Hello Simmers, story lovers, and people unfortunate enough to stumble upon this blog! Welcome back to another month of my Sims 2 BACC. Last time we were here, a demon had moved into the town, Euro had moved into a sanitarium, and our Gen 3 residents were aging. Gen 4 is ready to take over the town.

So we start off at Amanda’s new apartment, where instead of paying her bills, she’s playing a video game.

“Not true! I also posed dramatically in the front door while ignoring the black boxes of doom.”

“Ma’am, I just need to sign — ma’am, I just — ma’am stop trying to hold my hand.”

And then it’s time to work work work, and by that I mean bring home creepy coworkers.

“Look, they cut drug-sniffing dogs out of the budget, he’s the best we can do!”

“Huh? Each officer now is asked to adopt one of the drug-sniffing dogs so they can be used without a budget? Well I guess…”

Erm, this dog might have been inhaling the drugs, not just sniffing them.

And yet Amanda was happy to play with Beth in the pouring rain all night long.

Okay, maybe all night long. She also took the time to befriend creepy coworker.

And to gnaw off her own skin.

“I will get that hangnail one way or another!”

I think you can go inside to sleep, Beth. Really.

“Man, being an adult sure is boring. How can I liven things up?”

“Oh hi random neighbor!”

“Ma’am, ma’am I need to get in to do an emergency inspection, there’s a dark matter leak– oh forget it.”

“Neil! So good to see you for the Woodland Gang Annual Conference!”

“And ladies and gentlemen, tonight our special guest is… Neil Chambers!”

That’s right, Amanda, appease the gangs with chili. Worked for Don with the Uglacies.

Guess there wasn’t a lot of interest in the conference this year.

“Oh I’ll take a date with anyone I can get. Anything to get out of the gang…”

“Even to an abandoned theatre with a hidden sniper?”

“I’ve read my history. Lincoln could have survived that in the modern era. I’ll be fine.”

“I guess. Reagan did survive his…”

“Personally, I’d block the bullets with a frying pan.”
“Psst, human, hey, human, can you ignore the creepy guy for a sec, human.”

“Or a soda can. I bet that can dent a bullet!”
“Oh forget it, I’ll take care of it. Freakin’ Lassie, now everyone thinks collies can save the world…”

I guess she’s into improbable assassination survivals.

Too bad he isn’t.

“Thanks for getting that chili out of my teeth, Amanda.”

So I send Amanda down to the cooking lot, where apparently, trouble is brewing.

“I’m telling you, there are ghosts here!”
“What in the world are you on about?!”

“There aren’t any ghosts, dude! It’s just a graphical glitch!”
“I refuse to listen to your lies! LALALALALA–“

So we need aspiration points, so off I send Amanda to enter the cooking competition. Let’s do pork chops, that’s a decent enough meal in TS2.

Please don’t tell me you’re making those pork chops in a toaster oven.

“Shut up, it’s a secret recipe!”

Seems the competition is more interested in her than the food.

“This recipe takes pork chops to an art form. You and your fancy recipes are doomed!”
“Yes… Yes, and she looks like an art form…”

“*cough, gasp* There’s a dried bone in here, help!”

“Turkey magically has no bones, very promising.”

Yeah that didn’t work out so well.

“I can’t believe they didn’t pick me or her art form chops! The nerve!”

“Whatever. These people don’t appreciate a good dessicated pork chop.”

“Mom, you appreciate the pork chops, right?”
“Sure, honey, I’m just holding onto you so the black expanse doesn’t get me.”
“It’s a glitch, you weirdos!”

Well let’s try to get aspiration points another way. And what do you know it, she likes superstitious chef!

“The ghosts are horrible, miss, just horr– why are you pinching my chin and sniffing my hat?!”

Yeah this wasn’t going well.

“Personal space, woman!”

“At this point I just want to nuke the whole neighborhood.”
“Lady there’s no way this player could do an apocalypse.”

Hey!

“So have you heard about Abraham?”

“His mom died. Isn’t that hilarious?!”

Seriously, some Sim gossip is fucking cruel.

“But that’s not the only gossip I know, sir.”

And thus smitten by her wealth of knowledge on other people’s pain, Warren got his first kiss from Amanda and blinded the bartender with hearts.

“Oooooh Warren, the songs I could siiiing as I fall into the abyyyyyyys–“

They have to be breaking several health codes by now.

