Hello everyone and welcome to my TS2 BACC. Last time we were here, we went over the first half of month three, and this is the second half! Though that’s hard to tell since I picked a poor way to represent it in Roman numerals. Awkward. Well, let’s move on quickly then.

So we start off in Orlando and Julia’s household, where stupid Orlando fails to get aspiration points despite being a Family Sim, because this is just a generation of failed Family Sims.

Which is just too bad, since Julia is pregnant again.
“Gosh, sex once again led to pregnancy?! What a shock!”

And just in time to make my life slightly less hellish, Andy grows up into a boy! Which apparently leaves Orlando thoughtless, though he seems a bit relieved to me.
“Daddy, why is there paneling in the bedroom?”

So Orlando’s interest is in Food, which means he is an excellent cook, and an excellent eater. As you can see, this is not necessarily a good combination.

But at least he isn’t slamming the kids into the walls.
Though the weird part is Andy getting aspiration points for it.
“AUGH MY LEGS ARE CRUMBLING AND THE PAIN IS OVERWHELMING, MORE!”
Freak.

“You don’t say, my wife is outside introducing my son to BDSM? Your spying on me makes me like you more.”

Okay mister, Julia’s turn-on isn’t chubbiness, so work that food off.

Wow my picture-taking was bad for this house. Don’t mind that they apparently have no roof, or ceiling, or anything. Maybe that’s what Andy’s homework is about.
“Daddy, what is architecture?”
“A desperate necessity for this house.”

“Ew, I can’t believe my CHILD was here!”
Julia might be getting a bit of postpartum.

“Wait… Who is this? I have a child? A husband?!”
Postpartum dementia.

“Yes! My husband touched this last! I got it!”
I would sure hope so, considering he’s right there.

Don’t be fooled by her problems, though; as you can see, she is a perfectly happy Sim.

Well, she was.

And out pops another baby! Brown hair, brown eyes again, ugh. This guy is named Jeffrey.
Orlando really isn’t doing well as a Family Sim at all, is he? Not a point for his new child.

Not that that stops them from promptly making another one.
Thanks, ACR.

“Mommy, dates sound like a lot of fun. When can I get one?”

“Arrrrrr, fishies, here comes the Kraken of the seas!”
Andy is a pretty cute child, as you can see here. Hair doesn’t really fit him, but meh.

He’s also a very studious child, which is helpful.

Speaking of studying, Julia did enough and was at work for just long enough to get a promotion. Yay!
“Does that mean we can have a roof now? Or consistent paneling?!”
Psh, such whiners.

It seems all of the studying hasn’t helped her at all with fingerprints, though. Hint, Julia: your husband cooks a lot.

“Mommy, I heard dates involve flowers, but I hate flowers. Flowers are stinky. I want all flowers to die.”

“I like homework, though. Can dates involve homework?”

So surprisingly, Jeffrey survived to toddlerhood, considering we didn’t see him get fed once. Not sure whether Andy is blowing the horn or trying to see through the counter there.

Aaaaand we’ve got a well-dressed clone. Bloody hell.

So right away, we should some smart milk in him and teach him to walk. Not that either asshole gained a single point for it.

Julia, of course, was too busy to help.
“Well, I’ve got booze to drink, fish to feed, wolves to give chew toys to. It’s a busy life.”

Holy shit, are those aspiration points?!
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, and it made me platinum, whatever.”
Truly a miracle.

And then Andy played peek-a-boo with his clone. Though Jeffrey looks a little frightened.
“Andy, why your face disappear?!”

“Dates are about more than just flowers, Andy! There are also about true love, friendship…”

“So like a pet?”

“Hell yeah, I’ve been working out ALL NIGHT in the pouring rain and now I am smoking.”
They have to look fit for each other, folks.

“Hello, pound, yes, I’d like to adopt a dog. You see, my son seems to think that dating is similar to owning a pet, and I’d like to dispel that before he hits teen years.”

ANd here’s that dog, whose name I do not remember at all! Yay! I’ll have to look at the grave later.

The dog came with a free old lady, which was a great deal but a bit unexpected.

And then Julia came home with another promotion and our favourite stalker, Amin Sims!

“Hi, yes, could I have some more useful guests at my son’s birthday party? An old lady and a pervert just doesn’t seem quite right.”

Unfortunately, that was all we got.
“Why is this weird man singing at me?”
Because he’s got serious issues. Just grow up, dear.

And thus popped Andy into teenhood, with Amin cheering and the old lady waving. Great.

And then Jeffrey got to grow up too! And Amin clapped for him too. Gross, Amin. Get out of here.

