The last time we were here? Death. Multiple deaths of one individual, actually. One of our founding pair, Raj, died of embarrassment and then of old age. And we had our first 3rd-generation born, Adele.

“Well, I guess at least I have you…”

Can’t say I blame Isaiah for not being too impressed with trading his loving father for a needy old-man-faced baby.

Not that his father stayed in the grave long. No joke, this photo was taken just a few hours later, so quite possibly only a night later.

“Look, it’s stuffy in my urn compared to a nice kid’s bed!”

“So, hi!”
“Since when does anyone willingly talk to my family?”
“I’m Paka’a, I love everyone.”

Seriously though, he’s one of the friendliest, most up-for-anything-Wicked-Whims Sim in my games.

See? Talking about bats of all things and Paka’a is just politely listening.

Aaaaand then it got bizarre. Who are you and why are you making out with Isaiah?!

“Whoa, this got weird, didn’t it?”
“Who cares, I love it.”

I, uh, at least it got us charisma? Don’t know why the dude wants to fight us now though.

“That kiss SUCKED!”

There’s a dirty pun in there somewhere.

Casey inspires so much love from the community.

“You… You evil lady. The things I could do with you.”
“Look, my husband is dead, fuck off.”

That is an interesting way to breastfeed, Carlee. Is the kid supposed to suck the milk from your soaked shirt?

I really love how the footprints imply that she spun in circles and then collapsed. Get in the house, you weirdo.

What’s with all of the Sulani vistors today?

“Why do I have the girly pink umbrella?!”

Because Lia deserves the pride umbrella, now get into the house.

“Um, should we be worried that the bassinet is shaking?”
“Who cares, I’m exhausted.”

Yes, infants. Another thing that the apocalypse was not written for, and I find them incredibly difficult. My Sims love to pick them up, stand there, then plop them back down on the ground. Seems slightly better now that I have Growing Together but yeah. Here’s little Adele, an infant being subsumed by the magic smoke of growth.

Casey is equally not thrilled.

“Great, like the toddlers aren’t annoying enough.”

“Ba?”

Poor Adele, so sure she found a loving carer.

“Ba ba baaaaaaaaaa?” (Translation: Attention pweeeeease?)

“You know, I’d love to, but I have a major workout to do and…”

Adele is already adding her to the enemy list.

Thankfully, since this was pre Growing Together, we didn’t have to meet 5000 milestones before feeding the poor kid. Granted Adele looks entirely unsure about how great that is.

But babies need feeding, so open up!

And now a nice peaceful nap. How cute, except I forgot this interaction takes ten thousand years.

Damn that kid has a hell of a chin already.

Bro don’t we have a couch? How is that comfortable? And get your sandals off of the pillow.

Isaiah discovers the joys of parenting. Crying, spitting up kids. There’s a reason I’m not a parent!

It would help if Casey didn’t haul ass the moment she could to go fishing.

Then she practices her magic trick of floating badly-rendered bass.

While Adele sleeps on the dirty floor. I know it’s probably realistic, but it drives me nuts how often they need to sleep and how much their needs just PLUMMET.

Er, Casey? What did you do with the kid?

Oh no! She baked her into a cake! The Sim-anity!

What’s even going on here?

“Ugh, the nerve of my wife to sleep!”
“Zzzz… This sucks… Thought I’d get a mansion…”
“Ba-Bad. Bad.”
“Look, kid, we’ll get revenge later.”

Casey, having dealt with three kids, does not care about mess.

“Weeeee! Ba!”
“Yes, let it fly! See if you can hit Raven next!”

So the cake is for the twins, who turn six-years-old apparently. Awfully tall for six-year-olds.

They don’t change much, of course, but as you can see, Raven could’ve had way worse traits than what she got. And she got the Responsible trait, which I have discovered is a massive, borderline cheating boon in an apocalypse.

I have my Sims put candles back on cakes as soon as possible to reuse them on birthdays. I kind of suck.

Anyway, here they are. Raven looks like she’s holding some weird flag instead of a spinner.

And then we clocked Carlee’s brother with the door.

“Um, could you get this out of my torso?”
“Nope! See ya!”

“Thanks a lot, that really hurt my neck!”

Meanwhile, above the chaos, sleepy baby.

And trust me, I’m not joking about chaos.

“What?! Who are you?! Why are you looking at me?!”

“These people suck!”

“I try to come here to see family, but nooooo!”

“AUGH THE DEMONS ARE TAKING ME!”

“SO ANYWAY ALL I GET IS A DOOR IN MY TORSO, NO SISTER, NO NIECE…”

“IT’S JUST ALL SO POINTLESS! I COULD PUNCH WILL WRIGHT RIGHT NOW!”

“Anyway that’s all. Good seeing you.”

Bro’s a liar. He just wants to raid the fridge.

“I do not!”

Also magical floating baby there.

So I figured I’d do the share infant or whatever interaction. Adele is not sure about it.

About mom, sure, but crazy uncle? Wisely concerned.

Especially since he had another outburst.

