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What is the biggest problem with the Sims 4, in your opinion?

Finally finished my sim for @angel-cake120's sim-swap! The 27th Specimen (aka "Livard") was present at the bastion during the collapse. During the breach of security by infected entities, they fled their containment and awaited the aftermath, which allowed them to gain freedom. On their escape, they looted a few items from or nearby faculty corpses, including the cardigan of Dr. Livard (who's name-tag was attached. Entity 27 would appropriate the name for herself.) "Livard" the entity is immune to the outbreaking pathogen, but due to experimental biology, mutated a form of the pathogen which can spread to machines. They are immune to this strain, but still a carrier.

A secondary stolen article of clothing can be seen tied around their waste. (CC links and Tray file will be posted sometime soon. Keep a look out.)

I just spent around ten hours on a sim.

And a third of the time was spent trying to find a god damn nametag that would fit over their jacket!

Tell Me About Your Sim Worlds!

Hey there worldbuilders! You’ve got a world brewing inside your head, and I wanna hear all about it! Comment. Reblog. Anything. Just tell me about your shit!

When All The Cool Clothes Are Restricted To Fem Models:

Ngl I have so many male sims who are ‘female’ in the code, I just used presets/sliders to change their appearance, changed their pronouns he/him, and set their anatomical functions to what they were supposed to be. I don’t just mean my transmasc dudes either! A lot of my cis men were also made this way to bypass the damn outfit restrictions!

Let my men dress up, damn it!

The Curse Of Randomized Townies

This is just a perspective forged of my own experiences. If anybody else out there likes the random townie system in The Sims 4, your stance is valid. Keep enjoying yourself 💕

But for myself and others who feel the same way, I will be breaking down my stance on Sims 4 randomized townies, and the curse I find them to be on my game.

I have fond memories of a certain open world sims game. One of the most beautiful things to me about this game was the life it captured at all times. The idea that your sim was never alone in their world. All it took was a single button to instantly zoom out and gaze upon the entirety of the city your sim was part of.

The townies were evidence of that. They were alive. You could pan across town, click a random sim you had never seen, and follow them anywhere. The store rabbitholes, the public pool, their own home. There was life and movement around your own sim at all times. These townies had names. They had stories going on. They lived and walked in the same fashion as the player’s own.

Sims 4 did away with that. Gone are the days of community amongst modern sims. Now, we find them sealed away to derelict pocket dimensions known as “lots.”

And a pathetic amount of lots there are. To make up for the meager quantity of livingspace, Electronic Arts unleashed worldbuilding hell upon everyone.

Random Generated Townies. Strange and disoriented wanderers of the sims landscape, sporting an unregulated mash of Maxis assets and a few tragically enabled-for-random pieces of Custom Content. To populate the wasteland that is a town that can only house ten whole families, these corporately-deployed skinwalkers wander the sidewalks outside of homes and the halls of the few communal lots, eradicating any sense of consistency with their strange powers to pop into existence one day then vanish the next.

Have you ever made the mistake of falling in love with a random townie? Ask to move into their home, and you will be met with the eerie truth: there is no “home” for them. They are birthed from the void, and they return to the void.

The “life” they live is merely an illusion centered around you, to keep you feeling like you live in a world that is alive. But this illusion is not even skin-deep. A mere papercut is enough to sunder the suspension of disbelief in twain.

And for us worldbuilders: what of the world we wanted to make? The stories we wanted to tell? The lives we wanted to place in our worlds? They are unceasingly drowned out by a torrent of artificial, lifeless faces, destroying all semblance of theme, atmosphere, and continuity.

A little bit of lore for Lor!

His name is pronounced “Lure” (like for fishing.)

He was not born on earth! He is an extraterrestrial 👽

His job involves keeping important records and files! Suppose that makes him a bit of a LOREkeeper.

His name is short for something 👀 But he’ll never tell you what it is.

He doesn’t like talking to people. He thinks people are annoying. BUT he DOES like hanging out in his room (he lives in small outpost bases) and coloring books!

