Sunday, October 30, 2011

Chapter Four

An Intervention

 Wake up, garden, bathe, eat, sleep. This has become poor Rafe's whole existence.
 But I draw the line at having my working man having to clean his own toilet. He needs a woman to clean home ... I mean to call his own.

 After consulting a close simmer fiend, we both agreed on the perfect spouse for you. She is pretty and poor, both are legacy requirements. (Mine, anyway.)


 The turtle bit him. Suck it up, you'll be alright.

 This is her house but she doesn't seem to be home.

 So using Cesar as an excuse, he creeps out her place until someone comes home.

 What is with you and teenagers. She looks completely smitten!

 Rafe spent some time playing Foosball  with Zac. Socializing with humans, good job, Rafe.

 That girl just hit on you! I didn't think that was possible. Slowly step away from the minor before the po-po come get your butt!

While fixing some quick drinks, the door slammed open. *plays dramatic music*

 Drink up the liquid courage, Boi.

 See what happens when you spend all your time focused on work? All the good ones get boyfriends. But I bet she is willing to give him up for you...

I do believe that look says "Hell to the Yeah!"
 Hot Dog, they have compatible signs. Well, that is enough for now. You should head home and get some rest.

 WHAT?! I don't remember meeting Gracie before. Why are you visiting that sweet woman this time of night?

 Oh, you dog! I just introduced you to your intended. Can't you wait two more days for the wedding?

 Oh, wow. I think she might do these one-nighter's quite frequently.


Strut your stuff!

 Meanwhile, back at home, the real dogs are enjoying some nourishment.

 And Rafe is back to his routine.
 Cesar has taken to hunting gems. Find it, Boy!

 Um, ewwww. A snakeskin?! Disgusting, Cesar. And it's worth nothing.

 Rafe is level 7 gardener, he can now plant those special seeds we found in the woods.

 While waiting in line at Gracie's house, Rafe got a call from Hailey. I think he made plans to meet tomorrow.

 A quick ride on the sissy bike into town to sell the produce he collected today.

 Look how he is staring longingly at the diner. Poor guy. He is always at half hungry or starving all the time.

After that heavy meal, he couldn't keep his eyes open another minute. He crashed in his sleeping bag right next to the store.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Chapter Three

Welcoming Generation Two!

During the night, Cesar really stepped in it ... literally.

So bright and early (and after moving the tub OUT of the outhouse), Cesar got his first bath.

Rafe's garden is looking beautiful, if I do say so. 

By now, he has reached level 5 in gardening. Cesar celebrated by staring at the ground. *Hooray*

I figured Rafe was getting tired of eating out of his backpack, so I sent him to go fish indefinitely. After four hours, not a thing did he reel in. Roasted apples again for dinner.
Fortunately, Cesar had a bit more luck. Ditz came to stay the night.

And we have a baby jingle!!

*BARK!BARK!BARK!* No cats allowed, we is dog people! Cesar came and chased it away.

A man must protect his castle.

Since Ditz is pregnant, she is allowed to stay till the puppies drop. But they better hurry because she keeps eating Rafe's tomatoes. *grrr*

After a hard day of working in the field, its nice to relax in a hot tub of clean water with a cloud of funk swirling around. (As well as complain to your creator that its dark and unpainted!)
That is an interesting way to make a salad, Rafe. You could be eating fish for breakfast.

I guess i will eventually get tired of seeing this but for now, I stopped everything to watch it run in circles. When he left, I sent Rafe off to collect things instead of working in the garden.

Oooo, a "special" seed. It's glowing red?! Weird.

We also snapped up two of these today. Both worth a couple hundred each.

RAFE! Don't hit him with the stick...

... oh, you were playing fetch. My bad.

The night was mostly uneventful. Except the demon dear prancing through the camp and startling the feathers out of Rafe.

Just feed him the treat and stop with the goofy faces already.

Another day spent working in the fields.

He really enjoys the fruits ... er, vegetables of his labor.

A family trip into town. Cesar looks so proud to be sitting shotgun. 

Look, EA gave me the Pet Store. We should check it out, Rafe.

After you sell your produce, of course. Look, Ditz is thinking about the puppies. Awwww!

So, this is the Pet Store, eh? *meh* 

I sent Rafe to the diner to actually eat a real meal as a reward for selling his produce. But he came out of the grocer for some reason.

My first Equestrian Vampire siting!

Why bother getting her number when you haven't called Imogen whatever back yet, hmmm? 

Oh my, it's time for the puppies!!!

Two puppies: One male and One female. Excellent!

Welcome Generation Two, Dakota Montoya, to the family. He is neat and playful. 

And since he was up anyway, Rafe decided to get an early start on the gardening. 

Just as the sun greets him, he reaches level six gardening. *claps*

There are too many extra mouths to feed, Rafe. You need to make that call to the social worker, Guy!

Rafe headed to the local watering hole after paying his loan note. (Can't have the repo man visiting our camp, now can we?)

I would have turned right around and left if that was how I was greeted when I first walked in.

Upstairs found a friendlier, if not uglier, bartender to deal with.

Hoss, real men don't eat chicken wings with a fork!

Before he could order a drink, I spotted a bird outside. But the darn thing was only worth $16.

Then after failing to catch a butterfly, I figured Rafe was too tired to do anything more. He got on his pink bike and rode home to his sleeping bag.

OK, the music they play when the social worker picks up dogs you put up for adoption made me want to cry and say I was sorry.

Dakota watched as his mom, Ditz, and his sister, Ritza, get in the car and drive off. Rafe's DA slept through the whole thing. Such a man!