The Dimtwit Legacy: Generation 1.1
PREVIOUSLY ON THE DIMTWIT LEGACY:
We met our founder, Magda Dimtwit, who lived in the Poverty Barbie playset.
She went for a long and tiring search for a husband, eventually settling on praedialsims 's Conor Morose.
They married, Conor brought in enough money to convert the playset to an actual mini-dollhouse and Magda pictured Damion Ribbit's face during the conception of their first child.
Damion is a Fresh Prince of Bel-Air fan and Conor didn't do anything particularly interesting while Magda was working.
Magda's bump is invisible, oddly enough.
That's better.
Magda: NO IT ISN'T!
And to think. This is the sim I'm supposed to be controlling.
Meanwhile Conor finally begins to show signs of being an idiot. Eating rotting grilled cheese, check.
Conor: I love this view.
Magda: My tummy just inflated!
Conor: *Omnomnom* Great. *Nom* Are you going to eat that other sandwich?
Proof that this ISBI will work!
Blank thought bubbles! Conor is a moron! He's just hiding it!
Magda: Who are you then? The midwife?
Self-inviting Townie: I only came in to use the toilet!
Magda: GET OUT OF MY BATHROOM!
Conor: Erm... so how are those hormones treating you, dear?
Magda: PISS OFF AND COME BACK WHEN YOU HAVE A UTERUS!
A boy!
This generation theme is... STUFF YOU SPREAD ON BREAD! AND CRACKERS! AND STUFF!
Welcome to the world, Butter Dimtwit!
Now let the stress begin.
Conor: Why are you so screaming? Why is that stink cloud there?
Conor: I'M HUNGRY! FEED MEEEE!
Conor: Oopie daisy, silly me~
Conor: But wait... why should I even smile about this?
Conor: My hard-earned intelligence is slowly fading away...
Conor: I hate my life! *Sob*
There's a time in almost every sim-baby's life where they will eventually be violated by their parents.
Magda had very little involvement and all Conor did for the rest of Butter's babyhood was cry. We'll jump to his birthday. Where we'll suffer ever more stress!
Both their eyes look so silly.
He turned out cute though.
And we have another little'un on the way! Apparently.
Conor: Fly away now, fly away now, fly awaaayyy~
Butter: *Blegh*
Conor: AGH! If this really was Panty & Stocking you would have turned live-action and exploded right now!
Butter: MUUUUMMYYYYY!
Magda: 'I'm not kissing that brat any more'
Yep, defenitely knocked up.
And Butter has no problem drinking sour milk.
Until the dodgy milk gives him the runs.
And it's birthing time!
Not like Conor gives a crap.
Or Butter for that matter. But he's only a toddler, they rarely have a clue what's going on any way.
Another boy! Named Pâté.
And Conor still hasn't a clue how to raise babies.
Conor: What? Are those green fumes making you drowsy?
He's improving slightly though.
Conor: My babies hate meeee! *B'aaaw*
I'm not surprised.
I don't think I'm very good at these ISBI challenges, considering how Magda's turning out.
And it's about to get worse. Invisi-pop!
Perhaps Butter aging might make it easier?
He's still mastering those odd faces, I see. He looks evil!
And surprisingly, Butter aged pretty well!
And yet he's strangely unhappy about it.
It's Pâté's birthday too.
And I've just noticed how he looks exactly like Butter.
You can't tell from this picture but he does look like a Butter-clone as a toddler too.
Even Magda's forgotten how to use a toilet.
The funds are so short we can't even afford a bed for Butter. He has to sleep on the couch.
Or, if no-one else is in it, he'll steal his parent's bed.
Pâté: HEY! THAT AIN'T YOUR BED!
Butter: Okay, okay...
Magda took advantage of Butter being woken up to help him with his homework.
Isn't everyone? There isn't even any food in the fridge!
See Conor? Butter doesn't hate you. He runs out and gives you hugs when you return from home!
And you pay him far more attention than Magda does.
Conor: Noooo! I'm a terrible father! *Manly tears* I'm going to wash my sorrow away!
Conor: Rub a dub dub~
A girl! Continuing the "Stuff you spread" theme, let's name her Marmalade!
Pâté: Oi you! Stop the nookie right now, there's a child in the room!
Magda: Eh? We weren't doing anything!
Conor: BITCH I NEED FOOD!
Conor: Aw screw it, I'll make some myself. Some cheese and bread is already out, how convenient.
No-one seems to care when Conor passes out. (And it was there I realised Magda still had her maternity wear on)
Pâté makes a good alarm clock.
Butter: Hi there, my parents are too imcompetant to collect the shopping themselves. :D
Now it's time for Pâté to age up.
Pâté seems to have aged well. But there's something in his eyes that seems to be seeing the opposite. Like a stepford smiler or something.
Pâté: Yay!Killmenow.
Unfortunately, there's still no money for beds so there's only the option of sharing a double-bed (if you're lucky), sleeping on the couch or passing out.
Conor: The little snotbag stole my side of the bed!
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