Hello everyone and welcome back to my TS2 BACC. Last time we were here, the rural woods were inhabited by my simself and followed by Antony Baguet, who married Danielle the Forest Gang Lady and began breeding plenty of kids (3 to be exact). It’s a Monday night, nearly 10:30PM, and I’m trying to level up my Pokemon to defeat a gym leader that my Pokemon are 10+ levels behind (I use type advantages a lot okay), so why not update this blog while grinding? So I tell myself.
So we’re starting off with this photo — my simself’s business! Yes, we managed to spruce it up a bit, and of course it’s green. I love green. Nothing is better than green.
My sim enjoys spending her time looking at the Loch Ness Monster that apparently inhabits the lake. Okay then.
But forget her weirdness… We have something more exciting at home — a kid!
“Um, where’d this kid come from?”
He came from the adoption agency. IRL, I’d adopt a kid around his age. They communicate by something other than screaming by that age. And look, he’s even wearing green!
And already we may need to screen what he’s doing. Um, simself?
Well whatever. Here’s a better hobby for you, Jack: gardening.
“Mmmm, good eating, this gun!”
This kid is magical. He can move the earth like a mage!
“Hahaha, didn’t pay your bills? NO TOYS FOR YOU!”
This is why I appreciate TS3 telling me when bills are due. Because I always forget to pay them. Even IRL I have things on autopay because if I don’t have to do it everyday, then I won’t remember. Also my Pokemon are getting their asses kicked by a Tentacool. Great.
So it’s time to get some money, and what better way than having the review stare us down while the painting stares her down. We couldn’t stay long, what with Jack’s motives plummeting and him soon becoming a whining nuisance, but at least we made a bit of cash.
“No, son, we can’t have a TV. TVs are evil. Now eat your pie.”
The business is going pretty well, as you can see. That reporter gave us a #1 reward, and everyone wants to buy our delicious organic vegetables. It’s not easy making money off of these things but we’re trying.
Now if only I would stop sleeping in Jack’s bed. That’s right, shout at her, wake her up and get her into her own room!
Welp, that’s our cue to go see how the Baguet family is doing.
The answer is not well. Terry here got taken away by the social worker along with the twins, resulting in me quitting without saving because oh hell no. How did she even find us among the woods?!
So it’s time for him to learn how to do his homework, and do it RIGHT.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, the twins are growing up.
“Yeah, Julia! Grow up with that awesome custom hair and those awesome PJs! You go girl!”
Yeah, they’re pretty cute. They have gigantic mouths but eh, could be worse.
Meanwhile Danielle was an unhappy little Sim and wanted to make a wish, so I let her for easy aspiration points.
Granted it didn’t go so well but oh well. +1000.
“Gah this sucks! I want to have FUN, not play with blocks!”
Shut up kid and grow up. Then at least the social worker won’t take you away.
You, get out of here. We have kids to grow up.
So ignore that clearly this is not the same time as the photo before, but we got Terry platinum, somehow, and thus we have a sharp-cheekboned teen. He seemed like the Pleasure type so that’s what I gave him, even though I suck at Pleasure Sims.
Dates make it easy to get aspiration points, at least. Here, Antony gets points for leering at his wife.
It’s time for the girls to get makeovers. Unfortunately Julia didn’t like her new style, but whatever, I think it looks cute!
Also, using cheap stuff, I manage to find a job for Antony. We need money, Law Enforcement is unlocked, and Antony is a Fortune Sim, so it should be a win in general
So I’m not sure if grocery delivery is okay, but services are locked, and the rules only mention Pizza and Chinese, and I don’t feel like constantly reselling the fridges. So Delivery is the way it’s going to go.
Now that we have kids in both households, they’ve started bringing each other over.
“And then a ghost got me STRAIGHT through the heart and–”
“Oh yeah, custom flags are the BEST. Forget Simerica flags.”
Okay, you, enough gossiping with Bon Voyage townies, get to crafting!
Though, perhaps we should have told her to go home.
“WAAAAAAAH SHE JUST PRANKED ME!”
