The Moxley Legacy: Gen 1.2

Catch up: Gen 1.1

Sooo, quick catch up. Last update was full of fail. Not my Sims, but me. I failed to install necessary hacks, I didn’t have useful custom content, and my screen caps were mostly useless.

As far as the Moxleys are concerned, we started with founder, Mickie, who could find absolutely NO-ONE in the world, and then we fell in love with Harriet, the first Sim to walk by. Both women got pregnant, with batches of twins a day apart. First were Nattie and Tyson, then Nikki and Brie.

Also, Wing, my friend told me I’d been numbering this legacy wrong. I previously had switched over to the next generation number at birth, but apparently you only do that when the next gen torch-holder takes over.

We start with Nattie aging up to toddlerhood.

Followed by her twin, Tyson.

Since these are the first twins before the others age up, Mickie grabs Tyson and tries to teach him to talk. Spoilers, this does not happen.

Which means Nattie was left to her own devices.

Nattie then found Moosley. What? All cows are called Moosley.

I literally cannot explain why this is in my screencap folder. However, there it was, right between these caps, and it was so weird, I had to share it.

So, this is Tyson. He’s adorable, but does not have elf ears. I like elf ears, but it doesn’t push him out of contendership. Likely, the fact that one of his siblings, who is a twin, is called Nikki will do that.

(Backstory: wrestling fan. Nikki Bella is my favourite diva ever. I know, I know, how dare I? She doesn’t have indie cred, blah, blah, blah. DON’T CARE.)

Toddler spam! Note that Nattie does all of the skilling, while Tyson gnaws on his knuckles…

… and prevent his parents from making more babies. Don’t worry, Tyson, there will be no more babies this generation.

And again, Nattie skills while Tyson gnaws on… well, Moosley now, so that’s sort of like progress.

Mickie tries to potty train Nattie. Again, this never happens again.

Thank god!

This green-haired goddess is Jasmine, the spouse of a legacy that didn’t even get to gen 2 before my computer exploded. Literally. Made an electric pop and acrid smoke poured out. Anyway, I shoved her into the game, with her wife, Nettie, in an asylum challenge. When I started the asylum, Harriet was in the welcome wagon, and apparently she and Jasmine did not hit it off. I say apparently because I don’t even remember them even meeting.

Pretty much instantly Harriet did this.

Thanks, hon.

Sweetie, just pick up a few bits of mess, it’ll be best for your mental health.

No, no, no! Leave the sleeping babies alone!

Right, so you stole our gnome, our newspaper, and I didn’t cap it, but she kicked over our bin too.

Jasmine: I HATE Harriet! Even the snow cannot cool my rage!

(I honestly do not remember these two even interacting, much less something that would provoke this level of dickery.)

Oh, fuck off. In the books, Katniss hid.

By the way, I know I’ve said there are four babies, but there appears to be no evidence that Nikki exists at all. That’s Brie and Nattie at the table. And you’ve seen Tyson showing off his gnawing skills, but no sign of Nikki.

The kid in the background? Not Nikki.

This is what I hate about ISBIs. The mess. Also, four, count ’em, four kids.

Mickie: I have been at work all day, in a job I don’t want because my ideal job hasn’t come up yet, and I have to come home to mess! What the hell are they doing all day? What the hell do I pay the nanny for?

Well, punkin, Harriet was hiding in District 12. As for the nanny, what do you expect?

This?

… looks like a given at this point.

PROOF! Proof that Nikki exists. She’s the little hellion screaming her head off while her twin tries to sleep.

Nikki’s a rager.

And Brie is an enabler. She just puts up with Nikki’s wailing, looking a bit doleful. Bless her.

By the way, Mickie is in the WWE career at the moment, and just landed a promotion. Which is paying her far too much, really.

Thankfully, this came up. Finally we can get working on that lifetime want.

Time for Tyson to age up.

Sure, but he’s in an ISBI, and miracles cannot be wrought.

Nattie’s turn.

The use of “perfection” in this, made me resent Nattie just a little. Winners are good, but losers are fun.

Harriet, what the hell? You’ve been using your own bed the whole time, and now there’s a different option, you want it? FFS!

