The Stitch Legacy 1.5 (Part Two)
Stitch Legacy 1.5
Part Two
Part One of this update was here.
Warning: I get GIF-happy with Bertie Wooster.
The Legacy house is really coming along now. It's slow progress.
THIS. This is elusive evidence of a legacy spouse showing common sense in order to prevent fire. Tay started making omelettes, then abandoned them for the carpool. Without missing a beat (probably because she was really hungry), Soukie autonomously took over the cooking. See, I was just gonna leave it to fate. This is the fifth update and there hasn't been a single fire. Soukie didn't even give the food chance to burn.
After breakfast, Soukie ventrilo-farts her son and...
Seriously. If passing wind is THIS painful, seek medical help.
Not a good morning for Mal either. Imo tormented him so badly, he stuck his head through wall. Man up, kid! She's half your size!
Sweet payback. Watch out though, Mal. She won't be that small forever, and she looks the type to hold a grudge.
He loves her really. No sharks this time though.
Also, check the rabid skunk. Crazy thing spend an hour running around the lot.
I think everyone knows how this will end. Skunks have a zero-tolerance approach to harassment.
You kind of had it coming, kid. Don't look at me like that.
New face, same level of incompetence.
Please do not do that thing which you are doing. This is not what I'm paying you for.
Imo is turning into an avid gamer. Kid likes to pwn.
Wait... something has gone horribly wrong...
"Still no legacy fire", I said. Famous last words.
Nanny: *walks away*
I don't have a fire alarm...
Nanny: *blank stare*
Just an ordinary day on the job, eh? Don't mind the raging fire in the kitchen, let's watch a movie!
Gigi: Um... my babysitter just set the kitchen on fire?
Why do I even bother hiring someone to watch the kids?
At least someone around here knows how to do their job...
And she deals with it like a BOSS. See, why don't nannies have that level of efficiency? Show up, take care of business, leave. Bish. Bash. Bosh. Job done.
Tell that to her.
Imo: Ruthie's extreme incompetence frightens me, diary.
Luckily, not long after, Tay came home from work.
Gigi: Daddydaddydaddy! It was awful! The woman you trusted to watch us is a remorseless pyromaniac!
Taylor asks her to leave, obviously.
She obliges, but helps herself to a meal from the fridge first.
Food to go, because apparently endangering the live of small children is hungry work.
Mal earns SIM$2750 in scholarships, and celebrates with some casual gaming with his dad.
Mal: GAWD dad, dead again? You couldn't find the crouch button if it smacked you in the face.
Did I say casual? This is the Stitch household. Gaming is srsbzns.
Tay: Well YOU were an accident and your mum doesn't love you.
Mal: Whu? Too mean, dad.
...
Yeah, it's been done.
The twins have a bizarre sleeping patterns. Which means 3AM chess games. Which, of course, involves cheating.
Also, I don't think I've ever seen BOTH of them dressed at the same time...
A rare scene in the Stitch household. Everybody sitting down for breakfast together. Aw.
Least. Flattering Work outfit. EVER.
Soukie makes it work though.
And because it's Mal's last day before heading off to uni, he gets another date with the unfortunate Marina to boost his bar.
This picture sums it up pretty accurately.
He gets a poking from Neon Yellow Lesbian, Alyson.
Marina is not the only one getting noogied either.
Moar making out. Deathly Pale Bartender is not a fan of PDAs, but Grinning Braids Bartender approves...
Grinning Braids: UH-HUH! This is what makes my job worthwhile.
Y'know, I'm really starting to think Mal is hiding some extra nice points somewhere. This was autonomous. Also, what I said about the twins' weird sleeping pattern? Yeah, it's 1PM and they've only just gone to bed.
I swear, I had nothing to do with this. Why is everyone in my game so damn congenial? Even my mean sims! I want dysfunctional families! I want moar fight. It's like living in Stepford, I tell you.
Don't let the fact that Mal still hasn't taken in your LAST bouquet worry you, Marina.
*sniffles* The kid's all grown-up.
And there he goes. His mum and the twins ran up to wave goodbye.
(Also: I spy with my little eye... selfsim walkby)
And there we have it. The advent of generation two! Until then, have a shot of the twins being cute.
Also... I really need to fix these meat-trousers... Texture referencing clothes being mishandled. Creeps me the fuck out.
Next time: Mal Stitch: The Uni Years.
