(My apologies to all German speakers for slaughtering the language. It’s been a while and my vocabulary is just not cooperating today.)
I had never imagined living in a city.
A title like that ages me, doesn’t it? Oh well.
Welcome back to my TS3 Legacy! Last time we were here, the spares from the previous neighborhood moved out and the final child of the 8th generation was born. Let us now return to the household that rivals Olive Specter’s for deaths!
Guten Morgen, Alles! Time for the second part of Month VIII, which so far has involved a surprising amount of deaths, even for a multi-generation challenge. Will the remaining households do better?
Well hello everyone! Long time no write, eh? I could give you excuses for why I haven’t posted since February, but you can summarize them as work, health, and laziness. Especially that last one.
Naming isn’t my thing, okay?
Welcome back to my TS3 Legacy! Last time, not too much happened because I was having severe writer’s block, but we did get babies out of Emilia and Tonya, thus blocking anyone from moving out because at the time I was not aware of Nrhaas’s mod that permits more than eight Sims. I have it now but for now, onward!
Please forgive any e‘s missing in words. The keyboard I’m using is being very fussy and we all know I’m a pile of typos as it is.
Hello everyone, and welcome back to the second half of Month VII of my BACC! Last time we were here, Andy got married to his Townie love Christy Stratton, Jason got abducted by aliens, and I could not spell a single fucking person’s name right. Brain fog is a powerful thing, guys.