Far Cry 4
First morning in my new home and it just happens to be raining! A place for everything and everything in it’s place. I recovered the souvenir mirror from the bushes, moved the rest of the furniture indoors, and had some basic plumbing and a cheap kitchen installed.
Gave the blown gnome a perch above some storage drawers.
I took my time and enjoyed my juice while the bus driver mashed on her hooter until, I’m sure, she burst a few veins.
The mail carrier came racing onto the lot and filled my mailbox with bills. The tax assessors wasted no time in determining the worth of my property and billed me accordingly, no doubt.
After school I made a stop at Aleister’s to drop off one of the Tiberium spires that formed from the dust for consignment. No sooner had it gotten listed than someone purchased it for a healthy profit 13K more than if I’d sold it myself for the initial 43K appraisal.
I got my new desktop computer but I’m loathe to set it up! :P Granted, I can’t play TS3 on my current one (for some reason it just doesn’t run as smooth as it once did - my laptop which is comparable to the old desktop runs a fully loaded TS3 with MOAR CC and does so effortlessly).
I was wondering why there were so many seeds at Mick’s Karaoke Bar, then I remember I originally placed the green house there. :P
My Bridgeport by rflong
More of the same on Sunday! Lots more! Plenty more!
Today I found a megaphone and a bag of spray paint cans tucked behind a dumpster. You can sure find some interesting stuff digging through garbage. One could make a living at this.
“Look out empty, empty world. I have arrived.”
Off to sell my meager finds at the Consignment Shop. The lady no longer cringed when I came in all smelly. Perhaps she likes my putrescent odor. I met a new lady at the salon
(stupid non-working lighting in the Ambitions lots) after having a less than acceptable tattoo experience. I overheard some guy talking about me, too.
The Tiberium I had consigned with Billie finally sold for over 12K Simoleans. It was more than enough to have a small cottage built to house all of my precious finds.
Saturday; no school on Saturdays or Sundays! No wonder these people aren’t very intelligent. I finished up my homework before striking out on a day of dumpster diving and collecting.
I did get to see more of the city while moving about from dumpster to dumpster, so that’s a plus. The day’s haul was pretty good. I guess I’ll hang on to the furnishings until I discover something better than what I have. I was amazed to find the TV in working order without electricity. At least this culture has made some advancements, although their programming isn’t worth watching. (And thank goodness for the pack of holding, Father. At least i don’t need to steal a vehicle.)
Last stop is the garden to replenish my food stocks. While there, I take advantage of a quick sponge bath to rid myself of the grime and stench.
I was able to afford some wieners at the grocers as I passed by and decided to treat myself to a fresh grilled dinner. I made a mad wiener dash from the garden to the park next door where I discovered a grill earlier. Just don’t ask where the rolls came from. I don’t want to have to make something up.
Being an alien allows me to restore my brain power whenever and wherever. Sometimes I feel a little disconnect in my concentration, though.
I think the bus driver is out to get me. She loves to make me waver on my hover board. She’ll get hers one day.
I spend so much time at Aleister’s; using the bathroom; that I am often re-combobulating the toilet and sink. At least I don’t have to stick my hand down in the bowl to unclog it. Ew; just ew! I don’t think Billie ever cleans this place.
Collecting flowers and selling them through the Consignment Shop has proven to be quite profitable. All of this collecting, and dumpster diving really makes a person hungry. I got a craving for a snow cone, but it wasn’t enough to sate my hunger, so I followed it up with a greasy taco. Alas, the taco gave me food poisoning.
After spending some time in a nearby bathroom, hugging the porcelain god, I made my way to the Art Studio where I was told I could smelt my metal finds for free. I smelted all of my metals and ended my visit by blowing a gnome.
I really need to get some serious money so I can erect some walls. There isn’t much privacy in an open field next to a film studio. Ever.
The city saw fit to provide a mailbox and trash collection bin, though, so I can now b billed for my squatting and keep the empty place clean.
Leisure Day. The clerk at the Consignment Shop wouldn’t take the rocks I’d found. She suggested going to Aleister’s up the hill.
“Willie will buy those rocks," she promised.
Willie was different. Pointed ears like me, yet not quite like mine. He told me the best way to make money on the rocks was to cut them. He had a machine over by the window that does that.
I tried to transmuted the metals I had before selling them to him. They didn’t increase in value that much. I’ll try again next time. I tossed the first of the gems into the machine and it came out in this spire shape. Willie started hopping and whistling.
“Boy, do you know what you got there?" and before I could answer he continued, "That’s Tiberium. I’ve never seen it before, but it’s the only gem you can cut into spires with that machine. It’s worth plenty. Collect up that dust it left behind. If you leave it out somewhere, it will grow into spires, too. More valuable than this one you cut.”
I don’t think he took one breath in that whole spiel. I placed the cut Tiberium and a couple smaller gems up for consignment with him and tossed the dust in my pack. I snacked on a space rock to increase my brain power before Willie talked me into researching a little Alchemy from a tome in the shop.
I learned an elixir recipe and want to try to make it. That didn’t go so well. I’ll try again some other time.