The Valkinova legacy: kind of a legacy but eh... not really. 1.0
This is the play by my own altered version of the rules of the Not so easy Sims 3 legacy. I don't really like the idea of having to unlock the buildings, or lifetime rewards, but I kind of like the idea of having a non-heir artisan sim in the household every generation so I'm keeping that. I also decided that for the first generation I would create 2 founders, so that I get children that don't look doughy and weird not that any sims don't look doughy and weird. To get my female founder I hit the randomize button and Voila...
I got the lovely Nari Valkinova as seen in the title picture. It's almost disturbing how pretty she is.
For story's sake Nari was born to a Japanese mother, and a half Columbian, half Russian father.
She grew up in a decent sized house in Seattle, Washington. Shortly after her 12th birthday, after spending the day watching the sky with her father up in the mountains, they both came home to find her mother, Asami, lying dead on the floor of the kitchen, a slip of paper clutched in her hand, and a long scorch mark running down her face. No one knows how she died. They assume it was asphyxiation from breathing too much smoke also assuming there must have been a fire explaining the burn mark. But Nari, cynical for her age, believes it was just an overly elaborate suicide, one of her dramatic, and often times over-emotional mother's way of drawing attention to herself. Gone terribly wrong of course, but typical. So typical. Her father, Adrian, fell into crippled darkness, his depression and catatonic state finally leading to him being placed permanently in a nursing facility. Nari was 18. She no longer speaks to her father, visits him, thinks of him if she can help it, and now I've decided to take her on her own life journey. Set her off to embark on the adventure that is life, and hopefully it treats her kinder then her old one did.
And now we begin.
Nari: So, this is my new house eh?
Yes Nari, that is so, though I just discovered that there's a bigger, more expensive lot in Summerview, so you'll probably end up moving there.
N: Moving? Again? Who the hell are you anyway? Why did I sign up for this? I know. It's because I was depressed as F--- and didn't want to end up like my dad, so I decided, why the bloody hell not, and signed the damn contract that some mysterious, and rather homely woman asked me to sign.
It's a legacy Nari. You will be getting happy in no time among other things of course.
N: Such as?
I don't know. Making babies, making me laugh, living in poverty, skilling till your brain is sore, you know, legacy stuff.
N: ... *WTF*
The first thing Nari does after our conversation is look for a job.
N: I'm thinking journalism...
Why, may I ask?
N: I've always been interested in telling people like it is. The news is always full to the brim with bad stuff, stories of hurricanes, and murders in alleyways, killers, and thieves, little girl rapes, and child abductions. I guess I'd just like to be the person who talks about the good stuff too.
*Nods approvingly* Well then, so be it. Journalism it is.
Nari is now a paper girl.
The first person Nari meets is a woman named Victoria Andrews. I thought she had nice cheekbones. It also turns out that she's Nari's boss.
N: I don't know why I'm so exicited to ask you this, but do you work out? You're tiny. You look like you don't eat at all.
Victoria: (thinking)Rockets... Wait Syringes... Wait. What the Fudgenics is this picture of floating above my head?
N: Okay... Never mind...
She turns away, I turn away.
I turn back and this is happening. For a moment I think, oh, random, and then I realize it's Nari and some chubby chica. What? I say. Huh?
And of course Nari kicks ass. Really though,
Why were you fighting, or more, how exactly did she piss you off?
Nari: *snarling*
O_O
Random sim: Oh my life, oh the pain, my aching, breaking, AUGHHH!!
Nari: Teach you to F--- with me.
Oh right, I didn't mention. Nari is Hot headed. *blinks* Very.
N: *smug smile*
And Why are you smiling mah dear?
Ah. That's right. And this would be Founder 2, Morpheus Endless, created by me, inspired by the character in Neil Gaiman's, The Sandman. I moved him into a little house in town, and what do you know Nari "randomly" shows up at his place, and goes all googoo eyed. Nari. Valkinova. Smitten? *shrug* I guess so.
Morpheus: *silent frown*
Oh gods, he's great. As Nari soon discovers, Morpheus too is a hothead.
N: Hey, I didn't mean anything by it. It's just, you're really hot, all pale and boney, like the grim reaper, like a dream.
Morph: *silent frown*
N: Dude, WTF?
Morph: *silenter frown*
Nari: You know, even though you won't say a word to me, I still think you're the coolest thing.
Morph: *blank stare*
Anyways after about 6 hours of frowning or staring blankly Morpheus finally opened up and voila, they begin to share secrets, he whispering of far off worlds, and her laughing giddily, because oh golly gee, this ghostly hunk is paying attention to me!
The Next day:
Off to work we go. She'd be a surprisingly good looking paper girl should she actually be riding around town on a bike delivering papers.
I see you put your hair up in that neon yellow hat.
N: Yep.
Not saying much today are we?
N: nope.
Still thinking of the dream king?
N: *sigh* yes...
*gag* But also cool beans because she likes him, and I think he likes her well enough (who would know, you know?) Legacy here we come!
And who do we have here? Thornton Wolff, I must see him in profile.