So after that fabulous date, I send Amanda back home to find senile Christy trying her best to get pneumonia.

So naturally Amanda joins in.

“Why yes, mom, my extremely distant relative’s wife is hot!”

“Yes, I suppose she is rather foxy, isn’t she?”

“That date was so great, I had the ghosts conjure up a present!”

“Too bad the rain shorted it out…”

“Oh um, hi, Noah. Health hazard that shut down the cooking competition, no idea what you’re talking about.”

Sir, aren’t you supposed to practice on an actual fire?

“Budget cuts, shut up!”

In between training a drug-sniffing dog (and coworker), failing cooking competitions, and kissing all the men, Amanda moves up in law enforcement.

While Beth befriends the strays.

“Forget drugs, this is way more fun!”

“That’s strange… I feel like something is watching me…”
*Beep-Sim realized we are here, blend into wallpaper,beep*

“Human? Human, that outfit seems improper for that exercise.”
“Look, just unlock my arms, I think I’m stuck!”

And then Amanda brought stalker Amin Sims home. Which appears to be going poorly.

“Augh, Amin, you’re twisting my neck, ack–“

Augh, are you serious, Amanda?! He creeps on children!

“Oh please, you’re taking that out of context.”

He goes to every child’s birthday party! And stares at them!

“That’s what Sims do at birthday parties, get it together.”

Now seems like as good a time as any to switch to someone who is hopefully more sane.

Or not.

“How dare you be part of this greeting committee, you gang jerk!”

“Yes, I do wish I could have gone to college to show off my fabulous fashion sense, but alas, the gang doesn’t have that kind of transport…”

Meanwhile, just off-screen…

“How dare you touch my face, you jerk!”

But what’s this? Could Amanda have chosen Ryan Wheeler instead of Randy London?

Nah. She sure does look like grandma Meadow, doesn’t she?

“Oh Randy, now that I’ve put my wig back on, would you marry me?”

“Well I was hoping for something shinier, but what the hell. The gangs don’t pay crap.”

And so Randy London moves in! Unlike Orlando, his face doesn’t explode when he grows up, so that’s a relief.

“The jerk neighbor is shoving her head through the bookshelf! +5000 points!”

Seriously, what’s going on over there?

“Oh god, what if Randy doesn’t want to marry me?! And what if my wig glitches out?!”

Honestly it looks kind of cute that way so I wouldn’t worry.

“Well, looks like rain, honey, let’s get this over with.”

Thanks for being the only one to show up to the ceremony on time, Amanda. It makes up for you stealing Jessica’s wedding dress.

“Oh god, Amanda, are you hurt?!”
“As long as you stay glitched in my torso, yes!”

“Andrew, do you mind, I can’t see!”

“Ahoy, what did I mess?”
“Just the whole wedding.”

“Say, did we all just dream we were at a wedding?”

Apparently.

Yeah, I don’t know what happened; it’s been too long. Maybe the game crashed.

Boy Michelle does not look thrilled to see her daughter get married.

Oh. That’s why.

“Boy my son-in-law-to-be is smoking!”

Amanda was the late one this time around.

“I was boozing it up, so sue me!”

Well you snooze, you lose. No chair for you.

“That’s okay, now I don’t have to crane my neck to see over heads.”

And then the nuclear blast occurred.

Nah, just kidding. I just really failed at taking a photo.

Well the wedding must have worked that time, since Jessica is about to murder the cake.

“Honestly, a nuclear blast would have been way more exciting than just cake.”

Jonathan, you can’t marry your sister. What is this, the Uglacies?

Aww, how sweet. I feel about how Lilac there feels.

“And now a toast to Amanda and her awesome wig!”

“I’m about to pee myself!”

You’re on free will, dude, I can’t be held responsible.

That’s right, we had a fabulous roof raiser, which means…

Vacation time!

“Listen, this is the perfect place to learn the hula!”
“But… Aren’t we China-Japan?”

Or in a Star Trek episode, judging by that kimono-mullet-dragon-feet combo over there.

“Yes, my love, a toast to our–“

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I dropped my invisible food all over you!”

“Please don’t kill me, please, I swear I’ll fix it!”

“Look, honey, you can skip a meal. I’m sure they will have more food next time!”

And apparently that was the end of that vacation.

Hm.

Gee, I’m so sorry I tried to brighten your new house up. How dare I.

They had other ideas for how to brighten it up.

