I just wanted to drop a note that my ISBI challenge, We’re All Mad Here, is out of hiatus again. While I didn’t feel like posting on the Samples, I played quite a bit ahead, so now I’m playing over there. And posting on an ISBI takes much less effort, so I’ll be posting in parallel :).
Graduation Day dawned crisp and clear.
Then, right before the ceremony, the clouds opened up, turning the melting snow into slush.
The graduation ceremony was mercifully inside.
At least both of the graduates had a lot to brag about.
Joy Reacher walked alongside Edmund. He had to admit that he enjoyed the company. They both had a wry appreciation for the pomp and circumstance that Victoria didn’t share.
Her favorite part was the end. Free at last!
By evening, the rain had abated. Aunt Abby took time out of her busy promotion schedule for her latest moving to meet the new graduates at The Round Table for a dinner celebration.
“I’m not as young as I used to be,” Abby admitted, “but there are some interesting roles for old ladies!”
Everyone brought their orders outside and shuffled to find places to sit down.
Edmund asked Joy to join them. “Mom has something planned at home,” she admitted, but she couldn’t help but smile at Edmund’s disappointment. “I can drop by for a little while, at least.”
Edmund at down, and his family immediately crowded in around him. “This didn’t work out quite the way I intended,” he told Joy apologetically.
Joy laughed. “It’s all right. I have to leave anyway.”
Edmund watched her back as she left.
“I can’t believe my kids are adults already!” Andria exclaimed.
“I am so proud of you,” Dylan told Victoria. “You’ve grown up into an amazing young woman. I am proud to be your father.”
“Wow, Dad,” Victoria said. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Feel the burn!” Winston interrupted.
“Firecracker shrimp, just the way I like it!”
Sawyer ate alone.
As they finished their meal, the chef sidled nervously up to Andria. “Are you Andria Sword Sample? The fae activist?” she asked. “You’ve done so much for us. Could I have your autograph?”
“I’ve done so much?” Andria said. “Really?”
“Because of you, the Fae Council is letting us come out of hiding. Thank you so much.”
The chef wasn’t the only fae who showed up at the restaurant.
“Are you… are you a fairy?” Edmund whispered.
The winged woman laughed “Some people call us that,” she agreed. “It’s as good a name as any.”
“I’d love to get some pointers on how to make people do your bidding,” Gamora said to Aunt Abby.
“Why do you think I can help you with that?” Abby asked.
“Well, you ARE a successful actress,” Gamora said.
“I don’t think acting works the way you think it does….”
“Oh, my stomach!” moaned one of the restaurant guests. “Is there a doctor in the house?”
Sawyer sighed. “I never get a day off of this job.”
“Here, hold still. This won’t hurt a bit.”
“Hey man, are you sure? Oh, wait that does feel better!” He grabbed Sawyer’s hand and shook it vigorously. “Thank you! Thank you!”
Sawyer cooly extracted his hand and shook off the other man’s sweat. “You’re lucky I was here. Gutbusteritis can have serious consequences.”
“This is for making amazing babies,” Andria said, and she swept Dylan off his feet.
“I think it’s time to go home, Dylan murmured.
So they did.
It snowed in the night, and in the morning it was clear that Spring would be pushed off again.
“This winter just goes on and on,” Victoria complained to Edmund. “It’s even too cold for safe diving.”
“This last cold snap doesn’t seem fair,” Edmund admitted. “Even the family weather manipulator can’t handle something like this.”
“Wait, I just had an amazing idea!” Victoria cried. “Let’s get out of Avalon and go someplace warmer! We’re adults now. We can make our own airline reservations. Let’s just go!”
“Take a vacation?” Edmund said thoughtfully. “I admit it never occurred to me.”
“Will you come with me?” Victoria asked.
“I would love to see a tropical climate myself,” Edmund admitted. “Of course. And you know Winston will never forgive you if he can’t come too.”
“I’ll talk to him. He’s going to a culinary magnet school. I’m sure we can make some kind of arrangement.”
