Sunday, 8 November 2015

Trolled Again; 2.2


Welcome back! 

Aurel: Make it stop!

Wish I could, bud. Only a couple more sim days till you... uh, squeeze that nooboo out. From somewhere.

On a side note, Aurel *really* loathes being knocked up. He's so cranky D:

Oh no. I really didn't expect to be hit hard in the feels when it was Rhys' turn to hit elder hood. I've always gotten attached to all my sims and always have a hard time letting them age into elders. Rhys however, was a different type of hard. It really is unbelievable how attached you get to pixels. 

Rhys: No woohoo to send me off into Elderhood? 

Nope. Wifey is at work.

Rhys: Lame.

Aurel: *grumblegrumble*

Ariel: *gives no plums*

Apparently Aurel didn't give no plums either. He waddled away shortly after I had Rhys blow out his candles. 


Only to come back in to give his old man a token hurrah and a little confetti. He cares a little at least.



Welcome back to Elderhood Rhys. It suits you :D

Rhys: Pffft. Every life-stage suits me.

Touche.




Later that night, after catching an eyeful of Aurel's (and Ariel's, fml) ever expanding bell(ies)y, Elsa reminds her son that certain criteria needs to be met for the Legacy.

Elsa: Isn't it about time for you to propose to Ariel?

Aurel: Oh! It is!

Rhys: *munchmunch*

You guys must think that Rhys is the most boring thing ever, huh?

I promise he's much more fun to play than he is to photograph >_>


*waddles into kitchen*

Aurel: Ariel, will you marry me? Say yes and I won't ever use your voodoo doll again. Say no and well... I'll make you marry me.

Ariel: Uh, not that you're giving me much choice, but yes. I'll marry you.


In the wee hours of the morning, Aurel rises with a painful problem.

Aurel: GET. IT. OUT.

To the hospital with you!


And my friends... the game wasn't done trolling me. 

Yes.

Twins.

And whilst crying tears of misery, we named the hell-spawn Bellamy and Bassam.



Are we done? Oh, no, the game's not gonna take it easy on me.

It's Ariel's turn!


No, not triplets, thank god. Just a single birth.

We've dubbed the pink one Bronwyn.



And because I lied last chapter and said Rhys had already hit MVP in his sports career. But I found this screen and remembered that he was an Elder (and therefore stupidly hard to keep him from being tense and overtired at work) when he finally hit level 10.

Yay new treadmills!




Aurel. Why?

Aurel: I feel strange and inexplicably drawn to this spot. What's that sound?


At this point, if he came back pregnant, I was done. I had to walk away for a little while, lol. 

Aurel: Uh, creator. What's happening?

You're visiting the magical world of butt probing. That's what. Have fun.


Apparently, being somewhat of  being a masochist (thanks for passing that along Elsa...) Aurel rather enjoyed his time with the aliens.

They even beamed him back down gently.



And he came back randy.

Aurel: MMM! They sure do know what they're doing with that probe.

*plugs ears* LA LA LA, can't hear you!

The squalling bags of poop, cry, feed and poop one after another. It's kinda good that I saved up Rhys and Elsa's vacation days. 

Also, Rhys decided he just had to do sit-ups in the tiny nursery. There's a time and place, Rhys!


Meanwhile, Ariel being a nerd brain means she needs to fix all the things.

Too bad Rhys has pretty much upgraded all the things. Thankfully there's something about Aurel that makes everything break. Like an aura. A destructive one.

...Ariel, you're getting kinda buff. Would it kill you to lay off the weights? You're getting... top heavy.

Ariel: How do you think I keep Aurel in line?

Ah. Well, don't electrocute yourself.

Ariel: Pfft. I'm a programmer for a reason.

Because I made you one?

Ariel: *glares* Couldn't you let me have that one thing? I could have kept telling myself that I made at least *one* choice of my own. 

Uh... No?

Ariel: Ass.

So the kiddies grew up. 

Finally. They were so bad. 

I don't know it was because there were three of them or not, but every few hours they were squalling.

Anywho... 

Bassam. 

He rolled Slob and a Rambunctious Scamp, so I guess he'll love getting all stinky from playing. He inherited dads eyes and moms hair. I'm guessing that nose (thanks again Elsa) got passed along as well.

Oh boy is that gonna be fun to breed out.



Bellamy aged up right behind him. Again... the nose. Brown eyes and blond hair.
He rolled Art Lover (what a shocker! Music and Art... this family loves both) and Artistic Prodigy. 


Ack, that nose again. 

Bronwyn rolled Loves the Outdoors and Rambunctious Scamp.

Oooh! Green eyes. And because I don't have another female (aside from Sif) spare, Bronwyn will offically carry on the legacy, her brothers will stay in house as well and spawn with all the townies. Fun times.


Bron and Bas put the new jungle gym and pirate ship to good use.

