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A Sims 3 Experiment: Day 5

Day 5: Still a Better Love Story than Twilight

Last up on the first-run check list was Ms. Farrah Knox, the red-haired minx who may or may not be the group’s last chance to stay even on the “bat-shit crazy” meter. However, upon arriving at Farrah’s apartment, I knew some hijinks were afoot. For one, it was 12:30 am, and she was not in bed, despite being sleepy. I could only assume that I would find her swimming around the ocean, or waist deep in a dumpster. Maybe even in bed with Robi. I didn’t expect her to be driving. In her own car. Five days old, and already driving. I have no idea where the car came from. But, there was also a book and a stereo in her inventory, so perhaps she did do some dumpster diving and struck gold.

The car may be junk, but she still stole it from somewhere
          The car may be junk, but she still stole it from somewhere

After a quick drive, she arrived at The Grind dance club, even more sleepy than before, but determined to have an awesome night, or pass out trying. Of course, the first thing to do at any club is get a drink, and that’s just what she did, chatting up the bartender in the process.

She was totally asking if her hair makes her look like Miley Cyrus
            She was totally asking if her hair makes her look like Miley Cyrus

But then, the urge to sleep became too strong, even for this wild party animal, and before her drink had even been mixed, she called it a night and drove home. I think it’s safe to say the sanity scale has been tipped towards lunacy.

After sleeping until 11 the next morning, Farrah awoke with a rumble in her belly. Luckily, she chose to forgo the apparently common breakfast of cold soup, and opted instead for ice cream.

Has no one in this town heard of a pancake?
                              Has no one in this town heard of a pancake?

She did at least show love for her instrument, as she left the tub of ice cream sitting on the table and started rocking out. She actually already had a few points in the guitar skill, much higher than the other three, so at least she’s serious about her tunes.

Girls apparently hate to play any instrument while wearing pants. Note the abandoned and presumably liquefied tub of ice cream in the foreground
Girls apparently hate to play any instrument while wearing pants. Note the abandoned and presumably liquefied tub of ice cream in the foreground

She took a short break from jamming by watching the last five minutes of something on TV, followed by a half hour of watching a black screen, before resuming the guitar, proving that sometimes, your mind can literally explode, and just needs a little time to recharge.

Still a better love story than Twilight
                                Still a better love story than Twilight

The rest of the night was relatively boring. A bowl of cereal, more guitar playing, and finally sleep. Perhaps she just has an urge to party every now and then, which isn’t all that crazy. But, the real question is how will all four interact upon their first meeting? That will be answered next time, when the day of first contact arrives.

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A Sims 3 Experiment: Day 4

Day 4: Pants Optional

Following the men’s eye-opening experiences, I began to feel slightly nervous. So far, half of the band has shown some kind of potentially self-destructive quirk that could possibly kill the entire plan before it even gets started. After just two days, I can already imagine Robi trying to eat Pete’s bass before our ginger Samson completely obliterates that crazy Frenchman with some kind of hidden beast strength. But, I kept my chin up and carried on, jumping over to shy Claudia for some normal, undamaged Simitude.

Like a normal person, she woke up at 9am. Unlike a normal person, she then proceeded to yell at the fridge
Like a normal person, she woke up at 9am. Unlike a normal person, she then proceeded to yell at the fridge

After a champion’s breakfast of cold soup, Claudia went to the bathroom, like everyone does in the morning. And, being the neat freak that she is, she washed her hands. Unfortunately, the super of her apartment must be a terrible man, because the sink broke, sending water spraying into the air and all over the bathroom floor. We’ve all been there. A pipe bursts, the faucet handle snaps off, the toilet overflows. Whatever it is, it’s no fun. And Claudia agrees. She just apparently gives less of a shit than anyone else, because rather than trying to fix it, or even calling anyone, she decided to head on over to her keyboard for a morning jam session. Like Pete, she focused on that instrument like it was the only thing left in the world. Honestly, being a musical virtuoso, this doesn’t fall outside the realm of normal. Especially compared to Robi. I can even understand her lack of apparent awareness that the floor behind her was slowly growing more and more saturated with leaky-sink water.

Claudia Rodriguez will always let you know when she gives a fuck. This was not one of those times
Claudia Rodriguez will always let you know when she gives a fuck. This was not one of those times

After a solid afternoon and early evening of ticklin’ the ivories, the looming presence of an untidy home must have begun to overwhelm her thoughts. She needed to mop up that puddle. It was more important than the keyboard, and that’s saying something.

