Hello everyone, and welcome back to my TS3 Legacy. We’re at generation 9, so close to the finish line, yet as I mentioned last time, this save has been hell to play ever since I got my shiny new laptop. Nine generations of family ask for more memory than TS3 knows what to deal with, the junkie. But we press on…

“Ladies, gentlemen, and genderfluid friends, today I bring you a tragedy entitled ‘My Love, My Life, and My Lady is Error Code 12.”

Yeah, so. I had many pictures from their previous house. So many. Two sets of birthdays. Them in a new Sunlit Tides. All kinds of things. But Error code 12 dogged me, and in light of the planned location for my next TS3 legacy, I decided one final move was in order: Midnight Hollow.

This house is actually made by yours truly. If you like what you see, you can get it on ModtheSims.

Now granted, when I moved to Midnight Hollow, I didn’t anticipated the failed centaurs.

I feel like that’s the exactly wrong place to get stuck in a horse.

The move was rough on Jessica, I guess.

Rougher still on the horses. You’d think I’d remember they don’t like hills.

“It’s not that! I want in! I’m a sorority sister!”

“One way or another, I will get myself into this house!”

“Isn’t it so exciting to live in a new house, far away from everyone we ever knew?”

I had to download the family into my Sim Bin to even get them somewhere at all, and even that took effort as the game kept crashing.

Not helped by THIS.

“That girl has a stupid umbrella!”

Thanks for your contribution, creepy llama.

“A portal to another time! Awesome! More time for homework!”

Could someone get the toddler off of the lawn…?

Of course we have a cow plant. Why wouldn’t we?

“Heh, revenge is sweet. Eat him, Bessy, eat him!”

Dan decided to do some work with the sculpting station in the back expansion. Unfortunately my game was glitching up a storm graphic-wise then, and so he actually sculpted black matter.

“AUGH NATALIA HELP I’M FALLING.”
“Whatever, Anna, in the groove here.”

Dark matter monstrosity indoors…

Poo statue outdoors! Thanks game.

Gotta love the horse there wanting to be a perfect garden chef. Just keep trying with that stove, Drifter, you’ll get there!

I put all kinds of things in the back area, and added more for this family for their potions and the like. So naturally we tried to wake up the whole neighbourhood with the gem cutter.

“Oh my gosh, it can even bake gem cookies!”

“Um, hello, I glitched myself into the table!”
“Hello, I can’t exit the dining room due to Trent daring to walk in!”

The house is, uh, not made for this huge a family.

Case in point, three of our people are sleeping outside. It’s fine.

The ghosts are just a minor detail. Back to sleep, Peanut!

Ah, yes, the famous Midnight Hollow Macaw.

Anna gets to sleep in the exercise room, but apparently the sound of weights clattering around is no big deal.

“Um, hello, I wanted to feed the kid first!”

Well Stephen got to it first, Christine, so get back to bed.

Or, don’t.

We got a Fighting Mime.

“Oooh, the mime I can’t see is sexy!”

Thanks for that, Dan.

“Ugh, can’t a family bunk in the yard without a mime coming to ruin it?”

“Um, help, police, there’s a mime in our backyard! Please help!”

Er, Christine, you want to use those faerie powers to beat up the mime?

Nope. It’s the teenager that they let beat him up.

“Mime THIS, freak!”

“Ow, hey! What the hell did I do!”
“You creeped around our yard, you freak! Get out!”

“EvilGenius, go get Budge. He’ll love being PRAISED for attacking for once.”

Oh, good. We got the doofy cop.

“AUGH I’M SEEING THINGS!”

Maybe go home, mate?

But does the cop arrest him?

No. He spends a bit of time in our yard, then drives home in his personal car.

“Man, fuck this shit, it’s too early. I’m going back home.”

“Oooh, that teenager is sexy!”

Thanks for that, creepy babysitter.

Thankfully the babysitter did not abduct anyone, and so we get to the third or fourth bloody time I’ve tried to grow the twins up.

Sadly, that means we don’t have many people showing up. Especially since it looks like a kid got stuck in the tweed-wearing guy.

“So what are the chances they all make it through the door?”
“You know better than to ask that, Anna.”

Rather than let me get some nice timed shots, Christine chose to derp while Anna goes in for the kiss.

