So I owe everyone who is reading this a massive apology; the third year of university and working three jobs has been totally kicking my ass these last few months, but I am determined to see my legacies through. I love my Sims, I love writing them, and I love who takes the time out of their day to read them (the Laflammes were given a Liebster Award and I am so happy!), so I’m determined to update at least once a week. So without further ado, lets get on with it.
Ramona: ‘I don’t recognise this woman. Who is she? Why does she look so well rested?’
Yeah, I wish I had a three month long break. Back to work for you, that 100 is still a long way off.
Florence: ‘But why did she have to come back here, of all places? She’s trying to get her claws into my husband, and don’t think I don’t know. I’m not stupid. He tried to shock himself and her, but no such luck.’
Ramona’s got a point, though; that’s one cute kid and a ton of nice genetics…
Florence: ‘What’s she even famous for, being the town slut? All she’s doing is adding to the pile of kids she can’t afford.’
And reality ensues.
But ignorance is bliss, apparently.
Back at home, the kids have decided they don’t like living in a wreck of a house any more, so are trying to keep up with the chores. Kay’s taking care of the dog…
Harper has taken over Cody’s role as babysitter…
And Ilse is trying to leave town without anyone noticing. It’s only a few more days, you can cope.
Gail: ‘Why is our bin halfway across the lawn? And has anyone ever used that future teleporter?’
Kay: ‘Shh, this’ll be hilarious.’
Kay: ‘YOU LOST THAT GAME OF CHESS!’
Gail: ‘OH GOD, WHY?!’
Ezra grew up, gained a beanie hat and the Can’t Stand Art trait.
And apparently Ramona’s decided that if she’s waterlogged enough, she’ll drown on the water slide.
What skill is that, excessive head trauma?
Ezra: ‘With a minor in Geology.’
I was going to make a Neon Genesis Evangelion joke but it’s funny already.
And no one bats an eyelid. Ah, Midnight Hollow.
So while Ramona was out, Ilse grabbed everyone and took them out for dinner, as a nice treat before she and Harper moved out. She actually managed to get quite a few family members together; I think that’s Karen on the right.
But no good deed goes unpunished and all that…
Ramona: ‘Why would you waste money on food when we have a synthesizer that’ll make anything we want!’
Ilse: ‘Because I wanted something real, for a change, something that a person took time to cook!’
Ramona: ‘What difference does that make?!’
Ramona: ‘Stupid girl. We need money for a decent nursery, not fancy restaurant food.’
But hey, I think the painting mod is working again.
Just in time for Gail to run away as far as she can.
A brunette Ramona. Wonderful.
Ramona: ‘Go forth, little clone. Make me grandchildren and contribute to the insanity of this experiment.’
Gail: ‘Yeah, sure…’
And up her picture goes on the wall.
Ramona got a makeover too, though I’m honestly not sure why; that outfit is much too nice for this place.
Ramona: ‘I’m dressing for the life I’d like to have.’
Apparently that’s the wicked stepmother role.
I think that’s the most impressive bit of karma I’ve seen in a long time.
Ramona: ‘I guess the jetpack still needs a little work…’
Ramona: ‘And how dare you mock me?! I saw you laughing!’
Ilse: ‘But I didn’t – ‘
Ramona: ‘Just get inside!’
Kay: ‘I wish I could have gone with you, Gail. You’re more of a mother than she is.’
Field trip next chapter, I promise.
Meanwhile, Ramona’s on the hunt for Father #17.
Ramona: ‘Ugh, no. That guy was old. And dead.’
Technically, you should be too.
But hey, Ellery’s a doctor now!
Is this guy’s name Sammy? He looks like a Sammy.
Ramona: ‘Oh, don’t worry, I’ll call you whatever you like…’
Ramona: ‘Like Darron! Hey there! Still not over the electrocution, huh?’
Wow, that’s cold, even for you.
God help you if that gets back to Florence.
Harper, stop pretending that’s your mother and actually weed the garden. We’ll never get to ambrosia at this rate.
But look, more babysitters!
She looks like Florence in glasses. Her fourth trait is Born Saleswoman, so I’ll guess she’ll be trying to make some money off elixirs. December, on the other hand…
Ramona: ‘Such a beautiful, unique looking boy.’
I’ll say. He got Brooding.
Ramona: ‘Okay, everyone, I’ve called a family meeting for a very good reason – ‘
Kay: ‘Oh great.’
Ramona: ‘Now before you protest, I know some of you are still in school, but, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, money is pretty tight at the moment – ‘
That’s why you’re still sitting on milk crate furniture.
Ramona: ‘ANYWAY, so there needs to be a few changes around here, you understand?’
