Same old, same old in Moonlight Bay.
Roman has nearly maxed out his logic, which will fulfill his lifetime wish.
John, whom I really want to die at this point, had a wish to visit the graveyard. Since there’s nothing else to do with him, why not? I’ve also heard it mentioned that visiting the catacombs runs the risk of
I figured, since he has to die sometime, he might as well hold an autograph session.
It was a resounding success.
In no time, Danielle aged up into adulthood.
Since she was determined to be an astronaut, I chose the trait handiness to further her career.
The party continued.
Randy chatted with his son again.
Erika did her homework.
And I made sure she introduced herself to her father. I suppose his hatred of children doesn’t extend to teenagers.
The next day, I had Danielle sign up for the military career track and got her started on her handiness straightaway.
Erika, the bookworm, started her first novel.
Randy had a wish to play a game with his coworker Meagan Marcus.
When they were done, she went into the exercise room and started dancing.
The next morning, on Sunday, Danielle and John generated wishes to go swimming.
And they held a breath contest.
Erika, meanwhile, had a wish to visit the art gallery. Since most everyone was being boring, I followed her there.
She was really psyched to look at the art.
But she thought that statue was just meh.
Since no one was at the art gallery, she painted a bit.
A protest was going on outside city hall. Those Sims really don’t care for llamas.
Then I sent Erika to the library to read a charisma book.
Marion Garnett? Could he be one of Karen’s kids?
Ack! Creepy stalker.
When Erika got back, I checked on the other Sims to see what they were up to.
Danielle was standing over the toilet with the action “dispose”.
Jackie? Noooooo! I’m sorry, Jackie, we should have taken better care of you.
The certificate hallway is now officially all full up.
Randy, at this point, is in his 100s. He’s been alive for six Schreiber generations. So, look at the gardening opportunity he just got.
Thanks, game, for taking so damn long.
I declined it. Omniplant seeds are irrelevant at this point.
Jody Godfrey is trying to remember… something.
Danielle’s career is coming along swimmingly. She gets promoted with stunning regularity, even though she gets stressed out pretty easily; must be her excitable trait.
I sure do love a Sim in uniform.
I got a pop-up saying that Bert Kraft didn’t have much time left. Since it was Kirsten’s day off, she invited him over.
I had Erika do her homework and take a bath after school. Just as I had her geared up to go over and talk to her father one last time, this happened.
So much for that.
The Schreibers had managed to clog the toilet while Danielle and Randy were at work and Roman was sleeping after a long night of hacking. For once, I had them call a repairman.
The repairman showed up and started working on a laptop.
Had a freakout.
And then worked on another laptop.
He fixed the toilet and then left, leaving the two laptops in the dining room.
Once Kirsten became an elder, she started generating cooking-related wishes. First, she wanted to cook three dishes perfectly. Once she did that, she wanted to learn all recipes. Since her cooking level wasn’t maxed out yet, I had her get to work. She made autumn salad, flame fruit pancakes, waffles, fruit parfait, eggs Machivellian, key lime pie, peanut butter and jelly, french toast, life fruit cobbler, dim sum, cookies, cheesesteak, hamburger, ratatouille, grilled cheese, grilled salmon, tri-tip steak, stuffed turkey, and mac and cheese. Only then did she finally max out cooking. I sat her down to read the recipes for angel food cake and ambrosia.
She then wanted to cook five dishes perfectly.
I had put her to work doing that, when this happened.
What the hell? She’s only 90. John, meanwhile, is 112, and Randy is 117. I’ve been tapping my foot waiting for them to die.
Oh well, fine.
After taking her soul, Grim booed Kirsten. Whatever, dude.
Grim was going to read The Noble History of Socks when Kirsten interrupted him to chat.
He then sat down to watch a little TV.
That night, Bert came out to play.
I figured a little ghost-on-ghost action was in order.
But Bert wasn’t in the mood.
He wandered off and took a nap on Roman’s bed.
A few nights later, death took Randy.
Randy is one of my favorite Sims, but it was getting on my nerves how long he was sticking around. He was 121 days old, 21 days older than the first time he died.
Begging? Are you kidding me, Randy? Have you gotten too used to being alive?
Afterwards, Grim checked himself out in the mirror and used the toilet.
And thought about being couch potato.
Oh crap, they’re on to me!
I was determined to make all my alive Sims best friends. At Erika’s birthday party, I had them do just that, while Randy’s ghost kept the guests entertained. Randy is best friends with everybody already.
Kirsten was taking a bath when she suddenly went to the netherworld. She won’t see her daughter age up.
Erika isn’t incredibly skinny, but I’m fine with that outcome. I gave her the final trait, childish.
A clusterfuck of Sims.
The next day, I had Erika join the journalism career track, to fulfill her lifetime wish of becoming a star news anchor.
Then, Roman aged into an elder.
After he aged up, I wanted Erika and Danielle to talk a bit more. I set them to do that, when Erika started walking out the front door. What?
Oh, I see. Danielle magically appeared on top of the swimming pool. I guess she must be the second coming.
Randy was working at the computer when he had a sudden desire to go to the netherworld.
Bye, Randy. Thanks for all the fish.
John got a call while he was swimming. Chatting on the phone and swimming at the same time? Impressive.
I sent John off to do what I hoped would be his last autograph session.
Three Sims cheered simultaneously as he was giving someone else an autograph.
Wow, Mendy is still alive.
Danielle had a wish to hang out with her coworker (or is he her boss?) Everett Nolan.
Much much more.
He’s married, Danielle. I expected better from you.
Being thoroughly fed up with John’s continued existence, I decided to be a meanie.
First, the fireball karma power.
While this was going on, it occurred to me that I really shouldn’t be stressing Danielle out like this while she’s pregnant. I sent her to the salon.
Then, a haunting.
Prepare to be scared, Roman.
John passed out.
And pissed himself.
He was also hungry, but I made him go to work without eating or taking a shower.
I don’t know if my shenanigans had any impact, but that night John finally passed away. He was 123 days old.
John was one of my favorites. Who wouldn’t love their daredevil gay uncle? But I was glad to see him go. It is possible to live too long.
C’mon, John, you’re better than this.
He finished his bath, and then I sent him to the netherworld.
The house is getting mighty empty.
Roman and Grim bonded over being couch potatoes.
I couldn’t resist, one more fireball power.
With the house so empty and quiet, Erika decided to take a new journalism job in Sunset Valley.
Her cousins threw a going away party for her.
Danielle tried to tell Everett about the pregnancy. He was not pleased.
He then saw every attempt by Danielle to flirt with him as awkward.
Since she’s a good Sim, her only option for being mean to him was to tell him she just wanted to be friends.
He didn’t take that well either.
I'm sorry, Danielle.
The party wound down, and it was near time for Erika to go.
Just one more slice of pizza.
With just 16,000 simoleons in her pocket, and her beloved Paddington in hand, she drove away.
Not wanting to be alone in such a huge house, Roman and Danielle downsized. They found a lovely rustic home next to the waterfall.
And life continues.