My own little tale

Hello there, and welcome to the online archive of my little tale about a medieval village simulated in the Sims 2.

This tale was hosted on blogsome.com for several years from 2007 onwards, but because blogsome is sadly closing down I have transferred everything to wordpress as of December 2011.

It was my very first story in the English language, which is not my mother tongue; I started to write it when I was thirteen years old and remained faithful to its continuation for two years. Sadly it still lacks the final chapter, but I put a lot of work into it and it is a nice representation of my early teenage years, so I am quite partial to its preservation. Throughout the tale a development is visible of my game style, picture taking and writing style, as well as my regard of historical accuracy! (I apologise for the poor quality of many of the pictures; this is the ‘courtesy’ of photobucket compression, and my original images are lost.)

The tale reads like any Sims story and is published in blog style, so the last chapters are on top. On the “List of chapters” page you can browse the story posts in the same way, but those posts are interspersed with “non-story” babbling and background rambles, so you might want to look through the other categories as well (accessible in the sidebar).

I have deliberately left everything as it was on the blogsome blog, including the about and link pages (they make me giggle), much as you would preserve a bedroom of a grown-up child who has moved out of their parents house… What can I say, I have a penchant for anything old — that much would be clear from the setting of this tale ;)

Connected to that is that I have had a lovely experience keeping this story blog! It acquainted me with the international Simming community which has since given me many laughs, tears, and great conversations with wonderful people from all over the world. One thing binding us: a love of our own imaginary worlds, and a love of storytelling.

Livejournal

It’s been such a long time since I last updated! I realize it may seem like I’ve given up on this story – and maybe I have, a little… Still it’s so close to the end and I do want to finish this some day. I just don’t know when that’ll be. I got sidetracked by other projects and real life, but this little tale deserves a proper ending.

Then, I may start over! The neighbourhood is rather glitched and messy by now, and I tried rearranging the terrain, but starting anew with a fresh medieval landscape becomes more and more appealing.

In the meantime, if you would like to see and read some more about Tinn, you can do so here, in my Livejournal. There’s pictures (old and new) and also writing about rules and how I arranged things. A collection of all the explaining posts I did can be found in this post.

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Brave girls don’t cry

n the weeks that followed, the beehives weren’t on Lucs mind often. There was a lot of work to do and the new pleasures of being a teen kept him busy as well.

He had never thought that girls could actually be pretty interesting. But now he found himself being quite attracted to one girl in particular.

 

A journey into the woods

rees whispered to each other and the wind sung to the swallows, who flew and ducked high in the air. In the wayside there were many joyous flowers to be found; Poppy and Chicory and Ribwort Plantain. The meadows were covered with dandelions, and their little brothers and sisters, Cat’s Ear and Jack-go-to-bed-at-noon, were sprinkled over the land like raindrops. Busy bees buzzed around, trying to collect as much nectar from all these flowers as they possibly could.

 

Family tales – Checking up

Past week I have been recovering the backup and checking in on all the families, to see if they’re okay. Some things were lost, but it’s not a big deal. Most families are doing great and have redecorated their homes with new stuff. I downloaded a lot of Galilea’s houses because of the awesome walls. The houses look very snug with them.

 

Gathering together

Hello dear internet. (You never know if anyone is reading this at all, really.)

My computer was hit by a crash last week.
All my own fault, simply switching the electricity off when the pc was very busy quitting the Sims didn’t do much good. In fact, it wiped out the entire C: directory.

Which meant I had to install Windows all over again.

The real secret

ne first thing I need you to promise me,’ Jantine took a deep breath, ‘is that you won’t go around and tell it to everyone. I’m telling you this because you need to know, because it’s part of our family and your history.’

 

 

Stirring

he soup was stewing nicely. Jantine stirred it with the spoon and smelled the onion odors. It was only morning, but she busied herself with cooking. Dinner would be ready at noon, as it should be, and it was a nice way to pass time.

 

The adventures of Robert Reese

obert Reese had travelled a long, long way when he reached Tinn at last.
He had met a fellow called Dorus on his way, and had heard all about the little village. Robert carried goods with him to trade, but he also carried knowledge he wished to use elsewhere. He had been working in his fathers store since he was just a little boy. Now he was looking for a place to settle down.

Just married

n the brink of Summer, Robyn and Frank tied the knot. It was the longest day of the year, and to celebrate, the sun shined happily on the faces of the newly-weds.