What’re you two up to?
Tyson: Showering off the shame of growing up stinky.
Nattie: Cleaning because I’m awesome.

Nattie: Now I’m throwing out this old newspaper.

Nattie: And now I’m autonomously skilling. I’m quite clearly heir material.

Tyson: I’m cleaning too! Nattie missed a bit.

Tyson: See, I can make it SPARKLE LIKE A CULLEN!

Hey, game? That day you think they missed? They were toddlers at the time.

And that enthusiasm in music in dance that Mickie’s losing? She literally just took a job in the dance career.

Keep the fuck up.

I think on gen one, without much money to spare, and four babies at the same time, mediocrity is the best we can achieve. And I’m ok with that.

Why is there always one child out of the frame?

We couldn’t even hit mediocrity with Nikki. Not sure how she did so badly. She got the same lack of care and attention as Brie, and Brie didn’t seem to care.

Still, not the worst possible outcome.

I don’t know why, but I’ve noticed this in other legacies, this ladder is the best place for a child to throw a tantrum.

Nikki: I HATE MY LIFE! EVERYTHING ABOUT IT SUCKS!

Nikki: I WAS NEVER TAUGHT TO TALK OR WALK OR GOT POTTY TRAINED! MY LIFE IS A MESS!

Nikki: but whatevs. 😐

I got this message about Nattie 16 times. Not even joking. Her twin? Just the one message capped earlier.

I love the loading screen. That happiness? Lies.

To quote Peter Capaldi: Oh, fuck the fuck off.

See? She’s doing fine! Not only is her homework done, she’s skilling! To the point where she’s invited to secret lots. Which I have never ever investigated because I can’t be bothered with loading screens.

Not to say that Nattie doesn’t have some issues.

Nattie: I don’t. Look at me. I’m skilling. Like a nice, well-adjusted heir-to-be.

Nattie: I’m fine. Got that?

(That t-shirt she’s wearing? Wing bought it for me. The real thing I mean. We both have AJ love.)

Nattie: OH MY GOD IF SOMEONE DOESN’T FIND ME SOMETHING FUN TO DO I WILL CUT A BITCH.

Nattie: Like ballet. I love ballet. ♥ 😀

Nattie? Scares the shit out of me.

*sigh* Just FYI: this is the same night as the last three pop-ups. I can’t make her go to school at 3am, game. Her homework is done, what the fuck else am I supposed to do?

Excitedly I said to Wing, who I was speaking to while playing this, “Look! My family’s all sat down for breakfast together. They’re all awake, fed and ready to go to school/work any minute now.”

Wing’s reply? “Wait for it.”

This would be the “it” that Wing knew was coming. She didn’t know what exactly, but since she was playing Sims 3 at the time, she knew the moment you felt like you were getting somewhere, something would happen to prove otherwise.

In this case, the problem is that the nanny isn’t here, the school bus isn’t here, but Mickie’s carpool? That’s here. Harriet is already in it, delighted to escape the kids.

Eventually the carpool left, the bus arrived, the nanny arrived, and I had to borrow a “kaching” to buy Mickie a car to make sure she got to work on time.

The nanny is clearly rushed off her feet in a house devoid of all life.

By the way, has anyone noticed that Sims skive? It takes them an hour to get to work (carpool arrives an hour before work starts), but they arrive at their front door at precisely their finishing time. Just saying, I have fucking noticed.

Harriet? Still works in The Hunger Games career. Not sure how this shit is relevant, but, whatevs, let’s roll with it.

Awesome. That’s what I need. Fucking hobby enthusiasm. Not something useful like money or skill points.

Wing: Bust a move.
Dove: Yeah, that’s what I thought.

There are no rules about phone a friend in an ISBI.

Wing: Fuck that shit.
Dove: Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Still trusting Wing, I asked her advice and we both agreed on this.

We also both agreed that this game hates me and chance cards are bullshit.

This cap does not do justice the level of spite with which they were throwing this ball.

Harriet’s a great mum though. She always plays with them and greets them with hugs. Tyson has about three Harriet-related actions in his queue there.

