Green ISBI, 1.0

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Meet Wal Green, my new founder/torch holder. I was... bored when I named him, lol. He's actually my blond founder from the July Founders Collection Post in pixel_trade, but with different genetics, obviously. He's a Romance sim with a LTW of woohooing 20 sims. And he throws like a girl.


Wal: Hey!


This is Wal's 'friend,' Professor Modesty. I don't remember her last name, but suffice to say it was a random Harry Potter name and I am still amused beyond reason at the inappropriate combinations my name replacement list is responsible for. Prof. Modesty does not throw like a girl.






Wal thinks Prof. Modesty's boobies are icky. Which is, you know, a great start to a romantic relationship.


Wal: I'm sorry, Modesty. I didn't mean to offend you. Your boobies aren't that icky.


That went well. Don't you think so, Wal?

Wal: *whimper*



Wal's a proper artist with a... pair of scissors. :\ Oh, look! It's Neville Narrows, second generation adopted spare from the my Narrows legacy. I started this ISBI in the same hood as the Narrows so I could make use of the new townies, which are off limits in a pixel_trade-style legacy.


And this is Paine Narrows (formerly Dork) courtesy of katu_sims.

Paine: You leave one hair out of place and I'll shove that powder puff up your arse, you hear me?


After a day of hard work, Wal goes out for a night on the town. He was invited on the 'outing' by the town slob, Beaumont Maxime, who you can see in the background, scratching his pits.


Wal: You know, it was really great of you to show me around, Beaumont. You're the nicest person I've met since I moved to Rogerstown. Dancing, dinner... This would be a great place to bring a date.

Beaumont: Um, about that...

With Wal's lack of success with the ladies, I probably should have suspected this sooner. Wal, however, is still in the dark.


Dinner was a bust, as it almost always is for me. Either the waiter never brings the order or someone filches the Lobster Thermidor right out from under my sim's nose before he even takes a bite. Thus, after a turn on the over-popular spinning orb thingy, Wal heads home.


The next day, he invites his new BBF Beaumont over for a visit. Much to Beau's delight.


Beaumont: Gosh, Wal, your garbage stinks. Here, this'll help. *farts butterflies*

Wal: That was... unusual.


Beaumont: Come on, give me a good one, I can take it!


Beaumont: Owwie!

Wal does not, it appears, punch like a girl.


Makeover time! Beau needed a suitably disheveled look to go with his slobbishness.


Wal: He looks nice.

Beaumont: *does his Brainy-from-Hey-Arnold! impression*


After Beaumont takes off for wherever it is townies go, Wal goes to bed, with visions of butterfly farts dancing in his head. Until...


Out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, he sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

When, what to his wondering eyes should appear but...

...rain.

Wal: Curse you, rain! You and all your blustery brethren!


In a futile attempt to deny the obvious, Wal resorts to hitting up the Matchmaker for a willing female partner.

This one sure is willing. It's Lavender Narrows, college student, family sim and daughter of the aforementioned Neville Narrows. Completely defeats the purpose of marrying in unused townies, but if they hit it off, hey, who am I to deny them?


Lavender: You look like a man who can play a mean game of catch. Whaddaya say?

Wal: Um, I suppose I could...


Road Narrows, Rogerstown's resident out and proud spokesim: Hey, Wal! I hope that ball knocks some sense into that thick skull of yours.


After that dating debacle, Wal invites his bestie over and asks him to be his roommate. Beau graciously accepts.


Whatcha thinking about, Beau?

Beau:Oh, nothing much...


Er, right.




Beaumont is, with the exception of his daydreams, an extremely boring sim when left to his own devices. When he wants to have fun, he watches TV. When he's tired, he sleeps. (Mostly on the couch, though, so that's something.) When his bladder is full, he goes to the bathroom, without any mishaps. And when he's hungry, he eats. Not only that, he makes dinner for Wal, too. I suppose that's kind of sweet, but it doesn't quite make up for the hours on end he stands in front of the TV, mouth-breathing.


Even though I have the pregforallgenders Inteen thingamabob, I generally only allow it to be used when someone has alien ancestry, so Wal, the autonomously-gay-but-hopelessly-in-denial-and-weirdly-monogamous-Romance sim, gets to work on being abducted.


That is until Mr Beaumont 'Oh, didn't I tell you I'm 1/4 alien?' Maxime breaks all my rules.

Wal: Did I just hear music?

Beaumont: It was nothing, honey, go back to sleep.