Gwurgh! (brutish frustration)

Over a week ago I stated my problems with the screenshot how I wouldn't be able to continue until this was fixed. I was told the update would be really soon then. It hasn't been and I cannot continue till it is. But whatever! I'll wait. Angrily yes, but waiting is waiting. The contest ended a while ago. And I got TWO whole followers and I'd only had the blog for like, what, a couple weeks? Don't fear readers! I'm still here! The upside of this whole thing is that I'll get to really improve my story line because I've had more time to work on stuff in advance. Stick around and I think you'll find the story to fare well!

Thanks for reading,

SCK

Aww Man!

Hey guys!

I've been having some problemos with the game launcher and screen shots lately, apparently there's an issue with Macs and this stuff. A patch for Mac folk is supposed to be coming out any day according the EA support guy I talked to yesterday. Until the patch comes out, I can't post anymore of the story. As soon as I find the update I'll be right back here. And since I got rewarded with some sweet Sim points for my frustration, I will gift a random Simmer with something worth 100 SP from their wishlist who posts here. Anyone can leave a comment, post your user name and send me a friend request. The gift should come by Monday/Tuesday. If no one comments  at all, I'll cry myself to sleep and find solace in virtual hair.

Happy Simming,
SCK

New Beginnings

The little house was silent except for Jack's footsteps on the wood floors. The house was Jack's, his very own. The money that purchased it came from his hard work; not his father's. That made the home ( affectionately called 'The Shack') more visually pleasing to Jack. This was where he started, what he was going to do by himself. No longer would he be cast under his father's shadow. Now Jack was miles away from  Greenedale Inc. and River view. No matter how tempting it was to rush back into the life that was built for him, Jack had a deep down longing for something of his own. And here he was; in a small town, no job to speak of and with a thousand dollars to his name.  Here was the beginning of his adventure, this was the start of his own path.