Hello fellow simmers, or sim story readers, or accidental browsing victim, whatever your story is, we are glad to see you. The Uglacies are still striving to produce the ugliest sim yet in 10 generations of legacy living. I know it’s been a while, but there’s a reason, which we will get to (trust me, it’s the roughest college years ever). Legacy living is sim living with no cheats, lots of agendas, and usually shows how masters play the sims… usually. But not here. Angel Uglacy is the first generation descended from 10 generations from 10 years ago… are you following? Now I know what you’re thinking, she just got promoted to her lifetime want of Education Minister! Hahaha. No. When last we left the Uglacies, they had returned from their family camping trip to Axe Mountain, or wherever.
So a quick recap, Angel married this… Quinomei, as I like to call him for his Komei like appearance, who reached the top of his career ladder, Education Minister, and achieved his lifetime want. He grew old in this chapter. Now I make him sew and garden and do lame stuff.
Noseferatu, the firstborn, was a knowledge sim (lies!) who only want to have fun, fun, fun all the time. He’s an overactive, mean, playful freak of nature. I aged his neighbor, Nancy, who he completely ignored to spite her attempts to follow him home from school everyday, and suddenly he rolls the want to date her.
“I don’t understand, Nose. You never talked to me as a kid, you ignored me when I came over, why the sudden interest?”
“Should I tell her boobs!”
Meanwhile, Wendy is a focused opposite of her brother. Yes, she is playful too, but more directed and nice. She loves to dance, but she has a horrible metabolism. She actually works out more than any of the family, and yet gets none of the rewards. Well I don’t care, she can wear that husky sized tutu with pride because she has the most body points. I’ve never had a sims body stuck on the bottom of the fit scale like this. I was beginning to think she was glitched.
“Grandpa Don, I dance and dance, but I’m still not skinny like the other girls in dance class. I can’t lose weight. They make fun of me.”
“That doesn’t matter, Wendy because you are an Uglacy. Being pretty is over-rated. Frankly we don’t care what other sims think. Can’t is not in our vocabulary. Won’t is our motto. We use sayings such as no way, don’t give a flip, and a variety of cuss words, but it’s not because we can’t, Wendy. It’s because we won’t.”
“So what you’re saying is…”
“Eat lots of chili and tell them to buzz off. If that doesn’t work, the after effects of my chili will.”
Wendy is not the only Uglacy who likes to dance. Gage Jr. shows up almost daily and heads straight to the dance bar. That was something I didn’t see coming.
“What?! The ladies like a man who knows his way around the dance floor.”
“Hold that pose, ballerina boy, I’m going to get some of my dollar bills.”
Drunken nanny strikes again.
“Daddy, daddy, I got straight A’s!”
“That’s nice Wendy, but daddy is trying to skill.”
“But doesn’t your light bulb have to be on.”
Yeah, minister of education my butt. His light bulb is never on.
Speaking of education…*cringes*
“Why hello, Mrs. Uglacy. I heard you want to get your daughter into private school now.”
“Why yes, headmaster. I think you will find that Wendy is actually our brightest, most talented child ever for an Uglacy. She dances. She skills. She carries straight As.”
“Psssk, pssk. You know that intelligence and academics are over-rated. What matters is how well you kiss my @$$.”
“How dare you bring up hats. Those are so last year. Why I never!”
Angel has 10 fashion points and 10 Charisma points. YOU LOSER! A hat wouldn’t hurt your shiny bald head one bit.
“Well I see you went all out and served me your finest bass and squash, but I was really wanting some of that Uglacy chili. I like to let go with a good after dinner fart.”
“And a nice cold beer would be nice too. I heard this place serves it on tap to nannies all day long.”
Pillar of salt, this guy.
“Oh my, what a nice looking young man. Can I have him… I mean give me the tour.”
“Ohhh, this creep is getting on my last nerve.”
It’s okay Angel, there’s one sure fire way to win a headmaster over.
“OH I love the interior decorating. What pretty pink butterflies, and toilets, beautiful, sculptured toilets! It takes me back to my youth, before the constipation set in.”
Headmasters love bathrooms, probably because they are full of… well never mind. Point is we got in.
“Did you forget something?”
