DITFT: Money, my dear boy.
Guess who played her DITFT all afternoon and has therefore gathered enough pictures for an update? These intentionally-short chapters are working out pretty well for me. But onward!
Believe it or not, Gabriel has a reason to look all smug like that.
In the last edition of my DITFT, the challenge began with Ameera Talbot, former modeling competition entrant. The goals of the founding generation revolve around plant life, and Ameera began humbly with a small garden plot. She married Gabriel Green, and both of them aren't the smartest Sims I'd ever had. I mean, not even Mimi Granger set a fire making a freaking hamburger. Ameera is now heavily pregnant with the first child of the challenge, as pictured above.
I love this picture. Ameera just looks so cheerful as she goes off to tend her plants.
Let me explain to you what is occurring in this picture.
It is the middle of the night and Gabriel is at work, striving to be the best slacker he can be. Outside, there is a thunderstorm. Lightning keeps hitting the orchard tree and scaring the shit out of me. And in the midst of it all, Ameera is in labor. It was a dark and stormy night--
But everything went well, despite the above monkey wrenches tossed into the process. It's a boy. Since the next generation's theme is business-centric, I will be naming the babies after famous businesspeople. So here we have little Bill, named for Bill Gates, because I am writing this on a PC.
But Ameera has her priorities straight. Baby in crib, mom outside pulling weeds. Yep.
The Talbots are ridiculously poor right now; they've got a little less than 4k in the bank. WHY IS THIS SO DIFFICULT
Gabriel, for his part, was extremely excited about Bill's birth and immediately spun up the want to learn the Parenting skill. So I decided to set his secondary aspiration to Family.
Ameera's a good mom, and Bill is a relatively stress-free baby. So it's all good.
Ameera: Hey, Gabe? Gabe. Gabe, I heard the lullabye again.
I think the effort got to him, Meer.
BREAKING NEWS: GABRIEL IS A DUMBASS. Honestly, dude, it's macaroni and cheese. Children can make macaroni and cheese from the box.
Also, guys, next time could you put on proper clothes before preparing food? Thanks.
Hey, cool! Maybe next time, you can sense when the food is telling you it's ready!
I'm pretty sure this is the next day. Bill's got a little brother or sister on the way!
...sometimes, I kind of suck at this game.
Gabriel, how many times do I have to tell you to put on a shirt in the areas where we prepare food?
Anyway, it's Bill's birthday. Let's see how he looks, shall we?
Well.
I'm not going to lie; he's kind of funky-looking. He's got Gabriel's weird eyes, which really don't complement anyone. But I am confident he will grow into his face appropriately.
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS.
Did someone inflict a minor curse on me at some point? Did they deem that all first born children in the first generation of any Legacy of mine were to have no more than two nice points? WHY
Gabriel: He looks so much like me!
Unfortunately.
Gabriel: Huh?
Stop breaking the fourth wall!
Yeah, he'll totally grow into it. I believe in you, Bill!
The instant I took this picture, I knew I wanted it as the cover. I just knew.
I often wonder who on the EAxis team was assigned to writing all this text on the chance cards. Usually when I wonder this, I also wonder who sprinkled crack into their oatmeal the morning they wrote these things, because they are just weird.
Hmm, tragic clowns or fluffy bunnies on a stealth mission?
WOAH.
WOAH.
WOAH.
LOOK AT ALL THIS MONEY. LOOK AT IT. IT IS FIVE DIGITS. THAT'S LIKE, MORE THAN FOUR DIGITS. OH MY GOD.
THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS RIGHT NOW. THIS IS $MADCHEDDA$. THIS IS LEGIT.
IT IS LIKE, ALMOST SIX DIGITS. FROM A CHANCE CARD. ABOUT VIDEO REELS OF BUNNY RABBITS.
OH MY GOD. WE ARE EXPANDING THE HOUSE. WE ARE EXPANDING THE GARDEN. WE ARE GOING TO BATHE IN DOLLAR BILLS.
You know that's an expensive bed. You wanna know why? BECAUSE WE HAVE MONEY NOW. THAT'S WHY.
Also the bedroom got new wallpaper.
So here is the renovated house. The nursery got added onto. I build a bedroom for the kids. We bought orchard trees, one of every variety. We upgraded beds, chairs, and couches. We got paintings. And once that little tomato plant is harvested, the garden will be moved further down so the house is open for more expansion.
At some point there's going to be a second floor, but not right now. And we still have a load of MONEY. WHICH I AM EXCITED ABOUT.
And here, Bill is awakening from his nap into the lap of luxury. Aww yeah.
Ameera-harvesting-fruit-spam!
The tomatoes were bland, too. Whatever, I'll just sell them and add yet more money to the ~family coffers.~
Oh my God, FINALLY. I was beginning to think she'd never get a badge.
Ameera: A...a badge? For me? Oh, I'm so overwhelmed, I could just...just...BAWWWWWW
She'd like to thank the Academy.
