The First Two Weeks: The Don
Here he is, world.
The Don:
Since this isn't Pleasantview, he's just a clone, or a near-clone. His personality points match so he's filthy yet active. And there's one physical difference as well:
Teal eyes, instead of green. Teal eyes courtesy of MaxoidMoonbelly of the Exchange. I decided to use these to find out if they are Dominant or Recessive. Of course, first Mr. L needs a woman to help him find out. Oh, and his LTW is to have 20 loves. Typical.
The Old Gypsy Hag is summoned and ordered to give The Don a good woman.
Don Date #1: Marsha Trimble of the Grungy Garage (I don't know what the fudge it's called), where she presides as Head Tinkerer:
Not bad, not bad. Some nice recessive genes. But while there are two bolts of chemistry, she just doesn't take kindly to his jokes about sumo-wrestling nuclear missiles, so forget her.
The next contestant in The Don's babymama quest:
Bite me, game. Bite me haaard. Despite their mutual love for sumo wrestling, Tiffany the Wonder Gardener is promptly kicked to the curb.
NEXT!
Oh, fuuuuuuudge. Ericka is in no way attached to Julien, despite having seven-thousand (I forget the actual number) of offspring with him, so the OGH feels she is perfect The Don material. Which, sadly, she is. But alas, it cannot be as she does have those seven-thousand offspring with Julien. The Don files Ericka's number in his little black book for future reference, because, hey, Romance Sim!
And with that, The Don's funds are kaput. Crap. I thought he would be the easiest to find a mate for. The Don takes a job in the military career but just can't earn enough cash to bother calling up the OGH again so he has to content himself with hoping a nice, eligible walk-by will, um, walk by.
But his plan is foiled by all the jobless elders that take walks past his ugly shack. That's when I hit on the brilliant but simple solution that I forgot with all my other founders. Community lots! (duh)
The first place The Don visits is decidedly lacking in feminine personages....
Seriously, the only female at this place was the waitress! The Don stayed here a couple hours while I watched the street to see who arrived, but all MEN. Dejected, The Don leaves the gay bar and heads elsewhere.
Ah, that's good. But The Don can do better.
Ericka's sort-of better half shows up at the restaurant...but what's that in the background?!
The Don greets the affable blonde bimbo. But alas, Sandy Bruty and The Don only have one-bolt of chemistry.
...Wait, did I say 'alas'? I mean Thank God. I've had my fill of Miss Bruty in other challenges. She can stay where she is.
Heh, heh. Despite being a filthmongerer, The Don doesn't mind cleaning up the dishes in this restaurant for free. Gee, I hope the Board of Health doesn't see that.
The Don wanders on.
Ah, here's a rich one. But ugly. That nose! Diva, surely you can afford plastic surgery. Anyway, she's only got one-bolt for Don. Funny thing, he seems to be mostly attracted to Pisces (who are knowledge sims) like Tiffany the Gardener.
He finds his old friend, B&W floral-hat-girl, hanging out on the dance floor but the look on his face tells me he's just not that into her.
And he makes a new friend. Short-haired Tattoo Chica:
The Don: "So what do you do?"
Tattoo girl: "I make paper hats."
TD: "Uh, really?"
Tattoo girl: "Only as a hobby. I'm actually a restauranteur."
TD (left eyebrow arcing inquisitively; voice deepening to growling tone): "...tell me...more."
Tattoo girl: "Well, you know Sporks of Steel*? I invented those!"
TD: "So...you're rich, right?"
* Not to be confused with Buns of Steel, which was invented by Mortimer 'Glory-Butt' Goth
It's almost the weekend and Don still doesn't have a mate. Luckily he goes on a dating tear and things take off.
And the winner of The Don sweepstakes is...
Joy Weburg, of the Downtown Weburgs. Joy is a Pisces knowledge sim with the LTW to become a Mad Scientist (Ha!). She has lovely recessive genes, tons of friends, 15,000 simoleons (!), 8 cooking points(!!), and all this crap packed into her petite pockets:
Everything Must Go! The Don holds the fastest and most profitable garage sale in history and quickly nets about another 10 thou. This is enough money to allow them to buy floors, wall coverings, and even some very nice toilets, which is a lot more than all the other founders have. Don calls up Julien just to say 'Neener, neener'.
