Another Blinkin' ISBI 2.0
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I apologize if many of the pictures don't show up. It's because of the work they're doing on LJ's servers. Rest assured, with persistence and patience, the pictures do exist.
Alternatively, because I like keeping you in suspense about everything hahaha. Previously:
- Befuddling got her founder shack and a job in her LTW career track.
- An overage of hauntings occurred. Ghosts were evicted.
- To spite her pedophilic leanings, I sent Bef to the matchmaker. Bad dates.
- Bef got set up with Phil, a neighbour, instead.
And we left off with impending Philbabies!
This be the Philbaby, known hereafter as Chickadee. Because I looked out the window and a black-capped chickadee was at the feeder. Wheyyy! So here's the first idiot, apparently already conscious of her future.
Bef: Cheerio.
Chickadee: Bugger.
Bef: OH GOD EWWW EW EW EW -500
I've had a few Fortune Sims, but I've never had any this wussy.
And I wouldn't say that if she didn't seem perfectly happy at the smell of her own filth.
Nannying up...
...so that Bef can busk a little.
Armando: Yo!
Bef: Ooh, rich kid.
Bef: Hi, I've been attending Rusty's School of Inadvertently Attracting Rich People. Do I seem inadvertently attractive to you?
Armando: Really, I'm only paying attention to you so that I don't turn around and look at the thing with the face.
Bef: Well, would it help to note that I have the finest education in high-class hornswogglement and an abode to match?
Armando: Well, I do say, Miss, uh...
Bef: Blink. And you shan't have to worry about the drinks - they're on me.
Armando: If you insist, my liege.
Take notes. This shit works.
Armando: But you should know that I'll only drink Foster's.
Work Friend with a Ginger Wig: Ugh, honey. Still -3000 hot points.
Eventually, their date begins.
It goes well.
Armando: Well, hello, fellow rich person!
Tanya: Hello! Let's go get married and have abhorrently rich babies.
Bef: Try it and I make your face abhorrent! :D
Armando: OH MY GOD I LOVE POSSESSIVE WOMEN *grabs*
Tanya: I am a ~masterpiece~. I am IRRESISTIBLE!
He and well over 47 000 of his Simoleons are snagged the next day.
Super-snagged. Rapid wedding ahoy!
...gerps.
The next evening...
Bef: Look, I know we kind of rushed into this. I know that love takes time. Heck, it took me almost four days to fall in love with my last lover! But when we first met yesterday, I felt such a connection to you. After that first conversation, I was dead certain that we are meant to be with each other for life. It's like we were - I know this sounds cliché - made for each other. Beyond what I've felt for anyone else. And to know that you don't agree - that you would take one ring, but not the other - well, it hurts me. But I still love you, very deeply, beneath the hurt. Please stay with me so we can try again.
Armando: Riiight...
Makeover. He looked like a douche. Now he looks respectable.
Respectably silly.
Chickadee: Hey. HEY YOU. HEYYY. HELP.
Armando: Ah! Well, damn! That little bit of parsley could have just ruined someone's whole day.
Armando: Yeees?
Bef: No.
Three things to know about Armando:
- He's a lush.
- He is almost always in his undies.
- When he isn't, he is filled with the rage of a thousand wronged souls.
And this is the wonderful thing about him bringing in massive amounts of money: I don't care. They've got over §34 000 left.
Make that the rage of ten thousand wronged souls.
Oh, well, that would explain it. Even jerkwad Armando needs hugs and cuddles.
Or... floating dolls... juggling... invisible Social Bunny... hallucinations... bumblefitz.
Also, I'm noticing how lumpy his face is now and going :/
Bef brought this guy home from work. Who would have thought - a higher-up, a respectable businessman, running a criminal enterprise on the side? Such must be madness!
Chickadee toddles it! Her face is pointy, but nice. Doesn't have any of those lines that you usually see on TS2 toddler faces. Doesn't mean I'm not regarding that chin with apprehension.
Hellz yeah, skillin' up the toddlebutt.
Armando finally tries to take an interest.
Chickadee: NO
Armando: ButIjust -
Chickadee: NO
Armando: Failure hurts my drunken, angry heart.
This happened when Bef was at work. Amazing, the things that desperation can drive a child to do.
Chickadee: DO NOT WAAAAAAAANT
But then I realized that Bef was only about five days from getting geriatric, so I gave her a non-rigorously tested, slightly glowing substance.
