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Tyrian Digs Deeper

Tyrian made a rudimentary investigation of the secret lab but couldn’t make much progress due to a very heavy door blocking off the lower levels. With not enough time to look closely he heads to his first day of work at a different laboratory.

As socially awkward as he is, he makes fast friends with all his colleagues, including the 3D printing inventing AI.

His best friend at work is Nalani Mahi’ai, who is most certainly a mermaid but Tyrian has no idea about that. Too bad this isn’t a standard legacy because Nalani would be prime spouse material. So best friends it is.

Tyrian’s first work day consists of working on experiments. His first success was the creation of the Synthetic Food Serum.

His day also consists of using the work computers to work on his programming (and goofing off).

For such a long work day, the work itself is very relaxed.

Every day after work Tyrian sifted through the files left in desks and scattered on the floor of the secret lab, until he amassed a dossier full of strange photographs, witness accounts and confusing files.

He travelled to the local library to go over everything (as he did not feel safe at home with the possessed roaming his yard) and he met a fellow academic type who might be able to shed some light on what he discovered.

Tyrian: So, about that secret lab…

Scientist: I don’t know what you are talking about.

Tyrian: Don’t insult me. I have compiled this mountain of evidence in that lab at the north of town that points to something untoward, at least show me some professional courtesy.

Scientist: Fine. Take my key card and look deeper if you dare. Just do not implicate me when you don’t like what you find.

The next day after work Tyrian went strait to the secret lab with the key card to investigate further.

Tyrian: *cough* *cough* Fascinating. I wonder, are these particles some sort of spore?

Immediate regrets.

Tyrian: Ţ̵̄̾H̵̱̓Ė̴̦̮̗̈́́̐͝ ̸̬͕͊͐A̶̘̪̓͐R̴̤̣̺̺͗̈͛͆̋B̵͈͈͊̆̈́Ȍ̶̥̱͈͎͍͝Ŗ̸̡͎̲̺̫͗̇̑͌̿ͅË̶̡̛͉̜̮̹́̈́̒͆̊́A̸̡͖͆́L̸̟͖̦̤̆͂̾̈́̎́ ̷̡͓̤̦̖̌̏M̵̞̔̽̏́̑͜͠͝Ḯ̷̤̟̦̎̉͑͠͝N̸̯̳͒́D̵̩̂̾͗͋̈́̂ͅ ̴̰̯̦͔̗̳̅́͊́̆ͅD̴͔̞͕͓̺͑̅͊̒̒Ȓ̵͉̬̦͙́́̄̽̈E̷̥̤̭̓̓̓̿̒̋͝A̶̧̲̺̝̮̱̥͛̈́̂͗̈́̏M̶̛̛͖̰͍͕̈́͘S̶͚̺͖̳̓̀́̉͒͘͝ͅ ̸̖͓̟̹͎̓̈́T̸̪͚͉̼̬͛͗̄̔H̷̡̪̹̙̎̑̆̃̾̐́R̷̫͒̇̓͊͠Ő̴̘̦̘̪̪̝̀͋̊̿̉́U̴͙̇̒̾̃͝G̶̗͓͙̈̌͛̉̑̔̕H̶̠̫̗́ ̸̼͉̬̙͚́͜ͅŎ̵̮͕̩̱̪̹Ũ̸͉͍̞̭̫̻̍̓̿̌R̴̛̠̲͎̹͉͕͈͐͌̅͑̊͠ ̷̳̣̹̈́̅̊̓̑F̴̨͙̬͔̮̎͝L̴͖̞̝͚̇̈̋ͅE̷̤̰̪͖̠̲̋͗͐S̴̡̧̛̗̮͈̗̀̇͑̓̕͜H̶̺͖̮͔̟̋̾̿Y̴̘͉̑̐̿̍̈́ ̵̠̼̘͗̔̌͌͝E̴̞̲̦̭̫͓̥̓͋͗̄̚͝Ỵ̵̡̯̫̭̙̆̾̈́͑̈́̿͊Ȩ̶͕̻̲̃S̷̪̝̅̓̊̈́͒͝

Clearly Tyrian will need a safer way to traverse this laboratory.

Parting shot: Tyrian asked this Spook about StrangerVille and she stared him down with a “nothing to see here” while possessed strolled right behind her. She then proceeded to stand on the spot, watching Tyrian’s house the entire night.

