Hello everyone! Happy soon-to-be-New Year, and welcome back to my TS2 BACC Challenge! My apartment smells of anise and cinnamon, I might light my nutmeg candle to add to it, and last month, the third generations were moving out, finding partners, and wreaking havoc! Okay, maybe not that last one.
“Oh baby, you will always be young and fresh to me…”
I bet the bus drivers are alcoholics in the Sims 2.
Christy, you could’ve worn your wedding dress to your wedding.
“I’m good, thanks.”
That’s right; it’s wedding time, and the guests are thrilled.
“I’m telling you, blocks have better uses than just kid toys.”
“I don’t know. That sounds kind of pain–”
“UM HELP SOMEONE SAVE ME!”
You could just walk away, Meadow.
Well I guess Jack believed him.
“Check out this smustle, Julia. Others can only DREAM of this skill.”
“Yeah whatever bro.”
So anyway, let’s try to get this wedding going.
Hey Julia, townie chick, think you could sit your asses down?
“Well I would, but someone took my seat.”
And apparently a dog crashed the wedding. Luckily the bride and groom don’t seem to mind.
Awww, what a happy, pretty couple.
Complete with the bus and carpool, and Jeffrey making lewd gestures to the creepy dormie chick.
Look at everyone applauding and smiling!
Except creepy dormie chick.
And the dog, who apparently decided this wedding was just too dull.
“You guys didn’t get to the cake fast enough. I’m out of here.”
“Help, this creepy chick won’t stop staring!”
I’m afraid I can’t do much to help you, Orlando.
Excuse me, Andy, what are you doing admiring your aunt?
“Nothing, nothing, just– admiring her colour choices…”
Christie, dear, you might want to leave the bath and watch that new husband of yours.
And man, does that face look dirty combined with that thought bubble.
“I don’t know, aunt Julia. I just thought my marriage was so great that I should wear the same outfit to this one. Is that wrong?”
“Seriously, Uncle?”
“But I really have to pee!”
“Have you heard of waiting?!”
Abraham, dear, you kind of missed your brother’s wedding.
“I missed my bruda’s washing?!”
“So where will you go for your honeymoon? Will it have lots of naked, muscular men?”
Makeover time for Christie! She has a bit of an odd face, so there aren’t many hairs that fit — her nose is very long while her cheeks are high up. This one looked good though, and she approved.
And with the festivities and makeovers done, it’s time for the honeymoon!
“Had I known I’d get to sit in a sauna, I would have married out of the woods ages ago!”
So I had a lot more photos of their honeymoon taken, but with these pictures coming on two-years-old, I honestly couldn’t tell you what half of them were about.
Except this one.
This one clearly shows a kidnapping in progress.
“Miss, please! We don’t know where they are taking her and could really use some help with–”
“Yeah, whatever, can I get the mystery special?”
“Wow, this fire is so cozy! I wonder why it smells funny?”
“I can’t believe we have to leave just so police can investigate the body in the fireplace!”
“I’m telling you, lullaby music is the best in the world.”
“I agree, honey. I hope we get to hear lots of it–”
“Um, I think I need to go, you two. Toilets to clean and all.”
“Well at least this fire doesn’t smell like burning flesh.”
I would say it was a romantic dance outside the men’s restroom, but even they don’t seem to believe that one.
“Honey, what are you doing?”
“It’s the slap dance! It’s tradition here!”
“… Are you sure they aren’t BSing you?”
Asks the man getting piddly aspiration points for going on tours in the middle of the night.
“Tours? I was being interviewed by the police! I’m relieved to be home!”
It seems that the police completed their investigation, or at least removed the body from the fireplace.
“I say, you are not bowing down well enough!”
“P-Please! I have a bad back! This is the best I can do!”
“Sure, sure, now BOW!”
“Can’t you leave that poor tourist alone?”
“Leave me alone, Mom!”
“You know, outdoor retreats are great, but what we really need is a movie theatre.”
“Now you, sonny, what you need is some good makeup. I happen to sell some…”
“Tour guide, you’re sexy. Call me.”
He’s also behind you, so maybe turn around?
“God I wish I had gone to college.”
“So the murder is all over the news, now…”
“Well it definitely wasn’t me! Do you think I’m that stupid? I’m a bit conspicuous, you know! One glance and every witness would know I did it!”
“Look, maybe you could come with us–?”