Also, why are the walls bare? Well, the kids weren’t sleeping, even though they would walk towards the beds, and have “sleep” in their queue. I thought they were being difficult, until I actually commanded one of them, just to see if it would work, to sleep in a bed. It failed. It then failed with every other bed. The adults were just fine. I ended up having to move lots to get rid of the glitch.

Nattie did this, just to make me worried that the glitch had carried over, but no, she was just being annoying.

Remember when I said Harriet was a great mum? Yeah well, she still loves the ballet bar too. This is not her watching her son. This is her seething because he’s using her beloved bar. Thankfully, Harriet’s facial expressions are limited to one: searing indifference, so the kids will never know when she’s pissed off.

Nattie’s in the parents’ bedroom bouncing on the bed. Her twin is in the kids’ room doing the same. I kind of hate them right now.

Dove: Hey, Wing! It’s the same chance card! I can get it back!

Wing: FUCK THIS GAME!
Dove: How many times am I going to lose that fucking charisma point?
Wing: You’re going to cheat it back aren’t you?
Dove: Too fucking right. She’s about to have two days off, and I’m playing this on short lifespan. I’ve already earned it twice. I’m taking it back.
Wing: Like you took “bitches” back?
Dove: Just like that.

Totally not the smile of someone who cheated their way into that promotion.

Hey! I got one right.

Sweetie, don’t look so down. I have no doubt I’ll have a pop-up informing me that Nattie is the failure of the family any minute now. Due to that day of school that she never missed, and if she did you missed it too, but the game is fucking obsessed with Nattie’s academic failure.

As am I, at this point.

Brie has no reaction to school. At all. She’s like a mini version of her mother (Harriet). No reaction. Ever. (I don’t even know where she hid her homework.)

Ordinarily this would be a massive tantrum, but obviously when I moved lots it boosted everyone’s moods, so Nikki got over her issues.

Oh, Nattie, sod off with your perfection.

Yeah, the twins grew up without fanfare because I hadn’t even noticed they were that old. This shorter lifespan hack is kicking my ass. Usually the kid/teen phase seems to take months to play through, this is a matter of moments. I like it though.

Ever since my RAGE about the chance cards, Mickie’s been casually sauntering up the career path. And I made her get an extra charisma point to make up for cheating.

I swear I took pics of the twins after they’d aged up, but instead I have two of Nattie. I think she deleted his in her quest to be heir.

Listen, Nat, never gonna happen. You’re too much of a creeper. I’d have no fun playing you.

Nattie: Don’t care, I’m so pretty! Look at my cute elf ears, and my butt! My butt is perfect! You could bounce quarters off it.

In the less-than-perfect side of things, poor Nikki passed out on her way to the shower.

An hour before the school bus arrives, you say? And we haven’t eaten? Or slept? You know what this needs?

MOTHERFUCKING BATHROOM SMUSTLE PARTY, BITCHES!

Brie: Heard there was an impromptu smustle party. I’m all over that.

Brie: And I’ll just shut the door so Little Miss Perfect doesn’t join us.

I do not remember all of these spontaneous dance parties in The Hunger Games, although I’ll admit, I dozed off in Book 3 more than once. Shouldn’t there be chance cards about whether or not to abuse the pet cat or whether to secretly bitch about other women behind their backs because all other women (except you) are bitches? Or! Or how about deriding the Capitol for being wasteful, right after you luz a bunch of cookies off the train because you’re in a snit? Or having a go about how women liking clothes is shallow and silly, but when a man designs them, it’s all different — and you’re a special woman, you can spend four pages gushing about the new clothes, but somehow it’s not shallow on you… stopping now.

(Disclaimer: Love the concept of those books, love the movies, but there are issues.)

I’m fairly sure this is them having a dig at Little Miss Perfect and her annoying pop-up — which thankfully stopped after the move.

I literally have no clue what’s up with Nikki here. I had a look at her needs panel, she was ok in everything. I checked her memories, nothing to spark it. She’s my emotional little cupcake. I guess she got all the emotions, because Brie has no visible reaction to anything ever.

This warms the cockles of my black black heart.

Another promotion for Mickie, by the way, but no gloaty pic because Nikki needed cuddles right now, damnit!

Oh! The tearful moment? Hormones!

I gave Nikki a makeover, and she approves.