“Yaaaaawn, come on sis, hurry up!”
“Heh heh, let’s see the game handle THIS!”

“Oh hi, random teens! I’m the neighbourhood weirdo!”

“Um, Christine, did you just see tha–“
“Hush, I’m making a wish!”

“And yes, I did. We better grow up.”
“Loser! Loser!”

This entire series of shots is looking uncomfortably like a hostage video.

“Hee hee, I’m fine! Just fine! No Imaginary Friend holding a gun off camera or anything!”
“TALK TO THE CAMERA, DO IT!”

Again, Christine, thanks for ruining the sequence.

“Ha, ha, ha! You can’t keep in sequence! Loser! Loser!”

“Hahahaha, what a bunch of dweebs!”

She also apparently developed an insane hair growth disorder, which Trent is enjoying a little too much. Seriously, he spent the whole sequence pointing and laughing.

But EvilGenius is not enjoying it. He misses his old home, his old friends, oh and getting his basic needs met.

“You little ruffian, how dare you want to sleep instead of grow up your daughter!”
“She’s my sister, creep!”

“Daddy, hungwy!”
“Just a few photos longer, sweetie.”

“Pawty! Pawty! Pawty!”

“I’m a clooooooooone!”

So anyway. Originally I had planned on Anna being my heir, but she grew up looking almost exactly like Jessica. So I switched to Christine as she has more unique features. Had I stayed with the original roll, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway since Anna wouldn’t be moving out, but alas, we will get to that.

Importantly, they needed sensible, matching clothes.

“Really? Deep purple?”

Probably your favourite colour.

And then a lone cat, neglected and forlorn, showed up on our doorstep–

“Dude, get real, you adopted me.”

Oh hush, you!

“Waaaaah, how could you buy such a horrible thing!”

Oh geez, Victoria, get over it.

And then we got ourselves a new horse as well! Gotta keep the animal lines and lag going.

“Whoa, not so fast, not so–!”

“Um, why am I at the town hall? And why doesn’t this horse have any eyes?”
“the horrors i have seen have long robbed me of sight and sanity.”

Well that’s nice but we’re here for the obligatory graduation ceremony that no one is allowed to skip.

“but i want to go too“

Er, sorry, humans only.

Very displeased humans.

“I’M STARVING!!!”
“Hmm, a vampire, fascinating.”

I sent Boogie over to meet the new horse while the humans were stuck in the ceremony.

“I HATE hawks, Cinnamon. Hate.”
“i hate cats”

“But I love horses! You love horses right?”
“no“

Well at least we got two graduates out of the deal!

I mean Christine looks like she’s about to rap about it but hey.

“Hmmph, why isn’t this working? Can’t a girl shout in a megaphone near a goth guitarist around here?”

“DOWN WITH CELEBRITIES!”
“Wow her umbrella sucks.”
“Yeah my umbrella sucks.”

So I moved Natalie, Dan, Budge, and Drifter out to their own home, and sent Christine out to find a mate.

Unfortunately, no one she liked showed up. And also no one single.

We did find a pregnant lady though!

Luckily, her toddler was there to help.
“Push, mommy!”

“Oh my god oh my god, a ghost hunter! AT MY HOUSE!”
“Yeah, girl, kind of busy, do you mind.”

So I have a mod that lets kids ride horses, so I sent Victoria home with Cinnamon. The fact that it deformed VIctoria into Slender Child is a minor detail.

Well well well, what do we have here? Finally, a man that Christine finds attractive!

Never mind he looks like a Vincent Price Mortimer Goth. Apparently he’s based off of Tesla but eh, same difference.

Also he wouldn’t let us flirt with him because he has a girlfriend or whatever. We don’t care about your morals, Nathan, now get in the household!

Seriously, though, it was annoying me. We got his friendship up SO quickly due to chemistry but then he turned down every other romantic effort. No more, sir!

“Heeeeeere’s Magic!”

Good, my game isn’t having enough troubles, thanks.

“Oh, hello little guy! Did the mean spirits scare you?”

So usually my Sims are very good in their professional careers and will do what they are supposed to. Not Anna. Spirits flying around and she just wants to play with puppies.

Not sure I blame her.

Victoria, meanwhile, gets to do menial tasks.

