Poka, Lypton, Psveurtzke
Identification: Subject 6A, Esther Yadreni. Unpictured: Subject 7A, Alyssa Yadreni, author of this journal.
Well, ditsy Eleanor found her ditsy little job in Law pretty quickly. Half-as-ditsy Esther, meanwhile, is still looking for Education. I've tried to explain to her, people don't want education here, they want something like, I don't know, FOOD, but she just won't listen to reason.
These two and their so-called heroic occupation choices.
Disgusting.
Food, though, really isn't a problem for our family. Ever since Dad became a Space Pirate and stole the knowledge of the Energizer from an alien Pollination operation somewhere near Mars, we've been living very comfortably, so long as we can keep happy.
I just want power. Finding friends who will do anything you say is the way to power, and in my opinion there is nothing like an army of 20 minions to support you in any kind of situation.
My means of doing this is simple: harass passerby into playing chess with me. While I beat them several times over several hours, they'll probably say things to me, and I'll respond several times. Blah, blah, now they think I'm their friend; I call them up on a Tuesday and they think I'm their best friend.
Hook, line, and sinker... whatever that means. I'm not really sure if fishing and fish in general are a myth or not.
Identification: Agents 0086 and 0087, far left and far right. Agent 0000, leader of the Eternal Underworld, center.
On a nice day when Mom was going to chase off local white demon-dog Zea and fill up the hole she dug, old Grim Reaper came to turn her into a ghost. Great, because we need more of those.
Agent 0000: W̹̲͉͓ͅE͈̝̖̮͚͓Ḷ͍̦L͙̘̠̼̗͙,͎ ̦͕̯͍K̙̙̖͚A͎̲̣̮͎͇L͙̠͈͈̮̺͔I͙̞͎,͈̟͍ ̠̯͔͕̝I͖͕̥͉T̤̭'̝͚̦̩S͇͙ ͇̩̦̩͕̳̮T͇̥̦̞͔Ị̤M͕̰͖̞͔̦̻E̳͙ ̝T͎̖̜̘͓͇O ͓̹̠̪̝G̣͕͕̜̝̺̙O̹̳̞̯.̗̺͔̳
Kali: Aww, really? But I was finally living so comfortably...
Agent 0000: T͚̞O̦̲̫͇̗U̼̹͍̗ͅGḤ̩̺͕.̥̠̞ͅ
Kali: Hold up, right there! I'm not coming!
Agent 0000: H͉̣̱͈̳̞E̹̟Y̼͙̰̤̘ͅ,̳̦̝͔̬̼ ̭G̯̼̦͇I̥̮̫ͅR̝̫Ḽ̰̥̭͉̭͍.̻̤ ͉̣D̠͉ON̮'͇̻̲̬̝̤T͉ ͖̠̱WOR̝R͍̦̹Y̤̰͉ ̲̱̝̩̻ͅA̝̪͉͎BO̭U̝̠̖̦̲̝̭T ̫̤̩̝̰̥IT!̞͔̫ ̗̱̞̙Y̤̞͖̙̪O̜Uͅ H͍̪̥A̜Ḍ̺̞͙̜̙ ̺̟A͉ ̗̗̪̺͓ͅG͖R͉͈͈̳̲E̖AT ̝̺̺͔̳ͅL͉I͈̫̮̦̳ͅF͓̟̱͔̬E̹͔̰̤̫;̫̗̳͈͓̳ ̳͖̗͇͚̰L̪̬͇̜͔I̝̺F̰T̠̩͕̰ḚD̪̜ ̲̟̬S̜͍̙̣̼͇O̺̖̠M̩̬̬E͉̦̺ͅ ̫̘͚R̥̟̺E̲̩͖̳̘̥ST̰ͅR̫̺̯̮̪I͔̻̲̞̫C̗̥TI̘̣͎̯O̥̰͙͓̭̘N̥̠S̰̼̼̯̤͓͙.̘͕̠̝͖̱.̼̙͇̝̳͈̰.̰͙ ̼̰͍̩͍͈E̙͉͖R̦̱̪̫̖̰R̹̳,̯̲̖͚̪̘ ͈̜͉̦M̘̼̬͔̤͇A̬̙̥͓̘̗̫Y͈̖̝̞̬B̮̤̪͙̪E͓̺̖̗̮ ͕͙̣̮̺̮̼N̯͓̖̬̤̪̩O͕̝͚̞̖̻̘Ț̝-͖̫ ͍͍̯̜̤͎ṶG̼͍̭H̱̱̞̫̪,͉̩ W̪̣̦͔͉̰̘H̥͚̯̘̠Ạ̜̫TE̮͉̫̦͕V̘͎͕͚E̫͕̦R̘,̪̙ ̺̪J̩͇͓US͕̤̹̩ͅT̲̖̱̭ ̼̝̰̺̤TA̯̪̟͖K̩͍̺͔̝̜͍E͙ ̯͔̠̮T̻̖͙͉̰̳H͚E̟ ̭͇Ḓ̤R̩̮̻I̙̥N̩̦̗̺͎͎̰K͍̦̫̟.̦͉̥̠̳͔
Kali: ...will I get to see Kai?
