Sayer Legacy: Generation 3.5
Sorry for the lack of updates. Work has slowly been draining me of life. Hurgle burgle.
Warnings: May contain language, cheerleaders, tonsil hockey, Castor Nova, nudity, and mad smustling, betch! (x2)
Previously Ark was chosen as Gen 3 heir and got his ass sucker-shipped to the Clam Chowder Greek house. Haven moved in after a semester. A womb walked past the front lawn. Streakers randomly combusted. Chaos ensued. And to summarize where we left off...
Ark: Dude, I totally got laid last night. :D
Ashley: Oh yeah? Well I laid your mom last night.
Ark: ... I don't have a Mom?
Ashley: Well fuck.
Graduating senior year apparently invoked the childish impulses Ark never got as a child.
It also invoked something I like to call "Mr. Freeze syndrome."
Ark, however, is one of the few sims that I have that is smart enough to autonomously light a fire over taking a shower when in a state of ice-sculpture.
And by smart I mean a total fucking retard Sayer.
Yeah, why spy on the hot Greek girls across the street when you can spy on that sexy foliage, you naughty boy you?
Wow, this shit really does write itself.
Ark: Ashley, quick. I think Haven's gonna lose his asexuality.
Ashley: Shaddup, man. You're totally ruining my pretend-to-play-the-game-and-secretly-check-out-cheerleader-boobage plan. Jebus.
Cheertits: Y'know, if you squint like this, it almost looks like you're winning.
(You'd think after two years of college with her I'd remember her name. You'd think.)
Life was getting boring so I invited Sunny over for kicks.
And no, that is not the Mortality Adjuster in the background. Idon'tknowwhatthefuckytou'retalkingaboutokay.
Sunny: I totally stole you're virginity, didn't I?
Ark: ... Shaddup, betch.
Clearly that wasn't going to stop her anyway.
Haven: Hmm. I believe my brother is partaking in the act of courting to secure the means to pass on his genetic code. A very primal instinct, and here I get to observe it in my own backyard.
Me: ... I think you need to get laid, my favorite little asexual knowledge sim, you really do.
Ashley: You scummy cheating cum-dumpster!
Castor: You're still losing, cockbreath.
(This is pretty much how all the conversations between my (RL) boys and fag hags go, so it requires no creativity on my part, sadly. :/)
Sunny: Bring it on, mommasita.
I love these two far too much, srsly.
Cheertits: Haven, I think I see something up there.
Haven: No worries baby, I'm bringin' in the big guns.
Ark and I seem to be on the same thought line. And the verdict? I still don't know!
And now we bring you a session entitled, Cheering Us To Tears (with bad Simlish attempts)!
Bada suboa boh
Bada suboa nol
Bada banga mada manga, go go go!
Gerbits, gerbits!
GOOOOOOOOOOOOO GERBITS~
Okay. That's it. There's two of them; we're leaving boys.
And leave we did. To Crypto! :D
Haven: So the Sim Goddess tells me I have to find one of those.
Contessa: We are not amused.
Castor: I'm a smexy sailor, so who wants to swab this deck with me? :D
Me: I really worry about you. I do.
Tara, I'm hoping that has a lot to do with the branch through your forehead and nothing else.
Haven: So want to come back to my place and let me calculate the "degree" of your angular curves? :D
Contessa: ... Eww.
Oh yeah, this night is going SWELL.
Tara: I'm pretty sure my husband would love to break and enter YOUR ass.
Okay, time to go back home now. Run~
Castor: Hey guys, how did it--
Ark and Haven: Drive, now.
And on their return home they were promptly greeted by their live-in self-esteem builder. Guh.
Cheertits: Gerbits, gerbits, goo--
Ark: OUT NOW GODAMMIT BETCH I WANNA SHIT!
Ark: Even as I eat this pizza, my sheer brilliance penetrates the core of this room.
Cheertits: Go gerbits!
Me: IS COLLEGE OVER YET PLZ?!
Ark: Mmm, yeah, I totally brought sexy back, Justin. *snore*
And while Ark's ego went on a trip, the cow returned! :O
Castor: Bwoken nowse, wtf!?
Haven: The anguish... MAKE IT END!
Ark: *snore*
Just... ouch.
Not my Haven! D:
And since one Sayer's never enough...
Ark's the only one mean enough in the house though to put the cow in its place. Pointy finger to the nose FTW!
Anyway, on a completely unrelated note, I always tend to think of Ark and Haven as twins despite the fact they aren't. And here's some of my pic proof as to why...
ARK AND HAVEN PIC SPAM OF FAIL!
I love you Haven, but Ark still has the best angry faces. :3
Maid: MAKE IT END!!
Ark: Y'know, I think I've perfected the art of WooHoo.
Ashley: *hate*
Castor: Yeah, I'd like to get a manwhich on whole wheat. What, no whole wheat? ... Yeah, white's good.
Only a knowledge sim would enjoy being cheered to tears while writing a term paper. Bloody masochist.
:D
:D
... :D
Okay, the fact these guys actually did this autonomously, and quite frequently, was a little... disturbing.
... Ark, that's not your bed? D:
Um, Castor... wtf?