Come on, Antony, just prank her back.
Once Antony recovered from his trauma, I have him show Terry the business. We need money and we need to get rid of some pottery.
“But don’t you want this mysterious good? Or maybe Ben Long here?”
Poor Terry, learning at a high-level business is rough. Toby here didn’t appreciate his efforts.
“How dare you hire your kid! He sucks!”
Okay, I have no idea what Antony is crying over.
But I DO know that Terry threw a tantrum!
“Goddammit, my stupid dad! Crying and embarrassing me!”
“Why is HE my dad, huh?! I could have had someone tough like Komei or Ben, but nooooo, I get the soft artistic type!”
“Look at him over there, being all kind and caring to Ben while I’m stuck here at the register! I hate him!”
“And then THIS jerk won’t even buy! HELLO, why are you here then?!”
“Come on, Ben, you know you want the pot! It’s high-quality and pure!”
With that lame joke, let’s move on.
Margaret here enjoyed her makeover more than Julia did. A cute little hat to match her tanktop and she’s good to go.
“So listen, son, I know you didn’t like the business, but you’re my choice so get making.”
“Get making, Dad? Really?”
“It’s not my fault our creator can’t remember basic words.”
Shut up, both of you!
It’s called waiting your turn, Terry.
“Bye, Daddy! Enjoy work!”
“Um, Julia sweetie, I’m over here.”
So in between dealing with his unruly son and clueless daughters, Antony has been able to pull in promotions, making his Fortune heart very happy and impressing random passerbys.
Danielle, meanwhile, is skilling. At this point I still hadn’t figured out that she should quit her job, so she prepares for promotions while the kids build up some skills.
“Listen, girls, growing up is the BEST. Way more freedom and a longer curphew!
“Um… Can I just eat in peace, Terry?”
And hell yeah, Sandshrew evolved! Never mind we’re still 10+ levels behind, I bet I have a chance NOW!
“Hell yeah, I rock! A+!”
Better than your childhood years, kid.
“Damn, she’s a moneymaker.”
“Damn, my wife’s a Fortune dream.”
Yeah, I know, breaking the rules. Sue me 😦
By the way, here’s a view of their house, mainly, the awesome table I tried out. Sadly it didn’t work, but it was a good idea at the time.
Back to the Cable household though. Here we see Jack having some serious issues. You’d think if he was so bored that the wolf destroying his homework would be a good thing.
I could have helped, granted, but psh, talking to the plants is way more important.
Jack likes hanging out with the twin girls, especially to play cops and robbers. But no more of that for him…
It’s time to pop into a teenager.
“Damn, dude, you got guns.”
Too bad he got a ridiculous outfit. Still, he’s handsome, if confused.
And he wasn’t the only one aging. I chose that time to grow into a hideous outfit. Cowgirl shirt and elastic-waist pants. I dress better than that IRL, and I wear mostly jeans with holes in them and heavy metal T-shirts.
Sadness was coming, though. Thalia was old, and I was not looking forward to a certain day…
I know exactly how my simself feels. Watching this, or even putting it here, is heartwrenching. I don’t like thinking about the real Thalia dying 😦
And the pet death scene takes FOREVER, too. Gah.
Welp, time to get another cat. Moonshine here is nearly a Thalia clone.
But why make friends with the cat, when you can make friends with a wolf.
Sadly, despite being able to give him a belly rub, my sim did not get bitten. Grrr.
Whoops. Well, onto the Baguet household!
There are birthdays happening in the Baguet household — the twins are now teenagers, making Julia there sleeping with dad really weird.
And time for more makeovers. Julia gets this hat to match her orange-pink ensemble that somehow works…
While Margaret gets a lovely down do to match her yellow and red ensemble that ALSO somehow works.
Oh dear. Who’s putting body parts up on the front door now?! It really creeps out the neighbors.
“Hell yeah! Smustle like you mean it, sis!”
Yeah, I have no words for these two.
Forget silly dancing, it’s time to skill, skill, skill! Terry is doing quite well with the pottery, and as you can see, is beginning to act a lot like his father. He isn’t as much of a Pleasure sim as I thought he’d be.
