The Greens v2.0 - Generation 6.4
Previously: Children everywhere and a whole lot of half-naked Sutherland. That was pretty much last update in a nutshell.
So, greetings and salutation to the minor influx of new frienders! As well as the inevitable mass of people who will read this due to Friday's simsecret post. From experience, I know that you're either going to read the entire legacy from the beginning over the next couple of days or you're going to take a peek at the latest update or two and wonder what sort of crack the secret maker must be on to like this stuff. Or maybe you'll wonder what sort of crack the secret maker is on and then read it all from the beginning anyway. Because you're masochists. Also, hello to my faithful readers. You're all crazy and I love you. That being said...!
Let's begin this update with a birthday.
...I hope you didn't actually expect me to make any sort of profound statement there.
Or, you know, even start us off with anything unusual.
Just Gus. Hi, Gus!
al;iweej;aklsdnva;sfj I REPEAT. HI, GUS.
Look at that smug, little face. You know he knows that he's RIDICULOUSLY ADORABLE.
Mike knows that he's ridiculously adorable, too.
Mike: Hello, little brother. Do you want this toy pony?
Gus: PONY! Pony pony pony pony!
Mike: Here. If you can reach this high, then you can have the pony.
Gus: Poooonyyyyyyy!
roadtogreen: ...your minion is taunting her baby brother, Sutherland. Do something.
Mike: Ha ha ha! You could not reach the pony!
Gus: Waaaaaah! Ponyyyyyyy!
Sutherland: Walking away is doing something, right?
roadtogreen: ...rat bastard.
Mike: Oh, no crying, baby brother. I did not mean to upset you.
Gus: B-b-but...pony.
Mike: Here. Let us play a game that our grandfather once played with me. Oh no! Where have I gone?
Gus: ...Mikey?
Mike: HERE I AM!
Gus: AH!
Mike: Oh no. I seem to have vanished once again.
Gus: Like this?
Mike: I cannot see like what! I have disappeared!
Gus: Nuh uh! You right there!
Mike: YOU FOUND ME!
Gus: I iz a winnarrr!
They were seriously at that game of peek-a-boo for a good sim hour.
And it only ended because the nursery switch back over into factory mode.
Hello, Mouse. <3
Mike: Hm. I am thinking that perhaps I should have picked up the red crayon.
Mike: What is this? I think of the red crayon and suddenly the green one colors red!
Mike: This is extraordinary! I should tell father.
Kaufman: OOGA BOOGA BOOGA!
Mike: Ah! You are not my father!
Mouse: BOO, SON!
Sutherland: Ah! You're not the baby!
Mike: YOU ARE STILL NOT MY FATHER!!!
...because playing redhands with the tiny emogoth is JUST. THAT. IMPORTANT. :|
For the Butcher fans out there.
Butcher: What? I have fans?
And then I panned around to see this. :(
Farewell, Raimi. Your body shape has been passed on to at least two generations.
As evidenced by how Craven just grew up two seconds prior to your death.
Craven. ♥
Also affectionately known as Mint Chocolate-Chip.
Deke: Don't be sad, doggy! Here, have cuddles.
Craven: Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
This is what happens when Stele isn't home. :|
I decided to make Gus's actual parents do most of the teaching. For once.
Brian: ...damnit, pop-up. I was just about to get some screen time in this update.
Not too long after aging up, Mike and Brian stopped spending as much time together.
Brian is really, really boring on his own. Eat, sleep, go to school, watch TV.
Mike, on the other hand, spends most evenings being stalked by ghosts.
Mike: a;ekcs;dfjafaoe Why will you not let me wash the dishes?!
Fiddler: *scares someone! surprise, surprise!*
Brian: *doesn't want this sort of screen time!*
...are you really going to take advantage of your great grandson being scared and make the bed?
Mouse: Sure am.
Mike: Look, simgod! I am playing with my twin brother!
Brian: How'd you almost shoot me?! You're not even looking!
Brian: I'll show you! Bang bang!
Mike: Ah! Oh no! My weapons have been stolen!
Brian: Take that! And that! Bang bang bang!
Mike: You will never get me alive, evil-doer!
Mike: Ah. Not alive but perhaps you have gotten me dead. My spirit! It departs!
Brian: Ahaha, did I seriously just win a game against you?
Brian: HEY EVERYBODY! I JUST WON A GAME AGAINST MIKE! Ahaha. Man, this is awesome!
Mike: I am dead but that does not mean you have won. You do remember what our house is like at night, do you not?
Craven: Oh good, the robot's home. Maybe now these kids can eat their own food instead of mine.
Birthday time!
Knipp: I think it's time to abandon the goth phase. I need something more...sophisticated.
Knipp Green
Romance/Popularity
10-3-10-2-3
+ Glasses/Blond(e)
- Custom Hair
Become Celebrity Chef
From anti-social to a Romance sim. This bodes well.
Oh. And here's Deke. Not bad, not bad. Kind of got some Vulcan eyebrows going, though. And a big nose.
Deke: ...I was going to thank you for giving me a snapshot but never mind.
Roach: Well, if the simgod is going to ignore me, might as well relax.
Roy: What are we doing out here tonight?
Roach: Being ignored.
I'm not ignoring you, guys. It's just that...this is all that you ever do.
Woah! I think this might be the first Green family turkey dinner.
Considering most of my family's eat turkey constantly when left to their own devices?
This is a momentous occasion.
Knipp: I'm going to be a ballerina!
roadtogreen: ...but you want to follow in your daddy's footsteps and be a chef.
Knipp: Then I'll be a cooking ballerina!
roadtogreen: You know, ballerinas rarely have much time for relationships.
Knipp: Then I'll be a dancing chef.
Speaking of relationships, it's time for the first of the new generation to discover the wishing well.
Knipp: Gimme someon HAWT.
...FACEPLANT. Man, this poor woman. How many generations have dragged her here now?
Lady: One of these days, maybe I'll actually be in this legacy.
Sutherland: You think I'm hot? How nice! ...have I met you before?
Knipp decided to bring someone home from school with her. Turned out it was one of Cholo's kids, Redfield.
Redfield: You know, I'm pretty sure we're related somehow.
Knipp: Really? That's so cool! Except, I was totally hoping for a date but whatever.
No dating but they got along brilliantly anyway. As brilliantly as two mean sims can ever get along, anyway.
Oh, I see. Really, you just came over for the booze.
Well, that's fine but it means you're also here for...
BIRTHDAY!
Boring toddlerhood was boring, could you tell?
Biggish nose or not, he's still a cutie.
Gus: I'm glad that you recognize that fact about me.
Kaufman: OOGA BOOGA GRANDSON.
Redfield: JESUS CHRIST!
Fiddler: No, that's just Kaufman.
Gus: This is just ridiculous.
Booyah! Congratulations, darlin'.
Roy: You're just congratulating me because platinum aspiration means you don't have to care what I want anymore.
...and it's back to scaring poor Mike every too seconds.
No seriously.
GUYS, LEAVE HER ALONE.
Mike: I am standing in my own puddle of urine. How humiliating.
Stele: *also likes to dance! is a dancing General!*
And we'll leave you with Stele awkwardly dancing as Knipp discovers her new favorite sport:
Jailbaiting.
Next time: The twins age up, Mike continues to be mostly awesome, the rest of the family continues to be...themselves and we finally spot a non-generated sim made by someone other than me or my girlfriend!
Until then! Amusingly lame bad-B horror host closing line goes here. :]