Uh, nooo. Oh come on, how many sim birthday cakes can one person take? So Wendy grew up. She rolls family, and is turned on by logical blondes (*snickers*) What?! I can make that joke, I am blonde. Her turn off is athletes. And she wants to marry off 6 kids and live happily ever after. Booring…
Now just in case you forgot our lovely pets, That’s Pierre, the demon poodle. He’s an aggressive doofus. He brings such joy to my hours of sim playing. Like tearing up furniture and homework, and peeing all over the floor so that the Uglacies have lots of cleaning points from moping up all day. Sometimes he attacks townies passing by, which actually I do enjoy.
Then there’s Folly. Like Father, like daughter. Her pastimes include avoiding baths and tearing up Quinomei’s garden.
And finally Moody, a doofus , lazy, pigpen male terrier we were forced to adopt to keep the family breed going. He likes to dig holes… and dig holes… and dig holes.
What he doesn’t like is Folly, which made puppy breeding a real pain. I literally had to build a yard and lock the two of them in it for days.
Really Angel, you want to adopt another pet. Oh hell no. Even Nose and Quinomei are glaring at her like she’s off her meds.
But then they go and make cute puppies… introducing Peppy, a friendly, genius pigpen. I almost had the trifecta. But I sense lots of baths in his future.
Little Peppy is adorable and an only child… THANK the stars!!! Cause if I had to have six dogs running around on this lot, I would have quit without saving… not really…*shifty eyes* maybe… I mean, really, would you blame me?
But enough with the dogs, time to dust off an expansion I do miss. Open for Business! Now that Quinomei has retired, he and Angel decided to buy the Little and Local shop in the Blue Water District and sell crafts and flowers. Just the kind of lame thing a couple of nice retired school teachers would do. Well technically, Angel’s not retired because she keeps getting demoted, but I digress.
Now I have created my own handicap, one that Pinstar never thought of. I call it the Monopoly handicap! By the time this legacy is through, I want to own ALL of Bluewater! MUhahaha, break out the evil laughter. I don’t know if it’s actually doable, but that’s not the point. I am going to try. If I do it, I’m going to be generous and in the spirit of Pinstar, give myself one whopping legacy point.
NO Quinomei, it is not your wife who is open for business! *Smacks him upside head*
“What do you mean this isn’t a shoe store? Wherever will I get my petunia pink prom high heels?”
Time for a grand opening with all the agonizing townies. And there’s only one worse customer than townies…
Simselves!!! (Cue Game of Thrones music). Blueberry Pie, long time no see.
“Yes, while just ignore that rude narrator in the background. I’ll have you know that I am an excellent customer.”
I HAVE pictures that say otherwise!
“Excuse me, miss, but what kind of restaurant has dirty dishes on vacated tables…”
“Sir, they just got up, I was headed over there right now.”
“What?! That’s no excuse. I expected better of Don’s Chili Palace. Why I have to dock some stars for this. And that hair… I’m afraid that will cost a star too.”
“Hmmm, I’ll just wander around aimlessly, look confused, demand special attention, and dock some more stars. I’m confused to what I want to buy and no one is helping me. Tssk, tssk, horrible service here.”
It’s a restaurant! Not a Home Depot.
Guess I should plug his Apocalypse since I shamelessly made fun of his simself. Blueberry Pie is still writing an Apocalypse Challenge… but this time using movies! You can check it out at the Boolprop forum.
As if that wasn’t bad enough… my simself had to be oogled by Quinomei. Ewww. You better stop heart farting mister, or I sense an accident in your immediate future.
But who should come to save the day but Samantha Ottoman, the official best friend of the Uglacy family. She gives them the star that gets them to a level one business the first day. Poor Samantha, pregnant and stuck forever in the sim bin, which I finally figured out when someone informed me over at Boolprop the other day.
Samantha was like a loyal puppy, following Angel home everyday from work. Even hanging out with Samara, the queen of mean. There was only one thing to do.
“Samantha, us legacy families don’t usually give a crap about random townies or CAS sims, but you have been more then dedicated. You should at least get to have that baby and get a real house.”
“Really Quinomei?! Does this mean… I’ll be a real pixelated, simulated, real unreal person now?!” Cue sims loading music…
For a moment, I was feeling all warm like a fairy Godmother, then I loaded them. Uggggh!
