Kettle Legacy 1.0
Featuring Sims by: xie_belle jesstheex stakeit_uk sixamsims
After my exams ended, I loaded up my game and started playing the Dezayas', as they were basically the only family I still played. I say play, but actually it was more of continuously scheming, plotting, posing, etc. I was hardly playing the game anymore, and I had forgotten what a legacy should really be.
I searched modthesims, and I came across PlasticBox's starter houses. And fell in love with them. I downloaded about all of his/her houses, give or take a few, and built a new neighborhood filled with only those houses. And it looks so cute:
Right?!
I originally never thought I would join pixel_trade, because my downloads folder is the neatest thing you've ever seen, and I didn't want stray CC around that came with those Sims. But since I was really pissed off because I failed my driver's test because of a ridiculously stupid reason, I went ahead and downloaded a few Simmies anyway.
I will stop babbling now, and introduce to you, THE KETTLE LEGACY. Because it was the first name that popped into my head. And it sounds rather neat, doesn't it?
I have played too many legacies to still be remotely amused by lawn living, so I gave her this adorable little shack by plasticbox over at modthesims. I familyfunded her to $500.
Without further ado; here she is! My foundress, Miya Kettle.
In all modesty I will say that she is by far the cutest Sim I've ever ~created. This isn't the greatest picture of her.
Miya: Oh well hi there, ~wink. Care to join me for some legacy fun?
Miya, don't even say that. Everything about that sentence is wrong. Miya Kettle is, as you can see, a Romance Sim. Because I love Romance Sims. And I usually fail at playing them.
A tour, for those of you who like that sort of thing.
The bedroom.
The kitchen / livingroom. And, eh, that's about it.
Miya: Paper boy! What's crackalackin'?
You just moved here. Don't scare away the few individuals you share the town with.
Miya: Oh hush, you. High five, girlfriend! Like we've been friends forever, eh, paper boy?
Derek: Actually, it's Derek.
Miya: Hahaha, you crack me up.
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All play and no work makes Miya a- How does that go again? Ah anyway, job time.
Miya: My God! A present? For me? You shouldn't have!
More job options! :D
What'cha doin' there, Miya?
Miya: Playin' SSX.
You need the money, schookums. We're selling it.
Miya: Oh poop.
Miya: So, you letting me into your little 'garden club', girlfriend?
Garden Club Lady: Let me just consult with the Garden Club Gang. And I am not your girlfriend.
Miya: ~doesn't care.
Garden Club Lady: My God! What a FLOWER BED! So perfectly watered, and cared for, and ah- I can hardly take it!
Miya: ~still doesn't care. So can I join?
Garden Club Lady: Nah.
Miya: What? WELL YOUR GARDEN ISN'T SO NICE EITHER! Your grass is .. Brown! YES, BROWN. I SAID IT.
Garden Club Lady: ~fades away.
Miya: Oh poop.
Around this time I realized Miya might need someone more her type, so off she goes downtown.
Where she meets the lovely Serena by stakeit_uk .
Whose glasses go all funky when she's not interacting with Miya. Something must have gone wrong in the downloading process there. I am new at this.
Serena: ~cooler than you.
Attempt #2: Flannery by jesstheex . Two bolts, get in there, Miya!
What are you doing over there all on your lonesome?
Miya: Noooothin'. ~munch munch.
Don't think I don't see you spying on Flan over there!
But wait! THREE BOLTS?! I have had three bolters maybe TWICE in my game before. Gah, this was bound to happen just when I decided to have a pixel_trade legacy. Poop.
Miya just got home, but sure thing, bub.
Grant Welsh: I don't really like dancing all that much, Miya.
Miya: Too bad, because I am an expert at dancing. You can just call me-
Miya: Lord of the dance.
Miya: ~giggle giggle. Check her out, how embarassing. ~giggle.
Grant: Oh yeh, ha ha, how pathetic. ~giggle.
Sucking up to Miya won't make her like you, Grant. In fact, nothing will. You might as well go home.
But not before we check out this stunning bartender! Why couldn't I have townies like this in any of my million regular legacies?
Eh, Miya? What are you doing?
Miya: Gonna get me some lovin'. Right, bub?
I don't know why she is all blurred out right now. Hm.
Jost (sixamsims ): Eeeeeh, no thanks, lady.
Yeh, like you weren't down to your underwear yourself there.
Miya: ~rejected.
Notice poor Grant in the background there.
Miya: Dear Diary. I am bored out of my mind. My ~creator won't get me a tv.
There's no money, you idiot.
Miya: Not even a chess board. Or even a teddy would do. But oh no, poor Miya has to be stuck in this shack with nothing but a book case. What she think I'm gonna do? Study? Please.
Sure, liar.
WHERE'S YOUR PSYCHIC ADVISOR NOW, HUH?
Miya: I am so damn BORED. ~grumble grumble.
Always with the complaining.
Not wasting too much time there. I can't help it. THREE BOLTS! This NEVER happens to me.
Miya: Oh yes, because we totally talked for more than five minutes there. Not. You pathetic little twat.
He says you're cool and you call him a pahetic little twat?
Miya: See for yourself.
Miya: So once, there was this football, right?
Man From Work: Right.
Miya: And he couldn't solve the math problem! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Isn't that FUNNY?!
Man From Work: HA HA HA HA HA HA. Miya, you crack me up, you! You are so funny and cool and-
Okay, point taken.
Thank God you're not too picky. So that's lover #2. Only eighteen more to go.
Miya: Now when you say it, Flan, that's a whole 'nother story.
Miya: ~wink.
Three down.
It's time for some decision making, Miya. I could be lenient and decide this is not pixel_trade after all, and let you marry the mean old witch, or you can pick Flannery.
Miya: So many women, so little time. I get it. Who can resist a face like this, right?
...
Miya: Right?
Miya: Hold that thought! I spy through my kitchen window, a blond beauty strolling across my lawn!
It is none other than Darinka by xie_belle , with a little make over. She is so pretty.
Two seconds later.
Oh ACR, how I love thee. Sometimes.
Miya: I have made my decision.
What's the verdict?
Flan! I was rooting for you! You lucky, lucky gal.
They are quite adorable though, I must admit.
That's not embarassing at all.
Miya: Oh hush, you. Flan likes it.
Random Stranger: Oh, don't mind me, miss.
Miya: Psh, pervert.
Because being naked in a restaurant is perfectly acceptable.
Miya: Oh poop.
Since neither of them had the fear at that time, Miya popped the question. About time, too, we need the money for the future child.
Celebratory snowball fight.
That's Flan for ya! And with this, I leave you.
Until next time! :D
Miya: You like what you see, Mr Mop? You want some of this?