“Oh hell no, lady. If I leave town, then instantly I’ll be blamed. Besides, I hate airplanes.”
“Gosh, if only I had passed grade school.”
And after that relaxing honeymoon, it’s back home to get Christie some more sensible clothing.
And to try and get Andy to not be the fattest fatass that ever did fat.
Of course, if that’s my goal, maybe I shouldn’t send them to the restaurant. But we need the money and if I get it up enough levels, we unlock a level in Culinary! Which we might’ve already, but whatever.
Andy would have helped, but he was busy being a closet Pleasure Sim.
And Orlando was busy trying out a new anti-aging routine: plate smashing!
“Could… Could it be?! Could I be the leader of the unicorns?!”
“Yes, this item was last touched by a complete stranger!”
Seriously, I’m not sure that woman has ever entered the house.
“Um, hello, you made me max my skill until I wanted to pass out!”
But look at how platinum your plumbob is!
“So Bigfoot totally didn’t pass grade school.”
I’ve noticed there are certain workout items that Sims just love, and that stationary bike is one of them. Why, I don’t know — I find them exceedingly boring — but there you have it.
Seriously, one Sim hops off, and another immediately jumps back on, determined to fake-bike into Pleasantville.
Well maybe if you didn’t feel the need to pet the dog in the middle of cooking, this wouldn’t have happened.
I began expanding the restaurant so we could have a few more large tables for when I send families there. We hired some Bon Voyage townie to help be a waiter, while Andy helps Orlando in the kitchen and Julia… Does whatever the hell she’s doing in this picture. Living statue?
Andy’s a good chef, though he hasn’t figured out that people are supposed to pay for food. It’s good to have it on hand for the employees, though.
“Man, I can’t believe we got a sweet stereo.”
Oh get over it, Abraham.
I think you’re supposed to turn the TV on to watch it, Julia.
“Um, guys, you know I was trying in here, and that it’s my bed–”
“Too bad, Christie, we have some boots to knock. Out!”
Andy, your parents just kicked your pregnant wife out of bed.
“So Jason, you were saying it was a dark, clear night when the aliens came?”
“Um, hello? I was trying to sleep in the kids’ room and I guess it wanted to check it out.”
“AAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHH–”
“Dammit, Christie, I was sleeping! Here, let me just pull the baby out–”
“GET YOUR HAND OUT OF ME!”
“I was just trying to heeeeeeeeelp!”
AMIN GET OUT OF HERE.
Also note Andy running in late to the party. When the stalker gets there before the father…
“Wow, a baby!”
“A baby!”
“Abraham!”
Meet Amanda.
Erm, you know, you guys just had a baby, maybe you want to give it a bit more time before having another one…
“Bzzzt, out of the way, filthy human, I must clean.”
“Go to the movie? No and no. Do I look like that kind of guy to you?”
Seeing as you’re a Pleasure Sim, survey says yes.
“Well fine, I’m going to give you the cold shoulder!”
Abraham was so disgusted that he dumped the pork chops all over the chair.
“Look, what I want is a BFF. Two just isn’t enough. Don’t you see?”
“Yes, hello? Is this the Adopt-a-Friend service?”
“Get off the phone, bro, my wife is having an episode again!”
“Well, look, we can play Red Hands, but that’s it!”
“Oh boy!”
Um, could someone maybe peel the baby off of the floor?
“Bzzzt, must get rid of things on the floor.”
Someone get the baby, now!
Julia!
“Nope, intense game of red hands with my son, here.”
Andy, Orlando!
“So I’m telling you, I’ve seen it in the future — looooooots of grandbaaaaaabies.”
Well at least someone picked him up, though I don’t think that’s how you’re supposed to feed him.
“No, no, Abe, the other end.”
Well, let’s grow this baby up before the vacuum gets her.
Well, her looks are… Interesting.
“All right, Amanda, I’m going to teach you the best dance moves!”
“Dah!”
But we’ve spent enough time with this crazy family…
“ARGH NOT AGAIN!”
“What’s this? Is that Jason’s butt?”
Their concern is less with Jacob and more with how loud the spaceship is.
“Ugh, can’t it be just a bit quieter?!”
“Whoa, dad, that was great!”
“Encore, honey, encore!”
“Ugh, I could do better. Why don’t they come for me?”
“I have a very simple task for you, Moody — find the Holy Grail.”
“So maybe we should become teens. What do you think?”
“I dunno…”
“On second thought, yes. Then Jeffrey standing over us is less creepy.”
