Farfalle Legacy: gen1.1
And so it begins, my first attempt at a recorded legacy, and a pixeltrade more-or-less ISBI one at that. My PE teacher always said I was bad with the rules, usually after I tackled one of the boys during soccer.
Anyway, so, pixel_trade legacy. This legacy features a founder by freudroid while also having appearances of sims by backerbse, simtarts, simchenelin and engram_au. I hope I got them all.
Once, a long long time ago, in the little patch of land also known as Lower Hearthfield, a space ship crashed to earth and, as sims are wont to do, its occupant decided that instead of doing the logical thing and repairing the glorified piece of scrap metal, she would build her little shack there and see if someone would come and pick her up.
And that is the last bit of story telling I will do, because the only stories I can write don't come with sim pictures.
Meet the interstellar, intrepid founder of this legacy type thingame. She's no one else but Fifi Farfalle, created by freudroid. Her personality, aspiration and turn ons and offs have all been randomized, like the rest of the sims, for no other reason than my being a poorly organised little twit who lost her notes on the personalities of the downloaded victims.
Anyway! Stats, you know you wants 'm.
Aspiration:Knowledge (become media magnate)
+: custom hair/face make-up || -: blond hair
Slopp:4
Shy:5
Active:: 8
Serious:0
Nice:10.
Ho boy.
Fifi: Look! Look! COMPOSTING! YAY!
Grilled cheese sandwich failure. We had a sad and mourned the loss of the glorious grilled cheese.
The matchmaker doesn't have issues. She has a hardcover bound, library subscription of 'm. Yikes.
quellasims's Byron Curtis showed up just in time to wave Fifi off when she walked to downtown to find herself some genetic donor folks.
Byron: Fifi! Fifi! Hey, where're you goin'?
Busting moves on the dancefloor. Or breaking bones. Same difference these days.
Dancing. Srs Bzns. No. No. This diffinitely was not a random senseless picture just because I liked the way it looks. Definitely not.
simtarts's Freckle Juice feels a ~disturbance in the force~. Whatever you do, don't look behind you.
But alas. The bowling alley proved to be a bust so we went to the one place that has never failed us, whether in booze (Freckle stole her drink, I kid you not) or music. And men.
Byron: Hey, have we met before?
Fifi: Uhm... uhm... No? Please?
What the... THAT'S NOT HOW THIS WORKS BYRON. Pavel (simchenelin's) does not approve of these shenanigans.
But apparently that broke the ice between them and they hit it off.
Byron: Dance?! Me?! YES PLEASE KTHNX.
Smooth, Byron, you fail at it.
It wasn't long before Fifi was putting the moves, and hands, on him.
D'awwww. Well, that was fast. Though definitely better than the time I couldn't find a single sim that liked my founder.
Fifi: Woah...
Byron: ...rain.
A match made in simven!
Having had Byron lay one on her at the club left Fifi needing to even out the score.
*insert bajillionth over-used "zomg bewbs" joke*
Fifi! Byron! On your fist dates?! Tsktsk.
Well, either the woohoo was just that good or Byron just realized he's stuck. Yup, he moved in.
Clearly, Byron is stupid with luck. He's just too stupid to live in my game if he's already doing this on his first day in the legacy.
Byron: Oh hai thar doggy. I have a stick that I just pulled out of... well, let's not go there.
Fifi goes of to work the next day, her first day and she is so very, very excited. It's just the lowest level in the education career, so it shouldn't be that difficult.
While his girlfriend works long and hard with the collective bratpack of Simcity, Byron has a simply rivetting day. On the bed. No, I'm not exagerating or making things up. He staid there for hours.
Low level education job? Very difficult. Handling children of any age is, especially when they outnumber you both in group and consumed amount of sugar.
Fifi: Bills?! But I just lost my jo-oh-oh-ob *breaks into wailing*
And, of course, instead of helping his girlfriend through this difficult time, Byron decides to spy on non-existent neighbours.
I... yeah. I don't even know why the telephone had to be answered in the nude.
And Byron agrees with me. That's a first!
But all is well in the end. Every time I see my sims snuggle in bed, I just go 'awwww'.
After getting Fifi a new job (we need the moneys!) she brings a friend home. The ever so lovely Solaris makes her appearance.
