The Riddell Legacy II - 1.0
A bit of explaining is necessary here. When my computer was getting fixed, they had to back up all the data, as the hard drive was getting wiped. Obviously this meant I had to reinstall everything. When I got around to reinstalling the Sims, I found that, even with the 'EA Games' folder replaced with the back up, I couldn't get into ANY of my neighbourhoods, meaning I lost the Legacy. Fortunately, I was at the end of the generation already, so I made the best approximation I could of the heir, and went from there.
Warnings: Language? I don't know, this one's pretty tame.
So, here's our founder heir, Charley Riddell, in front of ye olde legacy shacke.
I tried to make a close an approximation of her as possible (mostly talking lookswise) and I don't think I did too bad a job (Lookswise I mean - stats, aspiration and the like aren't exactly difficult)
Here's the terribly exciting interior of the shack. Bedroom through the left door, bathroom on the right.
...I still need to learn how to decorate.
Much like her (sort of) grandmother before her, Charley is terrified by the contents of her bookshelf.
Charley: ... 8O ... Who'd write that!?
Mr. Humble: The new one came out like six months ago and I'm STILL having to drop off these fucking computers!? I call bullshit.
First meal negotiated successfully!
Y'know, that I'm so pleased about this speaks volumes.
Oh come on! she's barely been on the lot three hours!
I see this is a *nice* neighbourhood.
The failwagon rolls in, consisting of a playable, a chick with identical genetics to Charley, and a fug haired egg hater.
FHEH: No, I absolutely REFUSE to make any egg related innuendos! I'm too good for that shit! ):<
Grim: God GOD she's hideous! *hurk!*
Hey! Screw you Grim! Just because you're playable doesn't mean I won't hurt you!
Grim: But she's FUG!
Falling victim to a spontaneous makeover at the hands of my Sim Blender, FHEH scrubs up surprisingly well.
Charley: Ew... *shudders*
But Charley disapproves (plus black hair, big minus) so it's off downtown.
SPOUSE HUNT: COMMENCE!
First stop, the good old fashioned Crypt O Night club.
I can barely make houses, damn if I'm going to try building community lots too.
Charley: Raise your hands people!
Charley lays an immediate claim to the DJ booth and sets about rocking the place.
Unfortunately, there are pretty much no guys to be found here, just badly dancing women.
So onward!
Next stop is P.U.R.E
I have to say, when i saw the flame vents, I totally thought there was a fire :/
Charley: *casually roasts marshmallow in giant jet of flames*
I'm not even sure she thinks this is a good idea.
Inside, there are ~hell yes~ men, but Charley immediately sets about making things difficult.
Charley: The barman? Your choice disgusts me.
Charley: *hurk*
(This one was practically desperation)
Charley: How hideous! C:
She was just doing it on purpose by this point, look, she's even smiling!
Random pervert: Hey, you're hawt! *checks out rack*
Charley: Um... excuse me?
Charley wasn't particularly fond of her 'admirer' either (shame, she had nice genetics), so we postponed the spouse hunt for some general fun.
Meaning Charley jacked the DJ booth. Again.
Charley: WHOO THIS IS AWESOME! *slammed into wall*
She gained a ridiculous amount of fun for this. I'm not sure what that says about her.
Our last stop for the day: The hedge maze.
Well, if nothing else, we'll have torch holder pictures to bring home.
Charley: My hottie senses are tingling!
Since he managed this through a wall and several hedges, he HAD to be worth checking out.
Charley: So then the legacy was all like 'wooooo!' and had to be resurrected.
Mikail: Hmph. I don't believe in ghosts. -_-
Anyway, before leaving, Charley makes it clear that here's one she DOES like.
...Something diminished by the fact he calls her the second she gets home.
Creepy much?
Random high five greeting!
There's nothing at all odd about high fiving somebody you've never met in the street, nope.
Paper planes, Charley?
Charley: I'm trying to figure out it it'd fly with a bomb strapped to it...
...Your (sorta) father taught you well I see.
Lilliard: Whoo! You go! Yeah!
Lilliard is a little too excited by his soaps.
Charley: Whoa, check out that sexy lady. *does so*
Hey! We just established staring at boobs is rude, Charley!
Lilliard: *walks back into the room* Hey, what's going on here? I thought I heard a tinkling sound...
