Narrows, 1.1
Aug. 10th, 2008 12:55 am
Last time, Ramp Narrows moved into a luxurious home, met his future wife, and made a wonderfully loyal friend. When we left them, Ramp and Paine were...
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| Er... carry on.
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| Ramp continues to be made of win.
Engagement/Wedding Spam |
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| Paine: Time to get started on those six kids I want to marry off. Ramp: Oh, dear...
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| Paine: Honey, I think I'm-- Ramp: Can this wait, sweetie? I'm busy skilling.
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| Paine: What is my life? Hang on...
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| Paine: *shoves Ramp out of the way* Oooooh...
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| Paine: Dum de dum dum, cleaning the toilet, dum de dum...
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| Paine: Blargh!
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| Paine: Hey, honey!
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| Awww, he doesn't mind her pukie vomit breath.
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| Powerful kisses, yes?
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| Ramp: You really are incredibly attractive.
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| They do say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
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| Ramp: *continues to win*
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| Paine: *continues to pop*
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| Family mad Paine wants kids NAO. This is Neville.
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| Paine: I'm incredibly attractive.
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| Neville: You know what? You really are!
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| Ramp: Who is this kid? He's your son.
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| Ramp: Oh, no! No, he's not! I'm not listening, lalalala. Neville: What did I do? Ramp... |
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| Ramp: Oh, fine. Rock Paper Scissors, son?
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| Neville: Oh, yeah! Ramp: Argh!
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| Ramp: Best two out of three?
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| Transitional Paper Airplane
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| You better not be in labor, you bloody twit!
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| ajsfkljakjsjasksdkfas Bathroom birth is programmed into the game, isn't it?
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| It's a girl!
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| Meet Prominence Narrows. She's got her parents' gray eyes, Ramp's black hair and a geneticized pale skintone.
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| Oh, look! Incompetent nanny!
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| With a funny name!
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| Oh, look! Incompetent nanny's alien clone!
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| Ramp: You're really very attractive.
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| Ramp: And you smell amazing.
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| Biological Baby #2 on the way. Remember Flamboyant Carrot Top? As it turns out, he had a good relationship with Paine. I decided that he would make a lulzy addition to the Narrows household, so I had Paine invite him over and ask him to move in. You'd think he'd do anything to get closer to his favorite couple, wouldn't you? Well... |
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| FCT: Whoa, Paine, I'm not that kind of sim.
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| FCT: Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Paine...
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| Paine: You sure you don't want to move in? FCT: ZOMG, no! (I really really like you guys, though.) Alien Nanny: If I close my eyes, my evil twin will go away.
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| FCT: (Really like you.)
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| Alien delivery boy. (Yes, this is a pointless picture.)
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| Townie: Hi. Neville: Hi. You want some?
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| Townie: I want some o' that!
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| Bio Child #2 Pop!
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| Neville: Hey, can I show you-- Townie: Leave me alone, little boy. I'm trying to spy--um, admire your lovely windows. |
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| Paine: You know, I'm pregnant. With Ramp's child. You know, Ramp? My husband?
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| Townie: You don't have to sit on the floor, Rampy, there's room up here for three. Paine: I'm going to kill her. :)
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| Townie: Yay, birthday! (OMG, he's beautiful!) Ramp: Why does Paine keep letting these people in our house?
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| She's got the ears! My first successfully passed down set of elf ears.
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| Prominence: Who is this lady and why is she following my daddy?
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| D'awww.
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| I think Ramp must give off a Stalk Me pheromone.
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| Neville: Since you spend so much time around here, I guess that makes us friends, huh? Townie: No.
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| Neville: This doesn't bode well for my future with women, does it?
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| Potty training faces, FTW!
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| Well, isn't that precious?
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| I'm glad you did that before putting that on the stove.
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| Moar kids!
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| He's part alien, squee!
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| See, that's a much better way to greet your new children.
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| Neville: Mother! Oh beautiful mother! I got an A!
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| Yeah.
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| McKinney: I'm already potty trained and everything! Neville: OMG, really?
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| Ramp: Another one? Neville: Fish!
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| OK, all kinds of cuteness here.
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| D'awww. And now for Family Bonding Over Spaghetti. |
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| This has been Family Bonding Over Spaghetti.
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| Ramp: Say daddy. Prominence: NO! Ramp: Please? Prominence: NO!
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| Prominence: Daddy?
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| Neville: When you grow up and go to school, you get to learn all sorts of stuff, like geometry... McKinney: And geography...
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| Yay, it's not in the bathroom this time!
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| Ramp: Oh my gosh, sweetie, you're in labor!
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| Ramp: Well, it looks like you've got everything under control here...
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| It's a boy! Road Narrows, dad's hair, mum's skin and both parents' gray eyes. |

















































































(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-13 02:36 pm (UTC)Prominence: NO!
Ramp: Please?
Prominence: NO!
Prominence: Daddy?
LMFAO. Awesome.
Prominence is adorable. And her name is awesome! :D
(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-10 02:17 am (UTC)