“AUGH!”
“AUGH!”
Jeffrey, you really didn’t need to turn around just to jump at Euro too.
Okay, I’d tell you what was going on here, but I honestly have no idea.
“Y-You’re so mean, Jason!”
“Damn straight I am, punk!”
“Aliens… Oh aliens, why won’t you answer my call?”
“YOU CALLED, MAXIMA?”
Meanwhile, inside…
“I’ve had enough of your bullying and lies! Why would I possibly be a pervert to my own cousins?!”
“That’s it, I’ve had enough of you and your attitude!”
“You think you can just walk around here and insult my family?!”
“As a matter of fact, I can! You’re just an old scientist…”
“… While I’ve honed my body to perfection.”
“Aliens, I must say, I never knew there were so many uses for a probe!”
“WE FIND THE KNOWLEDGE QUITE GRATIFYING. BUT NOW YOU MUST GO.”
“Do I have to?”
“Ugh, not these guys again, Mom! Why does their ship run on synth music?!”
“That was great, Maxima! We knew you could do it!”
“Ugh, I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“Sure, sure, fights and aliens, and I’m stuck fixing the computer.”
The next morning…
“How dare he accuse me of such horrific acts!”
Yeah okay, not like the paperboy is delivering today’s paper right behind you.
Moving on… The teens! This is Euro Baguet…
And here is Mark. Very similar-looking, unlike Endo and Plasmosis.
In case I forgot to tell you all, Mark is 10/2/2/10/10, while Euro is 1/6/10/10/8. Because they aren’t aliens if they don’t have crazy personalities.
“Human… Human?!”
“That’s it, boy, now you got it! If your heart doesn’t stop, then it’s just not playing dead!”
“Heh heh heh. I will get that Jason. He will rue the day he ever yelled at me for hanging out in the kids’ bedroom while they slept!”
I’ve never actually used a SentryBot… But there’s nothing like the present, eh?
“What? I thought I saw that hottie Brandon…”
“Why hello there lady! I see you like games! You should join my club, heh heh.”
“Why the nerve of that freak!”
Greater than 8 nice points, so this was rather inevitable.
This wasn’t though.
“Hum de dum dum, gee, what’s that robot there? Well I’ll just walk right by it without any issue, dum de dum.”
“Eugh! What is that Romance Sim up to now?!”
“Shut up, Jason! What I do when phased into your house’s walls is my own business!”
“Heh, Endo, you would not believe what I heard about Plasmosis through the alien mind meld…”
“… And he totally got it on his hand!”
“Oh my god, are you serious?”
“Haha, Euro, tell it again, again!”
Meanwhile, outside, apparently stone is flammable.
“Oh my god, oh my god, what do I do?! I was just invading their house again and this?!”
Speaking of again… Have fun, Maxima!
“They came back for me! I knew they would!”
“I’m telling you, Jason, the statue was on fire!”
“Haha, yeah, right, Jeffrey. You just want me to go out there and get soaked.”
“Jeffrey, why didn’t you just say it was an alien abduction?!”
“I’m telling you, I had no– Er, Jack, what are you doing here?”
“I came to drag Endo home, but this stupid alien ship had to interrupt me!”
Finally, finally, I managed to get Jason to max his Logic skills. Finally had to resort to spying on people so he wouldn’t keep getting his ass abducted.
“Oh, h-hi there, little SentryBot! Don’t mind me, just passing through, heheh!”
“BZZZT I SENSE YOU ARE NOT TELLING THE WHOLE TRUTH BZZZT”
“Well I was g-going to take their newspaper there, but only to tidy up the neighborhood!”
Their business still exists, for the record. Mark is trying to get the hang of it.
While Jason is building his way up to mad scientist.
“Then Jeffrey better watch out!”
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“No no, see, you’re supposed to put your paw on my hand, not through it.”
“Yes, I love you, Moody!”
“And I love you too, Maxima– PSYCHE!”
“BZZZZZ THISSGSISSSSKJLGAIASGKLSCRUELTYSFLX”
“I swear, I don’t see anything!”
“Keep your eyes closed a bit longer…”
“And that was how I proved that AI is superior.”
And that is where I will end this chapter, because I’ve horrific writer’s block and just want something posted. Next time: the remaining Baguets! The mysterious Cables! And perhaps even a look into Jeffrey’s nefarious plans! See you then.
Into the Sims 