Armando liked it, anyways.
Armando and Chickadee: We are here for you in your time of need to support and encourage you!
Bef: PLEASE SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGE FROM OUTSIDE THE SIX-TILE BLARKJHGES
Armando: Fucking fuckers with a fuck fuckery fuck for the fuck and fuck fucking drowning ghosts.
Loyalty is for loyal people. Pfsh.
Chickadee grows up in platinum! I'm still not much liking that chin, though.
*POP*
Armando: Any child would be lucky to have a face like this one!
Chickadee: That's it. I'm out.
Ah, the lovely perfume of charred neurons, eh wot, Bef? Goes quite well with gay.
Chickadee: Dating is stupid. Dating is what led Mom to you. I'll never date. I'll especially never date anyone like you.
Armado: But I want to be your friend... +?
Armando: I even bought you a helicopter...
Armando: And the wedding is back on. Can't you at least fake liking me?
Bef: Yo, congrats on getting expelled for having terrible grades!
Foggy: Thanks!
Chi - how - you didn't have a bookbag to carry that dress in... oh, whatever.
Foggy, you damnded show-stealer. Showing up the bride at her -
Oh, well then.
Bef: Armando, honey, aren't you getting in? We'll miss the plane!
Armando: Nah, you go! I'll stay and take care of Dee. She's such a little ray of sunshine :D
Bef: Wha - but - you're - wait -
Armando: Bye now!
Armando: Oh yeah! Takin' care of the stepkid and keeping the party rolling!
It's actually pretty good that he let Bef go max her motives, 'cause she was bottoming out and...
...about to go into labour!
What child could result?
How will Chickadee deal with the new competition?
Could Work Friend look any creepier?
Answers abound in the next installment of Another Blinkin' ISBI!
ISBI Stats:
Torch Holders: 1/20
Perma-platinum Sims: 0
Shrink Visits: 1
Social Bunny Visits: 1
Social Worker Visits: 0
Repo Man Visits: 0
Fires: 0
Self-Wettings: 2
Pass-Outs: 1
Fights: 0
Deaths: 0
Golden Tombstones/Death Count: 0/0
Max Career: 0
§100 000: 0
I apologize if many of the pictures don't show up. It's because of the work they're doing on LJ's servers. Rest assured, with persistence and patience, the pictures do exist.
Alternatively, because I like keeping you in suspense about everything hahaha. Previously:
- Befuddling got her founder shack and a job in her LTW career track.
- An overage of hauntings occurred. Ghosts were evicted.
- To spite her pedophilic leanings, I sent Bef to the matchmaker. Bad dates.
- Bef got set up with Phil, a neighbour, instead.
And we left off with impending Philbabies!
This be the Philbaby, known hereafter as Chickadee. Because I looked out the window and a black-capped chickadee was at the feeder. Wheyyy! So here's the first idiot, apparently already conscious of her future.
Bef: Cheerio.
Chickadee: Bugger.
Bef: OH GOD EWWW EW EW EW -500
I've had a few Fortune Sims, but I've never had any this wussy.
And I wouldn't say that if she didn't seem perfectly happy at the smell of her own filth.
Nannying up...
...so that Bef can busk a little.
Armando: Yo!
Bef: Ooh, rich kid.
Bef: Hi, I've been attending Rusty's School of Inadvertently Attracting Rich People. Do I seem inadvertently attractive to you?
Armando: Really, I'm only paying attention to you so that I don't turn around and look at the thing with the face.
Bef: Well, would it help to note that I have the finest education in high-class hornswogglement and an abode to match?
Armando: Well, I do say, Miss, uh...
Bef: Blink. And you shan't have to worry about the drinks - they're on me.
Armando: If you insist, my liege.
Take notes. This shit works.
Armando: But you should know that I'll only drink Foster's.
Work Friend with a Ginger Wig: Ugh, honey. Still -3000 hot points.
Eventually, their date begins.
It goes well.
Armando: Well, hello, fellow rich person!
Tanya: Hello! Let's go get married and have abhorrently rich babies.
Bef: Try it and I make your face abhorrent! :D
Armando: OH MY GOD I LOVE POSSESSIVE WOMEN *grabs*
Tanya: I am a ~masterpiece~. I am IRRESISTIBLE!
He and well over 47 000 of his Simoleons are snagged the next day.