OH dear God, she’s a rabbit! There’s a reason this family is stuck in the sim bin. Maxis made CAS sims are always weirdos. They live with his mother! And it only goes downhill from here.
“Hey, hey baby, we’ve been in that Sim Bin a long time. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?!”
Samantha’s husband, Peter, is a real prize. A romance sports photographer whose first want is woohoo her and then meet someone new.
“Hey dad, I’m right here!”
“That’s okay Davey, watch your old man here, you’ll learn how to handle the ladies.”
“OWWW, oh ouch, I think the baby is coming. Where is Peter?”
Oh he’s just outside, autonomously flirting with some co-worker he brought home and scarring your seven year old daughter forever, no biggie.
“Well I need him because…”
OH Samantha, YOU did not do this to me! Of course you had twins!!!
“Excellent work Samantha, twin girls. That’s lovely. Why I’ve already rolled wants for another grandbaby. I just love seeing my loser son spread his DNA.”
Okay, that’s my cue to leave. I ain’t birthing no more babies here.
Back at the Uglacy home, Angel was working her way up to Snapdragons. Oh the flower that forever fills your sims needs.
And she had just finished a novel to meet the storyteller handicap. That oddly does not look like “The Uglacies Return.” Unless that’s Gage on the cover with a sim self *cringes*.
And in the spirit of overachieving at everything, she continues to get demoted due to bad chance cards.
“Yeah, at this rate I’m going to be the cafeteria lady next week.”
Meanwhile, Quinomei has been trying to convince the garden club to toss a wishing well our way, but they constantly whine about bugs, dying plants, and worse, they dare to insult our flamingos!
YOU are the only trash in my yard, missy. Plastic flamingos reek of class!
But there was one sim that actually frightened me, because I’m not use to successful sims.
“Ahh, the top of my part-time music job. What is this? My first day? Well, that was easy. I just love the smell of stars.”
“Oh, look at that, I just maxed my dance skills on my own. Maybe if she doesn’t notice me, I can actually win a few more scholarships.”
“Now you’re just showing off, dear.”
“Oh sorry, mom. I forgot you’re still an epic failure at your lifetime want.”
Nose has talents too, like he cooks random turkey and makes out with girls he just met.
Knowledge sim… seriously?!
Sim Tips for the Legacy Player by Candi. So the hardest part about handicaps is maxing the hobby that goes with it. For example, Fearless means you must take every chance card, have no burglar alarm, and repair all electrical objects. However, you must also have the founder or heirs have a 10 interest in crime, or max game hobby. At first, I was going with max game hobby, which Angel did but it was painful and wasted tons of time. Instead, choose the interest and buy the magazine with that interest. Your sim only has to spend like 5 minutes reading it, and their interest goes right to 10. Go interest, go magazines, you heard it here first.
Pierre died, and no one even noticed. Except maybe Satan, who is getting his dog back. He’s probably peeing all over the Netherlands by now. Enjoy bathing him every fricking day, Grimster!
“That’s what the Hulu girls are for. That and they make a mean Pina Colada.”
Still, he gets his plot, right under the family founding apple tree, that might need tending. Don’t judge me. Let the graves begin.
“Why does this family keep calling us over here? Their plants aren’t cutting it. Did you see the apple tree, it’s literally dying. And their founding tree reeks of bugs! What kind of legacy family is this. They usually have perfect gardens.”
“Eh, I don’t know, but they do have a keg inside. Let’s keep failing them and we can drink all their booze and play their musical instruments.”
Day 3 of the garden club…
“OH it’s all about the bass, bout the bass, no worries…”
Wendy rolls a want to go out on a date, so she goes to Don’s Chili Palace with David Ottoman. Who immediately fills her in on his dysfunctional family.
“So my grandma wants me to have lots and lots of babies. I hope you’re up for that.”
“Um this is our first date, David. But I’m a family sim, so hell yes!”
“Here, let me throw some food on you in a romantic gesture.”
“Oh, ho, ho, nothing builds my relationship points faster! You know how to turn a guy on.”
“Wow, so this is Candi’s Uglacy. I don’t know, I thought they’d be, well, more ugly.”
Keika, relax. It’s still in the first generation. Simselves are always drawn to the Uglacies, like moths to a flame, like Romeo to Juliet, like…
“A roadside wreck you just can’t turn away from.”
