I’m back. I’m alive. And what used to be daily updates is slowly turning into monthly updates. But
the blog ain’t dead yet, and I swear, if we don’t pass the torch before July, the next spouse is going to be the ugliest Sim ever created.
Having said that, let’s get this gen over with.
Or not, ’cause Blackberry is still only a child, but kay.
One more important thing before the update begins-some things just won’t save? Nutcracker is still there, but he’s in Breeze’s inventory and not on his tree. The jelly bean tree and the levitating bed aren’t here and it turns out that I never actually bought them. What’s even weirder is that the Sims are doing the same things they were doing when I quit the game, so WTH, game?
Our scene opens with Blackberry, who’s currently taking a crash course in torch holdership. Hey, don’t throw that!
I’m really starting to think that a nighttime job wasn’t the best choice for a torch holder-when she finally wakes up, she has about half an hour to clean the house up before she goes to work.
I’d say “what a beautiful and touching scene”, but it’s slowly becoming more and more of a running gag and I’m not sure if I want a running gag yet.
Juni got ’em dance moves.
Dat doe, doe.
Huckleberry! You’re not old enough to drink!
Huckleberry: You can’t tell me what to do.
I decided that the old “Torch Holder, Spouse, Children” style was boring and ugly and had to go. This dialogue style is much simpler and less painful to the eyes.
I don’t even know anymore.
Blackberry rules over this desk with an iron fist, but also with a kind smile.
I was going to comment how cute and little his feet are, but then I realized they were just clipping through the chair ;-;
Oh, shall this bathroom ever be clean.
Juniper, now YOU?!
At least Huckleberry chose pancakes.
Well look at this picture and tell me it isn’t sad.
A man stands in an empty room, surrounded by his broken dreams. His wife as far away as the sun-her beauty blesses his eyes,
and dayum is she hawt, but it’s far away, somewhere in the cold, distant sky. Her goal never will be fulfilled, she’ll never max out three skills, because I gave up on that long ago.
JUNIPER. IF YOU DON’T WASH IT…
You don’t love me.
(How did these puddles even get so far away from the shower?)
Breeze was feeling a bit stressed after work, and what is the best stress reliever?
That’s dedication, guys!
I’ve never actually looked at her face when she was on higher levels.
* Your love for training fills you with DETERMINATION.
My my, why did you stop training so suddenly?
Wait, what? SERIOUSLY BREEZE.
So they had to restore a bit of their old chemistry…
…before Merlot became old.
Happy birthday, Cute Grandpa Merlot!
‘Birthday! Birthday! Merlot’s Birthday!’-yelled the parrot, playing with its toy.
‘Shut up. Why did I even teach you to talk?!’-asked Breeze.
No cheek pinching in this house!
Yooo, classy grandpa!
THIS GIRL IS NEVER AWAKE.
I’m almost as confused as you are right now.
Suddenly, it’s a family reunion.
But Breeze just didn’t make it on time.
Have some eye candy!
And that should be all for today. Stay tuned for the next update, which is, hopefully, coming soon!
Score is still the same.