Welcome to the Clover County Chronicles, an ongoing neighbourhood story in The Sims 2!
Warning: this journal may contain uncensored nudity, violence, profanity and sexual themes.
Updates Monday, Wednesday, and Friday every week!
Short one today.
And yet, it’s late!
I remember back when this was the only reliable way to kill a Sim.
Oh, how times have changed.
Clay here is cultivating one of the many new ways we have discovered.
Clay: I’D CLEAN IT UP BUT I CAN’T GET CLOSE
Abigail: Clean this shit up!
Clay: Haha! It’s funny because you’re a woman and I’m a man.
Abigail: The traditional gender role binary does not quite cover how utterly I own your ass.
Clay: Yeah, I like that about it.
Work Twins power: activate!
Clay: What kind of twins are we when we’re not dressed for work?
Aryan. Let’s not talk about it.
Clay: Wait! I forgot! I’m a criminal, I can skip work if I want to.
Clay: And this dude looks way more interesting.
Justus Bertino: These your butterflies? These shit butterflies.
Clay: I bet you know better butterflies, awesome hobo man.
Clay: I’m Clay Fuchs. Who are you?
Justuc: I’m Giveno Fuchs. Can’t you tell?
Clay: You’re too awesome for my lawn.
Justus: Don’t I know it.
Clay: I want to be like you when I grow up.
Cure anything rare today?
Abigail: Nope, just the common cold.
I bought you a trendy hipstermobile. You know, to go with your everything.
Abigail: Yeah, this definitely isn’t my final form.
Clay: You’re home early.
Abigail: Nope! It just feels that way because he’s not taking many pictures.
Do something interesting and I will.
Abigail: Hey Stephen.
That definitely doesn’t count.
Abigail: Do you know our son went and fucked around with my robots? Gave them yellow skin and everything. Did you touch him when he was little or something?
Abigail: Of course I don’t want to go out with you. I thought I made that very clear by refusing to sleep with you during several decades of marriage.
Stephen: I just thought you needed a short break after those eight kids I pumped into you.
Abigail: Were there seriously eight? Wow, natural selection sure hasn’t been kind to your genes.
I had lobster last night for dinner.
Abigail: Was it good?
I don’t remember. By the time this goes up it will have been like two months ago.
(Update: I do remember. It was fantastic.)
Abigail: What did you do all day?
Clay: And a little of this, too.
Abigail: Do you ever feel stupid because you’re uneducated and I’m a genius?
Clay: Only when you bluntly bring it up.
Abigail: I just want to make sure you’re the one for me. I’m thinking about spending the rest of your life with you.
Clay: Aww! That’s… wait. You mean the rest of your life, right?
Abigail: No, that’s stupid.
Abigail: I’ll understand if you say no, since the last time I was gonna ask a guy, I accidentally murdered him…
Abigail: But Clay, will you be my bitch? I mean, my wife? I mean, my kept man?
Clay: Yes sir I will!
Abigail: And I totally don’t immediately regret this decision either.
Clay: Ooooh, it’s gonna be so hard not to hock this… and steal it back later.
Abigail: .oO(At least he’d steal it back…)
Clay: You would look smokin’ with a monocle, baby.
Abigail: I’m taking some of your lobster.
Abigail: Never mind.
Clay: Do you ever feel unfulfilled because you’re a genius and I’m uneducated?
Abigail: It’s an acquired taste.
Clay: You could use some of your science magic on me and send me to college!
Abigail: Do you really want that kind of disappointment at your stage in life?
Abigail: Would it really be better to be a dropout criminal than just a normal, bog-standard criminal?
Clay: Well how ’bout I eat your leftovers, bitch.
You’ve already created sentient robots. What more are you hoping to learn?
Abigail: I’m gonna write the definitive works on all the major branches of science.
Abigail: So I can figure out how to clone myself.
Clay: As long as you don’t take it in shifts to boss me around.
Abigail: Who needs shifts when you’ve got an energizer?
Happy Birthday, Clay! Make a wish!
Abigail: He probably would, too. What was I thinking.
Abigail: Ohhhh, right. I was thinking about his body.
Abigail: Woo! Robots!
Clay: Way cooler than sleep!
Abigail: Sleep is for undergrads.
Don’t bring your work home with you, Clay.
Abigail’s work, on the other hand, is her home.
Abigail: “Tinkering with Tinkering: A Primer in Prototechnics” by Abigail Young.
Abigail: “To Clay: you are the baseline that inspires me to excel. You.”
Clay: Are you insulting me in my sleep, too?
Abigail: I am always insulting you.
Abigail: “The key to discovery is poise. Always puff out your chest, and always extend your pointing finger to the stars.”
Abigail: “They key to failure is also poise.”
Brooke: My route gets all the science weirdos.
Be careful they don’t kidnap you for experiments.
Abigail: This would go a lot easier if I had some test subjects.
Clay: And that’s my cue to leave…
Abigail: This shouldn’t be so hard. I’m at the top of my game! I’m perpetually thirty.
It can’t have anything to do with your fucked-up body chemistry, that’s for sure.
Abigail: Leave the knowledge to the Knowledge Sims, honey.
Abigail: Let’s try an intelligence test.
Next time: a plot development.
Remember when we used to have those?