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Next slice on the pizza plate:

Oh my fucking god. Kirk is gone—offscreen too, what the hell!

No, seriously, there was no warning that he was dead. What the fuck? At least I did appreciate the Check Neighborhood Stories option on the mailbox...

HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO PREVENT THAT FROM HAPPENING??????????

*placeholder title theme* And now, on tonight's episode of Leeb, Leefuh, Love:

One day, Lars had a really scary nightmare. He went to James, and got some advice, before sharing the fear by screaming incomprehensibly at him. Dressed up in the cloth decorated with the coloring imitation of unripe olives, Lars Ulrich, trembling in fear as the thoughts of the nightmare slowly took most of him over, enters the residence of Makoto Yuuki.

The jocularly created imitation of the Metallica drummer briefly paused the terror-influenced line of thinking upon the entrance of the house. His claws reached for the grey-colored wooden gate of the Door's bungalow. Gate slowly maneuvered as the former tennis player pussyfooted into the residence. Then, the cognitions inspired by a mental vision inspired by the English-written textual fiction compositions and opus of Howard Phillips Lovecraft and, a likelihood of perchance, an anonymously écrit Stück von théâtre—the persona of the auteur is unknown—titled The King in Yellow returned upon the conscience functions of his brain.

Confronting the similarly created and alleged imitation of the Persona 3 (and its derivations) character, Lars greeted him, asked for advice, before screaming at him.

Makoto screamed at him back, too—so began a bit of a feedback loop.

Thankfully it didn't last long before two "AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"s, and soon Lars went back to the Metallican—their home.

No, I am not sorry for writing in the fanciest style I could muster. Come on, I'm sure that Mitsuru Kirijo managed to get away with sprinkling French and other foreign words in her manner of speech—how come I can't do the same thing that a fictional character could? I have read The King in Yellow—the short story collection specifically—and I'm sure that the style is way posher than that, being written in 1895 be damned.

Right, so, Lars is back home. That's decent. Sometime later, they were greeted by this guy:

Yes, that's that key-sword (was it called that?) from Kingdom Hearts. Very threatening, I must say.

Lars didn't have a great time with that guy, whoever he was—I had forgotten his name. I think he was James' co-worker...

Papa Het playing Grand Theft Auto V?

That's something you don't see, let alone think of every day.

Later that day, Lars brought Makoto out to the lounge for a talent show thing. He didn't give a reason why, aside from to embarrass themselves for giggles.

Not much to write about, honestly, aside from Makoto buying himself and Lars some Thai milk tea... and according to the mood bar, it's alcoholic. Alcoholic Thai milk tea. Huh. I didn't know that existed and saying that as some nerd living in That Place, that's... something. Interesting, I suppose.

Also, Makoto took a picture of some guy.

I think he sang a shoddy cover of "Baka Mitai" earlier.

...Is there a mod that allows Sims to sing that song in Simlish?

An unspecified amount of distance away, his sister (I am going with that for now) is living in a house near the coast—what was that world with the lighthouse called, I wonder?

So, yeah—Kotone and Fuuka are living together. They're roommates. Hmm, that reminds me of that one picture that I have lying on my computer... Ah, there it is.

But what will they do together?

...

To be continued!

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And another slice of the playthrough...

(cw: plenty of violence and some blood further down below)

And on tonight's episode of Leeb, Leefuh, Love:

Back at the Metallica household, Kirk and Lars share a top-bunk bed—partially because they're not gay, that one parody music video be damned.

Honestly, there is not much to tell, although Lars did say something about a case...

Heh, heh.

No, it's not about Napster, although it was equally as scandalous as his case against it.

Furthermore, the royalty report for Lars' track finally came in:

That's not quite a bad profit for someone who just started out their journey to become the new Skrillex, and there will be more, I am certain. Since the household has not seen anything interesting in quite some time, I don't think it'll get much attention in the following posts.

Moving over to Strangetown Strangerville, Sussus Amogus settles into sus residence at Slip 42. Yes, sus pronouns are sus/sus (singular: crewmate), although it's fine if you use they/them pronouns for sus for serious discussions.

