Meet the Drizzarlo-Boos!And we’re back! Look at these three bouncing, baby boys. Aren’t they just precious? You know, in an innocent, “What have we done?!
What have we done?!” kind of a way?
Darleena: “D’waa! What nice little future minions! What are their names?”
Drizzelda: “Rammstein (he’s the Second Gen Heir), Nikolai, and Das Auto!”
Agnes: “Okay, I can wrap my head around Nikolai. That’s a real name. But where did you come up with
Rammstein and Das Auto?!”
Drizzelda: “Well, I picked Rammstein for the meaning.”
Agnes: *rubs face* “Oh, do tell.”
Drizzelda: “It means
Ram Stone, or alternatively,
Battering Ram! My son will batter so many rams with stones, it’ll be amazing!”
Darleena: “HA! It
does involve goats! Called it!”
Agnes: “And what was the idea for Das Auto?”
Drizzelda: “Well, we were originally thinking Theodore Carlyle, but we shortened and translated it to match his brother.”
Agnes: “So where did you get Nikolai from? That’s Russian.”
Arlo: “Oh, that was
my input. Nikolai was my Great, Great, Great Uncle, and was rumoured to be the greatest toymaker in all of Petropavlovsk! He was very well respected. And there was absolutely nothing funny about him at all.”
Agnes: “I feel so old.”
Arlo: “Sure, they’re kind of trendy, but I’m sure-”
Darleena: “No, Man Servant! She means she’s aging up to Elder!”
Poor Agnes. She doesn’t look happy at all. I think she’s got it figured that trying to put logic to whatever it is Drizzelda does just sucks the youth right out of you. Poor, straight-man Agnes. Don’t worry, we can fix this! Look! Clothes!
Poor, straight-man Agnes.
A short while later, she got a party invite from her sister, Cornelia. Since they’ve become somewhat estranged ever since Agnes moved to Drizzelda’s, she figured that it would be a lovely chance to reminisce and catch up with each other. And it probably was, right up until this happened.
Cornelia: “Please, Grim! Give me more time! I’ve just reconnected with my sister! Don’t take me away just yet!”
Grim: “AGNES? SHE’S IN A DYNASTY. SHE’D NEVER SET FOOT OUTSIDE THAT HOUSE.”
Cornelia: “No! Really! Just look to your left! She’s the one in the bad coat! Walking away. Ignoring my cries . . . You know what? Forget it.”
Grim: “I’M DREADFULLY SORRY. PERHAPS THINGS WILL GO BETTER IN THE NEXT LIFE. BUT FOR NOW, PLEASE HOP IN THE GRAVE.”
Please forgive Agnes. I can’t tell if she’s blocking out her sister’s cries as some kind of a coping mechanism to keep her mind off of her own mortality and grief, or if she’s just gone senile on us.
Then for some reason, Mortimer showed up on the front lawn.
Mortimer: “First my mother dies, and then it turns out that Arlo has three kids?! Why, world? WHY?!”
Mortimer, I know you’re torn up and all, but please put some real clothes on. I hope that it’s just a grieving thing, because if you really are still that hung up about Arlo at Graduation, you’re making Arlo look like the most admirable guy around (and do you seriously want to make Rosa’s iTunes shuffle out to be a liar?). Seriously, get a job and ask Bella out, or something. You’re embarrassing yourself.
Since BurrAIEEtos just spend their time looking all giggly and wrapped up, I’m just going to skip ahead to their toddler birthdays. I think I owe it to you guys after the cliff hanger I left you all on. And besides, we all know we're here to see how the genetics played out, sentimental gushiness over new life be darned.
Now, to better exemplify Rammstein, I’m going to show you his brothers first.
This is Das Auto.
He is a wonderful shade of green, his traits so far are Artistic and Brave, and he looks almost exactly like Drizzelda. He’s got her eye shape, nose, mouth, ears, and probably the rest of her face. The only thing I know he doesn’t have for sure is the eye colour (from Arlo) and strabismus, and that’s only because it’s a CAS slider. He is amazing and wonderful and almost everything I want this Dynasty to be.
Next, we have Nikolai.
He’s on the rainbow slider, and has Drizzelda’s mouth, but other than that, this is Arlo’s son through and through. He has brown hair for some unknown reason. Now, if this was my Second Gen Heir, I would be worried, because he’s not so much ugly or monstrous-looking as he is unsettling, and although unsettling isn’t a terrible thing, it’s a bit easier to breed out. He’s Friendly and Good.
Now, we have Rammstein, this absolutely
fantastic child.
Look at him.
LOOK AT ‘IM. Is this not the best mash-up you could have possibly hoped for? This is what this dynasty is all about, right here. He has Arlo’s eye shape, but it’s Drizzelda’s purple. He has Drizzelda’s general face shape, but he’s got Arlo’s ears and skin slider. The black hair is a mutation, which works just fine for me.
The nose is definitely Drizzelda’s though. I was hoping for a bit of a mix, and at first I thought there was one, but then I realized that noses get more bulbous when Sims age, so it’s definitely Drizz’s nose. Still, it’s not to be slighted in the least. I mean, seriously, LOOK AT HIM. (He’s Artistic and he Loves the Outdoors, in case you’re interested.)
If Arlo still had any doubt over being a good parent, you wouldn’t know it to look at him. That Family-Oriented trait was the greatest thing in the world for the next few days (seriously, triplets are a time crunch), and he took over a lot of the skill building.
Arlo: “You’re getting really good at walking, Nikolai,
but can you fly?! Wooosh!”
Nikolai: “Hahaha! Up! Up!”
Arlo: “Hey, Nikolai, can you see your brother from up there? I can’t find Das Auto,
anywhere!”
Das Auto: *giggles*
The only thing that really gave him any trouble was teaching Rammstein how to talk.
Darleena: “Okay, kiddo. Repeat after me. ‘Darleena is great! Darleena is great!’”
Rammstein: “Darleena ist toll! Darleena ist toll!”
Darleena: “MAN SERVANT! Your kid is broken! Come fix it!”
Arlo: “What do you mean, ‘broken’?”
Darleena: “He doesn’t speak English! Fix it!”
And “fix it” he tried.
Arlo: “All right, Rammstein, say 'love'!”
Rammstein: “Liebe!"
Arlo: “Can you say that in English, son?”
Rammstein: “Liebe! Liebe!”
Arlo: "Okay, then, let's try a new word."
Arlo: "Can you say, 'war'? Say it for Daddy!"
Rammstein: "Krieg! Krieg!"
Arlo: "You know what? We've been at this for almost five hours now, it's close enough!"
Rammstein: "Liebe ist Krieg!"
Arlo: "In this neighbourhood, sometimes it is, son."
Speaking of the neighbourhood . . .
Fiona: “Back in my day, we had cute, normal-looking tots! Not big-nosed, little freaks like your lot! Rabble, rabble, rabble!”
Drizzelda: “What are you talking about Fiona?! They're not freaks, they're perfectly normal-looking where I'm from!”
Fiona: "That's another thing! Where ARE you from?! And what kind of species come from there?!"
Drizzelda: "You can't tell? I'm a -"
Happy little group shot!
(But seriously, the most of an answer you'll get out of me is, "The game says she's human."
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