|Meeting the Original 8|
|Name:||Meeting the Original 8|
|Series:||The Genesis Project|
|Release date:||March 2, 2014|
|Next chapter:||The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From The Tree|
Meeting the Original 8Edit
Eight Sims were abducted, altered, and had all memory from SimNation wiped clean by some unknown entity. They were each programmed to do a specific task to create a flourishing community of single-gender Sims from a completely empty world. One task that each were programmed to do was to procreate with at least three of the other Original 8. Another is to create a home business in which they can provide the rest of their community with their specific talents. So without further adieu, let's meet the Original 8.
Hmm... Harper? Does that mean I play the harp? Where is the harp? No. I know, I make them! Wait, no. I don't know how to make a harp either. I wonder what my name is in reference to...
Hey, there's a stick over there in the mud. I wonder if I could draw something. A line here. Maybe poke here and here. How about we fill this in here? Now would you look at that! It looks like a blob of mud with a face. I don't know what I am, but I want to draw. Come back in a little while. You should walk down the road and around the corner there.
Voila! The first bed of ... what is this place call? Anyways, I'm off to make seven more. If you see any more wood around, just let me know. Also, stay away from the termites, they'll eat you. Ha! Just kidding. Later.
I've managed to get a couple of boots that are too big to wear. I know because I tried them on. I don't know what to do with them. They ain't good for bait. I honestly don't know what is good for bait.
Woah, I think I have a bite. Come on. You're not getting away from me. This better not be another boot. No, I don't think so because this bite is really trying to pull away. Got it! Woah, lookie here. It's a fish ... with a large mouth. I guess nothing else other than the boot and this fish have a big enough mouth to take a bite on this rock. Hmm... maybe this worm will be better luck.
Well, see ya. Oh, there's nobody around that corner. Just cross the street here and you'll meet more of us.
You know, I honestly don't know what we are trying to do here. If you ask me, I think we are just apart of some cruel game that we'll probably never survive. I sure hope that I'm wrong.
Okay, would you leave now? I have some cooking I need to do. Sandwiches aren't going to make themselves, you know.
Anyway, I am making some plates for him to use for his cooking. I think that everyone will prefer to have something to put their food on and not eat from their hands. I'm just glad that I had this wheel. I have done okay a couple of times, but I think I need to take a dip in that lake to clean up a bit before I try again. If you're meeting everyone, you'll want to turn that corner to meet the guy with the fruit trees.
Ouch! I think I just pricked my finger. Why did I want to do this again? Actually, I really don't know why I want to do this. Maybe I'll just lay here and stare at the clouds for a while. Okay, that's enough! I need to make those potholders.
Oh, right! Matt asked me if I could make him an icebox too. Ugh! I really don't want to do all of this stuff now. I'll look for ice cubes in the sky. If I happen to see some birds while I'm at it, good for me. Hehe!