i love co-opting challenges into bastardized versions of themselves.





remember regine? she did that stuff with that thing.

now she's here and ready for what is perhaps a fate worse than dying in the rainbow survivor challenge.



so, the rags to riches challenge has some rules.

1. move your sim into a medium-sized lot. can't remember exactly what size, but this is in no way a tiny lot.

2. get rid of all their money. like. all of it. shit's gone.

there's probably more nuanced rules but that's the gist.



to end the challenge i have to accomplish three things:

1. achieve regine's lifetime want, without moving anyone in.

2. reach 100,000 simoleans, without moving anyone in.

3. reach 1,000,000 simoleans, by any means necessary, including black widowing.



however, before we can accomplish any of those tasks, we have to keep regine alive. because if she dies, it's a total wash.

so i sent her to the park to do some fishing, in order to start adding funds to her coffers. for food and such.



regine: stop scaring away all the fish, pirate man.

sinjin: first of all, how dare you. fish are drawn to pirates.



regine: shit he was right.



the good witch showed up to bless the park.

her name is cheryl brown. legendary good witch cheryl brown.



it really didn't help regine's luck.



regine: i don't care if it takes years, or if i have to air flip onto my ass one hundred times. i'll beat this challenge.

i believe in you. kind of. i mean, you didn't die so i guess you are the smartest of the rainbow sims.



regine: do you have to be so close to me?

sinjin: there's an entire universe out there and no place i'd rather be than RIGHT HERE.

regine: bastard pirate idiot.



regine is very concerned over money and her lack of it.

i sent her to the graveyard cafe to mooch off of tiberius barnacle's food supply.





it's the ghost of crystal bakelite! hi crystal!

crystal: sup.



tiberius: this is how you bait a rod.

regine: are you some kind of bait expert?

tiberius: i have a gold fishing badge, so you tell me.



topaz is also here. i guess it's gen 2 ghost night.



tiberius's teachings rub off on regine.



we uh. slowly gain hangers-on.




tiberius:
pfft you call that a fish?

regine: ...it's not a bird.



guys. this is getting ridiculous.



i sent regine home and sold her fish, which gave her enough money to temporarily buy a bed.



after she got a good rest, i sold it and bought her an easel. this way she can hopefully build up some more money.



back to the graveyard cafe to steal resources.



fritz: how are those sandwiches coming?

some sims get legitimately excited to see regine because they know she'll make sandwiches.



sold the bed, so regine slams five cups of espresso and thankfully doesn't die.

tiberius: this lady is stealing food and espresso from me, but i appreciate the entertainment of watching other sims fail at life.



regine: i could just. forego the challenge and live here.

NO



indigo walks by but we don't have time for that. gotta paint paint paint.



apparently tiberius and bill the elf had a thing? this was before bill got together with richter bakelite, ruby's son.



so, regine's ltw is to become the head of the SCIA, but it takes forever for that shit to show up in the paper.

in the interim, she's in the medical profession, and i try desperately to keep her motives adequate until the ambulance shows up.



regine: gotta use an outhouse? -1250 aspiration.



it's a mess, but it's better than a bare-ass lot.



she somehow has running water in this sink that is attached to a plumbing-less outhouse. hmm.



time for work! yay.

leave my sight.



regine doesn't really know anyone other than tiberius and the other survivor sims, so i have her keep in touch.

i'll need those for her ltw.



ONE DAY WE'LL FINISH A WHOLE ASS PAINTING. I BELIEVE.



congrats! this means nothing, as this is a temporary gig.

the bonus is nice, though.



now regine has an outdoor bathtub.



vivi: this place? tragic.

you're right, but you shouldn't say it.



and i want to knooooow have you ever slept in the raaaaiiiiinnnn



regine hits the arts and crafts zone, which means her paintings are worth more now. it's good.



time for work, again. gtfo.



boogie comes over at like midnight and digs a whole in regine's yard.

what a bad dog. his name is boogie.



more money!



look it! she has an actual house! i mean, it still has an outhouse... and it only has one room. but it has walls.



in the daytime, i add wall coverings and a roof and it looks quaint. like, the good quaint.



keep your sink next to your chessboard.