Thanks, Keika. Well said. She writes the White Legacy, another Boolprop classic.
“Can you guys stop throwing food everywhere? I have to clean it up.”
“YOU should clean up, Tank. Geesh, don’t you ever shower after your dad has you run those obstacle courses!”
“Showers are for girly men, my dad told me so.”
No wonder the General’s wife left him.
And David and Wendy did seem to hit it off, unfortunately he is a CAS sim with some serious family issues going on, so he was just pre-college aspirational fodder. Unless she becomes a spare and really wants to ruin her life. Then we’ll talk about it.
David leaves a hot tub as an after date present! Say what? His family is dirt poor. Is this drug money. Is that kid selling bubbles or what?!
“So Peppy, I leave for college tomorrow. Now you be a good puppy, don’t grow up too freakishly ugly. And try not to dig dad’s garden up so he can finally get that wishing well.”
Yeah I wouldn’t count on that, Wendy. We’re going to be wishing for the wishing well for a long time with my gardening know how.
It was time for Noseferatu and Wendy to go off to college. Staying in the well-dressed tradition, they got brand new wardrobes for college and unfortunately, Wendy is sporting quite the distorted muffin top there. Exhibiting their father’s sense of intelligence, they suddenly realized they knew each other.
“OH yeah, I know you, you’re my sister.”
“Hey Nose, like the new haircut.”
Moody was Noseferatu’s dog. He went deep into the red when Nose went off to college. He wouldn’t eat, he just laid on the street… all the years I played Sims 2 I never realized pets miss their owners when they go off to college. Moody went moody alright.
OH MY BOOLPROP! I got a chance card right! BE amazed. I was.
And Angel finally gets her lifetime want!!! Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!!!
“I did it Samantha, I am the Education Minister! I can finally retire.”
“That’s great girlfriend. I’m just glad I’m not pregnant anymore. That was my lifetime want. That and for Peter’s mom to get hit by a bus.”
“Hmm, so you’re saying I don’t really need the wishing well?”
“Not with me around. And the best part is some matchmaker randomly threw me in your front yard. No effort at all. So what do you want? Money, looks, life… you got three wishes…”
“Three! Who needs those garden snobs. So I already have amazing good looks, and I don’t want to do this legacy any longer then I have to. Let’s go cash!”
“WOW! Quinton likes this! It is like winning the Sim Lottery. There’s got to be some kind of rule against this. It’s too easy.”
“Yea, but you know, you’ve got your narrator half ass reading the rules, so enjoy. This is just one installment, others will randomly fall out of the sky in the next couple days. Might want to get a hard hat.”
The third bag of cash landed on Moody. He was
unfortunately fortunately unharmed.
“So Sam, I have a genie in my front yard (*sounds like a song*), and I can wish for anything. I’m going to wish for something everybody wants…”
“Jon Snow is added to the seasons pack and comes with Winter…”
“Uh no… but that would be an awesome hack!”
“A decent husband.”
“Well, maybe, I mean no… I’m wishing for more life. I got ripped off when I didn’t get my lifetime want by the time I became an elder. I need more time.”
Genie: “So okay, lady, what’s it going to be…”
Sam: “Is he a male stripper for the retirement party. Awesome, Angel!”
Angel: “No, I told you, he’s a genie. So I want a long life.”
Sam: “And a male stripper…”
Angel: “Samantha, please.”
Sam: “What?! You want to enjoy that long life right? Hey, hey can I have one of the wishes. I want some cash to land on my husband’s cheating, miserable head.”
A quick inside view of Little and Local, starting to take off. It’s a level 3 now. And it just won the Best of the Best award. To spite Nervous throwing out negative stars.
Meanwhile, back at college, Wendy has found love at first sight in the Landgrabb dorms.
“Oh Jihoon is hot!”
Er, yeah, Wendy. Might need to get you some glasses. Still way to go picking Uglacy material all on your own.
Noseferatu rolls the want to be a vampire, oddly symbolic since he was named after the first Dracula film. However, he did not get the aspiration points (*cough, cough,rip off).
“I don’t think you bit me hard enough Countess. I still don’t have the points.”
Move along, people, move along. Nothing to see here.
