Sims 4 Legacy Challenge – Four Birthdays and a Funeral

I’ll tell you one thing, life is never boring in the Mirage household.

After the last play session and post, I moved on to the Trips’ birthdays and decided to throw a relatively large bash, at which point I discovered that nobody in the family seems to know any women, or at least not any young ones. (Presumably they’re all busy mobbing Handsome Noble over in Oasis Springs…) The invite list was depressingly full of men and grandmothers, though Baccarat was at least able to invite Stacy Holden, the older woman he’s been hoping to get off with for weeks. There are no romantic interactions when one party is jailbait, sadly — though apparently it’s fine for siblings to get all nasty with each other, and it’s also ok if you’re in the same age bracket. (The incest thing may have been patched. It’s not something I’ve tested out.)

Bacc and Poker bday

Baccarat and Poker age up

Holdem, proud dad that he is, baked a hamburger cake per the trips’ request (health? we don’t need no stinkin’ health!), and they each took turns blowing out the candles and making wishes in order of birth-canal exit. Baccarat went first, followed by Poker, and finally Canasta, who from her grin seemed to think all the men were invited for her (never mind that half of them are family) — and who knows, as events turned out maybe she wasn’t wrong.

Canasta raining menI’m not entirely sure what she saw in the bowl Holdem was using to make the next cake (at 8 cooking skill, he was the caterer for the party), but it can’t have been pleasant.

Candles CanastaSo far, things were as normal as they can get when you’re having a triplets birthday party which — you hope — will end with two of them moving out happily ever after. Poker isn’t romantically-inclined much at this stage and doesn’t really mind where he lives (as long as it’s got gym equipment), but Canasta can’t wait to move out and start her own family (the adult aspiration she got when she aged up to teen).

Speaking of which, adult traits were as follows: Baccarat – Self-Assured (a new one for me); Poker – Glutton (ditt0); Canasta – Bro. So Elise has managed to pass her Bro gene onto two of her children, though admittedly two of them also got Holdem’s Creative leanings (which is now in its third generation).

Anyway, that’s when things started getting a little out of hand. Baccarat FINALLY managed to get Stacy away from where she was making eyes at Ratscrew (who isn’t that way inclined and was a bit bemused by the attention), and one thing fairly rapidly led to another. Baccarat may have trouble making up his various minds — he still doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life other than live off his parents’ inheritance — but once he does decide, he’s inexorable. Stacy didn’t stand a chance.

Baccs first kiss

From first kiss…

...to LURVE ROCKET, baby!

…to LURVE ROCKET, baby!

Especially seeing as God (me) thought she was perfect for the family too. Baccarat did spend some time getting to know her before he made her see stars, and she’s an Art Lover, Music Lover, and Good — hell, it’s like she’s Parcheesi and Gordon rolled into a single package. It’s almost enough to make one wonder what romantic hound-dog Gordon might have gotten up to before (or during!) his marriage to ‘Cheesi… Plus she’s pretty, which is not a bad thing considering the increasing ugly-quotient Baccarat seems to be displaying. Maybe it’s just that he’s always scowling at something.

While Bacs was busy getting it on in the 50,000-mile high club, Canasta was busy finding someone adequate enough to move out with. She didn’t really catch his name (he was someone Poker met somewhere and who got invited to the birthday party to round out the numbers), but he seems nice enough. Or maybe she hit him over the head when nobody was looking.

Canasta finds love

Ohai!

At any rate they also ended up getting it on; and, just like Holdem and Elise, apparently her own bed wasn’t good enough. First time had to be in Mom and Dad’s bed. This is a vaguely disturbing trend in the Mirage children, but since the parental bed is now the $10,000 ultra-comfort-massage-foam-coffee-maker model, maybe it’s understandable. Fortunately nobody walked in on them (this time).

So I’m trying to juggle Baccarat and Canasta getting amorous with relative strangers, and at the same time, Slapjack — for the first time in his already relatively long life — has met SOMEONE ROMANTICALLY INTERESTING TO HIM!11oneone!! This deserves emphasis, since he truly has never shown the slightest interest in anyone. Sadly I apparently didn’t think to get a screenshot of it, but you can just make him out talking to the lady in question in the Baccarat space-lurve shot. She was the hired bartender, and I do hope his relationship with her doesn’t get bug-nixed before I can find out her name and he can make plans to see her again. Like I said, there must be something in the water in this town.

