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[Heron TSG]

*Sits on floor, looking up at story telling man with glee*

I can't wait to see what kind of spectacular failures happen to me next!

[MaximumZero]

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Xanatos checks out the front yard. It appears that someone moved the statue near some trees that weren't there before. Maybe he will investigate later.

It's hard to look menacing in a taxi.

This is a badass statue of the Grim Reaper. Too bad it's in the wrong graveyard. Onward to the other one! Where he can work at the Mausoleum!

Oddly, Xanatos decides to interview for the job in his swim trunks. Stranger yet, they hire him on the spot. Must be all those black magic books or something.

When he gets home, he has a shouting match...

...with no one. Also, I have no idea why he's dressed like that.

This doesn't seem to bother Scriver, who is playing some sort of animal dating sim in his underwear.

And then a driving game that he is not very good at. Not enough canvas shoes or something.

He is joined by Jopax, Jopax's Muscles and MonkeyHead. Xanatos must be pretty spry to have taken down Jopax earlier.

Barbarossa back on the horse...er...treadmill.

Three dudes in their underwear watching football is super manly. Also, I am never sitting on that couch again.

I set about fixing that computer, which I left smouldering overnight for some reason. Thanks again, Barbarossa.

I make waffles for everyone after I'm done with the computer.

Jopax the Mighty is pleased!

Everyone loves waffles. What is it with you people and waffles, anyway?

Yoink, however, forgoes breakfast for a murder mystery, whilst Jopax decides to test out this newfangled dishes machine.

Jopax doesn't hate the dishwasher after all!

Under orders from Xanatos, Scriver picks up all of the Inventing and Logic books. While he's there, Scriver decides that the bookstore would be a boss place to work!

The only problem with that is that the current clerk was wearing popular name-branded shoes! The horror.

I observe MonkeyHead playing with a computer that is still turned off.

You'd think he'd be better at that by now.

Xanatos has a wonderful idea: "To hell with everyone else, I'm going back to bed."

Jopax does his best impression of a professional wrestler.

Max White passes Barbarossa on the treadmill. His clamped nose sums it up nicely.

Barbar has been defeated by the treadmill. Either that, or he's succumbed to his own body odor. So much for that rousing speech he gave earlier.

Max White decides to paint something! I...really hope that's paint.

It's high time I picked up after you bunch of slobs.

Barbarossa finally comes down for breakfast. Yoink is reading another book.

MonkeyHead attempts some...creative internet usage. I'm really going to have to put a stop to you guys doing that.

Particularly for that reason there.

Scriver decides that the best course of action is pizza!

I take the garbage out to the tune of two dogs attempting to eat one another.

He's been at this for a couple of hours now.

Barbar psychs himself up by ensuring that the knobs on the sink are properly tuned.

He then engages in battle with Max White!

Scriver ponders Yoink's swim trunks. I've been wondering, myself, to be perfectly honest.

Pizza arrives! It costs...30 Simoleons!? Scriver, what kind of pizza did you order?

Max White decides to fix his own mess. I appreciate it.

Jopax finally stops embarrasing us with his pecs.

MonkeyHead tells Scriver that canvas shoes are for shallow materialists. Also, they are too pretty for his tastes.

Guitar is not the only instrument that Yoink likes to play with reckless abandon and a goofy grin on his face.

I pay the bills. A house haus full of screwballs is expensive.

Bathroom hijinks, even though there are three bathrooms.

MonkeyHead attempts to teach himself some checkers, using chess pieces.

Scriver is super excited to see our new workout equipment.

That, or the hamper that I put over here. One can never be truly sure.

Jopax approaches Barbarossa, who seems to be thinking about beetles.

They then giggle like schoolgirls.

Barbarossa decides to brighten up Jopax's day.

D'awwwww.

Xanatos decides to curl up with a romance novel. Such a dark and brooding character.

Scriver, meanwhile, has something else in mind. Hands, I think.

Yoink spends some time looking up...something.

You'd think I'd be better at that.

Jopax hears the screams of a dirty toilet, and must rectify the situation.

Barbarossa follows suit, while Scriver decides to preen in the mirror.

Max White and MonkeyHead engage in a battle for the first slice of pizza, next time it is ordered.

I'm not sure what Yoink is looking for, but it's on the internet, apparently, and he's still looking.

Barbarossa plays some games at a shockingly championship caliber.

Max White easily defeats MonkeyHead. MonkeyHead is not so sure.

Xanatos goes off to do something dastardly.

Like laundry.