Super-snagged. Rapid wedding ahoy!
...gerps.
The next evening...
Bef: Look, I know we kind of rushed into this. I know that love takes time. Heck, it took me almost four days to fall in love with my last lover! But when we first met yesterday, I felt such a connection to you. After that first conversation, I was dead certain that we are meant to be with each other for life. It's like we were - I know this sounds cliché - made for each other. Beyond what I've felt for anyone else. And to know that you don't agree - that you would take one ring, but not the other - well, it hurts me. But I still love you, very deeply, beneath the hurt. Please stay with me so we can try again.
Armando: Riiight...
Makeover. He looked like a douche. Now he looks respectable.
Respectably silly.
Chickadee: Hey. HEY YOU. HEYYY. HELP.
Armando: Ah! Well, damn! That little bit of parsley could have just ruined someone's whole day.
Armando: Yeees?
Bef: No.
Three things to know about Armando:
- He's a lush.
- He is almost always in his undies.
- When he isn't, he is filled with the rage of a thousand wronged souls.
And this is the wonderful thing about him bringing in massive amounts of money: I don't care. They've got over §34 000 left.
Make that the rage of ten thousand wronged souls.
Oh, well, that would explain it. Even jerkwad Armando needs hugs and cuddles.
Or... floating dolls... juggling... invisible Social Bunny... hallucinations... bumblefitz.
Also, I'm noticing how lumpy his face is now and going :/
Bef brought this guy home from work. Who would have thought - a higher-up, a respectable businessman, running a criminal enterprise on the side? Such must be madness!
Chickadee toddles it! Her face is pointy, but nice. Doesn't have any of those lines that you usually see on TS2 toddler faces. Doesn't mean I'm not regarding that chin with apprehension.
Hellz yeah, skillin' up the toddlebutt.
Armando finally tries to take an interest.
Chickadee: NO
Armando: ButIjust -
Chickadee: NO
Armando: Failure hurts my drunken, angry heart.
This happened when Bef was at work. Amazing, the things that desperation can drive a child to do.
Chickadee: DO NOT WAAAAAAAANT
But then I realized that Bef was only about five days from getting geriatric, so I gave her a non-rigorously tested, slightly glowing substance.
Armando liked it, anyways.
Armando and Chickadee: We are here for you in your time of need to support and encourage you!
Bef: PLEASE SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGE FROM OUTSIDE THE SIX-TILE BLARKJHGES
Armando: Fucking fuckers with a fuck fuckery fuck for the fuck and fuck fucking drowning ghosts.
Loyalty is for loyal people. Pfsh.
Chickadee grows up in platinum! I'm still not much liking that chin, though.
*POP*
Armando: Any child would be lucky to have a face like this one!
Chickadee: That's it. I'm out.
Ah, the lovely perfume of charred neurons, eh wot, Bef? Goes quite well with gay.
Chickadee: Dating is stupid. Dating is what led Mom to you. I'll never date. I'll especially never date anyone like you.
Armado: But I want to be your friend... +?
Armando: I even bought you a helicopter...
Armando: And the wedding is back on. Can't you at least fake liking me?
Bef: Yo, congrats on getting expelled for having terrible grades!
Foggy: Thanks!
Chi - how - you didn't have a bookbag to carry that dress in... oh, whatever.
Foggy, you damnded show-stealer. Showing up the bride at her -
Oh, well then.
Bef: Armando, honey, aren't you getting in? We'll miss the plane!
Armando: Nah, you go! I'll stay and take care of Dee. She's such a little ray of sunshine :D
Bef: Wha - but - you're - wait -
Armando: Bye now!
Armando: Oh yeah! Takin' care of the stepkid and keeping the party rolling!
It's actually pretty good that he let Bef go max her motives, 'cause she was bottoming out and...
...about to go into labour!
What child could result?
How will Chickadee deal with the new competition?
Could Work Friend look any creepier?
Answers abound in the next installment of Another Blinkin' ISBI!
ISBI Stats:
Torch Holders: 1/20
Perma-platinum Sims: 0
Shrink Visits: 1
Social Bunny Visits: 1
Social Worker Visits: 0
Repo Man Visits: 0
Fires: 0
Self-Wettings: 2
Pass-Outs: 1
Fights: 0
Deaths: 0
Golden Tombstones/Death Count: 0/0
Max Career: 0
§100 000: 0