He has space autism. He’s his species’ equivalent to autistic, and he’s not gonna bother masking it. In fact! He’ll intentionally lean into his own weirdness to make annoying people go away.

He does not eat frogs!! Somebody started a rumor about that, but I am here to tell you. Frogs are his friends ❤️❤️

He also has just about the highest level security clearance possible. So if you want to sneak into his room to look at his frogs, your ass is going to prison. I am sorry.

Such a pretty character.

Panther Rose

He’s seventeen and he owns a gas station. His serpentine lower body is constantly getting shut in doors. He curses his mother for passing down her giant horns to him. One time, a partially flayed man staggered into his store and died there. Not too much he hasn’t seen at this point.

Hit me up if you wanna talk about your sillies.

I love chatting about OCs. If you guys want to infodump to somebody about your little guys that live in your brain and sims 4 game, I’m all ears! Just hit me up.

ADHD x Autism smooch

They’re so cute I hope nothing bad happens

They’re lesbians, your honor.

I love making sims to music! What are some of you guys’ recommendations?

(No songs with slurs please. Apart from that? Go nuts.)

He just watched a man die at 7/11

Hester Rinnick! An absolute badass chiroptera and ex-hitman (business is slow during the zombie apocalypse.) Currently she’s chilling out in a big abandoned house, trying to keep the neighborhood kids safe from looters and people who are taking the collapse of society as an opportunity to be real crappy people.

We need more weird Alpha CC

Everybody has their preference, and I personally enjoy making realistic sims. There’s something really satisfying about designing a creature that looks real.

But more than Alpha CC, I enjoy weird CC. I love stuff that lets me make strange critters. Tails. Horns. Wings. Antenna. All of that.

Unfortunately, it is surprisingly rare I find a combination of these two, and I think it’s a real missed opportunity. I suppose it’s a matter of common tastes, with hyperrealism fans preferring to stick to base humans, and a lot of Occult Sim fans preferring Maxis Match. Oh well. It’s a shame.

My pose and build mode folders are currently a wreck, so here's some crappy CAS images of Maxwell. She's a (mostly) human skater woman living in a cyberpunk-ish cityscape inhabited by creatures of all sorts. Maybe when I get my file situation sorted I can introduce you to some of her friends.

Love Lor's freaky little animations

The Epic Slog

There once was a wee lad who thought virtual humans just didn’t look right without cat ears, so he learned to mod his game.

He grabbed a handful of cool things online, and haphazardly cast them into the shallow basin the tutorials told him was the answer to his pain.

Not first did he consider to organize. No. He rubbed his hands together anxiously and clicked on the game.

And he hoped, and he prayed.

And he clicked “New Game.”

And there she was. The first modded sim. He cloaked her in a wrap of hyperrealistic flesh and filled her skull’s sockets with the gelatinous orbs that actually sparkled in the warm light of a cheese-born stove fire.

And his heart soared at her existence.

But his heart was also dripping as it flew, slowly. And why does a heart drip slowly? That is because a heart penetrated by a blade will not fully rupture, but only bleed with each passing beat. Little at a time, leaking out when not clamped shut by the pressure of the muscles tensing as they propelled blood.

And penetrated his heart had been. Not by dagger or spear, but by the claws of a little writhing worm.

And he required more.

And he went out hunting for more.

Day and night, the ritual repeated. More, more. More modifications. More files. More customized content for this digital world.

Add to the pile. Add to the pile!

The shallow basin dug deeper, and deeper. And across years it became a churning sea of files. Packages like eels, slithering around in the dark. Folders like grand wales, with bellies full of secrets.

And finally, the lad had to look upon what he had made. A massive monument to his lack of caution. For what he had made he had no longer tamed. …because due to poor environmental management, everything was actually completely and utterly dead.

And THAT is why you organize your mod folder! Don’t let it accumulate into forbidden primordial soup over several years.

Because untangling the forbidden primordial soup is very long and very, very boring!

(On a very unrelated note, what is your favorite method of organizing your mod folder?)

A warm welcome to Lor! One of my first quad sims, FINALLY made possible with SDMsims' innovative preset!