Guten Tag, Alles, und willkommen auf meine BACC Herausforderung! Letztes Mal, Menschen war sterbet, Kinder war gebort, und eine Fitnessstudio hat gemacht. Sehr aufregend! Und was passiert naechste?

(My apologies to all German speakers for slaughtering the language.  It’s been a while and my vocabulary is just not cooperating today.)

Sometimes you just gotta German.  Bad German, even.

“Remember how you said ‘death happens’, Julia?”

“I don’t happen.  I am Death.”
“Erm, sorry, I guess?”

“It is nothing.  Now come with me beyond this place.”
“Eww, that dog smells!”

Good mourning, there, Christy.

“Waaaah, Mom died, and her body didn’t fit in the fridge!”

“Oh well, you’ll fit in the fridge, won’t you Rosey!”
“Daddy!”

“Yay!  I grew up and my face is perfectly symmetrical!  See?!”

And meet Josephine!  She is not a clone!  And red hair to boot!

“If you don’t stop calling here, I swear I will take a rocket right out to the woods and–”

Okay, she’s 8/9/2/10/6, so probably not that mean, but man she looks pissed in this.

“Yay, you grew up!”
“I guess it’s okay.  My hand seems intact.”

Amanda is a Popularity Sim, which was a given considering her insane personality.

“*sniff* My grave is gone!”

Oh shush, you’ve been dead all of a few days.

Well, let’s get Josephine grown up, then.  The kids are so thrilled.

“Look, honey, I swore I spun the baby correctly–”
“Sure, sure.  You just wanted more cake, didn’t you?”

“Um, hello, I’m being upstaged by my sister!”

Oh shush, Amanda.  Josephine here is a 6/3/2/7/9, so she’s not going to upstage anyone any time soon.  Probably just hide in her room and play video games, which I support 100%.

“Yes, good!  The most important thing to know is me!”

“Yes, Josephine, you can walk!  +5000 points for me!”

Yep, Christy is a true Family Sim.

“Um, hello, I can’t get into the bedroom with the dresser and exorcist dog in the way!”
“Crap, the human child saw my abilities!  Quick, puppy, get her!”
“Woof?”

“Whoa, is my sister growing up?  While my head is impaled through this door?!”

And then Josephine appears to be snapping her spine.  Family of contortionists.

Not so much a family of weeders, though.  This kind of freaked me out and you bet your ass I made one of them take care of it.

“I’ve been practicing my telepathy!  Who needs to be near the mixer to use it?!”
“Just keep walking, just keep…”

Meanwhile, the puppy grew up into a Maxx clone.  Meet Benny.

“Oooooooh, I can feel the spirit riiiiising–”
“Great, I got the weird family.”

“Hooray, I’m old!”

Indeed you are, but we need to check on the restaurant.  It’s only been a generation or so.

“I can’t believe you hired that foreigner when I need a job!”

Oh shut up Brittany Shade.

You might remember that Amanda had an interest in cooking, but that doesn’t seem to be panning out at the restaurant.

“Yeah, that’s right, stove.  I can control you through gestures.”
“Amanda, honey, can you help me with this energizer thing?”

But other things are going quite smoothly… And that’s enough of the Centowskis!

“I can feel it, Maxima.  My time is coming, just as it did for my sister.”

“Odd, creator.  I only feel richer.”

I can only assume Margaret also got inheritance.

Some people are less concerned.

“Weeeee, the stripes are spinnnnning!”

“Teehee, Jacob, did you hear?”

“Whoa, she totally croaked?!”

“I thought only your dad did!”

Yeah, such a touching family.

“Dad, did you have to corner me in the bathroom?”

“Augh, she grew up again!”

And it appears she spawned a Bon Voyage teen in the process!

“Ugh, can you believe what outfit he grew into, Maxima?!”
“It is quite mysterious, creator.”

Euro willingly left behind the rabbit head of her youth to move out.

Mark, meanwhile, set to being a general doofus.

Not as impressive as Margaret’s anti-gravity skirt, of course.