Read Ch. 2.0
Part Two
Part One of this update was here.
Warning: I get GIF-happy with Bertie Wooster.
The Legacy house is really coming along now. It's slow progress.
THIS. This is elusive evidence of a legacy spouse showing common sense in order to prevent fire. Tay started making omelettes, then abandoned them for the carpool. Without missing a beat (probably because she was really hungry), Soukie autonomously took over the cooking. See, I was just gonna leave it to fate. This is the fifth update and there hasn't been a single fire. Soukie didn't even give the food chance to burn.
After breakfast, Soukie ventrilo-farts her son and...
Seriously. If passing wind is THIS painful, seek medical help.
Not a good morning for Mal either. Imo tormented him so badly, he stuck his head through wall. Man up, kid! She's half your size!
Sweet payback. Watch out though, Mal. She won't be that small forever, and she looks the type to hold a grudge.
He loves her really. No sharks this time though.
Also, check the rabid skunk. Crazy thing spend an hour running around the lot.
I think everyone knows how this will end. Skunks have a zero-tolerance approach to harassment.
You kind of had it coming, kid. Don't look at me like that.
New face, same level of incompetence.
Please do not do that thing which you are doing. This is not what I'm paying you for.
Imo is turning into an avid gamer. Kid likes to pwn.
Wait... something has gone horribly wrong...
"Still no legacy fire", I said. Famous last words.
Nanny: *walks away*
I don't have a fire alarm...
Nanny: *blank stare*
Just an ordinary day on the job, eh? Don't mind the raging fire in the kitchen, let's watch a movie!
Gigi: Um... my babysitter just set the kitchen on fire?
Why do I even bother hiring someone to watch the kids?
At least someone around here knows how to do their job...
And she deals with it like a BOSS. See, why don't nannies have that level of efficiency? Show up, take care of business, leave. Bish. Bash. Bosh. Job done.
Tell that to her.
Imo: Ruthie's extreme incompetence frightens me, diary.
Luckily, not long after, Tay came home from work.
Gigi: Daddydaddydaddy! It was awful! The woman you trusted to watch us is a remorseless pyromaniac!
Taylor asks her to leave, obviously.
She obliges, but helps herself to a meal from the fridge first.
Food to go, because apparently endangering the live of small children is hungry work.
Mal earns SIM$2750 in scholarships, and celebrates with some casual gaming with his dad.
Mal: GAWD dad, dead again? You couldn't find the crouch button if it smacked you in the face.
Did I say casual? This is the Stitch household. Gaming is srsbzns.
Tay: Well YOU were an accident and your mum doesn't love you.
Mal: Whu? Too mean, dad.
...
Yeah, it's been done.
The twins have a bizarre sleeping patterns. Which means 3AM chess games. Which, of course, involves cheating.
Also, I don't think I've ever seen BOTH of them dressed at the same time...
A rare scene in the Stitch household. Everybody sitting down for breakfast together. Aw.
Least. Flattering Work outfit. EVER.
Soukie makes it work though.
And because it's Mal's last day before heading off to uni, he gets another date with the unfortunate Marina to boost his bar.
This picture sums it up pretty accurately.
He gets a poking from Neon Yellow Lesbian, Alyson.
Marina is not the only one getting noogied either.
Moar making out. Deathly Pale Bartender is not a fan of PDAs, but Grinning Braids Bartender approves...
Grinning Braids: UH-HUH! This is what makes my job worthwhile.
Y'know, I'm really starting to think Mal is hiding some extra nice points somewhere. This was autonomous. Also, what I said about the twins' weird sleeping pattern? Yeah, it's 1PM and they've only just gone to bed.
I swear, I had nothing to do with this. Why is everyone in my game so damn congenial? Even my mean sims! I want dysfunctional families! I want moar fight. It's like living in Stepford, I tell you.
Don't let the fact that Mal still hasn't taken in your LAST bouquet worry you, Marina.
*sniffles* The kid's all grown-up.
And there he goes. His mum and the twins ran up to wave goodbye.
(Also: I spy with my little eye... selfsim walkby)
And there we have it. The advent of generation two! Until then, have a shot of the twins being cute.
Also... I really need to fix these meat-trousers... Texture referencing clothes being mishandled. Creeps me the fuck out.
Next time: Mal Stitch: The Uni Years.
Read Ch. 2.0