It’s been a while, guys. College is seriously kicking my butt when it comes to finding free time for sims.
Since the map tag for the weather totem thing agressively bombards me every time I open the game, I decided to finally take a look at the thing.
Weather Stone: CHILD I WILL EAT YOUR SOUL.
Tried the werewolf thing, but nothing happened. I guess we don’t have enough werewolves. Or powerful enough werewolves.
Germanium’s drug dealer gave him his fix of ‘the Dust’. Since he’s a mooch, he got it for free. While we’re at it, he wants to get some cash off of Dorothy, too.
Germanium: That’ll go to my college fund!
It might pay for, like, a sheet of paper.
Dorothy: Zinc needs to have a girl, so that you have an heiress.
Nickel: We’re not a matriarchy… we’ve had a male heir…
Dorothy: That was a fluke.
Announcer: Hey, the weather channel is actually relevant now! And the college kids are relevant now! I…
*clicks off television*
How do ghosts make snow angels if they don’t have weight to push the snow down?
Argon: How do ghosts do anything? By the way, you’re missing something much more interesting…
Oh, right. The gnomes being all desperate for attention. Vaughn’s gonna die soon.
But what’s this…
GAY GNOME BABY.
I’m so happy Vaughn found happiness before his untimely demise.
His name is Gaybriel.
Happy family time!
Gaybriel: *dies of hypothermia*
Meanwhile, the Winter Festival is open.
Noemi: Left… right…
Fairy boy: I’m a better ice skater than you!
Noemi: You’re not even skating. : /
One of the food ticket merchants was a bit confused. And kept making the building disappear when I tried to take a picture.
Gingerbread Man: I’m gonna be your best friend~!
Gingerbread Man: OGODWHY?
R.I.P. Gingerbread Man.
Do all supernaturals cheat at this? Fairies fly, werewolves run around on all fours, and Nickel’s just running around in high heels.
Nickel: The lack of friction doesn’t affect me because I’m not on this physical plane.
At the festival, we got mistletoe, so Gallium wanted to try it out.
Gallium: So… we’re under the mistletoe.
Melinda (?): Sorry, I’m Jewish.
Gallium: Does that mean you can’t kiss someone under the mistletoe?
Melinda (?): It means I’m trying to get out of kissing YOU under the mistletoe.
Oh, look. Someone’s dying on the lot.
Nickel: So yeah, I’m bringing in tons of money.
Doesn’t have a job.
Death: I’m proud of you, dear.
Death: Have I told you how much I like the house?
Looking back, this picture looks kind of awkward.
Nickel: Hey, do you think I should have called the hospital instead of just watching that lady die?