The annoyance when your wife’s step-grandma is hogging the only stove. I just came to a realization, I should make a kitchen with two stoves in the next sim legacy.
Last time; Victoria retired from her political job, Ham joined the athletic career, Tenderloin joined the film career, Bronson and Astrotrain grew old, and the family moved town somewhere.
After placing the graves in the new graveyard, Bronson takes the opportunity to clap in confetti a.k.a. retire.
I put in all the hetero Chimerees in town for some nice genetics, would’ve put in all but like I mentioned I don’t have neither mods nor cc in this legacy. That’s also why Jet doesn’t look as good as she did in her legacy.
If you squint you can see Cornflower and Mortimer (yes, the Goth) in there.
Of course I put in Chester, just to keep Ham company.
Also, if you haven’t guessed it yet by this background, we’re in Twinbrook (again)!
Apparently, Twinbrook’s swampy air makes your bone brittle.
Ham: Eeeee! This is gonna be awesome!
Ham: That’s it? >:(
Marc Brandt: Raaahh! Stop this right n-!
On the first day in the new town, Tenderloin immediately faints from sunburn. Oops.
Old lady Pidgin: Don’t sleep in the park young man! Think of the children!
Lavender Chimeree & Oliver Greenwood: *takes pictures to put on fail blog*
Tenderloin: Cale, have you noticed all the glowy greenery since we moved? I think we might get radiation sickness!
Cale: Maybe so, but at least we have the biggest TV ever!
Tenderloin: True dat.
I know artists are pretty much supposed to make new things, brake borders and what-not but I never thought you’d be the next puke painter!
Grænblár: Mommy, when is it my birthday? I want cake!
Mytilus: Be patient little one, and your reward won’t be far away.
Astro: Dad-dude, our lack of a ceiling makes me sick.
And then she puked. :|
Twinbrook has no space for the 64×64 film studio rabbit hole (well, perhaps where the Racket house is but I didn’t want to move them), I put it in the middle of almost nowhere. But for some reason Tenderloin can’t enter the building!
Had to tear down some fence for him, but now he can work.
Astro: Bronson dude, how come step-ma ain’t dead yet? She needs to go if we’re gonna have more grandkiddies!
Bronson: Don’t worry love, we just grew old! She’ll probably pass before we reach the ends of our life bars.
Astro: Better hope so, otherwise we might have to do it ourselves.
Bronson: Don’t include me in this…
And then they remembered they had compatible star signs and proceeded to make out. Oh, old people…
Betty: Who’s this old witch? Call the old folks home someone!
Vic: Hmph! Amateur bartenders. What has the world come to?
About 8 screenshots later, it’s time for Grænblár to grow up.
He becomes Disciplined.
Vic: What the hell… is with this bench? I feel sick.
DAT FACE! xD
Vic: I wouldn’t eat that if I were you, it could be radioactive.
Grænblár: That’s total rubbish step-great-grandma! You just want my pie for your own! :<
Grænblár: I will get you for that, fishing rod. *evil smile*
Grænblár: You will catch me something cool!
Fun game of the week: Find the lure!
And there’s Standby.
I should also, while I remember to mention it, that I changed Astro’s LTW to Perfect Mind, Perfect Body. Why did I do this? Well, the stealing counter reset when the family moved and there was no chance she’d finish it before her inevitable death. Since she maxed athletic almost autonomously she only has logic left to max. It’s not a big deal, really, but I thought she deserved a completed LTW, and she’s not the main focus any more. That’s about it.
Grænblár: I noticed something that sucks, dad. I want to play music, compose, but there’s nothing in this world for kids to use.
Cale: I agree, but was that the only thing you wanted to mention?
Grænblár: No, I want some help with my homework.
Like he needs it though, that friendly bat gives him all the help he needs.
But that doesn’t mean he can’t delve into other stuff kids can do. Like baking!
Kay: Step-mum! Wait for meeee~!
Pollen: Screw you! *VROOO~OM*
Kay: I’ll get yooo~u!
Mytilus: If you don’t stop this soon old woman I swear I will strangle you!!
Astro: Yeee~s… Do eeee~t…
Cale: What the…?
Grænblár: Well, this is awkward…
Still in love. Still rolls wishes for each other.
Cale: I just became a newb PI!
So that’s one career down, three more to go.
Cale: Yay. Now I can troll forums!
Ham: Why did he faint? Why did the Chimeree faint? What’s going on?! D:
There’s Dionysus, and a bit of Evander.
It’s a shame you can’t solve murder mysteries when a PI (or something in that grade of coolness), instead you have to settle for solving the mystery of some mouthwash belonging to a redneck swamp-child in its underwear. Totally normal!
Astro: I read another chapter of that book, and I got sent another nice belt in the mail!
Reading note books in the park. Works great against the stir-crazy.
Jade Greenwood: If you want the dirt, you’ll have to pay up handsome man!
Never thought teens would need bribes. At least adults you can beat up.
Just decreasing funds.
And getting into paparazzi trouble because of that. It pisses me off so much! Can you fix your celeb status with mods?
What is with that face?
Jade: I can sense… an elder… man… fat and… a vampire…
Cale: What’s this? A clue!
Cale: I’m close. I can feel it!
… … … xD
Cale: That’s Marigold – destroyer of doll houses. Better be really careful.
Grænblár: There’s some odd smell in the air…
Until next time…