the doomed grilled cheese asylum chapter 2

Night’s Sims presents…

Welcome back to the doomed grilled cheese asylum! This is my first chapter on slideshare….Tell me if I’m doing something wrong. This is the asylum! Reminder: Top

row, left to right, is American, Cheddar (my controllable sim), Swiss, Shredded, Monterrey, Provolone. Bottom row is Goat and Pepperjack.

We open with, of course, Cheddar’s aspiration being changed to grilled cheese. The first time I tried this it actually didn’t work, even though her

aspiration was only in the green. It gave me the screen to change it. Bad Sims! The one time I don’t want it to work…

Pepperjack and Monterray: YES! We have a machine that’s hurting this stupid person who’s imprisoning us!

Cheddar: Me stomach want cheese… She looks so sad here!

Everyone hung around and talked about sports that are nonexistent in the Sims for a while.

I started out with alarm clocks that I *thought* would help, since they might kind ofadhere my sims to a sleep schedule. However, Cheddar later got a night job so I tookthem away. I never really had a big problem finding a bed anyway.

*confetti falls from air* Congratulations, American! As a reward for being the first to use the toilet, you get a free broken toilet! (Note: rewards will be providedon day of release from asylum. Non-refundable.)

I thought having the TV in the same room as the beds would cause a big issue (with my sim not being able to sleep while the TV was running), but mostly it was only when Cheddar turned it on that it was a problem ;) Really, the best thing to do is get a night job, especially if you’re a grilled cheese sim. Cheddar would go to work in late afternoon, come back really early in the morning, and then she could eat a plate of grilled cheese before stealing a bed as everyone was waking up.

NO! Bad American! Don’t steal my grilled cheese!

Mine…all mine…

Luckily Cheddar tickled her, which got her away from the grilled cheese. I learned that you only have to eat the last bite of a grilled cheese to get the point, which was convenient. Ah! Pepperjack! Put that down!I seriously had to keep tickling both of them to get them away from the cheese.

See? No sooner than I start tickling Pepperjack then American goes off with another plate.

There. Got her to drop it. I found out if you initiate the action, the other sim will drop the grilled cheese, and you can cancel the action without actually doing it.

Ack! So much cooking going on at once! A lot of asylum players try to make food for all their patients…Me, I try to keep them away from mine ;)

Stupid Goat and Shredded here blocked the door to the bathroom, blocking all access. Nobody could get in for a while.

Ah, Grilled Cheese sims. So easy to keep platinum. (And fat).

*confetti falls from air* Congratulations, Swiss! As a reward for being the first to use the bath (for an insanely long bubble bath), you get a free shower! (Note: rewards will be provided on day of release from asylum. Non-refundable.) I find it ironic that Swiss, the sloppy sim, was the first to bathe.

This chick really creeps me out. Monterrey: I’m just thinking about how much I hate Swiss and the things I’m going to do to him once he gets out of that bathroom. And smiling evilly while doing it. *shudder*

Shredded: Did you watch the SimGrammies last night? I’m pretty sure we could win an award next year!Yes….Mwahahaha, skill, my pretties, SKILL!*ahem* Ur, um…Alright now, moving on.

Ah!!!! It’s the ghost of a gypsy on my lot!

Oh, never mind. Darn.

I’m going to show you some pictures that I could show you about a million times, because they happened about a million times.

Here we’ve got American on the Dance Sphere. And man, this thing is loud! It really should wake up other sims in the room, but it doesn’t. Neither does the karaoke machine.

And upside down she goes. Some sims held on better the first time round, while others fell out almost immediately.

American lasts through the first rotation.

…But falls out on the second.

*plop*

I’ll add some pictures of the karaoke machine later.

But for now, we head over to Provolone in the bathtub!

I was hoping Swiss would be the first to do this, but alas, no.

“Row, row, row your boat.”

Geez! I try to serve grilled cheese and immediately people start eating it! Get your own food!

I’m so mean to sims.

The asylumnites (like my new word?) seem to like to hang around the trash can. I don’t know why. Is it some new kind of fad for sims?