Claudia, attempting to mop up an ever-growing puddle, while reminiscing of a time when there were no sinks
Claudia, attempting to mop up an ever-growing puddle, while reminiscing of a time when there were no sinks

She mopped that puddle to perfection. Unfortunately, as the sink was still haywire, the floor never achieved optimum dryness, and the puddle soon returned. Unphased, Ms. Rodriguez decided that the only solution to this problem was to fix it herself, despite no skills, knowledge, or experience. Two hours and a thorough re-mopping later, the sink had been fixed and the floor was wonderfully dry. And, as sleep began to descend over the intrepid young woman, she looked back at her work with a nod, and called it a day.

Fixing a broken sink – pants optional
                              Fixing a broken sink – pants optional

At least there’s one sane person in this band. Whether the fact that it’s the shy one is saying anything, I’m not sure yet. But, at least she knows how to fix plumbing.

A Sims 3 Experiment: Day 3

Day 3: Dat Bass!

In contrast to Robi’s lifestyle, an average day in Pete’s world is much more down to SimEarth. He sleeps until noon, grabs a bowl of cold soup from the fridge, and watches cartoons, just like he surely did as a wee child. There was one slight detail that I noticed fairly early on.

Can anyone spot it?
                                                  Can anyone spot it?

 I had figured that under his sick bowler, Pete was sporting a normal hair cut of the “short” variety, or at least short enough to not show beneath the hat. Oh no. Not this guy. Behold, the true hair of Pete Hopper! Just look at that fiery mane of ginger opulence. Dear lord, how much conditioner does this guy use? And what does he do with it every day? Does he tie it into a samurai bun on top of his head, or does he just cram it all up into his hat, like a birds’ nest? Whatever the answers, Pete was not sharing, for the clock had just struck Bass, and by God, did Pete strum that beast like nothing else even mattered.

See this face? This is the face of a guy who freaking loves the bass!
             See this face? This is the face of a guy who freaking loves the bass!

Nothing could deter him from playing on. That is, until the old, cold soup flowing through his intestines finally reduced him to a cramp-wracked mess, and he relieved himself in such a way that not only clogged his toilet, but that of at least four of his neighbors. You understand why I’m not including a picture of this. But, once this Campbell’s Evacuation was complete, he was right back at it, not even bothering to fix the toilet. Pete is all bass, all the time baby.

Pete, during his post-dump bass session, seemingly getting a bit too intimate with his instrument…
Pete, during his post-dump bass session, seemingly getting a bit too intimate with his instrument…

 After another five hours of jamming, I made the decision to pull Pete out of his bass-ish fantasy and cancel his action. He walked away, stretched, and then went right back to playing the damn bass! I could’ve sworn he looked up at me through the screen, his eyes boring into mine as if saying “Pull me away from Bertha again, I fucking dare you.” I knew better than to stand between a man and his true love, and so I acquiesced to his four-stringed devotion. He then proceeded to slap away at that bass until 1am, when only the stabbing pangs of hunger managed to make it through his shield of oblivion. Apparently, two things matter in Pete’s life: playing the bass, and eating.

I believe he’s calling out to the SimGods, telling them where exactly he wants to be fed
I believe he’s calling out to the SimGods, telling them where exactly he wants to be fed

Of course, after a day filled with such adventure and excitement, it was understandable that Pete would need his rest. And so, wearing the same clothes he woke up in, Pete Hopper placed a firm yet gentle kiss on Bertha’s quivering strings, crawled into bed, and dreamed of the bass.

And, of sparkling houses apparently. Also note, Bertha the Bass watching Pete while he sleeps
And, of sparkling houses apparently. Also note, Bertha the Bass watching Pete while he sleeps

A Sims 3 Experiment: Day 2

From here on out, each post will focus on a day (or two) on the journey of these four rascals. First up is Robi, the band’s drummer.

Day 2:  A Day in the Life of Robi Duboise

In order to actually start a band in the Sims, the members need to have at least one point in an instrument, otherwise it would just be a group of people smacking their hands against instruments. This was my second step for my Sims. Oddly enough, when I switched back to each one, they were already playing and learning on their own. Everyone, except Robi. His house was empty upon jumping back, the lights off, and a thin layer of dust collecting atop his drum set.

An ominous silence looms within these walls…
An ominous silence looms within these walls…
              

Where was the bad boy of the group? Oh you know, just swimming around in the middle of bay, at 8:30 PM, in dress clothes and a new haircut for some reason. What the fuck, Robi?