Agent 0000: U̫͎̳̞H̦͓̟͓͇̦̘,̹̖ ̺̱͕͈̰͙ABO͍̯͖U̖̭T͖͙̥̙̭ ̫̟͇͕̗̬͈T̻H̬̪A̘̣T̥͇.̜͈̮͎̤̣ ͔̫͎̙͔̲̯Ṋ͖̥O̗͕P͔̺E͉̣. ̥̺͕̼H̰̭̮E͓̺̟̯͔'̦S̳͚̫̞̖ ͚̣͕S̗̻͚̯̜̙E͔̗̩̺R̥͖̣̲̱V̘I̫̻̺NG̙͔ ̮̭̲̼5 ̪̲E̤̫̺͇̠ͅTE͈͖R̭͕͉NI̞̗̺̞͚͇T͖̭̟̘I̥̳E͍̲̤̥̼ͅͅS̭̳͔ ̟P̭͈̙̮̮U̥̝̝͙̝ͅS̝͚H̲͉͚̳̤I̦͓͕̭͓̻N͚͖͉͖̘ͅͅG͙̭̝ ̼͇̠̯͈A ̲̠̣̬ͅB͕̲ͅO̼͍̳̻̫U͍̹L̹̫͈D͔͍E͉̜̗̪̥͔̹R̫̩̦͙͕ ̜̣̳̦U͙͈͎ͅP̘͔̜͕ ̲̰̺͙̯A̦̯̝̦ ̜͕̦H̱̤I͚̰͙ͅḶ̫L T͙̥̜̠ͅO ̘̺̫̝H̖̖A̫̠̖͙V̲̱̖E I̗͇͚̟̲͎T̬͈̩ F̜̖A̲̭͎̘̙̺̞L̯̭̩L̲͕͖̮̗̰ ̜̺̟̟̟̦D̹͕O͇W̪̳̟̙N͍̙͉̫ ̗̬̺ON̯͙̻̻ ͕͕̳͙̟͉H͉̮̲̜IM W͎̘͕͎͇͓ͅH̝̪͍̟̺̹I̮̦̤͍LE͓̜ C͖̹O̦̣͎̼N̫͓Ṣ̙̗̖̮T̝A͈̼̰̭̯N̤͎̝T͉̙͚̮̯̼L̘̥̰̩̖̳̲Y͖͔͇͍ ̮F̠͍̳̱̦I̯̜̝̜̻̝̮G͓̺ͅH͕ͅT̖̯͎̤ͅI͉͔͚̱̦̬͖NG̝͇̭̭͍ A̬̦̫̰̞̘ ̥͖̩H̥O͍̣̺̦R͉̤̮̝̩D̘̦̥͓͚ͅE̟̻͕̺̤̜ ̥͓̼͎͙̤O͇͚͖̹̼F͔͎ ̣O͙R̟͈C͚̭S͇͇̮͎̬,̗̞͎͈̫ ͔͇A͈̭̝̮͚͓LL̟̲͉͚̙ͅ ̗͍W͎̬̬͕̭͖H̹͓̰̰̺I̮̺͚̤̞̰͙L̰̱E ̳̬ͅO̦̫̭N̬ ͓̼FḬ̦̪̲͎R̥͚̺͎E̦̠̺̳͉̺̱.̦͔̖̙ ͍̠ͅͅT͖͚̲͈̯̘HA̠̯̪͚̖T'̻S̭̙̠̭̦͚̤ ̣̙W̼̣̪͔͖̺H̼̹͕̤̩͕̗A͔T H̫͉̜͎͖A̮̤̫̱P̙̭̠͎̘͓PE̬̫͇̰̹̟NṢ ̤̠̜̘̹̩̩W͕̻̱͔H̩͇̞E͍̭̭͎N͖̻̱̹ ͎̞̳̣͔Y̙̦̲O͙̗̼͎͍͚̰U̩̩̤͚̝̼ Ṣ͙̲M͉A̯̬͎̦S͔͙͕̞͎͔̫H̼͎͕͇͓̮̬ ̫̤̘͓̮̗A̯̲̲̲ ̙̜G͓R̘A̝͍V͇͇͖̻͚ͅE̙̬.̱
Kali: Awwww, dang. Can I see Iggy, though?
