The Dimtwit Legacy: Generation 1.3
Featuring sims by praedialsims , maranatah and smustleparty .
PREVIOUSLY ON THE DIMTWIT LEGACY...
Conor further continued to lose it.
Somehow the family were given a genie lamp... don't ask how, I think the gypsy-lady went to the wrong address or something. But anyway, Magda got herself more money, a longer life and peace of mind. Which significantly helped Conor get back to somewhat reasonable levels of sanity.
Marmalade aged to child and Butter aged to teen.
The family went out in their ice cream van to try and make more friends for Magda's job promotion. Instead they got frisky in a photobooth, much to the horror of Butter.
A burglar entered but he got arrested just in time.
AND THEN THE GAME GOT AN ERROR AND I LOST JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING FROM THAT CHAPTER.
Well, I wasn't having any of that. I couldn't be bothered to go through everything again so I re-aged the kids back to how they were when we left them, gave the family the approximate amount of money they got from the genie, re-bought everything etc. I didn't want this chapter being a re-telling of last time. Now that's sorted..
Pâté brought a friend home from school. However, he buggered off elsewhere and was left with Conor to pay her attention.
Townie-buddy: When I grow up, I wanna be a sumo wrestler.
Conor: Good lord, where are the kids who want to be president these days?
Oh yeah, Magda got knocked-up again beforehand. This'll be the last child, I swear.
Butter: I now have proof that I won't turn as loopy as you, dad!
Conor: I'm just going to block out what you said about me and continue cleaning...
Conor: Oh but you will turn loopy. You will.
Butter ended up having his palms read to predict the future.
Magda: Oh yes, it's certain.
Maternity wear these days, they're so bizarre.
*Franticallymakesbackups*
Still heavily-pregnant Magda in her underwear. I'm starting to think she just shoves a pillow down her clothes now.
Magda: How about you do your homework so the social workers don't take you away?
Pâté: Hell no.
A stroppy teenager in the making, kids. :'D
We sure attract a lot of burglars.
Well, technically this is the first since we had that error and all.
Burglar: Hi, I'm your babysitter for tonight!
Marmalade: Really? Because my dad works mornings and my mum's on maternity leave.
Burglar: Foiled again!
Marmalade: Oh hi, the burglar is already outside so how about I keep you inside until she comes back?
CRIME-FIGHTING DOES NOT WORK THAT WAY. Damn you, Marmalade!
Oh no, not the ice cream van...
Anything but the ice cream van!
How did she even manage to fit something has huge as an ice cream van into such a small sack?
Knock her out police-lady, she has our ice cream van!
Of course, the loss of the van was a major tragedy in the household.
Calm down, I got a new one.
New vans make for new babies.
It's a boy! And the only one with Magda's eyes. I name him Marmite.
Let's go with the darn kids.
Whoohoo!
Not that Conor cares...
Conor: Where the hell did this come from?
Magda: This had better be the last one I pop out, Sim!God.
Luckily we have a teenager with responsibilites to take care of the baby while a confused Conor wets himself again.
Butter: 'Happy place, just go to your happy place Butter...'
Well, two now.
He rolled Pleasure.
And certainly takes after his dad.
Pâté: What the hell is wrong with you!?
Well, I think Conor is a little friendlier than Pâté.
Pâté: NO-ONE enters my house with a tie like that. Get out of my sight you sad twat!
Pâté: Ugh.
Pâté: Now let's smustle! :D
The next morning Magda invited round Lobelia Poj (maranatah ) and the alien massuese who keeps phoning her (ad whose hair is severely glitched. Ulp.) to watch TV in an attempt to make more friends.
Don't you find it odd how it's the slightly-insane uncontrollable sim who is having a more successful career so far?
But it's time to age Marmite!
*Sparkle*
Is it just me or does he look slightly evil?
Marmite: You puny wooden shapes have no escape! Victory is mine! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!
Of course, he still has time out from villanous wooden-shape activities to be read bedtime stories.
Marmite: 'And when I defeat the last of the wooden blocks I will fly away to a secret moon-colony never to be seen or punished again!'
Next day Conor brought a friend home from work. Just happened to be Santana Febwar-Siriocra (smustleparty ).
Marmite: So, are you the lady I'm going to be forced into marrying if I end up as heir?
Santana: Sure am.
Meanwhile...
Marmalade grew up to be a Magda lookalike with glitched clothing!
A hair and clothes change later...
She rolled Family.
Which just leaves us with Marmite before we can kick them off to University.
Soon everyone paraded into Marmalade's new bedroom while she was asleep. Apparently an all-new attraction was due to be revealed. Turned out just to be a W poster.
Butter: Surely the burglar would have wanted that instead? She likes J-Pop, right?
Just for the cuteness. >w<
Conor: I just don't want to see that evil grin on his face!
Speaking of which, I wonder if he'll keep that evil face when he ages up?
Turns out the evil face went away with age. He actually looks really cute!
My favourite for heir so far, but we'll see.
Marmalade: What do you mean he's favourite for heir!? I'M THE ONLY GODDAMN FEMALE!
Sorry Marmalade.
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