“So you maxed all your skills. Wow. I heard your legacy sort of struggles with success.”
“Our legacy isn’t about success. It’s more about genetics.”
“I see, so you’re interested in me for my good looks. Well I can live with that.”
“Er, something like that.”
“Still not getting my aspiration points here!”
With max skills point, Wendy begins to use her time to develop an army of robots. She also excels in tinkering so this is cake for her, like everything she does. She rolls the want to major in literature, which she did, and Nose rolls the wants to major in Physics. Unbelievable. Einstein he’s not.
Next up it’s time to convince the members of the Uglacy Greek House to let Nose and Wendy get in. Let the painful social interactions began. Time for a nice chat.
“Personally, I think we should nuke all those pretty sims and their fraternities.”
And the geeky glasses, school cheering, and pathetic attempts to force relationship points commences.
“WOW, your school cheer is so awesome, I can’t help but be your friend!”
Oh this looks like the Countess’s handiwork.
“Hey Hyun, aren’t you a vampire now? What’s up with eating pancakes? Shouldn’t you be sucking blood from unsuspecting victims?”
“Shut up. They’re pancakes of doom soaked in blood.”
“More like Bisquick soaked with Aunt Jemimah.”
Yeah, Maxis never did do vampires justice.
“Yay, Welcome to the Greek House, Nose!”
“Ow, you just elbowed me in the head! What do you people do? Take Ritalin all day?!”
So Nose leaves for the Greek House his sophomore year, saying his final “Good Blehs” on the way out the door.
“I can almost bite my own neck!”
Good for you. A sim should have skills in life.
“Yaayyy, let’s go tell Wendy she’s in too!”
Bunch of freaks.
“What, is this my birthday? Did I finally get a party?”
Not quite. Welcome aboard the crazy train.
The Uglacy Greek House is now level 6! It consists of 7 college students trying to maintain 4.0 GPAs. Kill me, kill me now.
“Excuse me sir…”
“You’ve come to challenge my dark powers haven’t you. Well it’s futile. I am the shadow that stalks in the night…”
“Great, this secret society is getting really hard up for members now.”
“Dude, I am not Van Helsing and I don’t give a crap about your dark powers. Just get in the limo so we can give you this secret blazer!”
“I have to wear that hideous blazer?! No wonder it’s a secret. Do I at least get a cape?”
And under the soft glow of the cowplant, Viola Suwnaki was instantly smitten.
“Oh my, that Noseferatu looks more delicious then the forbidden cake.”
“Do they have a bong here?”
Er, not exactly.
“How dare that tramp look at you!” *smack, smack, smack…*
“Wait, what did I do…”
And the not so secret society is a hodge podge of drama now. Nose is not a romance sim and yet all the ladies are drawn to him. Gads.
“Yeah, you guys just stand over there and play kicky ball, well I fix this computer in the glow of my amazing ability to be in the zone.”
Nothing changes, all Nose wants to do is have fun, fun, fun, while Wendy repairs all the stuff these lame-o’s break.
Not that Wendy is quite up to servo level yet.
“Wendy! Your gizmo is crapping trash again! Gosh, how do I turn this off again? If only there were a button or a remote or something.”
Like the one in your hand?! Argggh. Took her forever to actually turn it off.
“Dude, I think I got a bad trip.”
“Phil you are a bad trip.”
“Is he dead?”
One can only hope.
By now, I should know not to play with cowplants. But I couldn’t help myself. After all, my very favorite sim Don came from my mishaps with a cowplant. So I thought, it’s been so long since I played college, let’s break out a gate at the secret society and have a little “fun”!Meet Richard Leon, an unsuspecting freshman that was the first to go for the cake. It had been a while since I created a zombie, so I had forgotten a few minor details.
Richard was instantly a household member. But hey, that’s cool. So I have one zombie stinking up the Greek House. It’s not like he will really eat brains or anything…
But Richard moves in only to start attacking everyone… starting with Wendy.
“Listen buddy, if you want to eat my brains, you need more than 2 body points.”
Eat brains?! I forgot I carried over my game mods from my original Sims 2 Apocalypse, and I had added the Zombie Apocalypse from Mod the Sims! This mod makes zombies actually attack other sims and if they win the fight, the attacked sim becomes a zombie. My game was suddenly the Walking Dead! Worse I couldn’t find the mod to pull it out. Yes, I know I’m supposed to make a separate file for that stuff… but in loading my game from years ago, I guess things got jumbled up. I couldn’t find the file!