Totally something that a normal person would do
Totally something that a normal person would do

I decided to let him do his thing, and just watch. Perhaps this was just a ritual of sorts, to put his mind in the zone and get those drumming juices flowing. He swam around a bit more, doggy paddling right through a school of what appeared to be puffer fish before casually strolling out of the tide, up onto the beach, over a hill, and onto a pathway, still in his presumably soaked clothes. After a short cab ride to the subway station, I figured he was on his way home. He was starting to get tired, and even the craziest people need to sleep every now and then.

Robi entering the subway, not descending into some underground lunatic rave as I initially suspected
Robi entering the subway, not descending into some underground lunatic rave                                                                                                       as I initially suspected

 What I had failed to notice was the little box in the upper left corner. You may realize what it is. But, I was too busy watching him take yet another cab to a dead-end alley to notice. That is, until the dude flips open the top of a dumpster and jumps all up in that shit. Without even the slightest prodding from me, this crazy bastard decided that the perfect night would consist of fully clothed midnight swimming, followed up by a trip to some seedy alley for a quick dip in refuse. It’ll be a miracle if he doesn’t emerge from the dumpster with 12 different kinds of Hepatitis.

Perhaps this is just how he gets his ideas. Lady Gaga wears a meat dress, Robi Duboise dolphin dives into a big, steel container of shit
Perhaps this is just how he expresses his creativity. Lady Gaga wears a meat dress, Robi                                              Duboise dolphin dives into a big, steel container of shit

Only after a good half hour of being buried headfirst in old Chinese food and dirty diapers did he decide it was time to head on home. And so, surrounded by the thick, green haze Robi refers to as his “Champion Scent”, he took a cab back to his house, took a shower, and hit the hay, dreaming of demons with empty eye sockets, or whatever it is that bat-shit crazy people dream about.

              Goodnight, sweet psycho
                                                                                        Goodnight, sweet psycho

A Sims 3 Experiment

The Sims 3 is a curious game. Over five years after its initial launch, and now only a few months from the release of the next installment, the life simulator juggernaut still continues to command fanatic loyalty. While it is definitely a blast creating a Sim and guiding them through that journey called Life, I thought it could be interesting, (and possibly hilariously entertaining) to conduct an experiment. What kind of experiment, you ask? Well, it’s two-fold in a way. The overt purpose would be to find out if four random Sims, all with a love of music and talent with a specific instrument, could come together and form one of the greatest bands the SimWorld has ever known. But, on a more subtle level, it would focus on how closely the life in the Sims could mirror real life.

During this experiment, I’ll be focusing on a few different questions, such as: How much outside influence would this ragtag bunch of miscreants need in order to lead them to one another, as well as set them upon the path of drugs, sex, and rock & roll? Would they experience the loss of bandmates, either through burnout, break up, or a SimDrug bender gone bad? Would they experience the Yoko Ono treatment? Would they be able to live normal lives while fulfilling the needs of the band, or would the band become their only existence? The answers are most definitely out there, and I intend to find (and share) them through a series of stories and updates, detailing the current progress of these Simlish virtuosos. With any luck, I’ll end up with a memorable experience, and more than a few laughs.  So, before the groupies start to get restless, let’s turn this thing up to 11 and get started.

Week 1: Dreams

Day 1: The Beginning

A new day. The dawn casts its muted glow over hills awash in grey monotony. Bridgeport – A land crying out for color, for life, and most importantly, for great tunes. It yearns to be a place of opportunity, of dreams, of desires held close to the heart. And, though the inevitable continuation of the dull and dreary is all but nigh, deep down within the very soul of the town is a small grain of light, its pleasant glow barely managing to keep the shadows of despair at bay. What is this light? It is only a simple wish, a wish for four fresh souls, eager to rock out. Hold tight to that wish, fair city. Deliverance is at hand…

Before I created my four Sims, I laid myself some ground rules to follow over the course of their lifetimes. First and foremost, I would try to keep my interaction with them limited, unless certain opportunities or scenarios arose that required my intervention. This included making sure each Sim began to learn his or her respective instrument, sending them towards the same general area for that first initial meeting, forcing them to talk to each other in case they decided to torpedo the experiment from the get go, and other “maintenance” type controls. Beyond that, I want to leave them to grow and live on their own – whether that means forgoing band practice in favor of an all night party, going fishing instead of heading to a gig, or even dying in a fire. Will this approach work? I have no idea, but I’m expecting a fair bit of entertainment regardless.

