Jimmy's Arrival. Gen 1, part 1

This is the first time I've put a legacy blog up, so I'm new to typing it up, but not playing it.


It's sort of a side thing really, I may update occasionally but due to my other commitments don't be surprised if I can't.
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Jimmy Hammer, a kleptomaniac, friendly, frugal, virtuoso family oriented man arrived in a taxi to Sunset Valley.

He drove through a nice area, and headed for the town. He has big dreams and ambitions. mainly to be a  top movie score conductor.

Standing outside his work place, he surveyed the town. His scruffy appearance surprised a few locals, but he wasn't trailer trash. He is too poor for that. Trailer trash people have shoes, socks and a trailer. He only had a wall.

He went to an art gallery, sneaking past the sleeping guard, checking out the paintings, tempted to 'borrow' them. He knew better though. It was morning, the cameras were every where. So he decided to hold off on this thought,

Instead he turned his attentions to finding a wife. He chatted with one sim who looked promising, I was even fooled for a while, didn't see any husband nearby. When he asked if she was single she said she was engaged. Damn it!

Funnily enough she was also a work colleague too. Still at least he had a friend. Also check out the kid with bad fashion sense!

That night I decided to get Jimmy to utilise his theiving tendencies. He stole a light (boo!) and the flash car from the Landgrabbs (Yay!) It brought in a nice little sum of §2000 which he used to expand his hovel.

Err. I wouldn't even call it a shack yet but privacy was coming. Also, nice pants! Most of his initial money went to buying a guitar. He had some fun and skill building all in one instrument.

The next day the bills came, all §14 of them. While in his underwear I had him play his guitar for fun and learning. He got a skill point that day.

Soon came the work mobile and some actual shoes for our little hobo. He set off for work, where he met his friend and made some new ones.

And again that night he played a song about his work shoes to his mailbox. Mr Mailbox was not impressed.


Well that's it for this session, see you next time when the hunt for a wife begins!