So, I’ve been away a while because of prom, a play, a trip to Disney, AP testing, and finals (the last of which are still coming up). The legacy had its anniversary on the 7th, so here’s a very long chapter to make up for everything.
Last time, Kay woohooed in the theater, and now we must wait to see if she is pregnant.
All of my sims insist on making their own meals, even if there is a perfectly good plate of hot dogs already there and they’re making hot dogs…
Phosphorus: Hey, my hot dogs are made with LOVE.
Binky is still alive, somehow. It’s kind of funny how the oldest sims are the ones who do backflips and stuff on the trampoline.
Argon goes to the park to find a guy. Instead, she started cooking hot dogs and forgot about them as soon as someone pulled out a picnic basket.
Hey. Hey Hannah. Quit enabling Argon. She needs to learn not to leave food cooking. Hey. Hey.
Phosphorus and Merlot still in love. ❤
Why is Argon in a police uniform?
Argon: I like to play pretend.
Does this mean a baby is on the way?
This is Argon’s work outfit, apparently.
Argon: I wear a beret now. Berets are cool.
Merlot: I need to use the bathroom.
Kay: Sorry dad. I can’t move because…
Cal: You know you really shouldn’t leave your food on the stove.
Argon: I was coming back for it!
Argon: *quick costume change* Yeah Cal! Make room for the next generation!
Calcium rolled the vegetarian trait.
I’d like to take this opportunity to say I like how non-vegetarians can now make vegetarian food options, although it makes it a little weird because now a sim that’s not a vegetarian can have tofu cheesesteak as a favorite food.
STOP EATING IN THE DEAD PEOPLE ROOM, GUYS.
Argon: Guess what. I’m pregnant too.
Argon: Billie likes playing pretend in the theater too. Does that mean me and Kay are having twins?
Argon: But it does mean I have to sleep in Cal’s old bed.
Argon: To fool the nargles, silly.
My priorities are completely in order. No matter how many glitches my game might get, I’ve always kept the eyepatch.
Nitrogen: Come on, squirrel! Stop fighting! The objective says I need to get you to befriend a bear…
The body count for the Sim Animals game is high.
Kay: When did Argon get back in her own bed?
I have no idea.
Kay: Oh well. Double baby shower time!
I sent Argon to play chess with Theodore while I waited for the party to start. Forgot she was afraid. Oops.
Cal is the first guest to show up.
Phosphorus: I didn’t have time to tell you how great it is that you’re a vegetarian.
Cal: Yeah, I got the old cake & leave routine…
Even though the game is dumb and we have no portraits of older spouses, I’ll start making portraits starting with Kay.
Skip: Oh shoot, she’s pregnant. Dad is going to kill me!
Flat Broke: Looks like my son knocked that girl up. Time to kill him.
Quick! Everyone think of Kay!
The house is devided into Pro-Kay and Anti-Kay factions.
Phosphorus: How dare you become a single mother, Kay! Our family might have a history of adultery and alcoholism, but we used to have some standards, at least. Mendeleevs don’t have children out of wedlock.
Kay: Well, Great-Aunt Mulan…
Isn’t technically in the bloodline.
Argon: The best part about pizza is that we don’t have dirty dishes to clean up.
Phosphorus: I feel conflicted about that statement.
Everyone: Person person minus MINUS.
Is it a game mechanic where no one likes to see family members with romantic interests? Is there a strict no PDA sentiment in the sims?
Kay: Awesome party, verging on epic. No party is complete without scandal.
Kay: Time to celebrate with ALCOHOL.
Phosphorus: *beeline to bar*
Phosphorus: Some people say pregnant women shouldn’t drink, but I drank when I was pregnant with you and everything turned out fine! Well, Argon’s a little odd, but still…
Alcoholism is influenced by genetics!
Both of the girls went to the spa, and I found Sulfur and Chlorine hanging out in front.
Lithium: How do you even stay alive for so long? Shouldn’t you be dead by now?
Binky: I know! I’ve tried backflips off the trampoline, impaling myself on a table… nothing!
Phosphorus: Kay! I just realized… your sister is ALSO pregnant.
Kay: Wow mom…
Later that night…
Kay goes into labor.
Argon: Oh my god, oh my god… do I have to do that TOO?
Argon: I’ll have a little snack and take you STRAIGHT to the hospital.
Kay: I will KILL YOU.
Meet baby Scandium, disciplined and friendly.
Cell phones ruin every Sims moment.
And baby Titanium! Mix-gender twins! Titanium is a good genius… I think.
Great-grandfather with his great-granddaughter. If Phosphorus or Merlot were there, we’d have FOUR living generations in one picture.
Next time: How long will Binky hold on? Will Argon have a boy or a girl? Are these rhetorical questions really necessary at the end of a chapter?