Within hours, she was on the computer, making airline reservations.
Off to sunny Isla Paradiso!
———-
I was pretty sure that Victoria’s birthday was on the first or second day of spring, just when the snow had all melted. Then there was some gap in time before I played the game again, and we were back to snow covered landscapes. Not sure what was up with that. It’s likely that some of the Options settings for season length got tinkered while I was messing around with game mods, but usually the game keeps you in the season you already have.
So, the result is that Avalon gets an unseasonably long winter, and I get to try out NRaas Traveler!
Joy Reacher was included in the group that I sent to The Round Table to have dinner, but for some reason she didn’t actually stay to eat. Sigh.
The game created a fairy paparazzo, which kind of fed into Andria’s storyline, so I went with it. She did kind of get hit with the ugly stick, though. Then again, I really really enjoy all the different kinds of faces my gene pool produces.
Oh, and Andria and Dylan are all over each other autonomously, as you’ll notice. I only take shots of half of their shenanigans. It’s so adorable.
While Edmund is out getting his wrist knawed on, the camera rushes back to the home lot.
Somebody is dying! What the heck??
Actually, it turns out to be a stray dog who wandered in the front door. Fabulous.
So how come this dog has a blue ghost, and I didn’t even manage to get Sky’s dog Riddle enough happiness points to get past the red ghost? What was this dog doing in life?
Dylan treated Grim with the utmost courtesy during his visit.
In fact, they really hit it off. They have a lot in common.
And here we have some kind of obscure failure of Icarus Allsorts’ Call to Meal mod, which I usually swear by for fixing the traffic jam that accompanies large meals.
Most of the party-goers route failed on the way to the cake, so I had Dylan serve them with this mod. After he set all the available table seats, he carried the cake into the ocean.
And swam. And swam.
His destination seemed to be this uninhabited island, which isn’t even on the lot.
I had to reset him. The poor cake was lost.
Local C-list celebrity dirt bag Justin Mai has spent a generation filling up my notification queue with stories of refusing to pay his boyfriend, Abby’s high school flame Dion Callender, child support for their three children. Dion’s no pushover, either. Dion keeps reporting him to law enforcement. Justin has gone to jail twice for nonpayment.
And, at last, I got THIS notification
And after that he paid every time.
Way to keep up the fight, Dion.
Sawyer and Emily. Again.
New Sim-of-Interest Jake Paradis is now a professional athlete.
And Java Weaver is a… teacher? You know he’s a Coward, right? This will not go well.
Forest’s current boyfriend may be in for some serious trouble. “At his throat” may not be a euphemism….
Abby’s brother Stanley is a father for the third time! His partner is Jody Ursine-Sample, many-generation descendant of Adjo and Toya. Woo. They are living together but show no sign of tying the knot. Jody is a Showtime Magician. Maybe he prefers to stay unmarried for the sake of his performance career.
Sean Flynn stages his fourth or fifth coup attempt against Forest. It fails. Again. Maybe he should just give it up.
And this included just because it gave me the giggles. I think Java should probably not take off hi shirt.
Edmund saw her across the street from Morgana Beach clubhouse as he left Victoria’s party. She was just standing there, silently, as if waiting for someone. Edmund could feel the waves of magic radiating from her. He was drawn like a moth to flame.
“My lady?” He called into the silence. Do you need help? May I be of some assistance? ”
She whipped around. “You,” she said. “Who are you?”
“I am called Edmund Sample” he said. “I am at your service.”
A smile played over her lips. “I would be careful pledging service to strangers you meet in the dark,” she said. “Anyway, I’m Marisela Flynn.”
You look like you’re searching for something, ” Edmund said. “This is an odd place to wander at night.”
“I’m always searching for something,” she said. “Sometimes I find it.”
As she spoke, the moonlight glinted of her teeth. Edmund started in surprise. Before he could be sure of what he saw, they were gone.
