2.5 The Dead Undead

Howdy ya’ll! I’ve got a chapter ready for your eyeballs today.

Last time we left off, the family moved to Lucky Palms, Tammi had the first child of Generation 3, Niall, and Tammi and Eli got engaged.

Jace: Cute baby. Wish I could have one…

Shut up and get back to work and maybe one day you can.

Jace: Sigh.

Father daughter bonding?

Tammi: Did you hear that we’re getting married?

Nicole: Let’s worry about the kids’ birthday first.

Three days went by fast.

Tammi: That cake is fascinating.

Eli: WHOO!!!

Tammi: Don’t worry, son. I will protect you while you do your sparkly jiggle dance!

Isaac: I FORGOT WHERE THE STAIRS WERE.

It’s a wonder you grew up at all in this environment.

Eli: OH GOD WHAT’S THAT?!

Niall: *Gasp*

Eli: It’s the claaaaawww!

Eli: Is this healthy? Is my son going to catch some disease from pooping in this baby toilet so close to the adult toilet monstrosity?

If he does it’s your fault for not cleaning it.

Eli: We’ll just keep his pants on. For safety reasons.

The new nursery.

And again. Looks pretty good.

Nicole loves Niall. She spends all her time with him.

Nicole: No you idiot, the other hole.

Offend then cuddle. A good way to keep friends, I suppose.

Our founder still loves his wife even though she got old a wrinkly and he stayed a hot young adult. Minus the continual smell of burning flesh, he was a catch.

Nicole: I have suddenly been halted from my cake eating. What is this sorcery?

Nicole: Oh tits, am I dying?

Nicole: Lol, he’s so dramatic. You’re still mad about me bringing Isaac back to life, aren’t you?

Grim: Shut up woman, and be ready to face your death. In the foyer. It’s too cramped in here for a speech about your eternal torment.

Jace: I HEARD A COMMOTION. MOM? MOM, ARE YOU DYING?

Grim: Wow, these kids are dumb.

Jace: I’m a genius, idiot.

Grim: Your father is supposedly a genius as well, but he died in a cake fire. So…

Eli: Oh MOM! *sobs*

Nicole: Shut up, Eli. You’re annoying me in my last minutes.

Nicole: *Drops to the floor dramatically* OH DEATH, HAVE MERCY. IT IS NOT AS IF I HAVE LIVED A FULL LIFE, FULFILLING MY LIFETIME WISH AND RAISING SIX KIDS.

Grim: Stop with the sarcasm and get in the ground.

Nicole: Alright, see ya fam.

RIP, Nicoletta Lemons. She was the best mate I could have chosen. She earned a total of 4 points for the family all by herself, because Isaac’s untimely death made it impossible for him to earn any.

Tammi: Did you REALLY just miss taking pictures of our wedding?

… nooooo…

Eli: I’m too happy to care. Just ignore her.

Tammi: She only ignores us when something interesting happens!

Listen, I was busy trying to get Jace to take good pictures! Stop judging me. I’m a good legacy writer -_-

Here, see! I also got Tammi’s portrait done.

Eli: Since mom’s dead, I’m going to have to teach you myself. Why the heck can’t you just float?

Because for starters, he’s not a ghost you dummy.

Tammi: So I know you’ve been freaked out since I heart farted you  that one day, but I promise I will never flirt. I can’t control these things!

Don’t forget he farted you back. And now that Nicole’s dead, who know’s what he will do.

Right on cue.

Nicole: He wont be doing anything! He’s mine, even after he comes back to the underworld.

I finished the upstairs bathroom. Now Niall wont catch any diseases in his own home!

Jace: She says that yet the downstairs bathroom is just as disgusting.

Gosh DANGIT.

This is the master bathroom.

Awhhh, cute baby. I can’t decide if he looks like Tammi or Eli.

Niall: No matter what, I’m adorable.

Agreed.

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Hrmm, what’s going on here? Are you two up to something?

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Tammi: Yes, it’s called taking a nap.

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Tammi: Hush child, mommy is tired.

Niall: The Hand decides who hushes, and I’m the favorite. So no can do.

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Isaac: *sob* Our lizard DIED!

Oh:( Rip Solomon.

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I finished the dining room to work of the depression from Solomon’s death. They wanted to cry more over that stupid lizard than they did Nicole.

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Tammi: I have been awoken from my rest.

You weren’t just napping, you liar.

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Tammi: Awh, I’m pregnant. And starving.

Go figure.

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Eli: Time to read up on how to properly raise a child.

Aren’t you raising a child right now?

Eli: Well, do you think I’m doing it properly?

Lol, properly. Your family doesn’t know the meaning of properly.

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Tammi: Cash cash money.

Shut up and eat your apples.

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Tammi: This apple? Will do boss.

Both Tammi and Eli rolled a wish for another boy. So I went ahead and let Tammi buy some apples. Why the heck not.

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I also spotted this really cute kid while she was out. Lucky Palms has spawned some really cute kids. Niall has options.

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And when he finally starts pooping in a real potty, he can invest in them.

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Isaac: I’m here to be your friend.

Isaac don’t be weird. I’m trying to give you a life again.

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Old woman: You ever looked through a telescope at the Big Spoon?

Isaac: Why do I have to talk to the old women? Can’t I hang out with some hot young girls?

Ew, no. You’re 1oo. It doesn’t matter if you look it or not.

Isaac: It definitely matters.

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So instead of trying to make new friends, I sent Isaac to his daughter’s house. This little kid is Jeb, Louisa’s son.

And that’s Louisa in the background, in dear need of an adult makeover.

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There you go.

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Isaac: I’m still confused to this day where you got your blond hair since it doesn’t match mine.

Louisa: Sims genetics dad.
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Niall: Get me the FREAK out of here!

Good golly kid, chill.

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Tammi: Isn’t this chapter getting a little long?

Shut up and wobble along. It’s almost over.

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Okay WHAT? You’re dead!?

Nicole: Yes, UNdead. *snickers*

This is impossible, but I was way too afraid to delete her. I didn’t want to mess anything up. So I just left it alone.

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Tammi: I’m STARVING.

All you do when you’re pregnant is starve.

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Tammi: Well, here’s a new one. I’m in labor.

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Lennon Lemons was born Loner and Perceptive. His favorites are Beach Party, Cheese steak, and Turquoise.

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Eli: Wow Lennon, you’re already famous. Look at this crowd.

Tammi: I think the shift has just changed, honey.

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What’s wrong with this picture?

Eli: I’m starving?

No that’s definitely not it.

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It’s a CARBON COPY of TAMMI. And she’s PREGNANT. WTF GAME?

So it was then that I realized in the move, story progression had somehow left a copy of the family running around. I deleted them all with Master Controller and that settles that. It was still very hilarious seeing Nicole as a zombie after her death, and Tammi break the space-time continuum by showing herself pre-birth when real Tammi had just given birth.

That’s all for this chapter. It’s a LONG one. I hope you guys don’t mind. I’m trying to catch up a little bit, because I find that when I get behind in writing I forget all of the commentary I was going to put with the pictures and it becomes really hard and boring to write. Thanks for reading! I appreciate all of you guys who have been following my blog and liking my updates. You guys are super cool:)