I’m back! I think!
A lot of shit has went down since May and I promise I have good reasons for being MIA for a few months. For starters, I moved to a new country. My old PC died in the move, so I have a brand new beautiful monster to run my game on. BUT it also broke a few of my game files and mods (of freaking course) and because of that I kinda got suuuper pissed and didn’t open my game for a few months.
FINALLY I decided to get my shit together and fix my game. VIOLA, here we are! These screenshots are from MONTHS ago, but this is the last chapter from my old PC! Gen 6, here we come!
Oh yea, I still haven’t announced who the Gen 6 heir is.
Remy: Did someone say heir?
Don’t get your hopes up, you little Willow look-a-like you. It’s actually your twin sister!
Remy: Guess I’m going back to sleep then.
Rhyan: Oh shit. Does that mean I have to live here with these people for the rest of my life?
We know that if you had it your way you would be a hermit living on a forgotten island. Sadly, you and your sister tied. And since you escaped the Willow/Sarah face clone effect, you were chosen.
Harry: I couldn’t care less who was chosen, as long as it means I’ll be able to stop playing this godforsaken game one day.
Oh-hoh there, don’t get ahead of yourself! You’ve still got a lifetime wish to complete! Continue on, young knight!
Harry: Getting older by the second.
I highly regret getting the family that teleportation pad. Now Willow thinks its socially acceptable to show up to a school event in her underwear.
Willow: This is fine silk, thank you very much.
I can hardly keep up with these crazy high school shenanigans! Homework again? You’re blowing me away with you entertainment value.
Remy: Since I’m now going to be kicked out of the house as soon as I age up, I decided it was in my best interest to learn some life skills.
Rhyan: I’m just trying to get you to leave me alone for five minutes.
She’s on the move!
Rhyan: Damn it.
Rhyan: GAH can’t you see I’m trying to run here!? You’re stressing me out with all of the camera flashes and notes. Can’t you please give Remy reconstructive surgery and kick me out?
I’m going to have to save all of my reconstructive surgery money for your face. You seem to like smashing it into the treadmill.
Rhyan and Alaric should have been twins. Don’t believe me?
What did I tell you?
Alaric: Say sis, are your toes stuck together like this too?
Rhyan: That’s the evil gene in you. Screws up your genetics.
Alannis is the only kid this generation that doesn’t have some sort of chip on her shoulder. Alaric’s an evil klepto, Elise is nuts, Remy feels a great desire to fight the power and spray paint the town with radical ideas, and Rhyan is just an antisocial penis head. Why couldn’t you be my heir?
Alannis: Your favorite hasn’t won a heir poll since Generation 2. How long ago was that now? 4 years?
I’d rather not bring up my failures at completing this legacy.
Remy: Birthday time already? My parents are going to die of old age before I can even move out.
Harry: One, two three, four…
Harry: I’ve still got all ten fingers!
I wasn’t worried. You can still play chess with nine.
Elise: Have you noticed all of the fish in the hot tub?
Rhyan: I- what?
Elise: I think Alannis is putting them in there! Where do you think all the fish she catches go? We don’t have an aquarium OR a pool. They must live in the hot tub.
The shirt says it all.
Rhyan: We’re from the same bloodline?
If this surprises you then you must not know much about your family history.
Harry: BABE! Where’d you go??
Willow: Do you hear something? The echo in this house, I tell ya! Anyways, how about that 50$?
Harry queued up to woohoo with Willow… she quickly ran down the stairs to socialize with yet another chess participant.
Harry: BAM CHECKMATE! Now get out of my house!
Chess Opponent: Wow, no after defeat coffee?
Harry: Hold that thought, this would be an amazing picture.
I thought after you completed your LTW that you would never play chess again?
Harry: It’s fun again now that I don’t HAVE to do it.
In this family, we do nothing for fun! Mastered and onto the next!
Harry: I’m a chess legend, not a damn chemist.
Little do you know.
Toilet: *Screams in toilet water*
Elise: It wasn’t me.
Have no fear, young sim! Behold a new invention meant for toilet fixing! Just chug and plunge!
Elise: Are you sure it’s not meant to go down the drain?
I hope you’re talking about your mouth drain!
Elise: Someone toss me a plunger, I’m feeling handsy!
You mean ‘handy’
Elise: Nope!
Elise: *Forcefully shoves plunger into toilet*
Elise: And that’s how you please a man- I meant CAN!
When I told you guys to go to the park, I thought you would use common sense and put on a jacket.
Remy: Gotta soak up the outdoors!
Alaric: Hypothermia. She meant soak up the hypothermia.
Whose that grouchy ass fucker in the background.
Oh! Of course! It’s our beautiful heiress!
Rhyan: I’m starving and I had big plans to talk dad into making me dinner tonight. All ruined now. Even if I left for home ASAP I wouldn’t get there until nine.
Yeaaa, Bridgeport is a little broken when it comes to transportation.
That frozen stump is a toddler.
Toddler: HEEELP!
Wait, there are more pressing matters.
Nachos with a fork?
Rhyan: Fight the power.
Remy: Throw it, ya skinny dweeb!
Alaric: Satan, please lead this snowball directly into her nose.
Remy: My freaking fingers! Maybe three hours without snow gear is too long!
Huh, who knew?!
Rhyan: Why are you always here to take pictures of me when I fall on my ass?
It’s my specialty!
Lucky you! I just happened to come check on you, and just in time to make sure you don’t freeze to death! Freaking idiot.
Willow: Just hanging out with my dead ancestors.
Seems like you’re looking to join them.
Willow: Perhaps.
Christian: *Hacking cough* Hi Alannis!
Alannis: What the frick?
And this is why you don’t pick your dates from Simdr. Christian is a fully grown man inviting a teenager to meet him at the junk yard at midnight. Alannis is a smart cookie.
Cop: What are you two doing out so late at night?
Christian: Oh shit the cops! I’ve gotta bounce!
Alannis: Are you KIDDING ME!
So Alannis got arrested and escorted home by the police officer that SAVED HER LIFE.
Willow: What the HELL are you doing running around in the middle of the night without telling me or your father where you’re going?
Alannis: Chill mom! It’s a Friday night!
Willow: Why can’t you be more like your brother?
Alannis: Evil or lazy?
Willow: GO TO YOUR ROOM.
Okay Elise, get out of the snow it’s your birthday.
Elise: SPARKLES ARE TAKING OVER MY HUMAN FORM!
I chose Illustrious Author for Elise’s LTW and her final trait is Snob.
Elise: Is this dress Gucci or Fendi? And yes it matters.
Neither of her sisters are here for this shit.
Alannis: I can’t stand to be here any longer. I’m leaving, they can’t stop me!
Willow: Listen kiddo, you’re off the hook. All you have to do is bake me some pancakes and you’re free to go.
Alannis: But I don’t know how to bake.
Willow: And I don’t know why you decided to meet a child predator at a junkyard so I guess we’re both going to have to figure some things out.
What are you seeing? Your grandchildren? The fate of your heiress and children?
Willow: NOOOO!
What is it??
Willow: It’s my birthday today! I’m going to be old. *Sobs*
I’m not really surprised that this is where your priorities lie.
Willow: Girls… where is your father.
Alannis: DADDD! Better trot on over, mothers about to blow a gasket!
Here he is! The love of your life.
Harry: Heheheh! You’re going to be old and wrinkly!
Willow: No! Not wrinkles! Just kill me!
Say cheese old lady! Don’t worry, you’re still a hottie.
Willow: Is this the end yet?
It sure is! Next time on the Lemons, the family moves! See you then!
Life's Lemons 