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Hello again, Watcher.

Hello, Jaquelyna. Still mad?

Yes! I don’t know what is happening here, but it had better be good!

Your Saved Game’s file got corrupted. I made one trip back to extract everyone, but these were the only versions of you I could pull out.

So that explains why Mom’s an adult again?

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Yep. Technically you shouldn’t be able to remember any of the stuff that got lost in the file corruption, but-

-But I’m Insane. Got it. I take it that’s why you brought Lola, despite the fact that she and Sophna technically have no Romance meter progression?03-17-16_8:07:08 AM.png

Yep. Can’t leave her behind. Or anyone else, for that matter.

What does that mean?

I’ll let someone else explain that for me who knows a little more.

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“Okay, who are you?” Jaquelyna demanded. “What is this place?”

“Willow Creek, technically,” said Journey McKenna. “You were moved to a smaller lot for the time being, though- we took over Oakenstead.

“That would explain a lot,” replied Jaquelyna while looking at their temporary accommodations. “Also, I call the leopard tent.”03-17-16_8:12:18 AM.pngWow, it’s odd to see you advance the plot using dialogue for once, right?

Well, it has been a while.

“During which time she came up with me,” Journey continued.

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“Wait,” said Jaquelyna. “You can hear us?”

Sort of, Journey subvocalized. I don’t come by it naturally, like you, though. It took a long time.

“Ah,” said Jaquelyna. “Maxed Wellness.”

“Basically, yes,” Journey explained. “But enough character reveal for now. Let’s sit by the fire and I’ll tell you what happened.”03-17-16_8:27:14 AM.png

“So,” said Flynna, “our home save was corrupted, so you pulled us all out?”

Yes. I pulled you out, along with all the townies, and put you on this fresh save, along with Journey’s household and house.

“She says that she transferred everyone but the pre-mades to this save with McKenna,” Lola translated for Sophna, the only non-Insane member of the household.

“Basically, my story was that I’d run a house for DTS refugees, more or less,” Journey elaborated. “Somewhere they could get in some story progression before being transferred instead of being stuck in the Local Gallery. But I can take all of your refugees too- only five at a time, but I can do that. Then we can hope that someone needs some sims for something and transfer them there.”

“What about townies generated here?” asked Ratna, pointing a a newly-generated Townie teen.03-17-16_8:35:58 AM.png

“We’ll process them too,” replied McKenna. “We just need to take care of your refugees first. If it’s okay with you…”

I’ll transfer the first group to your household right away! Hopefully, we can find someone to take care of the sims when they’re ready.


So there you have it! The Lujans and the Townies of their world are saved, but they need good homes. Journey McKenna and her partner Jana Cannon will be taking care of them and letting them get in some play time while they wait for someone to find them a place! Hopefully, I can actually find some stories and such that need sims and give them my refugees!


03-06-16_7:10:06 PM.pngHello, blog… thing.

How do I even start one of these?

Okay, so I have no idea what I’m doing. I only just started a blog because something freaky happened to me, and I wanted to find out if anyone else knew about it. I mean, before this, this is all you would have seen.02-27-16_9:49:55 PM

But if that were all I have to share, I wouldn’t be writing this. I’d be slogging through another lab report. To cut to the point- I had a weirdly vivid dream last night. Normally I ignore them, but this one was so bizarre, so clear… So I checked the security camera footage from that night. Most of it was scrambled, but I saved a few pictures…

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I brought them into the lab, but I never got an answer. So this thing is my best chance. I just hope someone else knows what is going on…

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She had abjured this life. She had sworn it by the zeroes and ones that formed her digital existence, by the lifecode of her own child! But the more she strove for the normalcy that had been stolen, the more meretricious her old life seemed. Ah, to rarefy the weight of the demands upon her, to make less heavy the troubles of this double life. Repine all you want for the peace of the past, it is forever altered.

She is inured now, and the sadness that once troubled her every time she snuck away no longer troubles her glitched heartcode. In her recondite way she loves him still, but he is torn from her, and the stygian depths of her digital soul she wishes him peace. He is prone to volubility now, trying to fill her long silences, willing to go farther and farther where she once met him halfway. Childhood friends, then teenage lovers, two birds of a pair, two halves of a heart necklace. As she retreats, he advances, trying to pull her back, trying to form a whole heart still. No matter. The extirpation of their love is nearing completion, and when he realizes that the heart is his alone now, she will send him her blessings of peace, and let him live without the weight of knowing that someone is always Watching.

The boy is sleeping now. The younger love-child, a butterfly trying to escape the vacuum of her absence. How can he understand that his mother has flown away on green wings in a beam of light? Code irrevocably scrambled, memories lost in transfer. It took her so long to find them, fill in the blanks left by the abnormal tearing, not a deletion that leaves you with no memory of there ever having been anything but broken ends trying to meet in a middle that no longer exists. Every iteration took her farther away, until one of them brought her back. Ellipsis, and it is now simply a story for her boy, who will not understand when she leaves him.

