Generation Four: Part Two
On our last episode, Kendra married Jason and popped out three kids: Cody, a really whiny little asshole, Mr. Smileyface Linden, and the most ignored and neglected child evar, Dionne. Worried about Danica's future intentions towards her great-grandchildren, I killed her-THOUGH I WILL MISS HER GREATLY I SWEAR IT. Hayden also died.
Dionne had to choose the moment her grandfather died to grow up. Fantastic.
At least she's cute!
She's still generally ignored, though. It doesn't help that she always asks her family to read to her when they're sleeping. It's sad to watch her stand there for an hour, hoping they'll wake up and pay attention to her. Sad in a really funny way.
Oh, Cody grew up, too. And yes, I purposely picked a hairstyle that would cover most of his face.
Cody Dallas
Aspiration: Romance
LTW: Become Hall of Famer
Zodiac: Gemini
Sloppy/Neat: 6
Shy/Outgoing: 9
Lazy/Active: 9
Serious/Playful: 10
Grouchy/Nice: 1
Turn ons: Formal wear, makeup
Turn off: Swimwear
Oh, and I just realized that I forgot to give you Jason's stats. If anyone actually cares, I added them to the last update.
Kendra: Grandpa went far far away to a place called Heaven-
Linden: Look, all I wanna know is why the hell did he have to croak in my room?
No, Linden did not get a tan. But he did bring this clone home from school with him. I was extremely confused for the rest of that day.
Dionne: Wait a second... that kid isn't my brother. What the hell is going on?
Headmaster: *pedosmiles*
Jason: And this is our bedroom!
Headmaster: Wow! I especially like the woman sleeping in her nightie! Who's your decorator?
Poor Dionne is the first Sim I've had to have nightmares. I am a little concerned that they're about the creepy Headmaster, though. Maxis, you have a sick sense of humor sometimes.
Kendra: ...Who the hell is this kid and why is she sleeping in my house?
Dionne: Mommy, can you read me a story? Please? Mommy? Mommy, please?
Kendra: There's that strange kid again. What is she still doing here?
Dionne: Mommy, please? A story? Please? ...Mommy?
Sigh.
Cody and Linden hang out in Dionne's room all the time. That's sort of not ignoring her. Right? Sort of?
Linden grows up. He's not a clone of Cody after all-they have different noses. Unfortunately that doesn't make him any less ugly than his brother.
Linden Dallas
Aspiration: Family
LTW: Have six grandchildren
Zodiac: Aries
Sloppy/Neat: 5
Shy/Outgoing: 9
Lazy/Active: 6
Serious/Playful: 4
Grouchy/Nice: 7
Turn ons: Black hair, cologne
Turn off: Stink
He seems to think he's hot stuff, though.
Wonder where he got that from?
It's nice to see the boys are still such great friends.
Best Sim face ever, y/n?
I sent Cody off to college in the middle of a hailstorm. It would've been pretty cool if the hail killed him on the way to the taxi. Sadly, it didn't.
This is how Linden said goodbye.
Linden: HAPPY BIRTHD... wait, who's birthday is it again?
Benjamin Long's Irish Nephew: I don't know, I don't even see a kid. Or a cake. Are you sure it's even someone's birthday?
Dionne: *is so used to being ignored she is completely unfazed by this*
HEIR.
Dionne Dallas
Aspiration: Fortune
LTW: Become Chief of Staff
Zodiac: Aries
Sloppy/Neat: 4
Shy/Outgoing: 9
Lazy/Active: 6
Serious/Playful: 2
Grouchy/Nice: 4
Turn ons: Fatness, glasses
Turn off: Blonde hair
Inferiority complex, maybe?
Benjamin Long's Irish Nephew: Dude, I'm super awesome. You should totally hook me up with your hot sister.
Linden: Oh hell no, you stay away from my sister! I claimed her ages ago.
Great-uncle Troy is still alive and kicking. My bad.
The DJ, on the other hand, is a zombie. ...Que?!
Dionne's a total sweetheart, if you couldn't tell.
Just as warm and friendly as Great Grandma Danica!
There is someone she likes, though.
And the feeling is mutual! Finally!
...Or not. Can't you damned townies ever make up your mind?
Let's see if Linden is faring any better.
Great success!
Linden's Girlfriend: Hey Mr. Dallas! I just made out with your son like two seconds ago! It was so hot!
Jason: *pretends he didn't hear that*
Dionne gave her a makeover, and that's when I realized how much they look alike. No wonder Linden likes her.
Jason: Congratulations on moving out, son!
Linden: But I still live h... oh... oh, I see where you're going with this.