First, there were flamingoes. Then, there were gnomes. Then, there was grilled cheese. Now…The TRASHCAN!

Shredded: Congrats on moving into an asylum, Monterrey.Monterrey: I’m going to punch your face out.Provolone: Here comes the tickle monster!Swiss: You’re such a freak. Person person minus.

This seems like a very ironic picture.

Ah, how I love the double bed. “Ew, someone’s in my bed? Gotta get out.”

Swiss gambled and lost. He had to spend the night on the couch.

Why so angry, Goat?

Goat: There’s a PERSON in my bed!

Um, okay… Creepy smile.

He proceeded to go and sing. Didn’t wake anyone up, though.

Would’ve woken me up. *shudders*

Seriously. Everyone but him (and Cheddar, who was at work) was sleeping, and he’s screaming through the microphone. Really, EAxis?

He eventually just passed out near the karaoke machine.

Hey Cheddar. Haven’t seen you in a while.Cheddar: You give me no attention! Isn’t this asylum supposed to be about ME?Um…Unless you want to be a crazy person, no.

Monterrey: Oh, I’m so tired.Aren’t we all?

I’m kind of disappointed. This was about the one-week mark into the challenge, and nobody had set anything on fire yet. And now they had enough cooking points. Darn. I wanted to see things burn.No, I’m not a pyro. Why do you ask?

Monterrey eventually just fell asleep in her food. I’m just saying, don’t you think you would wake up? Especially if you squish your head into a plate full of spaghetti.

Herein begins the shooing wars.

Swiss starts the war with shooing at Cheddar.

He also attacks Provolone, whose army was stationed at the Barracks Toilet.

Not to be left out, Provolone attacked Cheddar, only an innocent bystander!

He continued to retaliate against Swiss’s stronghold, the Bathtub Fortress.

Swiss took out his anger on Cheddar yet again.

Before Swiss could fight back, Provolone let out a cry of help.

Not to be left out, Swiss sent out a cry for help as well. However, Provolone’s situation was getting worse.

In fact, it was so bad that he nearly had to surrender.

(Side note: *confetti falls from air* Congratulations, Provolone! As a reward for being the first to pee your pants, you get a free pair of underwear! (Note: rewards will be provided on day of release from asylum. Non-refundable.)

Giving up the Barracks Toilet, but still not giving up, Provolone headed over to the Sink Base(in). (See what I did there? Base…in? Basin? Get it? Lol, I’m so funny. Not.) There he waged war on Swiss once again.

Swiss, however, told him he never wanted to see him again.

The war, however, continued on, and Provolone hit again!

It was getting close, but Swiss still had some tricks up his sleeve.

Provolone wasn’t about to give up, though.

As it turned to morning, both continued battling.

*yawn* really, can you guys just finish this?

Finally, Swiss surrendered with the agreement that he could get a nice, fresh sandwich!

Provolone celebrated his victory with a nice, warm bubble bath.

Swiss, meanwhile, poured out his sadness about losing to Monterrey.

She didn’t enjoy it.

Shredded: I’m, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy that it hurts…

Yeah, hurts as in burns my eardrums out!!!

These are the obligatory karaoke pictures.

I’m too sexy for my love too sexy for my loveLove’s going to leave me

I’m too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirtSo sexy it hurtsAnd I’m too sexy for Milan too sexy for MilanNew York and Japan

And I’m too sexy for your party Too sexy for your partyNo way I’m disco dancing

I’m a model you know what I meanAnd I do my little turn on the catwalkYeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeahI do my little turn on the catwalk

I’m too sexy for my car too sexy for my car Too sexy by farAnd I’m too sexy for my hatToo sexy for my hat what do you think about that

I’m a model you know what I meanAnd I do my little turn on the catwalkYeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeahI shake my little touche on the catwalk

And I’m too sexy for this song.

“I’m Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred.Now never make me think of those lyrics again. I didn’t want to, but god…It was so perfect.

Shredded! Look what you did! You knocked American out with your stupid song!

Often, unfortunate things happen when people become clumped in the bathroom…

Now Monterrey, un-impale your arm from Mr. Cheese’s throat.

