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  • posted I'm still working on the story for Rosebery.
  • posted I proposed Korri assemble a team of gymnasts. What if, instead, she was recruiting for the "junior" Freedomball team? She could even explain why the junior team could have 18 year old seniors. The success of her recruiting would depend on the player's charisma and willingness to help by doing tasks.
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    • kotomifan What about...Mako as Player #5? Call her something new, like Motoko, but leave the evil streak in....
    • SimMan Freedomball is the thing that brings everyone together. Gymnastics and pool are unimportant in Rosebery. We'll need five players in the team. Sana Tassy Ren Karen and one spot is open.
    • kotomifan Thoughts: Maybe you can modify or even eliminate the pool and gymnastics ministories and concentrate on Freedomball. Have Korri take lead. Also, "Karen Alexa" is still listed as a Freedomball player. Were you going to rename her, back to Alexa or another name?
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    • Rasheed Back to the classic comics!! Let’s see what I’d remember: Tian is a sexy ass! Tian is dominating! Tian is going to eat out! Tian is my girl! Tian is life! Tian is love!
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    • SimMan You've got a point. I was exaggerating the situation and I'd made some corrections to the narration on the last page. Players got hit by the ball all the time.
    • kotomifan Since this is just supposed to be a scrimmage between the older and younger Rosebery teams, Tian injuring Hiroyo should be dealt with harshly by Coach Kudo.
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  • posted Brainstorming: I've already proposed Korri assemble a team of gymnasts.
    Second idea: I propose Ren "taking over" the photo/gravure story, as you and her pursue models and gain followers.
    Finally, I propose the player team with Tassy on a two part history project. The first half would be a paper due on day 50. The second half, a presentation. Their subject? The Honno-ji incident. This is something SimMan himself came up with.

    As the player digs deeper into the history of Oda Nobunaga, various flashbacks give the game a historical perspective. A 16th century SimGirls, if you will. The dateable characters need to step up, as Ami and Karin took a lot of side story with them.
  • posted You asked for a group picture. Here's one selfie for you.
  • posted How I Got Roped into Cosplay with Ren:
    Chapter 3: Clothes Make the Man

    For the first time, I noticed what was printed on the door.
    "Fashion Akage," I said out loud.
    "That will be my brand when I make it big," said the red haired woman. "That's my goal. For the world to know Akage".
    She motioned me inside. She picked up a robe as she walked, and showed it to him.
    "Your girlfriend is probably going as Yuri Sakazaki."
    "She's not my girlfriend."
    "You went to a women's clothing store with her. There are husbands that don't do that."
    "Still, I..."
    "No need to explain."
    She turned to me and slipped her dress off.
    "I can be Yuri Sakazaki for you tonight."
    She picked up sunglasses.
    "Lara Croft, maybe?"
    She saw me look at a Batman mask. She reached for a baseball bat, then playfully put the Batman mask over my head. She put the bat behind her head, the way Harley Quinn does.
    "Hey Batman, do you know what the Joker would do if he caught you messing with me?"
    I laughed. She put the bat down, knelt, and lowered my pants.
    As she reached for my member, she looked up at me.
    "Say it. Say it for me."
    I tried to talk in my lowest voice, as I felt myself enter her mouth.
    "I'm, I'm, I'M BATMAN!"

    I tried to look surprised when Ren entered our room.
    "What do you think? It's my entry for the contest tonight."
    "It's great. What are you supposed to be?"
    "It's Yuri Sakazaki, silly. It's from an old game I found online."
    "It looks good to me."
    "Good, but not great."
    She looked a little sad.
    "Let me see if I have any black lipstick. I'll be right back."
    She grabbed a leather jacket from her brother's closet and ran into the bathroom.
    A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom. She was topless under the open jacket, and wore only her thong panties. There were marks on various parts of her body in black lipstick. She had even marked her breasts where the "plates" would come together.
    I had seen glances of her body before. But never all at once. I could feel myself stirring below.
    "Whoa. What is this?"
    "Motoko. Ghost in the Shell. What do you think?"
    I thought, she'd get arrested.
    "Um, Yuri Sakazaki is fine."
    "So, what are you going as?
    "I was thinking...Batman?"

    I made a point of clapping and yelling as they introduced her.
    "Number one, Ren Hoshino as Yuri Sakazaki."
    She probably would have gotten more votes as Motoko. But we did make it home safe,
  • posted How I Got Roped into Cosplay with Ren:
    Chapter 1: So This is Home

    Tomorrow my first day of college at Rosebery, and I'm already overtired. I thought today would be the whole moving in/ getting to know your roommate experience. But the new guy vanished almost immediately. So after I got my stuff where I wanted it, I wandered the town.
    I'm always looking for the unusual things about places. No place is truly "new" - there's always old stories to be found. Success. Heartbreak. Pain. Pleasure. So after I passed the college bars and the convenience stores, I started to wander into the angrier side of town. No more hipster tea and kale restaurants. No staring at smartphones.
    I found the first bar that wasn't pushing a sports team. Just dark wood and whisky. The bartender set me up.
    "Don't get a lot of college boys in these parts. You local?"
    "Well, let's see what you do with a shot."
    He poured, and looked to see if I'd react when I downed it. I don't normally cough, but the crap he served was like diesel fuel.
    "That wasn't whisky."
    "So you're not so dumb. Let me get you something you'll like."
    He turned to the bottles behind him. I suddenly realized I wasn't alone.
    "We usually don't get the schoolboys until winter."
    I turned. The first thing I saw was red hair. A lot of it.
    "The winter?"
    "It's about the time they realize their fall quarter girlfriends won't go farther than handjobs."
    She leaned over in such a way that she made sure I saw her cleavage.
    I smiled. It was nice to hear something other than, "Hey baby. Want a date?"
    "So, you're..."
    "Providing you the service you came here for. Where you want it. For as long as you need it."
    She leaned in.
    "If you'd rather do this somewhere other than the men's room, I've got a place next door."

    So, got the drinking and sex part of college done already. In and out sex and dizzy feeling in the head. But, hey, I got laid, and that always makes me feel a bit better. So what if I paid for it? Not a bad way to start.
    So then I get back to the dorm and there's my roommate. Well, roommates. He's sitting on his bed, already deep into whatever is on his smartphone. He's short, kind of nerdy looking with glasses. Like Harry Potter but without the charm. I'm not even sure what his name is. But she's...
    "Ren. Call me Ren."
    She's...different. Wearing overalls like a farmgirl. She must have bought the wrong size, because both her butt and her tits are straining the material. Her hair is the color of poured concrete.
    She sits down on my bed. Not on top of me, but close.
    "I'm his big sister. You may see me a lot at first, because this one won't eat sometimes unless you remind him. Just make sure he washes occasionally and cleans up after himself. And I'll keep the cat at my place tonight."
    Wait a minute. Cat?
    "I'll be by tomorrow morning to make sure he doesn't skip his first class. I can get you up too, if you like."
    She leaves before I can answer. I should have said something instead of trying to look at her ass.
    So I stare at the ceiling. It's old and needs paint. It's seen a lot, I'm sure. Future politicians. Future thieves. Future politicians who are thieves. But it's the first time it's seen me. In fact, nobody here has the slightest idea what I did the last eighteen years. I can start over. I can be whoever I want to be.
    Starting tomorrow.