Hi! I’m back from… well, I don’t know what I am back from. I am just back with another craptacular 100 slides of Legacy documentation.

Gen 2 is in the house and the main focus of this update. I’ll be switching focus around that point so expect this go pretty fast. I hope. I would like to be done sometime in the next decade.

So shall we move on to the family?

Too bad, we are anyway.

“Daddy, can you teach me how to do my homework?”

“What do I look like? Your parent?”

“Yes.”

“Okay here’s how you do your homework. You do it. Now get to it.”

“Daddy’s mean.”

“Bones is naked.”

“Why is Bones naked?”

“Daddy’s mean. He told her to do her homework right now. And she was in the middle of taking a bath.”

“That would explain the puddles on the floor.”

So the next day three fun deprived blond girls set off for school.

And returned with A plusses.

Well, most of them.

“The teacher was mean. He didn’t like my report about the freeing power of bathtime.”

“If you broke my computer fun time, I will so noogie you into next Tuesday.”

“Not if I don’t first.”

“I don’t like you.”

“Same here.”

In an effort to keep the siblings from killing each other. A skill session was in order.

I’m not sure if I.M. will get there in time for his elder birthday. But we’re gonna try.

“I should have enough skill points now to fix this without dying. I hope. Otherwise the social worker is going to have a field day.”

Accidental electrocution isn’t the only thing the social worker might get called for. This little one likes to jump on the bed to overheating. Seriously if I don’t watch her she will do this all day.

The seasons flipped to winter which so will not work, so I.M. got to change it back to fall. We need the skilling bonus and I don’t want my eggplants to die a horrible frozen death and we don’t have the funds to build a green house yet.

“Wheee!!!! I’m a superhero! I think I will call myself Shadowcat! Whee!!!”

“I’m a superhero too! Look!”

“Who are you? Buttgirl?”

“ANNIE!!!”

“So are you ready to grow up, girls?”

“Yep! I want to kiss the boys and make them cry.”

“Okay, that’s an interesting want, Annie. And you Fantasy?”

“I want babies! Lots of babies!”

“Not until you’re older. Much older.”

“Hey Daddy! I’m older!”

“Yipes! You are. My baby girl’s got boobies.”

“Why are you so surprised? Didn’t mommy have boobies?”

“I’m going to take the fifth on that one.”

“The fifth what?”

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

“Hey daddy, I’m older. Are you gonna tell me now.”

“No.”

“Awww Daddy!”

“Me next!”

“Go for it Bonesy.”

“Not bad. But I don’t want to meet people dressed like this.”

“I am so with you, Bonesy. What about you, Fannie?”

“If the person is really worth knowing they won’t care about what you wear on the outside. The inside is what matters.”

“Pfft! What self-help book did that come out of?”

“Actually that sounds kind of interesting, Fantasy. Wanna share?”

“Sure!”

“Sigh. Maybe I should have read a cookbook rather than a self-help book.”

“Noogie Time!”

“No Noogies. Not until we go shopping.”

“So we’re here? What do you think I’d look good in, Fantasy?”

“Why are you asking me?”

“Annie’s distracted.”

“I smell boys.”

“Mmmm… Boys.”

“What is that above your head?”

“Oh. That? That’s just me topping the education career. Don’t worry yourself not that I am your boss and can fire you whenever I want.”

“Would you like me to grovel? I can grovel quite well I’m told.”

“Right here would be fine.”

“Okay.”

“So childhood friend whose name is not important because we will only see you very briefly how would you like to be my snuggle kitten?”

“You mean I get face time? Where do I sign up?”

“Ow! Ow! I did not sign up for this!”

“Too late to back out now! By the way, did you know you have split ends? I can totally fix that. Just as soon as I am done noogieing you.”

Further down the sidewalk. Anime was getting her first kiss from another aged up child hood friend.

“Mmmm… He tastes like candy.”

“Yo Annie! Nice catch. Now if you can move your groping elsewhere I need to fix my girlfriend’s bad weave.”

“That is so much better. I think I am in love.”

“Me too. Although it could be chemicals you used. I’m not sure.”

“Why don’t you kiss me and find out?”

Fantasy wasn’t having as good of luck finding a ready made relationship. So she turned to matchmaker in desperation and got River Pons the paperboy.

Doesn’t she look thrilled?

“Ooooh! Fantasy’s getting her first kiss! I don’t know if I can watch. What about you Annie? Annie?”

“La la la! I can’t hear you! Whee juggling!”

The next day after work, I.M. aged up. He is a lumberjack you know and he is okay.

“I am not a framming lumberjack and I am definitely not okay. Look, I’ve pretended not to hear you narrating and dictating my life but unless you fix this travesty I will hound you until the day you die.”

Eep!

Better?

“Much. Now I will get back to ignoring you.”

“Did I hear you talking to someone, Daddy?”