American! Put down that grilled cheese this instant! I don’t care that it’s moldy…I need it for my LTW!!!

This guy creeps me out.Goat: I’m worried I’ll never get my family, but man, I’m so happy!

God, she really doesn’t like anyone, does she?

I feel like I own a house full of pets. I’ll just spot a random puddle somewhere and be like, “Oh, American must have wet her pants again. Oh well, better mop it up and lecture her a bit.”

Maybe the person in that last statement should have been Goat.

What? Monterrey showing an emotion other than anger (or violence)? Amazing!

Monterrey: I’m crying because Pepperjack *sniffle* stinks so much!

It’s pretty sad when most of your asylum pictures are in the bathroom. Here Monterrey is shooing people, Shredded’s crying, Goat and Pepperjack are staring at him, and Provolone’s pulling a banned 4 lyfe on Goat’s butt.

This kid really is confused. No wonder they admitted him to the asylum.

Oh dear. Now we’ve got a shooing/stinky/worry war going on here.

Another two puddles appear mysteriously…

Oh dear. And hear we have shooing wars, hunger failure, and stinky sims. I should have called this chapter “The Bathroom Chapter.”

In this asylum, I decided not to clean anything. Most of the problem was in the bathroom, and we were in there quickly anyway. Plus there were enough neat sims that they should have been able to keep it under control.

Finally, American! I think you might be the sanest one here right now.

American: Shh, I’m trying to outsmart my opponent. They’re really smart. I think they might be a Russian spy*.

Um…Never mind.

*Not meant to be offensive, I just said this because she’s all patriotic and stuff… Nothing against Russians ;)

Provolone: Ew Goat, you stink.

Look at yourself!

Provolone: Blegh. I think you might make me throw up.

Goat: Oh, I’m going to punch you!

Nice job there, Swiss.Monterrey, shut up. Nobody cares.Goat, stop staring. That’s a little creepy.

The multitasking simmer- able to scold three sims at once!

To try and clear up the congestion in the bathroom, I had Cheddar “call over” Provolone. However, it didn’t work.

But the problem is that Cheddar really has to go to the bathroom. So I send her into the battle field…

But there are pile-ups and “ew, stink”s and thought bubbles getting in the way…

Plus an accident that has everyone going crazy.

Pretty sad when 6/8 asylum patients are in the bathroom.

Uh-oh. Time for some banned 4 lyfe pictures.

Goat was taking a sponge bath* and Cheddar decided to primp up a bit (freewill…grrr) and there was an…erm…interesting situation.

**confetti falls from air* Congratulations, Goat! As a reward for being the first to take a sponge bath, you get a free lifetime supply of sponges! (Note: rewards will be provided on day of release from asylum. Non-refundable.)

I have no words.

So many limbs…Whose belongs to who?

…No comment…

Um…Awkward…

You know what, just look at the rest of the pictures. I can’t bear to watch.

All done now? Mostly.

Oh, Cheddar? What are you crying about?

Cheddar: (censored) You fill in the blanks, so I don’t get banned 4 lyfe.

Luckily, she escapes to the other mirror, so she can primp in peace while Goat sponge bathes in peace.

Now there’s six people here, not including Cheddar. What is this madness?

Oh my gosh. People actually cleared out for long enough for someone to take a bath! Woah!

I think this was the first time only one person was in there in…A while.

This was creepy. Shredded looked straight at me, and then his hygiene-deprived thought bubble loomed over my head…

Ok, maybe I’m over-dramatizing this.

*confetti falls from air* Congratulations, Monterrey! As a reward for being the first to worry, you get free therapy appointments for the rest of your life! (Note: rewards will be provided on day of release from asylum. Non-refundable.)

Gaah! The stink wars rage on!

This chapter should have been called “Bathroom Battles.”

Next time on “Bathroom Battles”- *cough* excuse me, “The Doomed Grilled Cheese Asylum”, we see a floating grey mist. You figure it out.*

Bye! -Night

*Hint: There’s a scythe involved.