Jasmine Datlow Inherits the Torch
I'm very, very sorry for not updating this beloved challenge for so long. The Datlow's are not dead, but I did need a little motivation to get back into playing them again. So I installed a hack by JM Pescado called nodormieprotect, which goes back to how things were before the first patch and holds dormies accountable for their needs. Instead of making them invulnerable to everything and annoying as all get out as they can magically play the guitar for 18 hours straight except when the game forces them to class or to their dorm to "sleep", now I'm surrounded by idiots that have to take care of themselves or suffer the consequences, just like at the main lot. Or, so I thought.
To bring you back up to speed: Jordan Datlow has just relinquished the torch to his first born. He and his wife Flora have six children in all the first four (Rinaldo, Gawain, Lainey and Nathaniel) were adoped, and all six have to get married for Flora to be in perma-plat. Jasmine has inherited the torch, while her sister Jacqueline is going to be sent to college and married off as soon as possible.
To start the ball rolling, I locked Jasmine in a room upstairs to marathon-earn her billiards scholarship. Meanwhile the friend she brought home from school, Achilles Stone, is left to the tender mercies of three autonomous Sims with low social. Poor boy.
Hardly any time seemed to have passed at all and already it was time for Jasmine to say good-bye to her parents and head off to a new life at college with a new interesting hack installed to spice things up.
I should note, I have been having this problem since before I got this hack installed in other neighborhoods, this is the first time in this particular neighborhood though. Audrey Raven, meet... Audrey Raven.
Here's Jasmine with her new college look in her new dorm. "Idiots, Idiots everywhere, but there's still a term paper to write. I'll call it: Foray into Accountability."
She didn't seem to fit in very well at the dorm. What Datlow does? Here she attempts to break the ice with Ms. Raven by confiding in her about how she used to wet herself a lot, back when she was autonomous. Audrey doesn't seem impressed.
"No, seriously. Wetting yourself really isn't all that bad. I mean sure there is the humiliation, the endless teasing, the visits with the therapist, but in the end you realise you can still be a good Sim even if you were too stupid to make it to an available toilet on time. After that it's just a matter of making it to the shower before you get distracted by a shiny musical instrument, you can waste hours on those things, the next thing you know you are starving to death and about to pass out from exhaustion, not to mention still stink to high heaven! Funny thing, huh?"
Later Lucina Pyle, who was listening in on the afore pictured conversation, follows Jasmine into the bathroom, I guess to insure that she actually does use it now that she is no longer autonomous. Lucina looks just like Audrey only with different eye color and skin tone. Kinda creepy.
It's been three days now and the dormies seem to be flagging. When Jasmine came downstairs I saw that three dormies were sprawled out in the dining hall fast asleep on the floor. I installed speakers in every hall, bathroom and outside in an attempt to keep the traffic lanes clear. The dormies were still drifting off to sleep in odd places, but they always woke right back up again. I figured if they wanted to sleep, that's what their dorm room is for.
Apparently when a dormie is actually accountable for their needs, things go bad. The game doesn't really have a way for them to take care of themselves, it wasn't long before Ms. Audrey Raven fell victim to her own mismanagement.
Several dormies came out to mourn her death, and subsequently to complain of the general stench of unwashed bodies and ultimately to pass out from sheer exhaustion.
Barely a semester had passed before Audrey began to haunt and to poke in to the dorm's refrigerator to look for food.
Jasmine, of course, was the first person she scared. "This is all your fault! Musical instruments are nothing next to the lure of endless games of hackie-sack, and repetitive compulsions to do needless homework assignments!"
Once Jasmine completed her freshman year, I had her sister Jacqueline join her. Here a new dormie wets himself on the spot once he's home from class, another dormie laughs and Jacqueline just thinks this entire spectacle is disgusting.
The dormie who had just that morning poked fun at another dormie for wetting himself fell victim to the same curse of autonomoty in a far more lethal fashion. On arriving home from campus Orpheus Harrower fell to his knees and died of starvation.
Everyone came out to mourn this new death. Immediately afterwards... oh come on, doesn't anyone bathe in this dorm?
Jasmine doesn't seem to think so, she also seems to be getting thoroughly sick of this charade.
"Honestly, and you thought I was bad?"
Another day, another death, this one from being frightened to death by a ghost. His name was Raguel Darling. Not that either of my girls cared. They almost seemed to celebrate as, entirely of their own accord, they immediately decided to do a Cheer. Vooo... Grim Reaper!
Once the ghosts began haunting with a vengence it really was only a matter of time before a dormie's death. Things went from bad, to worse. I also found out that while the game forces dormies to bed from 10PM - 5AM(ish) they don't actually get any sleep. The game doesn't bother filling the energy bar at all. So the dormies had no way to gain any energy unless I controlled them. And, even temporarily controlling them to send them to bed wouldn't work because the game would wake them to perform dormie actions as soon as I deselected them!
When would the madness end?
Well, duh! Jasmine graduated with a 4.0 GPA, several thousand in her pocket from spending her free time painting and no friends as every time she made one they would inevitably meet a harrowing end. It almost seemed as if the other dormies were avoiding the Datlow sisters towards the end, but that could have just been from the bad mood everyone was in.
The dorm seemed glad to see the back of the fifth generation torch holder.
And, for good reason. There were twenty dead dormies by the end of this little foray into accountability. And, yes, the dormie in this picture met his end as well soon after this picture was taken, poor guy.
A few days later Jacqueline graduated, it was time to get the girls married. Sixth generation is just around the corner! And yes, as soon as I finished playing them through college I took the hack out. Never again!
Posted by Bitsy at 09:29 PM Comments
I laughed so hard at this entry I snorted coffee out my nose.
AWESOME.
Posted by: phetheria on August 14, 2006 02:45 PM
Yay, the Datlows are back! I'm really happy to see you blogging about them again.
That's one crazy hack... dead dormies everywhere. It must not be a part of their scripting, to care for their needs... as they don't ever sleep in beds or anything when they enter their rooms. They just stand there and hang out.
Posted by: Mao on August 14, 2006 08:37 PM
Hahaha, what a hilarious hack! That must have been insane...all those college kids dying like that! Hahahaha!
Posted by: Mandie on August 31, 2006 08:28 AM
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