Hey, guys. I turned 21 this past Friday and DRANK A PEPSI WOO.
Not even Pepsi and… whatever alcoholic beverage one puts in a Pepsi. Or do you just put alcohol in Coca Cola. I know you put rum in coke…
Apparently the first picture I took was of this little graveyard/mausoleum place. I was sending Barium to go looking for gemstones and–
This is why we start with sim checks, isn’t it? So I don’t have to open a chapter talking about the same mausoleum rabbit hole that everyone’s seen before.
I’m pretty sure that Arnold is duplicating our instruments. I only had one bass before.
Arnold: But… I’m all about that bass.
Caesium made that joke last time.
Maybe this is why they call the game SIMS… *mind blown*
It’s Neo’s birthday.
Neo’s a mooch now.
Neo: Can I bum a twenty? Or some cigs?
… you’re like six.
Neo: Everyone in this family’s a drunk; I thought I’d be different.
… I have no idea why I took this picture of Neo singing to her IF; something else we’ve all seen a billion times.
Probably because she’s blocking the sink. Yeah, that’s probably it.
Aw, Mulan’s old now!
For all the shit I give her, I really do love Mulan, and like every other sim from early in the legacy. Good memories all around.
Nervous: Aw, yeah. That’s my great-something-granddaughter in that tub. Mm.
Antimony: How did you know I had a fetish for incestuous ghost voyeurs?
Arnold, however, is disgusted by the ghost.
Arnold: Gross, dude! You’re RELATED.
I was actually taking a picture to say STOP GETTING TOYS FROM THE DAMN CLAW MACHINE to Arnold. Cheaty McCheaterson.
Cerium BAM finished her LTW.
Since I went and changed her LTW to be the recipe one and everything.
Aw, autonomous walking training for Theo!
… Neo and Theo. THEY RHYME.
While I’m doing the whole ‘change LTWs’ thing, I changed Arnold’s to one he could actually conceivably do as an unplayable sim. He has to max out three skills, but he’s typically practicing on the instruments so it could possibly happen.
Too bad there’s no ‘catch 100 things from the claw machine’ LTW or he’d have won this one already.
Good luck, Arnold.
Wren: Yay! It’s my birthday!
Mangle: Mm… want some caaaaaaake?
Wren has a crisis.
The crisis is her hair.
Barium’s birthday too, but he has to go find a room with tons of people. Because Barium’s a little attention whore, apparently.
Barium: I know my wife aged up alone with a cowplant, but look at MEEE!
Barium: … my hair deflated.
… we’ll fix that.
Zombie: I can’t get inside. : (
… that is why we have a door. To keep you out.
Hey, Silver! How’s death?
Silver: Shh! Don’t break my concentration. I’m in a cop chase.
Since Barium and Cerium basically have nothing to do now, I have Barium train up Theo while we wait for things to do.
Barium: Can you say ‘dance party’?
Theo: DANCE PAWTY!
… so this was in our inventory. I don’t know why.
But Mangle has a new friend now.
Barium had to fix a television for Lucy.
Lucy: Okay, I can pay you in money… or something else…
Barium: Money. I’ll take money.
Yay! Autonomous sim interactions!
Neo: So can I have some candy?
Barium: It’s too late for candy; it’s almost bedtime.
Mangle: That’s it… take a step back… just a little more…
Neo: Grandpa, you’re looking extremely young today.
Antione: Nice try, young lady, but your father’s right about the candy.
Neo: Screw the adults! They don’t know what they’re talking about. I’m just going to stay up all night, ride a rocking horse, and JAM my hand through the wall!
Don’t become your uncle, please.
I check back on my torch-holder for a bit and see that the both of them are talking about photography. How sweet.
Neo: I’m serious, Grampa, you look super young.
Antione: I’m not giving you candy.
Antione: I’m off to have some sushi.
Neo: Wait! Forget the candy! Can we just play video games?
We got the philosopher’s stone thing, so we can get rid of some of the toys that Arnold’s been stealing from the claw machine.
But first, the imaginary friends.
Cerium: Yay, it’s gone!
I don’t even really care that it didn’t work to make gold. So long as it’s gone, that’s good for me.
Wren: I’m just going to go to the bathroom and not see anything weird going on.
Cerium: Lamia ursus, et converterentur ad evanescunt aurum.
Wren: Never mind.
Who doesn’t keep a stack of gold bars on the desk by their computer?
Self Wetting : 13 -115
Fires: 4 -20
Electrocutions: 3 -15
Passing Out : 33 -165
Failing School : 0
Accidental Deaths : (0)
Social Worker Visit : (0)
Game breakiness that’s my own fault : 2
Every Birth : 12 +60
Twins : (5) +50
Triplets : (1) +20
Fulfilling LTWs : 6 +240
NTH Spouse Reaching Top of Career : (0)
Every Honor Roll : 9 +45
Every 100,000 simoleons earned : 1 +20
Painting of Torch Holder (4) + 20
TOTAL = 135