A Sims 3 Experiment: Day 43

Week 7: My Only Friend, the End

Day 43: Aliens and Face-paint Demons

Day 43 began early, before dawn had even arrived. The house was asleep and everything was quiet when, all of a sudden, a massive boom rang out, followed by some sparkly chime noises. I’m not afraid to say it started the crap out of me, mostly because I didn’t know angelic volcanoes were in the Sims 3. But then, I saw someone walking up to the front door. Was the person the reason for the noises? Maybe it was their car? Pete was nearest to his wakeup time, so I sent him down to answer the door. I couldn’t have picked a better person.

Is...is that an alien? Amateur astronomer Pete is talking to an alien?
Is…is that an alien? Amateur astronomer Pete is talking to an alien?

I thought it was just a crazy ugly Sim, like a regular person. Or an elf, maybe, but then I realized it was wearing some kind of space suit, and my thoughts were answered. But why was he here? Was it because of Pete’s telescope activities? He hadn’t used it in a while, though perhaps this alien was from light years away, and had only just witnessed Pete’s meddling into powers beyond his comprehension. But then again, this alien showed no interest in probing Pete’s nether regions. He didn’t seem to have any kind of agenda at all. He just showed up, rang the doorbell, and proceeded watch funny videos with Pete on his smartphone.

First contact, everyone. Made possible by LolCats
First contact, everyone. Made possible by LolCats

This went on for about an hour, but then it was time for the alien to leave. You’d think he want to hang around longer and explore this new land, or at least analyze it for colonization, but he had more important places to be, so he teleported into his phallus-shaped space ship, and zoomed off into the night sky.

Godspeed, good sir. To you and your dong-ship
Godspeed, good sir, to you and your dong-ship

Pete, having just had the experience of a lifetime, went inside and took a shower, showing no signs of delirium, panic, or even extra excitement. It was as if he hadn’t just been visited by a being from another planet. Way to be SimEarth’s ambassador, Pete. Now the Vulcans will never notice us. Anyway, by now the rest of the house was waking up, mentioning nothing about the sonic boom that rattled the walls just two hours earlier. Though, Robi did have more important matters to attend to.

I’m guessing he’s writing a love letter. But to who??
I’m guessing he’s writing a love letter. But to who??

Such a mystery would never be realized, as he gave no further indication. He’s a total enigma, that Robi. Still, I couldn’t help wonder who he would be sending a love note too. My first guess was Janet, as she was the only person he’d ever been romantically involved with. But, knowing Robi, he could’ve just as easily written a love note to a head of lettuce. Even so, that’s love. Pete had never even written a love note to his girlfriend. Then again, that could also explain why she hadn’t called in over a week…But, there was no time to dwell on such things. MML had apparently made plans. They were going to the Seasonal Fair, to stuff their faces with elephant ears, puke behind the port-a-jons, and make fun of carnies. Hopefully. I actually had no idea what the Seasonal fair was.

Well, it has food trucks, so that’s a good start
Well, it has food trucks, so that’s a good start

For whatever reason, they decided to wait until 6 pm to go, even though they had the entire day off. By then, it was pretty deserted, which would normally mean no lines for any of the attractions, except there weren’t that many attractions here. There was a small playground for kids, a few food stalls, a roller skating rink, and a soccer field. Oh, and a curious table that Robi and Claudia were standing behind. Out of nowhere, they were joined by two other fair patrons who had apparently been waiting in the shadows for the perfect time to reveal themselves. And then, this happened.

Quite possibly the greatest picture ever taken
Quite possibly the greatest picture ever taken

It was a close race. Everyone’s pile of hotdogs depleted at just about the same rate. I knew Robi would have no problem, but I couldn’t fathom how Claudia was even in the contest, or how she was holding her own. I’m sure these weren’t vegetarian hot dogs, and it’s Claudia, the shy neat-freak. Yet there she was, tearing through those wieners like a woman possessed. In the end, however, it was down to Robi and that skinny blonde chick on the end. I’m pretty sure they both finished at the same time, but the game gave the award to the girl. I was about to have Robi challenge her to another contest, in order to determine who the true champion was, but then everyone started to feel…sick.

The woman in the black dressed had just run away and started spinning circles in the field behind them, presumably driven insane from the sheer amount of hot dogs she had just consumed
The woman in the black dressed had just run away and started spinning circles in the field behind them, presumably driven insane from the sheer amount of hot dogs she had just consumed

After that (and a few quiet minutes of adjusting their pants) it was time to enjoy the rest of the fair. As a group, they headed over to the skating rink, which had some of the worst lighting I’d ever seen. As they began, a skill bar popped up over their heads. I wasn’t sure which skill it was translating too, but none of them were all that good at it.

 They’ve either just fallen down, or they’re looking for a contact
They’ve either just fallen down, or they’re looking for a contact

After a thrilling half hour skating around and holding onto each other in an attempt to not fall over, it was time to move on. At this point, they dispersed and started to do their own things. Claudia made her way to the face painting booth, Farrah found some swings to chill out on, and Pete headed over towards the bathrooms. Robi continued to skate, or so I thought, until I clicked on him and saw this:

The worst part about this, is that someone had to paint his face like that, which meant there was an actual demon in the face-painting tent
The worst part about this, is that someone had to paint his face like that, which meant that there was an actual demon in the face-painting tent

You would think, since he voluntarily went into the tent, that he would be a little happy about it. I guess not. He looks more like a kid who’s being dragged around on his mom’s errands. Cheer up, Robi! You can wear your face like this when you play gigs. Like a demonic, skeletal version of Peter Criss. Face-paint atrocities aside, the rest of the night was spent enjoying the rest of the fair. And they were having a blast, despite Robi’s appearance of the contrary.

“Look at all this fun I’m having…” he said with no emotion at all
“Look at all this fun I’m having…” he said with no emotion at all

By this point, it was nearing midnight, and everyone was starting to feel tired. It was time to head home. It had definitely been a fun day. What’s not to love about a fair, even one without any rides, or carnies, or even an elephant ear. Ok, so it was a pretty disappointing fair, but at least the group enjoyed themselves.

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