First I would like to thank Blogdesk for even making this possible. My internet is so bad right now I can barely use Google Docs. Google. Docs. I’m about to go all medeival on the router, and the useless internet is about to be expunged.
On to legacy happenings. I don’t know why I keep playing them. I’m rather sick of them. This whole no lag business isn’t good for ISBIs. They don’t even fail anymore. Well, one fail, but come on. I mostly think I just want to get it over with before Sims 4 comes out. I should play the Uglies instead.
Also overstuffed houses? Yeah. Don’t do it.
Also, again, my fish died about halfway through this update so I was pretty sad. She was the only survivor of the otocinclus I got, and her name was Honeybadger because she was fearfless, for an otocinclus anyway. She’s was a tough little thing and lived around 7 months. Most of the are lucky to last through a month because of the way they catch them in the wild. Honeybadger was alone in a ten gallon tank with just a snail infestation and the Assassin snails I got to try and kill them off. Goodbye Honeybadger.
Thunder: “So, exercise is great, amirite?”
Thunder is trying desperately to fit in, and generally failing at it.
Lightening: “Ha, no! You want to exercise? You should do it by cleaning up our garbage. That sounds like a really fun time. Tell you what, we’ll let you have that all to yourself, because we’re generous guys, and instead of having fun, Fire and I will go outside. In the rain. To splash in puddles. Cuz that’s totally not fun.”
Sand: “Should I intervene? Naw, boys need to establish dominance or something. Besides I hate kids and I don’t care. Unless they start punching. Now that would be interesting.”
Thunder: “I don’t want to clean up dirty plates. Why do you guys always leave me out?”
Fire: “Hey mom. What’s up?”
Lightening: “Why indeed. Something to ponder while you’re having fun with those dishes. See ya!”
Dust: “Look son, you’re athletic, and disciplined, so you’re all ready primed to be able to kick their asses.”
Thunder: “But I don’t want to kick their asses. I want them to play with me.”
Dust: “You aren’t listening. I said listen. Now, you use that brute force to make them give you money. Once you’ve got all the money, or really whatever you want to make them give you, then well, you’ve got whatever you want. It’s called extortion.”
Dust: “Wooo! Happy Birthday to you!”
How the hell do the IF’s keep escaping?!
Buddy: “I got too big for your pocket.”
Fire: “Oh yeah. Now my bath is warm again.”
Cosmo: “So after all of that no one cleaned up the plates. Jerks.”
Sand: “Oh now I see why you’re so obsessed with these things. They’re fun!”
Kyle: “Damn it, how did you do that move?!”
Sand: “What this? Oh just this dexterous and fickle combination of buttons. You can’t do it?”
Synchronized co-op. So cute. I guess she figured it was the best way to stay close to her husband, join him some in Nerdville.
Then this happened and really pissed me off. The occult is his WIFE! Fuck you, EA.
So the Winter or Snowflake Day or whatever they’re calling Christmas in here came. I decided to enjoy some of what winter has to offer and had her build a snowman.
She invited Gustavo over for a gift giving party and he brought some eats. I largely ignored everyone while I sent Sand out to snowball fight with Fire.
His name makes sentences strange.
Fire: “I’m too light on my feet, mom. You’ll never get me!”
Sand: “Just you wait you little shit. I’m going to smack you right in the forehead.”
Fire: “Haha, you’re funny mom!”
Fire: “Hey watch it! That was really close to my face!”
And that was about the extent of it because my camera panned inside.
What. Even. Happened?
Dust: “That food Gustavo brought! IT’S HOT! MY MOUTH IS ON FIRE! LITERALLY! I JUST BLEW A TORRENT OF FLAME OUT OF MY MOUTH LIKE A FREAKING DRAGON!”
And… set the chair across from you on fire with it.
It’s Hot and Sour soup btw. I had to know.
Dust: “OH WILL WRIGHT SAVE ME! IT’S COMING OUT THE OTHER END NOW!”
Well there goes two chairs.
Dust: “I think I need… some time to myself.”
I had Sand come in and put it out with her ice spell while everyone freaked the hell out.
Dust: “It was dad’s fault everyone!”
Fire: “Gee Grandpa. I’m impressed!”
Deedee: *sigh* “Cyclone.”
Firefighter: “No that story doesn’t add up. Something’s fishy here. I think I know who really did it.”
Dust: “Nope. Dad definitely did it.”
Cyclone: “Well son, since you’re bent on blaming this on me, let’s just see how I actually handle this soup you couldn’t stomach.”