Jason: SEEEEE YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
So I sent Dionne and Benjamin Long's Irish Nephew on a date. I guess we can start calling him by his actual name now, which is Greg Bryant.
Waiter: May I take your or... hey, I know you! I saw you in that movie! Yeah! In Schoolboy Slu-
Greg: I'LL HAVE A NECTARINE TARTLET PLEASE.
Well look who it is!
Snakeskin Jacket Hottie: Look kid, you're cute, but I am so not going to jail for you. Call me in a few years.
Dionne: Aw, but... HEY WAIT LOOK AT THAT!
Dionne: HAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG THAT'S SOOOOOOOOOOOO FUNNY!
Dionne: THAT BANNER HAS A LLAMA ON IT HAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAAA!
Dionne: OH MAN YOUR HAIR IS SO STUPID-LOOKING HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAA!
Dionne: HERE LET ME FIX IT FOR YOU!
Greg: BITCH, YOU'RE CRAZY!
Dionne: Oh yeah, well-OMG HOLD ON!
Dionne: WAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA HAHAHAH AHHAHAH AHAHAHAHAA AHAHAHAAAAAAAHA!!!!!!11!1
Dionne: THAT BATHROOM DOOR OH MAN THAT'S FUNNY HAHAAAAAAHAHAWAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
Dionne: SERIOUSLY WHO WEARS SNAKESKIN? HAHAAAAAAHAWAHAHAAAHAHA YOU NERD!
Snakeskin Jacket Hottie: On second thought, don't call me. Ever.
The next day it was off to college for our lovely albeit somewhat psychotic heir!
BUT FIRST: here's how Cody and Linden turned out. I guess they're not too bad.
But they don't come close to Dionne.
Making friends already, I see.
If bitching at them doesn't work, try flicking them in the forehead!
She developed a cycle for trying to talk to people who were doing other things. First she'd simply try to chat. When that didn't work, she'd try to talk about majors. If they still didn't drop everything to talk to her...
Her next action would be to argue. You can't blame her for being touchy about being ignored, can you?
Dionne: I HATE THAT STUPID MATCHMAKER.
Dionne: MAIDS SUCK, TOO.
Dionne: AND I REALLY CAN'T STAND SUNSHINE!
Dionne: OR OIL!
Dionne: OR TOYS!
Dionne: OR OTHER KINDS OF TOYS!
Dionne: DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON RATS!
Dionne: AND I DEFINITELY DON'T LIKE AWARD SHOWS. STUPID GOLDEN GLOBES!
Dionne: PUZZLES REALLY PISS ME OFF!
Dionne: AND OH MAN, DO I EVER HATE GHOSTS!
Dionne: Did I mention I hate sunshine? WELL I HATE CLOUDY DAYS TOO!
Dionne: AND PEARL NECKLACES ARE THE WORST!
Lonelygirl15: Is there anything you do like?
Dionne: Well... pollution is pretty cool.
She likes streaking, too. My first autonomous streaker!
She wasn't very nice to any of the dormies, but she seriously hated this one chick in particular. She poked her ten times in a row one night, and would've gone on if I hadn't forced her to eat something because her hunger bar was 3/4 empty.
Then the punching bag, who had never retaliated up until now, spontaneously decided she wasn't going to take that shit anymore!
Not so hardcore anymore, are we?
There is another table, but apparently they like the taste of bitter rage on their pancakes.
Pervy Dormie: CATFIGHT! ROWR ROWR! HISS! YEAH BABY!
IT'S ON.
Dionne owned her ass.
Oh hello there Greg! You're looking deliciously grown-up lately! What a coincedence!
...Why.
Pervy Dormie: Man, I don't know which one of you is hotter! Can I watch you guys make out later? Please?
I don't know about you, but I sure wouldn't let the chick who is constantly attacking me give me a makeover.
That would be why.
Punching Bag: Oh hi Dionne! What brings you to my room this morning?
Dionne: A BRUTAL ASS-KICKING, THAT'S WHAT!
Pervy Dormie: Why don't you just bomb her or someth-WHOAAAAA YOU'VE GOT A NICE RACK THERE, BABY!
Pervy Dormie: You ladies stay right there, I'm gonna grab my camcorder real quick!
I think Greg just realized he's about to be trapped into a lifetime of stinking babies and possibly occasional domestic abuse.
However, there is ass-grabbing involved.
So he's totally down with that.
Dionne rolled the want to make out with him... before they even had their first kiss. Jumping the gun a bit, sweetie?
Clearly Greg's all right with moving quickly.
You're... doing it... wrong? I think?
That's better... sort of. Maybe? I really don't know what's going on here.
But it's comforting to know that if Greg isn't very good at it, Dionne can get the job done herself.
