Just Dance - An OWBC. Chapter Four [Part One] - "Paparazzi"
Hello, and welcome back to Just Dance - An Officially Wacky Boolprop Challenge! My last update was back in September, so I’m sure a recap will be necessary.
When I left off last time, the three kids had been sent to university. After all, one of the bonuses I am attempting is the University bonus. Bowie majored in Physics.
Here is a complete list of the bonuses I am attempting:
Base Game - I have already earned the full 3 points for going a full generation with no promotions, and I’m working on the other two: a legitimate alien birth and an army of flamingos, closely protected by a gnome which can be stolen.
University - Where all my heirs must attend university and be able to do the xylophone trick (using the pool table). I must also create a zombie.
Open For Business - Each heir and spouse must have a gold talent badge in Robotics. My founder, Totally Gaga, and her husband, Christian Gaga, have both already achieved this. I must also create a robot (again, completed in the form of a robot named Lady Gaga) and start a business (Gaga’s Robo Workshop), which must be maintained for the duration of the challenge.
Boolprop Naming Scheme - The first three children from each generation must be named after the letters of Boolprop. B, O, O for the first generation (Bowie, Olivia and Ozzy), L, P, R for the second, and O, P, C for the third (C for .com). My own personal naming scheme is based on Popular Music Artists. Bowie is named after David Bowie, Olivia is named after Olivia Newton John, and Ozzy is named after Ozzy Osbourne.
One Bad Apple - Each generation, one of the children must be a bad apple. This means that I cannot view their wants, needs or control them. Ozzy is this generation’s Bad Apple.
Family Scrapbook - Every member of the family must have their picture taken. Furthermore, the founder and each heir must write a novel.
Workaholics Anonymous - Must earn each career reward. One sim can unlock a maximum of three career rewards.
Monster Mash - One of my sims must be a combination of every creature.
Ozzy is this generation’s bad apple, and was voted as the heir. I broke a rule by sending him to college early, but I’ll try to remember it next time. He majored in Art.
Olivia, a spare, is a complete clone of her brother. She majored in Psychology.
Of course, when I sent them to college, the only person who had managed to make a lot of money through scholarships was Bowie. Olivia just couldn’t skill as fast as him, and Ozzy... Well, he was a lost cause. But they had spent their childhood living in borderline poverty, so I knew they would embrace this shack.
Olivia: “I HATE IT HERE, I WANT TO GO HOME.”
Bowie: “Screw you all, bringing me and my skill points into your third world-like conditions.”
Ozzy: “...”
Ozzy: “THIS IS ILLEGAL! OMFG.”
“I’m sure Godga and Beysus won’t mind.”
“I have a feeling I’m not going to enjoy this...”
I do, too. So stfu, please.
“... I think I’ll be needing an ambulance.”
Ozzy: “OH MY GODGA, WE’RE BONDING!!!”
Olivia: “Why is he talking to me? WHY AM I HAVING TO DO THIS? Oh, cheesecake. I hate my family.”
Girl, get your family weave on. Take that nasty bitchin’ weave right off.
Notice the flamingos and the gnome guarding them. Meet Velna, the Chicken-gnome from Latvia.
Velna: “Me and my kitties are gonna be snatchin’ up some wigs.”
Flamingos: “Meow?”
Cow: “Shake your booty for me, girl.”
Olivia: “Get your hoofs off of me, foul bovine!”
“My feelings are hurt.”
But his ego certainly wasn’t crushed.
Cow: “NO ONE’S PLAYING WITH ME.”
Bowie: “Sister, I’m rather famished... Fancy steak for dinner?”
Olivia: “Only if it’s from the freshly murdered corpse of a cow, darling brother.”
Cow: *gulp*
The third world conditions were causing all sorts of arguments.
Bowie: “This kitchen is grotsky.”
Really? I thought it looked kind of cute. >_>
Ozzy: “This is a nice family meal...”
Olivia: “Shut your dirty hole, you filthy chair grabber.”
I was getting bored of watching the household fighting over their weaves, so I sent Bowie to the energizer to prepare for his outing downtown.
-500 points?! T___T
“Oh, yeah. Did I not mention that I’m TERRIFIED of singing in public?”
Apparently not.
“I’m a knowledge sim, silly. TEEHEE.”
Bowie: *HIP THRUST*
“THAT’S ONE FOXY GRANNY.”
Bowie, we’re trying to continue the bloodline, not stop it in its tracks.
Bowie: “Well, hello there. Wanna let me poke around under that freshly planted wig?”
Granny: “Boy, I ain’t into that sort of thing. They don’t call me Plane Jane for nothing.”
Despite his obvious heartbreak, Bowie held his head up high and found a suitable replacement for Plane Jane. As a knowledge sim, he was obviously quite attracted to this female’s witchcraft abilities.
Bowie: “I just want world peace, for all creatures.”
Shelby the Witch: “I’m atrociously evil. I don’t exactly preach about world peace.”
Bowie = foot + mouth.
Bowie: “... Why are we doing this?”
I want y’all to bond. :'(
Apparently somebody kidnapped Velna without me noticing. Oh dear.
Ozzy: “I’mma go get Velna, Bowie!”
Bowie: *shrug*
Apparently Ozzy is mean enough to steal back the gnome. How wonderful.
“Ooooooh, this feels gooooooood.”
I don’t know if energizing counts as cheating, but... Well, I consider it to be incredibly necessary.
This sight makes me incredibly happy, Ozzy. I hope you know that.
“OMFG, A VOICE IN MY HEAD AGAIN.”
Poor thing. I think he hit every branch on the stupid tree... twice.
I see you chattin’, boy.
