The weather related title name continues! Wow, I’ve been havin’ really diverse weather lately, just now it started raining in full sunlight.
Last time; Someone finally died! Unfortunately it was the wrong person, as Bronson went to the Netherworld. Grænblár got a girlfriend, Emerald who likes green, and kissed the basket snake. The empty household slot was filled by carbon copy of Wolfgang, Tirkizan. The blue couple decided for a small wedding (in their formalwear) was fitting.
Also, Tenderloin has finally learned to cook Mytilus’s favourite food.
Grænblár, the freak has already maxed another skill.
Grænblár: Don’t think you can fool me little brother. I can see through that cute charade.
Grænblár: Oh will you stop that?!
Tirkizan: :3
Grænblár: Oh man, I can’t be mad at you.
Tenderloin: I know we have the space to dig. I know we have the means to dig. I know Ham is eager for a pink diamond. But why do I have to fill the damn holes?!
Tenderloin: Hello Jet. Want to assist me?
Jet: Burying dead people? Heck yeah!
Tenderloin: Sorry, no bodies. It’s just holes to underground civilizations.
Jet: Oh… Too dull for me then.
Grænblár goes to a date at the public pool (how romantic) when I spot a familiar face.
*Zzzzoooom* I knew that teleporter would come in handy.
This was the only interaction she had time to make before she had to go to work. :/
Grænblár: Err… What was I supposed to do now again?
Grænblár: Oh yeah, romantic serenading.
While Grænblár prepares his guitar, let’s take a closer looksie at his serenade subject, Emerald.
She has caramel (that’s how I would describe it) hair, brownish eyes (grey according to the wiki), darker skin than I’ve had yet, a round face with a big nose. She’s just cute as a button all around.
Emerald: That was wonderful, Grænblár!
Raise your hand if your eyes become automatically drawn to her bum.
*Raises hand*
Grænblár: What? Oh… Thank you.
What’s a chapter without a birthday? Here’s Tirkizan’s.
Ham: It’s so not fair that I can’t eat cake any longer.
Nothing’s stopping you.
Ham: It doesn’t satisfy my thirst, that’s why.
But you technically can still eat it, even though it doesn’t change anything.
Ham: Yes, I’ll become fat! That’s what.
Just stay grumpy then, and drink that juice before you die of thirst.
Tirkizan: Durrr…
Despite the ability to rock that stupid hair, Tirkizan becomes more impressed with… well, anything.
Astro: It’s my first appearance in this chapter and it’s of when I kick the bucket? What a bunch of crepes!
Death: Come along Astrotrain, time to go.
Astro: I dun wanna!
Astro: Hahaha! Just kiddin’. It’ll be good to see my precious Bronson again.
Face One Tourist: I just witnessed the death of a legacy heiress. Oh my…
For once, a face one is dressed not to badly. Although, shame on you Silver. You are so awesome otherwise.
Wolfie: You did this you blasted theater! Anything outside the house isn’t safe anymore!
Ah, Astrotrain. Gone at the age of 97, the first sim I changed the LTW for because it was too difficult for me (at that moment).
Thanks for being so awesome.
Grænblár: Hey Ham! It’s my birthday!
Ham: Okay. I’ll go party now.
With red sparkles and bats, Grænblár gains the power of sleeping through anything.
Man, he looks really good on a bike. Too bad he’ll get a regular car from me later.
3.000 sim dollars later and he’s got the solution in his hand.
Grænblár: Begone bats and sparkles!
To never be seen again. Yay! Maybe now he won’t be so über.
Grænblár: Oh hai Ham, how was the party?
Ham: Lame, as always. I got kicked out for mooching plasma again.
Grænblár: Ah, home sweet home.
Grænblár: But it’ll never be the same without grandma! D’:
Tirkizan: I. Require. Fooooood!
Tirkizan: What’chu lookin’ at?
Oh, nothing. You’re just so cute… and a waste of space.
Well lookie here!
It’s a trailer Tenderloin had in his inventory, from his acting days.
It comes with a wardrobe, the ability to throw tantrums as a star and sleep (of course)!
Grænblár, you already have a job. Why are you still on the computer?
Grænblár: Working.
Already?
Grænblár: You know, prep work.
I’ve got a feeling he’s gonna top his career really quick.
Yay for more acting trophies!
Where’s Mytilus when you need her?
Oh, she’s just pregnant. I’ll get Wolfie then.
And one note here. This is the last attempt I’ll make. If this kid is a clone, then Grænblár becomes the heir.
Tirkizan: I’m so sad, mum.
Mytilus: I’ll second you on that, son.
Wolfie: Have a hug, Tirkizan.
Tirkizan: Thanks, dad.
Mytilus: There’s something else you should know, Tirkizan. You’re going to get a little sibling.
Tirkizan: You mean I’ll become the forgotten middle child? Awesuuuum.
Tenderloin: Huff… We might as well move to a new place, the holes multiply too quickly.
This somehow reminds me of Holes, it’s a great book and a good film too.
Twinbrook has started getting… problems.
I think Tenderloin has the right idea.
Be prepared for bleeding eyes in one… two…
Three.. Gaaah! I did not give Cale that much muscle definition! My eyes! D:
Tirkizan: I think this kid will become a star.
I think this kid will get brain damage.
Mytilus: I’m getting too old and too pregnant for this.
More serenading!
Chester: That was brilliant, Ham, I can barely hear anything now.
Ham: Then you won’t mind another round of serenading?
Chester: What? I can’t hear you.
*Stare-stare-stare-stare*
I mentioned the trailer’s features before.
But I didn’t mention all of them.
They still goin’ on? Wow…
……… :|
Until next time!
The Lonely Refinery 