We made it. We finally made it. This is THE LAST CHAPTER OF GENERATION 5!!!
Zombie: Hello readers and welcome back to the Lemons!
Don’t mock me.
Elise: We should celebrate?
Alaric: What would you propose?
Elisse: A competition of course!
And so they did.
I’ll let you decide who won.
Meanwhile, our little troublemaker was out at the public library.
But something is different this time. She’s actually supposed to be painting here!
Remy: It feels good to get paid for hard work. Actually, it feels really good.
Remy: EVERYONE! I’m holding a public protest against the vilification of artists! Come one and come all! We must protect art!!
She’s got the spirit.
Alana: This reeks of my husbands doing.
We always know.
Remy: Lets get this show on the road!
Tough crowd.
Or so I thought. Suddenly the place was bopping.
Rhyan: Wait… he really showed up?
Kai: No more pain for the painters! Chant with me!
Rhyan: No more… what? Is this seriously happening?
The whole damn town showed up to support Remy and her fight against artist endangerment which might or might not actually exist.
Willow.. seriously?
Willow: Well you made me use my time off to come to this shit, so sue me if I want to take a quick dip.
Willow: I think I’m going to head out. Make sure your sister doesn’t… I don’t know, just watch her alright?
Rhyan: No promises.
Remy: I’m so proud of you all! We will end this reign of terror! Together!
Alana: Maybe you should look at a part time job working for me! We could really use your manipulation skills at the warehouse.
Kai: Honey, NO!
Alana: What, she would be a great asset to our team.
Remy: Sorry ma’am, we already have enough evil in our family. I would rather not work for the cartel.
Alannis: The cartel- Rhyan what is she talking about?
Rhyan: I’M NOT HER BABYSITTER, GOD!
And while Remy basked in her newfound popularity, an idea came to her mind. An evil one.
Remy: Well, it’s not the cartel, or scamming money from rich people like mom does, or even stealing cars like Alaric does.. but it’s honest work.
Remy: TAKE THIS YOU FREAKING NERDS!
Aaand she misses. By a long shot. What’s even happening here, is it going behind you?
Just kidding. Sims physics, lol.
*SPLAT*
That is just disgusting.
Remy: Oh shit.
Silas: What the hell do you think you’re doing? Wait, you’re that kid from down the street! The one I caught trying to spray paint my driveway last week!
Remy: I think I’m going to head out now.
Remy booked it down the street, but couldn’t escape the police fast enough.
Police Officer: Get back here you hoodlum!!
No one can escape the pull of the police. AKA this interaction cannot be deleted. So poor Remy has to run back to the cruiser.
Police Officer: Sorry kid, but law breakers have to ride home in the cruiser.
Remy: Well it was a great drive but it looks like we’re already there!
Officer: Damned kids these days.
Harry: It was YOU? This whole time it was my DAUGHTER?
Remy: What are you talking about?
Harry: You’re the one putting grafitti all over the house, aren’t you? I can’t believe it! I was so confused when my facebook post on neighborhood crime watchers got laughing reactions, NOW I GET IT!
Harry: Go to your room young lady.
Remy: What the hell does facebook have to do with-
Harry: NOW!
Alaric: Cherry red baby. I’m coming back for the Tesla tomorrow.
Good thing your father is too worried about Remy egging the neighbors to realize you stole their car last week, eh?
Alaric: It feels good to be king. That’s all I will say.
Rhyan: That is a really weird outfit for this park, buddy. You don’t really fit the tropical theme.
Bartender: Your personality doesn’t really fit the sunny, nice and warm vibe either.
Rhyan: This is why I don’t go out. A women can’t even enjoy some chicken wings without getting lip.
Rhyan: Actually, this place is so dead I don’t mind it that much.
And so Rhyan danced. By herself.
And when the rest of the family showed up, she didn’t immediately run home. I call this a success.
Painting the beautiful view?
Makes me wish it wasn’t November in Canada right now.
There she goes. She lasted a pretty long time, no complaints here. Definitely didn’t talk to anyone of the opposite sex while she was here. Or even anyone who wasn’t blood related to her.
Rhyan: Too late, you already said this was a win.
Willow: Looks like it’s just you and me, cutie.
Harry: So it seems.
That’s the perfect shot to post on the crime watchers facebook page.
Remy: Call an ambulance, I’m dying!
You’re not dying, you gave yourself food poisoning from that god forsaken ice cream machine. Here’s some wisdom, if its green, it needs to be cleaned. Stupid.
Elise finally graduated 2 years after she finished high school! Congratulations!
Willows limo dropped the first off and proceeded to run through a taxi on its way out.
Willow: Gotta leave with style.
And what the hell are you wearing?
Much better. Where did you even get that outfit.
Rhyan: The dark depths of useless code.
Alaric: Do I have to taste it? Can’t I give it to someone else?
-_-
Rhyan is a simple sim. She works out, she relaxes. Repeat.
Willow is not a simple sim. Although she has reached all of her lifetime goals, she continues to roll more wants. Now she wants to master making potions.
Willow: A scientist must test her experiments.
Willow: I’ve finally done it.
It was only a matter of time.
Willow: DEATH? How does thou takest one so early?
I’m not sure what you’re talking about Mrs. Older Than Dirt.
Willow: Where’s Grimmy? A no show again? That lazy bastard.
Back to your old ways already?
Remy: No way. Ever since I realized I can get paid for doing this, I’m no longer giving my work to the public for free.
Alaric: Have you ladies ever thought of getting another roommate? I’m up for offers.
Girl #1 did not appreciate Alaric talking to Girl #2. I have no worries about his ability to procreate when he moves out.
Willow: I’m just saying, since I got a promotion today I think you should let dear old mom have an hour in the mud bath.
Rhyan: Yea mom, and I’m really impressed, but I have a basketball game tomorrow.
Alaric: Don’t mind me ladies.
Alaric: No mud bath thief here, just coming to roast some broccoli.
Remy: SEGUE. Birthday time.
Remy got the LTW Street Credible, because… what else would she have.
Rhyan: Chocolate cake. I love birthdays.
Elise: You couldn’t have picked an uglier outfit?
Rhyan: You’re going to say something about my white shirt when you’re wearing THAT.
Rhyan: Now that I’m the official matriarch of the house, can I kick her out?
After she earns my points she can go.
HEY! Steal that thing. What even is that?
Alaric: Are you kidding? It’s FLOATING. I’m not putting that in my back pocket. I say no thank you to cancer!
Rhyan went directly over to the stadium to get a job. She then proceeded to play in mud puddles like a child.
And while she giggled in the water… it came to me.
FIRE. So our darling heiress is now a firefighter.
Willow: I just want you to know that I’m not angry about last night, even though you’re a selfish bitch.
Rhyan: Oh what made you decide that? The fact that I learned it from you?
Willow: Listen asshole, I got my promotion and now I think it’s time to celebrate. I want you to help me.
Rhyan: FASTER MOM! FASTER! Do you want that bikini bod or not!
Willow: No pain no gain!
That’s the end of this chapter, fellas! Thanks for stopping by, and I hope you’re all having a good fall so far!
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