What Other PC Games Do You Play?

Hey everyone! Sorry I STILLLL haven’t posted the next chapter of the Bolden’s yet. Especially after that stupid computer thing. I’m not going to bore you with a lot of details, but I’ll tell you a little of what’s been going on lately. (Yes, I’ve got my excuses ready;) Basically, I’ve been having some health-problems. The doctors are trying to figure out what’s causing it, and I’ve been in and out of the doctors for tests and check-ups all month long. Anyway, until I’m feeling a little better, updates are going to be a little slow. I ensure you though, I am working on it!

 

To pass the time until the next update comes, here’s a little activity thinggy for all you readers out there!

What PC Games Do YOU Play? (Other than Sims, of course!)

And when I say PC, I mean “Personal Computer.” I’m not excluding Macs! Any computer game that you have to download, not internet mini games. Answer in the comment section below!

 

Brace yourselves! I’m going to let you in on my inner-nerd. Okay, inner and outer nerd. I used to play World of Warcraft, and I’ve tried both Star craft and Star Wars the Old Republic. What? I told you to brace yourselves. I stopped playing all of them awhile ago though, mostly because of lack of people to play with. I’m pretty busy with my blogs and school work now anyway, so it’s only Sims for me at the moment. ūüôā

If you play any multi-player or social games, feel free to leave your information (User name, character name, whatever!) in the comments. Actually, please do! You might be surprised at how many people play the same games as you, and you might just make a really good friend. This includes The Sims 3, you can leave your forum name here!

You’re also welcome to leave a link to your blog here. But ONLY if you answer the question above. This isn’t free advertising!

If you really want to, you can even leave your e-mail or other contact information. No, I’m not trying to be a creeper. Just trying to let people get to know each other! I know I’d like to get to know a lot of my readers, and you can get to know each other as well. We can make a small little community here.:)

And lastly, if you have any questions for me, ask away! They can be personal, about the blog, or just anything you can think of. Ask lots of questions for me! Why? Because answering questions is something I can do easily, and it makes me feel like I’m not neglecting my blog. Plus, as I said before, I’d love to get to know you guys! Ask ask ask!

PS: This post was mostly me rambling. Sorry about that! Have a good day, everyone! Love you guys!<3

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Into The Woods – A Short Sim Story

***Authors Note*** I was¬†originally¬†going to start a new challenge until the Bolden Legacy could be resumes. But I decided against it, because I don’t think I would be done by the time i get my laptop back, and I wouldn’t have any time to update it. Instead, I decided to use some short stories I wrote and simify them! ūüôā These stories weren’t made for Sims, and I don’t have any CC other than hair. No posing mods or anything, so some of the staging in this is going to be a little off. I hope you enjoy it anyway, though!¬†

 

The school’s loud bell rang through the classroom, interrupting my daydreaming. I tore my empty gaze away from the whiteboard and quickly gathered my things. I could feel how heavily my feet were stepping down as I half-ran out of the school yard, stopping to talk to no one. Slowing down a bit when I was clear of the school, I once again let my imagination wander. Particularly to the woods that seemed to surround this small town. ¬†Everyone tells us kids to never play in the forest. And I do mean everyone. My parents, the school, neighbors,¬† heck, even people that happen to drive by while you’re semi-close to the woods. They say it’s because it’s easy to get lost, and there are plenty of wild animals. Which makes sense I guess, but not even hunters or campers go in those woods. I guess there’s just this mystical quality about them. Or maybe I’m just a freak.

My attention was yet again interrupted¬† by two girls walking on the other side of the road. They were giggling and pointing at me between whispers. I knew what they were saying. They were making fun of how I don’t talk to anybody, how I don’t have any friends, how I sit alone to eat lunch every day. They were calling me names and laughing about it. It didn’t bother me too much,¬† I don’t need the approval of anyone else. That’s what I tell myself at least. I looked away, letting my long blonde hair fall in front of my face. I then picked up my pace, trying to get as far away from those two as I could.

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My bad day was forgotten as I looked up to see my big blue and white house. Finally, I was away from all those people and into my own space. I noticed there weren’t any cars in the driveway. That was odd,¬† dad was always home from work by now. ¬†I shuffled the rest of the way up the driveway and slowly opened my unlocked door. “Mom? Dad? Anyone home?” I called. No answer. I stepped into my unusually quiet home. I could feel the breath leave my lungs and my eyes widen. My heart started to race. I felt my hand weaken and my bag fell to the floor. There was nothing. Everything was gone. My whole house was empty, all of the furniture had vanished. There wasn’t so much as a single thread left on the floor. My world started to spin, I launched myself forward and started to run through all the rooms in the house. “Mom? Dad! Anyone?

