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[MonkeyHead]

I am in the military? Sweet. How could that possibly go wrong. "HEY SARGE, WHERES DO I GOES TO GETS MY GRENADES AT?"

Celebrate my latest step into orbit by going for a drink or 6, but time it to be at the same time and place as when and where my fellow inmates go busking. If time allows, look to make some kill-o-matic droids at the robot table.

[Jopax]

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!


Wait, why did I quit my job???

Oh well, this gives us more tome to get BUFF!!!!

-Work out some more, we shall not stop untill we are able to lift mountains or punch them out of existance!!
-We will also need proper food for that, so learn cooking skills!!!

[PyroDesu]

I am in the military? Sweet. How could that possibly go wrong. "HEY SARGE, WHERES DO I GOES TO GETS MY GRENADES AT?"

And thus, the waiting list vanishes.

[buckets]

On that note, I'm interested in joining the waiting list.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name (First, Last): Buckets 9000
Body (skin color, weight, etc): Pale as hell, the roundest you can manage, and far too short to be socialy acceptable.
Hair: Brown and balding.
Face: The greatest nose possible and the most powerful mustache available. Also needs a brow you can sink ships on.
Clothes: No shirt, camo pants, and jandals.
Traits: Insane, Evil, Kleptomaniac

[MaximumZero]

Wait, why did I quit my job???

To go round up cats, man. The cats command you.

[RedKing]

I am in the military? Sweet. How could that possibly go wrong. "HEY SARGE, WHERES DO I GOES TO GETS MY GRENADES AT?"

And thus, the waiting list vanishes.

And then when we move in, our first twenty actions or so will be "clean floor", "clean walls", "clean TV", "clean toaster"...

[MonkeyHead]

I am in the military? Sweet. How could that possibly go wrong. "HEY SARGE, WHERES DO I GOES TO GETS MY GRENADES AT?"

And thus, the waiting list vanishes.

And then when we move in, our first twenty actions or so will be "clean floor", "clean walls", "clean TV", "clean toaster"...

"Pick up whats left of MonkeyHead with a sponge..." x 15

[A Spoony Bard]

Wait, why did I quit my job???

To go round up cats, man. The cats command you.

I detect and incoming catsplosion....

[Xanatos Jr.]

Whale > Cow

>Arms race! Escalation! Mutually Assured Destruction!
>Take the fight to my enemy, engaging him directly with fisticuffs, and indirectly by...poisoning his waffles or spreading nasty rumours or something.

[MaximumZero]

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Hmm...I wonder what I should be doing?

Gasp! I have no idea what he saw, honestly.

Yoink quickly draws a crowd!

MonkeyHead decides that these guys will not be part of his new band.

Jopax dreams of kitties.

Xanatos is becoming a grumpy old man. Or something smells really bad. We're not sure which.

Max has made a rotating globe thingy!

So, which one of you brainslaves is gonna clean my litterbox?

Robo Dog, activate!

Man, shouldn't he be wearing safety glasses or something?

Ah, wall waffles. How MonkeyHead loves you.

That bum is still in bed? Lazy bastard. It's like, 5am.

Barbar repairs a shower that he broke. MZ thanks you, Barbar.

Jopax cannot break a sweat. Not with these puny weights.

Hobo Fu, at the ready. Time for some stone breakin'.

Barbar's posture is getting worse by the minute. His brain must be weighing him down.

More weight. MOAR WEIGHT!

Take that, space rock! This haus will be full of badasses with nothing to do in no time! Aw, crap.

Hello? Yes, that's me. Yes. That's me. Speaking. Yes. Me.

No, I don't want home delivery waffles! What the hell is wrong with you people!?

Hmm. The cat is asleep and fed. Now what?

I am too short for you guys to keep breaking the showers. Srsly.

Yoink secretly has a dishwasher in the back of his head. Whoa.

The Secret Inventing hut is a nice, quiet place to set yourself on fire. Xanatos has decided to skip that last part.

RAAAAAAAAAAGH!

Hey, I'm a sing-a-gram guy. Can I get a gig doing that on your stage here? Yes? Cool, I'll be here for that.

Scriver continues to woo a small crowd, who are totally missing a rockin' show.

Well, the local janitorial crew stopped to pay attention, at least.

Mmm, leftover waffles.

Jopax gets so pumped up that he decides to yell at me.

You should learn how to cook something besides waffles!

Me? I freaking hate waffles! You're the waffle freak around here!

Ugh, that smell. Ugh.

Max. Max? MAX! Are you okay, man?

HRBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBL!

Hey, Barbar left the treadmill on. Let's see if this is as easy as he makes it look.

Jopax helps around the haus.

Jellyfish squid thing windup toy! Looks like the robo-arms race has really heated up!

Why is it that Yoink attracts all the zombies? What is up with that?

No janitors here, just help staff. Go get 'em, Scriver.

Barbarossa sneaks some not-waffles. He thinks he evaded everyone, but Jopax knows. Jopax always knows.

BARBAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!

Yoink entertains sick kids at the hospital, picking up $400, and the respect of a bunch of bald children!

Meanwhile, Scriver performs for one chick in the gym. He still walked away with a $50 tip. Huh.

Barbar can outsweat the world. Yessir.

NYAN NYAN~!

Moar flames! Moar robots!

MOAR KITTEH!

SO MANY KITTEHS!

NYAN NYAN~!

Barbarossa goes to the stadium, to have his progress measured and discuss his limits. This nets him a cool grand.

MonkeyHead is getting sick of that one painting that's just hanging around. Watching.

Xanatos is greeted by a police officer after his shift is over.

He immediately sets out to disgust her. He does it well.

Mission accomplished, buddy. Maybe it's time to move on.

Oh, right. did I mention that Xanatos just got promoted to top level at the graveyard? He totally did.

We're making enough money that I put in a new floor on the top floor of the haus. Also, I got a new door. And a laundry hamper.

Scriver has a gig to sing for his supper! He totally does well enough to earn a sandwich.

Pictured: Max White's robo-whale, the new floor, and Jopax sleeping.

NYAN NYAN~!

D'aww. At least the cop doesn't hate Xanatos.

New dishwasher! Maybe one that will drive less people as crazy as the old one.

Okay, all, that's the whole update!

[Darvi]

Max? What's happening? MAAAAAX?!

[RedKing]

WTH is the "moar kitteh" kitteh thinking?
"Hmm....my human looks like he could use a cucumber facial..."

It's dangerous for me to read these updates at work, because people have to wonder why I'm giggling and snorting over here.

[MaximumZero]

Jopax probably still smells like the salon, where he used to work. That, or the cat remembers him having a job there (more likely, but less fun to think about.)

[ExKirby]

Hi, I'm raiding your haus. Lukcily, my sister owns and loves Sims 3, so I know some stuff...

Name (First, Last): Alexander Kyrby
Body (skin color, weight, etc): Tall, thin, as pale as humanely possible. Think non-sparkly vampire.
Hair: Black and long. Possibly covering one eye.
Face: clean shaven, typical evil mastermind look.
Clothes: White shirt, black/red waistcoat and red tie, black trousers. Probably also good for formals. Not that I'll need them.
Traits: Insane, Evil, Genius, Loner, Artistic
Lifetime Wish: ...There's a mad scientist one, right? I'll take that.
Other: Likes Sushi, Classical and Red.

[MonkeyHead]

Engouh drinking. Time for a health kick! Treadmill and gymming it please. Must detox.