Generation 2: Kyung-Soon's Revenge - Part Three

Hooray, the twins are now teens and somewhat easier to tell apart. Why? Because they've finally realized that being unique is pretty cool. They grew up into different clothes.

First we have Jake Dual, who is a Romance sim hoping to reach top of Music career. He's the sloppy one and quite possibly hiding in the closet.

Jake: 'Tch, tch! It isn't nice to make accusations.'

Truth hurts, pal. You're the fruitiest would-be Criminal Mastermind of them all! Unless we have you break Law, that is.

And here's our heir for generation three, Julian. He's a Popularity sim looking forward to becoming a Hall of Famer. Sorry, dude, but I'm training you for Science. Your wife will break Military.

Julian: '...Wife? But I'm barely sixteen!'

Fine, fine... we could wait... and VB could breed you with someone ugly!

Julian: 'Er, nevermind, then... carry on...'

Artanis was kind enough to DESTROY the bed downstairs, leaving poor Julian to clean up the mess. Well, he is a neat freak...

Now the ghosts are going to be angry. But I'm glad to have freed up the space. They were already angry anyway.

Julian: 'You are very lovely, but I have to warn you... we're cursed.'

Julian! What are you doing? Dagmar is to be your intended. Don't scare her off with silly rumors. There's no curse...

Julian: 'But there is! My grandmother, Kyung-Soon, has sworn her revenge on the whole family! None will rest until we are all dead or we give up!'

Are you trying to ruin the challenge? Shut your trap with that nonsense!

Dagmar: 'Uh, look... anything is better than the zombies I've got to hack through to deliver the daily mail. I live in a cave, for Wright's sake!'

See, Julian... she doesn't care. So stop all this nattering about death and curses before people think you've gone crazy!

Julian: 'Gah! Mother!!! Why??'

Eris: 'No more heirs! You cannot be heir!'

Julian: 'That's the fourth time tonight... I'm so hungry, stinky, mentally anguished, and exhausted! I can't live through another scare.'

Then hurry upstairs, you ninny! It is safe up there! I won't lose another sim, grrr... hurry up!

Jake: 'Excellent, mother. Soon, our plan will come to fruition. My dearest brother Julian won't know what hit him!'

Jake! You sneaky little... how could you!? Julian is your own brother, your twin!

Jake: 'Quite simple, controller. I should be heir, not him. I am the stronger one! Plus, have you seen what he wears? Teal and green do not match!'

((facepalm)) Oh, Jake... what am I going to do with you? I hope you don't think I'm going to let this go, because I'm not. Julian is heir, deal with it. At least this means you don't have to marry a woman... hee hee hee!

Finally! Phoebe gets promoted to Mayor of Fallout Springs and subsequently breaks the politics restriction. No more building limitations, woohoo! Now if only we could move the beds...

Phoebe: 'Hey, don't look at me. I'm the Mayor not the Incredible Hulk!'

With no building restrictions I immediately built a little place for the cats. I plopped down a shoddy little dog house and had them try for kittens. Yay, kittens! I assume VB will change the house to his liking now that we can actually build. Just can't move 2 tile objects! Too bad Athletic isn't more important so we could feel compelled to break it sooner.

Of course, we could just let the cats tear up those 'annoying' objects...

While the cats were gettin' it on... Jake started a fire.

Julian: 'He's trying to kill me!'

No, no, Julian. You're delusional. Gavin! Put down that stupid lobster and do something!

Gavin: 'Why? We've got a fire alarm now. They're en route!'

Sigh... you are useless!! All you do is dance around in your underwear, which causes severe mental scarring for the poor cats!

Gavin: 'I do not!'

Yes, yes you do. See? Look, that's you. And there are the cats. It is like a car wreck to them... they just can't look away! What's with the fruity boxers--literally--anyway?

Gavin: '...Is there no privacy in this house?!'

Nope.

Phoebe: 'What are you screaming about? Can't you see I'm trying to sleep!'

Gavin: 'G-G-Ghoooost!!!'

Yes, Gavin. There have been ghosts for awhile now, remember? Especially Eris. She's been haunting up a storm. I think Kyung-Soon is on vacation. Go to bed and stop waking Phoebe up with your girly screams!

Gavin: 'And here I thought females were supposed to be the 'sensitive' ones concerned with other people's feelings!'

Phoebe: 'Not under post-apocalyptic standards... now shuddap! I can't hear the mailbox talking to me over your sissy screams.'

There's a whole lot of hostility going around in this house lately. Gandalf, for some reason, felt compelled to attack poor Artanis! I felt so bad. She's a pregnant kitty, that's not cool! Bad Gandalf!!

Artanis gave birth later that night after coming home from work. Two kittens! They look exactly the same so far, one boy and a girl. I named them Arwen and Elrond in going with my pet naming theme. VB named Artanis. I'm not entirely sure where that is from.

