Hello! Yes, more of my BACC. Month twelve was taking way too long, but this is the last chapter needed for it. I made bad decisions letting my Sims have so many kids, I guess. Last time we spent a long time with the Cables before watching Andy croak and Rosemary move in her barista girlfriend. And of course spent time with the demon of the neighbourhood. So who next? What drama will we fall into next?

The Centowskis. Yes, again. No clue why! Can’t even rotate play right I guess.

“Oh your green face makes me so hot…”

Not as hot as the stunning lamp from PineappleForest over at MTS, though.

Uh-oh.

“Oh hi, honey, say what are you–“

“WAAAUGH SWEET THANKS!”

Knowledge Sims and their love of the supernatural.

But instead of annoying everyone with her new-found powers, she hangs out with her daughter. At least the kid appreciated it.

THen it’s off to studying while we deal with the horrifying dog bed. Presumably puppies are scattered on the lawn because I had to kick them out.

Okay but why does it look like he’s wearing tights in this picture.

“Um, honey, was I that boring? Honey?!”

“So, um, Elizabeth, I really really want to kiss someone, anyone–“
“Say what?!”

Could we please not starve the resurrected dog. I imagine Grim wouldn’t appreciate us wasting his work like that.

Ah, it’s because we’re feeding the other, weirder dog!

“Honey, a salad wouldn’t kill you.”

“Oh, but it would! OOooh, my head, veggies!”

Look, Jeremy, I actually LIKE you, unlike your brother, so let’s put some of those Aspiration points to good use.

“Sweet, more boinking!”

So anyway the puppies grew up, though it looks like Rover melted. I also just realized looking at my previous photos that last we looked at everyone, we had just seen the poodle grow up? I’m not missing any photos — either I lost some or just straight up gave up for a while. At any rate, Rover and Quill had three puppies. This one is Benny.

This one is either Billy or Bailey. They look like clones in the little icons in TS2.

And now for a nice round of “Sing the Song of your People”.

And a round of “Oh god not another one”.

Billy or Bailey, again. Though that is a look that stares to your soul, isn’t it.

“All right, mister, come along quietly with me. You’re under arrest for Magical Crimes Against Simanity.”
“-sobs- Noooooo!”

“I swear, Bill and Bailey, I won’t let you guys take the fall! I’ll get you back! THIS I SWEAR!!”

“So anyway, Quill, rolling over is a key strategy to get them back.”
“Rrrr?”

“Oh boy, a doggie! Sure, I’ll play fetch!”
“Now if I can lead her into a cop car with this…”

“Ugh, gross! She brought back the cop’s SOCKS!”

“Hi Samuel, I escaped from my mental institution and burnt down the remains so I could tell you about my amazing totally legal meth lab!”
“Lady, I just want to pass high school…”

“Uh, sure, Dad, I’ll go to the police station.”
“Good, bring these socks.”
“What?”
“What?”

“It’s a heist, son, a heist! They stole our dogs to sell on the black market!”
“Dad, we gave them away to be adopted.”
“LIES!”

Meanwhile, at the Castle of FUN!

“Oh, Jeremy, I knew I was the one you really loved!”
“Psh, you and fifteen others.”
“Shut up, Plasmosis!”

“Hell yeah! Get that booty!”

“Wait, that’s it? What a rip-off!”
“Lady, my arm is stuck, maybe a bit of help?”

“I must say, that sounded like top-tier WooHoo in there!”

Lady, go away.

“Wow, rockstars! You better have cleaned up.”

You know they didn’t, Plasmosis.

“Booo, random gang lady sucks!”

Okay, Endo, thanks for the heads up.

“Mister, please! I won’t skip the ticket stand next time, don’t throw that ax!”

“We’ve seen enough on this planet. Time for blast-off.”

Enjoy that horrible pun.

“So anyway, next time we should go to a nude beach. Toss a few balls.”

“Oooh, sexy Jeremy!”
“Hey! Blockhead! I saw him first!”

“Ugh, and you’re joining us?!”

“So, um, anyone hear about that weird sock heist…”

“They didn’t even notice me transform into a different person, folks!”

“Andrew, please don’t pull tokens from your pants again.”

“Andrew!!”

“I keep all of my valuables in my pants.”
“So do I, dude, don’t see me bragging about it.”

“So, uh, violins. Sure do exist, huh?”

“Oh hey! Look at those two lock lips!”

Guess they got tired of the card game.

