The Moxley Legacy: Gen 2.5

What happened last time, then?

Stuff. Brie is now the torcholder because I blew up Nikki’s lot in a stupid mistake. I hate Brie’s husband, Sorin, who is creepily obsessed with her. They have three kids, Trish (a goth), Stardust (a cute shy alien), and Heath (a clone of Tyson, right down to his hair).

To be honest, nothing much really happened, except we established I’m the dumbest thing that ever lived when I borked Nikki’s lot.

Also, this update is from my old computer. I didn’t want to say anything, but when I swapped over, I mislaid my to-do folder containing all of the pictures from here to generation 4.1 (I think, or at least the conception of 4.1). I remembered making a point to copy it on to my external drive, I just couldn’t fathom where my (admittedly quirky) filing system had felt it best to copy it to.

As it turned out, I’d copied it to a perfectly logical place (a folder called “unfinished” above where my completed entries live), but because it was such a logical thing to do, it never occurred to me to check there.

I remember having a computer with a 500MB hard drive, and if I wanted to rip a movie for fanvidding, I would have to copy everything to a bunch of CDs, delete it, and put it back after I’d ripped the ISO file. Life was simpler back then (well, maybe not simpler, but smaller). Now if I lose something, it could be anywhere on three external drives which total 5TB.

Anyway, I found my images, and here we go with the update.

Sorry about the walls-down pic, but that’s Sorin’s fault. Because he has nothing to do except stalk his wife.

Or bore the kids with Mr Moo Cow’s philosophies.

Sorin: Mr Moo Cow abhors violence.

Trish: Sorry, dad, can’t hear you over all the fun me and Heath are having.

I has a plan. alittlestrange calls it “the husband killer”.

Trish: I know this is quite a creepy sibling interaction, but just go with it, otherwise we’ll have to hear more of Mr Moo Cow’s thoughts.

Heath: … soooooo calm…

Trish is a Moxley through and through. She is obsessed with all things athletic.

Trish: But didn’t I look at a painting when I was a toddler, and it made my OTH art?

Yes, quite correct. I’ll fix that for you.

Stardust, what are you doing there? You know you have a bed, you’re smarter than –

Oh. You’re cock-blocking your dad’s plans. Carry on.

Heath, you’re just an idiot with no plan.

Heath: Hey, can I get another massage?

Trish: Can’t hear you. Not listening to that question. 😀

What’s up with your arm, Stardust?

Stardust: Slept funny on that tiny couch.

Sorin: I’m exhasted. I’m just so tired I don’t know what to do.

I hope you die of exhaustion right next to your bed, you stupid waste of space.

Trish. When she’s not working out, she’s online.

Note to self: swap out the default paintings. Real people in Sim world is jarring.

Get off. That is not for you. I’m hoping your father will kill himself on it.

Stardust: Mom! I’M THE SMARTEST PERSON IN SCHOOL!

Brie: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZ.

And crash. My anti-virus (which I never actually installed, it was bundled with something else and installed itself in an ironically virulent fashion) decided to run and screw my computer. You’d better believe I uninstalled that insidious little bastard before I reloaded my game.

As I said before, die.

Other things I did before loading this house: I made Carla, the sim that lives in a tiny house in this neighbourhood and she controls everything, a werewolf. The moment I did it, every sim in the entire world had an opinion on it. (Blonde, who likes to be in control of everything, with werewolf tendencies? Yes, she is named for and personality based on carlamlee, how did you know?)

I also swapped out my defaults with some Daz renders of characters that I’ve had knocking around for ages. That’s Taz and Anna, and if you know who they are… HI THAR LOST FAMILY! HAVEN’T SEEN YOU SINCE 2001! THE CAVE IS STILL COMFY, LET US ARGUE ABOUT WHOSE BLOOD WAS IN THE BOTTLE.

I fear the goth is really taking hold with Trish. She now hates herself.

Self-hate followed by a suicide attempt. I love you, little Trishie. Live!

No, game. He hasn’t.

Trish interrupts breakfast to show off that she got fit. While eating. Suspect that’s a dig at her siblings who’ve gotten a little chubby, and she’s all “look at me, bitches! I got skinny while wolfing down bacon! BACON, BITCHES!”

AND HULK IT OOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTT!

Apparently Pogo Stick (Nattie’s oldest) had a wonderful time being ignored by her cousins and wants to maintain the relationship.

(Once again, I did not name her. Husband was given the chance to create a legacy founder, he named him Moobs Elastoplast. Moobs married Nattie and they had two children, Pogo Stick and Trampoline. I haven’t been able to take them very seriously and haven’t played them much.)

Aww, Brie, you drew Taz.

Brie: If only I had a broadsheet newspaper, I could hide from him.

Sorin: Are you nearly done, darling? I need to caress your face.

Sorin: What am I doing with my life? I’m a family sim. I should be married with children by now. Instead I’m married with children. I am full of fail. FAIL I TELL YOU.