“You all want to take her from me don’t you? DON’T YOU?!”
“Please give me the baby back, bro.”

“FINE BUT THIS ISN’T THE END!”

“Yeah yeah, nice to meet you, I’m covered in acne and depressed.”

Stupid High School Years glitch. I got a mod that I think fixed it but expect to see a lot of acne.

Isaiah’s painting means we have a LOT of art, subpar or otherwise, coating the walls. The dirty diaper adds a nice touch too, as does the angry ex.

“Your son was supposed to marry me and take over the world! Don’t you remember?!”

Ignore the constant animation error messages. Get those constantly with infants.

“AUGH WHY ARE YOU FEELING MY WOMB?!”

Raj, just because you’re dead doesn’t mean you can ignore personal space.

In between the absolute chaos, Casey is working hard, getting up to level 9 of her career. One more and we unlock Boss.

“Ah, my sweet wife. Still working so hard.”
“It’s been like three days, Raj.”

Oh hey, we have a crib. Adele looks honestly surprised to see her father, too.

Having computer interactions for mischief helps, but it can’t replace the daily task of being an asshole. So we go out everything slowly… Slooooowly.

The apocalypse is no excuse not to support your local zombie team.

Raven doesn’t have to worry about embarrassing outfits, but she does need Logic.

“How does this give me logic?”

I mean it’s giving Adele logic as she tries to figure out who the hell you are.

Could everyone leave Casey alone when she’s skill-building. Also why is that mouse square.

“Um, please, Paka’a, you smell like old shoes and I’m trying to be mean on the internet.”
“Well that shouldn’t require any effort on your part.”
“You’d think, but I really have to fo– HEY.”

“What happened?!”
“Look, never challenge a mermaid to a wrestling match.”

But finally… Mastery!

Never mind her stats. This is the apocalypse, not a resort.

“Really? All that work and you make me cook?!”

You’re least likely to burn everything done, weirdly enough.

Carlee’s work outfits are interesting. I’m not aware of any journalist who dresses like a mixture between a newsie and a punk rocker.

Please don’t set that off on the baby’s head.

“Watch me!”

And here’s Adele, looking startled by her mother’s outfit. This hairstyle is what started to clue me in that Adam might not be an Adam. It’s a male hairstyle, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes you have an inkling, you know?

“What a little shit, crying over a little party popper!”

Meanwhile please observe how Casey’s stupid daily task became annoying. We’re not supposed to upgrade objects but needs must.

“URGH I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS ACNE!!!”

The potty is not in the wall, Carlee.

What are you up to?

“Maybe they won’t notice if I just never come back…”

Um, I don’t know why it looks like she’s making out with the kid and thus producing bubbles. Photography fail, me.

“Dad! So, um, got any tips about the afterlife?”

“You can float your own urn? COOL!”

“So you can float your own urn!”
“Honey, I hope that’s not a euphemism.”

Put that drink down.

“Make me.”

Freakin’ Sims.

“So kid, life sucks, get used to it.”

Such a caring family.

“Sigh… If onwy I couwd pway viowin.”

I mean, you can already wedge plates to your bed. That’s a good start!

Yet another shot of Casey depressed with food. It’s that kind of family.

Thank god toddlers can feed themselves, though.

“Hey! Hey, punk, you! I wanna interview you! I need charisma!”
“Um, please respect the restraining order.”

Freakin’ gnomes. I probably shouldn’t have had my Sims interact with them without unlocking the art restrictions, but don’t worry, the game punished me for my transgressions. On the plus side, more Handiness skill?

“Mom! Were you rolling in a dumpster?”

Calientes don’t age wonderfully. Especially when they roll in dung.

“Oh ha ha, you’ve always been such a character. Imagine bathing! I know you guys don’t do that…”

Not wanting Carlee to be outdone in the weird work outfits, Katarina decided to step it up a notch.

This picture is hard to caption because of how nonsensical it is. Casey has her hands on her hips like she’s mad, but she’s clearly laughing. Meanwhile Raj IS mad, and appears to be trying to kick the chessboard but can’t because he’s missing feet. This family keeps being weird even in death.

“So I’m totally close to getting that final promotion…”

Nah, you’re got two more to go. And I’m sure it will be painful.

Not as painful as this though.

“AUGH MY HIPS!”

Notice Carlee’s big ol’ pregnant belly. Hey, Izaiah needs to have romance interactions and we need to unlock restrictions!

“I can’t believe I’m old! This SUCKS!”

So I have a mod that is supposed to allow elders with high fitness to workout without getting that stupid overexertion moodlet, but I’m not 100% sure it works.

Now is a good time to warn you there’s a virtual boob coming up.

“AUGH SHE’S IN LABOUR AGAIN, WHAT DO I DO?!”
“Didn’t you read the pregnancy book?”
“SIMS 4 DOESN’T HAVE THOSE!”

And they panic even with them.

TWO virtual boobs ! And another old man baby. This is either Heidi or Brad; think it’s Heidi.

And then Izaiah decided to ruin everything by getting post partum. Great, dude, that’ll help your promotions.

