The Behr Legacy 1.5
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Athena Isela: I wish it would snow! Snow sounds cool!
Quasar: It's not bad, dear, but it's not as cool as partly cloudy. I love partly cloudy.
New Galaxy: SOULS, DARKNESS ETC
Ares, dear, I love you, but I wish you did something other than relax in bed and watch TV all day. All you need is a beer, at this point. >.>
QUASAR. >.>
Quasar: I'm a terrible parent!
Quasar: I mean, I can't even help them with their homework...
Aww, Quasar, don't fuss so much. It's not your fault you're special.
Besides, once this is done with, you'll be 100% more useful around the house!
New Galaxy: I WANT HER TO BE USEFUL NOW!
Athena: Oh, wow, that...that's really dialated.
Dreamboat: I told you, sis. Up to four inch diameter in a matter of minutes.
From forth the fatal loins of...er...Quasar, I present to you: Brilliance! A strapping young lad.
New Galaxy: If I could just get in here...I could drown myself...
Yeah, if the fumes don't suffocate you, first. D:
Athena: Woo! A baby!
Dreamboat: You totally stole what I was going to say. Copier.
Athena: Well, it's not copying if I say it first!
Dreamboat: Buttface.
Dreamboat: I made that baby. With my mind.
AMELIA CAMPBELL, YOU HUSBAND STEALING PAPER STEALER.
And now, the moment you've all been waiting for: Quasar's potty training faces!
I hope it was all you'd dreamed of.
New Galaxy: I win, potty. Better luck next time.
Oh, YES, Ares. You sure do need a TAN.
Ares: BWUH! I'm PINK!
*giggles maniacally*
Dreamboat: You know, Athena. I can make babies. With my brain. Be careful or I'll make you have one.
Athena: I'm really scared. Would you move all ready? It's been like ten minutes.
So, these two kept trying to woohoo in the simlogical bed...and it kept dropping out of their queue. Not one to deny my sims their desires, I bought them an actual bed, with the added bonus of being much bluer than the other! Quasar was ready immediately.
So was Ares. Poor, poor New Galaxy.
New Galaxy: Torment.
Andy the Werewolf: o_O
The audience: *GASP*
Don't let the quickness of this transition fool you: this took me ALL SIM NIGHT to accomplish. AND the two of them all ready had maxed relationship from earlier.
It's like the end of Beauty and the Beast...just in reverse!
(I feel like I have all ready made that joke...)
Ares, your howling would be eversomuch more frightening if you weren't...you know. Pink. And right next to the mailbox.
Ares: NOOOOO MY SUBSCRIPTION TO ZOOBOOKS IS EXPIRED!
Athena: Stupid brother. Never cleans up after himself.
Which reminded me, I ought to show you guys some stats!
Seriously? New Galaxy has TEN nice points? Where...ARE they?
Quasar: Heehee, this is fun, Dreamboat! It's like we're really on vacation!
Dreamboat: Uh, yeah. Just like that, mom.
And then he left, so that his tired ol' mom could take a nap.
By the way? This is Quasar...sleeping in the tent. I have helpfully indicated the Z which denotes sleeping.
You scare me, 'Sar.
Quasar: EEEERRRRR KSSSCH! "Oh no! it's the end of the structure! Brake! Brake!" "I can't, my leg has fallen off!" "So use the other one - oh no too late AAAAAAAAAH!"
New Galaxy: Mom, can...I have my toy back?
With that display of young-at-heartedness, I decided to give Quasar a more mature makeover. With glasses.
Quasar: I'm smart, now!
Ever since I gave her glasses...she does this all the time. "Ah hah!" >.>
Well, they can't actually boost your IQ, but they sure do look nice on her!
DON'T ANY OF YOU GET PAPERS?!
(Abby Creelman, guise, give her a round of applause)
Well, it took five updates to get here, but: founder spam!
You may have been promoted...but you're still pink.
Athena Isela: Dad, it says here that dark skinned people are less susceptible to sunburns than those with pale skin.
Ares: Shut up.
That's a remarkably happy dance for such a tortured toddler.
New Galaxy: STOP! If you make a Supremes reference, I will end you.
Dreamboat: Whoa, dude, that girl needs a bath, or something...
And continuing in the vein of makeovers: Ares gets a more fatherly look...
New Galaxy looks disturbingly like my friend Kirsty...
And Dreamboat is finally forced into some blue clothing.
Dreamboat: Awwww. :(
Ares: RRRAWARAAAAR I am turning into a WEREWOLF!
Dreamboat: So you are, dad. So you are.
Ares: BOO! RAAAAR!
Dreamboat: Oh my god, DAD! You...really need to shave!
The end! ...OR IS IT.
No, no, it is. For now anyway. :D This brings me up to date on the Behr pictures I have taken, and, actually, all of my legacies. Which means that I need to buckle down and PLAY, GODDAMNIT, PLAY. So next time: who knows?! Only the Shadow.
OH! Almost forgot! I obviously decided to try out the Radiance lighting system...I quite like the indoor lighting, but I think at night, it's just too dark. Opinions?