The Apogee Legacy 1.3
Locke is a golddigger. No, really, she needs to pay the bills, so she's digging for gold.
Eemil, it's nice that you're teaching your son to speak and all, but I really don't want to know why your crotch is emitting fumes...
Those just don't look healthy.
Questionable hygiene aside, it got the job done!
Anyway, it's not like Blaze isn't used to toxic gasses by now!
Crying McSadPants: My son is going to be a muuutttaaaaant!
But a hot mutant! Mutant and proud. That line was so stupid.
I'm not really sure this is the best place to teach your daughter to speak, but what do I know.
For all I know, the stink clouds are like smart milk, only green.
Oh god, she's mutating evolving growing up!
Locke: Oh god, this kid stinks like garbage.
-.-
Molly: Yeah, mom, you don't smell like a basket of roses yourself.
Ah, much better as a child!
NO NO DON'T STOMP -
...the roaches.
Locke: Eewww.
Don't you know when you stomp on them, they emit flu viruses?! Also we're out of milk.
Good GOD $300 an hour?! But a can of spray only costs $8!
Molly isn't very outgoing, evidently.
Yes, I really am controlling all the sims on this lot. I don't know man, I don't know.
Uh, NO?! You stole their BED, remember?!
Molly: Ugh, I didn't even think EZ bake ovens got hot enough to burn things...
GET BACK INTO BED, NOOB. Also, look, pretty room!
Molly: Oh, don't think I've forgotten you, Aki Bergler. I remember you all too well. The night is vivid in my mind! I can see every crack in the ceiling, every knot in the bars of my crib, every hair on Mr. Gumbo's head...and you will pay, for whatever you did!
I added on a small bathroom to the carriage house. Hopefully it'll keep Molly a bit happier.
Yay snow! Time to see how well this open-walled house thing goes!
Exterminator: Hi there! I'm the exterminator! If I don't finish today, then...I'll be back. Sorry. I never get tired of that joke!
YEAH WELL WHERE DO YOU GET OFF CHARGING $300 AN HOUR TO SPRAY SHIT AT BUGS?! AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN KILL ALL OF THEM I MIGHT ADD.
Even though you're a bitch, it's shockingly appropriate that you take the decoration with bugs in it.
Life continues as normal. I think Locke and Eemil are beginning to think that people just operate on the barter system 'round these parts.
Locke: Hurry up and grab your math before I start smelling even worse.
Molly: The things I do for homework.
Again, the fumes seemed to have a beneficial effect. Because man, I've never seen a sim learn this skill so quickly. Or maybe I'm just traumatized by the Potts legacy.
Yay, more children! Also bonus bathroom shot.
oh hai Tongs (thegranddewru)! Way to, uh, make a really scary face! It's okay, we know you're actually adorable.
Locke: Woo, now I'm passable at fishing!
...
You know, I'm mostly sure that's not meant to happen.
Yeah, no, nor that.
Locke: Dear livejournal, I'm pretty sure all of my children are horrendous mutants. They can fly, speak, and they smell awful!
Actually two of those three things are normal. Or, well, normal for your kids.
Molly is proving to be a heck of an artist since I put this easel outside her bedroom.
Eemil: My parenting book says I'm supposed to encourage your development, so: WOO! YOU GO BOY! YOU MAH BRO! YOU EXPELLED THAT FECES LIKE A CHAMP!
Mortimer: Why, I suppose I did do rather well, didn't I?
Blaze: Whewe's my encouwagement?
Eemil: Zzzz...goodjobblazzzzz....
Locke: Why can't you play us pleasure sims properly?!?!
Look, it's not my fault everything you want sucks. You don't need a car, and you don't want anything easy, like changing into jammies or eating grilled cheese!
Locke: Everything I want does NOT suck! I just dream big! Why do you mock meeeeheeeheeeee?!
Molly: Thank god, get me away from here for a while! :D
Eemil: OMG WAIT MOLLY, TAKE ME WITH YOU!
Do you want $300 for that, Eemil?
Eemil: Shut up.
Locke: They're going to get me...all going to get me...
Man, remember when people would bitch about kids for jumping on the bed? Of course, I actually appreciate it because in an open-walled house, body temperature is important to moderate.
Locke: If that Molly girl can paint, so can I!
:( Amaren! Whyyy? Clearly bondchick_nett didn't give you the proper townie training. OR PERHAPS SHE DID AND SHE IS ACTUALLY TRYING TO COLLECT PAPERS FOR FILLING THE LITTER TRAYS OF THOUSANDS OF EVIL HAMSTERS. >.> I'm on to you, Nett...
Amaren: I'm not stealing this newspaper. I'm just, uh...borrowing it.
Molly: You think you can fool me with that kind of talk?! You return that paper by tomorrow or else!
In other news, Molly has a deep love of Monster Hunter. She plays the crap out of that game.
:( Whyyyy, Blaze. Whyyyy. You were my favourite!
Blaze: De gween ones is stiww de best.
Yeah, Molly's kind of just a gamer in general. Not gonna lie, I watched her play this game for like 10 minutes. It almost made me wish I owned SSX3.
WHY HELLO, BALIN SON OF FUNDIN. JSYK I WOULDN'T DELVE TOO DEEPLY IN THE MINES. JUST SAYIN'.
I live in constant fear of more babies from these two, by the way, even if they do only have one bolt.
Although admittedly the ones so far have been pretty great.
And actually, if you ignore the complete chaos of the house, raising them hasn't gone too poorly!
Locke: Yes, snow on the ground! Woot!
Snow on the ground, and also everywhere else! Even, uh, inside the fridge. Not sure how that works.
Also, I'm mostly sure that either a) you're cooking with WAY too much flour, or b) you didn't thaw that filet enough.
Molly: No homework? Why, whatever shall I do?
Molly: OH YEAH THAT'S RIGHT I'MMA MAKE A MOTHER EFFIN SNOWMAN!
...facedesk.
You're not seeing that wrong. She is actually building that snowman IN the street.
That's...not going to have a good effect on your growth, buddy.
Molly: Want the toy?! Want it?
Mortimer: Oh, yes actually, I really do!
Molly: WELL YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!
Mortimer: You bitch.
Mortimer: Oh, hey, I'm a child!
Blaze: OH! Hey, I'm a child!
Mortimer: You bloody copycat.
Aaaand I think that'll do it for now! I hope you enjoyed!