Tyrian hates it at home.

~*~ Previous Grauerwolfe Chapter / Next Grauerwolfe Chapter ~*~

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Grauerwolfe Occult Legacy

Welcome Tyrian Grauerwolfe, to your very own Legacy challenge. You start with the Paranoid, Genius, and Socially Awkward traits. You have the Strangerville Mystery trait, and you are going to join the scientist career track!

Tyrian: I’m now a founder, I see! I get to live on a 50 x 50 lot and eventually get very wealthy. Is this then my mansion behind me?

So about that. That is your neighbour’s house. This is where you will be living for the time being:

Tyrian: Well at least it has a view. My father said he had to start living on his lawn, must I do the same?

No, lucky you, I have downloaded a starter home for you:

This starter home was made by Deligracy, it looked cabin enough to me. I am playing with it unfurnished to play within the starting 20k, and only bought furniture for Tyrian I could afford with the remainder simoleons I had.

The rules say the founder’s house needs to be a cabin or trailer. I’m not sure if that is a specific lot type but a starter home shouldn’t affect much I don’t think.

The rules also say this generation’s colour is orange, but Tyrian will ALWAYS be from the violet generation in my eyes.

Tyrian: What the hell is this? I cannot recall any plant that looked this strange growing on the Grauerwolfe estate, and my father and sister maintained an orchard of plasma fruit trees.

Tyrian: Is that…the wealthy neighbour who lives across the road? Why the hell is he walking so strangely?

Tyrian: Sir, do you require medical assistance?

Ted Roswell: J̶̲͇͇̭͔̻̞̆̓́̀̆͘Ơ̷͚̦̐̍̇̌͒̏̚͠Ì̶̢̛̛̠̥̖̹͖͐̇͂͝Ń̶̨̺̲͖͈̖̩̭̕͜͠ ̷̛̟̘̳̤͗̈͋̂̑̆̈́̏Ù̴̪̓̈́̒͛̾S̷͉̳͓̤̟̰̮̑̔͛͝

Tyrian: Well that’s creepy. Snap out of it! *slap slap slap*

The welcome wagon that arrived on Tyrian’s front deck were also similarly afflicted.

Jess Sigworth: T̵̪̣́̈́̍͝H̸͎̹̻̼̹̲̙͆̽E̴̟̬̺̞̝̯͔͘ ̶̨̯͈̣̼͈̽͒͛M̶̢̛̝̜͚̦̳̺̐͒̾͒Ȯ̴͓͋̿̉̿̚T̵̨̥̜̯̥͉̍̉͂̇̉͘H̶̨̲͇̜̖̾͌̆͋͜ͅĚ̵͈R̸͉͓̼̣̙͉̎́ ̷̥̫̽̍͜ͅÇ̷͍̝̰͙͌͑͋̇A̶͙̠̮̘̩͒̌͆̓͒̉Ļ̵̩̪̳̻̈́́͜L̶͖̪͔̗̣̬̉͛̅͘͝S̶̢̼̙̟͙̥̍̄̋̕ ̷̛̼́͒͛̍͝Ȧ̸̧̓̈́N̶̙̆̈́̊̍͝D̶̢̨̜̓͌͛ ̷͇͎͇̮̥̦̋̏̇̑͠Ḭ̴̄̈́̕ ̶̪̀M̶̡̜̼̝̓̓U̵̢̲͔̓̍̈́̌̓͆Š̸̻̭͔̣̲̊̾͂͆T̴̼̣̈́̈ ̵̟̰̹̲̠̇̚͜A̷̛̫̳̝̯͋̇͛͊N̸̛͓͖̭͑̈́̌̿S̴̼̩̯͖̪͕̑̆́̀̊͜͝W̶̡̎̾̓Ë̴͉̪̐͆̔̈́R̴̬̖̍͗̀͊̐̌̐ͅ

Tyrian: I’m too socially awkward to handle the bonkers way you are conducting yourself! *slap slap slap*

Tyrian: *In serious pain* They won’t let me slap them!

