Bunch of Adorable, You MeanHi-ho, everybody! Remember me? Sorry about the long wait. My memory card broke when I had almost finished writing this for the first time, and it took a while for my vision to come back after I blacked out from all the screaming. The good news is that I still had all the screenshots backed up, so all I really lost was the collages and the text (which can be redone), so you’ll still get posts with glorious screenshots and not just some half-baked MS Paint drawings I hastily threw together just to have something to count as an illustration.
Also, I would like to thank everyone for all the nice comments and support I got so far. It really makes me happy inside. Poor, poor Odinsdottir’s husband . . .
Anyway, it wasn’t long before Agnes and Darleena both aged up to Adult and Teen.
Agnes aged up while sculpting up the infamous twenty-five.
And Darleena aged up while fishing in a dinosaur costume. (Yes, it was every bit as adorable as it sounds.)
I think she aged up really nice, all things considered. If this was any other Dynasty, I might have even entertained the idea of her becoming a spouse. She looks like she already regrets ever going outside dressed as poor man’s Barney, though.
I didn’t bother giving Agnes a new look, but I did plunk Darleena in front of the mirror for a spin.
You know, I could be wrong, but I’m almost certainly positive that her favorite colour is blue.
Then I kicked her outside to pick up the gardening skill. Don’t worry, she
likes planting lettuce in her jammies. At least, that’s what I think she meant when she said, “Are you kidding? I know Seasons isn't installed yet, but it’s gotta be freezing out there. Could I at least have a bathrobe? Or sleeves?”
The answer was a resounding, "No."
The next day was the first day of high school for our little Dynasty minion. I think she had a nice time. She even made friends with Darlene Bunch. They hit it off so well that Darlene even invited her over to her place after school. And then she met him.
The bane of Dynasty Stories everywhere to such an extent, that it’s not a Dynasty story without at least one joke about him. If you were on your 7th Gen Immortal and he was the only possible male sim able to make the last Immortal happen, all your sims would suddenly perish in a mysterious fire, just so you could move your founder to Lunar Lakes for the next attempt just to be absolutely sure you would never have to see his ugly, ugly face again. You could have sworn to Metro that he's only in this town because he got horribly lost on his way to Twinbrook. The Most Ugliest Sim in all of Sunset Valley . . .
Arlo.
I, for one, don’t like to blame the following events squarely on Darleena. After all, she’s still just a kid, and had no idea what her actions would bring, or how deep the consequences would run. And on top of it, I think she might have caught a bit of a cold from gardening without a proper shirt on, impacting her judgement. She actually thought that it would be a nice thing to do, considering that the poor kid looked like the most miserable, socially-neglected thing on the planet. So what did she do?
She invited him over to her house.
Arlo: “Darleena? I really appreciate you inviting me over, since usually I’m not allowed within a hundred feet of an Immortal Dynasty, but I’m kind of sleepy. Can I go home soon?”
Darleena: “CAN’T HEAR YOU! DOING NICE THINGS! Also, I’m going to bed, so don’t make too much noise while I’m trying to sleep, okay?”
Arlo: “Wait, what? Oh, well, never mind I guess . . .”
And then . . . the inevitable happened.
Arlo: “Hello, Ms. Hideous. I’m Darleena’s friend from -”
Drizzelda: “OH, AREN’T YOU JUST THE SWEETEST THING EVER! CALL ME DRIZZELDA!”
Arlo: “Well, okay then, Drizzelda. My name’s Arlo Bunch.”
Drizzelda: “More like ADORABLE Bunch!”
Arlo: “No, it’s Arlo Bunch. Says so on my birth certificate and everything. Arlo means ‘barberry tree.’”
Every Forum Member and Schipperke’s Dog: “IS THAT THE TREE THAT UGLY STICKS ARE MADE FROM? OH!”
Arlo: “ . . . Can I please go home now?”
Darleena: “No. Now suck it up, and keep talking with the scary lady.”
Drizzelda: “Oh, you’re a Workaholic? Well, allow me to praise your hard work for the 27th time in a row! (Never Dull for the win!)”
Darleena: *half asleep* “You know what he kind of looks like? Remember that movie Beauty and the Beast, and that part at the end when the Beast turned back into a human, and everybody screamed, ‘AUGH! CHANGE BACK! CHANGE BACK!’? That's what he looks like.”
Drizzelda: *thinking* “You know, he kind of does, the little cutie. I think it’s the hair.”
Arlo: “CAN I PLEASE GO HOME, OR BORROW A BED, OR SOMETHING?!”
Sorry, fresh out of beds. How does a lounge chair placed outside next to the sprinklers sound?
Despite Arlo complaining about something called, “exhaustion” and, “fear for my mortal life,” he and Drizzelda did become best friends that night. And he seems like a nice boy that might stop by again. And when he ages up, who knows? Is there a future place for him in the Hideous Household?
Ha.
Ha ha.
HahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
And on that unsettling note, have that picture of Darleena fishing in a dinosaur costume.
D'waa, ain't she cute?