Ew.

Look, this can’t be all fun and woohoo. We have a town to build!

“Why hello wolf-dog! Would you care to join our humble abode?”
“Not with those kinds of flowers.”

“You give all of your Sims this hairstyle!”

I know, I know, but it looks good on your face, and it’s time you get rid of those braids.

“Well I think it looks great! *hic*”

Red alert, senile drunk father stuck on the sidewalk.

Bigger red alert, jerkass gang member also on the sidewalk.

“Psst, pop-in-law, Andrew totally pissed himself at our wedding.”

“Yesss, yess, just let me touch the belly and your baby will grow up to take over the world!”
“Dad, please go home, don’t make me call mom again.”

Smooth, buddy.

“Look, the in-law tracker is a great invention and I don’t know what their problem is.”

Er, is that some news interviewing strays?

“No idea, but it still makes more sense than dad these days.”

Yeah, I think we have bigger problems here besides dad.

“Augh, Randy, you just pushed me straight through the blanket, and my bladder has hit critical!”

You know, I don’t think it’s good to just cut half of your baby off.

“Then get better pregnancy morphs.”

“Oh– oh maybe she was right.”

Meet Miranda. As you can see, use proper pregnancy morphs, or your baby’s head might connect together goofily.

Um, I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to wait a while after giving birth before woohooing, but okay then. Freakin’ Family Sim. Orlando’s Fortune so not sure what his excuse is.

“I love plundering!”

TMI.

Okay, are you sure you are a Fortune Sim? Because you are smiling while changing a dirty diaper. Smiling.

“I smelled worse living with the woodland gangs. I wish I had talc to throw at those slobs!”

(How the fuck did I know talc is used in baby powder?)

What’s this? Secret Romance Sims?

Nah, we just got another dog affected by drugs.

“My ear is stuck to my leg, help!”

She’s such a good dog, she immediately fused with the couch solely to eat it.

The dog came with a free car from the dump. Sweet!

Yeah, well maybe if you didn’t woohoo right after birth, you wouldn’t have this problem.

God, kneeling in toilet water and puking into a clog has got to suck.

They’ve got a lovely house going for them, though, don’t they? Randy must have come with a decent amount.

As for the colours, I don’t know. Sometimes I’m just weird.

Time sure does fly by quickly.

Miranda is a 10/2/1/7/10. She’ll be a video gaming neatfreak, if she can ever get out of bed.

But enough about that. 

“Say what? What happened to my apartment?”

I have plans for you. Plans that require more space.

“Yeah well this tub SUCKS! -500!”

Hey, I don’t see Tulip complaining.

“I have food, therefore life is good.”

*gasp!* Abraham, what are you doing?

“Thinking of going green!”

“Abraham, can you please get your hat out of my forehead?”
“Oh, right, sorry, just a little giddy is all.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about. Of course I’m not seducing every man in town. For one thing, I’m not seducing you.”

“Jeffrey is way hotter than you, you see.”

Jeffrey might be the hot one, but it’s his sibling that she’s going after first. Probably because Jeffrey is gay.

“Wait a minute– this was your plan!”

Oops?

“Look, you annoying jerk, Abe is solely my bootie call. I don’t care how evil you think he is!”

“AUGH THE TABLE ATTACKED ME!”

“I mean, it’s okay living with my brother, except for the men he brings home at all hours… Euro, are you okay?”
“Fine, fine… Definitely not pregnant with your child!”
“Huh?”
“Huh?”

Andy!

“I’m just, um, investigating! Yeah!”

Yeah well whatever you’re investigating, it appears to have broken the cat.

“MREEOW!!”

I see you getting those aspiration points, you fake Family Sim!

“She’s… She’s mesmerized me… I don’t know what I’m doing!”

Sure.

Still mesmerized?

“No, more in awe, now.”

Try to look a bit less devious, there.

“Two down, plenty more to go!”

She’s a Knowledge Sim, by the way.

A Knowledge Sim discovering the joys of childbirth!

Hoo boy. Meet Nickola.

And meet my Sims’ inability to keep it in their pants.

“Erm, how does this work?”

Okay first off, why are you still here, Andy, and second you know how! You’re a Family Sim!

“Freakin’ Family Sim couldn’t even be bothered to change a diaper…”

Well it’s not his kid so cut him some slack.