Bronwyn: This is great. The clouds are so pretty. The grass so green. 

Bassam: What grass? We live in a barren wasteland.

So. I had a mod that was supposed to make the clay ball give creativity. Apparently it's borked as well. 

Needless to say, it was deleted shortly after.

Ariel: But I'm having so much fun with it!

Yea. So much that you won't put it down even if you're starving.


Mmm, Rhys is finishing up his music aspiration. Enjoying the fireplace and the lovely atmosphere of the great room.

Rhys: Ah, nothing more soothing than the dulcet tones of me.

Way to be modest.

Rhys: Don't gotta be modest when I have the skill to back it up.

That is true.


Bronwyn seems to be enjoying grandpa's music as well.

Bronwyn: I want to be as good as grandpa!

That's the artistic prodigy talking. You won't when you hit your teens.


Ariel: So, I was thinking. We haven't gotten married yet.

Aurel: ...been busy, dearest.

Elsa: I haven't had enough caffeine to deal with this.


Aurel: Why don't we just get married right here, right now?

Ariel: Works for me.

Elsa: *headdesk* Why did we buy that alter? 

Wishful thinking. Cause we're never gonna use it.


Elopement spaaaaaam.

Ariel: No more voodoo doll. You promised.

Aurel: Did I?

Ariel: *kicks shin* Yes.

Aurel: Oh, silly me, I forgot. 

And because Aurel is Aurel.

 *prrrrffft*

Ariel: I'm going to pretend you didn't just do that.

Ariel: Well, at least it isn't a re-sized, stolen one again. Nice job dear.

Aurel: Totes learned my lesson.

You stole your mom's ring, didn't you.

Aurel: ...Maybe.

*smooches*

Then Ariel waddles off to pee.

And because I refuse to build more than one bathroom, Ariel suffers.

As does Rhys.

Ariel: OMP, that didn't just happen! Watcher, how could you!?

Quit staring at me! It's creepy!

Rhys: I'm standing in my daughter-in-law's pee.

Um, sorry not sorry?

Aurel: Awesome job keeping Ariel from peeing! *cackles*

Rhys: *willfully ignorant* Whatever makes ya happy son.

Father-Son bonding. Aurel style.

Gross.


Aurel has recently spun the want to clog sinks. And not just any sinks. His neighbors sinks.

So we head over to the Landgrabs (who I know have an extra a or something in their name somewhere and was just moved one lot over in order to demolish their house) and Aurel just couldn't help himself.

He was standing right there!

*stabs*



Malcolm: I suddenly don't feel so good ma. 


*cackles*

Aurel: They'll never know it was me!

Of course not. You only came over, poked their son almost to death via his voodoo doll on the front porch and then entered their house for an indeterminate amount of time.

You're sure to get away with this dastardly deed.

Aurel: *irritable sigh* Ok. I get it.

Next house is the his brother from another mother's.

Aurel: Don't mind me! I'm here to take a look at that sink of yours.

Romero: ...Uh, I don't remember calling a plumber.

Aurel: *waves him off* Of course you did. Now, I'll just be going...


*cackles*

Aurel: Ugh! Watcher, it broke!

Isn't that what you wanted? 

Aurel: No! I wanted it clogged!

Well, it counted and just as annoying as a clog, so I'm guessing breaking them works too.

Annnnnd one more. 

This guy watched Aurel clog his sink. With a smile on his face. 

Creepy.

Aurel: You're telling me.

Elsa: Watcher... I feel, like I want to lay down.

Oh no you don't!  You're not even on the property! How am I supposed to move your headstone?

Elsa: Seems like a personal problem to me.


Grim: Huh, not everyday I reap someone off their lot.

So, while I'm spamming both Aurel and Rhys to plead with the reaper, I'm not so silently freaking out. Cause I don't want to not be able to move Elsa's headstone and because I've never had a sim die off of the home lot I didn't wanna chance it.

Thankfully Aurel made it down and was able to plead his case and Elsa was saved.








Having been brought back from death, Elsa was disgustingly happy.

So, I took advantage and used it to work on Rhys and her's slightly deteriorated love bar.

Hey, don't judge, she's been almost permanently attached to her easel.


Reaffirming their love. Woohoo style.

Yes, she got the extremely uncomfortable moodlet afterwards, but it was worth it!






















Till next time!

The Game Trolled Me; 2.1



Welcome back! I've gotten a wee bit ahead of myself, play wise, so expect another update soon.

As you can see, Rhys has brought home yet another promotion! This chapter you're going to see major home reno's.



Aurel has managed to talk Ariel into a promise ring, I can neither confirm or deny rumors of a voodoo doll being used.

Rhys: Someone stole my wedding band!

Mayhaps your son has something to do with it?

Rhys: Nah. 

Keep being blissfully ignorant of his sticky fingers. 


Meanwhile, Raven comes over, bereft that she and Aurel are no longer BFFs.