This?

All night.

So, I gathered the kids together, gave them makeovers, and here they are. I’m typing this long after I picked an heir, so I’m going to add in their aspirations/personalities, etc.

So, this is teen Nattie, aka Little Miss Perfect. Love her look, the elf ears, the hair she randomly got assigned, and the pale thing works for her because she looks like an elf.

Knowledge/Grilled Cheese (the first was a surprise to nobody, the secondary… never saw that coming, and after that I decided that they’d all have a secondary of grilled cheese.)
+Swimwear +Black Hair / -Charismatic
Sloppy/Neat: 10
Shy/Outgoing: 1
Lazy/Active: 10
Serious/Playful: 10
Grouchy/Nice: 3

Teen Tyson. So cute.

Family/Grilled Cheese
+Brown Hair +Unemployed / -Hats
Sloppy/Neat: 10
Shy/Outgoing: 0
Lazy/Active: 8
Serious/Playful: 7
Grouchy/Nice: 3

Nikki.

Grilled Cheese/I clearly forgot to roll it!
+Makeup +Grey Hair / -Brown Hair
Sloppy/Neat: 6
Shy/Outgoing: 7
Lazy/Active: 8
Serious/Playful: 4
Grouchy/Nice: 4

Brie, proving that she can pull a facial expression. She just doesn’t like to.

Grilled Cheese/Popularity
+Cologne +Hats / -Underwear
Sloppy/Neat: 6
Shy/Outgoing: 5
Lazy/Active: 8
Serious/Playful: 7
Grouchy/Nice: 3

And all four of them together. Brie got a long slender face, whereas the others have rounder features. I don’t really spend ages appraising for genetic diversity — in all honesty, I can’t really see it in Sims 2, there’s a limited amount of changes that can be made. When picking an heir, I just look for the one that catches my eye in behaviour, and mostly that’s Nikki and Nattie for actually doing stuff at this point.

And seconds after I un-posed them, it devolved into this.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT THE DREADED PINK MATERNITY WEAR!

(False alarm, Harriet was just trolling me for the lulz. I pulled up InSim to check, no nooboo for her.)

I somehow feel like the entire Moxley clan was in on that, and they’re all laughing at me.

Nattie: SAY IT! SAY YOU RENOUNCE YOUR CLAIM TO BE HEIR! *noogie*
Nikki: NEVER! *pokes ribs*
Tyson: SPARE!RAGE!
Brie: Uh-huh, I see this is causing complex emotions for everyone. *nod*

Nikki: Hey, Brie, since you’re my favourite twin and all, I’ve got something for you.
Brie: I feel mild interest about this.

Nikki: IT’S AN OOGATY-BOOGATY MONSTER WITH BIG TEETH! RARGH!
Brie: *shockface*

Nikki: You did it! You reacted.
Brie: I’m afraid it’s business as usually for me.

Nikki: How about we punch each other until you feel something?
Brie: *sigh* Oh, ok.

Brie: I am getting moderate enjoyment from this game.
Nikki: BEST. GAME. EVAH!

Nattie: Mum! MUM! I GOT AN A+!
Mickie: Mummy’s skilling right now, Nat. An A+ from Nat. Shocker.

Nattie: AN A+! THAT’S THE HIGHEST GRADE YOU CAN GET!
Mickie: Woo! Go you! Seriously? No wonder your siblings call you Little Miss Perfect.
Nattie: Huh?
Mickie: I said that’s perfect!

Mickie rocks today’s outfit. It goes with her hair.

I don’t know if I’ve capped it before, but I swear this chance card came up a couple of times for both Harriet and Mickie. Ditto the kids about what musical instrument to play. It’s like they’re the only chance cards in the entire bloody game.

Oh good, my family sim is starting to crack up. There appear to be no other kids/teens in the entire neighbourhood. No first kiss for you, baby.

Tyson: DON’T CARE! I CAN DO A SHOOTING STAR PRESS ON THE COUCH!

Uh-huh. You’ve not been watching the “don’t try this at home” part of WWE, have you?

How many more bloody promotions do we need? And I have someone else to feed tonight? AWESOME!

On the plus side bringing a friend home has made this cap 33% more 80s than it already was.