Agent 0000: Y͔̬̦͙E̹Ș,̠͇ ͍͔͈͔̩OF ̝͍͓̞̪͙C̲̭͖̱̣O͎͎̜̞U̻̹͈͚̟͖͙R̹̼̜S̬̺̥͍̳͍E̼͈,̼ ̻͓͙̤̺N̦̻OW̮̩̼͚͚ͅ ͉̲̥̪J͉̤U̠͈͖̞͙̰̻S̮͖̳͔T̲̦͍̻̟͕ T͙̗̙͈ͅA͉͇̬̮͓̻K̪̫̬͎̦̰E͚̰̝͎̟ ̖T̤̬̟̙H̥̭̣͇E͓͈̹͇̦ D͇R̖̫I͎͇̞̮̺N͔͍K̗͍̞̟̙ͅ ͅA̲̫͎̗N͙̺͖̗̳̤D͈ ̼̮̩̮͓̗͈L̰E̺͚̼T̗̻'S͙̲̪̻͚̗ G̲O̗͎̱̭!̯̰̫̥
Kali: It does smell nice... I guess I'll come.
Agent 0000: G͔̩̝̟̱ͅR̤̲̭̪͖E͈̖̣̣A͎͇̦T̩.̫ ̩̙L̜͍̪͉͈ET'̪S̻̪ ̩̩͙G̮O͈͈̺̯.
Agent 0086: му αямѕ αяє gєттιиg тιяє∂!
Agent 0000: Y̟͙E̲A̦͉͔̬H͓͚̳̜̳͍̝,͓̠ ̖I ̥͈K̫̯̼̤͈̝N̖̥O͓̹͙͎͈ͅW̲.͉͚̭͔̭ ̗̟̮O̫͕̻͉̬̗̻K͓͎̠, ̩̲T͉H̩̪͚A̮͈̖T͚̭̬̫̣̥̮'͔̳S̪ ͕̤̞R̞I̩͚̝̳͇͈͖G̥̰̳̱̦̫͚H̪̥̳̼̮̣͕T̹,̪͖̫͇̼ ̮G͉̭̩E͈͍͔̳͇̪͇Ṱ͔ ͇Ḁ͕ ̻̼͔̳̮M̙͙̯̞͔̭̩O̭̘̺̣VE̫͔̥ ̜̟̜O̟͓̻̘̹̱͈N͉̗̗.͈ ̹̪̩͕̲̣̥N͚I̦͙͖̖͙̯͖C͇͙͕̭̦E͉͙̥ N̰EW̗͙͚͚̟͓ ̰̭̖͉F̞̦̯͖̗O̺̬N̠͉̪̙T͕̦̭̣͓̞,̳̘͓ ̮͕̯B͇Y ̭͙̦̰͓͙͕Ṱ͇̭̟H̼̲̞̞̭E̜̰̝ ̤̥͚̼̤̩W͍̮̣̞ͅAY͚̝̫͕̹̥̺.
Agent 0086: тнαикѕ! :)
Well, the night Mom died, the rest of these dumb ghost relatives of mine started acting up. I did get one shred of news from great-grandpa Peter, though...
Peter: BOO! Ha ha ha ha, take that! You're gonna have to take that, if you're gonna be my heiress, missy! That's right, it's you!
Alyssa: Great, I get it! Leave!
It is a bit funny when they scare my sisters.
Iggy: Boo! Hahahahaha, I wish you could know how fun it is to scare people! Maybe soon you'll know!!
Eleanor: Daddy... please!
Peter: HEIRESS!
Alyssa: OKAY, great, THANKS!
Peter: YOU'RE THE HEIRESS!
Alyssa: GRANDPA PETER! Come ON!
Well I made it to adulthood, and thanks to the constant reminders of my great-grandpa I wish I never had to meet, I'm the heiress. So that means pumping out babies... after I become a military dictator. That sounds nice.
Esther: Happy Birthday, Alyssa!
Alyssa: I wouldn't be saying that if I were you, since I'm still so much prettier than you!
I found a job a day after becoming an adult in Psveurtzke's military. Our big operation in this region is to regain control of Unitatos, which works for me.
Eleanor has been doing pretty well in the Law career... which is only a testament to how poor the system of Law is in Pokalypton. A shame, really.
Meanwhile I've been taking a break from minion-gathering to exercise. After all, what's a tyrant without the ability to show off their power in single combat? I refuse to be some kind of lowly second-rate dictator!