And then it was time for me to fumble up some more chance cards... yay! I knew I should've picked the other option. Siiigh... curse you Eris! We could've had Slacker unlocked and then I could ignore these dubious chance cards of doom! At least they are loaded. Speakin of Eris, however...

She and Kyung-Soon are pretty determined with their mission to try and kill poor Julian. Here Eris is scaring him for the third time on his way to try and go to bed. I was getting worried, really worried. Thankfully he made it and Eris went back downstairs. Apparently ghosts get cold, too... because Eris spent the night going in and out the front door and changing into her outerwear. Weird.

I have no idea what's going on in this picture. Artanis was making this hilarious face. Maybe she is mad because Julian is cleaning her cat bed. Julian loves cleaning, so he takes care of the pet stuff. With so many, there is always something that needs a scrub. Good thing we didn't have dogs... it would be 24/7 bathing!

Julian: 'What's wrong with that?'

Not everyone is OCD like you, pal.

Phoebe takes some time out of her busy schedule of mail box worshiping to check out one of the kittens. I'm not entirely sure which one this is.

Phoebe: 'Awww... who is a cute little kitty-kitty? You are! Don't worry, I won't let the mailbox eat you!'

I'm telling you, Phoebe. This is NOT the Heiress of Strangetown. That mailbox is HARMLESS! You are a nutcase.

Phoebe: 'Don't listen to the mean old control, kitty. She's just mad because the voices don't talk to her.'

Whoa. And that folks, is why you don't want to survive a nuclear fallout. Because if you do, you'll go freaking crazy!

The kittens grow up and look... exactly alike! Except Arwen has some of Artanis' siamese markings on her face. Either way, they are both staying and getting pet jobs. Without Law, some restrictions are only 'suppressed'... and when the person or pet suppressing them dies... we lose it. Bah. Annoying Seasons rules!

Gavin grows into his gray hairs the only way he knows how... as an old pervert. Gavin! What are you doing? Can't poor Phoebe shower in peace?!

Gavin: 'An old man has to get his aspiration points somehow!'

Sigh...

Oh, great! It's you again.

Zombie Burglar: 'Indeed, indeed! Let me see what you have to take this time...'

Sorry pal, you're out of luck.

Zombie Burglar: 'Whaat? Mwehehehe... what do you plan to try and do to stop me?'

Oh, not me, you see...

But that guy in blue behind you... he may have a few tricks up his sleeves.

Zombie Burglar: 'Curse you! I will be back! I shan't be caught! Mwehehehe!'

Of course, he got away, because policemen in post-apocalyptic times are useless... but he didn't take anything. That's the important part! Yay burglar alarms.

Oh, no! Jake, what have you done? Is that the remains of what used to be Kyung-Soon's urn?!

Jake: 'I won't be controlled by some silly old crank! I am the one in charge here.'

Sorry about your luck, fruit loop... but I'm Master of all that is pixelated. You're just one of my many minions. So jump off the high horse!

Jake: 'I bow to no one!'

Oh really? So if I waved a copy of the latest 'Interior Decorator's Bible--Turning Nuclear Waste Cans to Fab Fireplaces'... you wouldn't be compelled to do as I say?

Jake: 'Oh, OH! Gimme, gimme, gimme! I MUST know the latest design tips!'

Gee, that sucked the evil right out of you. Even the evil tone to your voice is gone.

Jake: 'Don't mess with me, woman! Give me that magazine before I have a BF!'

Fine, fine... here you go. Nutball.

Phoebe ages into the gray hair... and looks exactly like Kyung-Soon. She has her hair and outfit, though her face is a bit different. Uh, Phoebe... is there something you need to tell me?

Phoebe: '((shrieks)) Oh no! It's a sign, it's a sign!'

Jake follows in suit, growing up into the flasher trench coat outside. Nice choice there, slick.

Jake: 'Trench coat or not, I'm still the most fashionable in allll of Fallout Springs!'

And Julian makes equally as embarrassing fashion mistakes. Thank goodness I don't have to look at these outfits... What exactly do you call that, Julian? Soccer dad at the top, hiphop at the bottom? What the heck?

Julian: 'Hey! I'm just glad we don't have to make clothes out of bags.'

Do you still have those bags? I'd like one to put over my head and hide the ugly of your outfit!!

Jake, upon growing up, immediately falls into Aspiration failure upon realizing that the outfit beneath his trench coat is far worse than he originally envisioned.

Julian, meanwhile, had the crap scared out of him again by his mother! She's really intent on keeping her promise!

That's all for me. Generation 3 will be taken over by VB. He's already got the lot and was apparently playing... so keep your eyes peeled. Here's hoping no one else dies!

• Politics Restriction Lifted