Oh yummy goodness. I wonder if he has children. Perhaps I'll alter time and space (cheat) and make him young again, or maybe an affair. I'll have to see if Nari likes him. Here she comes.
Oh. She's talking on the phone to Mr. Sandman.
N: I have a sparkly new home, and everything. A double bed, just big enough for two, *hint* *hint*.
Morph: (What he's probably saying)Ah. I suppose people do often enjoy a new abode. Do you often get this excited about your furniture?
Of course I could be completely wrong. Not a big talker that one.
Hey! Nari. I want you to meet someone.
Damn. He was gone. On arriving home Nari payed her bills like the responsible young woman she is.
N: What are you talking about? I wanted to hold off paying these. I only have 300 bucks. This will deplete my bank account by half.
Oh well. Such is life eh? Bills need to be payed or else the repo-man will come, and you'll be left with only a cheap toilet, an equally cheap romance novel, and maybe the sofa you found at the junkyard.
N: Whatever strange person in the sky. I'm paying them aren't I? (grumbling)Won't have any money to buy flowers for Morpheus... he won't talk to me... damn you bitch in the sky...
And look who we have here. Seriously though. She never invited him over, but out of nowhere he flashes into being by her mailbox.
You seem to be hungry Nari. Perhaps you should go inside and make yourself something to eat.
N: *dreamy eyed* You're here...
Morph: *blank stare*
Oh wait there was more.
Morph(continued): Yes...
Well, Nari decides to straight away to invite Morphy in for salad, that she then proceeded to make. He grabs a book off the bookshelf, The trials of Rothgar or some such, and surprisingly doesn't say a word.
Good book Morpheus?
Morph: ...
Nothing, for the entire hour that Nari eats, and finally on Morphy's 4th plate of salad (really. -_-*)
He speaks. Cross eyed.
Morph: Your book was of satisfactory length.
Nari: Oh? Really? I don't like swimming.
O_O *face to palm*
They end up going outside to watch the stars.
N: *places hand on hand* I really like you, you know? You're so... mysterious.
That's one way to put it.
Morph: *looks down. Confused* I suppose I don't understand.
N: Look! That constellation over there. I remember seeing that from my house back in, well in the past.
Morph: *raised eyebrow* Am I to assume your past was less then satisfactory?
Now he's perceptive...
Morph: That burning orb of gas over there is Aspidiske or as it's known in Arabic, Tureis. It means "little shield". Do you see the constellation it's a part of, Carina? They say, many years ago Carina was part of a great ship captained by Jason of the Argonauts. She was beautiful, a dark beauty, a dream vessel.
N: *giggle* Really? I never really got the hang of star names. I just love the sky, everything about it.
Excepting me right?
N: *ignore*
They stand like this for a while, taking in the moment I guess. Nari is of course the one to break the silence.
N: Your eyes are so... well they're like dreams.
Morph: *silent smile*
What the hell? It's like he's never hugged anyone.
Morph: *flustered*
N: Just put your arms around me, like that yes, now we get closer...
Gee Nari, someone should pay you to give hug tutorials. Scratch that. Emotive expression tutorials.
Never mind then. Morpheus Endless, enthusiastic? Is the world ending? Did a puppy just get stabbed?
N: Morpheus, for whatever reason, I already really love you. You're like a dream come to life, like the dark prince of my nightmare world. Marry me.
He says yes. Sort of. In less words.
That writhing mass under the generic green comforter? Yeah. You know. Right after the proposal too. Whores.
I decided to have a wedding party for them. It cost them 200 bucks for the cake and chairs, but oh well. It was a momentous enough occasion.
Blah, blah, blah, wedding.
N: And now I place this ring upon thy finger, joining us together forever in holy matrimony.
Holy even though you were doing the dirty until 9 this morning?
Morph: *laughing*
You might want to give her your hand to put the ring on your finger buddy.
Oh and don't ask why the outside wall of Nari's house is outer space themed. It just is.
N & M: *om nom nom*
Eugh... not the most attractive kissers are they?
After cutting the cake, they all sat down to eat. I don't know where all these people came from. Nari only invited Victoria (the girl dancing by herself in the background).
Wolff lady: No can sit down. WHA-?
*shakes head* Hey. At least Thornton showed up. I later had Nari befriend him. They are now best friends.
And again. Right after the wedding. She must have gotten knocked up one of those times.
The dream king dreams! Of unicorns.
Morph: *groan* don't leave me mister unicorn... you'll be the last of your kind... we can be together forever... mister unicorn wait...
Time to get up. Morpheus says nothing as usual.
N: Hey? Morphy cakes? I think I may be... Never mind.
Way to chicken out there Nari. Wait. What were you going to say anyway? You're not- no. Really?
N: *rolls eyes* Leave me the hell alone voice in the sky.
Okay, okay. No need to get touchy.
I leave them to there own devices for a few sim hours. They end up standing around daydreaming, or thinking of ways to escape.
Anyways. I'll update this baby tomorrow. It is now time for me to sleep.
I really hope this thing gets better.
No promises, désolé, sorry.
I do hope you enjoyed my ineptitude if nothing else. Ta ta for now.
Meii