Charley: *is crushing* What? No, nothing at all (plus)
Cute townie (Sabina): OH absolutely, no flirting going on here. (plus)
Lilliard: Hey baby, why don't you... take a dive into the Lilliard of love?
Charley: *shudders* FRIENDS would be pushing it!
Charley & Sabina: *whisper whisper* Lilliard *giggle* *whisper*
Lilliard: Heeey... I don't like being excluded! :(
He was promptly told to GTFO and stop interfering with 'proceedings'
Welp, that just about settles it!
Charley: *noms face*
And this REALLY settles it.
Sabina: Are we supposed to do this on a first date?
Charley: Do you really care?
Sabina: Point.
Charley decides on love at the last minutes. Better late than never I guess.
Aw....
Afterward, Sabina makes it clear JUST how much she enjoyed that date.
Just before bed, Charley nabs a job in her LTW career track. Yusss...
I never realised the dream date bouquets had soppy lame poetry before! How cute.
Mikail and the town slob (who Charley also met yesterday) are invited around for friendship building time!
It's boring, but hey, Charley's a popularity sim. Needs must (like 3/4 of her wants slots at this point were 'Make best friends with x').
Charley: *greets townie* *+ 1,000 for meeting new person*
Random walkby: ...I feel used.
Charley: Hey!... Wait, I don't know you, why the heck are you calling?
Mikail: *googles harps for some reason*
Rule 34 ?
Charley: And then he-
Peeping Tom: *is creepy*
Charley sure likes spreading rumours about Lilliard.
Mikail: Oh yeah... you scrub that toilet *checks out ass*
Mikail we've already found a much better prospect for spouse than you, get lost.
Mikail: Wait, did somebody just talk to m- HOLY SHIT WHO THE HELL IS THAT!? 8O
Used townie: You know, it's funny how we met you like, today, and we're already eating at your house.
Charley: Your overly analytical statement offends me.
Anyway, the car pool turned up and it was time to go.
Today, drive through clerk, tomorrow the WORL- erm, celebrity chef!
Hell yes. Instawin!
Sabina is invited over and uh... 'greeted' enthusiastically.
Sabina: *jacks the computer for poker*
Incidentally, I love how shy Sims react to compliments. It's so cute!
The cuteness of this 'moving in' pic is ruined entirely by the presence of stupid in the background.
Coworker: I can't sit down! This CHAIR is in the way!
OMG win!
I love you even more Sabina!
...I love you less.
I swear, if we get another Julius on our hands...
[/gratuitous shower spam]
Presently...
Sabina: *squees* That rock is HUGE!
Sabina: Oh shit, what did I just agree to?
Charley wanted a wedding party, but given I'd spent most of their money on extensions and new stuff, they had to settle for a shotgun wedding. Sorry Charl.
Sabina: WhatamIdoing whatamIdoing WHATAMIDOING!?
Post marital woohoo = double chimes!
My same-sex pregnancy hack has gone awol, I had to use the Sim Blender again.
Well, she's DREAMING of cards, but her location suggests she meant something else by 'games activity'
Sabina: Crap, where should I move!?
Ah, chess based distress when playing against yourself, such fun.
Damn, the place is ALREADY going to pot.
Random townie: So... you two... you're not exactly straight, are you?
Sabina: Shut up and play the game.
Sabina: *hurkblargh!*
Man, throwing up on the back of your OWN head takes some doing.
Simultaneously, Charley is handling the same thing with rather more dignity.
Hobby guy: Hey, welcome to our club! Wait a second ... Is that... vomit?
It never fails to amuse me how these people just wander into the houses.
Charley: o_o ... Whut.
Sabina's off to work (she's an All-Star, ftw)
Holy crap! What in the hell happened to her poor coworkers!?
Charley just can't get enough of badmouthing Lilliard to anybody who'll listen.
Badly dressed townie: Hey look, uh, a mirror!
Charley: What? What?
BDT: Heheheh...
Charley: I can SEE that you moron. Y'know, in the MIRROR?
BDT: Aw nuts.
(this game was hilarious, they both tried to cheat like five times)
Pop!
Pop!
Sabina: This is totally Charley's fault.
And that'll do it!
I'm going to reset the stats, much like I reset the numbering, otherwise things will just be odd.
Legacy stats:
Torch holders (founders/heirs): 1
Family members: 2
Thanks for reading!