Ahh, heavenly. Wait, who smells their laundry?

MonkeyHead continues to scrutinize the chess board, oblivious to the fact that the game ended about 45 minutes ago.

Jopax sees something disturbing!

Holy shit, Barbar, it's a bear! Run, stickman, run!

I suppose that you chuckleheads have been good enough without my micromanagement for the day, and hit the hay early.

Xanatos continues his campaign against dirty laundry. I'm okay with that.

After he finishes, he begins attempting to slay the drum kit. He's dual wielding and everything!

Yoink believes that there is no bliss more blissful than pizza.

Satisfied that he has knocked over all the chess pieces and claimed victory, MonkeyHead searches for chatrooms on the internets.

Pizza is omnomnom'ed.

Xanatos engages in another shouting match with the walls in this place.

These guys are really into Barbarossa's gaming.

Or are they?

Xanatos gets in one last game of football before bed.

Sweet dreams, you lunatics!

Today was, all in all, pretty peaceful. Let's hope tomorrow is more exciting, but not too exciting.

[Pnx]

I'm not really the type of person to dub something "the gayest thing ever"... but er... yeah.

[Heron TSG]

I'm not really the type of person to dub something "the gayest thing ever"... but er... yeah.

I'm confused.

>RUN.
>CHESS.

ONWARD TO VICTORY!

This is hilarious. I never thought the Sims would be so comedic, but damn.

[Trapezohedron]

All these fantastic Let's plays of TS3 makes me want to re-install my copy.

This madhouse of bay12ers is hilarious.

[Yoink]

I'm not really the type of person to dub something "the gayest thing ever"... but er... yeah.

Oh dear, I gotta say, you might have a point there....

There is only one thing for it! I shall wash my ragged hair, get dressed in my finest*, (or someone else's, if I don't actually own any decent clothes...) gather any like-minded housemates and then it's time to hit the town! I shall chat up the ladies with my patented Yoink pickup-lines, such as: "Are you Czechslovakian? Because I've been czhecking you out all night!"
There is no way this can end badly.


*Finest basically meaning a clean set of clothes, along with my trusty converse, of course.

[Xanatos Jr.]

Read one of the books my minion bought me.

Go with Yoink, but slip away to visit the grim reaper statue and use it in an undead summoning ritual.

[Max White]

> Gentlemen, today I propose a visit to a wealth spring of sensual activity. Sad to say, the Zap Brannagan eatery is closed, so how about the spa instead? AWAY!
> Grab Barbarossa by the scruff of the neck and drag him along with us. If I have to go outside, he is coming with too. Screw chess!

Question: Did I ever finish that painting?

[Heron TSG]

I think this will end extraordinarily poorly. I support this course of action.

The inmates are running the asylum!

[MaximumZero]

Turn Order for Day 3, field trip edition:

Scriver: Go clubbing, play guitar.
Max White: Drag Barbarossa to the nightclub scene, strut.
MonkeyHead: Go clubbing in as little clothing as possible. Sculpt something about said booty shaking.
Jopax: Go clubbing, look for kitties.
Barbarossa TSG: More running and chess, if time allows. Be taken on a magical adventure tour of dive bars and dance clubs.
Xanatos Jr.: Read one of the new books, Go with Yoink for a while but then raise an army of zombies.
Yoink: Dress in cleaner clothes, try to find the lehdees and pick them up with horrible pickup lines.

MaximumZero: Keep the Haus from burning down. Fix that damned computer.

RedKing, Spoony: Watch Anxiously.

Question: Did I ever finish that painting?

No, no you did not. It's still a brown smear on the canvas.

The inmates are running the asylum!

Well, yeah. I mean, look at who's in charge here.

[Yoink]

'Uh... A health spa? Are there cute girls there? If so, I guess that works...'
Wow, our night on the town shall end up at a health spa. Typical.

[Max White]

No, no you did not. It's still a brown smear on the canvas.

...


Do you think it needs to be browner?

[MaximumZero]

No, no you did not. It's still a brown smear on the canvas.

...


Do you think it needs to be browner?

We'll see what you come up with. Anyway, in the spirit of fairness, I thought I'd let you guys know that there are three nightclub/bar areas in town, one of which I've built with my own mouse pointer.

[Yoink]

You guys think we should go to that one, since MZ designed it himself?

...Wait, what am I saying?! We'll hit all of them, just that one first!

[Max White]

< Undo command
> Enter 'Club Zero' with a manly strut that would turn the would turn the head of even the most unshaven of firemen.