Laune Legacy - Generation 1.4
This update will probably seem a little sporadic, and disjointed...Truthfully, I just really wanted to make some progress, but I wound up taking way more pictures than necessary for what little bit actually happened/was accomplished. I'll try and make up for it with some commentary! :\
! WARNING !
Probably a fair amount of foul language within!
Tally'ho!
Yes, Abby...That's your husband in his underwear. Thanks for sharing your thoughts...
Pffft...Yes, I laughed out loud at this, as he was practicing speech by talking to the mirror about whoohoo. That's something to practice for your promotion with.
Clearly, her cleanliness will forever get the better of me.
More promotion skilling...I seriously wonder what he's looking at, since this is pointed towards nothingness...Whatever it is, he's determined to see it!
I swear, she thinks of nothing else, seriously. I mean, it's CLOGGED, and she's CLEANING IT.
Every Sim I've ever had, regardless of mechanical skill, has a terrible time with unclogging toilets. Is it just me?
You can tell there was some nursery chimes at the end of last update, because she's already exhausted. Him? He wore himself out with the toilet.
Yes, I'm trusting her with heat, and thusly fire. Probably not a good idea, considering she's carrying a potential heir...
Farmhouse bread with ham and fried egg. STOP MAKING ME HUNGRY, ABBY.
This right here is where the phone starting pissing me the hell off. The damn thing rang, over and over again, for the next few days...To the point where I literally couldn't keep up with it, especially when Nick was at work and Abby's needs were plummeting because of her pregnancy.
I'm not even sure who she's talking to and I'm pissed at them.
This was extremely gratifying. She hung up the phone in mid-sentence and bolted for the toilet. Considering how clean she is, you can tell by the state of the toilet why.
Time for you to start helping with the housework, Nick.
Call #2.
It seems like Julia is a little more enthused by his greeting this time around, as are Lilly and Rachel. His outgoing nature is infectious, maybe?
A familiar sight; a group of four eating at the table. When they get a bigger house, I assure you, they get a bigger table. Too many guests wind up sitting, alone, on the couch.
Abby's aspiration was in the red, so it was time to meet some of her goals! She's a popularity Sim, so she had wants to be best friends with Rachel and razzmahtazz. This took only one interaction to complete, and she was in a much better mood afterward.
Call #3, and it didn't make me happy.
Call #4. Talk about rubbing salt in the wound.
Apparently these two find it incredibly amusing that they're wearing the exact same skirt.
As is common with pregnant Sims, she was starving again already. Sometimes, I swear, it's impossible to keep up.
That, uh...Looks a little painful there, Abby. You're supposed to eat your food, not snort it.
...There are no words...
She dropped on her way to the bed. I had to leave her there, in the crux between the kitchen and the living area, for a bit before she had enough stamina to get up to the bed. Thanks to InSIM/InTEEN, I'm dreading miscarriage at this point.
I swear, he only got rid of the visitors so he could sit and hork his chips in privacy.
Pop~!
Apparently my female Sims have decided any kind of ice cream is the breakfast of champions. On a less piggish note, she's still running like clockwork and getting up at the same time, AND she got a cooking level.
Sadly, she had to head right back to bed. Her needs just plummeted, and she hit the sack just as Nick was waking up. Nice timing, as always.
What is this I don't even.
YES, for the love of all things holy, sell that awful thing! §12, whoo. < /sarcasm >
And once again, they're out of food. Of course! Well, guess what? Time to go on their whopping second date. Off to Don Calamari's!
This is kind of eerie. Same table, and she wants the same food. Nick wants...
AHH, Jeffrey Dahmer!
Lobster thermidor, because it's the best food they have, and Abby is starving. Of course, she's the one dying of hunger and carrying a second human being (albeit small) in her body, but Nick is the one shoveling the food in his face. I don't think I've ever seen anyone spoon lobster shell down their throat before though...
Apparently, everything is all better now.
And stalker townie is stalking.
Look, ma! The user control panel! Don't ask me why the hell I didn't take it off, or how I didn't.
To tell you the truth, I almost never by magazines for them. I don't know entirely why. It'd probably be a good idea to have them around for the heirs to read, but oh well. They'll be too busy making me heirs supporting their families anyway.