Lightening: “How was it grandpa?”
Cyclone: “Not bad. Not bad. Your dad’s a puss.”
Dust: “SHUT UP DAD IT WAS HOT!”
Sand: “What? What is it Ash? You see something?”
Ash: “Yeah mama. I see big Uncle Puss comin’.”
Dust: “SHUT UP!”
Deedee decided to try it out as well.
Cosmo: “I’m just gonna have CAKE! :D”
Deedee: “Oh my gosh! My sinuses are so clear! Look how far my finger fits up there now!”
She did not breath fire.
Deedee: “So good. Must lick remnants from hands.”
I think Dust really is a puss.
Dust: “SHUT UP!”
Dust: “I’ll not be spoken to this way. Especially by some sassy toddler. Thunder, you will pay!”
Dust: “Because someone has to and no one likes him but me? Besides it would be completely kick ass to have a firey son. For real, not just lamely named Fire.”
Sand: “I’ll turn you into a smoldering corpse if you don’t watch it.”
Meanwhile Lightening put a helmet on to do his homework. Seriously, he wasn’t playing on the couch. He walked in here, put n his helmet and sat down to do homework.
Lightening: “Homework is dangerous business! My head could explode at any second!”
Sand: “That wasn’t spicy at all. I don’t see the problem. Puss.”
Dust: “SHUT UP YOU FLAME WITCH!”
Dust: “The homework told me it wants you DEAD!”
Lightening: “AHH! I knew the helmet was a must!”
With all the excitement I forgot about presents. So we don’t get any.
Sand: “I blame Dust. And Gustavo. Who told that asshoel he could just go ripping open gifts while we all tried his stupid hot and sour sup?!”
I bet that was his plan all along.
And then Cyclone had his elder birthday finally.
Cyclone: “So exciting. yay…”
Cyclone: “Eh. All my chest hair fell out. Was that supposed to happen?”
Dust contributed to the snowman population.
Dust: “See how evil I am?!”
Yes. Sliced up cucumber eyebrows are sooo sinister.
One of them rolled a wish to make so many snowmen and the text on it mentioned a snowman army. My TS2 legacy had that!
Thunder: “Hey Cosmo, you wanna play catch?”
Cosmo: “Yeah sure.”
Thunder: “Yay! Ok here comes the ball.”
Cosmo: *misses the catch. Drops it in the snow and goes inside.*
GRRR. I’m getting sick of this kid having no friends!
Dust: “I’m his friend! I still want to see him become a fiery, kick ass ghost, but I’m his friend!”
Thunder: “Normally I’d be happy we were interacting, but I really have to pee so can you clean that later.”
Fire: “Are you kidding? Have you any idea how many germs culminate on this thing on a daily basis?”
Thunder: “Ok… I’ll wait.”
Stop being pitiful! Your name is THUNDER for crying out loud!
Cyclone: “So what? CAn’t a guy enjoy his waffles in PEACE?!”
I like your choice of apparel. That is all.
Fire: “Uh oh. Grandpa is using the tv. Wonder what dad’s gonna do.”
Kyle: *most obnoxious booing noises ever that I still haven’t caught on video*
Kyle: “I’m home from work so, I’m taking this.”
Cyclone: “You little shit!”
Lightening: “So Lucky, what shall we do today? Since we aren’t able to blow anything up yet. That’s going to be fun. So how about instead we test how long before my butt falls off! HA!”
Thunder: “I spy birthdays!”
That’s right! Sand and Dust are finally entering adulthood.
Of course she did…
Sand: “I hate my life! I never wanted kids and not only did I have to pop out two of them but I had to take care of two more! Now there’s some random one running around the house all the time that I have no idea who he belongs to! This sucks!”
Dust: “My turn to be stuck out alone in the snow. Sparkles flying over my body and making me tingle in my chest and in my-”
Screw you both.
Dust: “How are you surprised? You made her have kids when she didn’t want them and I’ve been living with someone all this time when I don’t like commitment! Where are my other partners, hmm?”
I’m not surprised. I just think both of you are assholes.
Sand: “Oh damn I’m hawt! No one will think I’m some ugly old mom now!”
Stylist: “Now get out, you sicken me!”
Kyle: “OMP my wife is going to want to divorce me!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”
I wish I had some words of comfort Kyle but, she totally does.
I X’d them out, OKAY?!
Good lawd. More birthdays.
Lightening: *most angry toot he can muster*
Thunder: “Yay! Now that I’ll be a buff teenager, maybe everyone will like me and I’ll have friends!”