I'd say perhaps it's Don who won the babymama sweepstakes...
But seriously, what sim wouldn't ditch a thriving international restaurant business to have this?:
The new couple immediately gets down to business. It's important they don't fail because The Don's already like, three days behind his compatriots.
Okay fine, I forgot wall coverings for this room. But that's only because they blew all their cash on the candles. The Don wanted to make the perfect romantic mood for the baby-making. Their baby-making is successful and Joy quits her job (le sigh) in order to carry The Spawn of The Don.
While The Don is out working, Joy puts her 8-cooking-skills to use creating fish dishes from the aquamarine monsters she catches in their front-yard pond. It's super-filling so she doesn't pass out before she's done.
The Don, in the meanwhile, quits his military career, takes a job in adventure, and spends most of his time outside on the front lawn, away from Joy's prying eyes...
Of course he has to wait for Joy to be asleep before undergoing any romantic shenanigans on the hammock, but because she's pregnant, she spends most of her time passed out in bed.
Don eventually earns this little trinket. I worry this will hinder his ability to woohoo non-Joy sims in the front yard, but it barely affects her energy.
Eventually the time comes...
The Don isn't too amused at being awoken in the middle of the night.
Joy: "What are you complaining about?! This is YOUR FAULT!"
TD: "What?! You're the one who clicked 'try for baby' on me, remember?!"
Anyway, a creature is born. It is dubbed Chewbacca, which means 'Lothario Offspring with the Big Teal Eyes' in Downtownese.
They 'Try for baby' again, get pregnant and have a daughter that also has The Don's teal eyes, so the score now stands at:
The Don's Teal eyes: 2
Joy's recessive gray eyes: 0
They name their daughter Yoda, because at this point I realize their really aren't that many female characters in the universe I'm using for naming The Don's offspring. Crap. And - double crap - they're all going to have black hair.
The Don's story ends with only two kids, one short of the other families because he took so freakin long to find a baby mama. And this happened the last night in the house:
F*** you Gordon. That's a one-day try for baby penalty right there. Grumble, grumble, grumble...
The Don:
Since this isn't Pleasantview, he's just a clone, or a near-clone. His personality points match so he's filthy yet active. And there's one physical difference as well:
Teal eyes, instead of green. Teal eyes courtesy of MaxoidMoonbelly of the Exchange. I decided to use these to find out if they are Dominant or Recessive. Of course, first Mr. L needs a woman to help him find out. Oh, and his LTW is to have 20 loves. Typical.
The Old Gypsy Hag is summoned and ordered to give The Don a good woman.
Don Date #1: Marsha Trimble of the Grungy Garage (I don't know what the fudge it's called), where she presides as Head Tinkerer:
Not bad, not bad. Some nice recessive genes. But while there are two bolts of chemistry, she just doesn't take kindly to his jokes about sumo-wrestling nuclear missiles, so forget her.
The next contestant in The Don's babymama quest:
Bite me, game. Bite me haaard. Despite their mutual love for sumo wrestling, Tiffany the Wonder Gardener is promptly kicked to the curb.
NEXT!
Oh, fuuuuuuudge. Ericka is in no way attached to Julien, despite having seven-thousand (I forget the actual number) of offspring with him, so the OGH feels she is perfect The Don material. Which, sadly, she is. But alas, it cannot be as she does have those seven-thousand offspring with Julien. The Don files Ericka's number in his little black book for future reference, because, hey, Romance Sim!
And with that, The Don's funds are kaput. Crap. I thought he would be the easiest to find a mate for. The Don takes a job in the military career but just can't earn enough cash to bother calling up the OGH again so he has to content himself with hoping a nice, eligible walk-by will, um, walk by.
But his plan is foiled by all the jobless elders that take walks past his ugly shack. That's when I hit on the brilliant but simple solution that I forgot with all my other founders. Community lots! (duh)
The first place The Don visits is decidedly lacking in feminine personages....
Seriously, the only female at this place was the waitress! The Don stayed here a couple hours while I watched the street to see who arrived, but all MEN. Dejected, The Don leaves the gay bar and heads elsewhere.
Ah, that's good. But The Don can do better.
