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[Xanatos Jr.]

Build more.

Buy a fish tank, I need test subjects.

[MaximumZero]

Yoink: GIG. Eat celebratory ice cream. Drink Max White's beer.
Barbarossa: Work out until he can outflex Jopax. !!SCIENCE!!
Jopax: Workout so that Barbar cannot catch up to his physique. GIG.
Max White: Paint an album cover/build chiptunes machine. GIG.
Scriver:Giggity! Seek fame.
MonkeyHead: Mining and Kickboxing-with-MZ. Get dragged off to the Gig.
Xanatos: Buy a fish tank. Build more, but don't be specific (probably robo-minions.)

MZ: Keep the house from burning down.

Everyone else: Be patient.

Will run the turn shortly.

[scriver]

Did it get postponed?

[Scaraban]

The Sims have escaped the game and now he is really regretting making them all insane.

[Max White]

On the plus side, the band should be touring soon, so we can all look forward to that.

[Korbac]

... an expansion for the Sims 3 lets you make BANDS???

aghhhhhh I don't want to spend £15 for like another 5% of the game but ahhhh bands!!! XD

[MaximumZero]

Did it get postponed?

Sorry, real life came up. Will probably run it tonight, when my daughter's asleep.

[MaximumZero]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Xanatos is still attempting to build some robo-minions.

Lookit that stickman go!

I am mad at...myself. Okay.

Max White decides to prepare for Barbar's full contact chess idea.

Jopax makes something. I wonder what it could be.

Pancakes! Hey, at least it's not waffles.

We sit down to Jopax's delicious breakfast of not-waffles.

Yoink admires that lady's hat. Avast, ye landlubbers, we're headed to werk!

MonkeyHead watches a documentary on male pattern baldness.

Jopax also goes to work. I love those doors!

Xanatos decides to take a nap.

What? No, I don't want a subscription to Pathos Monthly!

Yoink decides to work on his writing skills, for some reason.

"I was taking a NAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"

...what is that smell?

Scriver makes sure that there is no full contact chess today.

I've upgraded to real wood boards! They're oak, incidentally.

Xanatos' new fishbowl. It is currently empty, but that doesn't stop the cat from watching it hungrily.

Scriver in his "Rock Out" mode.

That car causes empty, hollow eyes.

Xanatos will have that statue one day. Oh, yes.

Booyah!

Barbar, Jopax and Yoink decide to join in on the jammin'. Drums are kind of like a baritone horn, right?

Meanwhile, Max White has made "The Harvester". It currently serves no purpose, but it looks cool, anyway.

After that, he goes out into the new garden area to plant those seeds he got at the gardening class. I put up the fence to keep the horses and deer from eating all the plants.

After that, Max White puts his eyes to the sky.

This is quite possibly the ugliest kick in the world.

I, however, have attained peace and quiet.

Protip: The training dummy will smack you if you don't pay attention.

Jopax is trying to get to the point where he can lift the world. Also, he fulfilled his opportunity and made $350!

Scriver, please don't try that "innocently talking to someone else while you grab a girl's butt" when you smell that bad. Shower first, at least.

Apparently, Max White likes Yurts.

Or haystacks, or something. I'm not sure. That painting's apparently worth $108, though, so I won't complain.

After a quick sleep, we move on.

Xanatos has a superb plan for his newest robo-minion!

That...didn't turn out so well.

That turned out very not well. So, what does everyone do? Crowd around the fire and complain that there's no hot dogs!

Good thing I keep fire extinguishers handy.

I may want to have them checked more often, though.

The damage to Xanatos is...hilarious.

The floor, not so much. I think we just lost our security deposit.

Jopax makes more pancakes! They are delicious.

After the workbench, Xanatos takes his anger out on the dishwasher.

MonkeyHead says that the computer was broken when he got there, but I don't believe him.

So, he decides to watch some tv, instead. Then, we all go to the gig.

CHAAAAAAAARGE!

The club keeps their instruments tuned fine, Scriver. That's just your playing.

Everyone else seems fine with their instruments.

MonkeyHead realizes that he is late for work!

He then realizes that he's getting more for the gig than he is for working.

Drink is goood!

Jopax either wants to twist the head off the bartender, or he wants a martini shaken, not stirred.

Barbar is hiding in the corner, watching a big screen tv.

MonkeyHead and I have a sneering contest.

Jopax attempts to work us over for tips. We're the only ones in the bar, dude.

Max White has one too many (something like five,) and passes out behind the bar. How he got there and why the bartender didn't object, I don't know.

Barbarossa feels sorry for Max, but MonkeyHead laughs about a devious plan of his. We're not sure what he's going on about.

Scriver coaxes me out on the dance floor. This is not normal for me. I've had almost as many to drink as Max White.

Apparently, I don't dip. I kneel.

Okay, this is too weird. That can't be a real dance move.

Barbarossa cannot contain himself.

Jopax eats some onion rings after everyone else has left. Screw them, man. You love onion rings.

Everyone gets home.

Ah, cats and lasers. Is there anything they can't do together?

I diligently go about fixing the dishwasher.

Xanatos gets a phone call to deliver some scrap to the warehouse. The excuse was something about toys, but Xanatos knew better. When he got there, the workers patted him down, but they couldn't hide the death ray for long.

After he gets home, Xanatos decides to cook something.

And now we're back to waffles. Hey, how long has that coffee cup been there?

Lights out, chuckleheads!

[Max White]

We're back? WE ARE BACK!

Also... I feel like singing!
YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRT!!!
YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRT!!!
Yurts full of yoghurt!
~ full of yoghurt!!!
YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRT!!!

[Jopax]

Onion rings hell yeah!!!

Pretty nice day I must say, how much money do we have, could we afford a bigger TV or something, well anything that is just more awesome, like a golden toilet or something

-Learn more cooking stuff, we will rise above the waffle infested mediocrity and cook meals so super they will melt in your mouth and not your hands!
-Also more music practice!

[MaximumZero]

Oh, yeah. Remember all those rocks I picked up in China? They netted us $12k. If you guys want something in the Haus, let me know.

[Yoink]

Woot! We is back! Not exactly the... Best turnout, but hey, it's a start!
>Get to work on some new material for our next gig, and force the others to practice as a band for several hours straight.
>Help Max White out with his garden.

[MonkeyHead]

$12K? Can we have a swimming pool?

More mining. There is nothing quite like operating heavy machinery in your underwear. Also, now I am a Jazz god on the double base, consider taking up habitually visiting bars to get wasted - how dangerous could mining while drunk actually be?

[RedKing]

I heartily support buying a water-filled deathtrap swimming pool. The house needs more ways to die ambience. Swimming is good for my insidious plans your health.

[A Spoony Bard]

Out of curiosity, how much did the gig earn?
If it was in the update, i must not have noticed it...