“I see that I’ve badly overstepped the bounds of propriety,” Edmund said. “It’s no business of mine what you’re looking for. I had the sudden thought that I could help. I’ll leave you in peace.”
“No!” Marisela said. “I’m sorry I have been so cold. I’m not used to people noticing me when I wander at night. Please stay. I’d like to know more about you.”
Edmund found himself talking about his fae blood and his quest to understand the unique magical underbelly of Avalon.
He even introduced her to Kalai.
Marisela hung on his every word and encouraged him to tell her more.
At last, Edmund realized just how lopsided the conversation was. “Now you know everything about me,” he said, “but I know almost nothing about you. I know you are magical as well. Tell me how.”
Marisela hesitated. “You’re right,” she said. “It’s not really a magical gift like yours, though. It’s more of a curse.”
“A curse!” Edmund said. “I have never encountered such a thing. Let me try to help.”
“I think you can help,” Marisela said, “but probably not the way you intended.”
She caught his hand, and suddenly he couldn’t pull away.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll try to make this hurt as little as possible.”
Then she sank her teeth into the tender flesh of his wrist.
Edmund gasped, unable to cry out. His wrist burned as she drank his blood. She held him firmly against his involuntary flinching so that her teeth tore his flesh as little as possible.
“What have you done to me?” he rasped as she let him go.
Marisela looked at him tenderly. When she spoke, her voice was sad. “I’ve done you no permanent harm. I’m sorry. It’s what I am.”
Before he could move again, she was gone.
He returned home, so lost in his brooding that he barely noticed the world around him.
He stumbled distractedly to a chair, where he could rest and let the last of the tremors from the blood-sucking subside.
Which left him victim to another one of Gamora’s pranks.
“A whoopie cushion? Seriously? Are we five?”
“What’s up, big brother?” Victoria asked. “You left the party early. Did you have a good time?”
“I think I have stumbled upon a creature of the night,” Edmund said without preamble. “I should have guessed that if fae lived on Avalon, there could be more sinister monsters as well.”
“There are rumors that one of our ancestors was a vampire,” Victoria said. “I guess it doesn’t shock me. There’s a lot about Avalonian magic that we don’t understand. Like, almost all of it.”
“It’s true,” Edmund mused. “There have been so many secrets for so long. We understand so little, even about ourselves, much less anything else magical here. It doesn’t have to be this way. I want to help bring enlightenment to our home.”
“I’m sure you can do it,” Victoria said. “Dark magical things are right up your alley.”
Edmund no longer felt sick. He felt energized. He hurried up to his room to begin sorting through old tomes of magical lore.”
There was a lot to find.
———-
I’m happy to kick January on the ass on the way out. I’ve played a lot ahead at this point, but I have had absolutely no inspiration to write. It feels like a victory to get something out! We’ll see if I can keep it up.
Marisela Flynn is Sean Flynn’s daughter from before I remembered to turn off fertility for him and Forest. She’s not Forest’s daughter. She and Edmund not only have heart-farts, they seem to have a lot of autonomous chemistry. I don’t know what her traits are.
Edmund is still sort of casually dating Joy Reacher. The threads are not resolved by current gameplay, so we’ll have to see how they all play out.
“This isn’t going to work,” Winston said. “It’s much too cold for swimming.”
“It’s not that cold!” Victoria protested.
Winston raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
“OK, it is kind of cold. But just a little bit! I brought my wetsuit.”
“Hey,” said the first arrival to Victoria’s birthday party. “You aren’t seriously planning to swim in this weather, are you?”
“All right, all right,” Victoria said as she stalked out of the water. “We’ll have the party in the clubhouse.”
The clubhouse was warm and dry and much more comfortable for everyone.
“Here we go! On to adulthood!”
“Better you than me!” Winston called.
“It’ll be you soon enough!” Victoria cried.
“So this is adulthood, huh? Am I supposed to feel responsible or something?”
“Hey,” Danial Ibari-Saunders said. “Now that you’re legally an adult and all, have you thought about settling down and having a family?”
