Hello everyone, and welcome back to my TS3 Legacy! With NaNoWriMo, a sinus infection, colitis, and trying to do a Coursera Data Analytics course at the same time, I need more procrastination tools than my phone, computer, and soon-to-to-be-usable Playstation. So why not try again to update this blog regularly?

Last time we were here, Trent set the house on fire, the twins grew up, and we killed someone again. Typical day in my Sims game, basically. Now what could they be up to next?

“Mommy? Mommy, that you?”

Yes, in a startling moment, one of my Sims interacted with her children. And oof EAxis really didn’t texture the back of that dreads style well did they. Edit: Since I got asked, the toddler-fro is Robokitty’s. Please be cautious though as the Kitty Klan site is infested with adware.

“The way to salvation is clear. The signal comes from the treetops, but the schemers have put an obstacle in my way.“

Maybe find a giraffe?

Teaching the important things in life. Can’t remember if Anna has Loves the Outdoors or not.

Too bad they didn’t teach her the concept of sharing.

“But ME wanna make bad moosic!”

I feel like this has turned into some schmaltzy montage. 

Rocking by the fire, your precious child slowing falling asleep to the motions and warmth. This is love. This is joy. This is parenting.

This… Is Thunder screwing up a jump.

“I must practice, so that I may one day jump up to the tree’s secrets.“

You do that, then.

Ah, good, we wouldn’t want visitors to be safe at our house.

Yes, this is a new photo of my disgusting, disgusting Sims. I really just ought to hire them a maid.

“The other great human! No! I am unworthy to look at him!”
“Whoa, it’s raining horse dander.”

“Welp, now seems like a good time to die of hypothermia.”

Sammy, you could go inside.

Or not.

“Hey, Grim, right on time.”

“Are you a vegetarian cat? Because I stole way too much produce from their garden…”

“Oh, hi, Grim! Lovely day isn’t it?”

“Do you have to take our cat, Grim?”
“Seriously, don’t we have a horse that is a few million years old?”

We convinced Grim to give us a gecko for the cat. Fair trade.

This is either a heartwarming picture or her checking that Christine is ready for the oven.

Yes, out of all of the people to want to check out the future, it’s Mr. Evil who rolled it. No shock there.

“Hmm, is this about to destroy the world? I hope so!”

“OOGA BOOGA!”
“AAAAAH DEMON!”

“I bet this guy knows where to get all of the best nuclear waste.”

“I present to you, humble sir, this time manipulator–“
“Oooh, is it radioactive?!”

“All right, time to make a speedy getaway before the Intergalactic Mission for Stable Time Streams realizes I’ve–“

“Look, I’m just saying, it only makes sense that time travel would involve radioactivity!”
“Sir, please let me go home.”

Tonya!

“Hmmm, being dead isn’t so bad, I guess. I can still enjoy the pool, and now I don’t have to dig holes!”

Er, Charles?

“I hate when I appear with someone else! Then it’s just argue, argue, argue!”

As a matter of fact, we had the whole damn graveyard coming out. And of course, the cats stick to Bruce.

Er, I’m glad you like the incense, Tonya, but do you have to wake your daughter up?

“Yes.”

There are less painful ways to enter the house, you know.

“It’s fine. I was cold anyway.”

“See, this is what I’m talking about. I Just want a nice fritter from this suddenly-clean kitchen, and this lady comes in and complains!”
“Ugh, Charles, you’ve been dead for like two generations now. You smell gross!”
“I’m a werewolf, okay?!”

“Budge, it’s so awful that Sammy died, but at least I have you!”
“If I don’t look at him, he’ll go away…”

Do you need something, Drifter?

“Nah, just posing dramatically. I am a horse, after all.”

I, uh, would tell you why I took this awful photo, but I truly have no idea.

Oh. Apparently bad birthday photos.

“Hooray, I’ve become an Adult and changed in no way whatsoever!”
“Ooooh, a birthday! How exciting!”

Okay, you two are officially not real cats.

Er, Jessica? Everything okay?

“I mean, my water might’ve just broken in a coffee shop. ALso my cat just died, so you know, kind of down.”
“Lady, lady, what do I do, what do I do?! I don’t even know you!”

Oh dear. Seems the birthday party is not going well.

“Hey, you stole my wings!”

