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[MaximumZero]

I appreciate the interest! I'll get the next update up ASAP, but no promises, as I'll have my daughter until thursday.

[Max White]

Oh yea, daily tasks...
Umm, can I go annoy some near by household? Make some friends, maybe eat their chips. Should take two actions.

[Gamerlord]

ptw

[MaximumZero]

We'll see if anything happens, but midterms are coming up.

[Korva]

Bump! This is too fun a read, let's not let it flicker out!

[PyroDesu]

Bump! This is too fun a read, let's not let it flicker out!

Indeed.

[MaximumZero]

No promises.

[buckets]

Yeah man, don't let this die out. It's heaps of fun to follow.

[MaximumZero]

So, I just got the expansion pack "Showtime" and felt strangely compelled to update this. So, I took a few screenshots of our lovable psychopaths.

Spoiler: Just a few, I promise. (click to show/hide)

I went out and got you all these crazy lightcycle scooter things. Japa would be proud.

I also bought a new door. I think it's spiffy.

You guys apparently like to mill about in the dark. I won't judge you. Out loud.

Barbar and I make some not-waffles.

MonkeyHead pulls some waffles out of the fridge anyway. What is it with you people and waffles?

Four or five days old? That mac'n'cheese is still fine. Go ahead, Yoink.

Remind me to febreeze these chairs.

Barbar begins hacking. You so diabolical, stickman.

Scriver needs his beauty sleep. He's going to have a big day.

Max White really needs a shower. However, he knows where his priorities lie.

MonkeyHead is getting his chat on. He is totally oblivious to the puddle of butt sweat from the previous person who sat in this chair in their underwear.

SQUEEZING MY HEAD IS BEST EXERCISE!

I..uh...what. I have no words. Why am I looking at that plate like that?

Who's hacking money into our offshore account? This guy.

Yes, kitty. Learn to love lasers. They are your friends!

Scriver is finally awake.

He then immediately jumps on MonkeyHead for not setting up gigs.

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

PANKRATION SNEAK ATTACK!

So much for that martial arts training, MonkeyHead. I never taught you that windmill bitchslap.

Scriver gets a good one in, screaming like Bruce Lee.

Scriver has been defeated physically, but he's breaking up the band! That'll show you all.

Check out Barbar's new strut. Aww, yeah.

Yeah, I'm breaking up the band. What are you gonna do about it?

We really need wire-fu or something around the house to break up the catfights.

SHORYUKEN!

Defeated again, Scriver only has one bandmate left.

The Mighty Jopax. This is gonna suck.

I...uh...I'MBREAKINGUPTHEBANDPLEASEDON'TKILLME!

Fine, whatever. Do what you need to do.

Scriver avoided a fight, and considers this a win. Flawless victory.

He then hops online and registers himself as a solo singer!

This is the singer's outfit that Scriver chose. I just don't know about you guys sometimes.

This is MUCH more appropriate!

I always imagine that these things play the NyanNyan song when they are running.

Scriver sets up shop in the park.

Barbarossa gets an idea as to who to blame for breaking the dishwasher.

Max White decides to just fix the damned thing. I'm okay with this.

NYAN NYAN!

NYAN NYAN!

Mmmm...coffee.

MonkeyHead has joined the Military! He's one step closer to being the first Bay12Sim in space.

What's that, invisible phone? Kill everyone? That's a great idea!

Ha! You suckers are totally missing this huge crowd of chicks (and one old dude) down at the park!

Perfection is lonely, but lonely Barbarossa must be. For he must perfect his chess game.

Yoink decides to try to outdo Scriver in the singing career. He starts with a sing-a-gram.

He then kicks himself in the shin trying to dance. Smooth.

Yoink then sets up shop, and burns, baby, burns. Like a disco inferno.

The floor suddenly looks really comfy!

No, wait, that's not right. That doesn't look like a cyborg henchman at all!

Hello, work? Yeah, I quit. I'm going to spend all my time feeding homeless cats. No, I'm serious.

Max White escalates the arms race against Xanatos by building a windup toy cow!

Now jobless, Jopax can sleep whenever he wants.

Scriver earned $23 in tips today. Eat that, Yoink.

Yoink is starting to gather a crowd.

Again the arms race escalates. This time, with a toy whale! Thar she blows!

Wait, since when is the hair part of your uniform? Also, where the hell did it come from? Ah, well. NYAN NYAN!

Max White earns $500 for dropping some Floor Hygienators off to the military base. They'll need them now that MonkeyHead is around.

No time to stop and stare, Xanatos is late for work! Those corpses aren't going to embalm themselves. Or are they?