“No one important, baby. Just keep skilling. Daddy wants his babies to get scholarships.”

“Okay.”

“I would like to announce my plans to be a world class ballerina so that everyone can wonder at my gracefulness.”

“Um this is a bad idea. Very bad idea. I think I’ll be a tortured artist instead.”

“Well I’ve got the tortured down. Nothing is more torturous than fast food service. I’ll work on the artist part… Later. ”

Bones also worked on getting fit. She doesn’t really care since she wants to be a game designer but since belly baring shirts look better without a belly, I thought it would be for the best.

I.M. got to work on the garden so that the girls could have a chance at a spouse. The only way they are getting one is if I get a wishing well.

Still life goes on… Kids get promotions…

Some are quiet about it…

Others not so much…

“Annie. You need to be aware that boys only want one thing. Kisses! They want kisses!”

“Uh. Okay, Daddy. I think they want more than that but I am not going to shatter your innocence.”

“Kisses!”

I don’t know what is worse, the purple tracksuit or Fantasy’s dancing…

“Look! Daddy’s kissing a girl!”

“I don’t think so. It’s your move.”

“Okay fine.”

A few moments later…

“You don’t let me cheat and you expect me to let you cheat. Not cool, Fantasy.”

“But I’m cute.”

“That is so not going to work on me.”

“Meanie.”

“Also not going to work on me.”

“Crap.”

“I suddenly feel fulfilled and now I want to do impossible things.”

Yes, I.M. is now permaplat. I have no clue what his next LTW is – probably something to do with a career since he can’t do that.

“Yes! I am buff. Boys beware!”

In case you didn’t guess, Anime is a Romance sim. With pleasure as secondary, she’s going to break hearts.

“Ooogha chaka, ooogha, ooogha chaka! I can’t stop this feeling deep inside of me!”

“I wish you would stop it inside of me. Your fist in my gut, hurts.”

“Sorry. But I can’t resist the power of David Hasslehoff in a parka.”

“I’m going home.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“Isn’t it a bit late.”

“Nah I’ll sneak out Daddy’ll never notice.”

“Sneak. Sneak. Sneak. I’m Sneaking in the snow. Just sneaking in the snow.”

“So any trouble?”

“Nope! So where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know. Where do you want to go?”

“Argh! I could have just stayed home.”

The reason I.M. never noticed his daughter’s antics was that he was immersed in mastering witchcraft.

“Who says I didn’t notice? Noticing and caring are two different things.”

Who’s narrating this? I am. So shut up and let me narrate. And stop commenting on my comments it’s annoying.

“Now you know how my life is.”

Sims!

One goal down of getting him to max evilness, now it was time for him to max the games hobby for the Fearless handicap. Although what games have to do with not being scared of anything is beyond me.

Really, the appropriate hobby would be tinkering wouldn’t you think? Because you have to be pretty damn fearless to willingly tinker with an electrical object in the Sims 2. I mean look at poor Bones face? You know she thinks I’m trying to kill her. You know it.

She’d be wrong though. After safely repairing the broken computer, I let her fulfill one of her wants. So she snuck out with random townie girl.

That takes a lot more guts than bowling a perfect game in my opinion...

“Yes! I bowled a perfect game!”

“Yay! I win!”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she also lost since she was playing herself.

“Annie I was wondering. Have you considered swinging both ways. It’d give you more options on who to kiss.”

“Are you volunteering?”

“Maybe?”

“Look. There’s nothing wrong with you liking me. But I don’t get off on girls. That’s Bonesy and Fannie’s gig. Me, I’ll stick with the bratwurst.”

“I didn’t know Fantasy liked girls.”

“She’s just keeping all options open for marriage down the line. She doesn’t want to miss out on the big day because Mr. Right doesn’t drop from the sky.”

“Oh. So do you want to experiment? Just a little?”

“Let me sing you my answer.”

“You’ve asked me to kiss you.And I’ve already dissed you.Don’t make me smack you?Cause I’ll whack you.Let me spell it out one more timeI’ll even make it rhymeI’ll never kiss a girl.The thought just makes me hurl!

Word!”

“Hmmm, I didn’t expect her to tip me. Score!”

“Woo! I’m so fearless. Even the white death can’t scare me. Come to Mama pretty puppy with the sharp pointy teeth.”

“Daddy. Playing all of these games is fun and all. But I’d really like to have a wishing well before we go to college. Please?”

“Why are you asking?”

“I think Annie’s starting to go a little crazy because of the lack of dateable boys.”

“What makes you say that?”

“No reason, just a hunch that she’s bouncing off of the walls.”

“Hmmm… you might have a point, Bones. I’ll call up the garden club right now.”

One quick inspection later and we had our wishing well.

So it was time for a few last aspiration boosts…

“River. I’m going to college tomorrow.”

“Well, just move me there with you.”

