The Gale Legacy- 1.1
This is Anna Gale. She is pleased to make your acquaintance. No, really, she is. Don't let the scowl fool you.
Stats:
Neat: 4
Outgoing: 9
Active: 7
Serious: 3
Grouchy: 2
Aspiration: Popularity
LTW: Become General
Turn Ons: Brown Hair, Underwear
Turn Off: Vampires
Yes, yes. All very special. Now, on to the house tour!
Erm... If you can call it a house...
So, this is her fabulous kitchen. As you can see, it's very spacious.
The bathroom, plenty of light!
The living room! Um... It... Has a couch?
Let's not forget the bedroom/art studio! Oh, she is living in luxury, that Anna Gale.
A garden. I'm going to do the Legacy Tree thing, so I have to keep this tree (whom I shall refer to as Melvin) alive for all ten generations. What fun! :U
Like most of my founders, Anna heads straight to the one piece of entertainment she owns. The easel.
Then she pees....
Isn't this exciting?! :DDD
Growing tired of her peeing shenanigans, I send her out to garden. Which I assume she likes, because it's the only thing she hasn't scowled at!
OHAY PRETTY.
Also, this guy!
Anna decided to ignore them both, but Garden Club Dude, whose name is Phil, CANNOT ACCEPT THAT.
Anna throws Phil a bone.
Anna: Oh, man. Ain't peace the GREATEST?
Phil: OH NONONONO FUCK YOU AND YOUR PEACE.
Anna ignores the peace-hating douche long enough to get a job in the culinary track! Huzzah! Not part of her LTW, but at least she's bringing in the dough.
Then she puts down the paper, only to swoon at said peace-hater. But NO. There are better, more agreeable fish in the sea.
But I can see where she's coming from. I mean, this guy is H-O-T.
And this fine fellow is the first sign of the welcome wagon! :D
All blonde... Huh... Something tells me there isn't much in the way of genetic variety in this neighborhood.
But, it would appear Anna has made up her mind.
Phil: Oh, I knew you would come back to me! *INHALE* You smell wonderful!
Anna: ... Uh...
They still can't agree on a GODDAMN THING.
But I guess they're not a "talking" couple.
So it's time for a date!
I always have my sims ask "What's your sign?" now, because once I had THREE FOUNDERS marry sims of the same sign. That was SO BORING. >.< But these two are different signs, so it should be un-boring. :D Hooray!
Blonde Creeper: 'eeeeyyyyy!
Blonde Creeper: *STARESTARESTARESTARE*
Phil: I'm very rich, you know...
Anna: ORLY?
Yes, I'm suspicious as well, NPCs (Garden Club members count as NPCs, right?) have been known to lie about their money...
Phil: TOUCH YOUR FACE
Face touching=crush, don't ya know?
Anna: SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT? >:D TOUCH. YOUR. FACE
Phil: :DDDD
Anna: *lightly kisses hand*
Phil: OH YESSSS! :DDDD
Phil: OOOOHHHHH YESSSSSS!!
Keep it in your pants, bro.
Hey, matchmaker! Phil-the-overexcitable is starting to creep me out, so it's a good thing you showed up!
Matchmaker: Oh boy! I love scamming people!
Anna: Non-NPC boyfriend please!
He's hot. But an NPC. D:
Hot outweighs NPC, apparently, so, ON WITH THE DATE!
Matchmaker: Dumdeedumdum... Not botherin' you two youngsters am I? :D
Oh, whoops. Sorry, Hot Maid, sorry to end the date so soon! Downtown time! :D
This here is what we call a transition image! :D
All girls and one teenage boy. MEN PLZ.
Not even a male bartender!
So, she drinks until a guy shows up.
Although I'm not quite sure she needs it. Anna, what are you doing?!
Anna: Countin' the invisible moneyz in mah hand.
This lady is looking out for Anna.
'Kay, but drinking it right in front of her is a bit much.
Anna: This is so much more efficiegarglecoughcoughgargle
Anna: Hot man. DO WANT.
A match made in heaven. His name is Ti-Ning. Great. It's not the worst Maxis name. I've had a Nawwaf before. NAWWAF.
Let's see how this one goes!
Ti-Ning has proved himself quite flexible. Also, creepy.
OH MY GOD, MY EARS. THEY ARE BLEEDING. TIMES TWO.
These two can back me up.
Emo Tourist: So, is this screwing my chances at getting laid tonight?
Orange Sweater: D: This music makes me sad in the pants.
Emo Tourist: So, that's a yes?
STOP THE PRESSES.
Holyshitthatguyishot
Time to end the date! But Ti-Ning doesn't take it too well.
Mohawk: What? Pshh, nawww, I hate politics.
Anna: D:<
Now it's time to go home, because her hunger was in the red. She loses hunger faster than any sim I've ever had.
Oh, yum, a caviar hamburger. What was I on when I downloaded that?!
The next day, and Anna tends to Melvin. Good news! He hasn't shriveled up and died yet! Weird, I usually suck at taking care of sim plants.
Ooh! Hot guy! Pounce, Anna, pounce!
FUCK.
Anna pedos it up anyways.
Hot Teen: Err... I need an adult! :(
Work time!
(AKA, another transition image)
Great. She comes home to her ROOFLESS HOUSE in the middle of a storm.
And she stinks
Anna: RAAAAHHHH I NEED A SHOWER NOW! IF ONLY THERE WAS A WAY I COULD TAKE A SHOWER. IF ONLYYYY~
Anna: Wow! This letter smells... Um, good? Or... bad? What kind of letter is this?! I can't tell! The fumes are messing with my brain!
Anna: Hey, Phil! Come over! All these other guys suck, so I guess you win!
Phil: Right away, my sweet!
Phil: Oh, rapturous day!
Phil: Just so you know, my life has been a dreary raincloud of despair since we've last parted.
Anna: Uh-huh
Phil: By the way, remember, FUCK PEACE.
Anna: >:U
Next time:
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Babies... maybe? I haven't played that far yet.
70+ images, swearing.