Eh, He'll stop and stare anyway. Xanatos loves that damned statue. Someday...

Now THAT'S a crowd!

Barbarossa has made some leafy not-waffles. He calls it "Salad."

Pictured: "Salad."

Yoink takes a break with a $52 plate of Ratatouille. He's earned it and then some.

New foodstuffs? Xanatos is unsure of how to respond. Also, the wig is starting to itch.

Back to making minions!

MZ, you know you can't swim...

Oh. Uh. Okay, then. Carry on.

Kitteh demands fishies!

I, now fully clothed, decide to break some SPEHSS RAWKS.

"I'm telling you, man, you'll make a great catch someday. When you're famous. Like me."

MOAR SPEHSS RAWK!

Runs around in underwear, Freak-a-you, Freak-a-me...

Cat+Laser=<3

Must you people break everything?

"Thank you for mind controlling Jopax into not killing me earlier. There will be treats. Oh yes."

Barbar helps around the haus. Good luck, man. You'll need it.

Waffles are always appropriate!

Except when you leave them on the floor. O_o??

NYAN NYAN!

Apparently, Max forgot something at the military base.

Xanatos reads a book on Llama Rights.

Apparently, there's a cat park next door now! SO MANY KITTEHS!

Behold, the not-waffle.

That computer was totally broken when he got there. Totally.

Protip: Smacking your hands with hammers is painful.

Barbarossa practices psyching out his opponent before they have made their first move.

Slap-Fu is a go!

Jopax suddenly enjoys being outside.

Flames: It's what's for dinner.

Apparently, the dishwasher is loud. That, or I'm hungover. I can't decide.

NOT THE TV!

Oh, come on. That's it, you jackasses get to fix everything from now on.

Meanwhile, Yoink gets a call to do a sing-a-gram. Apparently, for a zombie lady.

Welp, if I'm gonna get eaten, I may as well go out singing and dancing.

Barbarossa sets out to right the wrongs. Also, he can't hack if the computers are all broken.

Max White never uses the damned thing, but it's a good excuse as any to screw with it and see how it works.

"Hello? Yeah, I'm at a zombie lady's house. Yeah, in the bedroom. Yes, I'll hold."

Quick, run while she's distracted by the internet!

RUN AWAAAAAY!

And...hello, nurse. Yoink decides to attract a crowd again.

Everything is being fixed. See what a few strong words can accomplish?

Barbarossa is back at hacking. MOAR MONIES!

MonkeyHead thinks the tile feels pleasant on his bare feet. Watch the puddle, man.

Is it supposed to be smoking like that?

NYAN NYAN!

MonkeyHead visits a bar! I have no idea why.

Drums are just like the training dummy, right? IS THAT A TODDLER!?

Yoink's concert peters out after he makes about $500 in tips. Eat that, Scriver.

And I'm done for the night. Hope you enjoyed!

[Darvi]

So, I just got the expansion pack "Showtime" and felt strangely compelled to update this. So, I took a few screenshots of our lovable psychopaths.

Spoiler: Just a few, I promise. (click to show/hide)

I..uh...what. I have no words. Why am I looking at that plate like that?

'cause there's a smiley on it.

[scriver]

...Is that a too small woman's blouse I'm wearing as part of my stage dressup? And did Yoink steal my first stagewear idea?!

Also please tell me there is a way to call social services in that game so someone can come and take that poor infant away from it's horrible, horrible parents (...and have it move in with us. It'll be just like that one movie! Hilarity ensues!)

> Must not let myself be 1-up'd by Yoink! I'm taking this tonal war to the streets, yo
> Also we should totally go clubbing again all together.

edit: Also yay for update! I'm happy you did another one, Max. Coolers!

[Johuotar]

Thx for the update! :E

[RedKing]

Soooooo close. First, MZ manages to not-drown in the nude, then nobody sets themselves on fire, then Yoink gets not-eaten by zombie. *sigh*

[Darvi]

And nobody got kidnapped by aliens either.

[Yoink]

"...Dead girls can't say no, right? Riight?" *Zombie-slap*

Also, ratatouille? Noo! That's expensive and it sounds french... What was I thinking? Whatever weird stuff I ate, this update was hilarious! Good job. 
>Continue getting back at Scriver for ruining the band, by busking up tonnes of money around town whilst wearing his costume (which totally suits me better). Live on cheaper food whilst doing it, though, we have to save up for... Something.
>The Yoinkenator is always ready for clubbing. Well, not really, but I'll tag along anyway!

Hrm, perhaps this is a sign that busking could make a good real-life career choice...