“What? Are you kidding? Don’t I at least need a boyfriend to do that? Are you volunteering? Because if you are, I’m going to tell your wife.”
“Woo!” Danial shouted. “She’s into me! Do you hear that, guys? She’s totally into me.”
Victoria just had to roll with it. “You’re so persuasive. Where is your wife, anyway? Does she even know you’re here mingling with recent high school grads?”
Victoria was actually rather surprised that Danial had accepted her invitation. He’d been a senior when she was a freshman, and he’d been out of school for quite a while. Plus, he was the only one of her friends who was already married.
“Sasha’s not feeling well,” Danial said. “She sends her regrets.”
“Aww,” Victoria said. “Tell her I hope she’s feeling better soon.”
“Sure thing. You want to break out the karaoke machine?”
“You kidding? I love that thing!”
“So let’s fire it up and sing!”
They sang, and everyone else gathered around to listen.
But it didn’t take Victoria long to realize she was seriously outclassed.
“Hey, you make a great backup singer, Vickie!” Winston taunted. But he was right. Danial could fill the room with his voice. He sang like a pro.
“All right then,” she said as Danial completed his big finale, “time for something else!”
“Aww,” Danial called after her. “I was just getting warmed up!”
“I’m afraid to hear what you sound like when you’re at your best! But, seriously, let’s do something everyone can join in. This thing has to have something we can dance to.” She punched the buttons on the clubhouse jukebox.
“Eek!” Roderick squealed. “I love this song! Let’s dance, Vickie!”
“Hey, you’re not a bad dancer!”
“Well, I kind of practiced after your party when you folks went on vacation.”
“I’m hoping to make a career out of dancing,” Winston admitted to his classmate, Roderick’s brother Angelina Winter.
“Performance careers are a lot of work,” Angelina pointed out.
“I’m not afraid to work hard,” Winston said defensively.
“I don’t think dancing should be work anyway,” Angelina said. “And aren’t we supposed to be doing that now?”
“I think this party is getting too loud,” Edmund said. “Would you like to go someplace else?”
“Gladly,” Joy said. They slipped out the door together.
The clubhouse was full of friends having fun. Victoria couldn’t think of when she’d last felt so light hearted.
When Roderick went to get a drink, Victoria stole some time with her best friend Judith.
“What do you think of Roderick?” Judith hissed. “Isn’t he adorable?”
“Well, he is cute,” Victoria admitted.
“He’s totally into you!”
“Oh, come on,” Victoria chided. “Roderick’s into everyone.”
“I think Danial Ibari is the cutest guy in the room,” Judith admitted.
“Bite your tongue!” Victoria said. “He’s a married man. Hands off.”
Judith laughed. “I know, but I can look!”
At last, people began to trickle home. Victoria stood and watched the sunset through the picture window. She could see her parents flirting down on the beach.
In the silence, after all the laughing and excitement, she felt a little forlorn. Where did she go from here? School was over. She was supposed to have some idea of a career. But the only thing that really called to her was the sea. Could you get a job playing in the ocean?
Maybe things would be a bit clearer in the morning.
———-
Well, here we are, at the start of Generation 7!
I and I thought Vickie was beautiful as a TEEN. She’s just captivating as a YA.
She’s proving to be more interested in diving and building things than she is romance. She’s not going to turn around and get married a day or two after aging up the way Dylan did. I had been brainstorming a romantic storyline for her based on the attraction notifications and interactions from when she was a teenager, but I think she decided to spite me and fall for someone else. I guess we’ll see. I am DYING to see Gen 8 babies, but I want to give her time to do things the way she wants to do them.
The bit about Danial Ibari-Saunders being so great at karaoke is because I just learned that he entered the Singer career.
Roderick Winter, if I failed to mention it before, is the grandson of February Callender. It’s pretty cool to see her hair color still floating around. He and his two sisters are the kids of Sawyer’s half-sister Rosie Winter and Dylan’s high school girlfriend Corinna Shepherd. Those two gals have had a lifelong happy partnership, but they never bothered to get married.