“But I swear, I’m not a bad man!”

“Mister, you clapped excitedly when I grew up, without knowing me. You don’t need a mask for me to know.”
Poor Jeffrey.

And we’ll end these guys with a sneak preview of their business. I know, thrilling.


So back at Margaret’s place, the two are busily working away on their aspirations, painting and building…

And Woohooing while the creepy sculpture watches, as you do.

“Hooray, a broken MunchieBot!”
We still have a long way to go, as you can see.

Meanwhile, I have Jason search for a job while matching the house decor. As a Fortune Sim, he’ll need one to be happy.

“Mister, you stole the Komei’s style. Don’t make me hurt you.”

So the robot shop is doing well, with the bots selling out and giving us nice cash, even when Margaret is too damn focused on the windows.

Jason, on the other hand, did get himself a job that didn’t involve the Woodland Gangs. I believe it was in science.

But then something went horribly wrong somehow. How, I don’t know. They live together!
“And he’ll be on the couch tonight.”

“Oh dear, miss, you appear to have a spider on your shoe — no worries, I can get it…”

“Jason, really, I was just getting a spider!”
“Yeah right, punk. I know you were trying to peak up her shorts. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you!”

“Oh baby, I love the way you kiss my leather with your soft, supple–”
And on that note, it’s time to go to the Cable’s.

Where Jack has realized something special.
“I… I am pregnant?! Oh glorious science!”

And he’s not the only one getting some action, though I suspect ghost!Thalia doesn’t really approve.
“I can see what they’re doing and frankly, it’s revolting.”

“Gosh, I just keep growing! I didn’t know I’d get this big…”
Yeah, now please take care of the bathroom before haz-mat shows up.

Freakin’ snow, making the plants extremely unhappy. Jack is in a delicate condition!
“Not that that stops you.”
Of course not. We need money!

Meanwhile, inside…
“Well, little kitty, looks like no one cares about your dying. Come along with me, then. Soon you can hunt them to your heart’s content.”

“Hmmm, I have a feeling that someone just died? Ah well, at least my plants look great!”
Such a caring family.

“Look, Allegra, I can’t spend every waking minute bathing you. I’m expecting and won’t have as much time…”

“ARRRRRGH I WAS NOT BUILT FOR THIS!”

Meanwhile, ten feet away…
“Oh boy, tiny dog! Let us play!”

And out pops the baby! Look at those cute little eyes! This is Plasmosis.

W-Wait a minute… Jack, why are you putting that baby on the cold hard deck, there’s a crib you know and GOD DAMMIT JACK NO–

Natural. Fucking. Twins.
With no services. And Jack lives alone.
This is Endometriosis, and the end of my sanity.

Please, sim!Me, please. Turn into a TS3 ghost. Help Jack with his kids. They’re your grandchildren, surely you want the best for them…

“SURPRISE, JACK! MWAHAHAHA!”
“Oh hi Mom!”
Thank FUCK he was actually in a decent mood. Thanks, sim!Me! Thanks!

And as if there wasn’t enough madness, Alegra went and popped out two kittens. Which Alegra? You decide.

Because to be honest, I’m not sure they know either.

“Hahahaha, good morning, CABLES! I see you haven’t paid your BILLS–”
Because we have no fucking money and TWIN ALIENS, you bastard.

But that was nothing. Because now the shitheads are GROWING UP. Here’s Plasmosis…

And here’s Endometriosis, and thus the beginning of pure hell.

See that green plumbob? Yeah. Kiss it goodbye, Jack.
“But I love my children.”
Not for long.

Did I mention Plasmosis is a sociopath with only one Nice point, while Endometriosis has nine or so?
“But… But bwutha, I’m stawving!”
“MINE! Go and die, Endo!”

At least the kittens fucking grew up.

And here’s the other one. Alegra and Sweets produced motherfucking owls.

“Now you see, once that player takes the ball, then they have to run it over there…”
“Meow?”
“No, they share it with others.”
“Meow!”

“Oh my gosh, Nedri, it’s been so long! You have no idea how happy I am to see you…”
Hahahaha. Yes. NO IDEA.
MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

So back to families that actually have a reasonable amount of people, here we see Meadow giving a shit about the animals she wanted, foro nce.

“Hmmm, why did they not invite me?”

She’s also showing an interest in her child for once, though more accurately, they both are curious about Terry.
Yes, I know, he’s fascinating, but we have things to do.

“Ah, hello, mother.”
“That baby is not four-years-old, Meadow.”
“I know, mother.”
“She’s not four-months-old, either.”
“I know, mother!”

