruit jam spread on it. I needed a new way of making money, my profession was considered a professional Angler and if I was ever going to create the perfect aquarium I needed as much practice as possible, so I spent time meditating on my options as I ate my bread.
I even attempted to look to the skies to see if I could see or predict cool new places to fish or sell my fish. I got a little smarter and also saw some shocking things in other people's houses but I'm a Princess and a Lady so I will never tell.
I'd stay out late at night, just fishing away, fishing as much as possible for hourse...bladder and personal hygiene sacrificed to find some flippery creatures to sell! What people do with goldfish...I willnever know, apparently they eat them. I cannot think about this too much or I start to feel bad for all the little Goldies.
Money was coming in slowly, surely yes, but slowly and after paying my bills I noticed days were ticking by. So I invested time and energy in visiting the local consignment shop and coming to an agreement with the owner to practice drawing out plans and making sketches to create some type of direction in my life. It turns out you can actually sell sketches, not for much, but it was enough to start building up my pocket change.
I got new room mates in the form of dirty plates and flies and I knew I had to search the papers for some type of help. I found none but I decided to spend some of my fragile funds for the ultimate upgrade...
I sold a couple of sketches and many fish to finally be able to afford a lovely sink to wash dishes in and I put proof of my sacrifices up in the form of one of my first sketches. Just for a little proof that it was through working with my arms and pencil I was able to monopolize on my fishing career and finally have a place to wash my dishes so my lot didn't look like homeless slobs lived there! Life was looking good...I even had a new best friend named Anchie the Anchovy to keep me company in his bowl.
But as I brought a Tragic Clown Fish to the local production of 'Hook, Line and My Life's a Stinker' I noticed one thing. I sat in the seats and watched the people sing and dance and as the lead actors and singers would sing their tragic love songs...I never felt more alone.
Tune in Next time to see, will she ever find true love?!