Kay: ‘What?! We’re already living in austerity measures as it is!’
Ezra: ‘Yeah, I don’t even have my own bed.’
January: ‘How many sisters am I sharing a room with?’
Ramona: ‘December, you understand, right?’
December: ‘I don’t know. Maybe. Is that why I didn’t get a birthday present?’
Ramona: ‘Look, the point is, we need to save money so I can actually conduct this study properly. You kids aren’t thriving in this environment, and we need to relocate. But we can’t do that without cash.’
December: ‘So…like, if we build a proper nursery, we won’t have to train the little ones any more?’
Ramona: ‘Exactly. You can all devote proper time to your friends, hobbies, and LifeTime Wishes.’
Ilse: ‘Yeah, that sounds nice.’
Ramona: ‘So essentially, use anything that’ll get you money. Painting, fishing, gardening, sell those potions cluttering up the inventory, I don’t care, just do it.’
Ramona: ‘Even you, Ilse, though you aren’t good for much.’
Kay: ‘Why won’t she have a go at January instead, she’s barely done anything this chapter.’
Ramona: ‘I know you’re not smart enough to get a real job, so get back to painting. Or do some chores.’
Ilse: ‘I – I’ll take the bins out…’
You poor thing. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get a good makeover, a husband, and a house when you move out.
Meanwhile, this is Ramona’s next target. I have no clue what his name is, so let’s call him…
Ramona: ‘You know I’m the most beautiful woman in this town, right? A constellation, a meteorite, a shooting star – ‘
Bruno: ‘I’m a Cancer.’
Bruno: ‘And we don’t date Geminis!’
Ramona: ‘Tough luck. I do.’
Bystander: ‘What have I just walked into?’
B: ‘You know what, never mind. I don’t want to know.’
It’s…sort of romantic?
Bruno: ‘Guess I’ve lucked out today.’
Hopefully Ramona has too, even if she’s being judged by the townsfolk.
See what I mean?
But at least she’s persistent. We haven’t had a ghost baby yet, and I’d like one of each occult.
The lot is one hideous mess. This is why I want to build an actual house, hence the 50k budget.
Even the zombies don’t think the garden is worth destroying, that’s how bad it is.
At least she’s sticking to her word, though, even if widgets probably won’t sell for much.
I do love the school, though. Such a shame it’s a rabbit hole.
I decided to put Kay’s Born Saleswoman trait to the test, see if we could get anything decent for the potions.
Clerk: ‘We only buy a handful of your potions, all of your gems, and none of your produce. And we’re closed now.’
Kay: ‘You’re kidding me, right?’
On the bright side, we can train Mikey to hunt.
Are they really that famous, or are the stalkers just bored?
Ilse: ‘ – sigh- I’ll get out of here soon, won’t I?’
You will, I promise.’
Kay’s quite the opportunist. Hopefully we’ll make a bit more money cutting the gems than just selling them raw.
Harper: ‘Oh c’mon, it’ll only take a minute…’
Clerk: ‘You’ll get ten simoleans for all this.’
Kay: ‘I will cheerfully murder you in your sleep.’
So yeah, Ramona’s pregnant again.
In case you couldn’t tell.
Mikey: ‘It’s time to go out! And play! And walk! And hunt! And…’
January: ‘Nope, you don’t exist right now…’
Bless his little heart. You keep being excited by those fish, December.
December: ‘Maybe I can keep this one!’
January: ‘Ugh, as if. I should be going to prom, not doing this.’
Harper: ‘Now you listen to me; you are not brainless, you’re just as smart as anyone else in this house. Don’t pay attention to her.’
Ilse: ‘And how do I do that when she’s screaming at me every minute of the day?’
Harper: ‘Run away and never look back.’
Ilse: ‘While she breeds more children to ignore?’
Well, this one’s broken.
Ilse: ‘Serves her right.’
Nah, this is Felix. #18, Brave, Clumsy, likes Irish Green, Chinese music, and mushroom omelette. Welcome to hell.
Ramona: ‘I’m sorry, Ilse. I’ve been to harsh on you lately…’
Ilse: ‘Save it, I don’t care any more.’
I never claimed she was any good at being a mother, just a scientist.
But here he is. I don’t think he’s a clone.
And with that, Ezra ages up (again).
Not bad at all! His new trait is Schmoozer.
She’s far too attached to that dress for her own good.
And finally…it’s time.
She’s so pretty! Her final trait is Artistic.
They’re the least likely set of twins ever, but who cares. Harper got Athletic.
December: ‘When do I get to go on the wall?’
When I finally get shot of you.
And now for the spares:
At least this set of twins is doing well…
I’m going to leave it there, and I promise, I will be back next week. Comments are always appreciated!