I've been doing pretty well, which isn't shocking, because I am utterly perfect.
Eleanor's habit of harassing the local pet population finally paid off when this black creature came back a second time, looking for love. Love, what a boring topic.
Identification: Subject 2C, Meredith.
Meredith moved in. Too bad; I'm really going to miss my lovely hot dogs that I don't actually need to eat, thanks to the energizer.
Moments after moving in, Meredith managed to get in a fight with previously-mentioned local white demon-dog, Zea. And she lost.
How pathetic. If she wasn't going to save skilling for my children, I'd be utterly disgusted.
She has a bunch of terrible habits besides hostility; being absolutely filthy is one that is very annoying.
She also has learned nearly all of the tricks Sims can teach dogs, though, so I guess I'm not complaining.
Hell, I am complaining. She smells.
Dear old mother, bless her goddamn heart, loves to wander the house at night, despite having died as far away as she could have. She really cares for her daughters, I guess.
Really I think I'm doing fine on my own.
Other people haven't been doing so well... I'm not talking about my sisters, unfortunately. One of my minions was lingering upstairs too long at night, and was killed by Peter and Gideon. Right in the middle of my bedroom, fantastic.
Grandpa Kallias was also awake that night. I lived, obviously...
...but ANOTHER one of my minions wasn't so lucky. Billie Jean was killed by Peter and Kallias, who scared her in rapid succession. I tried to save her by telling her to get out--not because I really cared for her, but because she was one of my most stupidly loyal minions--but the ghosts were too fast (or she was just too dumb).
So Grim took another one of my minions, leaving a pink ghost behind.
You know, he's really starting to piss me off.
That was the only space where we had enough room to exercise in the living room, too, so the stereo will have to be moved to the roof.
Esther: Aww, Meredith, you're so cute, but I need to get thr-
Gideon: (BARK BARK BARK! BARK BARK! AND YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD GET A NEW DOG WITHOUT TELLING ME? COME PET ME, IN THE AFTERLIFE!)
Well at the very least, my disappointing sisters lived through the attacks, which I suppose is a good thing as they haven't lifted restrictions yet. Military raids on roads to Unitatos have been picking up, meanwhile, and I've been rising through the ranks pretty quickly.
Well, one day while collecting new followers I saw a boy that made me very, very angry.
Because he was very, very cute.
Identification: Evan Smith.
Alyssa: HEY, you! What do you think you're doing around here, you with your hair that matches mine almost perfectly?
Evan: Well if that's a complement, thank you!
Billie Jean: I could have married into this family at some point--I'd be a GREAT spouse, I'm a FAMILY Sim! Maybe I'll just have to start a GHOST family to spite these crazies...
I had my first kiss with Evan in the most romantic setting our house has to offer. He kissed well. I hate him.
Alright, I guess I don't hate him. I might even love him, uh, ew.
After that, I proposed. I couldn't help it, radiation-poisoned skin just looks so good on him.
And we need more restrictions lifted, A.S.A.P.
We got married that night, since I wasn't going to wait for the next Tuesday. No one came to watch, because my sisters apparently can't figure out how to use the stairs.
Identification: Subject 4B, Evan Yadreni.
GPCS: Libra, 2-8-2-6-7, Romance Sim
Desire: Become Hall of Famer (Athletic)
The hours after the wedding were spent pretty typically, skilling in the living room. I can't start having babies yet, not if I still want to become a top General.
General-hood might come sooner than one might think, though. What can I say--well I said it before, I'm perfect. Utterly flawless. And that is just a simple fact.
Poor, plain Eleanor, is still doing very well in Law. I really just don't know how she does it--maybe she's figured out blackmail. If so, she could be a powerful ally in times to come.
HAH, what a joke--she's too nice to do anything smart like that! I bet her boss just feels very sorry for her.
Identification: Abel Merlo.
Alyssa: Hey, look! A TV!
Abel: What? Where?
Alyssa: HAH, you play like my grandma! Besides, TV's are a myth, my sad, red-headed sheep.
Meredith is cute enough to get a nice mention. Well, not really, but she's in Show Biz for pets, and she's nearly topped the career, so that is worthy of a mention.
--And this act of washing her isn't a genuine show of affection for a form of life--no, yuck. She just can't get promotions if she's dirty.
....but she is pretty cute.
Energizers continue to play a big part in our lives. We have about a million of them, as Mom put down all that she could a couple of days before passing.
And Meredith definitely has turned out to be a good dog. She now serves as a role model for children to be good skillers, so they can skill however they want now. Don't ask me how that works out.
Meredith may be a star now, but soon I'm going to be a General. We'll see who the real top dog is then.
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