Oh honey… that’s not what happens in the teen years. Not at all.
Thunder: “Well? Am I going to be popular?”
Umm… well I like your shoes at least.
Lightening: “Haha! You look liek a dork still!”
Fire: “Geez Thunder. What’d you do? Skin a couch for those shoes?”
Thunder: “Don’t worry. I’ll tell them all how awesome they all are, and then they’ll have to like me! :D”
Thunder: “And look! I grew my hair out to be more like my twin’s hair! Because he’s cool!”
I like his features. I’m thinking those are Cyclone’s eyes, the shape I mean. What do you think?
His IF followed suit, and looks fat.
Cosmo: “It’s cool. I don’t care. Not like I’m looking to get married or something.”
Great, Another one of these jackholes.
He doesn’t impress me.
I forced Lightening to grow up with his actual twin, much to his protests of wishing to stay with Fire.
Thunder: “Yay! Grow up well Lightening! I hope you get a trait you like!”
Sand: “What is this horse shit? Why are you in the way of my getting ice cream and cake from the fridge? Don’t you know I’m middle aged now!? I NEED COMFORT FOODS MOVE BEFORE I END YOUR ANGST RIGHT NOW!”
Anyway, Lightening got a useless trait.
Lightening: “Nothing I do is useless. I’ll catch fish and then fit them with robotic arms. They’ll wreak havoc upon swimmers by grabbing their legs and scaring the crap out of them! HAHAHA!”
This. This is eccentricity. Not an inventing table.
He looks like a clone of Dust to me. Anyone else?
Lightening: “I shaved my head to be more like dad.”
Thunder: “DANG IT!”
Yeah. I’m going to try and not mix these two up not that the opposite ones have long and short hair.
And then apparently Ash grew up too but I didn’t take any pictures of it. Eh, toddler derps. I’ve had enough of those to last me a lifetime.
I let her keep her random roll because I dunno what to ever give them.
An excitable hot head. She’s going to be a blast.
Ash: “Are you messing with me?! You better not be messing with me!”
I don’t think either of the kids look much like Kyle.
Dust: “How about me? How do I look now? I’m still sexy right? I could still get any girl I wanted, right? TELL ME I’M NOT FAT!”
I hate mid-life crisis.
Thunder: “Yay! We’re doing activities together!”
Why do all the teen shorts in my game take out chunks of their ankles?
Ash: “Don’t worry Wiggles. Grandpa is right here. He’ll defeat that raging rhinoceros!”
Cyclone: “Say what now?”
That’s kinda cute. She’s under the table like a real kid.
Cyclone: “YES GET ME OUT!”
I also got a pop up about prom and figured I may as well take the boys out to see if I can find other teenagers for dates. Other people seem to have luck with this. But then other people use Twallan SP.
… He left Cyclone standing in a cold park. Good news was though, there were two teens there.
Bad news was by the time I got the teen group over there all the teens had left. Cyclone was invited to a party so he went off to that too.
Old Man: “How dare you write such rubbish about me to the editor!”
I don’t know what skill Lightening is gaining from watching this…
Lightening: “I’m learning so much. That lady is in a night gown.”
I think… you’re learning things you really shouldn’t.
Old Man: “Don’t you ever come back to my turf again! This is my park! You take your knitting club elsewhere!”
Old people turf wars.
Cyclone: “Oh alieeeen. How does the rolling pin feeel. Doe sit feeeel pain?”
Your song writing sucks.
So I know this is abrupt, but then when am I not? The next image I have is of Fire as a teen. I rolled his trait and let him keep it. Why not?
Fire: “I know what I want to do. I want to compete in the cross country trail rides. Where I can be outside, in the desert, and make my way across with just myself and my trusted steed.”
That’s what his traits make me think of. Hidalgo.
I also think I figured out why everyone keeps booing Cyclone. He keeps losing his games. He’s a sports star in cae I never mentioned it or anyone forgot because I never find any reason to mention it. And he sucks.
Deedee: “He makes our town look like fools! He needs to retire!”
And with that, I guess I’ll end this chapter. Nothing too terribly exciting. Next chapter gets a bit more interesting. I’d promise but then, what’s interesting to me may not be so to you.
Deedee: “Ah my PLUMBOB! Is it bed time? Oh I LOVE bed time! I get to drift off to sleep with visions of frolicking unicorns in my head and then I dream of grand adventures I go on with my Yeti companion! Oh I love sleep!”