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enkisstories · 1 year
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From rags to riches 75 dollar
At this point Mike was ready to call it quits and blow his last funds on a ticket back to Finchwick. One could probably live carefree in the Bramblewood, but certainly not in this concrete jungle. What had given him the idea to try his luck in Detroit in the first place anyway?!
But then his phone notified Mike of a job interview scheduled for 19:00 today. That changed his mind. Fifteen more hours of this should be doable?
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When Mike tried haggling a food truck vendor again, she sent him to a soup kitchen instead. Of course! Why hadn’t Mike thought about that himself? Big cities had several of those and with the directions provided he found one easily.
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The idea here is that sims doing odd jobs and volunteering get fed by their contractors. Mike even got two servings, one that brought his hunger bar back to yellow and another one to green :-)
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enkisstories · 1 year
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Strangerville premade Erwin Pries as a werewolf.
I always saw a fox in him, so this was the logical next step.
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Left Erwin in the Family on a budget challenge, right in the Star Wars save.
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enkisstories · 1 year
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Oh, cute! Daniel and Gavin recognize their own cats on free will!
One task of Week 3 is to gain social media followers. Peggy cannot do that yet, but she can maintain simstagram accounts for the cats, so that’s what she’ll do to gain followers.
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Daniel’s Wolf turned out to be slightly more popular than Gavin’s Argus.
Them both being in the same picture isn’t a rare occurence, by the way. Ever since Wolf grew up from kitten to youngster, Argus not just acknowledges his son’s presence, they have developed a strong bond.
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enkisstories · 1 year
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Greebo, leave the bunnies alone!
Greebo: *grmbl* It’s the year of the cat! *grmbl*
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enkisstories · 1 year
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From rags to riches 75 dollar
Mike: “What did you just call me...? McGavin?!”
Gavin: “Logan McGavin had two daughters, Sally and Dorothy. Sally was the good daughter, she played her role and eventually became your grandmother. Dorothy ran away with a boy Logan detested. I’m her son.”
Connor: “Dorothy got disowned and the Reeds lived in poverty. When they lost their retail jobs, the family spiraled into homelessness, drug abuse and crime. In Moonwood Mill you mocked the Reeds for that to their son’s face and you went to extreme lows.”
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Mike: “Stop right there! I need my full memories to reply to any of this. You give them back to me right now or this police station becomes the setting of a one hundred years later remake of Hitchcock’s The Birds!”
Connor: “Here you go!”
When the piercings snap back into their places, Mike feels just the slightest hint of a sting. What he does feel much more intently is the phantom pain of bruises he has sustained a full month ago - during his encounter with the Reeds. Each of the McGavin cousins had given back as good as they had gotten, but then one of Gavin’s friends had seen an opening in the brawl...
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Mike: “The white-coated werewolf...?”
Connor: “Daniel Reed.”
Mike: “Is there a way to selectively delete the memory of what he did to me with the salmon?”
Connor: “Time will help Daniel forget that. Also, the fish was already dead at that point, so he has nothing to blame himself for.”
Mike: “I know. I was... a jerk. An asshole. Full of myself, while knowing nothing."
Connor: “Yeah, I could tell you were related to Gavin the moment you opened your mouth.”
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enkisstories · 1 year
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The homeless sim mini challenge will still be good for three more days, and afterwards I have played/am playing two scenarios I could blog about:
- Prison scenario/challenge (with Mike, Gavin, Connor and Daniel)
- Reality TV show with celebs temporarily joining the Detroit police (with Gavin, Connor, Tina & Co.)
Both take place in the main reality, no what-ifs.
Preferrences? First, second or both?
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enkisstories · 1 year
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Later that day - just two cops at the snack vendor ;-)
Chris: “So how’s your therapy going, Gav?”
Gavin: “Terrible.”
Chris: “No progress?”
Gavin: “Too much progress. I stalled as long as I could.”
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Gavin maxed out his vampire rank and was able to learn Tamed Thirst. He is no longer at risk of autonomously biting sims when his vampire thirst is low.
Chris: “Why’d you stall? Isn’t Tamed Thirst a desirable trait?”