Now, the first step to all of this is creating the Sims themselves. I wasn’t really going for a unified appearance for this band, so I simply clicked randomize appearance, and went with what fate delivered. I wasn’t disappointed.

Lead Guitarist: Farrah Knox

Farrah

Despite having a name that a porn star might consider, Farrah is already kicking things off in the most awesome way. With only a few clicks of the randomize button, I arrived at this gem of perfection – complete with the red “rooster crest” hair, Snooki-esque makeup, and genuine Pink Zebra hide dress. It was if the game was sensing my thoughts, channeling my desires that my Sims have that edge of crazy that makes everyone laugh. So far, so good.

I will be tweaking their characteristics a bit. I’d like them to focus on the highly technical term of “band stuff”, so each Sim will have the Artistic and Virtuoso traits. The other three will be whatever the SimGods have seen fit to bestow. In Farrah’s case, she seems perfectly suited for lead guitarist with Party Animal and Charismatic. Though, I’m not sure what impact Angler will have… With a Lifetime Wish of Rock Star, and a favorite food of hot dogs, she was all set to head out into the world.

The wild Red-Crested Snooki in her natural habitat. When disturbed, she will project her gel-hardened hair at the nearest intruder.
The wild Red-Crested Snooki in her natural habitat. When disturbed, she will project her gel-hardened hair at the nearest intruder.

 

 

Bassist: Pete Hopper

Pete

Meet Pete Hopper. Just look at that suave, bearded bastard rocking that bowler like nothing less than the boss he is. Or, the hipster that he was before it was cool. Whatever the case may be, his gingerness brings both a touch of class and a hint of crazy that all truly epic bass players must have. His traits, on the other hand, are…interesting to say the least.

He’s a clumsy, overly excitable, hopeless romantic hipster. Pete is definitely a special guy. For his Lifetime Wish, I chose to go with Hit Movie Composer – still on the music path, and just as likely to be part of a band, but perhaps this will be a source of conflict within the band down the road. Only time will tell!

Understandably, after a busy day moving into his new apartment, Pete relaxed in front of the TV and watched a thrilling show about Colonel Sanders
Understandably, after a busy day moving into his new apartment, Pete relaxed in front of the TV and watched a thrilling show about Colonel Sanders

 

 

Drummer: Robi Duboise

Robi

Now I know the game is in this with me 100%. Why? Because of Robi Duboise, the French, black, emo drummer who will for sure go down in history as one of the craziest dudes who has ever lived, in the SimWorld or the real word. How can I say this before I’ve even finished creating him? Look at these traits! With the exception of Artistic (I got rid of Green Thumb for it), these were just waiting for me – the perfect combination of crazy, lewd, and musical genius to earn him a spot in the annals of history. He probably ripped those jeans on his barbed-wire mattress, or on the beaks of the pigeons he wrestles with every day.

If he doesn’t throw a TV into a pool and start at least five fires, I’m going to be upset. I gave him the Rock Star Lifetime Wish, but I won’t be surprised if he ends up Jimi Hendrix’ing it well before such a wish is fulfilled.

Surprisingly, he’s the only BandSim who owns his own house. Not so surprising is that his first action is to go sit in a corner and give the wall a demon-stare.
Surprisingly, he’s the only BandSim who owns his own house. Not so surprising is that his first action is to go sit in a corner and give the wall a demon-stare.

 

 

Keyboardist: Claudia Rodriguez

Claudia

Rounding out the band is Claudia Rodriguez, a girl who seems much too cute and innocent to be caught in the same room as Robi “I’ll Swallow Your Soul” Duboise, let alone be in a band with him. But, perhaps she’s one of those people whose inner-selves are completely different from their outward appearance.

Though, based on the fact that she’s a shy, neat vegetarian whose Lifetime Wish is being surrounded by family, I’m thinking not. Maybe she has a lot of inner turmoil, and can only express it through the majesty of song? Or, perhaps her melodious notes will be what it takes to soothe the savage beast that is Robi. Whatever the outcome, this is the hand that fate has dealt me.

Of course, she’s the only one to actually start playing their instrument
Of course, she’s the only one to actually start playing their instrument

Will our future lay somewhere in front of a crowd of screaming fans, or in the back of an ambulance, needle hanging out of our arm? Let’s go find out, shall we?