The Strange Places Inspiration Strikes

~~When my friends and I piled into my primer-gray Ford Focus last Saturday, we only had three things on our minds. Firstly, word had it some kinda party was going down at that deserted house over on Half Cross Lane--the old, lopsided cabin-type place that everyone says saw its fair share of brutal murders back in the day (strictly hear-say, mind you).

Secondly, we--Aaron, Mickey, and me--weren’t invited. Who ever heard of throwing a party and not inviting the coolest group of dudes in town? Madness, I tell you. Total madness!

And lastly, we were about to crash the pants off that mother! With booze and a fat bag of pot in tow, we sped toward the overgrown party zone with the bass slamming as loud as possible through my car’s pitiful speakers. We were just a group of guys looking for a good time, and maybe some ass if we could get any.

How were we supposed to know we’d be walking straight into a den of undead bloodsuckers?~~

And now allow me to explain. Today, I wasn't feeling so hot, so I decided it'd be a good idea to take a break and play the Sims 3 for a little while, seeing as I recently got my hands on the Late Night expansion, but haven't had much time to test it out.

Well, I start up the game and create a group of new Sims to play around with. The usual stuff happens--they get jobs, learn a few initial skills, and hit a few of the new clubs the expansion offers. All is going well and I've got my mind off work, until...

I click onto Map View (which let's you see the entire city and choose a place to visit) and a purple tab catches my eye. It tells me some random Sim I don't know is throwing a party and my Sims have the option to crash it. I decide to see how that goes and order the entire household to crash Mr. Random's party.

I almost busted a lung laughing when they got there and the whole place was full of vampire Sims.

Annnnnd just like that, I had my writer's hat back on. I just can't escape it, can I? Lol. I'm going to tuck this opening away and turn it into a short story (novella, maybe?) when I have some spare time.

Where's the strangest place inspiration has ever struck you?

HAPPY WRITING, LOVELIES!