Meanwhile, upstairs, age has caught up with Antony.
But instead of showing you him, you get this picture of Terry sacrificing his hand to the sink gods.
And then eating rotten chili, because food shall not be wasted!
“Whooo! Aim for that last logic point, honey! Make that move!”
And so she did, launching herself into platinum. Aren’t you Romance, Danielle?
Antony, meanwhile, gets to finish up a painting, hopefully a masterpiece to give him an aspiration boost. I need to keep him as plat as possible.
Meanwhile, upstairs, the smustling was getting a bit insane. Julia here was out of sink with her siblings, one of whom was sacrificing his lower leg to the smustle gods.
“What the hell, what is happening up here?! Kids, get out of my way, I need a warm meal and a bath!”
Terry, stop sleeping with your mother.
“Oh, Danielle, take the plunge. I promise you’ll always be hot to me.”
And thus, in her underwear, Danielle sparkles into an elder.
“H-Hey! You poked me!”
“Don’t think you’ll get away with this, BITCH.”
“Oh ew, elder lady in her underwear.”
So every day the teens like to bring home friends, resulting in near-parties.
“I will whoop your ass, Terry!”
“Go for the triple combo, GO FOR THE TRIPLE COMBO!”
“Eh, so what if I lost. It was bad luck.”
“Yeah, whatever, Terry.”
Julia, what are you doing?! You are at like 20/20 with him!
“WAAAAAAAH HE REJECTED ME”
Well yes, that tends to happen when you try to kiss people you DON’T KNOW. ACR, man.
Meanwhile, downstairs, this is definitely not a Romance sim, unless that was 50 Shades of Grey or something.
“Psh, as if I would read such garbage. It was 35 Hues of Smoke.”
See, Julia? See what happens if you build up the relationship first?
“Gosh, you’re cute, Julia!”
“Gosh, you’re cute, Orlando!”
“Oh dear god, weren’t they strangers just two hours ago?!”
Two hours is like two days in Sim time, Margaret. That and they’re teenagers. They have more hormones than sense.
It’s called waiting your turn, Danielle.
Meanwhile, woot, a Masterpiece! Platinum plumbob and a happy elder!
Meanwhile, outside, I got Terry’s aspiration up just enough to make him a Fortune Sim. It just seems to suit him better.
As for Julia and Orlando… Well, ACR opens up some options for teens. Just sayin’.
Speaking of options, Terry brought home Meadow today from school, on his birthday. They mostly ignored each other, but she was ready to cheer him into adulthood.
“Um, you’re standing in my personal space, Mrs. Baguet.”
Pop, +5000 to Terry! He wasn’t platinum unfortunately, but at least he wasn’t in the green if I recall correctly.
Not that that stopped THIS from happening.
“Durrrrr, I grew up well and yet I’m feel craaaaaaazy!”
“Um, is there something wrong with Terry?”
“Oh, he’s just cuckoo, Meadow. Brothers are always crazy.”
“I feel like there’s somehow there, though…”
“Jeez, Meadow, there’s no one there. Are you as crazy as he is?”
“Haha, dresses?! Are you insane?! Skirts have SO much more potential!”
Yeah, I’m tired, sue me.
Excuse me, Terry, what are you doing?!
“I’m just giving this lovely teen a loving forehead kiss!”
Gaaaah, Terry, you showed NO INTEREST in her! If you had, I would have grown her up with you! But no, you had to have her as jailbait!
*sigh* All right, Meadow, let’s grow you up. No jailbait in my game.
The monkey T-shirt and a skirt, Meadow? Whatever, at least now you’re an adult.
We interrupt this story for a brief look at my simself’s household, where we see I have maximized my Logic.
I sent myself and Jack to the gaming lot as we kept rolling the wants to win gaming competitions. Freakin’ FreeTime. Unfortunately I couldn’t figure it out and so we went home with no aspiration boosts.
Being at home didn’t help. Who is this? No clue. Probably me.