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When I was out of breath and couldn’t run anymore, I sat in what used to be my bedroom and cried. My head laying on my knees, I just cried. I had no idea what was going on. Were my parents okay? Were they even alive? It’s not like I could have accidently wandered into the wrong house, I’ve lived here all my life. Was I dreaming? Was this some kind of terrible nightmare? I didn’t know what to do. I sat and cried for what seemed like forever. I just couldn’t stop.

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Eventually, my eyes couldn’t cry anymore, and I tried to compose myself. I couldn’t just sit here feeling sorry for myself forever. I rushed out of the house, happy to leave the situation behind me, even for just a minute. I walked to my neighbors house and rang their doorbell. I stood outside the door, staring at my reflection in the glass window. I was a mess. My already pale face was completely drained of color. My normally bright blue eyes were dark and puffy. Smooth light blonde hair was sticking up all over the place. My tall and skinny figure was shaking uncontrollably. Mascara was running down my oval-shaped face. I tried to clean up the tears and makeup with my hand before anyone answered the door, but it just smeared and made me look worse.

The door finally creaked open, and Mrs. Conway stood in the doorway, a big smile on her face. She was on the heavy side, and she had a plump round face with short, curly red hair on top. Her smiling face quickly turned to surprise when she saw me. “Ilyanna?” She didn’t even comment on how terrible I looked,¬† which I was grateful for. “My parents….they’re gone! Everything’s gone! I don’t know what to do…have you seen them? Do you know what happened?” I asked, as I nearly busted into tears again. Mrs. Conway stood there for a long while. I’m not sure if she was just shocked by my situation, or if she was thinking about calling the loony bin. Eventually, she replied “Erm…Ily sweetie, I think they left. I’m sure I saw a moving truck early this day.” My face must have turned to complete shock. “…What?” I didn’t even think about crying this time, I was blown away. That couldn’t be right….

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I must have stood there for much longer than I thought, because when I came back to reality, Mrs. Conway was calling my name. “Oh, I’m sorry..” I mumbled pathetically. “It’s perfectly alright, dear. Would you like to stay at my place for a few days?” She asked me as she opened the door wider and invited me inside. I didn’t say anything, but I humbly walked in. I saw that she was shivering. It must have been freezing outside, it was the middle of winter. But I didn’t even notice. I looked down at myself. I had on black gloves, a floral skirt with black leggings underneath, my grey winter boots, and a plain scarf. My warm winter-wear. It was all I had left now. I had nothing..

We had an awkward dinner of chicken and dumplings together. Afterwards I had gotten in the shower. I let the warm water run over my face. It felt like all my worries were washing away, for a few minutes at least. I was so glad to finally get cleaned up, I almost felt like a real person again. I went straight to bed after my shower. Not that I could sleep. I laid awake for hours. I’m not sure I got a single minute of sleep all night. Could my parents really have just left me like that?

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I was up with the rising sun the next morning. I needed to get out. Just to get away for awhile. I left a short note for Mrs. Conway on her clean, marble counter. It matched the rest of the house, everything was so dull. The walls were a neutral beige color, all of the furniture was dark brown. The whole house has nothing unique or interesting about it in the least. But at least it was a house. A nice, warm, furnished, house.

I decided to go to the library. It wasn’t someplace I normally went, but it sounded like the best way to get my mind off things. During a movie it’s easy to let your mind wander, but you have to focus on the words while reading a book.

I had to walk about a mile to get there, but I hardly noticed. I was completely numb. My emotions were shutting down on me. I walked into the ancient-looking library with an empty heart and head. Mindlessly, I walked around the library looking for something interesting to read. Something caught my eye, and my thoughts suddenly snapped back in my head. Laying in front of me was a book titled “Strange Disappearances in Berkley.” I snatched the book off the shelf, sat down on a blue beanie bag, and began reading.

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I soon found out that my parents disappearance wasn’t the only one like this. In fact, in the last 10 years, over 30 people had gone missing. A handful of them happened just like how my parent’s had. Maybe they hadn’t left me after all! I was thrilled, curious and upset all at the same time. My heart pounded in my chest. Is there something strange going on here? How is a girl like me going to figure it out if the police couldn’t? Or am I going crazy?

I slammed the book shut and threw it at the shelf. No. My parents probably just packed up and left me. There can’t be some kind of conspiracy going on here. Not in this town. It was a normal, nice, friendly town where everyone knew everyone. We rarely even had robberies here.

No Update This Week :(

I’m super sorry everybody, but there won’t be a chapter this week. I’m having problems with my laptop. (Damn technology!) I need a new charger, and possibly a new battery as well.¬†I’m sending it in today, and I’m told it will¬†be¬†around¬†2 weeks¬†before I get it back. Yes, that means no Josh for 2 weeks. ūüė¶¬†But I’ll start a mini challange and post updates on that until my computer gets fixed. Josh will miss you! But he’ll be back before you know it, so don’t worry! ūüôā Happy simming everyone, see you next week!