I know it’s not her fault, but I blame the visitor regardless.

I’m calling shenanigans on this. Mickie has been skilling every day, she should be fine, there is no way that one tiny fire should prompt this kind of reaction.

Brie: Wouldn’t it be weird if we weren’t real and life was just some kind of cosmic game?
Nattie: Yes, dear. Is it really that impressive being “the smart one” when my only competition is this bunch of morons?
Tyson: GRILLED CHEESE! ++

Little Miss Perfect bags scholarships.

Another promotion, another mouth to feed, another potential fire to deal with.

I LOVE the outfits in this career.

I didn’t even notice Jasmine steal it!

Brilliant, this time it results in something even less useful than hobby enthusiasm. I am officially done dealing with this stupid chance card. It is banned from this legacy.

Since the kids are starting to go a bit weird, as they usually do towards the end of their teen years, I tried to get them into private school. I did the old school cheat of buy loads of expensive shit with all the money we’d been saving to do up the house with, and then sell it back as soon as the tour is over.

See our not-brilliant tour points? Totally worth buying expensive shit for. Then I cheated to get the younger kids in, I used the Simslice private school admittance tests, which in my game, cost $1,000 each. I plan to do this for every generation. We have to woo the headmaster with the first kid, and then can buy our way in with any others.

I absolutely do not care. Understand? This chance card is dead to me. DEAD!

Tyson: Ewww! Mum! You farted!
Mickie: *sigh* I can’t wait until you go to college.

Tyson: Seriously? Isn’t my prank just the FUNNIEST THING EVAH????
Mickie: Yes, yes, tee hee. I will drive you there right now if I have to.

Tyson is bored out of his mind. He is completely incapable of doing anything that would improve his mind or body.

And if he’s not swinging on the fridge door (especially while Mickie is trying to prepare meals), he’s bouncing on the couch.

Tyson: Mum! I got an A+.
Mickie: AWESOME! Great, now get your ass to college.

Nikki: Ooooh! It’s snowing.
Mickie: When are these horrors getting out of my house? Sweetheart, we can’t afford windows yet. You are uncomfortably close to my breasts. Please find something else to look at.

Nikki: Ok, Ma! I’m looking at the prettiest, most amazing, most beautiful thing in this house!

Mickie: Now remember, if you don’t do your homework, you don’t go to college. And that means you’ll never move out.

Nattie? Did you just make me an evil snowman?

Nattie: And a snow angel. That’s the kind of thing a would-be heir might do, right?

Too damned right. She’s back in contention.

Brie: So, Mum, I saw these shoes that would look perfect with your dress!
Mickie: Who on earth is this person? It looks like Brie, but it has a facial expression. I will cut a bitch for pretending to be my child.

Nattie? Does not grind on her twin like most legacy kids. She keeps a respectable distance and dances fully clothed. Hi there, #1 contender for heirship.

Enough said.

Nikki & Brie: MUM! I’VE GOT AN A+.
Mickie: For fuck’s sake, I’m fucking skilling. Why do I have to react to every damned report card they get? They get one every day! Why do they never bother Harriet with this shit? I wish I had no facial expression, maybe they’d bother me less. That’s nice girls. Maybe you should phone the college and see if you can get a scholarship. Right now. Like early admittance.

So I took pity on Mickie and sent them all to college. The older twins were ready, but it was a day early for Brie and Nikki. Not the end of the world.

First alone time in years? Harriet looks thrilled as ever.

FUCKING ECSTATIC, I TELL YOU.

And even though I shouldn’t do it, I played Mickie just a little more, to fulfil her LTW. Not even sorry. Although I thought she was only one promotion away, it was actually two.

Without four attention-seeking kids in the house, she was able to skill a lot faster.

Mickie: WINNING AT LIFE! I HAVE TIGER BLOOD, BITCHES!

Stat updates:

Final Scores
Torch-Holders	1
Pass Outs	3
Self-Wettings	2
Fights	0
Fires	2
Perma-Plat Sims	1
Shrink Visits	0
Social Bunny Visits	0
Social Worker Visits	0
Accidental Deaths	0
Special Tombstones v Regular	0 v 0