Stalker-ish screenshot of Nick buying the food they need to fill their fridge, since they're here.
And Abby went shopping for toddler clothes, because I refuse to subject their offspring to Maxis crap.
Also, look ma! The user control panel again!
And back to the register again, to pick up the other two videogames, since the snowboarding one is starting to drive me bonkers.
Yeah, I guess their fridge was a tad...Um, sparse.
Nap time for mom-to-be, while dad-to-be gets to cleaning things up around the house.
There's a classy meal; sushi! And since it's raw, there was no chance of him burning the house down with it!
God. Damn. Phone. I've never mentioned it before, but it's always had a knack for ringing as soon as they sit down to eat dinner, as you can see.
Yes, it's ringing AGAIN.
What? I was calling from work then? What's up with that?
That's OK, Nick. You go ahead and paint something else horrifying, while your pregnant wife flips out over the alarm clock waking her up five seconds after she went to bed. And FYI, does anyone else detest that they can bitch about their environment rating dropping like a brick because of the alarm, but can't shut it off?
If Nick gets to hog the easel still after all this time, I guess I'll leave Abby to relax with a book for a while.
Or, he could go downstairs and faceplant into his bowl of cereal. Why, I don't know, because he wasn't really hungry, and was standing right next to the bed, having to come downstairs to the kitchen to eat.
For some reason, she was having none of that "relaxing with a book" stuff, and decided to...Come downstairs and read a book. Sometimes Sims just make no sense.
She autonomously gave herself a bubblebath, which wore her out, so she took herself to bed. It's at this point that I finally realize I missed the second pop. I can only venture a guess that it happened while she was freaking out over the alarm clock before, because I was fast-forwarding at the time before I realized she was up.
Yep. Definitely missed the second pop. She no sooner laid down, and she had to get up for this.
Thank you, Sim!Jesus, for not being twins. This is a little girl named Hailey, with brown hair and her father's custom brown eyes.
And I leave you with this outdoor screenshot of what their new, expanded lot and house look like for the next update. Unfortunately, I kind of screwed myself with it, by not paying attention to their funds and making it too large to furnish...Hopefully I'll get them some money to fix it up (be)for(e) the beginning of generation 2!
! WARNING !
Probably a fair amount of foul language within!
Tally'ho!
Yes, Abby...That's your husband in his underwear. Thanks for sharing your thoughts...
Pffft...Yes, I laughed out loud at this, as he was practicing speech by talking to the mirror about whoohoo. That's something to practice for your promotion with.
Clearly, her cleanliness will forever get the better of me.
More promotion skilling...I seriously wonder what he's looking at, since this is pointed towards nothingness...Whatever it is, he's determined to see it!
I swear, she thinks of nothing else, seriously. I mean, it's CLOGGED, and she's CLEANING IT.
Every Sim I've ever had, regardless of mechanical skill, has a terrible time with unclogging toilets. Is it just me?
You can tell there was some nursery chimes at the end of last update, because she's already exhausted. Him? He wore himself out with the toilet.
Yes, I'm trusting her with heat, and thusly fire. Probably not a good idea, considering she's carrying a potential heir...
Farmhouse bread with ham and fried egg. STOP MAKING ME HUNGRY, ABBY.
This right here is where the phone starting pissing me the hell off. The damn thing rang, over and over again, for the next few days...To the point where I literally couldn't keep up with it, especially when Nick was at work and Abby's needs were plummeting because of her pregnancy.
I'm not even sure who she's talking to and I'm pissed at them.
This was extremely gratifying. She hung up the phone in mid-sentence and bolted for the toilet. Considering how clean she is, you can tell by the state of the toilet why.
Time for you to start helping with the housework, Nick.
Call #2.
It seems like Julia is a little more enthused by his greeting this time around, as are Lilly and Rachel. His outgoing nature is infectious, maybe?
A familiar sight; a group of four eating at the table. When they get a bigger house, I assure you, they get a bigger table. Too many guests wind up sitting, alone, on the couch.
Abby's aspiration was in the red, so it was time to meet some of her goals! She's a popularity Sim, so she had wants to be best friends with Rachel and razzmahtazz. This took only one interaction to complete, and she was in a much better mood afterward.