Aurel: You gotta understand, I have to be BFFs with my girlfriend. She'd suspect things otherwise.

Raven: Hmm.

Ariel: At least he hasn't tied you to a voodoo doll yet. You dodged a bullet in my opinion.


 
Aurel: Ugh, why do you got to be so dramatic Ariel! I only poke you a little bit!

Raven: I've just remembered I have to be someplace else. Now.



*clearsthroat* Now that we've established that Ariel may or may not be in their relationship against her will...

I bring you the next promotion item! Yay Elsa! I also didn't realize the inadvertent funny I made. Her room is blue and most artists go through a 'blue period'.

I suppose I kinda forced it on Elsa.

Also, with promotions and paintings now selling for upwards of 2k a pop, I was able to plop a piano and guitar down. 

No one's touched either -.-


Rhys, however, has been a violin playing maniac (trying to finish the music aspiration) and had a funny glitch.

All right there, Rhys?

Rhys: *whistles* 























Rhys: Perfectly fine!























Rhys: I can cut up food and make my violin hover at the same time. *teehee*

Aurel: Uh, right. Congats?



Aurel: Yo, rents, its almost my birthday.

Elsa: Don't remind me, it's almost mine too.

Rhys: *deadeyestare*


Ariel got summoned again cause Aurel (and I) are bored. 

He wants to become partners in crime. Ariel is pretty okay with it, until Aurel goes overboard with the cackling >_>




Ariel: Er, Aurel, it's not that funny.

Aurel: *cackles manically* 


Ariel: OMP, what did I get sucked in to? *smacks Jack the Skellybear*

Er, Ariel, dear... I think you just proved how much you'll fit in >_> Random bouts of violence is totes the norm around here now that Aurel is Chief of Mischief. 

Another day, another promotion. Rhys has finally completed the Sports Profession as MVP and got this nifty trophy as proof :D


Also, that means a nice chunk of cash and an upgrade. They've made plenty use of the steam room :D

Elsa: One last spin as Adults, dear?

Rhys: One last spin.

Elsa: I don't wanna.

Well, it was either grow old in obscurity or as part of something greater.

Elsa: Doesn't mean I gotta like getting old.

No, but, look what you built. 

Elsa: *sigh* I did good, didn't I?


Yep, now blow those candles out, dearie.

See, even have your lovely, fit husband serenading you.

Elsa: I have to pee.

Welcome to Elderhood Elsa! Still as lovely as ever.

So, here's Elsa's birthday present, a newly upgraded art room to showcase all her promotion items. And yes, Elsa managed to hit the top of the Artist of the Real career! 

On a side note, I am quite in love with how this house has turned out.

Since I'm hoping to throw Aurel into a career that suits him, I'm having him work on his handiness, charisma, and logic... oh and fitness as well.  

Thus, working on the new woodworking table, in the new study.

Aurel: Mmm... Measure once, cut twice? Right?

Sure. Let's see how well that works out for ya.

Aurel: You're an awful watcher, you know that, right?

You haven't died yet, have you?

Aurel: ....

That's what I thought.



Birthday time! Ariel got summoned once again and was persuaded into blowing the candles out. 

Ariel: *sigh* 

Rhys: Heck yea! I'm officially done with this legacy!

Nope, not yet bud. You gotta die now :}


Rhys: Didn't hear you! *toottooooooot*

Ariel:  Gah my ear!


Rhys: What where you saying watcher?

Nothing. You'll find out for yourself soon enough.

Ariel: Hmm. My tastes seem to have matured. I find Aurel dangerously hot now. 

You don't say.

Well, it's officially the end of part 1. Aurel is now a young adult and ready to take over as head of the Legacy :D

Rhys: Finally, some peace.

Ariel: Grow my darling, grow!



And grow he did. Aurel's final trait is Romantic.

Interesting... now he definately is a dark Romeo. Well, a Romeo that likes to pull pranks and gas people, but w/e.


So, you remember in 1.3 when we visited Greyson and his three new kids. Aka, my testing of the samesex pregnancy mod?

Yea. 

I should have tested it a little more.

Aurel: I'm so excited! First woohoo! 

Ariel: Uh, yea! First woohoo! *shiftyeyes*



Excuse me while I cuss and smack my head head.

So, apparently, after a little investigation, I found out that the mod is out of date a little busted. That's alright, I can deal with this.

Aurel: Well, I can't! Fix this!

I honestly thought about it... I considered just saying, screw my self imposed rules since this was a busted mod's doing and moving the extra kid out.

But, then I felt bad. So I'll deal with the consequences and remove the mod.



So, now that Aurel's a YA, it was time for a little more refined look. 

I think it works.

Aurel: Yea, baby. 


Aurel: Oh god, baby!


Ariel: Woot, nooboo!

Oh god... it's official, my game/mod trolled me. We're having two kids this gen.






















Until next time! Thanks for reading!