“Look, I’ve heard of your hotness, and besides, everyone in town is a secret Romance Sim. You won’t regret it.”

Yep. Benjamin.

“So I’m not going to have to pay for this service, right?”
“Ugh, men.”

Well thank god Nickola is colic-free so she won’t be traumatized.

So they did the deed, and, well.

“Heh heh heh, I still got it. I… Got… It.”

“Okay, look, you’re starting to creep even me out. Care to leave?”

Nope.

“I’m going to stand here with this invisible bag until someone notices!”

Somehow, in between all the infidelity, Nickola pops into toddlerhood. She’s a 1/1/9/10/6. Sorority girl with social anxiety basically.

Immediately, Nickola seeks solace with the cat.

“Pwease love me… Mommy scawy…”

Mommy was not prepared for single motherhood.

“Oh thank God, no more diapers for me!”

Psyche!

“Arrrgh, WHY!”

Meet Penny! She’s Andy’s kid. Trust me. You’ll believe me later.

Um, Euro, I know you’re giving birth and all, but we have a runaway toddler.

“Me tunnel to new famwy!”

Oh great, we got the complete sociopath today.

“HAHAHAHAHA! I LOVE STEALING FROM SINGLE MOTHERS! MWAHAHAHAA!!”

Single mother she may be, but Nickola is still getting her toddler skills, and terrifyingly, Euro is getting points for it!

Too bad Benjamin tried to strangle her.

“I will not be seduced!”

Psh, yeah right. No one can resist!

“Oh, oh god, she passed out, and left her baby on the floor. What to do, what to do?!”

“Whoa! At least I didn’t slam into the counters this time!”

No, but your child is trying to suffocate herself. Think you can get her to a crib?

Don’t worry, she recovered.

“Yay, I can unhinge my jaw!”

And pop goes Penny into toddlerhood! She’s an 8/6/1/10/7. So a sorority girl with narcolepsy.

Sure, the bathroom is clearly a biohazard, but just play Red Hands in it.

And then out pops another baby! Quentin here is Benjamin’s and startlingly alien.

So we have an utter lack of money and beds, which means the kids have to share with their mother. Which puts a slight damper on the whole broodmare thing for Euro.

“Thank plumbob.”

And yet despite three young kids Euro still manages to teach Penny to talk…

And pee…

And walk!

She didn’t bother with the aspiration points this time though, the jerk.

Worked out for Penny, though. Her genetics didn’t, but at least she’s a happy kid.

And Nickola even learns how to do her homework! Never mind Euro hasn’t changed clothes in days.

Nickola, what are you doing?

“Mmm, tasty!”

Nickola, we have food– oh never mind.

“What the hell is wrong with my sister?! Seriously?!”

“Frankly, I’d rather get hit by a train than share a bed with you.”

Ah, such a loving family.

“Yes, I need my spatula flipped something fierce. Yes, that’s an innuendo. Look, I’m rusty, it’s been maybe five days!”

And pop goes Quentin into a 1/8/9/5/3. Charming.

Ah, the joys of being the town tramp. Let’s leave her to it, shall we?

“What is this?!”

Looks like a ghost fabric or something.

Yes, it’s back to Memoria, where she appears to be going the crazy cat lady route.

“So you understand that this is my turf, yes?”
“Whatever, green kitty, I just wanna play.”

And play they did.

While Memoria focuses on really important things.

Like building her demon army to take over Hillsdale.

This might not be the right house for you, buddy.

“Better call Killer Whale Services. Freakin’ feral penguins.”

Wait a minute, they aren’t killer whales, and that’s not your wife!

“Um, sir, you realize that her husband will kill you, and we can’t intervene without being killed ourselves.”

“But, but I’m hungry too, I’m starving!”

Sorry, Baxter, Juliet wasn’t kidding about running the place.

Besides which, the least you could do is clean yourself.

Yeah, we got one of those cats. Thankfully, unlike Charlie in Candi’s Prettacy, this cat gave us a chance to fix the problem.

*Gasp* Juliet really is magic! What is she going to do? Kill all penguins? Turn the skies red? Force everyone to do the macarena? 

Oh.

The green might not show up as well on black bases, but meet Hamster and Lilly.

And apparently Memoria has a boring life, because off we go to the Ramaswami’s!

“Yay I grew into a real boy!”

With Priya’s looks, indeed. Apparently I neglected to tell you Nalim’s personality last time; he’s a 10/8/2/8/6. Frat boy with OCD.

