Let’s Play The Name Game! - 2.1
What the heck, Thai. What is with your chapter updates? Nobody even knows. Who needs an updating schedule anyway?
Welcome to the first chapter of Generation 2. In this chapter… we explore Egypt, frankly. Literally nothing important happens, but there IS spare updates! Next chapter, lil Huxley’ll meet the fille of his dreams (HINTHINT), and we start on the next generation~
Seriously. Skip this chapter if you don’t care. I don’t even know why I spent time editing the pictures.
I just wanted to play with WA.
LETTERS COVERED: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Welcome to Egypt! We get to do things here!
Huxley: “That was the quickest plane ride ever.”
How would you know? It was your first time on a plane.
Huxley: “Okay, so maybe falling unconscious part way through sped it up a little.”
I’m more concerned that you got no help, really.
Huxley: “No, no, I specifically said if I faint, just stick me in the corner. It’ll speed up the flight.”
Of course.
Adventure!? Adventure!
Bet you’re thankful for your mum’s forced strength training now.
Huxley: “Don’t even talk to me. I’m pushing statues.”
This just reminds me of going to family reunions and being inflicted on a series of holiday photos. I’m so sorry.
Huxley’s excavations around various areas of Egypt turned up a whole lot of junk, but he got a snake charming kit for free!
Go on, Hux, play that flute to seduce that snake harder than you’ve ever played a flute with intention to seduce a legless reptile. I believe in you.
Huxley: “Thank you for that motivation. I’m so motivated right now. God.”
How are you speaking with the flute in your mouth?
Huxley: “How are you speaking when you have no mouth?”
Touché.
HUXLEY NAME: TOMB RAIDER.
HUXLEY NAME: TOMB RAID… er?
Huxley: “I’m tired. I want to sleep.”
Er.
Huxley: “I’ll raid tombs in the morning.”
HUXLEY NAME: NEWLY REFRESHED TOMB RAIDER
Huxley: “Damn that was a cozy tent. I liked that tent. I need a tent, voice.”
…I’ll think about it.
That is not tomb raiding.
Huxley & Friend: “I’m not a model, I swear, the camera just turned on by itself.”
HUXLEY NAME: TOMB RAIDER.
GOSH. DARN. TOMB. RAIDER.
Huxley: “You are far more excited about this than I am.”
DAMN STRAIGHT.
Straight up sarcophagi shit. Stick your hand in. Do it.
Huxley: “Man this is deep. I need an excavation tea-“
Tea: “Did someone say Tea?!”
No. Why are you even here Tea. This is Hux’s chapter.
Tea: “You’re Tearrible to me.”
Don’t even try me on name puns, son.
Tea: “I’m a girl.”
So’s your mother.
Tea: “Yeah.”
Damn it.
Huxley: “I think I found Narnia.”
I think we got ancient coins from this sarcophagian endeavour.
More coins.
Boom. Time skip.
Huxley: “Why is there a photo of the Egyptian pyramids in a tomb in the Egyptian pyramids?”
I stopped questioning weird decor options a long time ago.
Huxley: “Ladies.”
Just like his old man. :’)
So…
Huxley: “I found a button. The button opened a door in the wall, which is great and all, right? Apart from the fact that I could access the other side of the wall door without any of this.”
*snickering*
Huxley: “And now I’m all wet. *grumbles*”
*snickers quietly*
Huxley: “This is stupid. I want to go home.”
HUXLEY NAME: TOMB RAIDER.
Huxley: “Please stop.”
TOMB. RAIDER.
Huxley: “Hmph. Just this once.”
Oh look a burial room right at the end of the totally accessible corridor.
Huxley: “If I just fill up my action queue, he can’t touch me.”
Huxley: “La da di da.”
Mummy: “LA DA DI DA.”
Mummy: “Man you gotta mop up your mess. I mean, I’m chill with you plundering my centuries old treasures and stuff but damn you leave a mess.”
Huxley: “You’re buried in a tomb for years, and you care about puddles on your floor?”
Mummy: “I care very much about the state of my home. What would the neighbours think? Merneith I in the next Pyramid over is bringing her husband over tonight for dinner today!”
Mummy: “Dirtying my floors. Hmph.”
Mummy: “And clean up once you’re done being unconscious.”
Maeve: “Bet you wish you’d paid more attention to my work outs now, eh?”
You are literally on a different continent. How.
Maeve: “A mother always knows.”