“Hee hee, just kidding. Come on, let’s see a smile!”
“*yaaaaawn*”

“Your efforts at humour are colder than a Pleasantville blizzard.”
“Well fuck you too, mate.”

Oh boy, a redecorated baby’s room! What could that mean?

Er, not EvilGenius teaching Christine how to scoot, no.

“Yes, I had my third child and frankly, I’d rather eat him.”

Er, meet Steven. Hopefully he makes it to adulthood.

“Seriously, we still have to eat rotten food?”
“Ugh, I taste bile!”

Anna honey, say “We’re too rich to have to eat this shit”.
“Wich!”

“Good, let’s advance into telepathy now.”
“Baby bwotha cwying?”
“Very good!”

Er, Natasha?

“Look, just get my father to repair the stupid dishwasher!”

“Sigh, okay, your ass is fine, I’m just really stressed!”

Well apparently she’s none too happy with you either. What a harmonious couple! Kind of like real horses.

Not the Sims if you don’t have a Wild Horse leaving a store after some shopping.

“Dad, since when do you care about kids?”
“I don’t. I just like the excuse to admire the incense!”

“Thanks for taking one for the team and breeding with Drifter, Cameo. Have a whole-ass lettuce head.”

So Budge turned out pretty cute. Face is bizarrely small but that’s how we know it’s my Sim game.

“Hmmm, Grandma better not have invited me for a game of chess. She beats me every time.”

“Ah, Natasha, you came to visit your poor neglected grandmother. Well, come on in.”

“Er, Grandma, this isn’t what I had in mind when I came to visit.”
“Hush, I just want to return you to your origin.”

“Screw you, Emilia!”
“Augh, Mom, now you just took out my liver!”

“You suck, Emilia! But you’re hella hot, Natasha.”
“Same to you, angry dude!”

How all three of them got a positive relation out of that, I do not know.

“Hey, Dad, have you seen Natasha? I found Christine wandering around in the yard…”
“Something about visiting my mom.”
“And you didn’t join?”
“Not without an ipecac I won’t.”

What the hell, is that incense in the entire damn house?

“Isn’t it great, Anna? Now let’s see, where to keep you out of trouble…”

“Ah yes, by the pool with no protection, perfect!”

“Ugh, and now it’s raining? This will ruin my soufflé!”

“Ugh, this shower. The tiles do not match those on the wall.”

And while the humans are miserable, Thunder is having a grand old time with a ball.

“By sending this ball to just the right height, I can knock down the remains of the tree portal, and save this universe.”

Well at least Anna didn’t end up head-first in the pool. Safe and sound learning how to make music.

“Yeah, fine, I’d say you win the Power Suit contest.”

“This house isn’t cramped enough, Budge. How about we add even more?”

“So, kid, I didn’t know the art museum accepted your art too.”

“Grr, barely an hour on the town and I’m forced to poke around in here?! Budge, get me a screwdriver.”

“Hmph. Well if she thinks I’ll eat rotten food after doing slave labour…”

Well at least someone teaches the kids their skills rather than just leave them near pools.

Er, Drifter?

“Thunder threw the ball at me!”

Apparently this is the walking room.

“Come on, Christine, show up your sister!”

OMG CAMEO I LOVE YOU

Look at him! This little guy is Boogie.

“It’s time for me to join my mate.”

“Thunder, I can’t mourn with you in the way!”
“Another lost to the destruction. I cannot save them.“

Er, it appears it was all part of Bruce’s plan anyway.

“Look, horse, you weird me out, no touching!”
“They do not understand. Everything I do to save them from oblivion.”

“All right, Anna! Ready to go on a galloping galvanizing adventure?!”

Er, we might have a demon child here.

Christine is a Good, Clumsy Slob despite that evil face.

While Anna is an Insane Slob with No Sense of Humour.

I know, my SIms are charmers.

And Steven here is Excitable and LOves the Outdoors. Also apparently Tonya’s hair is recessive?

But no one was around to witness it, because there was a horse convention going on.

That and Jessica was trying to get out of having more kids.

Not going to work, Jessica!

Let’s end with more sprucing up of the kids, shall we? Here’s Christine, still sporting a not-very-Good glare.

And here’s Anna, with her prim dress and wild hair.

And I forget to end this post originally, oops. Well see you next time for more kids and pet madness.