Gissing Legacy, 2.4
Mar. 28th, 2008 02:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Last time, Marianne had a love child with Random House, Brandon got abducted by aliens, Demon headed off to college and the patients from the Mead Valley Asylum ran amok.
Romance sim my foot. Not that I mind...
This I mind. Brandon, you've been a Family sim for about a decade now. Stop it.
Gwen is getting in touch with her roots.
Meanwhile, Harry humiliates himself on Brandon's obstacle course.
Hey, there, Sweeney. What happened to your hair? Here, I'll just have George fix that for--
OK, never mind.
Back in boot camp:
He's still glitched.
And still. (Awwww.)
Not for long, though.
Harry looks a lot like pre-face lift Brandon. He's got his chin and his eye shape. He does have his mum's nose, though.
He rolled Romance with a LTW of woohooing 20 sims.
He's such a shy, geeky sim.
Best friends with his grandpa George, isn't it cute?
Marisa: So, you're a Romance sim, you should probably kiss someone soon.
Marisa: Just watch your grandpa, he knows what he's doing.
Marianne: Better than Brandon, too.
Toddler dancing!
Harry: So my grandma tells me I should be kissing people.
Harry: She'll do.
Um...
Harry: Hugs?
Townie Teen: Noooo.
Mrs Nanny-what's-her-face: You should probably take things a bit slower, dear.
Harry: All right.
Harry: Hugs now?
Townie Teen: Noooo.
He has a bit more luck with this girl.
But only a bit.
Birthday time!
Marisa: Boy, my husband is a handsome little elf-man.
George: Thank you, sweetheart.
Karen: I have to peeeee.
Karen: Cool, I can use the grown up toilet now.
Moar birthdays!
She remind me of Zira from Escape from the Planet of the Apes. I think it's her dress. And she continues her obsession with the color pink.
Harry: I'm a Romance sim and I've never been kissed. I'm such a failure.
Harry: Grandpa said this would help me with my problems.
Ah, George and his woohoo dance...
Harry: Grandpa was right!
Thanks to George's advice, Harry is a smooth operator.
Very smooth.
Harry: Wanna woohoo?
OK, so he's not perfect.
Because you know the first person you'd tell would be your grandma. (Who is really your step-grandmother or something and not actually blood-related to you at all. This worries me.)
What the heck is it with all the dates in Mead Valley giving out pinball machines?
Marianne: Maybe if I close my eyes, the signs of my failure will just disappear.
Way to get straight to the point there, Harry.
Ricky: Well, I never...!
Harry: :D
That is most definitely not yours, Brandon.
They finally have enough money to get off that darned unflattened lot.
Hmm, I wonder what this could mean...
Looks like Harry's the only one who enjoyed that.
Bald!Sweeney: How about a shave, old man?
Ricky: So I was thinking about what you said...
Aww.
Gwen: Help, there's a fictional German terrorist blocking my way to hug Daddy!
Ricky: LOL woohoo.
Brandon: Have you ever seen Die Hard? Because there's a character with your name in it. Come to think of it, you look a bit like him...
Mrs Crumplebottom: Don't ever let me catch you downtown in your bathing suit ever again, you little hooligan!
Harry: Loophole!
Oh well.
Brandon: Did you every get the feeling we were all just characters in a video game?
Karen: Daddy, you're silly.
They're not blood-related at all. Not that you could tell.
The bloody Judge isn't here, Sweeney, leave us alone.
I think you should walk away from this one, Pao. Just walk away.
Beat Brandon to it this time.
Harry: I think it would be really awesome if we kissed.
He still hasn't quite perfected his approach. (Hi, Hans!)
Karen: Sometimes, I can't believe I'm related to this nut case.
Hold that thought, Karen.
Gwen is slowly but surely growing into her pudgy cheeks.
Randy, this is Karen. Karen, this is Randy. (Don't tell anyone, but he's your real father.)
Karen: That... explains a lot, actually.
Randy: Marianne...?
Marianne: Randy, what a nice surprise!
Marisa: *is oblivious*
Karen: So Brandon's not my daddy. This is going to take some getting used to.
George may not agree with how Karen came to be...
But he loves her anyway.
George/Marisa Spam:
George: It all worked out for the best, really.
Only true love would cause her to encourage George's move-busting.
George: *struts his stuff*
George: Damn it, woman, your helicopter is bloody loud!
Harry: She likes me now. :)
Harry: So, what do you say we, uh...
Success.
Gwen: Grandpa, Daddy's trying to kill himself!
Down Home with the Gissings.
Um... OK, then.
Harry was caught spying on George's first girlfriend, Kendal.
Then he tries his charms out on Meadow.
Harry, that doesn't work on the girls!
...Hello, there, little red-headed stalker.
Some people haven't been doing their homework, I see.
Birthday time:
George: Hey, there, Sweeney. Staring creepily at my granddaughter? Cool.
Marisa: I wonder if Harry woohoo'd her yet.
No, as a matter of fact, he didn't. And I would appreciate it if you stopped being so interested in his love life.
George: Hey, there, Karen. Staring creepily at your brother? Cool.
Karen: She's very pretty.
STOP IT.
Off to college with you all.
YA Karen. I think she's Popularity, but I've forgotten her lifetime want.
Gwen, continuing her pink obsession. She's Fortune and I-don't-have-a-clue LTW.
And Harry. Who is almost a quarter done with his 20 woohoos.
Stay tuned next time for ACR induced college craziness.
Romance sim my foot. Not that I mind...
This I mind. Brandon, you've been a Family sim for about a decade now. Stop it.
Gwen is getting in touch with her roots.