“Sorry dude, did anyone ever tell you that you suck at being a zombie.”
At first I ignored him. I mean even Aurora here with 4 body points could take him. Hey, how bad could this be? I’d just keep my eye on him. Keep him busy, doing homework and moping puddles.
But Richard was smart. He would roll wants to get body points and autonomously pull out a jump rope. GADS. What sim does that?!!!
I was constantly clicking that crap off. No way am I letting him get body points.
But then the inevitable happened…
“You jerk, you bit me on me bum!”
Poor Shiela, she is the romance queen of the Greek House. She didn’t take it well.“HAhaha, one down, six to go!” Yes, he did have the nerve to look right at me and cheer.
Oh crap, now there are two brain eating zombies. I did not sign up for an Apocalypse. I contemplated moving him out, but would that be cheating? Or at least taking the easy way. Well I’m no quitter… bring it Richard!
Of course if a little “accident” should happen, that wouldn’t be technically cheating…
“Wow, that cloud looks like braaainnns…”
Besides it keeps him distracted.
“It tis zokay, Shiela. It was not like you gathered your lovers on your good lookz anyway, no? Now dee men will vant you for your charming personality, no?”
“Get off of me you zombie freak!”
Oh no, not Aurora again!
Uh oh, this is getting totally out of hand. Worse, they start attacking passer-bys, and they really like professors. Probably big brains. Still, I was determined to get Nose and Wendy through college, and they have like 8 and 10 body points, so they are fairly safe.
The sentry that Wendy built seemed to know the zombies were bad news and shocked them on a regular basis.
“Danger Will Robinson, Danger! Zombie Alert!”
If only we could have turned up the voltage.
Still there is a certain thrill with brain eating zombies. I was hoping he would attack the Diva, but instead he rolled the want to date her.
“Usually I do not mingle with common folk, but oh my your dangerous edge is so attractive. Kiss me zombie boy.”
Sadly, my brain eating zombies were getting more action than my potential heirs. Mainly because I was trying to keep them doing anything but eating brains.
Nose is dating a few girls, he acts more like a romance sim than a knowledge one. His Junior year he rolled popularity with a lifetime want to be a celebrity chef. His second aspiration he rolled knowledge again. Well, he is popular with the ladies at least.
Wendy rolls pleasure her Junior year with a lifetime want for 50 dream dates. Her secondary aspiration is family. Wendy is skilled out and has maxed tinkering. She keeps the house in tip top shape. Still there are a few mishaps with the dishwasher on occasion…
“If you are even thinking Brains, sister, you better think again.”
But Nose has the most “mishaps” of all, because he decides to go chasing butterflies in broad daylight instead of staying in his coffin! UGH!
“They were pretty. Oh hey, I think I might be having a little heat stroke here, yeah, just a touch.”
“Oh nooo, not Nose. I must plea for his life. Please Grimmy, give him back to us.”
“Yea, okay, but you might want to hurry because your automatic Hoover is headed over to suck up his remains. Crazy legacy families. I don’t get paid enough for this.”
(True story, the vacuum was almost the end of Nose!)
Meanwhile, Heather Huffington continues to plague the home in hopes of being asked to live here. Oddly, the zombies don’t attack her. Much to my dismay.
“She doesn’t have any brains.”
And I am not the only one who is tired of the zombies. Christopher had had enough.
“You guys leave fricking puddles all over the house, you reek, you make the toilets dirty, you leave books out, you break appliances, and if you attack me one more time, I am going to slap you into next week!”
However Shiela does have one secret power, she can seduce anyone. Not that Heather Huffington here takes a lot of effort. She’s kind of the “go to girl” of the university.
“Here you go Heather, roses are red, violets are blue, no one on campus is as easy as you.”
“Oh Sheila, that’s so sweet. You even wrote me a poem and everything.”
And then the zombies killed my game… literally. It started when Aurora, for the millionth time, decided to attack Phil as they were coming home from class.
“Hey guys, just stand there and watch in horror, don’t help me or anything.”