Slaps and bartenderWhile all THAT was going on, right around the time at which Baccarat and Stacy were starting to get to third base (so before the rocket), tragedy struck inside the house. Everyone was busy enjoying their hamburger cake when…

Salmon mousseHoldem noticed at once and is either genuinely sad for the poor lady or worried that she’ll die on his beautiful black-and-white cake (which he made for Ratscrew’s birthday that was planned for the same night but didn’t actually happen). Tanner Aaron is crying like a diva and stepping on her head. Ratscrew just kept munching on his hamburger cake and looking both sad and bemused, and Canasta apparently didn’t see (or want to see) what was going on right behind her while she chatted up whatsisface. In fact, she hustled him into the den right after that for some TV and couch-canoodling.

Holdem tried to plead with Death, once again with absolutely no effect. Mr. Reaper doesn’t much like the Mirages, it seems, though admittedly the deceased wasn’t a member of the family.

Reaper party

…And then everyone went back to socialising as though nothing had happened. Apart from Holdem, who insisted on going out to grieve over a relative stranger every 5 minutes while baking his cakes; I’d placed her gravestone in the family plot, because it seemed rude just to leave her urn in the middle of the kitchen and she didn’t appear to have any relatives present. There seems to be something about cooking that causes Sims to grieve above and beyond the call of duty, to the point where I eventually sent her spirit on just so the guests could get some food made.

Did I mention that Baccarat is like the unstoppable object once he’s decided he wants something? This happened right after they came down from space-sex, which apparently was pretty good (+4 happy mood!) because Stacy accepted at once.

Bacs proposes to Stacy

And that’s where I had to stop. I’d hoped to get Poker and Canasta out of the house by the end of that party (I was sort of figuring Poker would move to wherever Canasta’s going), but one admittedly good woo-hoo in her parents’ bed isn’t quite enough even for Canasta, even if she does really REALLY want to start a family RIGHT NOW. So she and, er, Whatsisface, will have to get to know each other a little better. Tomorrow should work for the move, then.

Baccarat is engaged but fell over asleep before he got a chance to move Stacy in, and Elise put her foot down in any case and insisted on a wedding first. (Not to mention a move-out on Poker and Canasta’s part.) Slapjack met a lovely woman who disappeared while he was taking a leak (the party ended and she went home, and he’d ordered about a dozen Salty Ferrets just so he could keep talking to her), but he’s hoping against hope that he got her digits in his phone before she vanished. Holdem is devotedly mourning someone I’m not sure he even knew, though people keeling over in your kitchen is understandably quite upsetting. And Ratscrew just thinks the cakes were good and that he wants a really, really, really low-key birthday. Maybe no birthday at all, though it would be a shame to waste the 5 cakes sitting in the fridge…

Oh, last but not least, Slapjack painted a picture of a place Sims 3 fans should recognise. I thought that was a cute touch.

Slaps paints Sunset Valley

 

 

Sims 4 Legacy Challenge – Playing The Field

One thing the Mirage boys have aplenty, it seems, is charm — even when they’re insane, apparently.

Baccarat set out for the park to meet some wimmin, and meet some he did… But because the game is doing weird things to my Sims’ relationships — mostly by resetting them to zero, even for people who have lived in the same house for years and chat with each other daily — he can’t even remember the name of the girl he liked best. Bummer.

Weighing options

Choice number two is apparently a bit older than Baccarat (which I cunningly deduced from the fact that she has three traits and so must be at least a young adult), but Bacs has always liked older women so, y’know, it’s cool. Plus she looks SO MUCH like Mom did at that age! Wait, is that weird?

just like elise

Ego: The Final Temptation

Oh dear.

Harb is doing a 20 days of blogging thing which he got from IHTTS, which percolated down along a chain I’m too lazy to list (and I don’t read those blogs, at least not yet*).

My ego finds the idea very interesting. The rest of me is trying to beat it into submission and silence. I still love the idea of blogging, but I’m having a devil of a time finding the time to do it. Add the fact that I’m not really playing any MMOs (or any other game) right now and you get a big fat nothing to write about and very little time in which to write it.

Sometimes Facebook is just easier.

I can’t believe I just wrote that.

