Hello everyone, and welcome back to my TS3 Legacy! Excitedly, with this post (or possibly the next), we will have completely caught up to the game save, and assuming my game stops crashing, I’ll be able to provide live updates instead of guessing what happened in old photos! It’s exciting to me, at least.

Last time, three of our five required kids had survived infancy, a new foal was born, and by some miracle we managed not to kill any guests! Is this family becoming more pacifist?

“Yeah, I don’t know if she’s ever going to let me marry you… It might be hopeless.”

Never say never, but trust me, right now the household is far too full.

“Hmph. Like I trust her. I’m going to bail on out of here!”

Err, Ann, why are you admiring the plant?

“Well it fits the decor in here. That and there’s a clown at the door.”

Oh.

 “Grrr, Tragic Clown wannabee! You killed my cat, didn’t you?!”

“Look buddy, I don’t know who you think you are, but I’m going to need payment. $500 at least.”
“I’m Evil, buddy, think again.”
“Fine. $499.”

“Er, honey, why are the cops here?”
“Oh, they’re investigating something about illicit gnome dealings in the park. I know nothing, of course.”

“Honey, why are you in the baby’s bedroom? He needs his sleep.”
“Mom, why aren’t you wearing any pants?!”

“AAAAAUGH THAT HUUUUUURT!”

Meet Bella and Jake.

Look at how precious they are! I think this one is Jake.

And this scamp who already lost an eye is Bella.

Please don’t tell me that’s the kitten’s eye.

“Well it certainly tastes like it.”

Well, she got it back.

Why yes, my legacy could just end up being all cat photos. I mean, look at them!

“Darn kids, forcing me to put on my yee-haw clothes.”

What did you guys do to that dresser?

“Don’t look at us, you’re the one who CAS’d it.”

“Um, hi, little puppy, maybe next time don’t try to bite off my fingers.”

Ugh, Generations. That is not your bed, kid, and it’s not even late enough for a bedtime story!

“Heh heh. The adults are at my command!”

Well, they would be, but we are in a constant state of scolding the aggressive cat.

“No biting off my toes! Now put it right back!”

And the horses, apparently. Get outta there, Drifter!

“So I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but your daughter is hella weird…”

Of bigger concern is where Anna is leading Steven in the background.

You too, Thunder?

“I must warn them, but I cannot. The deck has fooled me.”
“Um, miss, your horse is in the way of me delivering this paper.”

Yeah, well, we need five kids, so let’s see if we can get the last two in one shot.

“And therefore I propose that the legacy rules allow the changing of the marital status mid-generation so the help is free to live her life.”

We’re so rich that we were able to buy this fancy-ass sports car and still be rolling.

I love how those lights are obviously painted on.

Jessica, that’s for Steven, we have unblended– oh never mind.

Carnivorous horses: the new horror movie.

I wrote “cannibalistic” at first, which is a good example of why you shouldn’t write posts at 9AM on a mental health day.

Yes, you get another photo of her eating baby food. Is it the same baby food and my game crashed? No idea.

Either way, she evidently stole it from her own child.

“Sigh, I’m exhausted and here I am having to feed my nephew!”

“Waaaah the dizzying patterns in this room hurt!”

Oh shut up. It’s not even your room!

Uh oh.

“Grim. Grim I have tried to save them, but my efforts were for naught.  Heat death is upon us.”

“Thunder, buddy, it was just a glitch and a bad dream. The only things bothering this family are error code 12 and random crashes. It’ll be okay.”

“And you only tell me this now? Screw you!”
“Ack, no, don’t kick me off, aaaaugh!”

“Nooooo, the horse died in the living room!”

Anna, honey, go to bed.

“Concealing the bones in the laundry! No one will ever know!”

Up until it begins clanging around in the washer and dryer, dude.

Meanwhile, outside–

“Oh my god, are you my long-lost sister?! And you’re a paparazzi too?!”
“Yes, and this is my turf, so beat it.”

“Great human, the horse is dead!”

Like you care, Budge, you attack everyone.

Hold up, Vivek, are you making real food instead of waking everyone up with the ice cream machine?! We may train you yet!

Pretty sure you don’t make a pie by blending the crust and filling in a processor, though. Or maybe I’ve been doing it wrong this whole time.

“Hello? You really need my help in an assault on Strangetown? Well I’d love to help but someone won’t let me fufill my lifetime want!”

Oh shut up, Trent, next in your job rotation is collecting and you can join military again while you do that.

Budge.

“You dare to attack me?! You will rue this day!”

Don’t we have copious amounts of cake in the fridge, kid?

“Maybe, but it’s not charcoal-rific like these are!”

True.

Trent’s magician career isn’t going well, by the way. They simply don’t start off with a lot of tricks, and Trent being Trent isn’t the best at this stuff.

“You aren’t a cyborg. You just stuffed belts into your skull.”
“How dare you!”

I never pay attention to the ice cream truck, but I figured meh, why not, Natasha deserves a treat.

“Er, is there even anyone in there? Why are the windows tinted?”

“Well I thought I heard a child crying in there but at least I got a pop!”

Why yes that is a child-kidnapping van joke. I’m classy like that.

5000 interactions later…

“Um, my butt is whistling, so if you don’t mind I think someone more interesting is calling me…”

Well at least the horses make for an endearing family photo.

Because the Sims sure don’t.

“Bastards! Bastards, all of them! And you too, Ford Fusion!”

“Oh my, the floor hygienator got me pregnant!”