Next time on the Dallas legacy...
Dionne kicks more ass!
Dionne graduates college!
Dionne gets knocked up!
Dionne Dionne Dionne!
Dionne had to choose the moment her grandfather died to grow up. Fantastic.
At least she's cute!
She's still generally ignored, though. It doesn't help that she always asks her family to read to her when they're sleeping. It's sad to watch her stand there for an hour, hoping they'll wake up and pay attention to her. Sad in a really funny way.
Oh, Cody grew up, too. And yes, I purposely picked a hairstyle that would cover most of his face.
Cody Dallas
Aspiration: Romance
LTW: Become Hall of Famer
Zodiac: Gemini
Sloppy/Neat: 6
Shy/Outgoing: 9
Lazy/Active: 9
Serious/Playful: 10
Grouchy/Nice: 1
Turn ons: Formal wear, makeup
Turn off: Swimwear
Oh, and I just realized that I forgot to give you Jason's stats. If anyone actually cares, I added them to the last update.
Kendra: Grandpa went far far away to a place called Heaven-
Linden: Look, all I wanna know is why the hell did he have to croak in my room?
No, Linden did not get a tan. But he did bring this clone home from school with him. I was extremely confused for the rest of that day.
Dionne: Wait a second... that kid isn't my brother. What the hell is going on?
Headmaster: *pedosmiles*
Jason: And this is our bedroom!
Headmaster: Wow! I especially like the woman sleeping in her nightie! Who's your decorator?
Poor Dionne is the first Sim I've had to have nightmares. I am a little concerned that they're about the creepy Headmaster, though. Maxis, you have a sick sense of humor sometimes.
Kendra: ...Who the hell is this kid and why is she sleeping in my house?
Dionne: Mommy, can you read me a story? Please? Mommy? Mommy, please?
Kendra: There's that strange kid again. What is she still doing here?
Dionne: Mommy, please? A story? Please? ...Mommy?
Sigh.
Cody and Linden hang out in Dionne's room all the time. That's sort of not ignoring her. Right? Sort of?
Linden grows up. He's not a clone of Cody after all-they have different noses. Unfortunately that doesn't make him any less ugly than his brother.
Linden Dallas
Aspiration: Family
LTW: Have six grandchildren
Zodiac: Aries
Sloppy/Neat: 5
Shy/Outgoing: 9
Lazy/Active: 6
Serious/Playful: 4
Grouchy/Nice: 7
Turn ons: Black hair, cologne
Turn off: Stink
He seems to think he's hot stuff, though.
Wonder where he got that from?
It's nice to see the boys are still such great friends.
Best Sim face ever, y/n?
I sent Cody off to college in the middle of a hailstorm. It would've been pretty cool if the hail killed him on the way to the taxi. Sadly, it didn't.
This is how Linden said goodbye.
Linden: HAPPY BIRTHD... wait, who's birthday is it again?
Benjamin Long's Irish Nephew: I don't know, I don't even see a kid. Or a cake. Are you sure it's even someone's birthday?
Dionne: *is so used to being ignored she is completely unfazed by this*
HEIR.
Dionne Dallas
Aspiration: Fortune
LTW: Become Chief of Staff
Zodiac: Aries
Sloppy/Neat: 4
Shy/Outgoing: 9
Lazy/Active: 6
Serious/Playful: 2
Grouchy/Nice: 4
Turn ons: Fatness, glasses
Turn off: Blonde hair
Inferiority complex, maybe?
Benjamin Long's Irish Nephew: Dude, I'm super awesome. You should totally hook me up with your hot sister.
Linden: Oh hell no, you stay away from my sister! I claimed her ages ago.
Great-uncle Troy is still alive and kicking. My bad.
The DJ, on the other hand, is a zombie. ...Que?!
Dionne's a total sweetheart, if you couldn't tell.
Just as warm and friendly as Great Grandma Danica!
There is someone she likes, though.
And the feeling is mutual! Finally!
...Or not. Can't you damned townies ever make up your mind?
Let's see if Linden is faring any better.
Great success!
Linden's Girlfriend: Hey Mr. Dallas! I just made out with your son like two seconds ago! It was so hot!
Jason: *pretends he didn't hear that*
Dionne gave her a makeover, and that's when I realized how much they look alike. No wonder Linden likes her.
Jason: Congratulations on moving out, son!
Linden: But I still live h... oh... oh, I see where you're going with this.
Jason: SEEEEE YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
So I sent Dionne and Benjamin Long's Irish Nephew on a date. I guess we can start calling him by his actual name now, which is Greg Bryant.