Meanwhile Casey is sad that she didn’t have a party when she grew old. You two play chess and be sad together.

“Woe.”
“WOE.”

Er, I said sad, not evil.

“Huh? I don’t see any dangling baby.”

“Really, Mom? Really?”
“What? I didn’t do anything.”

Who needs a shirt at work, anyway?

And then she came home early for no damn reason. I had no control over it — don’t even remember the circumstances, just that I let her keep her career because it wasn’t my fault and also I’m a cheater.

“Miss, I know some great cleansing creams.”
“Oh leave me alone!”

“And hark, over yonder! It’s Father Winter!”

Nah, it’s just Heidi growing up. Though she looks punch drunk.

“Ba-*hic!*-ba.”

I think I know what food Heidi wants, and it isn’t solids.

You’d think the base writer career would have chill dress requirements compared to being out in the public, but apparently not!

Oh great, we got the creepy dude who kissed Izaiah to watch the baby. Or his own hands, apparently.

Not to worry, we also have angry ghost Raj to help!

No wonder the poor kid feels like an outcast.

So Casey came home and was dramatic.

“This big! I swear!”
“Whoa! That baton would have hurt!”

Whatever works, I guess. No fruity drink for you, though, you know better.

Nothing like some ghosting it up. Though Casey looks like she’s trying to do the crab monster, not pull back the sheets.

As Katarina rescues Carlee from a crisis.

“Come on, honey, I know it’s been rough but let’s go home.”
“SOMEONE SAVE ME!”

Meanwhile, the kid gets into a fight with the baseboard. Those baseboards are vicious!

Here we see an idiot Sim in his natural environment. He picks, understanding somewhere in his programmed brain that care must be given.

But something short-circuits, and instead the Idiot Sim plops the poor confused infant on the floor, leaving her to fend for herself.

For you see, Idiot Sim is Very Sad(TM), and had to take the time to sob under the covers like a five-year-old.

How I wish I was making this up.

Thankfully, with much swearing and repeated button clicking, Idiot Sim realized what he was supposed to do and gave the infant a nap. She made her opinion of his antics clear.

Speaking of antics.

“Um, why are you giving this to me? Pretty sure I barely know you.”
“Meh, I’m desperate for any friend at this point.”

Well whatever, let’s get Adele grown up with a cake that seems a bit much for a toddler. Also I love how apparently EVERYONE grows up to six-years-old when you give them a birthday cake.

Carlee and Raven, unfortunately, blended into one during the party and had to be sawed in half. If only Carlee would unlock Journalism.

Apparently you can only grow up if you do a lap around the table. Several times.

Freakin’ Sims.

She took so long that Carlee was able to be chainsawed but here she is, with the highest cheekbones ever. You can see where she gets it from, though.

Another bane of my existence, especially since I can’t buy what I need to resolve it: Monsters under the Bed. Fuck off, kraken!

“Oh no, fuck you AND your Sims!”

Still another bane of my existence, and Heidi’s too: my Sims being clueless with infants. Feed her before the social worker comes, FFS.

What is with this family and sneaking around?

“Oops. Hope she didn’t see me sneak a glass of juice.”

“Um, I absolutely do NOT want to make this food. So badly I’m going to warp my torso so it goes into another dimension.”

“Hehehe, she THINKS I’m working on writing…”

I don’t really care what you’re working on, Raven. I need Journalism unlocked for Katarina’s state.

“STUPID HANDSOAP SINK!”

“And this chair SUCKS!”

Would you STOP judging the furniture?!

Adele escapes from the family in her awesome pink pants and red boots to go fishing. Fair enough, kid.

“Ugh, what a loser.”

Oh good, bitter ex is back.

Er, why is bitter ex flirting with Casey?

“You’re as mean as I am, and I love a good silver fox.”

“No no, that’s not mean enough. You need to include the most base insults you can.”

Casey, get off of your phone.

“Comedy fucking sucks!”
“Well, duh, old maid, but you really need to work on your delivery.”

And then the whole family whined to Father Winter.

“We have no fun!”
“I’m not allowed to use the computer!”
“Good lord, I knew I should have skipped this house.”

Well he smells, is going to pass out, and can’t get personal space from bitter ex, but at least we’re one promotion away now!

“Poor little girl, born into this madness. You have your mama’s eyes. I just hope you don’t have her brains.”

“Erp, did I just shart?”

Fun fact, I was once trying to say a similar word at work, but my brain and speech went all wrong and I said “If they have sharts”. Honestly surprised I’ve lived that one down so far.

Anyway, you don’t have a shart, Izaiah, you’re just growing into an Adult.

But look what finally fucking happened!

Yes, Casey reached the top of Boss! We now no longer need to reduce our money to zero after paying bills, and can spend money while any bills are outstanding. It’s not much, but considering the pain I was having getting my game to LET me reduce money to zero, it was worth it.

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And I’m going to end there as this is long and arduous enough. Next: more babies? More careers lifted? More bitter ex? Tune in next time.

Tschuess.