And yet my ego wants me to tell you all about myself (again) for no particular reason other than its own pleasure. Perhaps confessing the kinky temptation will make it go away. Thirty lashes for the ego and get back to work, dammit!**

cat-red-dwarf

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*As an aside, the demise of Google reader appears to be spelling the demise of my blog reading. Feedly is okay, but it’s not as clean as Google Reader. There’s also the fact that I don’t have time to read blog posts these days, which might be the more important factor. Still, I don’t like change. Boo hiss. I’ll get used to Feedly but I’ll complain about it first.

**As another aside, one of the characters in a play-by-mail game I ran years ago (or it may have been one I played in) was a Spanish knight called Ivor Hujego. Loved that name. Still do. May have to steal it for a game someday, even if it means I have to transgender it to Iva Hujugo or something.

TSW and Noël

Today I logged back into TSW for the first time in, uh, some months, and it made me wish I hadn’t neglected it so. After some pretty strong disorientation, that is. I always get that going back to games – what’s this skill? How do I do that? Oh crap, the B button isn’t Bags, it’s Browser here (something I remapped immediately). How do I walk and talk, let alone chew gum or kill things?!

Still, it was fun. I instantly spent a bunch of freebie lifetime member points on a snazzy new outfit, then I went off in chase of the End of the World quest, which I’m still working on since walking and talking was proving to be such a challenge. Oh, and because I decided to work on a Blade/AR build I’d been pondering months ago before I stopped playing.

Anyway, it was a day without work, which has been pretty rare of late and thus makes it great and fun by definition. Also it’s Christmas Eve, which rocks, since that’s traditionally when presents are opened in France. One’s Christmas expectations seem to be formed in childhood, so I’ve never really got used to the whole wait-for-Christmas-Day business. Fortunately the spousal unit appears to endorse any option that means opening presents earlier.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Joyful Oh-The-World-Didn’t-End – whatever it is you celebrate or don’t, be nice, be kind, and have fun.

waiting_small

Shocked, not

This just landed in my inbox:

We’ve just made a major change to the business model of The Secret World in that we no longer require a subscription to play, and have instead introduced an optional Membership. As a lifetime subscriber this will only affect you in a positive way, read on for all the changes to our game!

The Grandmaster Pack continues as a powerful and lifelong commitment to the game for those with true dedication, and contains all the benefits given to members and more [etc etc.]

I doubt anyone else in the blogosphere will be surprised. I’m not disappointed, bothered or offended either – when I bought my lifetime sub it was as much to support the idea of the game as to get a lifetime sub, and I was well aware the game would be free-to-play fairly quickly (though I’ll admit, I didn’t think it would be this quickly).

I’ll get a bunch of goodies points and whatnot, which is fine by me since I like fluff and goodies. In fact, that one email was enough to make me bust out the launcher and start the (long and stupidly laborious, with my internet connection) process of getting the game patched and up to date. It’s probably been about 3 months since I last did that, so I should be ready to play around Christmas.

The shiny new feeling of Pandaclysm is wearing off, too, though I’m still having fun there when I have time to play, so maybe I’ll poke my head back into creepy-land and take on a bit more challenge than WoW offers a non-raider.

It’ll go well with the insanely creepy-scary nightmare I had a couple of days ago, about which I will say nothing except “lunch truck full of cannibal kids”. You can imagine the rest for yourself; it was more Stephen King than SAW, but it was still scary enough to make me extremely relieved when I woke myself up from it.

There you go, a little personal anecdote for free. Now back to work for me!

A very merry un-blogday

Whoops. The actual blog ‘birthday’ was a month ago, August 13th. I noted that it was coming up a couple of days before the day itself and meant to do a long and involved post, but in the end Real Life took over and… I didn’t.

TAGN sort of reminded me the other day, because his blog-birthdays can’t be counted on the fingers of one fingerless hand and he posts regularly – more than Syp at the moment, and that’s saying something!

Happy belated also to Harbinger Zero, who I’m pretty sure has almost the same anniversary as me, since we both started blogging through the crazy CoW crew (should that have Ks in it to make it more hip?).

So anyway, I started this blog 4 years ago in honour of Warhammer Online. I’d be happier doing a HBD post-type thing if I’d actually posted much of anything in the last year and a half, but I haven’t and it feels sort of like cheating to claim a blogging year when you didn’t do any blogging.

Nevertheless, I’m not gone yet, this blog isn’t quite dead yet, and I’ve resumed posting, albeit sporadically and without a great deal of content. Thanks to those of you who have stopped by in the last fingers-but-no-thumb set of years.