So the garden is moved and strawberries, cucumbers, and yet more tomatoes are planted as the lemon, apple, and orange trees start to grow and flourish. It's a good day.
My brother was greatly amused watching Ameera fall asleep into her salmon repeatedly. I wasn't quite as cheery about it.
Pet food delivery? There are no pets here, you n00b. Also, what is with you and chance cards? Slow down, crazy.
I like how he just decides to promote himself. But I'm cool with this, considering we lack the proper amount of family friends for him to get promoted sans chance card.
One evening, Ameera was teaching her slightly bug-eyed son how to walk. It was a quiet, tranquil evening, and Ameera, ever the Knowledge Sim, was happy to be teaching her son the most basic of skills.
And then this happened.
Bill: I'm so out of here...
Ameera: GABRIEL GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!
Typical.
But after much ado, baby girl Vera was born! Vera's namesake is Vera Wang, the fashion lady. Or something. Honestly, I just thought the name was pretty. But I know I've seen clothes with her name on the labels at the mall.
The garden is thriving and I love it. It makes for pretty panoramic shots.
Bill finally learns to walk!
Speaking of Bill, I still don't know where I stand on his looks. I think I've grown accustomed to them, but all the same, I am feverishly hoping he grows into his face, or I will have to smite Gabriel.
Well, let's see, then. *crosses fingers*
Ha, I was totally right! He's looking way better now. I think the glasses help to obscure his still-slightly-wonky eyes. He's definitely got Ameera's nose, but I can't decide whose mouth. Might be Gabriel's.
Ah, and already he's starting to diverge from the interests of his parents.
First day of school! First day of school! First--
Wait, the driver has a fro. Pretty fly for a white guy. Or something.
Good on you, Bill! Although I never got cash prizes for school projects.
Bill brings a friend home from school, and Ameera is very, very passionate about pulling weeds.
Ameera: DIE DIE DIE--
Okay then.
I love harvest time. The oranges match the butterflies on her dress!
It's Vera's birthday! I wonder how she'll look.
Please take after Ameera, please please please...
GABRIEL. YOUR WEIRD EYES ARE STEADILY BECOMING PROBLEMATIC.
Well, I'm sure once she's all grown up she'll look cute with her tiny eyes or something.
Here's her personality. Damn, that's a lot of extremes.
And as little Vera dozes, the chapter concludes. Next time there will be more birthdays and we'll see if Bill and Vera caught the stupid from their parents. I sincerely hope not, but I hoped that the kids would look more like Ameera than Gabriel and quickly learned my hopes tend to get dashed against rocks. 'Til next time, then!
~June
Believe it or not, Gabriel has a reason to look all smug like that.
In the last edition of my DITFT, the challenge began with Ameera Talbot, former modeling competition entrant. The goals of the founding generation revolve around plant life, and Ameera began humbly with a small garden plot. She married Gabriel Green, and both of them aren't the smartest Sims I'd ever had. I mean, not even Mimi Granger set a fire making a freaking hamburger. Ameera is now heavily pregnant with the first child of the challenge, as pictured above.
I love this picture. Ameera just looks so cheerful as she goes off to tend her plants.
Let me explain to you what is occurring in this picture.
It is the middle of the night and Gabriel is at work, striving to be the best slacker he can be. Outside, there is a thunderstorm. Lightning keeps hitting the orchard tree and scaring the shit out of me. And in the midst of it all, Ameera is in labor. It was a dark and stormy night--
But everything went well, despite the above monkey wrenches tossed into the process. It's a boy. Since the next generation's theme is business-centric, I will be naming the babies after famous businesspeople. So here we have little Bill, named for Bill Gates, because I am writing this on a PC.
But Ameera has her priorities straight. Baby in crib, mom outside pulling weeds. Yep.
The Talbots are ridiculously poor right now; they've got a little less than 4k in the bank. WHY IS THIS SO DIFFICULT
Gabriel, for his part, was extremely excited about Bill's birth and immediately spun up the want to learn the Parenting skill. So I decided to set his secondary aspiration to Family.
Ameera's a good mom, and Bill is a relatively stress-free baby. So it's all good.
Ameera: Hey, Gabe? Gabe. Gabe, I heard the lullabye again.
I think the effort got to him, Meer.
BREAKING NEWS: GABRIEL IS A DUMBASS. Honestly, dude, it's macaroni and cheese. Children can make macaroni and cheese from the box.
Also, guys, next time could you put on proper clothes before preparing food? Thanks.
Hey, cool! Maybe next time, you can sense when the food is telling you it's ready!
I'm pretty sure this is the next day. Bill's got a little brother or sister on the way!
...sometimes, I kind of suck at this game.
Gabriel, how many times do I have to tell you to put on a shirt in the areas where we prepare food?
Anyway, it's Bill's birthday. Let's see how he looks, shall we?
Well.
I'm not going to lie; he's kind of funky-looking. He's got Gabriel's weird eyes, which really don't complement anyone. But I am confident he will grow into his face appropriately.