Adrien Rust: T̴̳͔̦͙̬̤̫̆͌̀̈̿̎̑͊̚H̸̜̘̺̘̭̘̺͌̾̓͐͋͘͝E̴̡̢̛͙̤̲̱̯̦̻͕͒̈́́̊̍̆̽͗́͑͗̓̕͜͝ͅ ̴̡̨̞͙̰͔͕̬̹͍̜̽̉̂͆͆́͆M̶̯̙̤̱͖͚͖͚̪̭̮͖͔͗͛̂̂̇̍̌̈́ͅO̴̢̻̩͔̤̖͉̝͙̥͓͚̬͋̿̒͊̓̉̔͜ͅT̵̨̘̱͕͙͓̤̗̝̽͛̉̿̐̏́̍́H̵̡̨̠̱̗̱̳̊̎̇̈́͆͐Ȩ̵̺̟͈̬̖͍͙̓̍̄̂̅́̀͌̕͜R̶̛̥̱̲̩̣͍̪͓̅̋̈́͐̄̋̌̑̌̌̐͝ ̵̙̠̥̥͇̗̅̑̅̔̆͌́́̇͊̿͆̈͝K̶̗̺̈́̒́N̶̲̬̖̘̗̗̖̦̪̤̾͗͜Ǫ̸̛̺̟͇̦̞͎͍̯̤̻̝͒͑̈́̇́̊̑̐̀̈̄̕͜͝͝ͅW̸̨̛̰͗́̍͒̿́̇̾̆̃̈́̂͝͠S̶̛̳͓͈͚̼̮̎̆̒̈́̈́͒̆͑͌̀́͝͝ͅ ̷̡͖̬̜̟̹̤͌͌̇̐̔̏͒ͅA̸͚̱̙̻͇͈̒͋̽͠L̵̢̨̧̜̠̯̬̥̠͖͕̝̟͑̋͑̉̚ͅL̴̢̥̟̤̰̺͙̱̰̰̹̮̲͍̱̉͝ ̵̨͍̠̩͈͚̠̤̯̝̹͔͈͚̭̓͐͌͆̀̀̀̑͑͘͝͠Ḑ̸̻͎̗̗̥̭̹̜̼͈̾̑̋̉̉́̑̀̈̒͠ͅͅǑ̴̡̟̰̞̠̎̃̒͜͝ͅ ̶̧͉̠͍̝̫͖̰̭̤̂̈̓̇̿͐͌̅͒̒̑͑͠N̴̺̬̓͛̄͌O̷̢̧̞̩̙̬͌͒̌̆̀͘͠ͅͅT̴̛̙̫̭͍͍̙̑̋͛̽̆̿͆̔̾̔̏ ̷̡̛̣̝̜̜͒̀̿̾͐̊̀̓͆͐͗̚ͅR̷̡̢̧̟̠̟͔͇̖̼͑̍̈̀̚͜E̵̮̳̱̬̫̾̅̀̀̇̐̈̾̂́̏͒̍̋͌S̷̖̥͚̱̳̝̠̣̒͘͜͜I̶̧̲̪̦̤̼̼̹̘͙͛̒̂͜͠S̴̨̜̪̱̘̤͙̀̊͐̎̇̄͑ͅT̶̢̛̹͍̬̮̝̲̭̥̩͊̓͐̎̓̀̉̃ ̵̡̼͍̝̘͈̘́̀͊̏̉̈́̋́̏̿͂͜͝Ḩ̵̡̬̫͔̠̙̺̜̤͕̘͙͑̔̈͝͝Ḛ̵̛̟̳͚̘̜̎̋͑̆̀R̶̨͓̬̲̱̾̅̓͊̐͊̓̎̕

All Tyrian wants to do is evade the very traumatising social situation but he can’t leave the lot.

Spook: This fridge is contaminated, we must confiscate it.

He can’t leave the lot because the men in black won’t let him leave while being investigated. A very tense first day for Tyrian.

Once he is allowed to leave he heads to the library to gather his composure, as he does NOT feel safe at home. Thankfully there were no possessed sims around, but he did happen across the Curio Shop.

Tyrian: You look like you have your wits about you! What in earth is going on around here?

Erwin Pries: Aliens. Or the secret lab. But, probably aliens.

Erwin nods sagely. Tyrian isn’t so sure about aliens, but a lab? He’s (about to be) a scientist! He can check it out before he has to start work tomorrow.

With nothing else left to do, Tyrian goes home to get his breakfast ready for tomorrow.

Tyrian: Agh! I’m no good at this. I remember being better.