BREAK OUT~
Ark: Wedgie, bitch!
Ashley: D:
Haven: :O
...
.......
NOOOOOO, YOU'VE BEEN CORRUPTED~
Ashley: I'd totally like to chain YOU to the bed.
Ark: Hmm, I would make those cuffs look pretty damn sexy.
Watching you, bitch. Hawk. Eyes.
It's not my fault you fail at the whole "free will" concept.
Ever have your sims autonomously chase after walk-bys? Well, Ark spontaneously ran out of the Greek house, so I followed him and found this:
Yeah, you are officially a whore.
Sunny: *with a new and improved ACR dress preference* So wanna go for the gold?
I'll take that as a yes.
And downstairs...
Castor: I'm high like an ice-cream sunday! 8D
Ashley: Mmmm.... sunday...
Haven and Sunny finally met. It was epic.
Sunny: I don't talk to Trekies. Go ask Scotty to beam you up or whatever.
Haven: ... Okay. ._.
:DDD
:D
I think we're ready to go back home. Finish college, FINISH~
Castor: So the plan is we double-date hot old bachelors.
Castor: And while Haven and I keep them "occupied," Ashley, you break into the safe and steal all the dough.
Ashley: And then with our multi-millions, the evil smog-causing corporations will HAVE to listen to us!
Ashley: Cuz you gotta save the flower, man!
Ark: ... you do know Haven left an hour ago, rite?
Oh would you just pick a brother and be done with it. x.x
Ark: Ashley's standing behind me with a water balloon, isn't he?
Me: Uh, well...
*plash* (Pop and splash!)
Ark: I can't believe you had the nerve to wet my awesomeness!
Ashley: I can't believe you had the nerve to poke me for wetting your awesomeness!
Haven: Ashley, look! It's Brad Pitt skydiving off our roof while naked!
Haven, I totally underestimated your Sayer-ness. :O
Ashley: I totally don't see it. You sure it was our roo--
*plash!*
Ghei.
Ghei.
emo!Ghei
Gh... Wait what? D:
YAY IT'S FINALLY OVER LET'S GET OUT OF HERE NOW THX
Ark: Someone, make the horror end!
Castor: Roger! *thwack*
And back to Isliana we go~
(Isliana = my custom legacy neighborhood.)
Just in time to meet another new family member, Remy cat! (Who you'll learn more of in the next post.)
Meanwhile back at the Greek house...
...
Next Update: Gen 4.0, bitches!
Backtrack:
1.0, 1.1, 1.2
2.0, 2.1, 2.2, 2.3
3.0, 3.1, 3.2, 3.3, 3.4
Warnings: May contain language, cheerleaders, tonsil hockey, Castor Nova, nudity, and mad smustling, betch! (x2)
Previously Ark was chosen as Gen 3 heir and got his ass sucker-shipped to the Clam Chowder Greek house. Haven moved in after a semester. A womb walked past the front lawn. Streakers randomly combusted. Chaos ensued. And to summarize where we left off...
Ark: Dude, I totally got laid last night. :D
Ashley: Oh yeah? Well I laid your mom last night.
Ark: ... I don't have a Mom?
Ashley: Well fuck.
Graduating senior year apparently invoked the childish impulses Ark never got as a child.
It also invoked something I like to call "Mr. Freeze syndrome."
Ark, however, is one of the few sims that I have that is smart enough to autonomously light a fire over taking a shower when in a state of ice-sculpture.
And by smart I mean a total fucking retard Sayer.
Yeah, why spy on the hot Greek girls across the street when you can spy on that sexy foliage, you naughty boy you?
Wow, this shit really does write itself.
Ark: Ashley, quick. I think Haven's gonna lose his asexuality.
Ashley: Shaddup, man. You're totally ruining my pretend-to-play-the-game-and-secretly-check-out-cheerleader-boobage plan. Jebus.
Cheertits: Y'know, if you squint like this, it almost looks like you're winning.
(You'd think after two years of college with her I'd remember her name. You'd think.)
Life was getting boring so I invited Sunny over for kicks.
And no, that is not the Mortality Adjuster in the background. Idon'tknowwhatthefuckytou'retalkingaboutokay.
Sunny: I totally stole you're virginity, didn't I?
Ark: ... Shaddup, betch.
Clearly that wasn't going to stop her anyway.
Haven: Hmm. I believe my brother is partaking in the act of courting to secure the means to pass on his genetic code. A very primal instinct, and here I get to observe it in my own backyard.
Me: ... I think you need to get laid, my favorite little asexual knowledge sim, you really do.
Ashley: You scummy cheating cum-dumpster!
Castor: You're still losing, cockbreath.
(This is pretty much how all the conversations between my (RL) boys and fag hags go, so it requires no creativity on my part, sadly. :/)
Sunny: Bring it on, mommasita.
I love these two far too much, srsly.
Cheertits: Haven, I think I see something up there.
Haven: No worries baby, I'm bringin' in the big guns.
Ark and I seem to be on the same thought line. And the verdict? I still don't know!
And now we bring you a session entitled, Cheering Us To Tears (with bad Simlish attempts)!