PS: I hate being late on updates! ūüė¶ You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve done just to get the other chapters up on time! So this really sucks for me, too. I hate to let¬†my readers¬†down, but it’s out of my hands right now. Let’s just hope it’s fixed soon!

Mini Update – House Tour!

Hey everyone! Here’s a closer look at the house Josh lives in. It’s basically a decorated box. ūüôā

 

Living Room:
LivingRoom

Kitchen:

Kitchen

Dining Room:

DRoom

Office:

Office

Workout Room:

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Game Room:

GameRoom

Party Room: (Basically a stereo, giant dance floor, and some counter-tops for birthday cakes)

PartyRoom

Guest sitting area/bar:

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Josh’s Room, aka “The Love Pad”: (See that magic gnome in front of the couch? No idea how he got there, but I thought he fit in well.)

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JRoom3

Playground: (Sorry it’s raining. It’s never not raining or snowing with seasons!)

Playground

Pool Area:

Pool

And of course,¬†a giant garage with no stair access just for keeping cars. ūüėÄ

Garage

This is the over-all layout of the house. I’ll let you in on my battle strategy…

You know when you throw a party in the Sims, and everyone runs wild in your house and trashes the place? Not on my watch! I simply lock the two doors circled in yellow (for the household), so the guests are forced to enter through the door pointed to with the purple arrow. Then they’re¬†stuck in my 2 designated party rooms (Outlined in purple). And outside of course. I think it’s being pretty generous, I could just lock them out all together. :p And yes, all those blank white spaces are bedrooms. One of them will be for a butler, the rest are saved for possible children. But if Josh doesn’t have that many children, the rooms can easily be converted into indoor¬†hot tub¬†rooms. ūüėČ

BattlePlan

Poll Time! Let Me Know What You Think!

Alright guys, it’s poll time! If you’re reading this right now, please take the time to answer the two polls below. It only takes a few minutes, and I need an answer to Poll 1 before I can even start the next chapter. Please and thank you!

The first thing I want to ask you is “How interactive do you want this blog to be?” So in other words, do you like answering polls like this? Guessing traits? Having a say in where the story goes? Or would you rather not bother with things like this? Answer the poll, please! All feedback is appreciated. Feel free to use the comment section below if you have anything specific to say, or would like to add anything. Thanks!

The second thing I would like to ask is “Do you like the layout of this blog?” Do you like the way everything looks? Is it easy to navigate? Can you find everything okay? Does anything look bad to you? Do you like the colors? How does the banner and the background look? This is a more specific question, so please comment if you have any suggestions or feedback for me. Thanks again! ūüôā

1.02 – I See The Light… Or Are Those Flames?

***Authors Note*** There are 2 polls on the next page. Please answer them! Even if this update is a year old, I can always use your feedback. Chapter 3 will be on the page after that. Thanks!

3 years had passed since Michael s death. His loss had left a permanent hole in my heart that nothing could ever fill…but I managed to get passed his death, with the help of Rebecca. I couldn’t have done it without her. I had hit rock bottom, and like the angel she is, she had reached down and pulled me out of the deep hole I was stuck in. I owed everything to her. There’s no way I could have made it without her. She was so wonderful. I still remember the first day she came to visit me…

I was in the infirmary. I had to stay there for a few days, so they could monitor my behavior. They thought I might try to commit suicide, or maybe I’d just lose it all together and go crazy. I probably would have, too, if it weren’t for her…

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¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬†I was¬†standing in my room,¬†staring blankly out the window. Just like I had been doing for the past 3 hours. Everything felt so empty, it’s like nothing mattered anymore… Until the door to my room suddenly cracked open. I didn’t notice at first, I was too lost to notice much of anything. But then I heard her sweet, angel-like voice…

“Josh?” Surprised, I quickly turned my head around. What I saw could only be described as the light at the end of the tunnel. It was Rebecca, standing there sheepishly with flowers and a teddy bear in her arms. She smiled, and the room seemed to light up.

“Hey you! I know flowers and stuffed animals are a bit girly, but-” I interrupted her.

“No…Thank you.” I said, both confused and awe-struck.

She walked over to the bed, putting the flowers on a table and handing me the teddy bear before sitting next to me.

“If you don’t mind me asking…how did it happen? How did he die, I mean?” She looked at me with big eyes, full of curiosity and sorrow.

I paused, staring down at the brown bear in my hands.

“I’m sorry…It’s too soon..It was wrong of me to ask.”

“He, uh… drowned. He was only 5, and I guess he managed to get out the door, unsupervised somehow…” I trailed off, my gaze still locked on the stuffed bear.

She didn’t say anything, but after a few seconds she put her arms around my shoulders and gave me a small hug. I was shocked, I didn’t know what to do…

but her warmth felt so good. She made me feel something again.