Ericka's sort-of better half shows up at the restaurant...but what's that in the background?!
The Don greets the affable blonde bimbo. But alas, Sandy Bruty and The Don only have one-bolt of chemistry.
...Wait, did I say 'alas'? I mean Thank God. I've had my fill of Miss Bruty in other challenges. She can stay where she is.
Heh, heh. Despite being a filthmongerer, The Don doesn't mind cleaning up the dishes in this restaurant for free. Gee, I hope the Board of Health doesn't see that.
The Don wanders on.
Ah, here's a rich one. But ugly. That nose! Diva, surely you can afford plastic surgery. Anyway, she's only got one-bolt for Don. Funny thing, he seems to be mostly attracted to Pisces (who are knowledge sims) like Tiffany the Gardener.
He finds his old friend, B&W floral-hat-girl, hanging out on the dance floor but the look on his face tells me he's just not that into her.
And he makes a new friend. Short-haired Tattoo Chica:
The Don: "So what do you do?"
Tattoo girl: "I make paper hats."
TD: "Uh, really?"
Tattoo girl: "Only as a hobby. I'm actually a restauranteur."
TD (left eyebrow arcing inquisitively; voice deepening to growling tone): "...tell me...more."
Tattoo girl: "Well, you know Sporks of Steel*? I invented those!"
TD: "So...you're rich, right?"
* Not to be confused with Buns of Steel, which was invented by Mortimer 'Glory-Butt' Goth
It's almost the weekend and Don still doesn't have a mate. Luckily he goes on a dating tear and things take off.
And the winner of The Don sweepstakes is...
Joy Weburg, of the Downtown Weburgs. Joy is a Pisces knowledge sim with the LTW to become a Mad Scientist (Ha!). She has lovely recessive genes, tons of friends, 15,000 simoleons (!), 8 cooking points(!!), and all this crap packed into her petite pockets:
Everything Must Go! The Don holds the fastest and most profitable garage sale in history and quickly nets about another 10 thou. This is enough money to allow them to buy floors, wall coverings, and even some very nice toilets, which is a lot more than all the other founders have. Don calls up Julien just to say 'Neener, neener'.
I'd say perhaps it's Don who won the babymama sweepstakes...
But seriously, what sim wouldn't ditch a thriving international restaurant business to have this?:
The new couple immediately gets down to business. It's important they don't fail because The Don's already like, three days behind his compatriots.
Okay fine, I forgot wall coverings for this room. But that's only because they blew all their cash on the candles. The Don wanted to make the perfect romantic mood for the baby-making. Their baby-making is successful and Joy quits her job (le sigh) in order to carry The Spawn of The Don.
While The Don is out working, Joy puts her 8-cooking-skills to use creating fish dishes from the aquamarine monsters she catches in their front-yard pond. It's super-filling so she doesn't pass out before she's done.
The Don, in the meanwhile, quits his military career, takes a job in adventure, and spends most of his time outside on the front lawn, away from Joy's prying eyes...
Of course he has to wait for Joy to be asleep before undergoing any romantic shenanigans on the hammock, but because she's pregnant, she spends most of her time passed out in bed.
Don eventually earns this little trinket. I worry this will hinder his ability to woohoo non-Joy sims in the front yard, but it barely affects her energy.
Eventually the time comes...
The Don isn't too amused at being awoken in the middle of the night.
Joy: "What are you complaining about?! This is YOUR FAULT!"
TD: "What?! You're the one who clicked 'try for baby' on me, remember?!"
Anyway, a creature is born. It is dubbed Chewbacca, which means 'Lothario Offspring with the Big Teal Eyes' in Downtownese.
They 'Try for baby' again, get pregnant and have a daughter that also has The Don's teal eyes, so the score now stands at:
The Don's Teal eyes: 2
Joy's recessive gray eyes: 0
They name their daughter Yoda, because at this point I realize their really aren't that many female characters in the universe I'm using for naming The Don's offspring. Crap. And - double crap - they're all going to have black hair.
The Don's story ends with only two kids, one short of the other families because he took so freakin long to find a baby mama. And this happened the last night in the house:
F*** you Gordon. That's a one-day try for baby penalty right there. Grumble, grumble, grumble...