After all, Jack was too busy trying to get a first kiss and missing. I don’t think you’re supposed to weld your faces together, boys.
“Hey man, congratulations on being smokin’ hot.”
Well enough of that, we have money to make. We got some grocery displays in, though it seems people are more interested in checking each other out.
But money from the groceries gives us a chance to improve the house at home, giving the bathroom a nice teal look.
Too bad my Sims have no concept of privacy.
“Oh hey, son, how was your day?”
“That’s right, son, wiggle a bit, then the sparkles come…”
“WAAAAAH I NEVER WENT TO COLLEGE”
“Oh shut up, you ungrateful son. I’ve toiled hard to get us to where we are today, but it’s never enough, is it?!”
“Oh hi there, stray dog! Say, you’re awfully friendly, and I feel a kinship!”
“How would you like to move in, huh? I need someone to confide in.”
Heh heh heh, sucker…
“Gah, a dog?! Really?! I shall distort my arm in protest!”
We return to the Baguet household to show you how beautiful it is now. Wrap-around deck, brick, a pool… They get it all.
Now if they’d stop being CREEPY, that’d be great.
So once again Freetime want spam is ruining everything, so I send Julia along to participate in dance competitions.
Julia, dear, you need to have confidence! Be SURE you can smustle. FEEL your power.
“OH yeah, I’m awesome–”
You’d think she’d win, what with the choke-interpretative-dance that the pizza girl and dance dude are doing, but alas, all we did was lose aspiration points here. Grrr, why do I bother?
“Oh god, Dad, Dad?! Are you okay?!”
“Yes, son… After enough times, this feels pleasant… A good tingle to start the morning…”
Meanwhile, outside, a date with Orlando helps get Julia’s aspirations up. I really should just have everyone constantly on dates. Seems it’s the only way I can keep most of them happy.
Except for Margaret, perhaps, though she seems to have taken a break from studying to get punched by some random teen.
It’s back to Logic, though and an 8000-point bonus as she maxes it! Now when she grows up, we’ll unlock a second position in the Science career!
And outside, Terry and Meadow were getting to know each other.
“Oh baby, I love you but can’t be buggered to let us both have big hearts… Um, my eyes are up here, Meadow.”
A nice cuddle and more in the new hot tub…
… Followed by a tub-side proposal…
… And Terry feeling her up after we invite her to join the family.
What do you want my attention for, Meadow?! You’re happily engaged, you’re part of the family, what’s your problem?
“So Meadow, did I hear you singing earlier…? It was very high-pitched, you should work on your range.”
“So, I don’t recall us having any after-school youth programs here, so why are there so many teens hanging out here 24/7?!”
Meadow approves of the makeover I gave her. I don’t usually put very heavy lipstick on the ladies, but it works well on her.
And because I’m an idiot, I tried once again to bring these guys to FreeTime events. And it’s calling waiting your turn, Adijeet (sp).
“Yes, yes, get that triple combo!”
Meadow and her future mother-in-law bond over some SSX. Now that’s family.
And look at that sensual underwear.
And ugh, back to FreeTime! Danielle, I think to win you probably shouldn’t have burned the pork chops.
“Hmmmm, this is some fine man– I mean spaghetti, yeah, spaghetti.”
“Seriously, the spaghetti won?! I brought CHEESECAKE. MOTHERFUCKING CHEESECAKE!”
“Hell yeah, simple WINS!”
Finally, going here works out.
We come home in time for a birthday party. Or maybe some weird exorcist, what with the glowing and all.
POP goes Julia…
And then Margaret, though it seems no one is interested except creepy Amin there.
And down go both of the girls. Never mind that they both grew up well; their aspirations just were not high enough to take the no-college hit.
Not to fear, though, we cheered up Margaret with a nice makeover. I think I had already had Julia move out by this point.
“Yes, hello? It’s time for a wedding. My Family heart rejoices!”
And with bells, a brush of snow, and a bad photograph, the wedding is ready to go.
Okay, I have NO clue what Antony is crying over. I suspect the sour-faced woman to the left is to blame, or maybe he dropped his champagne.