“I’m trolling, silly! I’m joining a website designed for teenage girls. I shall destroy them from the inside, as a morbidly obese girl named Brenda. She describes herself as bubbly and cute, but really she’s a basic bitch.”
... I’d rather you wrote your Term Paper, but that seems nice, too.
Okay, steal our Latvian gnome. T_T That’s the last time I greet someone for being ginger.
Bowie and Olivia both had high motives (mostly due to my energizing ways), so I sent them to a community lot to try and find potential spouses.
Of course, the first place they were sent was Gaga’s Robo Workshop.
Olivia: “We’ve never really talked before, brother.”
Bowie: “Oh, I know. It’s because I hate you.”
Olivia: “WUT. T__T”
Bowie: “Yeah, you’re my inferior clone. But now I see that you’re more than that: you’re an intense, weave-snatching inferior clone. And I love you for it.”
Awww. :''')
Random Gothic Townie: “I’ve come here to brighten my horizons. I heard the lady who owns this place knows how to... Uh, massage a broken spirit.”
Girl, you need to work on your euphemisms.
“I’ve got me some customers, I see.”
No, your children are outside. I don’t think they qualify as the sort of customers you’re used to.
“Humph.”
Lady in Pink: “Oh, y’all are leaving? I recommend going in for some special treatment. *laughs* This lady really knows how to make you forget your problems...”
Bowie: “Why is our mum such a hooker?”
Olivia: “At least she’s raising money, albeit in a creative way.”
“Why am I drinking TruBlood?”
Product placement is the new black, apparently.
TruBlood: the new legal high. Just a couple of snorts and your brain cells will become numb within thirty seconds.
Ozzy is a very well behaved heir. He just fats around, reading and keeping to himself. Poor thing.
... How do you think I’m paying for this chapter? Product placement is better than prostitution, surely?
Olivia: “This blood tastes so... True...”
Bowie: “Truly disgusting.”
Random Ho: “Look at that ginger skank, stealing my professor.”
Olivia: “I need my first kiss, and you seem like a good, perverted volunteer.”
Of course, whenever I make the mistake of greeting someone, they attempt to steal our Velna. T_T
Velna: “Girl, distract him! Quickly!”
Great thinking, Velna! Distract him, girl!
Meanwhile...
Ozzy: “I’M INCREDIBLY HUNGRY. FEED ME. FEED MEEEE.”
Bowie: “I’M FED UP OF ALL HIS WHINING. I WANNA GO HOME.”
Coach: “RAH, RAH, LIKE A DUNGEON DRAGON. YOU’RE GONNA FEEL LIKE A DUNGEON DRAGON WHEN I’M DONE WITH YOU.”
Ozzy: “I just wanna eat food. T__T”
But Olivia successfully managed to distract the Perverted Professor from Velna.
Perverted Professor: “You wanna smooch me, don’t you?”
Olivia: “Well, I kind of want my first kiss. And you seem like a willing participant.”
PP: “Sorry, girl, I don’t want your peachy lips.”
Olivia: “I FEEL REJECTED.”
Get used to it. It will become a recurring theme around here.
I forgot that llamas and cows greet themselves. T__T
Velna is a very lucky Latvian.
PP: “HAY BOI, I REALLY WANNA BE WITH YOU. ‘CAUSE YOU’RE JUST MY TYPE.”
That explains his lack of perversion. Or maybe Olivia’s just a cold hearted, basic bitch. Maybe both.
Olivia: “We needs teh cash.”
“OH SHI-ZAM.”
You know, the Professor was only rejecting you. You don’t need to try and burn yourself. HE’S NOT WORTH IT.
Not only is Olivia suicidal, apparently she’s homicidal. Typical.
Luckily Olivia realised how valuable her life was (*snicker*) and saved herself and her two brothers.
So far they were all doing well in University. Bowie was doing the best, with a straight 4.0. Olivia was close. She didn’t do great in her first few exams, but was recovering with A+s. Ozzy was scraping by, although he did manage a B+ once.
And then there was another fire. Apparently the game didn’t want me to counterfeit anymore money. Humph.
“I kind of hate writing Term Papers.”
Ozzy is surprisingly helpful around the house. Of course, he’s the only one who’s allowed to read the papers... The other two are far too busy.
Bowie: “YO MAMA.”
Ozzy: “I’m quite content reading the newspaper.”
Olivia: “LET’S BOND.”
Ozzy: “Sure! Just don’t snatch my wig, okay?”
Olivia: “I’m not promising anything.”
Olivia was at a community lot in Strangetown when Pixie turned up. Excellent.
Pixie is PixieDust over at the Boolprop forums and writes many legacies and challenges, one of which is Second Time Around. It’s her Officially Wacky Boolprop Challenge, and is the rival of mine. We’re kind of duelling to see who can win (me, of course). Plus, me and Pixie have a kind of... historic rivalry.
“I smell... simselves.”
Townie: “I like you. Can I put a ring on you?”
Olivia: “No, thank you.”
“You know, you look familiar. I used to sleep with a woman with red hair just like yours.”
“OH MY GOD, A NAKED TOWNIE. DO NOT WANT. DO NOT WANT.”
Bitch, please. You had a child with the Grim Reaper, you wrinkly-ass ho.
“I LOVED TOTALLY GAGA SO MUCH, AND THEN SHE CHEATED ON ME.”
Well, she didn’t exactly cheat on you, Pixie. She cheated with you... And many, many others.
“... Right. Patrick, I think we’ve found who we’ve been looking for...”
Oh, we have, Olivia. Oh, we have...
I’ll leave it here. Part two is finished, I just need to finish cleaning the pictures. It should be up in a couple of days. Thanks for reading!