Dorian’s Build- The Museum

So I finally got around to building the lot for Dorian’s generational goal. That means there is now a non-residential lot in Willow Creek aside from the park. There is now a museum!

Dorian wouldn’t be bothered to come up with a better name and I just plain couldn’t… so the name of the lot is: Museum of History and Art.

Oh yeah! I also finally updated Ashlynn and Orion’s home, Essence of Thyme. It’s fully furnished.

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Thought Experiments and Gen 4 End Notes

So we’ve reached the end of Generation 4. I’m going to be picking up after a time skip with Generation 5. She was just born in my game today, but I have plans for her. Don’t worry.

So wrapping things up…


Izzy and Dorian did get together after the big fiasco in Selvadorada. Izzy had hoped that the fire the burned within her for Dorian had died, but she couldn’t help it… she still loved the big ox. Dorian had never really gotten over Izzy and was desperate to make things right. They tripped and they stumbled, but maybe they could make things work.

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Rainbow Sundae 4.44

Author’s Notes: Hi there! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Yeah, I know. Well, we’re finally back with the conclusion to this storyline! I just wanted to thank everyone for sticking with me and that I appreciate every person that takes the time to read this story. I love you all. Alright, I’ll shut up now…

The air was thick and hot. The cell was dirty and cramped. How long had he been stuck here?

Mariposa made an effort to talk to him, but the sound of her voice brought bile to his mouth. He didn’t give a rat’s ass about her excuses or her blubbering apologies.

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Rainbow Sundae 4.43

Finally home!


The train ride from Selvedora to West City was hell. Aaron was glad that was the last time he’d have to take it. Maybe if things were like before the collapse, then it’d be different. Sitting in a tin can and having it fly over the hundreds of miles of wasteland would be pleasant. Instead, he was subjected to a long uncomfortable ride on a train bumping over tracks that had been constructed before the collapse. Absolute hell.

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Rainbow Sundae 4.39

Life was subjective for more organisms. For Orlando, it was a complex series of calculations that simulated randomness and free will.


This was not to say he did not enjoy his existence. He enjoyed it very much and was thankful to his mother, Sienna, and father, Cameron, for building him. If it weren’t for them, he’d never know the joys of thumping Selvadoradian music or the intricacies of subtle wordplay. He supposed he actually wouldn’t know anything since he wouldn’t exist. His dive into philosophy actually made him laugh and further thank his lucky stars that he existed.

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