After all, Anna is too busy gossiping with Viola Yates.

“And then he threw the guy into the car trunk, all for me!”

Yeah these captions won’t make much sense if you haven’t seen horror movies.

Speaking of sense, uh, who are you two and why are you jocks talking about paintbrushes?

“Look, can’t we buck a few stereotypes? Sheesh!”

So anyway. We have a ton of money, and I have a ton of stuff I’ve never tried out despite owning this game a million years. So I built a studio above the garage with the toy machine, glass blowing station, and a few more things. We’ll see how it goes.

It gives Anna a lovely view of the garden, lovingly watched over by Bruce!

Er, or not.

“Fuck this, I’m outta here.”

“Dude, I’m tired as all hell. No one said being dead was this much work!”

“You know what I think you guys need? A nice sunny vacation!”
“No, woman, I’m tired of that! We had that for nearly ten years thanks to this lady’s sorry update schedule!”

RUDE, Zoe.

Remember how I told you Stephen likes to clean up laundry? He also likes to phase it through the walls.

Oh hey, full blown ghost party tonight. And of course Charles does what he does best: claw up our furniture.

“GRRRRR, take that, stone barstool!”

Then Anna tried to take the easy way out of this family.

“Easy, right. Like it’s been so easy since I took that cake!”

Hey, we let you eat some real cake in return! So ungrateful.

Speaking of ungrateful, the garden doesn’t maintain itself, Trent. And you can’t get out of it by dislodging your leg.

“Says you!”

Meanwhile, around the corner…

“I can’t get to the best guy ever!”
“I can’t get anywhere at all!”
“Ow! Hey, get your ‘no’ sign out of my shoulder!”

And Victoria hangs out alone. Watching TV. Ignoring everyone. Poor forgotten middle child.

Stephen, meanwhile, I sent out on the town to look for a new boyfriend. Let’s see which places are hopping in Midnight Hollow!

Answer: not the library. Just a goth military dude and a cosplaying policeman.

“Bro your hat so does not match the rest of your uniform.”
“Er, uniform?”

Apparently Budge decided to visit the library!

“I can’t believe you separated me from my mate.”

Your mate has like less than a day to live, and you’re evil.

“HELLO I NEED SUSTENANCE!”
“Gosh, these book things are hard!”

So I guess we hadn’t moved him in yet. Or my game crashed. Either way, Christine makes her thoughts quite clear.

Apparently too clear.

“Um, lady, that’s great, but I’m already seeing someone.”
“And I’m supposed to care?”
“Well… Yeah, typically.”

So we dragged him home and threw a potion at him.

“AUUUUGH!”

Oh relax, it’s a rejuvenation potion.

“Look, I’m tired, can I go to bed yet?”

Soon! I need to add more error code 12!

“AUUUUUUUUUUUGH!”

No, fucking seriously.

The game reset her face.

It bloody reset her to face to the Sims 3 equivalent of face 1!

“Look, buddy, I so do not do ectoplasm.”
“Oh jump in a lake, Trent.”

But no, it was the new cat Kawaii who jumped in the tub, and then apparently decided to then tunnel out of the ceramic. Dammit, cat, this is a new house!

Anna is equally unimpressed.

“Stupid cat ruining our bathroom, why I outta…”

While Trent chooses to… Glare at the graveyard?

“Stupid dead people!”

And to prove his point, he decides to harrass Bruce again.

“Why you old whippersnappers, coming in and waking us up with your ecto-nonsense!”

“I oughta beat you with my cane!”
“Uh, Trent? It’ll just go through me. See?”

“Look, you fool, I’m tired.”
“Why are you feeling my face?!”
“I mean, why not?”

“I’m starving! Getting your face magically rearranged takes a lot out of you!”

So I sent her and her trusty mop sidekick to repair the dishwasher. Which apparently is just always broken no matter what house we’re in.

“Look, I help!”

BBZZZZZZZZ

Oh you helped, huh.

You helped?!

“Hehehehehe!”

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And on that lovely note, we are caught up to where I am in the game, as it freakin’ crashed shortly after I attempted to fix Christine’s face (luckily I had saved). So next time: who did I move out? Will Nathan finally let Christine flirt with him? Will I ever get generation 10 born, or will error code 12 win the day? We shall find out together next time. Stay safe.