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS.
Did someone inflict a minor curse on me at some point? Did they deem that all first born children in the first generation of any Legacy of mine were to have no more than two nice points? WHY
Gabriel: He looks so much like me!
Unfortunately.
Gabriel: Huh?
Stop breaking the fourth wall!
Yeah, he'll totally grow into it. I believe in you, Bill!
The instant I took this picture, I knew I wanted it as the cover. I just knew.
I often wonder who on the EAxis team was assigned to writing all this text on the chance cards. Usually when I wonder this, I also wonder who sprinkled crack into their oatmeal the morning they wrote these things, because they are just weird.
Hmm, tragic clowns or fluffy bunnies on a stealth mission?
WOAH.
WOAH.
WOAH.
LOOK AT ALL THIS MONEY. LOOK AT IT. IT IS FIVE DIGITS. THAT'S LIKE, MORE THAN FOUR DIGITS. OH MY GOD.
THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS RIGHT NOW. THIS IS $MADCHEDDA$. THIS IS LEGIT.
IT IS LIKE, ALMOST SIX DIGITS. FROM A CHANCE CARD. ABOUT VIDEO REELS OF BUNNY RABBITS.
OH MY GOD. WE ARE EXPANDING THE HOUSE. WE ARE EXPANDING THE GARDEN. WE ARE GOING TO BATHE IN DOLLAR BILLS.
You know that's an expensive bed. You wanna know why? BECAUSE WE HAVE MONEY NOW. THAT'S WHY.
Also the bedroom got new wallpaper.
So here is the renovated house. The nursery got added onto. I build a bedroom for the kids. We bought orchard trees, one of every variety. We upgraded beds, chairs, and couches. We got paintings. And once that little tomato plant is harvested, the garden will be moved further down so the house is open for more expansion.
At some point there's going to be a second floor, but not right now. And we still have a load of MONEY. WHICH I AM EXCITED ABOUT.
And here, Bill is awakening from his nap into the lap of luxury. Aww yeah.
Ameera-harvesting-fruit-spam!
The tomatoes were bland, too. Whatever, I'll just sell them and add yet more money to the ~family coffers.~
Oh my God, FINALLY. I was beginning to think she'd never get a badge.
Ameera: A...a badge? For me? Oh, I'm so overwhelmed, I could just...just...BAWWWWWW
She'd like to thank the Academy.
So the garden is moved and strawberries, cucumbers, and yet more tomatoes are planted as the lemon, apple, and orange trees start to grow and flourish. It's a good day.
My brother was greatly amused watching Ameera fall asleep into her salmon repeatedly. I wasn't quite as cheery about it.
Pet food delivery? There are no pets here, you n00b. Also, what is with you and chance cards? Slow down, crazy.
I like how he just decides to promote himself. But I'm cool with this, considering we lack the proper amount of family friends for him to get promoted sans chance card.
One evening, Ameera was teaching her slightly bug-eyed son how to walk. It was a quiet, tranquil evening, and Ameera, ever the Knowledge Sim, was happy to be teaching her son the most basic of skills.
And then this happened.
Bill: I'm so out of here...
Ameera: GABRIEL GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!
Typical.
But after much ado, baby girl Vera was born! Vera's namesake is Vera Wang, the fashion lady. Or something. Honestly, I just thought the name was pretty. But I know I've seen clothes with her name on the labels at the mall.
The garden is thriving and I love it. It makes for pretty panoramic shots.
Bill finally learns to walk!
Speaking of Bill, I still don't know where I stand on his looks. I think I've grown accustomed to them, but all the same, I am feverishly hoping he grows into his face, or I will have to smite Gabriel.
Well, let's see, then. *crosses fingers*
Ha, I was totally right! He's looking way better now. I think the glasses help to obscure his still-slightly-wonky eyes. He's definitely got Ameera's nose, but I can't decide whose mouth. Might be Gabriel's.
Ah, and already he's starting to diverge from the interests of his parents.
First day of school! First day of school! First--
Wait, the driver has a fro. Pretty fly for a white guy. Or something.
Good on you, Bill! Although I never got cash prizes for school projects.
Bill brings a friend home from school, and Ameera is very, very passionate about pulling weeds.
Ameera: DIE DIE DIE--
Okay then.
I love harvest time. The oranges match the butterflies on her dress!
It's Vera's birthday! I wonder how she'll look.
Please take after Ameera, please please please...
GABRIEL. YOUR WEIRD EYES ARE STEADILY BECOMING PROBLEMATIC.
Well, I'm sure once she's all grown up she'll look cute with her tiny eyes or something.
Here's her personality. Damn, that's a lot of extremes.
And as little Vera dozes, the chapter concludes. Next time there will be more birthdays and we'll see if Bill and Vera caught the stupid from their parents. I sincerely hope not, but I hoped that the kids would look more like Ameera than Gabriel and quickly learned my hopes tend to get dashed against rocks. 'Til next time, then!
~June