But all dates must come to an end, and apparently that end is watching Ivy stare at her own crotch.

“Another one?!”

Hey, she’s only the second! Meet Gloria.

See, what a softie. That or she had to go pass out.

Meanwhile, we sent Samuel to get groceries.

“What hideous monster has spawned on my porch!?”

Actually it’s a recoloured fairy statue from Michelle at MTS, but the small photo and dark lighting makes it look like some sort of spiky demon thing.

I think that’s a sparkly lunch meat sandwich, which seems like it’d still be the bottom of the barrel of food.

Oh look who shows up once in a while.

“No fair! I’ve been doing things! See, I’m feeding the baby!”

“I even washed the dog!”

And he didn’t even get a hit for changing a diaper, Ivy.

See? Aspiration intact.

“I can’t believe she portrays me as such a loser. Look, I even have the Good Warlock clothes!”

“What a sunny, perfect day for a birthday party!”
“I’ve heard about you, dude. Keep away from me.”

What were you saying about being a good warlock, mister?

“Dude, you just shoved your arm through my liver.”
“Whatever, creep, you deserve it.”

Sandi, honey, the party is the other way.

All right, Alison, fess up. What did you do to make them all look at you.

“Me?! I’m innocent!”

Way to stick around for the kid to grow, guys.

“Ooooh, he is one fine man.”

He’s not interested in you, lady.

“Arrrrgh, Lilac, you’re a werewolf! Can’t you shut up that dog?!”

“Good luck, kid, I’m outta here.”

Gloria is a 10/1/9/10/1. A serial killer.

Oh good, I’m glad everyone at the party is getting along.

“Loser!”

Kid, I can see that grin.

“What, no, I’m totally bored, totally.”

And like any serial killer, Gloria starts early by snapping teddy spines.

“And thank you, Wright, for giving us the blessings of cooking food…”

+5000 clearing the elderly bladder

Uh-oh.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?! Rover, these Sims…”

“Um, hello, how can I grieve my dog?!”

“Not my dog!”

Way to care back there, Ivy.

“Yeah this is boring, Abraham, wanna go out?”

“I’m going to play some darts if you all don’t mind.”
“I’m going to magic the dog back!”

And thus befell Rover a second time. The family grieved through skill points, clearly.

I grieved by getting them another dog.

Great, thanks, Abbey, bury the robot. We kind of need that!

“So you have to add the right amount of pepper to make the sauce and…”

“See, still feeding the child!”

Too late to make me like you, dude.

“Well, you aren’t Rover, but I guess you’ll do if you’d stop destroying the furniture.”

And to the shock of no one, teaching the kid about… Him.

“Oh, the exploits that I’ve enjoyed!”

“Can I stop working out yet?!”

Eh, maybe.

But you have to work on other skills instead.

“That’s cool. I’m a knowledge sim.”

I mean, annoying as he is, Abraham is kind of the only reasons these kids have Toddler skills.

Seriously, he whipped through all of them in no time.

“Hurray, I now know what to do in the case of illness!”

Unlike 99.9% of Sims!

“Oh, right, my daughter. Um…. Floria?”

And now onto Amanda, who technically is still Month XII but meh, don’t care. Her dog is begging for attention from someone, anyone. Even Euro.

Who apparently stuck around all night but uh, what is the dog holding? Or is she frothing at the mouth?

“GRRR LANDLORD DIE NOW.”
“Great, not another one.”

Oh. It was a stick.

“So ghosts totally attend award ceremonies at the town hall, right? Right?”

And that’s when we tried to kill the neighbours. Though he looks pretty chill about it.

“Mmmm, lovely scent of burnt carpet!”

“Well, my work here is done, gotta go.”

Could you, um, douse the fire?

“Nah.”

Hey, owl cat, get the fire department, would you?

“No, Beth, no, the cat, the cat! Can’t you see it spewing fire?!”

“Wait, get back here! Both of you! Don’t leave me to deal with this!”

“Saaaaaay, you’re as fine as a lobster thermidor!”

And finer than what he’ll be eating, apparently.

Ah, good, we glitched the bed. Like it isn’t weird enough around here.

Well we can’t meet with Amin ALL the time.

So we drive out to… Somewhere in our fabulous truck.

Mostly just to make out next to it and be judged by the old people, though.

“Lady, do you mind?”

Um, Euro, you and your cat could go home, you know. Anytime.

“Hey, lady! Do that in the bushes if you gotta!”