All right, everyone, let’s get the wedding on the road. Terry, could you wait until AFTER the ceremony to check out Meadow’s boobs?
“OH, Terry, when you first kissed me, I knew it to be true love. After all, you risked jail time and the creator’s wrath.”
“Indeed, Meadow, I knew you were the one for me when you didn’t call the police.”
“Please, take this ring and I promise you many babies.”
“Ahh, a beautiful wedding, with a lovely couple and lovely pixelated trees.
The guests even managed to cooperate, though I’m not sure why Jack is dressed like Sherlock Holmes.
“ANd now she’s mine, people, got it?!”
“Oh dear, stop glaring at the guests.”
Um, Danielle? You kind of missed your firstborn’s wedding.
“Yeah whatever, I’m in the middle of a 5x combo here.”
So it’s time for celebration, and the guests start it off by cramming into the tiny-ass bathroom. Never mind we have two, possibly three if I had finished the upstairs by that point.
And then it’s time for cake and champagne!
God, I love the ridiculous cake-shoving faces. Terry here has only three nice points so it was bound to happen.
Um, Christy, you’re at his wedding. Think you can control yourself?
“Terry, dear, we’re toasting to you. Think you could at least look at us?”
Yeah, sure, Christy, like we don’t know your motives for toasting him.
And then she actually went for either an Admire or a Flirt at his wedding! Thankfully, Terry rebuffed her.
“Psh, I can’t believe you would reject THIS.”
“Considering I just married Meadow, you can keep your hands to yourself.”
“Oh baby, they’re all gone and we have this lovely new upstairs bedroom. Let’s use it!”
So Meadow’s LTW actually involves raising 20 puppies or kittens, not kids. No way I can make that one, but we’ll put the effort in.
That’s right, wolf, get Amin. He’s creeping around my families.
Well yes, Meadow, babies tend to result from WooHoo.
“HRRRRRGH ALMOST GOT THIS OUT, HRRRGH”
Let’s face it, there aren’t many OTHER reasons I would have taken this photo.
And while Baxter pops into adulthood, guess who’s here again?!
Um, dude, you realize we can just make that again. Out of all of the things to steal.
Yes, Meadow, you’re pregnant. We already established this.
“Wow, you’re pregnant, dear? It must have been that TV!”
“Now Terry, I’ve been meaning to tell you. You would look LOVELY in a pair of stilettos.”
“So, Dad, I think it’s time we sent Mom away to a home.”
“Oh hell no, son. Also I feel like an euphemism would have been way funnier here, creator.”
True, but it’s nearing midnight, I’m tired, and I just couldn’t figure out how to fit it in.
Terry is getting oooold, actually. I used a bit of Life Elixir on him since he was aging way faster than I expected, but there was only so much I could do, even with Baxter here to protect him.
But finally I got him Platinum, and send him meditating…
He started to get a little weird, and I worried he was having hallucinations or a seizure.
“Um, hello, creatoooor!”
Dammit, Meadow, I have other things to worry about!
For Terry just stopped meditating.
Coming straight OUT of people now, eh, Grim?
“I’m here for you, Antony.”
“Shouldn’t you get your lei out of your skull, first?”
“Hey, what are these chicks doing here?”
“Oh no, Dad!”
“Oh no, she DID have something else to focus on!”
So I try to get nice death photos, but when my Sims die they lose half of their freakin’ body, and then the Hula Girl smashed herself straight through Grim, and well, this is the result. Rest in peace, Antony. YOu helped get our population up and gave us a solid business. You earned that platinum death.
“Say, where’s my husband?”
Classy, Danielle. Miss the wedding AND your husband’s death.
And on that charming note, this is where I will leave you. But what a time in this young town’s life! Will Danielle ever notice Antony is dead? Where did Julia and Margaret go? Will my household EVER do something interesting? And did I finally beat that gym leader?! These questions and more will be answered in our next installment. Apologies that this one was subpar; I thought I’d think of something but instead I just kind of sludged through. Hopefully next time the snark will be at full strength! Tschuess!