… I can’t actually argue with the last sentence. Everything else, but not the last.

I got a pop-up telling me Heath’s grades were on the up, Trish’s were excellent and Stardust was one of the top students in school. Why is it with twins, who have exactly the same attendance and care, one is always better at school? Also, what’s up with your arm, Stardust?

Stardust: Hurt it while cheering about my grades.

Trish: I’m also winning at life.

Yes, but you also got skinny while eating bacon, so I’m finding you a bit insufferable at the moment.

Heath: I suck.

You don’t, you’re just about six years younger than your sisters.

Trish: WINNER HERE! CAN’T GET PAST THE MORON.

Go around him, genius.

Stardust: MOM! I’M THE SMARTEST PERSON IN THE WORLD! I’M LIKE HERMIONE GRANGER SMART!

Brie: He’s my shmoopy-doopy sweetie-weetie pony pie.

Sorin: You’re my shmoopy-doopy sweetie-weetie pony pie.

Stardust: Mom… my grades…?

Brie: You’re my cutie-patootie lovie-dovie honey-bunny.

Sorin: You’re my heartie-smartie smoochie-woochie baby-waby.

(Bonus if you know what that sickening exchange is from.)

Stardust: I’m so bored! Nobody cares that I worked until my brains dribbled out of my ears! They just heart-farted over each other. It’s not fun.

What’s up with your arm?

Stardust: Would you give it a rest about my arm already? I’M RAGING HERE!

What’s up with your arm?

Stardust: Nothing.

No, the other one, you stuck it through a wall.

Stardust: I’m not just smart, I’m pretty too. It’s awesome being me.

It’s even more awesome now I’ve given you alien contact lenses, which at least replicate the look you had as a child.

Stardust: MY ARMS LOOK LIKE THAT BECAUSE I’M PAINTING!

Wasn’t going to say anything.

This picture is here largely to remind people that Heath exists. And to remind myself to change his hair, because every time I see him, I think “Tyson”.

Well, there’s a bit of money to put them through college, which is all it takes in TS2. Unlike TS3, which is far too lifelike in its costs and the time it takes.

Heath: Hey, Trish. Dad’s been lurking around with Mr Moo Cow again.

Trish: If he comes over, we’ll talk about my periods. I don’t think Mr Moo Cow’s philosophies extend to menstruation.

Heath: *sigh* Maybe I’ll just listen to Mr Moo Cow.

Trish: Watch me eat these pancakes and not get fat!

Clearly Trish was overwhelmed by all the winning.

She’s so tired, she went straight through the plate and the table.

Damn. I kind of wanted Trish to have to go to school while she was that tired. She’s leading a charmed little life, isn’t she?

Sorin is on a quest to impart more of Mr Moo Cow’s philosophies.

You people are stupid. It’s been sunny for days, but the minute we have four feet of snow surrounding the house, you’re all like “let’s go swimming!”

I hope you all die, and Heath becomes heir.

A walls-down shot to show just how close they are to their sleeping teenage daughter.

Sorin: I’ve turned blue. How odd.

You should stand there, in the snow, wearing your swimsuit, and ponder that. For a few days. Until you die.

Sorin: Oh, god! Where did my life go wrong. I should be getting married and having kids while I’m still young. If I have to wait for my kids to move out before I can have kids, I’ll be a grandfather before I have time to have kids.

… I… I can’t even… What?

Sorin: I want a wife and kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiids!

Yeah, it sucks to be you.

I minimised everything and had a look how low his aspiration meter was. How has this even happened?

Hahahaha. Brie will do anything to get away from her family.

Despite sleeping all day, Trish puts herself to bed at a sensible time.

… and Heath falls asleep on the couch. Despite the fact he’s been sleeping in the same bed since he was a kid. Also, don’t let the lack of fat morph fool you, Heath is still chubby.

I don’t care if you do a cool thing, Sorin. You are dead to me.

This is an artistic representation of Brie’s soul.

And then Sorin has to run outside and pretend he was a part of it.

Sorin: Did I ever tell you about the time me and the love of my life made a snowman?

Unless you froze to death, I don’t care.

Sorin: See, she started the snowman, and I finished. Because we’re two halves of a whole. We complete each other.

No, Brie did something interesting and spontaneous and you took credit for it. There’s a girl at work who does that to me so often, I’ve started a process to change my name so I won’t even share a name with her. That’s how much I hate that kind of behaviour. (Sad fact: Not joking. I hate her so much I’d rather change my name that have something in common with her.)

Brie: He took over my damned snowman. I’ve cut bitches for less.

I know. You have cut bitches for less. Much less. You know what you haven’t done for ages? Cut bitches. And you know how upset this game gets if you lose enthusiasm in a hobby.

Sorin: I made snowmen. I’m so awesome.

Brie: I’m out of here.