So that’s a wrap for the intro chapter. I’m really excited to get to the the StrangerVille content (coincidently I’m also watching Stranger Things at the same time) and I’m very excited to get to the next generation, Aliens.

Parting shot: Tyrian scouting the Secret Lab before work with facial hair he grew himself. That is a new sims feature to me!

~*~ Next Grauerwolfe Chapter~*~

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A Legacy Dies

My last post to this blog was in the middle of the pandemic. A lot has changed.

I’ve moved house AGAIN.

I’ve separated from my husband.

I was in a car accident.

I had a cancer removed from my forehead.

I’m 9 months pregnant.

So yeah I haven’t played The Sims or posted anything in some time. I even stopped playing D&D as the stress was just too much. The only game I have consistently played for a significant amount of time is Wolvden.

I was looking for a game that I could easily pick up and put down during the lead up until I give birth, and then play during night feedings establishing a routine (might be optimistic there heh). A game I can pick up and put down easily. The Sims is perfect. Unfortunately another thing that has happened since 2021 is my crappy laptop had a meltdown, and I bought a new one.

I wasn’t concerned about my Sims 4 Legacy, as I swear I had backed up the save to USB (I didn’t), and at the very least the family was backed up to the Exchange (they weren’t). I had backed up the document that I was using to keep score, but that is useless without the save. It seems Aster’s last wave to the camera was in fact a wave goodbye.

All is not lost. I managed to save a copy of the Legacy Lot to the exchange, so I can use it in future games. I also managed to save one special Legacy sim to the Exchange, so I have a sim for my next game sorted.

I’m really thankful for this blog. Not too many people happen by this blog, not too many looking for Sim stories, not in the day of YouTube Let’s Plays and Twitch, so it really feels like my little part of the internet. I love that the Grauerwolfe Legacy, if incomplete at gen 3 (as is my modus operandi) exists somewhere, in the timeless expanse of the web. The only other place I blog about what I’ve been doing in a game is the Unofficial Bioware Fan Forums where I blog about my Dragon Age playthroughs. Given how the Dragon Age Keep looks like it might be on the chopping block, and the thread where I post what I do each play session is shared with countless others, AND I have lost most of the screenshots I have taken of my characters having them stored on non permanent imaging servers – this place feels like mine. It feels permanent. And even if the blog itself might not last forever, the ability to move screenshots and posts elsewhere is far more under my control than it would be elsewhere.

And even though only a few visit here, who cares in the end. I play The Sims for me. And for those of you subscribed for Sims 4 Legacy content, there is a new game underway you might enjoy reading about in the very near future.

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Well, on the subject of dolls

This is no longer a doll blog.

It hasn’t been for some time, I’ve just put up odd episodes for my Sims 4 story every now and again, but I’ll just officially say it. I donated most of my monster high collection months ago. And truth be told, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. It was large, hard to maintain…and I wasn’t enjoying having them at all. I still have my Pullips and BJD, which were always are more smaller and manageable collection – and I still have not bought a new one of those for some time.

I probably won’t for a long time to come either.

I moved house for the millionth time, yay for renting, and me being so precious and stressed out over the safety of tubs of Monster High is what made me think: I don’t want the stress anymore. There is no “doll room” any more, just three Ikea Deltolfs spread about the house. I feel free and happy about this.

I could spend $300 on a new Pullip or BJD or I could you know…not. This too, is freeing.

What spurned me to post this now?

Because a monster stole a child. This monster collected dolls. I didn’t know him, wrong state, wrong dolls even. But I’m still going to be painted with the same brush as him regardless. So this is me, as best as I can, giving my thoughts on the matter. No child, no human, should ever be forcibly removed from safety, be made to feel unsafe, and be subject to the trauma she has gone through. No family should ever go through the fear her family has felt, not knowing if they will see their child again. Plus all the rest of the horror that that little baby girl and her family has experienced that I can’t even begin to comprehend.

Even before Covid I rarely went to doll meets, as I had posted previously. Covid shut down the social aspect of the Australian doll community. This has most probably buried it:

The fate of the Australian doll community PALES in comparison to what this monster did to this little girl. And I am not in anyway trying to say otherwise.

I have no idea how to end this post. I don’t really collect anymore. Fuck the monster who stole that poor child. Fuck the whole situation.