The Riddell Legacy - 3.5
Warnings: Excessive stupid, swearing, violence and as is rapidly becoming the trend: fail.
Last Time: Susan and Beatrix were neglected, became children, and proceeded to suck at life. Cass and Liam became teens, with the former deciding to torment Susan and the latter trying to outcheat David at chess, and Lola edged ever closer to a mental break. We left off with Elizabeth dying. :(
Elizabeth's death hits everyone pretty hard, although fortunately in none '-5,000' ways. She was at least friends with every other member of the family, so it's understandable.
David: *bawls*
Adam: *snaffles hamburger* And well... if HE was too busy leaking to eat, then really, I was doing him a favour right? Anyway, these are much better than the stuff they have back home, must talk to Dr. Lewis about this...
Adam! You can't steal a grieving man's hamburger!
Adam: What did Dr. Lewis say about voices in my head? Oh yes... I'M NOT GOING TO BURN ANYTHING THIS TIME! LA LA LA CAN'T HEAR YOU! LA LA LA!
Beatrix: Zzzzz fucking hate this boring house... zzzz.
It seems Beatrix has perfected the art of sleep-bitching!
A robe? How very slick Liam.
Liam: Only true agents wander in their dressing gowns...
...I'll let this slide THIS once okay?
Beatrix: Argh! Liam: Incapacitating techniques are vital to any agent! Is bad dress sense?
Bitchface thoroughly in progress!
FUCK OFF THREATBOX!
This was like the FOURTH time that day it had popped up. She'd not even been back to school after refusing to go!
Liam: There is insufficient nourishment in this house!
Pay attention to your pastries, not your hunger!
Liam: *flails*
However, instead of taking my advice, Liam instead decides to go and...
...start an argument with Adam.
Liam: Hey, what are YOU doing here? We don't tolerate poor sorts in this house!
Dammit Liam, PRIORITIES!
Lola: Why HEY there little buddy!
Liam: I... uh... um... I hate it when I have nothing to talk about!
Stove: *ignites*
Cup-Stick Buddy: Uh... your house is on fire.
Lola: Why, what a WONDERFUL compliment!
Cup-Stick Buddy: ...
Liam: This wasn't covered in training either! ... HAVE I BEEN LEARNING ANYTHING USEFUL!?
Adam: AND THEN THERE WAS A FUCKING FIRE AND IT WAS FLAMES AND OW AND HOT AND OH GOD THE BURNING WAS JUST FUCKING CRAZY! WHICH BY THE WAY IS TOTALLY NOT LIKE ME BECAUSE I'M COMPLETE SA- FIIIIIIREEEE! -2,000
Oh god. That might put paid to the Asylum right there.
Lola: *gasps* Why did Mr. Cup not warn my about this!?
Firefighter: Whew! That sure was a close one!
Fire: *rages*
O_o
Hey! Hey! Come back and put that out!
Everyone: *oblivious*
WTF guys!?
David: *is clearly just fucking invincible*
I... ... I just don't even know.
Even the fire in this house is stupid.
I had to move them out then in again, because much as having some eternal flame in the kitchen was cool, it was distracting as all hell.
Liam: This plant is... hideous!
Be that as it may, but it's HAILING dude (take my word for it, can't get good picture of weather), I'm sure bitching about the shubbery can wait until you're not going to get pelted with ice.
Meanwhile... Let me tell you now, this marks the END of friendly relationships between these two.
Cup-Stick Buddy: Look, you're talking to, well, a cup on a stick, don't you think that's the slightest bit crazy?
Lola: Crazy? ME!? How DARE you Mr. Cup! I thought we were friends!
Cup-Stick Buddy: I'm a CUP you idiot! My face is drawn on with marker! CRAZY WOMAN!
Lola: Call me crazy again! Call me crazy! I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, CALL ME CRAZY ONE MORE TIME!
Cup-Stick Buddy: ...meep.
Julius: Hey there Liam, congratulations on being born!
Liam: ... Great, grandfather is going senile.
Beatrix: I hate you SO MUCH! If I could go back in time and stop you being born, I totally would!
Susan: B-but, we're twins!
Beatrix: STOP WITH YOUR LOGIC-ING BITCH!
Susan: FUUU-!
Random Annoying Old Guy: WHOO! YEAH! RIP HER HEAD OFF!
This guy turns up all the time, it's really annoying.
Beatrix: Your encouragement is appreciated, but unecessary.
RAOG: You're welcome!
Vladimir: I LIKE YOU SMALL ONE! LET US BE BEST FRIENDS!
Beatrix: I ain't done yet bitch! *tackles*
Susan: OH GO-
Beatrix: Who's badass? That's right. Beatrix is badass!
Vladimir: EXCELLENT FIGHTING FOR CAPITALIST DOGS! NOW VILL YOU GET OUT OF THIS BATHROOM!?
