@crvptd is calling, pick up phone!
Factory Reset ! ( either for her remembering and him not, or some sort of interaction from before they actually met? 👀)
he should be grateful to be alive.
ungrateful. selfish. lazy. unworthy.
so much had been sacrificed to ensure he was still around to see this day. another day behind a pane of glass, sunken down within his own skin, watching the world transpire around him as he simply moved through it. no more than a ghost.
you should be grateful.
peppino spaghetti, barely aged past 20 years old and looking far older, flicked a cigarette carelessly into the underbrush before crushing it under his boot. he often escaped into the woods just north of town to be alone. not alone in the sense where the nights were too quiet without a second series of breaths to fill the empty air or alone in that the bus seat next to him was never offered and never taken, reserved for a passenger that would never again arrive to fill it.
alone as in. no worrying looks. no grandfatherly wisdom that he doubted he'd make much use of, useless and numb as he'd become these days. no joyless comforting smiles. just him. and his fists.
his body lived on, even when his mind and heart felt half - dead or TOO alive with sensations and panic and terror and absolute foaming, drooling, shaking FURY. his body had demands, food and rest. his body could be disciplined for failing to break, when everything within it had shattered to pieces.
couldn't even give your life to save his. couldn't live right. couldn't even die right. coward. worthless. die. die. die. die.
one, two, one, two. a pattern of fists, driving into splintering wood again, again, again again until the trunks of the trees he was punching so brutally inevitably gave way and collapsed. then it was on to the next tree, or the next stone to punch for hours until he was exhausted, bloodied, and sore.
at least he felt something, piercing and deep. something that stayed.
he sank down to a sit, at the end of the latest session of destruction, fists a mess of slashed skin and blood. he ached all over. but, like the first chill of a winter morning, it only sank so deep. his anger, his sorrow, his regret still bubbled below the surface of that impenetrable icy layer.
fingers grazed over damp locks of hair atop his head before seizing the curls in a furiously tight grip, peppino's body beginning to rock back and forth. he could scream. god, he could just SCREAM, but like everything else it sat deep within his chest and refused to be drawn out.
so he just sat there and bled.
useless.
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this is a little niche and probably incredibly difficult to try to animate but a cool idea for the nostalgia set specifically in the kitchen is one of those pull out trash cans from the cabinets.
We had one in an old house my family lived in, cousins & I would always play in it and hide in it but I was just thinking about older trash can themes while i was using the kitchen set for my current build.
added it to the download folder :)
it uses the tuning for the nano-can, so you'll receive simoleons for your trash
note: sims are able to throw garbage away, and the cabinet will animate, but they won't actually route *to* the trash can first; they just sort of chuck it into the abyss. whenever i try to add constraints to the interaction, the sim can no longer throw away trash, so i've left it as-is for now. trash cans do not like to be edited apparently, and changing any little bit of tuning can make it stop functioning altogether. (if anyone knows how to force sims to route with the trash, please let me know!)
also you'll notice the cupboard is slightly darker than the others. it's using a different shader, because the counter shader prevents the animation from playing. another annoying little thing i'm not sure how to fix
it's far from perfect, but i hope you get some use out of it!
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@memoryofdcst sent a meme:
❝ don’t think too hard about it. ❞
"You say that, but it's not quite as easy as simply 'not thinking.' When one is cooking, one can experiment with the ingredients to an extent. However, baking is not as forgiving." Making bread has never looked so complicated.
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