Ahti is a man with a dream- a dream to build a fully functioning giant mecha-robot-snail entirely from empty milk bottles, duct tape and disassembled cheese graters. As to whether its actually possible or not, he doesn’t really know, but that’s sure as hell not gonna stop him from trying.

Nadine is not amused. Nadine is never amused. 

Or so she’d like you to think. In truth, she’s rather partial to a bit of toilet humour, but that doesn’t really go with the whole I-hate-everything-go-die-in-a-hole persona she’s aiming for, and would prefer to keep that secret secretly stashed in a secret place, forever.

Yuri, one of my favourite sims ever. Also wins the title of Mr Un-photogenic 2013, since I’ve been sat here for bloody ages trying to get one, just one picture of him that looks somewhat decent. Why is screenshotting pixel-people so hard, goddammit.

Judging by the many lustful, unbroken gazes passers by tend to aim in his direction, Yannic appears to be a hypnotist of sorts. Unfortunately for the many sims who developed major crushes on him without his knowledge, he’s more interested in thinking of every conceivable method of death involving a teacup than any form of romantic adventure.

For the GoS April Sim challenge, prompt ‘Hope’.

If there’s one thing Jerome wants more than any other in the entire universe, it’s to not be captured by his former planet mates and taken back to a world that’s no longer his. You see, Jerome wasn’t originally from Sim-Earth. Hell, his name isn’t even actually Jerome. Formerly called Thrallangerbroz’x’theregmire, Jerome was a lowly citizen of the planet Gabraxzenax-F3, trapped eternally in the position of chief foot-scrubber of King Greberlnaq III. There was not one job worse than this on the entirety of the planet, which by any means was already pretty crappy, for the King’s feet gave off a stench so foul  it could be classed as a lethal bioweapon in pretty much any other civilisation ever. He isn’t even sure how he survived more than a day of the universe’s smelliest job, let alone steal a spaceship and crash-land into the face of Sim-Earth. He doesn’t even care. He just hopes he never has to scrub another foot, or smell another stink so bad ever again.

The only thing in life that Derik’s ever won was a ‘who can scream the loudest?’ contest when he was eight years old, and even that was only because the one other contestant had lost their voice, and could barely manage more than a whisper. 

Mister Nameless Guy has a perpetual expression of slight nervousness on his face. Despite this, he fears nothing. Nothing, as long as you don’t count  his fear of being eaten alive by an angry bunch of big bright blue beanie-baby bees

Kaisa is a huge fan of bad taxidermy. In her garage, she’s currently constructing a dino-chicken-tapir-zebra-cockroach-worm-cow-hamster hybrid thing, and has plans to attach it to a set of roller skates so she can take it on walks and the like. It will be glorious.