Comments from the peanut gallery on Vickie’s romantic prospects are welcome. I can use all the input I can get.
Heh. I recently came upon a lot of extra time. I COULD have used that for simming, but instead I fell into a very big pit — modding and custom content.
After a week of reading tutorials and learning two 3D modeling programs, I have a submission on ModTheSims!
Here it is! Big Kid Style: 5 EA Child Hairs Converted to Toddler.
It’s a small step for CC creators, but I’ve been lurking on MtS for six years. It’s really excited to see my name up there.
I’m also keeping a Simblr. It probably won’t see a whole lot of actions, but I’ll post completed stuff there. Here’s the creatively named Echoweaver’s Simlr.
As far as gameplay goes, I’m still playing Victora’s generation is underway, but not for all that long. I don’t really know where it’s going yet. I do have 2-3 posts of material to complete Dylan’s generation. I just need to sort my pictures. Hopefully that will be soon!
I’m back to playing the Samples! I have a couple of posts worth of gameplay, but I think I need to play a bit further to see where things are going before I start posting again.
If you have some reading time, my ISBI is two more posts from heir poll. It’ll probably go up this week. Take a look: We’re All Mad Here.
And without further ado, a WHOLE LOT of Simantics that I was saving up until after the heir poll.
Freezer Bunny gnome takes his place on the award shelf. Er– is that a Santa Claus freezer bunny? Riding a mummy llama? I cannot track all the gnomes.
The best EA-generated name EVAR.
What about this brother-sister chat over lunch?
Time to remove some of the vegetation at the park.
Hmmm. If THIS had happened earlier, I probably would have had Sawyer go for it. This is Sam Pistachio, Sam’s simself from The Dysfunkshinul Legacy.
Sawyer has gotten like two heartfarts EVER from residents of Avalon — as opposed to half the female residents of University, where he was apparently a woohoo god. Emily Doctor is one, and Sam seems to be the other. There might be a third somewhere who is married.
Even better, Sam clearly knows what she likes, since this is the scene where she discovered her attraction to him.
Even though Sawyer’s pretty set on Emily at this point, I feel the need to do something about this perfect pairing.
Now, Sam recently gave me the most touching gift I’ve ever received in Sims blogging: My simself’s bastard son with her oh-so-sexy legacy founder Tewl Langurd.
Folks, meet Java Langurd-Weaver.
Traits: Coward, hydrophobic, light sleeper, photographer’s eye, proper. World-Class Gallery.
Java would be a great photographer if only he could get a little closer to the action. His professional colleagues urge him to “get down and dirty” with his subjects, but the mere thought of it makes Java shudder. The trouble is, he hates water and germs and is very easily startled. His published work is known to be distant at best, shaky at worst. “Ah yes, that one,” he says, referring to a blurry portrait. “A bug landed on my shoulder.” He confesses that he sometimes lies awake at night, terrified that his unsatisfied clients will burst in and murder him. “I prefer to experience the world from behind my camera,” he tells us. “Ideally, they will invent a lens with such a powerful zoom that I will be able to take photographs from my dinner table.”
You’re going to see his elf alter-ego wandering around Avalon very soon.
I think I should return the favor and create a bastard child of Sam and Sawyer. What do y’all think??
Moving on…
Continuing the theme of creepy things that should not be shared, WordPress blog stats seems to be much less free with the search terms it reports. That means I’ll probably get fewer reports that look like this:
Such an uncomfortable view into the seedy underbelly of the Internet there.
Oh, HERE’S why we had a line of sims peeing themselves in the background of Edmund’s tea party with Joy Reacher….
Mulberry Marmalade Saunders seems confused about what to do at the beach in the rain on the last day of Autumn.
Vickie sneaks out of the house to go to school. Because EA grounding is stupid.
It turns out there’s a mod for that, of course. I want to keep the punishment system, just make it less stupid. I’m trying out this one: User-Directed Scolding + Other Punishment Tweaks.