It's Charley's birthday!
Everyone: *raises the roof*
Susan: Whoo! Go Charley! fuckyouBeatrixforbeating me up! It's your birthday!
Charley: ...
I don't think I've seen a birthday with this many in attendance before.
Whoo!
By the by, David continues to maintain his track record of being in the house for EVERY major event in this Gen so far.
*victory roll*
Here are her stats.
Charley: *scarred for life*
Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to keep the wardrobe in David and Lola's room...
Anyway, as per this post, everytime somebody has stargazed, I've been running numbers through random.org.
Anyway, so, according to what I've read, there's about a 0.05% of abduction.
Well, sorry Cass, but...
*chimes*
I honestly hate to have to do things like this, but until I figure out what's wrong with my game, it's the only way aliens are ever gonna get into anything. Then again... more kiddies means yet more work for poor David.
Susan: Aaaaaargh my life sucks! *flips out*
Old Dude: This has nothing to do with me! I swear! *flinches*
OKAY I GET IT.
Jeez!
Charley: And then, the rocket came down and blew the entir- Oh... oh dear. Who the heck left this with the kid's books?
Beatrix: Aw... it was just getting interesting!
Cass: Hellloo? I'm fucking tired here!
I'd be more inclined to be sympathetic if she hadn't GOT UP to complain about being tired.
Cass: Hurcblakrhkhg!
...Well okay, I'll let you off this time.
...Not from that one though.
Cass: *collapses*
*sigh*
Oh dear.
Charley: Hey big brother, why're you so uptight? Huh, huh? I'll loosen you up a bit! NOOOGIE!
Liam: Ack! Unhand me! This is no way to treat an agent!
Funky-eyebrowed townie: Hey! I know this dance! It goes kinda like... uh, erm... I...
Not only was this guy trying to smustle without music, he couldn't even keep in step with HIMSELF!
Cass: *sings. Badly*
The worst thing about THIS is that she cost herself aspiration points for doing it!
Charley: Hey there, I'm Charley, nice to m- NOOGIE YOU!
Funky-Eyebrowed Townie: Oh god help!
Ah... have to love the mean Sims...
Still, at least she's not quite so bad as her father.
Cup-Stick Buddy: Look, I AM A CUP! I'm a complete figment of your imagination!
Lola: *gasps* Mr. Cup, don't say such terrible things about yourself! You should get therapy for that!
Cup-Stick Buddy: If my arms weren't completely rigid, I would totally be facepalming right now.
This fight started so suddenly I didn't even see who attacked who.
But if I had to hazard a guess, it would be Beatrix.
...Wrong worry Lucy, wrong worry.
Beatrix: Yeah bitch, you'd better run... *enemy* *enemy*
Susan: *sniff* I'm telling Dad about this!
Instead of acknowledging Susan, David instead ropes her into homework (he must remember his own days of beating the crap out of his sisters)
Still, WHOO! Aspiration points!
This was weird. Cass didn't pop, but she did change into maternity - whilst seated. Looked very strange.
Much like her mother, Cass is a TERRIBLE pregnant Sim.
Cass: Urgh... I'm STARVING here!
Well Cass, there IS food in the fridge.
Cass: Well it needs to get out of there and into my mouth, like, right now!
Wow, how very kind of you infobox!
Since when is a C+ terrible anyway!?
Susan: Even that box hates me, and I'm SICK of people pushing me around! Bring it on!
Beatrix: Huh... I was planning on kicking your ass again. Thanks for saving me the trouble of looking for you
Intervention, in a house full of mean sims? Surely you jest!
Susan: Ooowwwie...
Beatrix: You're the best Sis, with you, I don't even need a punching bag. Well, not a traditional one anyway.
Schoolfriend: Exemplary ownage there, I must say, good show. *shakes hand*
Pop!
Lola: These drumsticks... the possibilities! *maxes out creativity*
Damn but those drums are popular.
Lola goes and celebrates her newfound abilties by... getting fat.
Lola: Whoa! ...Aw dang it.
Susan: OHGODSOMEBO- *tackled*
David: Could you two keep it down? I'm trying to study here...
Susan: Who's the punching bag NOW!?
Wow, now THAT is a turn up for the books.
STOP.
LABOURTIME.
...
Nah, I won't leave you with a cliffy.
Annnnd it's a boy, Rao. Alien skin and eyes, and Cass's hair.
Next Time: More sads and fail, possible end to the gen (I'm not sure, haven't played to update-completion yet)
Torch-Holders (founders/heirs): 2
Family Members: 13
Perma-Plat Sims/LTWs achieved: 2/2
Shrink Visits: 3
Fires: 4
Self-Wettings: 6
Pass-Outs: 15
Fights: 20
Genie Lamps Received: 1
Alien Abductions: 1
Deaths: 1
Thanks for reading. Till next time!