The first thing that Sussus did was to go over to the pub across the street and then... uh... break someone's nuts into a million pieces. I am sorry that I couldn't get any images of the event (I need to stop confusing the C key with S), so this anecdote is the only evidence I can offer, along with the fact that the victim was named Daiki.

By the way, I'm thinking of making Sussus' parts more chaotic compared to the rest—which means more violence, yay! So, yeah, I would suggest that you might want to tread carefully when coming to their parts.

Excuse the mod's misgendering, but I think I have accomplished my goal of making Sussus an egotistical bastard. I have worse things in mind that would prove that sus is, like, really evil. Or rather, really suspicious.

That is also Sussus. I don't like how sus turns bald every time sus enters the shower, so I decided to give sus a little Jack Frost disguise. So, there it is: Sussus Amogus, masquerading as Jack Frost—of Shin Megami Tensei and Persona fame—every time sus enters the shower or goes to work—as pictured, as a scientist.

As insane as it sounds, I'm thinking of giving sus a romantic interest. Because I can, and also that I found one of the Sims at Sussus' lab pretty cute.

Pictured here is Sussus Frost at work, complete with the UI glory. I don't recall what her name was, but that's the Sim I'm thinking of pairing Sussus with.

Okay, lab aside, I'd like to mention one of Sussus' days—a really specific one that I thought was worth writing about.

After doing a really, really horrific thing at that Strangerville bar—let's just say that it was murder; I cannot go into further detail lest I get this blog deleted—Sussus decided to head to the Old Quarters' Inn. It would have been fine had Daiki not been the bartender there.

And, uh.

Yeah, Sussus seems pretty hell-bent on making this poor guy miserable.

I think it's clear in Daiki's eyes how really miserable he is, all because of some random crewmate who just moved in several hours earlier. Then came a fight!

Sussus lost. It was too much for this one Imposter to handle. The next thing that sus did was to throw blood on him and then call the cops. Nope, they were too late. So, I decided to let Sussus take the matter into sus' own hands.

You get the idea. Most of the aftermath of it is probably too... grisly to be put in here. I'm just going to give you a couple of images that I took in the aftermath of the incident.

And then—

Wait, what?

What the fuck.

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Homeslice? Probably.

Excuse the delay, though. Had a nasty hangover on Wednesday. And that's not going into my losing interest in this project...

And now, on tonight's episode of Leeb, Leefuh, Lurve:

They're at Geekcon!

...Okay, it didn't go as well as planned, meta-wise. See that Lars? He's the catalyst for ruining the whole plan. And it all started with me thinking, "My God, he looks like he had been cast in The Matrix."

So, I decided to load up CAS to give him some sunglasses. Turns out that I can't find what he was wearing anywhere. Disappointed, I went back to the game, and... oh.

The GeekCon was over, and Makoto was nowhere to be found. Oops.

But on the bright side, though, I found something equally as odd as that—James Hetfield cosplaying as Luigi.

I couldn't quite snap a screenshot of it, but Kotone did manage to get a selfie of herself and him. That's a shame, I suppose.

Meanwhile, after some insightful talk with a ghost, Fuuka managed to come over her fear of death!

I genuinely don't know how she got it... Looking at the time there, aren't you? Well, well, you just caught me sequencing this as if I was editing a movie. Ha-ha. But, yeah, she got over her fear of death.

Yes, that's her silly beanie. That has nothing to do with dying. I thought it'd be silly. Did they become friends, forever and ever? ...I mean, as heartwarming would it be in prospect, maybe.

Mayor Whiskers???? Holy crap, we need to stop HERE, RIGHT NOW, to look at this Mayor Whiskers. Holy Mary Mother of Christ, it really is him.

Over at the Rose-Xiao-Long-Belladonna household, a couple of strangers—neighbors? unlikely—came to visit them. Ruby took the hold of greeting them and starting a little chat.

That's Hector and Hilary Laurent, having their little chat with Ruby, along with another offscreen party whom I forgot the name of. Lavina La Land, that's her name. So, yeah, they had a pretty great chat. ...No, she didn't rip someone's heart out—stop looking at the Moodlets, you.

She would make a good storyteller if it weren't for anyone not taking her grandiose cow-milking and... flowery prose seriously. I bet that she had been reading too much fairy tales.