It’s a quiet birthday for Kaylene. Just her immediate relatives, who try to make up for it by being as noisy as possible.

Oh my, she’s a cutie. And another tuxedo toddler. Was there a sale on those outfits or something?

There’s a full cake literally right in front of you, Terry.

Where was Benjamin? Oh, just talking himself to death on the phone.

Kaylene, you have a crib. Also pretty sure there are pet beds INSIDE.

“GOsh, that date was awesome! Have a GIGANTIC SPHERE!”
How she fit it in that bag, I do not know. Sim magic.

Meanwhile, Annie watches over Benjamin to ensure crazy sphere lady doesn’t get him.

“Hell yes, dating all of these people is so worth it. Super Grandma, here I come!”

-Ka-WHAM!-

“I’m… Fine… Really!”

Meadow, you fucking SUCK. You’ve had kids, you’ve had your animals, what the fuck do you want?!

“Hell yeah, look at these arms of steel. This grandma ain’t a little old cookie baker.”

And what’s Terry up to? Pottery, as usual. But it makes him happy so.

As opposed to Meadow, who SHOULD be happy teaching Kaylene here…

But isn’t.
“Honey, I’m glad you’re interacting with your child, but could you not block the TV?”

“Gosh, I just don’t get how this works. How many times do I mix it…?”
Kid, you could just eat a hamburger.

“Oh Terry, I know I’m useless and not getting aspiration points from the toddler desperately wanting my attention, but let’s have another child!”

“Are you my mother?”
“No, pup. Now go away, I’m spying on the rats in the wall.”
Actually, she totally is, but this IS Annie.

What is with this kid and being outside You’d think there’d be more comfortable places to learn to talk than the cold, hard deck. Like the high chair they’re talking about.

“Oh… Oh god, no, I’m dying! I cooked that muffin wrong!”
“Fascinating, human. Please continue these death throes.”

“Haha, GOTCHA!”
As Annie butts in, literally.

“Look, dear, we need some money and we need to sell this pottery. I’m worried that Kaylene will shove herself into some of the pots.”

“Excuse me, but who do you think you are, admiring me?!”
Touchy people in the shop today.

“Oh dear, I think I bored the dog to death.”

Danielle, sweetie, that’s dog pee. You don’t need to mop it up.

“So do you think Kaylene can hurry it up? I saw some townie walk by that I want to hit on.”

“Oh hi Kaylene!”

ANd here she is. Cute kid overall. Definitely and interesting blend of her parents.

Speaking of the parents…
“Isn’t this my bed? I don’t get any respect around here.”

Meanwhile, we got an employee at the pottery store, and she’s good. She’s really, really fucking good. Look at how happy Marylene is back there.

Here she is convincing Christy to buy some pottery, while even Brandi isn’t messing with her. Allyn, I heart you.

Danielle, please don’t run over the puppy.

So in a desperate attempt to get Meadow’s aspirations up, I sent her along to the cooking lot to enter a cooking contest.
“I’ve got this. I make the best crepes around.”

“Heh heh, that’s right. No one can best my spare ribs.”
“Are you kidding? I made a mousse!”
“I wonder if I cooked the turkey too long”

The tension is high… Faces are fraught…

And stupid Meadow motherfucking lost. There went that aspiration boost, MEADOW.

While Danielle was talking with sketchy characters. Figures.

When your kid cooks better than you.

I finally had to resort to a motherfucking date to get Meadow happy. Two children and four dogs just wasn’t enough.

Damn, but the ghosts are catching a lot of action.

But Antony hands down looks the creepiest about it.

“So if you count each bump of the car and multiply it by the force…”
“Mommy, this is geography.”

Meanwhile, at the business, I make poor Terry eat garbage after a long day of work.

And then I make him get groceries so his family isn’t stuck eating garbage.

“Gosh, it’s my birthday! I can’t believe it!”

“Whoa, I have hands!”
“Looking good, grandson, looking good. You’ve got your grandma’s traits.”

“Oh hi, Benjamin, you look different!”

Indeed he does! He looks a lot like Terry, but with softer cheekbones. Quite a long way from his odd-looking toddler years.

And thus it’s time to fix his personality. I think he was mean and I wasn’t in the mood for that shit. He just didn’t seem mean.

Unlike other people I could name.
“You stupid punk! You think you can make that move?! You need to improve your act and skill before you can even think of besting me.”
And on that beautiful note, that’s the end of month 3 of the BACC! We’ve come a long way already, haven’t we? But there’s still a long, long way to go. Join me next time as we raise aliens and businesses together!