Wednesday, 28 November 2012
Monday, 26 November 2012
Sunday, 25 November 2012
Wednesday, 21 November 2012
Future's Present Chapter 10: Frankie
Frankie! Remember her? You’ve heard of her, haven’t you? Who is she?
Mrs Hilton has written some letters to Bobbie, shouldn’t she have recieved at least one of them by now?
What’s up with the dumb picture? More to the point, what’s up with the creepy sci-fi guy?
Does Chapter Ten answer any of these questions?
Monday, 19 November 2012
Friday, 16 November 2012
Wednesday, 14 November 2012
Future's Present Chapter Nine: Opperation Beat Mariah
Also for those waiting for chapter one of Recolour, it's been delayed a little bit as I got called into work, but it's almost done. Sorry about the delay!
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
Saturday, 10 November 2012
Recolour Prologue
Before it all happened our world was normal. Sims lived. Sims Loved. Sims Died. Some of us got along and some of us didn’t. We were all different. We lived in a world full of light and colour.
Then everything changed.
Day Zero.
The day that reset every clock, every calender, every reckoning. The day the colour fled our lives.
The meteor strike caused much death and destruction. It poisoned our air, our soils and us. It striped the colour from our very souls. At first no one complained; half of us were so thankful to be alive and the other half thought we’d all die from the noxious gasses or deadly earth anyway. But those of us who survived didn’t die. Not all of us, anyway. Some of us lived and eventually we began to mourn what we’d lost. Our homes, our families, our friends and our colour.
We lived— no, we survived and despite all brought forth a new generation. Then another.
In year fifty reports started filtering in. Colour had been spied in the lakes district! It was no more than a tuft of yellow hair here, a flash of a green eye there, but it was colour. We wanted to send our best scientists, but the locals were suspicious, they feared we wanted to take away what they had, to pilfer their resources. I’m ashamed to say that with the state of the world since day zero they had every reason to fear. Instead we sent a young couple. The couple was intelligent and had skills the community needed. Their mission was to live and work in the lake districts and to report back their observations. And to love, that was important too because the colour was showing stronger with every generation.
And so they went to start their legacy and recolour our world.
Then everything changed.
Day Zero.
The day that reset every clock, every calender, every reckoning. The day the colour fled our lives.
The meteor strike caused much death and destruction. It poisoned our air, our soils and us. It striped the colour from our very souls. At first no one complained; half of us were so thankful to be alive and the other half thought we’d all die from the noxious gasses or deadly earth anyway. But those of us who survived didn’t die. Not all of us, anyway. Some of us lived and eventually we began to mourn what we’d lost. Our homes, our families, our friends and our colour.
We lived— no, we survived and despite all brought forth a new generation. Then another.
In year fifty reports started filtering in. Colour had been spied in the lakes district! It was no more than a tuft of yellow hair here, a flash of a green eye there, but it was colour. We wanted to send our best scientists, but the locals were suspicious, they feared we wanted to take away what they had, to pilfer their resources. I’m ashamed to say that with the state of the world since day zero they had every reason to fear. Instead we sent a young couple. The couple was intelligent and had skills the community needed. Their mission was to live and work in the lake districts and to report back their observations. And to love, that was important too because the colour was showing stronger with every generation.
And so they went to start their legacy and recolour our world.
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