By the way, Yang also had a shot at chatting with them once Ruby went into the Great Realm of The Offscreen.

Yang, Hilary's proposed to him. I don't know if they're okay with polyamory, but, come on, you have Blake...

You know, James Hetfield seems like the guy to love grilling, including in real life. I am not elaborating, but he seems like he would.

Another parallel with reality: Lars tries a hand at painting.

The result (right) is not really something Lars would paint—it would be much, much more surreal; one is featured in the Some Kind of Monster documentary and, oh boy, it sure is weird—but, come on... he tried. He did try. Appreciate his effort, damn it.

The royalty report came in:

I swear to fucking God, don't look at his hat.

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This slice does not have any pineapples—trust!

Okay, maybe it does. Sorry.

And now, on tonight's episode of Leeb, Leefuh, Lurve:

Yep, that's Kotone, as far as I could work with the CAS to make something like her. And she's working as an Entertainer. Oh, what's that, Fuuka below? Yep, that's her, and she's working as an artist for a video game company of some kind.

That National Treasure poster? Blame Kotone. Although a poster for the Da Vinci Code would have been nice... oh, damn, I need to finish that book...

I have a bit of a... how do you call it... DVD commentary-type-thing about when I tried to create her: for one, I was really embarrassed when trying to make the two—honestly, I didn't put much effort into creating Kotone, I just thought a randomized Sim would work as a good base for her. So, I adjusted some of her features, followed the concept artwork that I could find on the Megami Tensei wiki for clothing ideas, and made her a little erratic. All was good.

Then the time came to make Fuuka. My will to create Sims based on Persona 3 just exploded, and I just went like "No, no, please, I don't want to do this anymore!" It didn't help much that the randomized Sims didn't make a great base for her. So, I went to NexusMods (where I got the Persona 3 hair CCs,) and decided to pick up those Kotone and Fuuka Sims that MissPiggeh made.

It did sound like a good idea at the time. I mean, it was nearly a godsend, being out of place with the style I usually make Sims with be damned, but it would have been much so had I followed the CC list that MissPiggeh put in the .zip file. So... yeah. She came out looking wrong—with 'em big 'ol eyes... Honestly, I have played with her being like that for a moment, before deciding, "No, that is wrong. I need to fix those eyes." I know that it is not very good and strikes away from her source material, but I did what I had to do.

I'm sorry, MissPiggeh, considering the "Modification permission" bit on the mod page. Very sorry.

I'm also very sorry for bogging this down with a piece of DVD commentary, playing the "I wrote the book they ignored" role...

Right, so, back to the thing.

Pictured here is Kotone Shiomi, screaming herself off on the edge of Peregrine Cliff Cavalier Cove. She was screaming earlier, though—I just picked the wrong moment to show that off.

And later that day:

Tʜᴇ Vᴏɪᴄᴇs have spoken. Tʜᴇ Vᴏɪᴄᴇs have decided that... uh... Personally, I don't ship her and Fuuka, but...

Okay, maybe I don't.

Anyways, Makoto decided to give her a visit.

For one, Makoto and Kotone do not get along pretty well. Well, they do somewhat get along, but they do get weird. No, I won't say that they hate each other, just too distant to make any sense. ...Hm, what kind of personal subtext could I put into this?

Speaking of getting along, Fuuka and Makoto do actually get along well.

Don't look at the bottom left. I really hate how Sims looks like that when the "Very Happy" Moodlet is on. It's as if that's the most horrifying thing I've seen, only second behind that Callia Maebey thing.

This is a strange headcanon. Fuuka being a Trekkie? I can see that this is getting more and more interesting and further away from the Persona canon. On the other hand, I thought she looked fairly adorable.

By the way, Makoto's back again.

They hate each other.

MAKOTO, NO!

They're fine together again. Settled their differences? No, they didn't. There are no differences to settle. Just two minds in different alternate universes arguing with each other over who gets to kiss Aigis.

I don't know what Tʜᴇ Vᴏɪᴄᴇs are trying to tell Kotone, but okay.

