Tenderloin gets the cover! … Because he’s awesome I guess.
Last time; Balaenoptera, the blue whale, was born, the first born kids became children and Mytilus was being cute.
Pollen: Hey, sonny. How about an autograph for your old grandma, now that you’re famous and all?
Tenderloin: Awright. *punctures paper with pen*
Pollen: Uuhh… Thanks a lot, boy!
Tenderloin: You’re welc- Did I just sign an autograph for a ghost? Eww!
Bala & Astro: All the broken technology in this house is outrageous.
Vic: I’m on it… Sigh. *grumble*
The little garden has come along quite well.
Hepatica: Hey Ham. I’m almost done with my homework. You need some help with yours?
Ham: Pfft. I was done ages ago, man. I’ll be fishin’ in the pool.
Ham: Bye daddy! Have fun with whatever you’re supposed to do!
Hepatica: Can I fish too, Ham?
Ham: Yeah. Just don’t bring any people. Or jokes. I don’t like any of that.
Hepatica: Okidoki.
Hepatica: … The laptop is heating up too quickly. I might get a stationary one, once I get my own money of course.
Ham: When I get my own money, I’ll host parties with myself and me as guests. No offense, man.
Deformed Bala: What floor, mrs?
Vic: Bottom, please.
Deformed Bala: Will do.
Not these freaks again. *Shiver*
Uhm… Pancakes!
Yay! Plasma fruit. Finally I can be more organic and stay away from the juice boxes!
‘Cept the plants themselves suck since they don’t generate many fruits before they decide to die.
The band has upgraded their location. About dang time.
Ham: This thingie inspires me…
Ham: … to start inventing thingies on my own.
Ham: Eep!
Ham: Oh save me pool!
Ham: Blub blub blub…
Can vampires swim? I know zombies can’t…
Astro: Finally! I can steal mom’s toilet.
Tenderloin: Ham, you can eat regular food. You’re not a full-fledged vampire yet. Want me to make your favourite food?
Ham: Nah, I might as well start getting used to this plasma stuff. But thanks for the offer.
Yay for birthdays!
Mytilus: Um, mom? Grandpa? My birthday… Hello?
Mytilus: Oh well… TV never leaves me.
She rolled Couch Potato.
She begins to exercise the only skill she can do anything with, painting. While listening to TV.
Sounds like me!
Picture to remind me how my sims progress in their careers because I rarely take note of it while playing.
Bronson: I look cute, even with my crazy hat-sideburns.
Sofia: Why is everything in this house broken?! Aaaahhh!!
Sofia: I’ll just go nap in my great-something-grandchild’s bed.
Mytilus: What’s that Mr. Greenshirt, a ghost in your bed? … Well, call the Ghostbusters then.
Still going strong.
Inventions by Ham in this chapter: 1
Ham: Rusty pipe? Does not belong with my inventions!
Baked Angel Food Cake. I’m pretty sure Tenderloin made it, but I’m not 100% sure.
Inventions by Ham in this chapter: 2
Inventions by Ham in this chapter: 3
Inventions by Ham in this chapter: BOOM!
Ham: Why do I keep exploding?! Grrr!
This is where I got fed up with the now-glitchy elevators and put some stairs there instead.
Mytilus: WHY DOES THIS NOISE MACHINE HAVE TO SLEEP IN MY ROOM, MOTHER?! AAARGHHH!!
Astro: Don’t listen to her, blue whale, she’s just over-exaggerating.
Later that day…
Bronson: Balaenoptera is quite loud today, star.
Astro: I guess the young dudette wasn’t lying.
Bronson: Grow her up with the cake back there?
Astro: Agreed.
Bala: I rolled Disciplined. So what?
No comment.
…
CUTE INSANE SPAM GO!
Bala: Are you done yet?
Yeah.
How come this haircut has become so popular among spares leaving my household?
First up for another birthday, is Ham.
Ham: I wish for more awesome traits.
Ham: Whoa, man! You should do something about that poisonous green gas around you!
Ham: I hope you granted my wish, game.
Indeed, Mooch is the one she got.
Next up, with some creepy lights, is Hepatica.
Hepatica: Woo! Paaartaay!
He rolled Party Animal. And let’s stop here.
Until next time…
The Lonely Refinery 