Meanwhile, Harry humiliates himself on Brandon's obstacle course.
Hey, there, Sweeney. What happened to your hair? Here, I'll just have George fix that for--
OK, never mind.
Back in boot camp:
He's still glitched.
And still. (Awwww.)
Not for long, though.
Harry looks a lot like pre-face lift Brandon. He's got his chin and his eye shape. He does have his mum's nose, though.
He rolled Romance with a LTW of woohooing 20 sims.
He's such a shy, geeky sim.
Best friends with his grandpa George, isn't it cute?
Marisa: So, you're a Romance sim, you should probably kiss someone soon.
Marisa: Just watch your grandpa, he knows what he's doing.
Marianne: Better than Brandon, too.
Toddler dancing!
Harry: So my grandma tells me I should be kissing people.
Harry: She'll do.
Um...
Harry: Hugs?
Townie Teen: Noooo.
Mrs Nanny-what's-her-face: You should probably take things a bit slower, dear.
Harry: All right.
Harry: Hugs now?
Townie Teen: Noooo.
He has a bit more luck with this girl.
But only a bit.
Birthday time!
Marisa: Boy, my husband is a handsome little elf-man.
George: Thank you, sweetheart.
Karen: I have to peeeee.
Karen: Cool, I can use the grown up toilet now.
Moar birthdays!
She remind me of Zira from Escape from the Planet of the Apes. I think it's her dress. And she continues her obsession with the color pink.
Harry: I'm a Romance sim and I've never been kissed. I'm such a failure.
Harry: Grandpa said this would help me with my problems.
Ah, George and his woohoo dance...
Harry: Grandpa was right!
Thanks to George's advice, Harry is a smooth operator.
Very smooth.
Harry: Wanna woohoo?
OK, so he's not perfect.
Because you know the first person you'd tell would be your grandma. (Who is really your step-grandmother or something and not actually blood-related to you at all. This worries me.)
What the heck is it with all the dates in Mead Valley giving out pinball machines?
Marianne: Maybe if I close my eyes, the signs of my failure will just disappear.
Way to get straight to the point there, Harry.
Ricky: Well, I never...!
Harry: :D
That is most definitely not yours, Brandon.
They finally have enough money to get off that darned unflattened lot.
Hmm, I wonder what this could mean...
Looks like Harry's the only one who enjoyed that.
Bald!Sweeney: How about a shave, old man?
Ricky: So I was thinking about what you said...
Aww.
Gwen: Help, there's a fictional German terrorist blocking my way to hug Daddy!
Ricky: LOL woohoo.
Brandon: Have you ever seen Die Hard? Because there's a character with your name in it. Come to think of it, you look a bit like him...
Mrs Crumplebottom: Don't ever let me catch you downtown in your bathing suit ever again, you little hooligan!
Harry: Loophole!
Oh well.
Brandon: Did you every get the feeling we were all just characters in a video game?
Karen: Daddy, you're silly.
They're not blood-related at all. Not that you could tell.
The bloody Judge isn't here, Sweeney, leave us alone.
I think you should walk away from this one, Pao. Just walk away.
Beat Brandon to it this time.
Harry: I think it would be really awesome if we kissed.
He still hasn't quite perfected his approach. (Hi, Hans!)
Karen: Sometimes, I can't believe I'm related to this nut case.
Hold that thought, Karen.
Gwen is slowly but surely growing into her pudgy cheeks.
Randy, this is Karen. Karen, this is Randy. (Don't tell anyone, but he's your real father.)
Karen: That... explains a lot, actually.
Randy: Marianne...?
Marianne: Randy, what a nice surprise!
Marisa: *is oblivious*
Karen: So Brandon's not my daddy. This is going to take some getting used to.
George may not agree with how Karen came to be...
But he loves her anyway.
George/Marisa Spam:
George: It all worked out for the best, really.
Only true love would cause her to encourage George's move-busting.
George: *struts his stuff*
George: Damn it, woman, your helicopter is bloody loud!
Harry: She likes me now. :)
Harry: So, what do you say we, uh...
Success.
Gwen: Grandpa, Daddy's trying to kill himself!
Down Home with the Gissings.
Um... OK, then.
Harry was caught spying on George's first girlfriend, Kendal.
Then he tries his charms out on Meadow.
Harry, that doesn't work on the girls!
...Hello, there, little red-headed stalker.
Some people haven't been doing their homework, I see.
Birthday time:
George: Hey, there, Sweeney. Staring creepily at my granddaughter? Cool.
Marisa: I wonder if Harry woohoo'd her yet.
No, as a matter of fact, he didn't. And I would appreciate it if you stopped being so interested in his love life.
George: Hey, there, Karen. Staring creepily at your brother? Cool.
Karen: She's very pretty.
STOP IT.
Off to college with you all.
YA Karen. I think she's Popularity, but I've forgotten her lifetime want.
Gwen, continuing her pink obsession. She's Fortune and I-don't-have-a-clue LTW.
And Harry. Who is almost a quarter done with his 20 woohoos.
Stay tuned next time for ACR induced college craziness.
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Date: 2008-03-28 04:56 pm (UTC)George: Hey, there, Sweeney. Staring creepily at my granddaughter? Cool.
Hehehe. I love it when scaryish characters from the neighborhood pop up and stalk the family. ;)
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Date: 2008-03-28 05:30 pm (UTC)I went through a good bit of time in Uni wishing Gwen could be heir.
I love it when scaryish characters from the neighborhood pop up and stalk the family.
And how they get in the house without being invited in! I have a serial killer welcome wagon in Mead Valley. It's kind of disconcerting.