The old archive, with broken images, is archived
here. If you feel like poking around in there anyway and see a thumbnail that looks amusing, let me know and I can dig the full-sized shot up for you.
Anyway, this is my critically acclaimed project where Soldat Forum members are recreated and set loose in The Sims 2. My approach is mostly a hands-off one, allowing the AI to run everybody into his own little rut in the ground, but intervening occasionally to prevent the house from getting reposessed or something. Surprisingly, nobody's died yet.
Currently, we have:
Stalky, Chakra
(Ru), Dascoo, Papasurf, Demonic, The Geologist, DrivenUnder and Ren the chihuahua.
There's a waiting list for new entries, naturally. You will notice that many of them are punctuated by question marks -- these entries are kind of in jeopardy. Any name followed by a question mark will be skipped for now, and it can be A) Because they've left the forums, B) Because they changed names when the forum switch occurred and I don't know what they changed to, C) Because they haven't provided enough information, or D) Because I'm kind of an idiot and just have no idea who the hell they are. If you see yourself with a question mark, post in this thread to let me know that you're still around and want to get in, and I'll get rid of it. Otherwise, I'm gonna start trimming them off. That all said, here's the actual list:
One Gram (You know, Cross, the Dew-Head, the Beardy Dude)
Swarmer (?)
SoulSnipa (?)
Kazuki
SDFilm
Mothafix
Captain Ben
wormdundee (?)
Zero72The Bone Collector
Swazo (?)
Lapis Lazuli
SadistatHeart
Muffin
Zegovia
Liber Lupus
Rambo_6 (?)
Vltava (?)
Death MachineX350 (?)
RabidTreeFrog
Outcast (?)
ultraman
Wolf_Man (?)
Boy this is a long post. But since you're still with me, here is what you'll need to provide if you want to be added.
1. Something to go on for appearance, preferably a few photographs. You may also want to provide something to go on for clothes, unless you want to be subjected to the brutality of Zeor fashion sense. But then again, tell me Chakra doesn't look cool in those duds.
2. An Aspiration -- a life goal, if you will. Choices are Knowledge, Romance, Family, Fortune and Popularity.
3. Here's the tricky part. Your personality is determined by 25 points divided up among 5 categories on a scale from 0 to 10.
Sloppy/Neat
Shy/Outgoing
Lazy/Active
Serious/Playful
Mean/Nice
For instance, if you'd rather be sloppy than neat, you should only put a few points into the top category, whereas you'd want to put quite a few into the last one if you want to be friendly. Remember, 25 points divided up among those, with no more than 10 points to each.
Okay, I'm finally done now. I'm getting a headache.
Day 9To recap where we left off:
Demonic has some spaghetti to eat.
Dascoo was probably just bawling again.
Chakra's sawin' some logs...
So are Stalky and The Geologist...
And Papasurf just got done begging for quarters on the street.
What do you MEAN we don't get dessert?!
And your DEATH SHROUD is pushing my spaghetti back up.
Demonic, realizing his own stink, immediately goes to take a shower.
...a MIND shower.
Just think of it as one of those massaging shower head things.
The spaghetti is actually dealt with with surprising efficiency.
Looks like we're regretting letting that bed get reposessed.
...Although there IS some free bed space.
Anyway, once he woke up, I sent ol' Chakra to join the working class. (Whoa, I remembered.)
PERFECT.
Why... is this pool... still just sitting here?
Hey, uh... err... you... Chakra. GO SWIM.
Here we go, here we go! Oh yeah!
BANFREAKIN'ZAIIII
Ha ha! There we go. We're having some fun now!
...Oh, be that way.
At least he'll still be wandering around the house in his bathing suit for a while.
I hear something upstairs and...
oh what in the blue hell
Whoa. Just... whoa.
We better keep an eye on these two.
The icy, black hand of boredom clutches Stalky's soul.
SCHWING
Everybody loves talking about Demonic.
Hours elapse. He's still at this. He just started a
second game.
Ah, but the power of nature triumphs.
Everybody sits down and eats for a while. You should've heard these guys. All you could hear was people belching and everybody else laughing at every belch. One of you even tittered like a little school girl, but I couldn't see which.
AND NOW FOR THE GRAND FINALE *FRRRRRRRRrrrrt*
ROFL
d'aww.
Oh, not this again.
Well, if you're SO desperate for more cash...
I guess you can join CHAKRA at his JOB! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAaaaaathat isn't actually very funny.
Belching constantly for an hour is hard work, so everybody unwinds in front of the boob tube.
Dascoo, you're really dragging us down here.
By the way, remember that lawn gnome? Completely AWOL. Somebody stole it and nobody bothered getting it back.
Anyway, it's 5 AM, and the jobmobile arrives for Chakra and Papasurf.
What a brave couple of souls they are.
And so, I guess I'll call Day 9 a wrap, as...
Oh jeez.