The floor hygienator also attached EvilGenius and made her old. What a jerk!

“Hee hee, oh Anna, your musical stink bombs are perfect!”

Okay so no joke the grandkids are friends with Bruce and like to hang out with him. I’m not sure he’s even friends with his own kids.

Don’t we have rotten leftovers?

“Don’t care, making mystery food. Do you think the mussel was supposed to go in with the shell?”

Who the hell keeps calling all of my Sims?

“Look, I’m watering the plants, would you hurry up?!”

“Oh no, it’s true! The evil gnome did kill him! What should we do, Magical Gnome Brigade?”
“I say we go boxing!”
“Shut up, mechanical gnome, you’re no help.”

“Look, daddy, we need to talk. This family, yeah, we’re not feeling the love.”

Bruce!

“What? I need breakfast!”

That’s not what I… Oh never mind.

Christine’s face says it all. I feel ya, kid.

“Honestly, maybe we should just go live with great-grandma.”

“Look, I know it seems criminal but technically he is in his own home…”
“Ugh, I wish I had died instead of the horse.”

“Oh, hi. Bit late for you to still be out, eh?”
“Yeah, but graves are like Pokeballs. No room for the ectoplasm to stretch out.”

Poor Natasha. I really ought to get a mod so she can just adopt the kids, or use MasterController to do it.

“Can you say, ‘fresh clean smile’?”
“Cwean!”

Not that my Sims have it, since they never brush their teeth.

Ew.

“Jooooin me, Boogie. Join the land of the deeeeead–“

Okay, can someone feed the colt before social services arrives.

Well at least he put on some pants.

“Well I need to have my top underpants on for stargazing! Want to give the aliens some challenge!”

Man my jokes are weird this morning.

Ugh, another pet isn’t dying, is it?

“Nope. We’re all just standing around clogging the hallway. Aren’t you ever going to clean the floor?”

Trust me, I’ve tried. Sims always say they can’t get to it. Why do you think the flower arrangement vanished?

Okay have you been here for hours?

“Can you say ‘starving for nutrients’?”
“Nutwients!”

Trent’s magician career is getting somewhere, in that he found a wand, and apparently stole the clown’s getup.

“Oh Evil honey, don’t you love yetis?!”
“No. They don’t live in swamps.”

Drifter.

“Look, this is an old save, it’s not my fault!”

“Ugh, Cameo, how are you this smelly in the rain?! What were you doing?!”

She’s a horse. You’re better off not knowing.

Aaaand again with the aggressive cat.

“Would you cut it out?! I’m the Evil one around here!”

Uh oh.

“So surely you can at least give my grandpa a talking to, right?”
“Kid, I’ve heard about your grandpa, and the station has decided he’s not worth the bomb threats.”

“Um, hi. Do you need some hair? I can give you some of mine.”

“Ugh, the jerk! Now he’s hogging the puppy!”

Okay I definitely edited this house at one point judging by the Christmas-cowhide bed.

Teach the kid to talk, feed him, then leave him to play in dirty puddles. Sounds about right.

“Carrots?! Sure, I’ll let you clean my hooves for carrots!”

Okay, I don’t know if she is intentionally sleeping on this, but it’s the most cat thing I’ve seen yet besides sleeping on newspapers. Absolutely anything is a cat bed.

Does anyone else get annoyed when their Sims get out of bed just to collapse on the floor? You were already asleep! Why did you get up just to pass out?!

Ah, the dog is imparting its secrets!

“So in order to grow a lustrous coat like mine, mix teatree oil with a bit of shea…”

“AUGH A FIRECRACKER JUST EXPLODED IN ME!”

Well at least you can feed yourself now.

80-years-old and still the one who races the horses.

Grrrr that is not your bed! Also what in the world is that book? “How to Fence with Ghosts”?

Um, sir?

“I’ve almost got this lock picked!”

You’re picking the siding, sir.

“Oh.”

“And she wonders why I get up only to pass out. Why am I always the one taking care of everything?”

“I have to make breakfast…”

“… Transform breakfast into a birthday cake.”

No joke, that happened. Confused the shit out of me to see cinnamon rolls turn into a cake!

“Look, Christine, I’m your twin and all, but rotten muffins? They don’t taste that good.”

And Trent continues his efforts in magic… At the pool.

Shockingly, we still haven’t killed anyone! Though I think Bruce just impaled his hand on the fish.

“AUGH MINOR DETAIL THE BLOOD ADDS FLAVOUR!”

Um, Trent?

“Yeah, Peanut, you like what you see?”

Maybe, but my son Cornell clearly doesn’t.

“Despicable!”

“Boy, I sure loved seeing that naked hunk!”
“How shocking, to see that naked hunk!”

Why is there a lion swimming in the pool?

“Oh jeez, my water just broke straight into the sink!”

That takes some skill, I will admit.

“Ugh, bye, mom, I Guess! Have fun abandoning us in favour of another baby!”

And it was only one, unfortunately. Meet Victoria. Now I’m going to have to get you pregnant yet again, Jessica.

“All part of my plan to get more WooHoo.”

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And that feels like a good place to end. Hopefully the next chapter will come out soon and not be confusing! Unfortunately my save has been fickle, crashing and Error code 12 as I noted before. Victoria has grown up at least twice now judging by the photos, and while the latest one stuck, I don’t know if Jessica’s final pregnancy did. Ugh. Well, that’s for me to struggle with, and not you, so until next time, stay safe. Tschuess.