(snickers) She looks like a monkey.
Alexandria: I'M IN LABOR DON'T MAKE FUN OF ME!
Oh, well then. Let's move on from Cranky here.
Alexandria: I-
Because the labor process is so long and boring, I usually switch to a different character and play with them until the pop-up asks me to name the baby. As I played with Atalanta, Alexandria and Hunter had apparently taken themselves to the hospital. They emerged with a baby boy.
I named him "Boy" so everyone could cast their votes on what he really should be named. But then, back at home, tragety struck!
I had (quite stupidly) placed Boy's crib right next to the stove and...well, it didn't go well. No one got there in time.
Well, I thought, not a HUGE loss. We didn't even know Boy that well yet. But then Alexandria had her birthday. Her ELDER birthday.
NO NO NO WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TURN OLD?!
Alexandria: Well thanks for putting it so nicely.
Oh, sorry. I didn't mean it like THAT, just that you and Hunter were so good-looking, I was looking foreward to seeing what your offsprink came out to be! AND NOW YOU CAN'T HAVE A CHILD.
We had to resort to adopting. Meet Fiona Pride!
Well, I got lucky with adoption AGAIN! She's adorable! We got her as a child, but her child and teen years were REALLY boring. And I'm impatient. So.
Fiona: Well, thanks for cutting out most of my life!
Well, sor-ree! You have the biggest role in the Prides history since Aleena! Even bigger! I didn't want to wait!
Fiona: Oh. Well never mind then.
What do I mean by "biggest role in the Prides history"? Because I have invented a challenge. I know, we just DID a challenge with Aleena. but this one, I made up. Here's how it rules out:
1. Move Fiona to an empty lot with only 300 simoleons
2. Reach 500,000 simoleons (like at The Splines, but this is harder because of the catch, so instead of 1 million it's 500,000)
3. THE CATCH: THE SIMS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO GET REAL JOBS! For example, they cannot be a scientist or teacher. They can't work at a job that pays them regularly. They can only do things like paint, write, fish, etc. It is actually harder than I thought it would be to make money.
So I moved Fiona out on her own on an empty lot. With the 300 simoleons, Fiona was able to afford a bench (cheapest sleeping option) and a bookshelf.
She first went to the library (the nearest place with a computer) to start on a book and "solve the unsolvable" (which comes with the Genius trait, one of my personal favorites).
(she can make extra money that way)
Fiona: Shut up, I'm concentrating.
No. Concentrate on your own time.
Fiona: This is my own time.
No, this is my time.
Then she took a shower there.
Fiona: Doodledog! THAT IS INCREADIBLY EMBARRASSING.
Um, yeah, I don't care.
Then she went home and read. (She's a bookworm)
Fiona: Do they really need to know that?
YES, YES THEY DO, THEY NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE THE ONLY CURRENT CHARACTER ON THE BLOG.
*ahem* Moving on. Then she got tired and went to sleep.
Fiona: Ugh, shut up, I'm sleeping.
Don't tell me what to do. Sleep on your own time.
Fiona: I-
The next morning, she had an early breakfast at the junkyard. (Ok, seriously, why would you put a fridge in a junkyard? WHO WOULD WANT TO EAT AT A JUNKYARD!!!!!)
But she was still tired after that, so she used the couch there.
Fiona: *grumble* It's a good think I"m not a Light Sleeper.
Yes, you're welcome :)
Now, back to the library to work on her book!
Oh! Look who came to visit the library!
Atalanta: WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU SO CLOSE?!
Well, excuse me! I USED TO CONTROL YOU!!!
Atalanta: Oh. Sorry about that.
Um, yeah, I'm just going to leave it at that.