Call #3, and it didn't make me happy.
Call #4. Talk about rubbing salt in the wound.
Apparently these two find it incredibly amusing that they're wearing the exact same skirt.
As is common with pregnant Sims, she was starving again already. Sometimes, I swear, it's impossible to keep up.
That, uh...Looks a little painful there, Abby. You're supposed to eat your food, not snort it.
...There are no words...
She dropped on her way to the bed. I had to leave her there, in the crux between the kitchen and the living area, for a bit before she had enough stamina to get up to the bed. Thanks to InSIM/InTEEN, I'm dreading miscarriage at this point.
I swear, he only got rid of the visitors so he could sit and hork his chips in privacy.
Pop~!
Apparently my female Sims have decided any kind of ice cream is the breakfast of champions. On a less piggish note, she's still running like clockwork and getting up at the same time, AND she got a cooking level.
Sadly, she had to head right back to bed. Her needs just plummeted, and she hit the sack just as Nick was waking up. Nice timing, as always.
What is this I don't even.
YES, for the love of all things holy, sell that awful thing! §12, whoo. < /sarcasm >
And once again, they're out of food. Of course! Well, guess what? Time to go on their whopping second date. Off to Don Calamari's!
This is kind of eerie. Same table, and she wants the same food. Nick wants...
AHH, Jeffrey Dahmer!
Lobster thermidor, because it's the best food they have, and Abby is starving. Of course, she's the one dying of hunger and carrying a second human being (albeit small) in her body, but Nick is the one shoveling the food in his face. I don't think I've ever seen anyone spoon lobster shell down their throat before though...
Apparently, everything is all better now.
And stalker townie is stalking.
Look, ma! The user control panel! Don't ask me why the hell I didn't take it off, or how I didn't.
To tell you the truth, I almost never by magazines for them. I don't know entirely why. It'd probably be a good idea to have them around for the heirs to read, but oh well. They'll be too busy making me heirs supporting their families anyway.
Stalker-ish screenshot of Nick buying the food they need to fill their fridge, since they're here.
And Abby went shopping for toddler clothes, because I refuse to subject their offspring to Maxis crap.
Also, look ma! The user control panel again!
And back to the register again, to pick up the other two videogames, since the snowboarding one is starting to drive me bonkers.
Yeah, I guess their fridge was a tad...Um, sparse.
Nap time for mom-to-be, while dad-to-be gets to cleaning things up around the house.
There's a classy meal; sushi! And since it's raw, there was no chance of him burning the house down with it!
God. Damn. Phone. I've never mentioned it before, but it's always had a knack for ringing as soon as they sit down to eat dinner, as you can see.
Yes, it's ringing AGAIN.
What? I was calling from work then? What's up with that?
That's OK, Nick. You go ahead and paint something else horrifying, while your pregnant wife flips out over the alarm clock waking her up five seconds after she went to bed. And FYI, does anyone else detest that they can bitch about their environment rating dropping like a brick because of the alarm, but can't shut it off?
If Nick gets to hog the easel still after all this time, I guess I'll leave Abby to relax with a book for a while.
Or, he could go downstairs and faceplant into his bowl of cereal. Why, I don't know, because he wasn't really hungry, and was standing right next to the bed, having to come downstairs to the kitchen to eat.
For some reason, she was having none of that "relaxing with a book" stuff, and decided to...Come downstairs and read a book. Sometimes Sims just make no sense.
She autonomously gave herself a bubblebath, which wore her out, so she took herself to bed. It's at this point that I finally realize I missed the second pop. I can only venture a guess that it happened while she was freaking out over the alarm clock before, because I was fast-forwarding at the time before I realized she was up.
Yep. Definitely missed the second pop. She no sooner laid down, and she had to get up for this.
Thank you, Sim!Jesus, for not being twins. This is a little girl named Hailey, with brown hair and her father's custom brown eyes.
And I leave you with this outdoor screenshot of what their new, expanded lot and house look like for the next update. Unfortunately, I kind of screwed myself with it, by not paying attention to their funds and making it too large to furnish...Hopefully I'll get them some money to fix it up (be)for(e) the beginning of generation 2!