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Why Must Sims Crash After 17 Hours Of Building? Why Does My Adhd Not Remind Me To Save? I'm Not Crying.
why must sims crash after 17 hours of building? why does my adhd not remind me to save? i'm not crying. you're crying.
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fairuza painted.
then she painted some more.
the sun rose high in the sky and still, she painted.
it was as if the chirping birds, scurrying foxes, and general lack of hustle and bustle unleashed some death grip that the city had on her creative muse. ideas flooded out faster than she could afford the canvas to capture them. had fairuza really gone so long without realizing how disconnected from nature she had become? now the dirt underneath her feet felt like the embrace of an old friend.
so she painted how that felt too.
fairuza's family has always been travelers and artisans. throughout her childhood they hopped from place to place which, admittedly, was exciting and fun, but eventually she realized that all her friends felt arms length. nothing was rooted. so when the palette family moved to the arts district of san myshuno, fairuza decided to stay.
still, it wasn't everything that she had dreamed. between school, city life, and trying to make enough to keep rent, her art fell to the wayside. there was no time for inspiration in this endless grind. there was no room for creativity in this cramped living quarter. surely there had to be somewhere for her.
that is when she walked by the notice board in her building and saw: 'tiny town adventure: apply today!'
when the funds for more new canvases ran out, fairuza noticed the unsettling feeling of something watching her from a bush just on the edge of town. the skin prickled on the back of her neck. wasn't she supposed to be out here alone?
"hello?" she called to the now eerily quiet day and the startling noise that returned sounded almost like a little song. suddenly, a lithe, black fox leapt from the foliage and greeted her. fairuza laughed and returned a relieved melody of her own. it was just a new friend.
as the sun rose and fell on this first day in tiny town, fairuza focused on the completion of a few important chores. homework before school tomorrow, buying a spigot to wash up, and cooking her first meal. (although quickly realizing the majority of it would go bad with no fridge in which to keep it.)
but hey, what was a new adventure without a few mistakes?
