Round Robin X: Generation 2.1
Gen One by verocchio: 1.1 - 1.2 - 1.3 - 1.4 - 1.5
Howdy Doody. Meet Jay, the victor of generation one! This is the little concrete box she calls home.
She's a Knowledge/Fambly sim with the following traits: 6/3/6/4/6
Formal wear and underwear gives her the vapors, but swimwear is a no go. This is pretty effin' weird if you ask me, because swimsuits are basically waterproof underooos anyway.
Her dream in life is to be a Prestidigitator. I had to look that shit up. Seriously, I've been playing this game for years and I've never known what the fooplah that shit was. All of my sims are Hands of Poseidon. Poseidon has like, eleventy billion hands, which makes sense because most of my sims live in the desert?
Putter.
Putter.
Putter.
Some visitors have come to welcome you to the neighborhood!
INDEEDY-DOO
Jay: Srsly can we get another movie with Michael Fassbender and Viggo Mortensen? Like, ASAP? Keira Knightley totally ruined the last one. Stupidest portrayal of mental illness in the history of ever
Suddenly, studmuffin Matthew by alleliua comes waltzing into town.
There were ~butterflies~
Jay and Matthew: Oh look how adorable we are! Love at first sight! Ho ho ho ho! <3 <3 <3
Meanwhile...
...Leslie the "infallibly good" witch smacks the living shit out of her brother.
Girl? Who do you think you're fooling?
BURNT MAC N CHEEZIES. I have a theory that this is actually a fucking house warming ritual for sims.
1 of a million pictures I have in my screencap folder featuring a sim getting into bed. This number is only surpassed by pictures of my sims standing next to fridges.
The next day, Matthew invited Jay on a date downtown. I'm not sure if this has ever happened before in my game.
Or maybe it has happened and I denied the request because, "lol, this is unexpected and hunger motives are low, therefore NO". This is basically how I determine whether or not to leave the house in real life as well. D:
Onyx(by verocchio): I'm just gonna pull this here glass of alky-hall through your chest cavity. Don't mind me.
Matthew: Oh! By all means!
Onyx: NO. Just NO. That old guy gets all the tail in the world as it is.
Infallibly good witch >:|
Matthew and Jay practically flew to the photo booth.
Carl: Gee Whiz! Those bar pretzels were tasty.
Sam loses. No one is surprised.
A sim's concept of intimacy: forever a mystery
Sweater vest fellow: *mouthebreathes some more*
Like all good first dates, this one ended promptly with a move-in.
Jay: Helloooo to you too Matthew $_$
Matthew is a CEO, a fambly sim, and a neatfreak. I neglected to take a shot of his stats.
I did manage to take a shot of him next to a fridge, because my "sims-standing-by-fridges" obsession is way more important than stats..
Kindly take off your shoes before making babbies kthanx.
Sim vomit is infinitely more agile than human vomit.
I'm really pleased you had a nice date, Matthew. There's really no need to don a crown of thorns.
Virgos > Everything
Pregnancy cereal bowl binge party!
Now, enjoy this series of ~*artful*~ portraits in the desert
"Oddysseus (by Alleliua) examining his hand"
"Josefina (by Pyxis) silently cursing her maxis buns"
"Arianrhod (by Alexei Queen of changing stuff) just being fabulous"
I agree, Jay. A person who makes you pasta is the perfect kind of person (unless you have gluten issues, I suppose).
Jay: Oh yeah! My lumps are awwwwesome.
Jay: OhmygodNO. My lumps are decidedly NOT awesome.
This is Molly. She's named after Molly Bloom from Joyce's Ulysses.
Molly: This is mah boob.
I thought there might be a lull before the next little one came along, but these two seem to be striving for maximum efficiency as far as the whole legacy thing goes.