“Spinning out here all night?  I have no idea what you mean.”

“I meant to work on this Servo last night, but oh well.  There’s plenty of time today.”

“Dammit, Grim, you didn’t even let me finish this robot!”

“Look, fine, I’ll let you build robots for me.  Happy?!”
“Oh, yes– absolutely!  I can hardly wait!”

“Look, don’t think I’m going to be nice to you just because my aunt died!”

“Sorry, hate to break up this tender fight…”

“Hmph, I won.  I see no reason to watch his death.”
“Moody, did my creator give me money when she died?”

“Um, Grim, sir, do you mind, I’m trying to hula here.”
“You’re the one hulaing through the wall!  Don’t blame me!”

“My creator spun on this before she died, Moody.  Perhaps I can find her again through it?”

“That didn’t work. I suppose I will finish this, in her memory…”

“I knew she would die, Moody, but it is so hard to live with regardless.  Is this the human emotion ‘grief’?”

Meanwhile, outside…

“What… What am I doing here?”

Greetings, Rosemarie.  Mark knew you and seemed to like you, but you didn’t show up as available to grow up.  So, I decided to boolprop you here.

“Whoa, a sensible outfit!”

That is indeed a miracle.  However, you apparently have negative chemistry with Mark.

Not with another man in the house, though!”

“I think you are a lovely robot, Maxima.  Please ignore how I look like a serial killer in this light.”

“Let me implant my serial number on you, human!”

Oh yeah, classy lines.

Ah, nothing like a kiss under the club lights in your maybe-humble adobe.

“Gasp!  Moody!  This isn’t for your eyes!”

“Welcome to the house!”
“Thanks!  Let me teach you the dance of my people.”
“But I thought you were from Tak–”
“OF MY PEOPLE.”

She either liked her new look or wanted to punch it.  Not sure which one.

Nothing like an air kiss to get some aspiration points!

Not all romance in Maxima’s life, though.  With the shop transferred to him, it’s time to stop by and sell Townies some robots.

Rosemarie tagged along, though she spent most of her time answering the phone.

“No, Euro is not here!  I’m not sure she’s ever been here!”

But at the end of the day, she has a big fat heart for our robot.  Awww.

Enough joy, though…

It’s time for more death!

“Okay Molly, look, I have a schedule to keep and– Plasmosis, stop staring!”
“You’re a skeleton in a cloak, man, what did you expect?!”

The family was really touched by Molly’s death, as you can see.

So deeply moved.

“Are you guys gonna WooHoo?  Can I watch?”

“Eugh, Plasmosis, you can’t be serious!”
“Well I am still fresh out of the grave, baby.   Why don’t I flash and you can see if I’m lying?”

“He was just lying.  The sun rose again!”

Meet Quentin, a 10/9/10/3/3. Yeah, great personality there.

You might have a lot of ghosts if they play with each other.

Better than my ghost, who is still angry about that toilet.  Get over it, me!

“Are these not the best drinks you’ve ever seen, dear?  Perfectly blended.”
“Yes, honey, but I’m trying to get to–”
“And Nery can vouch for the taste.”
“Whatever.  It’s booze.”
“I swear, if you two don’t move…”

“I have moved, Lindsay, and huh, what’s this on the floor?  A velvet box… And look at what it contains!”

“Yes, hello, it seems our cat has run away.  I’d prefer to run away with her, you know, so if you find her…”

“Yes, potty VICTORY!”
“Pappy, I stuck–”
“VICTORY!”

“Honey, don’t most people wear white to weddings?”
“Most people don’t die and have to remarry their wife.”

“I would die a thousand times for you– well maybe not, I do only have one nice point.”
“Pappy, mammy, wolf scary!”
“Yes, sweetie, be there in a minute!”

“What?! How dare those Sims get married and not wait for me to sit down!  That’s it, I’m pissing in the tent!”

“Gosh, what a great wedding!  Santa Impersonator approves!”

“What an awful dress!  Molly Ghost disapproves!”

