Day 29
Before we get started, I have some sad news. Due to GIIRyudo's pregnancy, and in order to apparently avoid overpopulating the lot, it is prohibiting me from splicing our special guest into the household. Guess I should've dedicated more resources to building farms. So, I am going to have to hold off on any resurrection efforts. Otik, I'm sorry man! I burned that fucker through college and put up with god damn near three weeks of him toiling away at his job until he finally earned the reward. He even LOST the fucking job at one point due to a fucked up chance card, and I had to re-get it for him.
Mary, Mary quite contrary how doth your drug crop grow.
That's either a very pregnant man wailing away on a gee-tar, or any given lead guitarist in a Grateful Dead pick-up covertunes band.
Now, for the status check that I know you all care dearly about...
As you can see, Death Toilet Sr. is alive and well.
Duey tends to his crops, and somewhere a right-wing demagogue feels the sudden urge to rail against the homosexual pot smoking hippie communist anti-Christian agenda.
Right here is where I threw on The Doors. May as well twist the thorn.
Holy shit. I guess transitioning the directory from the old computer to the new computer reset the front yard's enormous weed problem.
Fucking word. THAT is pregnant.
And shortly afterwards, with a shrill cry of AAAIIiiieeeee!..
It begins...
wait what
Ok, so I count 1 baby. Maybe the game can't cou
Ok so that's how twins work. One normal cutscene, then the second one just sort of *bamf* and it's there.
I'm on short notice and I never really plugged anyone for names. So this is how it will work.
I picked the names I did on two factors. First, I picked NMR because he's replied the most to this thread. I've had less support from briefs. And then, a random 'let's throw a penny at the monitor of people who've posted in the thread, and see whose name the monitor takes the scuff on' selection process.
I've no idea if Cyrai's really a girl or not. Or if NMR's a dude. But there we have it.
At any rate, welcome to the family, kids!
Everyone crowds in to look at the new editions.
Amidst the giant shooing-fest of sims telling eachother to get the fuck out of eachothers' way, Duey snaps up NMR to presumably begin the 'Gay is Okay!' conditioning.
IT BEGINS ANEW
QUALITY PARENTING
*sigh*
"I wil love you and hold you and hug you and squeeze you and teach you about bathing this world in the cleansing fires of the great Vorx fleet and preparing the way of ascention for our superior genome..."
She proceeded to change both the kids' diapers.
Let the good times roll. On the kitchen floor. And then start decaying.
And ObMeiste again being the adequate parent he wasn't for his own son.
At 6pm I got a massive notice that everyone is going to get old in exactly 24 hours. THAT will be a hell of a day. I'll be sure to not let anyone go to work that has a job.
This must be some sort of Sims post-partum pseudodepression. He's been standing there and staring at the phone since he finished feeding the baby around four sim hours ago.
She's all over this 'take care of the babies' thing.
Rathen, as usual, bawls on like a bitch about something spontaneously.
Oh hell. Now Etcha joins the 'randomly crying' crowd.
Oh hey it's midnight.