Christopher Steel

Christopher Steel is lucky by nature. Things have always come easily for him, which is starting to get boring. Now that he’s in a brand-new town with no friends or job, how will he fare?

Christopher arrived in Sunset Valley on a sunny spring Sunday morning. The house he’d inherited from a great-aunt he’d never met was quaint and suited him just fine. After graduating with a Fine Arts Degree, he’d felt restless in his hometown of Lucky Palms, and this quiet town seemed just the place to find whatever it was he needed. He’d never been close to his family anyway. He enjoyed fishing, the outdoors, cooking, and reading. His family liked to hang out at the casinos or lounges.

Sunset Valley was a fantastic place to fish. Packing a few apples in his pocket, Christopher set off exploring new spots early each morning. When Christopher learned that he could become a professional angler, he immediately headed to city hall to register. “Get paid to do what I love? That’s a no brainer!” He discovered he could make more than a few simoleons selling fish at the local grocery store. Soon, Christopher had a routine: rise early and go fishing, sell his catch, go home to take a nap, then head out for some evening fishing.

EverFresh Delights Supermarket was not only a place to sell his catch and buy supplies, it was a place chat with the locals. One afternoon, he learned about a valuable fish that could be caught after midnight in the Pleasant Rest Graveyard.

Christopher wasn’t too unnerved. He had caught angelfish before (the bait used for this unusual fish), so he went home, set his alarm for 11:00 p.m., and lay down for a nap, where he fall fast asleep for a few hours. The moon was high as he trekked up the hill to the cemetery.

Shrugging off his unease, Christopher kept fishing until he’d caught the strange fish. The residents of the graveyard didn’t bother him, and he didn’t bother them. The fish was a bit creepy, though, but he put it in his magic fishing box and trudged back home for another short nap.

Christopher soon realized this was a profitable way to spend his night-time hours, and he began returning to the pond as often as he could. The more he fished there, the less the local ghostly residents bothered him, and the more death fish he caught.

Figuring he had no use for the furniture in the spare bedroom, Christopher sold it and purchased more fish tanks to keep the perfect specimens he caught. He had a goal: to catch as many different types of fish as he could, and after a while the spare room was filled with tanks and caring for the fish was added to his daily routine.

He kept one specimen of each new type he caught, carefully curating his perfect aquarium. Investing in the shrink-o-matic fish bowls was definitely worth the cost he told himself every time he fed a fish or cleaned out a bowl.

When he wasn’t fishing, Christopher learned new recipes and spent time at the park with new friends. Life was good, and he didn’t think he could wish for anything more.

“Who is she?” Christopher asked Simis Bachelor, a friend and local journalist who was doing an article on Christopher’s rise to success in the angling world.

“Jamie Jolina,” Simis replied. “She’s way out of your league. Half the guys in Sunset Valley ask her out regularly. C’mon. Let’s get that interview with you and your perfect aquarium.”

“Christopher? Are you listening to a word I’ve said?” Simis motioned to Christopher. “Hello?”


Unfortunately, I deleted most of my screenshots. Yikes! They were mostly of Christopher fishing in all the different spots. Sunset Valley is a pretty world, and the sunrises over the ocean are gorgeous! This was to be my first generation for my LEPacy challenge, but I thought I’d just share some of the pictures and the love story–it was so sweet–in a separate tale.

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