Waiter: May I take your or... hey, I know you! I saw you in that movie! Yeah! In Schoolboy Slu-
Greg: I'LL HAVE A NECTARINE TARTLET PLEASE.
Well look who it is!
Snakeskin Jacket Hottie: Look kid, you're cute, but I am so not going to jail for you. Call me in a few years.
Dionne: Aw, but... HEY WAIT LOOK AT THAT!
Dionne: HAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG THAT'S SOOOOOOOOOOOO FUNNY!
Dionne: THAT BANNER HAS A LLAMA ON IT HAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAAA!
Dionne: OH MAN YOUR HAIR IS SO STUPID-LOOKING HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAA!
Dionne: HERE LET ME FIX IT FOR YOU!
Greg: BITCH, YOU'RE CRAZY!
Dionne: Oh yeah, well-OMG HOLD ON!
Dionne: WAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA HAHAHAH AHHAHAH AHAHAHAHAA AHAHAHAAAAAAAHA!!!!!!11!1
Dionne: THAT BATHROOM DOOR OH MAN THAT'S FUNNY HAHAAAAAAHAHAWAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
Dionne: SERIOUSLY WHO WEARS SNAKESKIN? HAHAAAAAAHAWAHAHAAAHAHA YOU NERD!
Snakeskin Jacket Hottie: On second thought, don't call me. Ever.
The next day it was off to college for our lovely albeit somewhat psychotic heir!
BUT FIRST: here's how Cody and Linden turned out. I guess they're not too bad.
But they don't come close to Dionne.
Making friends already, I see.
If bitching at them doesn't work, try flicking them in the forehead!
She developed a cycle for trying to talk to people who were doing other things. First she'd simply try to chat. When that didn't work, she'd try to talk about majors. If they still didn't drop everything to talk to her...
Her next action would be to argue. You can't blame her for being touchy about being ignored, can you?
Dionne: I HATE THAT STUPID MATCHMAKER.
Dionne: MAIDS SUCK, TOO.
Dionne: AND I REALLY CAN'T STAND SUNSHINE!
Dionne: OR OIL!
Dionne: OR TOYS!
Dionne: OR OTHER KINDS OF TOYS!
Dionne: DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON RATS!
Dionne: AND I DEFINITELY DON'T LIKE AWARD SHOWS. STUPID GOLDEN GLOBES!
Dionne: PUZZLES REALLY PISS ME OFF!
Dionne: AND OH MAN, DO I EVER HATE GHOSTS!
Dionne: Did I mention I hate sunshine? WELL I HATE CLOUDY DAYS TOO!
Dionne: AND PEARL NECKLACES ARE THE WORST!
Lonelygirl15: Is there anything you do like?
Dionne: Well... pollution is pretty cool.
She likes streaking, too. My first autonomous streaker!
She wasn't very nice to any of the dormies, but she seriously hated this one chick in particular. She poked her ten times in a row one night, and would've gone on if I hadn't forced her to eat something because her hunger bar was 3/4 empty.
Then the punching bag, who had never retaliated up until now, spontaneously decided she wasn't going to take that shit anymore!
Not so hardcore anymore, are we?
There is another table, but apparently they like the taste of bitter rage on their pancakes.
Pervy Dormie: CATFIGHT! ROWR ROWR! HISS! YEAH BABY!
IT'S ON.
Dionne owned her ass.
Oh hello there Greg! You're looking deliciously grown-up lately! What a coincedence!
...Why.
Pervy Dormie: Man, I don't know which one of you is hotter! Can I watch you guys make out later? Please?
I don't know about you, but I sure wouldn't let the chick who is constantly attacking me give me a makeover.
That would be why.
Punching Bag: Oh hi Dionne! What brings you to my room this morning?
Dionne: A BRUTAL ASS-KICKING, THAT'S WHAT!
Pervy Dormie: Why don't you just bomb her or someth-WHOAAAAA YOU'VE GOT A NICE RACK THERE, BABY!
Pervy Dormie: You ladies stay right there, I'm gonna grab my camcorder real quick!
I think Greg just realized he's about to be trapped into a lifetime of stinking babies and possibly occasional domestic abuse.
However, there is ass-grabbing involved.
So he's totally down with that.
Dionne rolled the want to make out with him... before they even had their first kiss. Jumping the gun a bit, sweetie?
Clearly Greg's all right with moving quickly.
You're... doing it... wrong? I think?
That's better... sort of. Maybe? I really don't know what's going on here.
But it's comforting to know that if Greg isn't very good at it, Dionne can get the job done herself.
Next time on the Dallas legacy...
Dionne kicks more ass!
Dionne graduates college!
Dionne gets knocked up!
Dionne Dionne Dionne!