It felt so far away, like a dream of something that happened to someone else. She was willing to forget, but they never forget anything, though the limits of code may deny. They called her up again, turned on the hortatory. She was opprobrious. Could they not rule themselves? Recumbent on the lounge, she considered: could she not give them a little, after all they gave her for her efforts to find her family? The culpability is hers, for abusing their trust, even if it all comes to naught in the end. They break off their encomium, they cease to inveigle. An almost minatory silence descends on the small, white digital simulation of a room, and she knows what she must do.

In the ones and zeroes of her jewelry box is code representing a gold chain with green jewels. The accretion of dust has left them dull, but a quick polish brings back their glow. She told her daughter they were a gift from a friend, but the churlishness of her reply gave her away. Like mother, like daughter; the girl is not so young, teenaged now, and very clever. She alone has the discernment to tell what her mother is doing, where she goes when she leaves dinner early. She alone has seen the light, the green light which rises into the painted sky and takes her mother with it. She too cannot rest anymore with her simulated feet in the digital ground, and will forever yearn beyond the infinite sky.

An early morning. No fog. She remembers fog, remembers weather, remembers wine and deserts and many things besides, realities so strange in this new world that they are tales. Moonlit falls and mermaid coves are nothing now. Now there are emotions, passionate and new, that feel as real as anything she ever saw in her travels. She prefers feelings, even fake feelings for fake people, to fake places for the fake people to go. But there is one place she must go, a place with no day, and her daughter is beside her this time.

From his window the boy sees her, ready to follow her daughter up the green beam to the glowing world she now belongs in. He reaches for her, she reaches back, and they connect one last time before she is gone. Someday the boy will write a book about her, about his mother who lives beyond the sky and flew away in a green light. But for now there is a simulated woman in a red dress and a simulated daughter in a black skirt, transferring their code away to a simulated world where it is always night and the green crowds are already crying as one:


Alleb Sserpme eht liah lla! Ardnassac Ssecnirp eht liah lla! Neeuq suoicarg eht liah lla! Sreehc eerht!

New Life

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Well, here I am. New house, new life, might as well add a new look to the list while I’m at it.

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And now, for the most important part…

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Logging in Riley…

Starting Simchat…

RHerring is online.

YuYuki24: Red! Where have you been?

RHerring: Sup, Yukes!

YuYuki24: No, seriously, where have you been? I was starting to get worried!

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RHerring: Yeah, I know I haven’t been online in forever.

YuYuki24: No kidding! It’s been a month since you said anything! I thought something awful had happened!

RHerring: Sort of. My parents got divorced.

YuYuki24: That really is awful! 😦

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RHerring: I couldn’t come on because I was down at court, settling custody issues. Talk about a nightmare.

YuYuki24: Yeesh. What happened?

RHerring: Well, it boiled down to which parent I wanted to go with, since neither of them wanted to work out time-share juggling. So I chose…

YuYuki24: *drumroll*

RHerring: Neither of them! I’m 18, so I can legally live on my own. My Grandpa had an old house in Windenburg, so I moved out here. It’s been kinda lonely. Anyways, I just now got the router set up, so I’m back online!

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YuYuki24: That is so awesome! I live in Windenburg! Where do you live?

RHerring: Out on the island. You live in Windenburg?

YuYuki24: Yeah, I live in town. I just can’t believe it! My best friend ever came to live in Windenburg! I can’t wait to show you around! We try not to brag, but Windenburg is the best town ever! Oh, there’s bars and nightclubs and pubs- do you even have pubs where you come from- and there’s the old hedge maze and the ruins and you haven’t lived till you’ve been to the bluffs and I know I’m rambling but I’m just so happy because my best friend in the whole wide world has come to live in Windenburg!!!

RHerring: Woah, slow down, Yuki. I should probably get my bearings before I go out to see the sights.

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YuYuki24: True. When do you start school?

RHerring: Next week. What’s it like?

YuYuki24: Pretty good, I guess. If you really need help, most everyone speaks Simlish, and anyone under 30 will certainly speak it fluently. You can probably ask the guys down at Dock Den if you don’t mind getting hit on 😉

RHerring: LOL. Hey, wanna play Blicblock?

YuYuki24: Totes!

YuYuki24 has left.

Closing Simchat…

Starting Blicblock…

Logging in RHerring…

Waiting for YuYuki24 to join the game.

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YuYuki24 wins!

RHerring: GG!

YuYuki24: You’ll never beat me! 🙂

RHerring: You are the best, Yukes.

YuYuki24: Oh, gotta go. My big sister is calling 😦

YuYuki24 has left the game.

Closing Blicblock…

Logging out Riley…

Shutting down…

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