Seriously, though. You have kids at home.

“Exactly why I’m sleeping here! Uninterrupted floor rest!”

“Ugh, my neck is killing me, and I didn’t even sleep on the floor!”

“So um, hi, Warren, you like babies right?”

“What?! No, like, infant babies! Not gown babies!”

You could try cleaning up, you know.

“Lady, please help, my Sim won’t let us go home and I’m dying!”
“Hey, could you light the grill for me?”

Ignore that plumbbob, clearly she’s enjoying this.

Ah, she swallowed a giant magnet that is now trying to get out.

Pets in these apartments are so annoying. They can’t go down the stairs most of the time, so I end up using cheats a lot, or in this case, buying a cheap tub to bathe the dog since she won’t go to the other one.

“Oh my gosh, she’s pregnant, I can’t believe it, um, how do I respond, um.”

“Well I guess you won’t fit into your prom dress anytime soon, huh?”

“Definitely not fitting into any school clothes!”

“Yeah, yeah, my egg got fertilized. Shut it, Jessica.”

“AUGH THIS SUUUUUCKS.”

Meet a stone-looking Elizabeth. Her father is the chef and not Amin.

And for a Pleasure Sim, Amanda is pretty chill with having a kid.

Which is good since the dog apparently died.

“Um, look, Sanjay, I know you desperately want to shove around someone, but I’m post-partum and…”

Not too many photos from the kid’s infancy, but again Amanda is pretty chill with the whole routine. Most Pleasure Sims aren’t interested in diapers.

Of course, being able to party about births is a plus.

Oh, look, we let Sanjay leave the house.

“Heeeey, Sanjay!”

Amin, can you never be normal.

When even other Sims think you have gone too far.

Augh, Amanda, no, don’t launch her into the ceiling!

Elizabeth is a 2/8/4/6/7. I’ve seen worse personalities.

I, wait.

“I get a WiFi signal from my dentures!”

“Look, lady, I don’t want a clown!”
“Fine! Let me starve in the streets!”
“You live next door! Just go home!”

“Come ooooooon, you’re not a creep, right? So you’re a step-up?”

“I can’t believe you would do this to me! This calls for a weird dance-off!”

“What? What did I do wrong?”
“Everything. I have been creeped out since you walked over here.”
“I mean, rude.”

Well enough of that Pleasure life, time for the Romance life.

“I’m potty-training a kid!”

At least I gave you a nanny. She’s an incredibly sour-looking nanny but hey.

So naturally, the kid wolfs down on dog food.

“Help the snow is swallowing me!”

Might be the first time I’ve seen that icon. Not my fault you wandered outside, kid.

“Um, hello, I can’t get to the useless brat because of a roughly 1mm slope!”

So she gave up and played with the cat.

Well at least we made a bit of money and got a few groceries.

Isn’t this the life you wanted, Alison? Mac and cheese, a kid playing with blocks…

Dirty bottles on the floor…

“Um, sure, it’s great.”

You. Of course.

Ah, the Romance life.

“Shut up!”

Great, girl, that’ll help us pay for food.

Well at least Ruby survived to childhood.

‘Cause it’s time for another one!

“Are you serious?! My plumbob!”

Oh get over it, I’m letting you make out with everyone.

“And yet I’m YELLOW!”

That’s just the colour of the day, it seems.

“So I was potty trained!”
“Yeah wow incredible.”

Nothing like Red Hands in the middle of the night to keep your Sims sane.

Er, or not.

“So what are dates, mom?”

“Um, well, it’s when you really like a guy’s, um, rocket…”

“Ugh, I don’t like rockets. That sounds gross.”

Worse still is when the rocket leaves a present.

Meet Sapphire.

“Yeah well fuck you teacher! Try learning math at MY house!”

“Look, I’m tired of the teacher interrupting my me time, so get it together.”

“Huh, that looks a bit concerning. Oh well.”

“AAAAAAH what the hell?! Mom, Nanny, someone, anyone, help!!”

“Is that the fire alarm I hear?”

Well if it was, I guess we all didn’t die. Sapphire is a 3/1/8/10/10. At least she’s nice?

“BBBLLL M’ MFFTH MZ SMUCK MO MY MACE!!”

Ruby is not having a great childhood.

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And so we end here. Next time: will the affairs ever end? Will Ruby ever feel happiness? Will I screw up the rotation again? Find out next time. Tschuess.