I think we can guess what happens in this chapter… jeez, not even a single generation gone by yet. But, uh… here’s something cool I found to make up for it! (I did, however, see that this was number 13 when I published it…)
And there’s a bunch of other videos on the channel, too. Since it’s called ‘Periodic Videos’ I was legally obligated to mention it.
Anyway, we left off with Strontium in a mood because his sister was in the shower and he wanted to do homework in the bathroom. So… we resolved the cliffhanger?
I’m sure you were all on the edge of your seats.
Rubidium: You know, mom, I wanted to commend you on putting off painting so long so you could actually pay attention to your kids. You’re not that bad a mom, after all.
Laurel: *immediately goes to painting*
Rubidium: I wanna do my homework, but Strontium’s showering!
We now bring you ‘Life Lessons from Rubidium’:
Rubidium: Never go into politics, kid. You’ll never make it.
Rubidium: Or film. You’re not pretty enough for the silver screen.
Yttrium: Wow, Rubidium’s pretty smart, isn’t she?
Don’t listen to her, dear.
Rubidium: And don’t travel. Your plane will crash in a fiery blaze.
And that ends ‘Life Lessons from Rubidium’.
With few other career options, Yttrium turns to telling scary stories to her older brother. Next R. L. Stine?
Rubidium: Yes! Bathroom’s free for homework!
Meanwhile, Zirconium’s using the chemistry table… you’re looking for heiress points, aren’t you?
Zirconium: Whatever gave you that idea?
Zirconium: zzz… maybe I’ll take up sculpting…
Yttrium: … *sniff sniff* is something burning?
I’m not sure what was going on when I took this picture or why I took it. Probably because everyone suddenly woke up and got out of bed all at once.
Oh right, it’s ridiculously-early-breakfast-time.
Yttrium: And I gotta get my early morning workout in.
You can’t use the treadmill yet.
Laurel goes off to work. Maternity leave won’t save you this time!
Rubidium: Shoot, I missed 4 AM breakfast time.
… Zirconium, take a shower please.
Focusing on athletic skills at the moment, because our next TH can play chess games with him if need be. I am determined to get this LTW if at all possible.
He got the other skill challenges, so the next one is jogging. Might as well work on that one, so he goes jogging around town.
Krypton: I feel so controlled.
Don’t worry, you’ll have your freedom… eventually…
Strontium learns the joys of having lots of neat toys while he’s supposed to be doing homework with Gator.
Strontium: If I had one of these, I’d never stop using it!
That’s why we don’t have one of those.
And Mina’s going home with the twins… are there any other families in this town?
Yttrium: None that want to hang out with us…
Fair enough, I suppose.
Krypton: Stop that. Bad child. Don’t make me get the newspaper.
So she goes to do her homework. Like a good child. STRONTIUM.
Strontium: But… but… virtual reality…
Strontium: See? I’m doing it!
Because the full moon came out and you don’t want the werewolves to eat you.
Strontium: … so? What’s that got to do with anything?
Strontium: I need a drink.
Proof positive that this is still the Mendeleev family. They have a tendency towards alcoholism.
… Wikipedia says that Dmitri Mendeleev became a Doctor of Science because of a dissertation about “The Combinations of Water with Alcohol”. Huh.
Werewolf: You should really work out more! My Mina isn’t going to marry a skinny boy like you!
Strontium: But I’m hungry… and way too old for her.
You wouldn’t be hungry if you went for actual food instead of booze.
Strontium calls everyone home so we won’t have to deal with the curfew police.
Pay no attention to the zombie behind you, good sir. Your coward trait would not bear it.
And then a celebrity suddenly appears at our doorstep at two in the morning.
Celebrity Woman: It was either legacy family or zombies… I was actually thinking about going with the zombies…
CW: Before I remembered how hawtt your torch-holder is!
Krypton: You’re not too bad, either.
CW: So if I moved in, you would need to make this a mansion. Just so you know.
Krypton: … right…
Rubidium: Going to paint, mom?
Laurel: Going to give your cheating father a piece of my mind!
Zirconium: Why do I keep dreaming that I’m being burned?
Rubidium: Come on, mom… it’s not like he slept with her… or even flirted… it’s just a game code that makes everyone heart fart over everyone else.
Yttrium: How dare you say that to mom! They were talking about moving her in!
Rubidium: How do you know?
Yttrium: I was in the background of that picture, thank you very much!
And then one of the younger twins grew up. But only one. But sometimes the game does stuff like that, messing with the ages. Then I changed her clothes and this happened…
Um… maybe if I save and come back?
Well, that’s… worse… Um.
I could use a backup file, but that would mean that everything in the chapter was basically for naught, and replaying things that already happened makes me angry. Plus I kind of jumped on this as an excuse. For what?
You’ll see. And can possibly already guess.
Self Wetting : 1 -5
Passing Out : 0
Failing School : 0
Accidental Deaths : (0)
Social Worker Visit : (0)
Game breakiness that’s my own fault : 1
Every Birth : (4?) +20
Twins : (2) +20. Possibly?
Triplets : (0)
Fulfilling LTWs : (0)
NTH Spouse Reaching Top of Career : (0)
Every Honor Roll : (0)
Randomizing every LTW and trait for an entire generation : (0)
Not Using Spares Lifetime Happiness points for an entire generation : (0)
Every 100,000 simoleons earned : (0)
Painting of Torch Holder (1) + 5
TOTAL = +35. Or something.