Continuing in the trend of nonsensical titles for the chapters, oddly always weather inspired.
Last time; Cale unfortunately died, but no worries – Mytilus quickly found a replacement man out in the swamp, Wolfgang. And our only turquoise kid became a teenager (already?).
Grænblár: Yay, VR adventure! But who put the volume up so high?!
SYNCED MOURNING GO!
And that’s about all the mourning in this chapter you’ll get!
Now that he has the ability to, I gave Grænblár the celebrity guitar to utilize. Bastard will probably master it in a day.
Seona: Fufufu… Get outta my way or there will be shanking. >:)
More Chimerees! Featured here are Seona, Leroy (the founder!)…
See? Already mastered. Freak.
Ham: Yo man, I did the math and it’s not possible for you and my niece to procreate unless-
Ham: -splash! someone goes down ya know?
Wolfgang: I know, isn’t your mother supposed to fill that role?
Mr. Lefty: I’ll get you for that!
Ham: Waaaa~it Lefty!
Ham: He didn’t make a mom joke, he was right. Mom was supposed to kick the bucket long ago.
Mr. Lefty: Hmph… *grumble*
Fun fact: people like to visit the little family graveyard, just because I set it to ‘visitor’s allowed’.
Ham: *Using vampire powers* Yooo~u will love meeeee…
Remember, since I don’t have mods these two will have to get to know each other – again and again until they marry.
This is what Ham does whenever I leave her alone, mooch cash from other people. And it always works. Always.
Mytilus: Hey painting who was painted long ago, it’s my birthday!
What is going on with Tenderloin’s pants? At least it’s not as bad as the picture I saw over at Sims Gone Wrong.
Gotta find that picture… *checks while writing*
*Crosses fingers* Don’t-die-don’t-die-don’t-die.
Wolfgang: Is that Victoria over there?
Nah, but it looks like it.
Wolfgang: Don’t you want to dance anymore?
Mytilus: I feel like I’ll drop to the floor any second.
Wolfgang: Me too, to be honest.
Picture of Cale: Hey! Why am I on the edge and almost falling to the floor?
Picture of Wolfgang: Because I’m her man now! And keeping you here is to punish your idiotic self for frying yourself twice in a row! Muhahahahaha!
Picture of Cale: D:
Wolfgang: Yes, Bronson?
Bronson: When will you and Mytilus get married?
Wolfgang: I don’t know, as soon as a slot opens I suppose. I don’t know if there’ll be any cake though, or a party. Mytilus doesn’t like large masses of people.
Bronson: That’s true. She married her former husband, Cale, without changing into her formalwear.
Wolfgang: Hey, Dionysus, dance!
Dionysus is also a Chimeree.
Ham: Why is my bed so damn popular?!
Bronson: I like you Wolfgang.
Wolfgang: I like you too, Bronson. You are a great chess partner.
This is everyday for the adults of the house. Not so exciting.
Cale: I have come to haunt my former house! Boo.
See?! Told ya!
Well, this was unnecessary.
Grænblár: Dad! Good you’re here. I have some serious stuff to talk about…
This would a pointless picture, ‘cept for two things. Wolfgang has a sticky note tattoo, and Astro just maxed logic (therefore completing her LTW).
Cale: *Insert some witty insulting fly comment here because I can’t come up with one.*
Grænblár: Not. Nice. Dad!
Grænblár: You’ve become such a douche ever since you died! You’re not my dad! My dad isn’t an asshole! Scram!
Tenderloin: Not now, Cale. I’m tired.
And then he goes to sleep on the balcony. At least it wasn’t Ham’s bed again.
Cale: Hi babe.
Mytilus: Ew! Oh… Let’s talk outside, Cale. This is a bathroom.
Cale: I’ve missed you, Mytilus.
Mytilus: I’ve missed you too.
Mytilus: But you do realize I’ve moved on now? I’m going to marry another man. Are you okay with this?
Cale: Not really though, I mean I’d rather be alive. But I can’t deny you moving on with your life.
Mytilus: Thank you for your support, Cale.
Cale: You’re welcome. Just don’t forget about me completely.
Astro: *Thinking* I love my dude.
Bronson: *Thinking* I love myself.
That’s it for now!