Loser McLuckerson: And, finally…

In the second instalment of Loser’s life, he found a laydee fwiend.

Did he or didn't he die?!

Loser’s life sucks, so it’s not entirely a crazy idea that as he’s dying from, yet another, electric shock, he’s being burgled.  Alas, it wasn’t quite like that.

Fight it out ladies

Loser didn’t die from the shock given by the television.  Oh no, he was given yet another reprieve by that crazy Grim Reaper.  Instead, he watched a couple of women fight it out in his front yard.

And then he got old

Finally he became an elder.  Shame about the emo haircut.


Surely there’s no point in Grim keeping this guy alive?  He’s in his twilight years anyway, so why go on draining the state with his continued existence?

Fancy a shag?

Seems like, after saving his life 3 times, Grim has become rather attached to dear old Loser.  Even propositioning him.

Messing with science is dangerous

Dear old Loser performed an experiment on his shower, but it didn’t work.  I was disappointed as all that happened was these visual artifacts.  I was hoping he’d be electrocuted and resurrected every single time he used it.

'Ello little girl!

She has every right to look worried, who wouldn’t be with this paedo-alike stalking around outside their school?  He was actually looking for his kids (yes, I do mean the plural, he had a daughter too) so that he could build a relationship with them before he popped his clogs.

Chip off the old block

Meet Omar, Loser’s son.  They began to become friendly and got quite a good relationship going towards the end there.

"Now son, learn from me...

…never dip your pen in company ink.  That’s how people like you come into existence.”  Always the charmer, Loser.

Death becomes him

And now, the end is here.  A little while after seeing his Son for the last time, attempting to make it all up to his daughter, and receiving this cut gem in the post, Grim pays Loser one final visit.  And this time it really is final.  Loser rides off into the sunset with Grim.

It was actually quite fun playing someone so damn depressed and miserable all of the time.  I did enjoy forcing him to do things that I knew he hated.  Hating the outdoors was just the icing on the cake because he had such a bad attitude.  It’s quite the wonder that he got to the top of the science career.  It only took a few days to play through his entire life, unlike months to do others such as the Funkes.

Now I’ve got my copy of Ambitions, I should have harder, better, faster, stronger stuff to post in the near future.

Loser McLuckerson: Part Two

Previously, Loser McLuckerson moved in and got a job.  He also committed a horrific fashion faux pas.

When a guy meets a girl...

Loser met this girl at work.  Talk about pen and company ink.  Or, as they were both in the science career, it would be pipette and test tube.  She was a bit of a weird one.  I couldn’t actually work out if she was broken hearted because her Mother had died (on the family tree it still showed her as alive) or if her lesbian lover had died.  Never found out either.

"Are you married?" "SHE'S DEAD!!!"

Yeah…she had some mental issues.

*Cough* Weirdo *Splutter*

It’s only an autumn salad.  An OAP could eat that without their teeth in.  No need to get so choked up about it.

Loser's also a loser in love

So, he tried to bang this girl.  She just rolled over and went to sleep.

She got banged eventually

He must have screwed her eventually, unless the autumn salad was really that bad.

Err...you've put on weight.

After their pretty poor sex session, he went a little while without seeing her.  Then, one evening he invited her round, she accepted.  She looked a little more, er, portly around the middle, shall we say?

You've already got one kid, apparently.

So, they had one kid.  Loser was virtually unaware of this, although I did send him round to her house in an attempt to meet his son.  Unfortunately, despite there being this woman and her sister in the house, and him standing outside ringing the door bell for 3 hours, neither of them bothered to answer.  The kid was called Omar by the way.


So, she finally let him in a few days later.  He met his first born son, Omar, who was already a toddler.

Eww, what is this thing?

Thank fuck it doesn’t look like Loser.  However, I think he wants to hand it over to someone else.  He really does look like someone just handed him a turd.

Back to his old tricks


Loser McLuckerson: Part One

So here’s a new, and very short, series about a Sim.  This time I decided to create a sim who had solely negative traits.  Let’s see what I can remember: he hated the outdoors, had commitment issues, was unlucky and hated children.  Oh yeah, his name was Loser McLuckerson.  FTW!

Meet Mr. Loser McLuckerson

So this is Loser, eh?  I think his biggest problems are that he lives in a trailer, and that he looks like Michael Jackson.  The last one will probably be the biggest hindrance.

Oh shut up, woman. Get back in the kitchen.

When he first moved in, some random people from the neighbourhood just pitched up at his door.  He invited them in, you know to be a bit friendly and all.  All those bitches did was whine about him and his house.

SRSLY woman, STFU.

If your name was Loser McLuckerson, you’d be pretty poor and living in a trailer too.

Nothing like fielding shit from all sides.

Not only did he have to deflect shit from the elitist neighbours, but he also had to unclog his shitcaked bargain john.

Smooth move dude.

He thought he was really something.  Then he stuck his damn screwdriver up the TV.  Sheesh.

Have mercy on my soul

Grim had mercy on the poor boy, and, being amused by Loser’s stupidity and general…loserness, he spared the boy.  Loser was free to live another day, sticking his bloody screwdriver where it wasn’t welcome.

Just a normal day at work, eh?

Loser got a job at the science facility.  This was just a normal day, getting a bit singed and all.  What I loved about him being called Loser, was that all these things would pop up while he was at work, such as “someone sprayed the water cooler into his crotch, so now he looks like he pissed himself.  Everyone thinks that Loser is a loser.”  RLY?  No shit, Sherlock!

FOR SHAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FOR SHAME!!!!!!1!!!!!11!!!!!!!eleventy!!!1!! Shoes, with trousers that are too short, and NO SOCKS!  If I were Loser, I’d be saying: FML.

Don't even, just don't.

Stop thinking about it, you won’t get anywhere with her.  Not even a ho would screw you, Loser.

It's dead, Loser. Get over it!

Despite hating the outdoors, I forced him to do a lot of gardening.  Everytime one of his plants ended its useful life, ran out of stuff to harvest and died, he would cry.  Cry like a freaking baby had taken his damn candy.  He’d then cry everytime he put the stuff in the trash.  What a Loser!