Byron: Noooooooo. No guests! I can't take it!
He's having a moment. Let's just all back away slowly.
While Solaris hogs the violin.
I don't... she works in the business career. She came home with Fifi from work, in th ebusiness career. How does she... Game logic. Just. Game logic.
Solaris. So cute. MUST HAVE.
... WAIT! That's our money!
Turns out that Byron just wanted to pay to have some music to practice his ballet to.
Yes, make her a good friend, Fifi. Draw her into the fooooold.
Byron's second day without supervision:
Step 1: put cd-rom into the computer
Step 2: start the game
Step 3: stop the game
Repeat from step 1.
He only pauses his, well, whatever you want to call turning a computer game on and off a bazillion times over, to stuff his face. Oh Byron. It's a good thing you're pretty.
Fifi: oh sims, my stomach, feels like morning sickness.
Byron: Gee, honey, about that pacifier above your head...
Guess who caught the flu. Oh dear.
Guess who caught another sort of bug.
backerbse, we need to talk. About Paul and his compulsion to steal newspapers. They haven't even met.
Fifi: Scuse me, something is bursting here!
Fif: What?! But... but... no?
Byron: *still a walking pit of germs*
But then, there is love. That made me go gooey before I got her the hell away from him. Germs! Germs!
Since Fifi was growing something inside, she might as well be growing something outside too. Also known as: hippomonster finally remembered the garden plot outside. Yay.
Solaris dropped in. Fifi dropped in on her grilled cheese. It was a merry lunch all together.
Fifi: Huh? Wha? Missed something?
Just your friend. The evening. Pretty soon your bladder if you don't get moving.
Byron has issues with the shower. He can't seem to find it.
Late that evening, Fifi drops to one knee. She's a progressive woman. Besides, if she has to wait for Byron, it'll take forever.
That. Hug. One of my favourite animations. Just so sweet.
Marriage happened. Quickly.
Aaaaaand... just in time.
Meet itty-bitty baby McAllister, a born and the first heir. First born gets heir position unless he/she/they die.
Byron's idea of parenting.
Byron: It'll toughen him up.
Sims seem to function on the "something goes out, something must go in again" principle. Never mind the near radioactive diaper.
This serves no other purpose than just a picture of Byron actually holding McAllister instead of instantly dumping him on the ground.
Birthday time! Because babies are boring and I have some age altering hack plus a very convenient time of birth.
And introducing todler!Mcallister. This is the skin you get when you geneticize your alien skins according to the Pooklet Principle.
And he's the cutest little guy ever. I'm guessing he got his dad's nose.
And with toddlers come potty-training faces.
And toilet terrors.
Byron doesn't believe in telling his son no. He'd rather stay mopping that floor for the next three days.
Fff. Cute. Makes me wanna reach into my screen and pinch his cheeklets.
I have never seen these faces look so scary before.
I make no apologies for this toddler spam. Mostly because there are none.
The nanny, in the meanwhile, is a great example in potty training. More precisely, how not to succeed at it.
Note from Fifi's journal:Encountered nature. Recommend eradication.
Byron: ... I just cleaned that.
First time that one of the many toddlers that have graced my game doesn't look all out evil while learning to walk. I thought it deserved documentation.
Byron, that is not a good place to have your daily mental breakdown.
Free range cereal bowl is a life saver. Seriously. Dad and Nanny were too busy hanging out.
Fifi: Not again!
Byron: *worryworryworry*
I just liked the way the picture look, okay? Stop judging me!
Moar McAllister spammage.
Everyone knows a legacy isn't a legacy until there's been a birth in the bathroom.
And we present Booger King Henry.
The toy doesn't agree with McAllister hypothesis that round fits through square no matter what. McAllister doesn't agree with the toy. Screaming was involved.
I'm not certain whether this is Byron's mental state improving or deteriorating even more.
He has his dad's survival skills, all right.
I am so, so happy there are no mice in the Sims. They would have had a field day with McAllister's eating habits.
BoogerKing Henry grew up. I thought I had a picture of the confetti parade, but apparently not.
But! I do have a picture of McAllister's birthday!
Phew. He's a cute kid too. Who also got his father's love for ballet.
I have never, not once, had a sibling rivalry in my sims. Somehow, that makes me feel like a failure.