“What a terrible raincoat!  Molly Ghost disapproves!”
“Oh my gosh, a ghost!  It’s so worth ruining my underwear for!”

“Oh honey, do you really think it’s okay to leave the kid with Nery?”
“I mean, he hasn’t burnt the place down yet.  Not sure why a week with a kid would now.”

Yep, Lindsay and Plasmosis got to go on a honeymoon this time, though the fun they had seemed a bit opposite of their personalities.

“Grim thinks he can charge me so much money… I’ll show him!”

“Put your hands up, JUMP– Dammit, buddy, with both feet!”

“So Nery called.  Apparently Roux came back.”

“Wait, and Nery didn’t go off and leave the kid behind?”
“Guess not.  though let’s face it, he wouldn’t go far. We’d find him at the Castle of FUN!.”

“I didn’t know you were so romantic, Plasmosis.  A warm fire, a starlit sky…”

And the creeper-desperado in the background.  What a perfect vacation.

Ahhh, such a perfect vacation… Nature, stars, and borderline snapping your neck in half.

But nothing lasts forever, and Plasmosis and Lindsay come back in time to watch Quentin pop into childhood.

They got a warm welcome back, of course.

“Get out of my bed, you harlot!”

At least the ghosts noticed, though.

“Oh hideous random dude, that makeout was definitely the best out of all I’ve had!”

“And then a little murder and body dissolving to perfect the day!”

“That last image doesn’t give me confidence in this family.”

Oh you’ll be fine, Suzi. Pets can’t be murdered; the social worker just takes you away!

“Finally.  I’ve struggled my whole damn life to get this platinum plumbob and now I get to use it!”

Yay, Slacker is opened to all!  Well not really because the rules say I need a Downtown area, but for some stuff I’ve been counting getting to the top for my peace of mind.

“God, Nery, you’re just so sexy when you ignore me for the drums!”

“Dammit, Grim, really?  I only just got my lifetime want!”

“Look, at least you were able to– oh, sorry, dropped a bit of ectoplasm there.”
“Ewww!  Why is it growing?!”
“Oh, ectoplasm likes haunted houses.  It’ll grow like tumours.”

“You needn’t worry, though. Ectoplasm is so much better once you’re made of it.”
“As long as you keep giving me drinks, Grim, I’ll believe anything.”

“Hooray!  Nery’s dead!”

Now that’s just rude, you two.

“Oh honey, how did you know I wanted to live in the middle of nowhere?!”

Well look here, it’s the Ramaswanis!  Sometimes, my Sims befriend Sims in the sim bin, and I don’t realize that’s where they are until I try to call and the game is all THEY NEED A PHONE FOOL.  I have quite a few CAS Sim “tokens”, as it were, saved up, so I moved these two in so when my Sims make friends with Sanjay, they can actually call him.

Of course, they quickly found ways to occupy their time.

“In a minute, honey, I need to check my portfolio!”

Well there’s an entertaining welcome wagon.

“I look so much better in purple maternity wear than you do, Lindsay.”
“Whatever, Christy! You’re just jealous that I’m married to a handsome alien and your husband is a fat loser!”
“Man, why did I have to get this welcome wagon?”
“Shut up, Abraham!”

“So how much longer can we stall before they all murder each other?”
“I’ll stall forever with you, baby.”

I moved them into that IKEA house, by the way.  Sometimes I want to build, and sometimes I just want someone else to build for me.

“Man, I can’t believe I had to leave my Music job.”

I probably moved you to law enforcement for your LTW, buddy. Be grateful that I care!

“She says be grateful, but did we ask to be moved into this bizarre advertisement for a furniture company?”

“Yeah, we just moved in.  Woodland Gangs?  Is that a TV show?”

“Eating alone while my husband is working… I need a hobby to keep myself busy.”

“Look, for the last time, crepes are not the same as fried eggs!  How undignified are you people?!”

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And on that lovely note, it’s the end of this half of the chapter!  How are the Baguets faring?  Where did Euro go?  Will I ever stop writing cheesy romantic lines?  Find out next time!