The good news was Phil won. The bad news was I closed out my game that night and the next day, I was able to get on my game, get into the neighborhood, but when I clicked on the house, I got an error message and it wouldn’t load.
“HAHAHA, we win!!!”
After hours of trying to fix the lot, cleaning cache files, and researching error codes, there was only on thing I could do, and that was to move the Greek house. They took a real hit from the move, only have 4000 something dollars, and had to buy this little two bedroom for 8 sims. They lost their knowledge bookcase and snapdragons that Wendy had brought with her, her mechanic table, her sewing machine, her garden, and the college portraits of the Uglacies. Oh yeah, and Nose lost his pool table, his drum set, and his coffin. You can see where his priorities were. They ended up on Peanut Street, with literally… peanuts.
“So with the lousy 800 dollars we had left, you get a coffin!”
“Hey Barb, what can I say? I’m a vampire. We need our beauty rest.”
“Arrgh. We got four crappy beds we have to fight for, you jerk!”
I don’t know why we wasted our money though because it’s not like he stays in his coffin.
“Hey Michelle, how’s it going.”
“Er, I smell something burning, and it’s not that pizza.”
“Eh, I was hungry, thought I’d visit the old campus.”
“You do know you’re a vampire, right? And it’s the middle of the day…you’re smoking.”
“Smoking hot, baby.”
Michelle Young has a college version of her simself and now gets to wander my zombie infested campus. I’m sure she didn’t sign up for this. Sorry Michelle.
“Please Grimmy, you have no idea how crappy this chapters been. Can you let him live just one more time?”
“Yea, I can guess how crappy this chapter has been. It amazes me the two of you have made it to your senior year with the leadership you’ve had…”
HEY Grimster! I can totally hear you!
“Whatever. Okay, once more for old time sake. I can’t even revel in this, it’s too pathetic. Tell your mentally challenged brother to stop chasing butterflies and going out for pizza in the middle of the day.”
Finally, there was only one thing to do. Good bye zombies. Normally I would never kick anyone out of a Legacy Greek House, but I wasn’t about to risk another crash and the loss of my heirs. All their fighting and fight memories were likely causing the lot to glitch it up. It was time to bid “Adios” to the three musketeers of zombieville.
“Yea, get out loser.”
At last Nose and Wendy graduated after the most painful college chapter I have ever done in my simming career. Nose wanted a toga party, and all the Uglacies were invited. Nothing like blowing bubbles with Don and Gage to get a party score up.
Of course it got a little creepy when Samara wandered over and started heart farting over her great grandson.
Don: “Samara?! What’s that thought bubble over your head?!”
Samara: “Er, nothing Don, I just love these grand kids so much.”
Gage: “Wow, really mom, cause you don’t like kids. You pretty much hated me.”
Samara: “Who are you again?”
It was time for me to break the good news to Wendy.
“OH yay, really, I’m the heir?!”
“Well you got max skills, a gold medal in robot building, and I don’t really like the 50 dream date want but it’s doable. Plus Nose is a huge pain in the butt.”
“Congratulations, Wendy. I know the heirship means more to you than Nose.”
“Thanks Grandpa. I am going to do the Uglacies proud.”
“I have no doubt, I just met your boyfriend Baboon.”
“It’s Jihoon, Grandpa…”
“Oh Wendy, we are so proud of you. An actual overachieving Uglacy.”
“Well I get it from you mom.”
“And Baboon is a perfect choice.”
“MY name is Jihoon! What’s with these people?”
“And YOU! YOU need to get that fricking, flipping hack out of this game! It causes Zombie prejudice and nearly killed my two grand kids. How can you suck so bad at this?”
“Don! That’s not nice. Stop looking at me like that. You’re not one of them are you? You look really vicious. You’re not going to eat my brain…”
“LIKE you have one! Grrrr. I gotta go find the booze and soak in a hot tub. This chapter was long and painful.”
“See you back in Strangetown, Wendy.”
“Don’t you want to stay and see what I change into?”
“Oh I’ve seen it.”
And let’s just say it fits your pleasure aspiration alright.
That’s a wrap folks, sorry for such a long chapter and that it took me a while to get it out, but I did have some issues with the game. I’m glad to say that everything is up and running and those brain eating zombies are tucked away in the Sim Bin where they shall stay for all of eternity. Until next time, happy simming!