Sigh.
Huxley: “I hate adventure.”
Dammit, Hux.
Look how pretty these pictures are!
Huxley: “Adventure.”
Huxley: “Oh great, fiery death.”
You will adventure and you will damn well enjoy it this is the first Sim I’ve ever played WA with and I refuse to let it be spoilt by your bad attitude.
Huxley: “Sweet plumbob, who are you - my father?”
…
No?
What do you mean it’s time to go home!?
Huxley: “Hah!”
Hmph.
Grumbling.
Huxley: “I am so happy to be home.”
You’re still going to go to France, you realise. Meet some like, attractive French wife. Bring about generation 3.
Huxley: “Dammit.”
Okay, spare updates!
Moving swiftly onwards, lookit these guys! Cuties.
Twinkle: “Oh, Dylan, I love how you plot evil with me.”
Dylan: “Oh, you really are the twinkle in my rye.”
Twinkle: “Don’t you mean eye, darling?”
Dylan: “Nah, you make me rise like bread.”
WELL OKAY THEN.
Aw look at this cute little house. With it’s trees. And lighting. It’s so cute.
Right, now that that’s over, let’s move on to the next spare house.
Ooh, who’s in this cute house? (And by cute I mean ghastly and in desperate need of a makeover.
Aslan! Hi there honeybun!
Aslan: “I am tired, I have just woken up.”
It is 4pm, why are you just waking up now?
Aslan: “Make a guess.”
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Aw, carry on being adorable Aslan. I’ll properly run your internet lover challenge one day. <3
Wait a second.
Wait a second.
LOOK AT THIS DAMN HOUSE. WHO OWNS THIS HOUSE.
Impy: “I am very worried about this fireplace, it is very near to this carpet, of embroidery, pattern, lace…”
Impy, please.
What a house though. Okay, so he shares it with the other triplets, but damn.
Speaking of, where are they?
Impy: “I have no clue. How about you?”
Impy, shut up.
Impy: “Is getting a tad old, isn’t it?”
Maybe just.
Inge!
Inge: “Go away. Focusing.”
But Inge!
Inge: “Still focusing.”
Well fine, I’ll just find Ivy.
Iiiiiiv-
Ivy: “Not a chance.”
At least Impy talked to me.
Ivy: “Focusing.”
Can we please take a moment to appreciate how pretty Ivy is? I think she’s incredibly pretty.
Ivy: “Thanks, voice. Now please leave.”
Let me just admire your houndstooth.
…Right, back to Hux.
In the meantime, look what happened due to story prog!
…And I’m totally against it, since I made Marianne myself solely to populate the neighbourhood later. Sorry hun. Also, I already have plans.
When I popped over to Hux, he was on a date in the swimming pool. That was swiftly ruined.
Huxley: “Why can’t I have any fun?”
Because I’m a micromanaging ass, but trust me, the new girl? Totally your thing. Marianne? Not so much.
Huxley: “Who is she?”
French.
Huxley: “Helpful.”
Oh dear.
Hux: “Blame the voice, not me!”
Marianne: “You’re as mad as your sister!”
Hux: “Oi! My sister’s only a little bit mad!”
Hux: “Sorry… can we at least be friends?”
Mithrilen Fellow: “Awkwaaard.”
Turns out they’re great as friends. That’s good. I didn’t totally ruin anything.
HUXLEY NAME: SWIMWEAR MODEL
Hux: “Better than tomb raider.”
You’re still going to go to France.
Hux: “Dammit.”
Hey look! One of the Spares I don’t care about!
Hux: “Niiice.”
Alex: “Niiice.”
I’m not sure why I took half these photos, but look, Hans is camouflaged!
Lil cutie fiery ball of death <3
Huxley is revolutionising the new painting technique “Backwards Contortionist Tango”.
Huxley: “Apparently, it can just take one to tango.”
Sigh.
Hux: “Tea! Dance with me!”
Tea: “No, that is sheer fantastea, I cannot.”
Hux: “Oh. Well fine then, I’ll dance on my own.”
Hey, hey, so the last few days have been boring as heck. Go on. Tell me you’re not feeling the itch for French adventure. Go on.
Hux: “…”
Go on, son.
Hux: “I’m only doing it for the nectar.”
HUZZAH! Order the next trip go go go.
Malicious successful laughter.
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Thank you for reading! I’m so sorry this took so damn long. I’