Sorin: These snowmen remind me of all the children I’ll never have. Look at me, a married man, a father of three children – all of whom are going to college (which, incidentally, will fulfill my lifetime want) – I’m just a failure. I should have had children and a wife. Instead, I’m happily married to the woman I’ve loved since college, with three happy, healthy children who love me, despite the fact I’m a colossal dickhead. Oh, the woes of an unfulfilled family sim.

Sorin: Oh, Brie! If only she’d never married me and had three of my children, I might have had a chance at marriage and children!

Sorin: Oh, Snowmen! Mr Penguin! Can you understand the desperate longing for children and loved ones when happily married with kids?

No, Sorin. No-one can. You are talking scribble.

I literally cannot understand my thinking here, but for some reason, despite the deep sea of hatred that I have for Sorin, I took pity on the whiny bastard, and sent him on a date with Brie to cheer him up. I have no idea why I did this. All I can think of is that his crying sessions were grating to my ears. I console myself with the fact the minute the kids go to college, he’s permaplat anyway, so there was no chance of him dying unhappy.

In other news: Trish? Still annoyingly awesome.

You can. It bugs me, but you can. She’s doing the teen runaway challenge, so giving her a night of good food and entertainment will be nice for her. If this was TS3 where she remembered such things, I’d be very annoyed.

Heath: I got an A+!

Brie: I’m starting to understand why Mom never reacted to our report cards. That’s nice dear.

Brie: JUST BUGGER OFF! YOUR DAD HAS BEEN CRYING ALL DAY ABOUT HOW HE IS UNFULFILLED. IF I DON’T GIVE HIM A PITY BANG, HE WILL CRY ALL NIGHT, SO SOD OFF!

Yes. Tell your friends. Tell everyone. Go tell it on a bloody mountain. Just be somewhere else.

Hi thar, Kelsey. You’re looking both irritated and sinister. And rocking it. Go glare at Sorin.

Heath is doing homework. While both parents stand over his shoulder. In their underwear. Right after sex.

Heath will forever associate homework with a feeling of discomfort so acute that he may deliberately flunk out of college.

Heath, if you put rocks in that pillowcase, you’re guaranteed heir.

Stardust: Mr Moo Cow–

Trish: Not gonna lie to you, sis. That thing talks to me and I’ll cut you without breaking a sweat.

Stardust: –has nothing but silent admiration for you.

YES! YES! YES!

Spoilers: He stays on long enough to get slim. Not long enough to die. And then he eats pancakes and gets fat again.

Oh good, we’ve reached the whimsical stage, where the kids are bored out of their minds and won’t do anything useful at all. Excellent. I don’t know how people manage to play the full lifespan. My teens do about five days of normal behaviour, then start swinging on the fridge or jumping on every bouncy surface until I want to kill them.

These are the actions of two morons, who have forgotten they have beds.

And this is the action of the heir.

Stardust: Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were sleeping. I just wanted to watch TV. Honestly.

And seconds later, the pretty lady is back to invite Stardust to the games lot.

Brilliant. This coincides perfectly with the kids’ descent into whimsy. Now they have literally nothing to do all day.

Literally. Nothing.

NOTHING.

Way to set an example there.

Brie: It’s either this or listen to him cry again.

You assholes will do something with your day. You will.

By the way, all of those comments about Stardust’s arm were thanks to a stuck animation from chess. It happened again after this game. I’m thinking logic is not her thing.

You guys seem happy enough. You occasionally skill, you always do your homework, how bad can it be?

Ah, Lita. Give it a couple more play sessions and you’ll be coming home with the next gen’s kids instead of this gen.

We has moar moniez.

I finally stopped failing at chance cards. Although Trish was already at an A+ (I assume, since this is her last day of her teen years and she’s never missed any homework), so I’m not sure how up they could go.

Why not? We’ll have Nikki’s kids over. I bet they’ll get on with Trish, Heath and Stardust like a house on fire.

If Edge looked like this all the time, he’d have been heir somehow, despite the borked lot. But the truth is boring, Nikki got burgled when he was in the womb and he’s never gotten over it.

AJ is the opposite, she’s more like Harriet. She. will. not. react.

Naturally, my kids make their guests feel welcome, attend to their needs, and lavish attention on them.

Brie: I was once the cutter of bitches. Now I’m “Auntie Brie”.

Three things:

1) When you townify clothing because you think it’s gorgeous and you want it to surprise you. And then the game surprises you. Not in a good way.

2) She’s called Luz Mathias. Luz.

3) Well done game, for finding the one Peggy hair I haven’t recoloured, that has the original ugly yellow texture.

At this point, all three kids were bouncing on the beds/sofas/off the walls, etc, and I just thought “fuck it”, and sent ‘em to college.

Final Scores
Torch-Holders	3 – due to my fail
Pass Outs	3
Self-Wettings	3
Fights	15
Fires	2
Perma-Plat Sims	2
Shrink Visits	0
Social Bunny Visits	0
Social Worker Visits	0
Accidental Deaths	0
Special Tombstones v Regular	0 v 0