The Belcher Legacy Intro
My dearest friends, I, Silvester Belcher, take you to be my constant stalkers, my faithful watchers and my stress from this day forward. My story begun in a little town where my parents used to live in oblivious happiness and undoubted peace. My first memory of them was when they would wash me in oils made of tears of panda cubs scented with fireflies' magical dust. See what I mean here? One day I decided I could no longer put up with all that nonsense and confronted my father. He said he was extremely disappointed to have a son like me and sent me to this town full of chicks to "live on my own". Great news, huh? The thing is that I now have to live in the most girly house possible and...that's pretty much it!
I did mention that there are a lot of women here, didn't I?
Anyway, at least now I can focus on my true passions: dancing...
...and ballet. (Hey, my parents brainwashed me for 20 years, what did you expect? I did enroll myself into the army, though...just to prove myself that a normal world actually exists). But hey, don't you want to see my place?
Ahh...I will never get away from the pandas! (even though they're raccoons, they still look like pandas to me). The rest of the house is unimportant, since it doesn't contain a single spot of pink.
Now I am forced to cook on my own.
Pee on my own...I think I might be ready to just get back to my mum's magical cookies and dreamlike toilet...
This is the end of my first day in ChickLand. I'm alone, famished and I also smell worse than a skunk. But I'm free...and sleepy. I shall see you tomorrow, my dearest friends. Yours truly, Silvester Belcher.
The next morning I woke up and smelled the coffee green fumes emerging from all over my body. I was about to go gussy up when...
...when I saw her...
One of the many daughters of ChickLand stuffing my mailbox with lots and lots of fireflies' magical dust. I just had to run and feel the softness of her hand which had probably caressed thousands of love letters and many other hygienic things.
Silvester: Hello there, daughter of ChickLand! Hmmm...soft...
Paper girl: What? Is that how you guys usually greet women here? I'm a newbie, you know. So "hmmm...soft..." to you too, I guess.
Silvester: No way! I am too :D Where do you come from?
Paper girl: CookieTown, I don't think you've heard of it.
Silvester: The place where it rains with tears of panda cubs and swamps are made of cinnamon scented chocolate?
Paper girl: Yes, that's it.
Silvester: Of course it is! I was born there...unfortunately...
We just had too much in common not to ask her on date.
She loves ballet (and crappy clothes)...
...dancing...
...and geography? Who knew she was also smart.
My first day at work.
I could eventually pay the bills and patiently wait for my girl to arrive.
I didn't have to wait for too long. After a romantic dinner under the moonlight (which is not the ball of stink coming out of her mouth, but it could be as it's shiny enough) ...
...I asked her to move in.
She said yes. Ahh...don't we look like the perfect couple to pose for a lingerie line?
My dearest friends, this is the new and improved Celeste Belcher, now with 300% more hair.
She does most of the housekeeping while I'm at work.
Shiny!
We...had a little celebration after she said "Yes".
We got married.
After which we had a little celebration.
The difference between neat and sloppy sims. Can you tell which one is which?
The next morning we looked in each other's (quick grammar question: is it each other's / each others / each others' ? ) and knew we had to have another little celebration.
Which, surprisingly enough, resulted into this. You know what this means?
Celeste: A baby? :D
It means more than a baby: it means a new light! (btw, all the children of this generation will have a name with "light" significance)
Celeste: Oh, I see.
This is Celeste's replacement, if you were curious. I certainly was...
I got a promotion and look: there are also guys in ChickLand!
...
Celeste wanted nothing more but sleep.
When this happened.
Say hello to baby Lucy! You know what this means, right? Yeah, well a new light. But more important...
...a little celebration! Which resulted into...
...my promotion? I wish it were that easy.
Celeste was pregnant again.
We're good parents, what can I say?
We are good parents! The stink isn't coming from Lucy, but from Celeste. Neat, huh?
See? Anyway, Lucy's birthday.
D:
Celeste, what did you do? I'm more than sure I spot your nose in there!
Lucy: I'm beautiful in my way, 'cause God makes no mistakes, I'm on the right track baby, I was born this way!
I bet you were...
Celeste: Why did I marry you, again?
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For the ones who don't know the rules for NCL4 generation 1:
- no plumbing for 3 sim weeks
- no appliances allowed except for fridge
- when starting, you can only have 1 light and you get an additional light for each child the founder has
-founder has to max athletic skill