Gavin: “As long as I was at risk of biting necks, I was on the priority list for Sixam Plasma fruit and blood packs. Now with Tamed Thirst that danger is no more, so I dropped to close to the bottom of the list, because blood is no longer considered my medication, but my luxury craving. But even though I cannot lose control anymore, lack of blood still hurts as fuck.”
Chris: “Wow, bless our healthcare system... No wonder many younger vamps are drawn to Nancy’s clique.”
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enkisstories · 1 year
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A visit to the doctor in 2051 - the patient is an android detective, accompanied by his vampire boss and the doctor, called a Digitalist, is an immigrant from Sixam, who studied computer sciences in Detroit.
In practise they’re all referred to as humans, because their psychology has more in common than what seperates them (in contrast to the Motherplants with their Allium dirus servants/pets, that are really alien.)
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enkisstories · 1 year
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Let’s Investigate! - Still the interlude, still dealing with Connor accidently frying pretty much every computer he gets into contact with.
Connor: “...and that’s all.”
Digitalist: “I see. Sounds like a virus alright. We’ll start with a heuristic analysis - over here, please.”
Gavin: “But Connor’s LED is blue? So he’s fine?”
Digitalist: “A LED is useful for telling whether a cut or blow was serious, but they fail hard when it comes to viruses. As long as the system doesn’t know the virus definition, it’ll stubbornly insist on there not being a virus present.”
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Digitalist: “You can now link to the virtual machine, Mr. Anderson.”
Gavin: “I’ll never get used to a solid box getting called this...”
Digitalist: "I know, right?"
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Connor: “Looking good so far? All other computers I interacted with would have croaked by now. Perhaps I don’t have Stuxnet, after all.”
Digitalist: “No need to assume the worst, Mr. Anderson. But even if you have... that, then it’s only a death sentence for your career, or pretty much any career involving computers, not for you as yourself.”
That would have sounded more re-assuring if Connor weren’t married to an android. If he had to remain in flight mode forever to contain the virus, he’d never again be able to share the same closeness with Kara.
(Ingame the police station computers breaking is actually a very common occurence. I just play it up because I want my sims to face an everyday issue for once, like a visit to the doctor.)
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enkisstories · 1 year
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Erwin: “What’s happening here? I’m no meteorologist, but that’s not normal acid rain! It should be yellowish at best!”
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Daneel: “Hm... Is Magic HQ above Detroit at the moment, by chance?”
Erwin: “What do you... Oh, no!”
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George: “It’s definitely Magic HQ! The space station is leaking!”
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As the only person without the Paranoid trait, Chika remained a little calmer than her family. But even so, George’s suspicion scared her. As a sentient android, Chika owed her full sapience the arrival of magic. Without Magic HQ stabilizing the eldtritch field, magic would leave Earth again in eight years, leaving Chika a mere slave to her program code again. Only this time she would know what she had lost, what could have been.
Magic wasn’t just the stuff that enabled people to grow fur and fangs, it was absolutely required for the millions of androids to retain their free will.
(Note: It’s just regular acid rain... what it looks like in a magically awakened world, anyway.)
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enkisstories · 1 year
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My first acid rain in The Sims 4 - and in my favorite shade of green, too ;-)
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enkisstories · 1 year
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Four days into the desert prison scenario, Daniel spawned next to the security fence. That wasn’t anything out the ordinary, it’s just how the game works. Other Detroit sims, including Tina, had passed by this lot before, therefore I expected Daniel to do the same.
Except... we’re talking Daniel here.
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I moved the camera back in to check on the inmates... first Mike... then Connor... and finally Gavin... only to find that Daniel had unerringly found his husband and was already talking about getaway cars.
Gavin: “You here? How did you find us?”
Daniel: “I tore apart an atlas, spread the pages out on the the floor and then dropped Romy into the room. She tapped Oasis Springs with a claw.”
Gavin: “Bless that familar! No need to bless you, you already are an angel ❤️!”
Now I won’t abandon a prison gameplay after just four days, and so Daniel became the fourth household member.
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enkisstories · 1 year
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There’s always more simming going on than can fit on the blog, so I’m going to fast-forward the next story arc and just leave this here for chronological reasons:
The Detroit trio entered the experimental portal, but unfortunately the citystate of Oasis Springs was developing a similar one, powered by their pyramid.  Oasis Springs’ stronger system snatched the test subjects mid-transit and they got arrested with nobody in Detroit having an idea where they had ended up.