Everyone hated on each other at Winston’s birthday party. Especially the party crashers. Gamora thought it was awesome.
Victoria got into a huge, drawn out fight with the ghost of her step-grandmother Xia.
I like this shot of her being angry.
Maybe it’s witchcraft.
Here, Vickie has a vertigo problem after using the LLAMA transporter.
Man, when teens vomit, they REALLY get personal about it.
OK, the last one was legit, just silly.
I purchased some broom upgrades for our family witches, and they spend almost all their time being snatched up and used by non-witches. I have set preferred vehicles several times.
I thought you needed to be a witch to ride a broom. You think there’s a mod for that??
Warning, gentle readers, I’ve been hoarding updates, so this is LOOONG.
After doing nothing much more than writing books and occasionally schtupping a geriatric Asriel Bookabet for most of her life, Sam Pistachio’s life has gotten a lot more dramatic.
After sim-weeks of comparative bliss, Sam and Asriel’s relationship took a sudden downward turn. Bystanders began to see them having vicious fights in public places.
Eventually,
But apparently the woohoo was still pretty good, because it was several more sim-days before I got this one:
The last woohoo was apparently the best woohoo, though, because Sam walked away from that relationship pregnant. I don’t have a popup of the baby’s birth, though. I need to check on that.
Sam immediately jumped into the equally geriatric arms of the Xia Wu’s baby brother JC.
Asriel didn’t take very well to that at all.
Then Asriel and JC both died of old age. Beware, old folks, Sam Pistachio is on the make.
Before Asriel died, I discovered THIS about his career:
Say what? Wasn’t he a criminal for most of his life?
Sorry, Jo, the last original Bookabet has passed on. BUT! Asriel has a new baby in the works. He also has his much older son Timothy with my alternative-simself Zuzu Weaver.
Timothy and his husband Sherman seem to be doing pretty well. They got their own place.
Then they popped out a couple of kids: a boy and a girl in short succession. I’m particularly fond of their daughter.
But Sherman never DID get over the fact that Dion Callender dumped him to go to the prom with Abby Sample, as evidenced by the stream of stalking notifications I have been receiving all generation. This leads to some pretty intense fights with Timothy.
Dion, meanwhile, is busy as a single dad to the three kids he had with man-and-womanizing douchebag actor Justin Marmalade. He’s moved on, Sherman. He really doesn’t think about you anymore.
Police Chief William Pierce’s empire of corrupt law enforcement seems to be finally coming to an end. Looks like he got busted.
Argh. The Crumplebottoms simply will not breed on their own, and they owe it to their noble line to produce an heir to Chateau Crumplebottom. I may have to intervene yet again.
Matt Doctor Callender, the vampire sweetie of also-vampire January Callender, has been a criminal for two generations. Here he is getting promoted to Level 3.
Matt needs a new career. He must be the most inept criminal in the Forest Sample – Sean Flynn underworld empire.
Glitchy teen-lovers Rosalie Weaver (daughter of my simself Echo) and Janice Bookabet (daughter of Jo’s simself from the Bookabet Alphabetacy and grandaughter of Ada Sample) aged to adult and immediately got married. That’s a good thing for the glitch-twins they managed to give birth to in high school despite the fact that I emphatically do NOT support teen pregnancy in my game.
In the creepy May-November romance department, Janice’s sister Kari hooked up with Emily Doctor’s ex-husband, who is descended from Adjo Sample. It’s not going well.
Charlene Mai-Yo, who I believe is the daughter of Shanni Sample Crumblebottom’s second wife, has a dog problem. I’ve heard of a crazy cat lady, but this is ridiculous.
THEN we close shall close with the saga of Manisha Kapoor.
After getting kicked out of the house by her roommate Eloy Berg, Manisha rapidly courted, moved in with, and married the elderly Charlotte Stemple. Charlotte Stemple was born of immaculate conception from Charles Sample and a random Chinese townie in World Adventures.
It was not long before Charlotte passed to the Netherworld.