“I can’t. It’s not the way the challenge works.”

“But I love you, Fantasy. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

“Awww. That’s sweet. Let me give you something to remember me by.”

…

“Yay, 500 aspiration points!”

Sigh. Pleasure sims. Piddly wants for piddly points.

“Are we done playing around? Do we have the wishing well packed.”

“It’s in my pocket.”

“Then let’s blow this popsicle joint before my aspiration drops again.”

“Oh yeah! Smell that desert air! You know what that means, sisters?”

“No?”

“Makeover time!”

“Much better. I am so glad that I hit up SimCrew before heading out.”

“Annie. Are you sure you didn’t swipe the clothes from this woman here?”

“No. Why are you asking?”

“No reason.”

Since Fantasy here as the local Family/Popularity sim was rolling up all sorts of wants to fall in love, meet new people, get engaged, etc. She was the first to try to find her perfect mate.

“Please give me a sim I can marry in. No game breakers, please.”

“Mmmmph!”

“I am Corbin Grey, at your perpetual service.”

“Wha?”

“What is your name oh lovely lady from my fantasies.”

“Um. My name’s Fantasy.”

“Appropriate.”

“Really? You mean you don’t think it’s a little, I don’t know, presumptuous?”

“No, I do not. It is merely the most fitting name for a woman such as yourself. You are the embodiment of all of my fantasies wrapped up into one easy to worship package.”

“That is quite possibly the sweetest thing I have heard. I think we are going to be very happy together, Corbin.”

“I hope so. Shall we retire to a bedroom so that I may worship you further?”

“Only if you carry me.”

“We are here, Fantasy-mine. Although I am not sure I want to let you go long enough to lay you upon the bed.”

“Then don’t let me go. I don’t plan on letting you go either.”

“So Daddy was all ‘Probe me, aliens!’ and the aliens were like ‘Hell yeah!’ and that’s how come my skin is green.”

“Yeah right. Tell me another one.”

“Hello, Pan-Hel society? I want to found my own greek house. Why? Well, because I’m bored I guess and it sounds like a fun idea. You’ll let us in? Great!”

“Did you know your sister is digging in the rain?”

“Did you know that we are broke, Fantasy?”

“Nope.”

“Well, we are.”

“Okay. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“There! We have a letter. It’s pretty.”

“La la la. Just waiting to woohoo. La la la!”

“Is the well reset yet?”

“How would I know?”

“What is this well that you speak of?”

“Why are we all standing in the same pose?”

“Because it looks cool?”

“I’m going to bed. Bye Fannie and Fannie boy-toy.”

“You want to see something else cool, Fantasy-mine?”

“He hasn’t left yet?”

“He said he would show me something cool. I’m still waiting.”

“You do that.”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going to make a wish.”

“Not while I’m here. I’m going to flirt with you and then poke you.”

“Get off my lawn!”

“Oh well of wellness. Give me someone I can woohoo!”

“This is not what I asked for!”

Yes. Anime got crumplebutt as her well drop. She also kicked the old lady’s skinny ass. But this puts a minor crimp in my plans for her. She got a game breaker as her first well drop. That means if she is heiress, she isn’t marrying anyone in.

“No marriage for me, you say? I’m fine with that! Yay Butterflies!”

Inside, other things were also coming to a head. Not like anyone was really paying attention.

“Fantasy-mine. Your voice is so magnificent it can charm the simoleans from a scrooge. And I am no scrooge.”

“Are you calling my a Mary-sue?”

“Well your hair is long and flowy.”

“Oh, I think I need to throw up!”

“I see that thought bubble.”

“I cannot help it.”

“Me either. I know I’m hot. But I am not going to hurt my sister like that. I’d rather we became enemies over something more worthwhile than a man.”

“Ouch.”

“No game breaker. No game breaker. Just a nice girl I can love and snuggle with.”

And we get Alexandra O’Mackey. A playable. Meaning that out of the three well drops, only Fantasy can get married if she is heiress. The rest will be single parents.

“You seem exciting. I love your skin. My name’s Alex.”

“I’m called Bones. Kinda creepy if you ask me.”

“Nah. It’s exciting. I like excitement and adventure.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind a little adventure in the bedroom.”

“Lead the way.”

“This is nice. I could get used to you in my bed, Alex.”

“Good. Because I don’t plan on leaving.”

“Alex?”

“I’m not Alex.”

“But she said she wouldn’t leave.”

“Shut up, Bones. I’m trying to sleep here.”

So after one semester. I need you all to help me decide who is going to be the heiress of this Legacy and who is going to languish in obscurity as a spare dependent on when I feel like playing them to age, marry, woohoo, and procreate?

The choice is yours. Vote on boolprop.

Thanks!

~*~

My maid is so clean she leaves bubble trails as she walks.

Until next time: Happy simming!