What else is Oasis Springs known for? Not much, admittedly. Just one of the few prisons in the world that can reliably keep supernatural sims inside. This was where my sims got sent to, to wait for their trial (for espionage). I set up a club to simulate the other prisoners (a werewolf, a 5 star celebrity, two vampires and three spellcasters, all maxed out) and set the club rules to encourage them to use their powers. It was so much better than the fight clubs that never work!
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enkisstories · 1 year
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Summer 2051...
Following their bet, Connor, Gavin and Mike got an earful from their former boss, now President Fowler, and a very peculiar detention: They were to report at Future Labs to assist with a secret project that Gavin’s half brother was conducting for the government.
Connor: “I mean, it makes sense. We have to do something boring and tedious as punishment, and the government in turn gains two reliable project members.”
Gavin: “And Mike.”
Connor: “Yeah. Looks like Fowler didn’t really think this through.”
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Chloe: “Follow me, please. The experiment you’re to assist with involves moving stuff between instances of spacetime.”
Mike: “You want us to move your furniture? You’ve come to the right person, then! I have four weeks of solid experience as a dock worker under my belt!”
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Gavin: “Hello, El. This here is my cousin once removed, Michael. He’s also related to you, but more distantly.”
Elijah: “Removed and Distantly, I must say I love your enthusiasm, Gavin! That’s exactly what we’re going to do today!”
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Chloe: “Time to spill the beans, we’re working on portal technology. The six doors you see are actually our three prototypes, each covering a different distance. In time we will increase those distances, and place entry and exit at different altitudes, with obstacles between them, but at the moment that still carries the risk of the user ending up in the past or an alternate universe.”
Mike: “The past? Alternate universes? And they call that an unwanted side effect?!”
Gavin: “Stoked to visit the one AU in which you really are a dock worker, huh?”
Mike: “Oh... Unwanted side effect. Check.”
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enkisstories · 1 year
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From rags to riches 75 dollar
Mike rises. A part of him still insists that he needs to see the social worker tomorrow and get ready for a shift at the docks. Especially that second detail seems to amuse Connor and Gavin to no end.
But having time and money on his hand now somehow has made everything worse. He’ll need both to make amends. The people of Finchwick probably won’t even understand what for, because they had never seen Michael McGavin at his worst.
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Connor: “Coffee in the cafeteria?”
Gavin: “Yes, please.”
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Connor: “Should we be worried that Michael has two legal identities now? Because that’s definitely breaking the law and it’s kinda our fault...”
Gavin: “Bah! Nothing that couldn’t get solved by being friends with President Fowler!”
Connor: “Friends is a bit of a stretch...”
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enkisstories · 1 year
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From rags to riches 75 dollar
Mike: “Well, I have the money! Took me a full month, but I managed. I win, Captain Reed!”
Gavin: “You know the saying: Pic or it didn’t happen. Show me proof!”
Mike: “Gladly! Here...”
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Michael: “I took the college aptitude test and got accepted into eight different distinguished programs. And I won two scholarships worth 800 dollar per term. One of those is “Residents of Ferndale”, by the way, for which you need to provide proof of permanent residence. I did even that and STILL have 65 dollar left!”
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Connor: “Noted. So the test at 75 dollar, the 65 in cash, but I cannot count the 800, because you won’t actually get that money before the start of the semester. That means there’s still 999,860 dollar missing to make the million full. Do you have it in digital money, perhaps?”
Mike: “What million?”
Connor: “The one you claimed you could make from nothing within three months. We were nice and gave you twenty dollar to start with.”
Gavin: *roaring laughter*
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Gavin: “He didn’t make it, after all! He didn’t and he won’t in a million years!”
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Mike: “Come to think of it, there WAS a note in my pocket, that told me to “make a million”. But that’s utter bullshit. It’s impossible to go from what I started with to that kind of riches. In fact, even entertaining such thoughts would criminally belittle what I achieved in the short timeframe we’re looking back at. What I’m fucking proud of!”
Connor: “That was kinda the point, Mr. McGavin. And I recorded your words just now, so no backpedaling later.”
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