Last time, Vanny tried doing reporter stuff and it wasn’t working out for her. This time… different things.
Doo doo doo. Just working on a relationship to bring the imaginary friend to life. Since there’s no real place to put it, I’m just going to go right out and say that the way that Nickel’s voice echoes is flipping awesome.
Iron: But I always end up poking myself in the eye… or tripping and having the toothbrush lodged in my throat.
Nickel: It’s not my fault he’s a big DOODY HEAD.
Vanadium was going to the town hall to sue for slander because the occult she was woohooing was her DAMN HUSBAND YOU BIGOTED JERKS. This problem will only get worse in Supernatural where every sim is going to be, like, a fairy or something.
The main focus of this picture is the speech bubble in the corner though. That’s nice, Nickel. Really nice. It says ‘my dad likes to fart!’ if you can’t read it.
I’m too lazy to crop these pictures right now.
Apparently the pools in the afterlife are better than the ones in the mortal realm, because the pool in front of the house destroyed Phosphorus’s body.
Phosphorus: I”m going to go play with the computer instead.
Thanks for waking everyone up, Nitrogen. I’m pretty sure this was a school night, too.
Argon: Coward trait… activating…
And there’s at least one (besides Nickel) that’s not in the room.
Lithium: I feel like I’m lighter than air!
You probably are.
Cobalt went home with a friend after school the next day. What’s her name? I don’t know.
Dad: Because townie sims are required by contract to keep their houses furnished exactly as they got them.
Girl: Because Cobalt stole my desk.
Cobalt: Then once they’re all dead, we flatten the cities and use that space for farming, thus solving world hunger. This sort of problem is amazingly easy to fix if you have no regard for human life.
Cat: I like how this girl thinks.
Cobalt: A+ on my world hunger report for sure!
Cobalt: Now when you become a teen you’ll still be flat-chested, and boys will want to date me instead.
Girl: *is in too much pain from internal bleeding to speak*
Argon: So what you want to do is get big piles of money. It doesn’t really matter what you do as long as you make the family rich… er. Richer.
If you weren’t a ghost, I’d be really concerned about this.
Doris: Ew, my sort of boyfriend’s ghost dad!
Danny: Bitch I will haunt your ass.
But really, if they were outside the whole family would probably have negative reactions because heaven forbid we have any displays of affection.
She’s also apparently the only kid to inherit dark hair.
Nickel: I can’t get to the mirror!!!
And Cobalt rolled star-quality. I think both of the twins have a pretty good mix of genetics. Everyone has a way to go before they become adults though so the heir poll isn’t going to be put up *just* yet.
It’s not like he’s not going to be coming back. Almost every night.
Casper: This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill — the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill — you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
Nickel: Are you on drugs or something? Imaginary drugs?
Next time… oh my god did Argon DIE? I don’t even know at this point.