I decided to let Kotone have a little socialization by putting her in a little pub at Henford. (That is the dumbest, yet most accurate fictional British countryside town I've ever heard.) So, yeah, she got to chat around, make a few connections and prevent a possible midlife crisis or something...

That is the gayest tie I've ever seen. I want one.

By the way, she also went to talk with Henford's probably-mayor (I think? I haven't checked.) She also happened to meet Blake and Yang during their little chat.

Yang, no.

Not with those eyes, no.

What the hell, they do get along pretty well.

I guess great minds do think alike. Are they great minds? I don't know. I think that's how the original quote went.

Back at the house, after Kotone had gone to work, Makoto had come back again. He's a bit angry for some reason, I don't remember if he kicked the bin or not, but at least I managed to figure out what had the game decided to give his orientation.

I think he's gay.

It seemed like a good cliffhanger.

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Oh dear, I started a Sims 4 playthrough.

You know what, "Leeb, Leefuh, Love" sounds like a pretty good sitcom name. I'm going to start naming whatever sitcom-fanfic this playthrough becomes—provided I don't chicken out of documenting This Thing out of cringe.

For starters, Metallica—the three angriest men of the year 2003—decided to move to some random house in Oasis Springs. Why? I don't know. Are they there to find a bassist? Dunno either.

Okay, maybe they aren't so angry.

In fact, James and Lars are coming along pretty well. Since there isn't a way in-game for them to start a thrash metal band, each members are doing mundane jobs!

Lars is a lawyer—looking at you, Napster—while James is an Entertainer, probably a comedian because why not. Kirk's getting a start in the Culinary career.

...Oh, yeah, the Welcome Wagon struck that household, too.

Johnny Zest made a fruitcake. I think they liked it—I can't recall what they thought of it... Kirk's social awkwardness begins to pop up, too, although advice from his totally-bandmates did help a bit.

And yes, that's Makoto Yuuki—from the popular PS2 video game Persona 3 FES—in the background. We'll bother about him in a bit. At least he gets along pretty well with the Metallica household, especially James.

Several hours later, Lars decided to become the new Skrillex, and played around with the music-making-table (I can't remember what they are called).

It's got about as much bass as ...And Justice For All, trust me.

Moving over to that place that the developers designed after the British countryside, not that I remember the world's name, the RBY household moved into a house. Weiss won't fit anywhere between the budding lovers Blake and Yang and the hyperfixative Ruby. She might get created at some point, just outside the hellhole.

So, yeah, there they are, living their lives in the moment.

This is probably my favorite screenshot of them, Blake probably being OOC be damned.

Also, most of the household seems to have fairly... memorable faces, especially Yang's psychotic expressions. I might compile them at some point in the future.

Anyways, so, jobs: Blake writes stuff. Yang is a cop—because I can, and I want her to be as silly as Martin Riggs; so she's stuck in a cop-aganda show. Ruby goes to high school, therefore she's stuck in some teenagers-do-stuff sitcom.

Oh, yeah, Ruby did go to high school, and I have some bits to document.

As pissed off because of some fear about unfulfilled dreams, she seems to have a thing for exercise. It's probably an excuse to offer you one of her goofy-looking faces, though.

There's some random person with the Zelda moon following them, apparently:

And there's also that thing.

I can't kill that Landgraab off for the grievous crime of T-posing?

God fucking damn it.

But aside from that, everything went as normal, and Ruby managed to acquaint herself with Cassandra Goth.

That's good, I suppose. There were two other Sims that she managed to befriend, too, but I forgot their names. No, that Landgraab is not on the list—absolutely not, nuh-uh.

Also, later that day, she decided to bring Ruby to the Hijinks-and-other-things Festival. She went off to the art museum, while Ruby's left on her own. Noooo, that never happened before in the show Ruby was from! haha! But yeah, she joined the Pranksters—mainly because I wanted a silly laugh—but upon finding out that James Hetfield is there, I thought it'd be utterly hilarious for her to prank him.

That's the best image I could capture. No, I'm not giving you the aftermath of the trolling.

So, that's one-half of a thing I'm doing, and I realized that I was capturing too many pictures for comfortable reading. Plus, the default Tumblr layout sucks for this kind of thing, and I have no clue how to code layouts, so... Yeah, the second half coming later on.