TS4: The Rad Legacy [1]
I was really apprehensive about sharing this, but I think it could be fun.
I wasn't feeling like I was getting my money's worth out of TS4, mostly because I was playing TS2 and TS3 instead. So I decided to try a legacy. Because let's face it, it's the most generic sims challenge ever. I did have an ISBI, but I didn't feel like I could really explore the game while only controlling one sim.
So that's what this is, a legacy, whilst I explore what this game has to offer me.
And bear with me, because I'm still new to TS4. I'm still overwhelmed by the prettiness of it all.
This is Alison Rad, one of the first few sims I’ve played with TS4. Seriously, I’ve played like three households. Hers being the third.
Anyway, her traits are childish, genius & bookworm, though I also have alluring down for some reason. That's probably something to do with her aspriation, I'm guessing.
Also, her surname? No I don't remember why I chose it. She was a creation in the demo that I carried across to the real game.
Behold, a beautiful legacy shack!
Yes, I used the prebuilt rooms. They finally put in an option for lazy builders like me - I prefer to modify rather than to build from scratch. So the prebuilt rooms just give me something to work with later on, I guess.
Naturally, the first order of the day is to go make friends. I tried something else, letting Alison decide was to do, but she just stood around. Do I have to do all the work?
Anyway, she decided to talk to people in the local area. Not a lot of them seemed to hit it off with her. Also, for the poorest neighbourhood in Willow Creek, there seem to be a lot of people doing the snob walk.
So naturally, I got distracted by the prettiness of TS4 while Alison hunted for frogs.
I have no idea why she can search for frogs in logs. Unless it’s something to do with that old rhyme (there’s a snail on the tail of the frog on the log, etc.)
And then she met this miserable sod.
“How can you be sad? Look what a beautiful day it is!”
“Nope.”
She managed to cheer him up, though it probably had something to do with this stranger sniffing her hair. I think his name is Nixon.
I love that sims can just wander up and join the conversation. I’m calling this dude fashionably challenged, and Alison seems to agree with me. She stuck an arm through her boob trying to take in the hilarity of his outfit.
I have no idea what was said, but from Alison’s face, you can tell it was embarrassing.
Fashionably-challenged hipster-dude seems quite proud of whatever he just said, though.
Later that day and Alison is visited by Miserable Sod and Nixon, who for some reason tries to impress them with his awesome push-up skills.
That’s energised sims for you.
That lady looks angry. I wonder what her problem is?
…yes, I spent a lot of the time looking at passers-by and wondering why they feel the way they do.
“Ah, these peasants, congregating on the street rather than in the parlour. Good show!”
I’ve always pictured the Goths as a ridiculously upper-class British family. I have no idea why. But if you think of your traditional British stereotype, that’s my view of the Goths.
Anyway, after Mortimer’s delight at watching the ‘peasants in the street’, Alison and her boys take the conversation inside…to the bedroom for some reason.
Guess I was just wasting simoleans when I built that living room.
“Hey guys, what are we talking about in here?”
“How much better beds are than arm chairs!”
“That’s my favourite subject! Let’s discuss it ALL night!”
“Alison. Psst. Alison.”
Nixon and Miserable Sod spent far too much time at the house after Alison had fallen asleep. But what else is new for sims.
Again with the emotional walk-bys. Why is this mail man sad?
And why won’t Nixon find a new family to bother 24/7?
Ever seen a sim tense-dance? It looks like this, and a lot of stomping.
It amused me for a few minutes.
I also never get tired of watching sims scrape food off the bottom of pans.
I’m at uni, and I don’t think I’ve met anyone that bad at cooking!
Another day and another step forward with the husband hunt. I’m kind of curious as to why all of Willow Creek’s bachelors have black hair.
I wanted genetic variety, dammit! But I suppose that could wait for a generation.
The poor mailman is still sad. I wonder what’s upsetting him?
That evening, Alison invited all of her friends over.
You know that guy jogging earlier with the bandana? Somehow has a sense of style. And enough common sense to know that if you’re invited in, you’re pretty much welcome to sit down.
The rest of Alison’s guest? Well…
How many men can you cram into an undecorated porch without it being awkward?
This gathering is beginning to look like a bachelor challenge.
Or the most awkward game of charades ever.
I caved and gave the house blue sliding so matched all of the other houses in the area. My brick monstrosity was really sticking out in such a pretty neighbourhood.
It’s still a really crappy house, but at least it doesn’t stick out like a sore thumb anymore.
Multi-tasking at its finest, modelling clay on the toilet.
I didn’t expect it, but I guess it’s pretty cool.
The next day, and Miserable Sod decides he wants to hang out with Alison. I said yes, because hey, a legacy goes nowhere without a spouse.
Turns out his name is Dax, so I’ll try calling him that instead of Miserable Sod from now on.
Since he’s the guy she has the highest relationship with, Alison tried flirting with him. Surprisingly, it went well, despite the fact they’re apparently not friends.
I have no idea how relationship building functions in this game.
You guys like awkward first kisses, right?
I’m not really sure why their lips don’t touch. Maybe I missed the actual kiss?
Either way, I’m not sure Dax is impressed.
“I’ll give you this rose if you shave off your douchebag moustache?”
“You’re joking right? My ‘stache is glorious.”
“No.”
After that, woohoo was had.
Again, surprising. I didn’t think they were that friendly with one another!
Well-dressed Jogger is back, and being awkward for the first time.
I’m pretty sure this is when she flirted with him and he turned her down. Alison was just trying to keep her options open, but Well-dressed Jogger wasn’t having it.
So she went to work.
And he decided to upstage her skills with the modelling clay, just for good measure.
“Revenge for flirting with me even though I’m single!”
So it’s back to having Dax over, and the pair of them behave like a proper couple.
Breakfast while flirting with each other? Sounds like a couple to me.
Well, no time like the present, and seeing as the option popped up…
“Dax, will you marry me?”
“Alison, we’ve known each other like three days. We’re not even friends yet, technically.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So nothing! Give me that rock!”
I was surprised by his acceptance. I really need to play this game some more, I guess. Everything feels so new and surprising!
In true legacy style, the wedding was held immediately, although I opted for a proper party and whatnot.
Not that any of the guests really paid attention. And Alison didn’t even bother changing clothes.
Have another awkward almost-kiss.
Maybe their lips touched, maybe they didn’t. Who knows! I certainly don’t.
After that, life continued as it had before - with toys and modelling clay all over the counters. As well as dirty dishes and - oh look, a wedding cake.
Although Dax would rather have cereal than cake for some reason.
I like how sims get really dirty when their hygiene is low in addition to the green stink from their armpits.
Alison actually looks like she’s enjoying her stink, though.
“What do you mean you’re pregnant?!”
Oh yeah, Dax’s traits. Turns out his Hates Children. Good choice for a husband there, Alison. He’s also Neat (I’ve never seen the guy clean a dish) and a Glutton. So that’s interesting, right?
I think I might start calling him Miserable Sod again.
“Are you sure you’re pregnant?”
“Yes, Dax. Can you see my stomach? Isn’t it a little pregnancy-shaped?”
“Yes, but are you sure?”
Alison then stabbed herself in the eye with her action figure.
These two are so ready to become parents.
And we’ll finish off with Dax soaking his troubles away in the new pool. They kept whining for one, and now that they have it, they’re kind of addicted to swimming.
Anyway, I’ll see you next time for BABIES.
:)