The Toybox Legacy (Generation 3.0)
The kids are off to college!
Featuring sims by simchenelin, leenyland, novusars, sly_doubt and memiva!
PREVIOUSLY ON THE TOYBOX LEGACY...
Applejack, being the level-headed controller-sim he is, set the kitchen on fire. It is immediately blamed on Party, who after the Thermald incident has seemingly convinced the rest of the family that being a self-proclaimed demon is not just poor attempt at an emo phase.
Puffball passed out while attempting to urinate.
A lawsuit meant that the family now had barely any money to live on. Shortly after, Lego got demoted. She entered chance card-despair.
Despite the lawsuit, Santana finally began to mellow and pay attention to the kids.
Everyone grew up to a teenager, each apparently entering awkward teenage phases in the forms of hipster beardy-man and fairy. Meanwhile, I cannot write for shit.
So now all the kids are old enough to enter college, we're going to do just that and kick-start Generation 3! So, who shall be the heir?
Even more fairy than before Puffball?
Puffball: Of course, who doesn't love cute fairies?
Even more exaggerated than before Party?
You kind of look like Richmond from The IT Crowd had a sex change and became a rampire.
Party: I guess I'm cool with that.
Or still has a maxis beard PC?
PC: It has to be me, I'm the only sane man. Do you seriously expect girls who believe they're demons and fairies to take care of a family? Come off it.
Well, guess what? It's Party!
Party: Actually, my brother's right. He would have been the more sensible choice out of the three of us.
Party: Ah well, all this Scanty & Kneesocks self-insert fic ain't gonna write itself.
Dormie: I'm in a dorm full of freaks.
PC: But I'm the sane guy I swear, look at my sane guy dancing! Lookit!
After he was done making a fool of himself I used PC's Young Adult command to brush up on his mechanical skills in hope he might last longer than 5 minutes here. Ah, who am I kidding?
And nothing would interrupt him.
Trainer: Hey, bumfluff! Get off your scrawny arsehole and do fifty laps around campus! And for god's sake get a shave!
The same couldn't be said for Puffball.
Puffball: Hup, hup hup hup...
By 1.30am, Party was just finishing up with her fanfic term paper.
PC was fast asleep.
And Puffball... well...
Puffball: Kill me.
With Party already achieving the minimum grade for this semester, it's time to let off some steam. And more importantly, look for some sim-dick. All with a terrifyng expression on her face.
Hello Ned (simchenelin). Already on a date I see?
Party: You're not entering.
Jazzberry Jam Crayola (leenyland): You want to chat me up?
Party: Nope, just being a twat.
Jazzberry Jam: Am I ever going to get laid in a Kezwick legacy? I mean, before her computer breaks down yet again?
Soon enough, Party's eyes are caught by one sim, Mr. Noe Whiskers (novusars).
Party: Overused phrase and all, but DAT ASS.
Mr. Noe Whiskers: 'Did I just hear someone making comments about my ass?'
Party: DAMN BOY.
They soon hit it off. Judging from the fact that I've never seen two people so excited about planes that they have to be.
Party: It's like a train that flies? Fascinating!
Only for it to appear that he was already on a date with someone else.
Party: Not if I have anything to do with it! Like my old granny says, stalking is the best form of flattery!
Mr. Noe Whiskers: Erm, do you mind maybe not sitting next to me? Kind of in the middle of something.
Party: Of course.
Noe Whiskers: ...
Townie date: ...
Party: You really should try these ribs. Delicious.
Someone's discovered the vending machine!
PC: You mean I press a button and a soft drink comes out?
PC: That's genius!
Cheerleader: Girl, you dance like a sane person would!
Cheerleader: HEY GIRL WAKEY WAKEY CHEERLEADING TRYOUTS ARE NOW OPEN TO ALL STU-
Party: Thou shalt be cursed with eternal bovine-costumed harassment for trying to wake a sleeping demon. Whore.
Cheerleader: DAMN YOU!
Llama: So, fairies are psychic right?
PC: So I'm assuming you attracted all these uninvited crazies to the dorm then?
Party: Well, the mad cow is off annoying the cheerleader, so not all of them. Anyway, did you know a plane is like a flying train?
We're only halfway through freshman year and there's already a sim at risk. Party's efforts to make her siblings survive most of this update clearly aren't going as well as planned. At least she and Puffball did well.
PC: Doesn't matter, still the sane one.
In fact, Party did well enough that she earned enough money to buy a pool. A pool barely big enough to fit one person but a pool regardless.
She also persuaded Mr. Noe Whiskers to go on a date with her, through lots of phone calls.
Party: Let's toast to my successful stalking attempts and the fact that even this 50s diner is posh enough to have champagne flutes and maître d'.
Noe Whiskers: Cheers!
You have to admit, Party can be quite adorable for a blood-stained, self-proclaimed demon during moments like this.
Same goes for Mr. Noe Whiskers. Looks like he's warming up to her.
Soon enough...
Party: Ffflllaaaaarggghhhbbblleee...Iwubyou...staringinawwe...
Mrs. Crumplebottom: You satanist scum and your sick feline fetishes, you should be ashamed of yourself!
Ambrose O'Mackey (sly_doubt:) Ah! A diner with entertainment!
Noe Whiskers: I had nothing to do with this.
After the beating, and convinced of Crumplebottom's disappearance, they continued with their lip-related activities.
Crumplebottom: *Perv*
Mrs. Crumplebottom: BAD KITTY!
Mr. Noe Whiskers: NO!
Party: Watching abuse of my boyfriend without actually giving it makes me happy. :)
Mr. Noe Whiskers was left feeling a bit conflicted.
Later, the shower was revealed to be a sentient being.
Shower: Damn my life is boring.
Party encourages her siblings to study with her. Surprisingly for an ISBI PC got out of Academic Probation.
Same goes for PC, Party chose a Literature degree beforehand.
Also, while we're at it, Aspiration changes. Party is now Knowledge while Puffball is Fortune, PC later got Family.
PC: I'm totally not losing it... I'm the sane guy! *Sob*
Puffball: NOT AS SANE AS I AM!
Puffball: WAAAH!
Party went on her second date with Mr. Noe Whiskers.
In real-life a second date usually means dinner and maybe a kiss or two. In Sims world, it's a marriage proposal.
Party: Happy birthday.
Mr. Noe Whiskers: That's not for a while but alright.
Look everyone! Look at my shiny finger! :D
Eliza Florence (memiva): I'm gonna need more alcohol.
And as this is a hotel they're in, of course to seal the deal...
The date went so well that Party walked home in her underwear.
Puffball gleefully keeping up the family tradition I see.
The dorm cook had had a falling-out with the pan and refused to cook for 2 days.
Cook: No, oh no. I'm not having any of it. Get out of my kitchen and back to that slutty catering class, bastard.
Even though Puffball is on Academic Probation, I'm really surprised they even managed to make it to senior year. Just shows how effective dedicated influencing and asking to join activities can be.
But, either way, Party is leaving these two behind.
Don't worry, I'll be back to turn you into adults eventually. You just won't be in the main legacy any more.
As for clearing up loose ends, I've realised that no matter now much money you have by the end of University, your sims will always have the same amount after graduation regardless. So I spent the remaining 10k and placed those items in Party's inventory, because I'm sure as hell not letting that glorious money go to waste like that.
Well, off back to the crazy house you go, Party Popple. As for PC and Puffball, maybe see you wandering past said crazy house in the future. But for now, go forth, Party Popple Toybox!
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