The Bookrats - 2.3
This is an ISBI Legacy.
Real men wear kilts!
Sophie turned out to be an avid sports watcher, much to my horror.
The baby will never go hungry. Everyone in the entire house is all about feeding the freakin' baby.
Why are you handing the baby over to the guy who can't remember how a toilet works?
Steven: It dislikes me.
Yeah. Still no luck with babies there.
This nanny scares me. A lot.
Well, this is a good start. Baby abandoned on the cold tile in front of the refrigerator.
Sophie, I know you’re hungry but what if you actually made something instead of eating a rotting, fly swamped salad?
Don't come complaining to me. I warned you.
All. About. Feeding. The. Baby.
Matilda will get a good figure or die trying! And the way she's going she just might.
Oh no, police officer, we're not neglecting the baby. Not at all. He was just a friend Sophie brought home, though.
THERE IS A TOILET RIGHT BEHIND YOU!
Your own bloody fault.
Matilda: Gee, I pissed myself and now I smell funny. I wonder how that happened.
Morrolan is luckily still himself.
Who said anything about growing old with dignity in this house?
Birthday time!
I blame those lips on her mother but other than that she looks pretty much like her father.
Yes, go ahead and give the glowing bottle with nuclear waste to the baby. I'm sure that'll make her grow.
I introduce Allegra, the radioactive toddler!
She's actually kinda growing on me. Like fungus.
Don't get too attached to him! He's with one foot in the grave already.
And this is the point where social services should come in >.>
She definitely got her father's eye shape. Yay!
I'm half tempted to keep him dressed like this.
Matilda: What do you want? I can't understand you!
Allegra: Up!
Morrolan does love his little family.
It breaks your heart, it does.
And talking about heartbreak.
Death: COWER, BRIEF MORTAL YOUR TIME HAS COME
I always kind of imagine him as Discworld Death.
Steven: No, no, see, it's supposed to go like this.
Death: IT DOES NOT.
Steven: Damn it.
Death: NOW GO.
Poor Morrolan was heart broken.
But I built them a nice, small cemetery on the lot.
Three hours later.
Morrolan: Daddyyyyyyyy.
Matilda: Oh wait, my husband died a few hours ago. Maybe I should cry. Or something.
Marker: Here lies Steven Bookrats. He pissed his pants. A lot.
Matilda: He was a good, useless husband.
At least their appetite didn't suffer.
This girl is a genius. She got potty trained in one go, without the glow-in-the-dark milk.
She just has a bit of a temper.
A rare moment of Sophie being useful had to be captured for prosperity.
I have decided that Allegra is now cute.
Plus, it's time for her to grow up.
*Boogaloo*
*cheek squish* The cute! The cute!
She did get her dad's nose, at least in part because she lacks her mother's odd bridge.
Allegra got a new hairdo to fit her self-picked day outfit.
Hey, hey, guess what? More babies!
This is why we can't have nice things.
*baby pop #1*
Hey Allegra, where are you going?
To her death! I don't know what's more worrisome. The fact that the cemetery has been elected as the new playground, or that Matilda is swinging her grandchild around so close to a fence with sharp and pointy bits. Survival instincts, they have none.
Matilda, I knew he liked snowman, but wouldn't you rather make it outside of the cemetery?
NOT YOUR BED.
This is a place of the dead, not your sparkly winter wonderland.
Apparently she didn't hear me.
Red hands instead of eating makes so much sense.
At least when that is served.
Allegra: Dad, is salmon supposed to be that crunchy?
Morrolan: ... yes.
Morrolan is supplying the neighbourhood with some, erm, special herbs.
Finally! Someone found her own bed.
And shows actual interest in her dollhouse.
One of the household appliances broke down and resulted in some fine fireworks.
Morrolan: St-t-t-top the ride! I wanna get off it!
Morrolan: Ooo... I don't feel so good.
Thinking that it couldn't happen again, I had him try again and, well, you can see the results.
Morrolan: How about I call someone?
Sounds like the best plan you had all day.
He needed a drink after that one.
Who ya gonna call?
Handymen!
I don't even want to know why she was there when she popped again.
Doing what all uncontrollable sim mothers have done for centuries: faceplant into the grilled cheese sandwich.
She's so embarrassed by missing the toilet she's trying to melt into the wall.
Yes Steven, you're very dead.
Yay ghost!
He actually changed outfits upon entering the house.
Steven: Whooo! Bed!
Cheering ghosts make the creepiest sounds.
And for the rest of the night he just kind of wandered.
Please tell me you're not turning into your aunt.
And talking about that aunt. She doesn't take too kindly to being spied on.
And Sophie doesn't take too kindly to being shoved.
Sophie: Ayeeeeee!
Matilda's immediate response was to chug down a bottle from the bar.
And Generation 3's second baby has arrived.
Another girl, named Mina (Dracula), with her daddy's eyes, mother's hair and I really don't know where that skin came from.
Allegra: What? No A+ on my first day?
Morrolan meets his second daughter for the first time.
One of Steven's old friends came in and started picking a fight with Sophie.
Sophie doesn't let anyone mess with her.
Sophie: That's right! And who’s next? Do you wanna go next? Well, do ya?!
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Generation 1: 1.0 - 1.1 - 1.2 - 1.3
Generation 2: 2.0 - 2.1 - 2.2
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