Okay, we have one space left. Maybe I’ll let Argon and Kay see their great-grand babies… at least one of them.
Doris: So I don’t understand politics at all… What is up with the speeches they give?
There’s a new Supernatural item whose name I don’t know, because I prefer to call it a Tragic Eight Ball. One of the questions, funnily enough, is ‘should I have children?’ So I’ll have Nickel ask it, and if it says no I’ll have Doris ask it. That way it’s fair to decide who gets to have a kid first.
8 Ball: Yes.
Nickel: Ow! How did I get stung? How do I even feel pain without a body?
The other thing is the jelly bean bush, which can kill a sim, I’m pretty sure. There’s a jelly bean bush ghost, anyway. Therefore, I thought it would be safest if Nickel were the one to try it, being dead and all.
The jelly bean bush is going on time out for now.
YOU CAN GET HUGE THINGS OF MONEY FROM THE CLAW MACHINE. One of the bags was like 8,000 simoleons. And, yes, I say ‘one’ of the bags. This thing is nearly as addictive as a real claw machine. Perhaps moreso because I don’t have to pay to play it.
Which seems obvious now looking at the glowing eyes, but how was I supposed to know whether zombies had glowing eyes or not?
The key word here is ‘attempt’.
Nickel and Casper were the first to get through the crowds to the wedding arch, and at first I thought they’d gotten married without the animation. I mean, the hearts fell down and the music played while Casper was standing there, and Nickel popped out straight from nowhere.
Casper: I have to pee.
Notice Nickel and Casper saying their vows, completely unaware of poor Heather’s demise.
Notice the hearts pouring down from the wrong arch, because apparently double weddings screw things over.
Death: So you’re a zombie vampire ghost.
And then they had the longest ‘get in the grave’ staring contest I’ve ever seen. I’m keeping this ghost, by the way. Zombie vampires for the win.
Death: That’s fine. Your husband can’t wait for you to join him again.
Vanadium: That is as heartwarming as it is morbid.
Zombie: This glass door is blocking my way!
This bodes well for the zombie apocalypse. I mean for, like, the survival of the human race through the zombie apocalypse. It bodes poorly for the zombie side.