She came to visit me every day, and each day she brought a new gift. Eventually, my once bleak infirmary room started to light up with the items she had bought me. She would stay with me for hours. Sometimes we’d talk, other times she would just keep me company. Pretty soon, I even started smiling again. She was so amazing. I couldn’t believe a girl like her would even give a guy like me the time of day.

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I’ve been with her for 3 years now. Possibly the 3 best years of my life. I never imagined that I would find a girl quite like her…I was in love. Head over heels in love. She was smart, pretty, sweet, and most importantly, she was mine. She was better than the girl of my dreams. I wanted to start a life with her. I wanted to start my life with her.

1.01 – An Angel Comes My Way

***Authors Note*** Please remember that this post is split into multiple pages. Make sure to read all of the pages, so you don’t miss anything! Just click on the numbers above the tags, but below the “Like” button. Thanks!

 

The Bolden House

I looked up at the giant house that lay ahead of me. The perfect white walls of the mansion seemed to stare back down at me, almost as if they remembered me the same way I remembered them. I stood on the sidewalk as I took in the scene. The small pond, the yellow flowers, the stone path… It was all too much for me. Despite my hesitations, I took a deep breath and walked up to the house. The door was unlocked. As I slowly cracked open the door, a familiar chill hit me, and with it came all of the memories. I remembered faces, faces of girls I would see only once and never again. I remembered my father looking down at me and telling me he only had me because he had no choice. I remember the beautiful face of a little boy…

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I know, I know. I'm just too handsome. It's okay, you can stare all you want.

I know, I know. I’m just too handsome. It’s okay, you can stare all you want.

Sorry, let me start from the beginning. My name is Josh Bolden, and I just inherited my father’s mansion. The same one I grew up in as a kid. I got a call that my father died about a week ago, though I still have no idea how it happened. I can’t say I’m too sad about it. My dad was a decent guy, but he was never around when I was a kid. I hardly knew the man. But to tell you the truth, I’m not sure if anyone really ¬†knew my dad. He didn’t let many people in. Or maybe he really was just that shallow, I honestly don’t know. I haven’t even spoken a word to him in two years. Err… sorry. Let me start even earlier.

When I was a child, my dad was never around because he was always out picking up girls, who he would then bring back to our house and take into his room. I saw a new girl almost every day, even when I tried locking myself in my room just so I wouldn’t have to see another strange woman. I never knew any of them, or saw them more than once, but each face was burned into my head. ¬†Each day, after my dad’s daily companion left, he would tell me he “scored” again. Like it was some sort of competition and he was keeping points. He would then proceed to give me tips on how to get girls and “score” like him when I got older. I was only 8 at the time.

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“Daddy, everyone at school has 2 parents. They say their mommy and daddy only kiss each other and nobody else.”

“Well kiddo, that’s because they don’t have cool dad’s like me.”

“Isn’t that how babies are born? By kissing on beds and stuff?”

My dad let out a small chuckle. “Haha! It sure is, son.”

“What happens if one of the girls has a baby?”

“Don’t worry about that! It’s alright to get girls knocked up. That’s what they’re there for. They’ll deal with it.”

I paused for a moment, thinking.

“How did you get me then, daddy?”

He gave me a sideways look.”Your mother, uh… passed away not long after you were born. Car accident or something. I didn’t have any choice, being the father I had to take you.”

“Oh….” I said, turning my gaze towards the floor.

My dad smiled. “No worries, champ! I just know you’ll be a son that makes a father proud.”

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I don’t know if that was the best or worst conversation in my life.

Anyway, when I was about 12, my father got “stuck” with another baby. A little boy named Michael.¬† Michael’s mother was a big drug addict. She was taken into the hospital for an over-dose when Michael was 2, and was soon declared an unfit mother. I remember the first time I laid eyes on him like it was yesterday. It was the best day of my life. He had the sweetest dark brown eyes and the chubbiest cheeks. I couldn’t stop smiling when I looked at him. I held him in my arms the best I could at the time, desperately making sure he didn’t fall. He looked up at me so innocently, and giggled just a bit. At that moment, I knew I loved him with everything I had.

Michael

Since my dad was almost never home, it was entirely up to me to take care of the baby. And I didn’t mind one bit. I would get up in the middle of the night, even if he wasn’t crying, just to check on him and make sure he was okay. I played with him, I hugged him, I fed him, I loved him..

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Peek-a-boo!

Peek-a-boo!

I loved him so much. But when I turned 15, my dad finally decided to send me to this boarding school I had wanted to go to for so long. It sounded so amazing. I had been wanting to go since I was 10, but they had an age limit of 14 or older. They had everything there! I was so excited, I packed my bags right away and called for them to pick me up the very next day.