As for why Priya wasn’t there to watch him grow up, she was busy peeing herself right next to the toilet. While Sanjay just watches. Charming family.

“Wow, a grocery store! I’ll just walk right through the merchandise!”

Been a while since we saw this store, hasn’t it? Plasmosis owns it, it’s just Castle of FUN! is, well, more fun.

He finds his own fun with the grocery store, though it’s mainly by maiming the customers.

Maybe he met his match, though.

“I’ve had a toddler at home for a few days, Plasmosis, take that!“

Problem is, they stayed out there all night. Boys, boys you will freeze to death.

*weird sci-fi bzzzzruup noise*
“I am in position to spy on the family. Mission is a go.”

“Child is obsessively drawing humans with baked heads, intervention might be required.”

“Augh, Priya, I get labour is painful, you don’t need to bite my ear off!”

That’s what you get for stalking, Amin!

“Painful, nonsense, I’m going to jump rope!”

“Fine, if I must help you with your homework, Nalim…”

“There, now can you leave mommy to her weird hobbies?”

“Sigh, this family sure is weird. Guess I better read my Stars in Crotches maganize.”

This definitely looks like a last known photo shot.

Er, did we switch reels?

“Oh Amin, I Don’t care what people say, you are terrific!”

Maybe not.

“Um, Sanjay is in the way!”
“Sanjay is in the way!”
“Ugh, Sanjay, your breath reeks!”

So you wanted Sanjay to get out of the way so you could slow dance with the creeper in the bathroom?

“He’s not a creep!”

“I swear, this neighborhood is really going downhill. Must be the new factory.”
“My father was abducted by aliens.”
“Sure, sure, that’s what the government wants you to think.”

“Oh my god, they’re serving the pork chops I made at that competition!”

See, that’s why you don’t make them in a toaster oven. They live forever after that.

But hey, at least the party was a success.

What the party was for, I’m not sure. Maybe just keeping Sanjay out of aspiration failure.

Certainly wasn’t for Priya.

“My fingers are bleeding! Can I ever stop?!”

Nah.

“Yes, well done, Nalim, but don’t I have another child?”

Yes, indeed. Apparently I never bothered with photos of his birth, but this is Dinesh, a 7/10/4/2/6. A serious social butterfly. Social moth I guess? Social spider?

Well he can’t be any weirder than his brother.

“And then the little people made out!”

Eh, basically what the Sims is. I can’t judge.

I’d be careful about the kids you invite over, though.

“Why of course I don’t want to sneak into the woods and pants the gangs! Why would you ever accuse me of that?”

Excuse me, are you stealing an invisible paper?!

“That’s what you get for letting me keep the pirate outfit and naming me after Antoinette!”

Okay, so yes, Priya does spend some time with her kids. Not like she enjoys it.

“Yes, baby *sigh* now say teddy.”

And potty-training, too, yes, fun is had by all.

“I think I’d rather go back to sewing…”

“Hey Penny, you wanna come over? Anything to keep me from having to help with the baby.”

Um, Penny, I don’t recall saying you could bring an old lady. Sheesh, she comes along with everyone.

“Forget the old lady, this is way more fun!”

Aren’t they precious. I’ve seen worse alien-gened children. Especially considering her father.

“Hahaha, yes, I am the king of rock-paper-scissors!”
“CURSE THE GOOOOOOOOODS!”

Dammit, who invited the clown?!

“Um, I think I need to go, Nalim, the weirdos are coming out.”

But never mind that, look who presumably got her silver badge!

“Am I ever going to do anything with this?”

Yes, but you guys need to make me some money first.

“There is no way it is legal for me to take a job from the classified section.”

Eh, this is the Sims.

Another toddler successfully irradiated to a happy childhood.

Seems like the classified ad might have been a bit too much for poor Nalim though.

“Okay, so mom comes home from work and– DeDe, dad’s feet are not for chewing.”

“Whoa, that’s what mom looks like?”

“Hi, Mom! Gosh I never get to see you!”
“Hello, I grew up well, anyone care?”

“Hmph. I’ll show them.”

“Whoa, I have fine wrists!”

And thus Nalim grows into a Knowledge teenager, while Priya appears to plot his murder.

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And that’s all the space we have for the BACC today! Next time, perhaps we’ll even see the other families more than in passing, no? Stay safe out there, and happy simming.