Omniverse: Sims 3 Edition

[Tearen Wover]

So without further ado here is some Sim 3 bullshit I put together.



Here we see Nealaphh and Demetri conspiring as usual. One, leader of the free world. The other, criminal overlord.

Together, they will send this wretched land of pasty mundanity to the abyss.





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Picture evidence of Trixie and Ruby's immediate passive aggressive disdain for one another. As they share adjacent rooms, you can expect competitions carried out via politely snarky sticky notes on the other's door.

Also pictured: Adam Gaite being photobombed by a small ginger child. The expression is appropriate.




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The new and improved Jade Harley, object of the entire male population of the household's attention. Bec stands faithfully by. Ulhar the cat is wisely nowhere to be seen.






Here we see Atonement expression is deep and abiding love for ponds and all other varieties of enclosed, naturally occurring water formations. Mami Tomoe stares in the opposite direction on purpose.

The ruse fails.







The apartment building, affectionately and henceforth referred to as Concrete Fart, between two idyllic cape cod bungalows. It is truly a triumph of postmodernism lack of shittingism.







There is a pool in the basement now because I could not think of anything better to put in the basement.


Ulhar's cat box is down here, but as usual, he is nowhere to be seen.






Concrete Fart's meager backyard garden. Perhaps Jade can bring some additional life to this rather...polite little arrangement.





The small front porch of Concrete Farts. Some may claim that having a porch as well as a third story balcony is redundant, but to them, I say





The Coat Room, or rather, the additional room that serves no purpose in the house. It serves 0 out of infinity possible uses. Also, do not mind the clipping doors. Because. Just don't.








The laughably mundane living room of Concrete Fart. It is a ruse to ensure that pesky neighbors don't get an idea of the much more valuable items elsewhere in the house.







The equally mundane kitchen. I have nothing more to say.








The downstairs half-bath. The venetian blinds have intentionally been placed so as to be barely unable to close, thus causing any potential excretory occupants to constantly be concerned if anyone can see them from the road.

It is of special concern to Mami Tomoe, who, as we know, tends to get her excrement all over everything, especially when losing her head.






Moving on to the second floor, we have the ladies' bathroom. This fuchsia palace of indulgent hygienics is the largest mystery in the building, at least to those more testosteronated occupants who have never set foot inside this most sacred of forbidden realms.






Jade Harley's bedroom, complete with botanical roommates and various stuffed animals. In the corner are various household appliances that Ms. Harley can tinker with to her hearts content without ruining those that her housemates need to live.






The Bedroom of Mami Tomoe. In an effort to find reference images for her ideal environment, I searched for the terms 'Mami Tomoe Bedroom'. The results were not useful. I eventually found something that could be used, however.





Trixie Zulenka's bedroom, or as I like to call it, everything is made of metal what a pain in my ass. This was around the point in time I was losing shits to spend on this project.





Ruby Rose's bedroom, the third least interesting room in Concrete Fart. On the opposite wall from the one shown, there is an immense mirror, but otherwise everything is appreciably spartan. I do not know who the people are that are in that poster, but they watch her when she sleeps at night.





Moving on to the third floor of Concrete Fart, we have the men's bathroom. While less resplendent that the ladies', it is certainly still an agreeably ergonomic space, but let us not contemplate the ramifications of mounting a urinal to an outside wall.




The bedroom of Adam Gaite, sadly devoid of dinosaur paraphernalia. Perhaps this will change as Nealaphh gradually extracts every bone of everything that has died from the soil within a three mile radius of Concrete Farts.

One can only hope.





Demetri Malius' bedroom. The only room in Concrete Fart that can hold a flickering candle to the utter plainness of the Coat Room. Home is where the heart is, but where is Demetri's heart? Not here.





Atonement Blue Eyes' bedroom. When trying to figure out how to design Atonement's room, I operated on only the most basic of facts I gleaned from quickly skimming his profile page. The result was a cross between a dojo and a swingers bar.






Finally, the Attic, other wise known as Nealaphh's room. Things in this room shown: petrified human torsos, at least 12 mirrors, a hovering golden sun idol, the back of a family cedan, a painted red horse, a water fountain.

Things not in this room: a bed, a dresser, a computer, an alarm clock, other things that will make this seem funny fuck.



Tomorrow...the simulationing will truly commence.