for convenience.

~~~

regine's life is very boring because it's all about the Grind, so let's have an intermission to see what happened to vivi and ingmar.



vivi proposed to ingmar!



...who is a romance sim.

he did that thing where he rolled the want and fear at the same time, so we're going for it.



ingmar: i have regrets.

vivi: ring me, asshat.



compulsory cooking lessons courtesy of the xanadu fire department.



ingmar goes to work in this outfit and i can't, for the life of me, remember what his job was.



vivi: you think you have outsmarted me, me, but it is in fact... i... who will outsmart you.



vivi: wanna smash? wanna make purple babies?

ingmar: you never know, they could be indigo.

vivi: shut the fuck up.





vivi: do you remember when we got married? it was so sweet. :>

ingmar: i have ptsd.



and now, back to our regularly scheduled regine programming.



regine, where did you put the handset?

regine: idk lol. maybe you'll never find it.



regine earns more money from painting and i'm happy to say that her entire house is indoors now.



sigh.

regine's made it all the way to this point of the medical career without the intelligence career showing up at all.



she has a stove! now she can make spaghetti.

no i didn't have her make spaghetti just because her signature color is red.



FUCK YEAH FINALLY GOT IT.

...now i gotta skill grind the fuck out of logic, charisma, and body. fun. or maybe one of them was mechanical. it'd be easier if the corresponding skills for every career actually made sense.



fuck yeah we got a back room.



fuck year we got two papers and one of them's gone off.



bedroom? more like REDROOM. hehehehe. i'll be here all night.



that is, in fact, the same outdoor bathtub from before. it's a family heirloom now.



it feels great to make progress on the career that matters. which is. a goddamn spy.



this lady, idess, shows up right as regine gets off work.

it's too bad i can't move anyone in yet, they seemed to really hit it off.



idess: i have tons of best friends, wanna be one?

regine: sure! :D



regine: let's play football!

bad idea, considering you have 2 nice points.



since regine didn't die at the survivor house, she was getting pretty old. the others had their ages reset.

i had her down an entire thing of life juice as soon as she got enough aspiration points.



:o i wonder what it could be



it's a computer! which, honestly would've been much more useful back when i was scrounging for the intelligence career.



that's right. we got counters for days now.



i didn't get a screen of this promotion, but she was promoted to crime scene investigator.



and then... another one.



and another one. i got into the groove of keeping her mood up and making her skill.



jesus christ slow the fuck down.



it's hard being a rookie field agent while continuing to live in a ramshackle house.



regine is the epitome of trailer park spy gothic.



idess came back. which is unfortunate for her, since she still can't move in.



they became legit best friends, which is good for regine getting promotions.



they never learn about the mean football thing, though.



i wanted regine to get more romantic with idess, but she instead suffered a heatstroke and became irate.



and. passed out. for several hours.



again, a little late. but it's the thought that counts, seth.



regine: video games? i ain't got no time for video games.

ingmar: or my ex-friend ingmar.

regine: what



yeah, get that rookie shit out of my house.



spy, painter, lover. is there anything that regine ravenrod can't do?



to be honest, this would probably be a more difficult challenge with additional sims in the house to distract me.



we do this again. because i assure you, it's taking for-fucking-ever.

i just don't take a ton of pictures because they would all be the same.



great work outfit. i mean, she is a double agent, so i guess it makes sense.

absolutely nothing about this outfit says "i'm a spy".



look at those wheels. it's so thematically appropriate.



that's right. she's an elite operative. an international super spy.



look at her. look at that plate of poptarts.

she knows what she wants in life.



i don't know what the percentage chance is that the matchmaker drops off a lamp, but i feel like it's especially high in this game.

i can't use it, so i guess we'll uh. use it as a decoration.



the thing i dislike about high level careers in ts2 is the sheer amount of days off they have.

at this point, regine is working like four days a week and i'm bored on those other three.



i gotta send her outside to do cutesy shit and tbh? no thanks.



damn it stop being cute.



i didn't hear you the first time. thanks for telling me twice.

*regine has gained enthusiasm in nature! she can now go hiking! intensifies*



at this point she has so many lifetime aspiration benefits or whatever that her motives just. don't go down.



finally. it's work day, she has the friends and skills she needs. we're golden.



heck

YEAAAAAAHHHH




that's right. all the points.



i feel like this was a direct attack on my happiness by the game itself.

it has been noted and is not appreciated.



i sent her to the. uh. not opened club in xanadu's downtown, prisma dunes.



regine runs into almalexia bakelite, one of topaz's kids.



they have less than 5 nice points between them, so. this is par for the course.



almalexia gets on better with post-university diaspore (spoilers he didn't die there), which makes sense since they are cousins.

it's weird to think that diaspore is a cousin of topaz's kids. i always think of him as like... a gen 3.5 kid.



it's jump rope night. this is your celebration, regine.



almalexia: how dare you celebrate. i don't like you and i don't like your tit.

regine: ow, my tit. rude. 

~

that's the end of part one of this, whatever it was. she didn't really start with rags or end up with riches, but now we embark on a quest to make her the new tiberius barnacle of xanadu.
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