This left Manisha without a provider, so the next sim-day, she fell into the arms of Hunter Sample’s adopted son Ash. Ash is the biological son of Weston Mentary of The Simmentary.
Looks like Manisha has provided very well for herself.
#sims3challenge #sims3legacy #sims3story #thesims3
Victoria!
For the first 4 hours of the poll, Winston had the lead. After that, Victoria sailed past him (see what I did there) and held the lead for the whole rest of the poll.
In fact, there were like five votes in a row that were for both Vickie AND Winston, so the two of them kept advancing past Edmund and Gamora while staying the same three votes apart. In the last day or so, Vickie got some votes that were all her own and finished with a solid 5 vote lead.
Edmund: 4
Victoria: 13
Winston: 8
Gamora: 6
I got a humbling 22 votes. Thanks guys.
I usually give myself a vote, but I didn’t bother this time because it wouldn’t have mattered.
Sooo…. This came out quite different than I expected, which is funny because I didn’t know what to expect. Edmund got stomped, and I thought he’d be more of a contender. I thought maybe I’d decide who to move out first based on who came in last at the poll, but I can’t face kicking someone off the island like that. I’m going to see who presents me with something interesting that can be done in a small amount of game time.
Vickie has a few more days as a teen, and then we pass the torch! Wow!
Oh, and I have some Simantics stuff I held back in order to get to this poll, so I’ll do that.
AND I switch to playing the Wonderland ISBI while waiting to learn the heir. Oh. My. God. It’s so much fun. They’re close to heir-decision over there too, so I’m going to play to the poll and then come back here :).
#sims3challenge #sims3legacy #sims3story #thesims3
Squee! Here they are!
Poll is in the sidebar.
Make sure you didn’t miss the extended spotlight on Gamora in the last post.
I would like to provide a thumbnail biography for each sim, but honestly I just don’t have it in me to be very descriptive. So here are their pictures, traits, and a one-line description of the corner of the game they’re likely to explore. I also included the Lifetime Wishes they will have IF they become heir.
I was really bothered that I didn’t know Victoria’s last trait, so I went ahead and rolled it early. She will be a Gatherer when she ages up. That cleared up what Island Paradise LTW she should get :).
I’ll do the best I can to give a story to the spares, but I’m going to have to clear out some household spaces in order to bring in the next generation.
Sims with glasses also have pictures without glasses so that you may better see the genetics.
Without further ado….
Artistic, Proper, Brooding, Frugal, Brave
Occult State(s): Imaginary Friend, Witch
Favorite Color: Gray (I swear he was born with it)
Lifetime Wish: Mystic Healer, Cure 12 Transformed Sims
Edmund is an agent of all things Supernatural. Expect to explore more magic. He also has a bit of a noir streak. What fictional character is a Brooding, Proper, Frugal, Brave witch? Harry Dresden!
Irresistible, Perfectionist, Sailor, Brave, Gatherer
Occult State(s): Imaginary Friend, Witch
Favorite Color: Pink
Lifetime Wish: Deep Sea Diver, Master the Diving Skill and Earn 40,000 Simoleons in Diving Collectibles
Victoria is going to be our window into all things Island Paradise! Beaches, houseboats, and vacations to tropical destinations courtesy of NRaas Traveler.
Hates the Outdoors, Athletic, Natural Cook, Natural Born Performer, Brave
Occult State(s): Imaginary Friend, Witch
Favorite Color: Red
Lifetime Wish: Master Acrobat, Reach Level 10 in the Acrobat Profession
In addition to being a Showtime Acrobact, Winston takes his Natural Cook side seriously. He may still open a restaurant.
Traits: Evil, Dislikes Children, Hot-Headed, Night Owl, Brave
Occult State(s): Plantsim
Favorite Color: Purple
Lifetime Wish: Made the Most of My Time, Experience both Alternate Timelines (Dystopia and Utopia) while also being honored with a Legacy Statue
Gamora will be our agent of mischief and our window to the Into the Future expansion.
