Back at the information center… Quincy: Excuse me…are you the librarian here? Librarian: Yes, I’m Yasmin. How can I help you? Quincy: My name is Quincy…and I know this may be a long shot, but I was wondering if you knew anything about this whole possession mess. Yasmin: Why would…
My Sims Love Affair
After work, next day… Quincy: Let’s see if ole George is at home. *knocks, but there’s no answer* Damn…what now? Back at the lab… Quincy: There’s gotta be something I’m missing. *searches* What are these seed packets doing here? Quincy: Another seed packet? I think I have all the evidence…
Getting ready for the first day of work… Quincy: *paranoid* What was that? Later… Quincy: Let’s get this over with. *heads to work* After work… Quincy: Maybe this dude can help me figure some shit out. *runs over* Hey man…do you know – Possessed Man: jOin uS cOnsSUmE tHe fRuIt…
Several years before Alida Tate is born… Quincy: *curses under breath* Barely any reception…why the hell am I here? Quincy: Damn! I’m a looong way from home. TV News Anchor: Something strange is happening in Strangerville… TV News Anchor: *continues* Residents suspect that there may be something in the water…
I normally don’t get to experience new game packs until I can figure out a way to make them fit into my story, but I’m doing something different this time around. While writing the Banks Dynasty…I’ll be doing shorter side stories from time to time to introduce new characters or…
Somewhere between the back patio and the house…we lose Michael. Raul and I open the door to Ms. Fuller’s bedroom, where the computer is…but are stopped in our tracks when we see her sitting there. Ms. Fuller: May I help you two? We didn’t want her to know why we…
We finish our video game and hurry outside. Raul leads us to the detached garage, rather than the abandoned lot out back. I suspect that he’s still not 100% ready to trust Michael to not tell on us. There’s no car in the garage, which surprises me. Instead, there is…
In the few days that I’ve been here…I’ve gotten used to a certain routine. But, I guess that routine doesn’t apply on holidays. I wake up to an empty room and walk into an equally empty kitchen. Ms. Fuller isn’t there filling our morning with song as she usually is.…
We notice that Ms. Fuller has decorated the house when we return home from school. The decorations are pretty, but I can’t help but think that Ms. Fuller is taking a big risk putting out decorations, because people in our neighborhood love to steal. I enter the house and see…
Tomorrow is Winterfest and I guess it’s true that sometimes adults get sad around the holidays because Ms. Fuller’s song is full of sadness this morning. Ms. Fuller: ♫ I can’t stop loving you. It’s useless to say. So I’ll just live my life, in dreams of yesterday. Those happy…