Bada suboa boh
Bada suboa nol
Bada banga mada manga, go go go!
Gerbits, gerbits!
GOOOOOOOOOOOOO GERBITS~
Okay. That's it. There's two of them; we're leaving boys.
And leave we did. To Crypto! :D
Haven: So the Sim Goddess tells me I have to find one of those.
Contessa: We are not amused.
Castor: I'm a smexy sailor, so who wants to swab this deck with me? :D
Me: I really worry about you. I do.
Tara, I'm hoping that has a lot to do with the branch through your forehead and nothing else.
Haven: So want to come back to my place and let me calculate the "degree" of your angular curves? :D
Contessa: ... Eww.
Oh yeah, this night is going SWELL.
Tara: I'm pretty sure my husband would love to break and enter YOUR ass.
Okay, time to go back home now. Run~
Castor: Hey guys, how did it--
Ark and Haven: Drive, now.
And on their return home they were promptly greeted by their live-in self-esteem builder. Guh.
Cheertits: Gerbits, gerbits, goo--
Ark: OUT NOW GODAMMIT BETCH I WANNA SHIT!
Ark: Even as I eat this pizza, my sheer brilliance penetrates the core of this room.
Cheertits: Go gerbits!
Me: IS COLLEGE OVER YET PLZ?!
Ark: Mmm, yeah, I totally brought sexy back, Justin. *snore*
And while Ark's ego went on a trip, the cow returned! :O
Castor: Bwoken nowse, wtf!?
Haven: The anguish... MAKE IT END!
Ark: *snore*
Just... ouch.
Not my Haven! D:
And since one Sayer's never enough...
Ark's the only one mean enough in the house though to put the cow in its place. Pointy finger to the nose FTW!
Anyway, on a completely unrelated note, I always tend to think of Ark and Haven as twins despite the fact they aren't. And here's some of my pic proof as to why...
ARK AND HAVEN PIC SPAM OF FAIL!
I love you Haven, but Ark still has the best angry faces. :3
Maid: MAKE IT END!!
Ark: Y'know, I think I've perfected the art of WooHoo.
Ashley: *hate*
Castor: Yeah, I'd like to get a manwhich on whole wheat. What, no whole wheat? ... Yeah, white's good.
Only a knowledge sim would enjoy being cheered to tears while writing a term paper. Bloody masochist.
:D
:D
... :D
Okay, the fact these guys actually did this autonomously, and quite frequently, was a little... disturbing.
... Ark, that's not your bed? D:
Um, Castor... wtf?
BREAK OUT~
Ark: Wedgie, bitch!
Ashley: D:
Haven: :O
...
.......
NOOOOOO, YOU'VE BEEN CORRUPTED~
Ashley: I'd totally like to chain YOU to the bed.
Ark: Hmm, I would make those cuffs look pretty damn sexy.
Watching you, bitch. Hawk. Eyes.
It's not my fault you fail at the whole "free will" concept.
Ever have your sims autonomously chase after walk-bys? Well, Ark spontaneously ran out of the Greek house, so I followed him and found this:
Yeah, you are officially a whore.
Sunny: *with a new and improved ACR dress preference* So wanna go for the gold?
I'll take that as a yes.
And downstairs...
Castor: I'm high like an ice-cream sunday! 8D
Ashley: Mmmm.... sunday...
Haven and Sunny finally met. It was epic.
Sunny: I don't talk to Trekies. Go ask Scotty to beam you up or whatever.
Haven: ... Okay. ._.
:DDD
:D
I think we're ready to go back home. Finish college, FINISH~
Castor: So the plan is we double-date hot old bachelors.
Castor: And while Haven and I keep them "occupied," Ashley, you break into the safe and steal all the dough.
Ashley: And then with our multi-millions, the evil smog-causing corporations will HAVE to listen to us!
Ashley: Cuz you gotta save the flower, man!
Ark: ... you do know Haven left an hour ago, rite?
Oh would you just pick a brother and be done with it. x.x
Ark: Ashley's standing behind me with a water balloon, isn't he?
Me: Uh, well...
*plash* (Pop and splash!)
Ark: I can't believe you had the nerve to wet my awesomeness!
Ashley: I can't believe you had the nerve to poke me for wetting your awesomeness!
Haven: Ashley, look! It's Brad Pitt skydiving off our roof while naked!
Haven, I totally underestimated your Sayer-ness. :O
Ashley: I totally don't see it. You sure it was our roo--
*plash!*
Ghei.
Ghei.
emo!Ghei
Gh... Wait what? D:
YAY IT'S FINALLY OVER LET'S GET OUT OF HERE NOW THX
Ark: Someone, make the horror end!
Castor: Roger! *thwack*
And back to Isliana we go~
(Isliana = my custom legacy neighborhood.)
Just in time to meet another new family member, Remy cat! (Who you'll learn more of in the next post.)
Meanwhile back at the Greek house...
...
Next Update: Gen 4.0, bitches!
Backtrack:
1.0, 1.1, 1.2
2.0, 2.1, 2.2, 2.3
3.0, 3.1, 3.2, 3.3, 3.4