To those who are concerned...

I will only be able to update on weekneds since I'm not allowed on the computer during weekdays. However I get out of school on the 19th, so I can focus on it more then
and try to update very other day

In The Beginning...

Well here we are. At the beginning of the journey. Knowing my attention span a journey that will last 3 ours. Maybe 3 hours and 45 minutes if I'm lucky.
Anywho, welcome to "A TS3 Nun Story" or rather an orphanage story.
Here on this blog I will feature the adventures of

Mother Brunhilda



and Sister Argon
"Salutations Brethren" :)


as they manage an orphanage.


THAT IS ONE SEXY RESIDENCE.

Well, I'm not that good at building ok >.> But I tried to make it look old and creepy on the inside at least.
I'm too lazy to give you a tour. So I guess you'll discover it on your own a bit. Anyways, lets get started...

"WHATISTHIS?"

Let me begin by saying Sister Argon isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. She also is one fry shy of a happy meal. The wheel in her head is spinning but the hamster is dead. Her antennae aren't picking up any channels. Hurhurhhurh enough of that. I just needed an excuse to use those insults I learned >.>

Anyways, Sister Argon, those are VINES

"Ahhh, yes vines! I love vines. I will name this vine 'Ignacius'"

You do that sister!
Now what is Mother Brunhilda up to...
WOOO! This door is so amazing! I hope you know that door... You're going to welcome so many poor, orphaned children. Congratulations door!

Brunhilda is a good woman. She's always loved children, but as a child herself never really had any buddies. What I'm trying to say is that she knows very little about the caring of infants. This should make things a lot more interesting.

With that the entered the house. Or attempted to.
Why you no open door... Why you betray me door >:("


Well it looks like we've got TWO winners...
Sister A just walked in, so I'm assuming it's Mother Brunhilda's fat a$$ >.> excuse me for my language.

So I had to teleport her...



"What a distasteful photograph! Who in God's name owned this place before?" D:


It better if I didn't tell you Brunhilda. So the question of the day is: Who DID own this place? The halls are filled with these types of photos.

I'm going to try not to use ANY cheats if I can, which I know will be difficult considering I'm a huge cheater. I already motherloded the place twice to build the orphanage >.> I'll try not to cave.

Anyways, I figured, after some settling in that it was time that the first child was adopted. They were telling me they wanted an African child, so I went onto a bare lot with an African family I created and I drowned the parents. It's not as harsh as it sounds >.> they were both hydrophobes...

Anyways after murdering the Afican's parental units, I came back to this:
o_e WTF BRUNHILDA
"...."

I didn't even want to know. At all. So I promptly changed her back into the nun outfit. And then the game crashed. My game has never crashed before. Once. Excellent timing. Just my luck. So now I need to feel the guilt of killing parents and abandoning a foreign child ;__;

Finally after 17,000 hours, the social worker arrived with the child! Sister A was the one at home when the tot arrived, hence the name, "Vine"


So introducing Vine, who has to be the most generic being on the planet. She's a loner and a light sleeper. But Brunhilda got an African American child at least



"WHATISTHAT"

Sister Agron, that is a dining chair.

"Oh, yes. I will name this chair "Barnabus"


Okay then...
With that I end the first entry. I know it wasn't funny at all but I promise I'll try to make it better! See ya!

I guess I'll start here

Well I tried to start on Wordpress... but my peanut of a brain couldn't even figure out how to even CREATE ONE POST. So this is simpler I guess.