YES! I will read their story for sure when that time is come!
I already send my message to Rosa. Just waiting for her reply anyway :3
Wow, I just can't wait to see generation four! Hmm, something related with Science skill, eh? I'm kinda curious about this one 
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I must say, your post this time is hilarious, Trip. There so many things that make me laugh.
I love this one.
Sinbad the scumbag? haha, that was a good one!
Vega is so funny and Clarissa is so clueless. *laugh*
*looking at last screenie* Oooohh...
Well as long that she is happy, I'm totally with her.
Aw, you're making me really ship Sheila/Screwtape now.
I know you'll like my application of the science skill to get spouses.
Ah, Sinbad. I've had plenty of sims get a Cheater reputation, but he was the only one who ended up with a Dirtbag reputation. He was pure scum, like a true dynasty pollinator. I think Zo was the only ladyfriend of his that never hated him.
Hm, Screwtape and Shelia off to University . . . alone. Do I smell trouble coming!?
Clarissa's wedding vow is hilarious and probably unfortunately true. Except that arguing will always be necessary in her opinion. Vega is so mischievous! Haha!
Of course!
Clarissa, for a mean-spirited sim, was surprisingly level-headed. I think it's because she didn't have any other bad traits to augment it.
So wait, are you saying Goodwin is an elder already? Wow, he is looking great! I thought he was an adult at most. Yes! Yes! Play him! He has the best ever traits, seriously.
Ah, the wedding! Mazel tov! *throws confetti*
He's just a bit younger than Vega (if I'm right in assuming that he's the same age as Sinbad, anyways). Since Sinbad was already grey and elderly by the time of the wedding, it makes sense that Goodwin would follow. He definitely kept a youthful look into his old age, maybe because his natural hair color is close to white.
Alright. I need to play a firefighter again anyways.
It was indeed a wonderful wedding, rivaled only by generation three's (which was the same as Screwtape's and Clarissa's, but in
the summer). Thanks!
In current game news: I'm truly and officially farther than I've been in a multi-generational game. Generation four is a teen!
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The extra parking fees for the motive mobile weren't even a concern for two rich fine art students.
Orientation was always the first step. For once, Screwtape was surrounded by many rebels who were just like him. There was Che, who had a sensitive side and a face fit for t-shirts.
However, their friendship was slow. How could they have had the same gizmos?
Sheila never had many friends back in Twinbrook, so she tried to fix it at university in the best way she could. It was still slow and new to her, but something needed to fill in the void in Sheila's heart.
She sketched those who passed by. It was almost like portrait-painting; the one thing she was noticed for.
As for Screwtape, he was focused on friends, and when a purple-haired girl crossed his path, he found a voice.
“Did you know that street art is a viable form of expression that has been around since Sim-kind itself? I believe that the university should relax its laws against it.”
“You must be new here,” she said. “Liz Tarry. I love the art myself.”
No matter what, Screwtape was there just for friends. Even if he found someone he loved more than Clarissa, he had a promise to keep to her, even if just for the nooboo. It felt safe at the home he and Sheila rented anyways. He had his trust in an old friend of his.
Sheila always had her own ideas.
She thought that she could shake the feeling off. One of the professors was cute, but he was a vampire and auntie Vega would have a fit about that. As good as his hugs felt, Sheila still felt empty. He didn't want to go any further beyond hugs anyways.
If only Sheila could be someone's special someone. She wondered if it even mattered who it was.
There was that date with her own professor, Dr. Madeline Noetal. She was a bit of a loon, and obviously much older than her. After spending the entire date sketching, Sheila decided that it was a bust.
Not to mention how uncomfortable it felt for Dr. Noetal to leer at her in her bikini.
It felt better to let loose at the rented house anyways, right in front of Screwtape. A twinge of hope appeared when he looked right at her with a smile.
Sheila kept feeling that Screwtape wasn't taking anything seriously either. He spent a lot of time with Liz when she was in her mini-dress, playing pool at one of the many fraternity parties. Even his budding friendship with Che seemed so charged. Could it have been the lack of humidity driving the two swamp children crazy? Whatever it was, Sheila felt like she didn't have a chance otherwise. Screwtape was on her mind; he was ever since they graduated high school.
“Screw, do you mind helping me with something?” she asked one morning.
“My friend, why else would I be in the same major that you are? Is it how unclear Dr. Noetal's lecture was yesterday?”
“Something different,” she said, muttering.
“Ah yes, it is the facial proportions for our sketching class? They are hard to remember, as they are taught differently in Twinbroo-”
He was cut off by a kiss, the one thing that was occupying Sheila's mind. Her weight made him bend over backwards a bit, and the way she placed her hands on his back felt so different, far different from Clarissa's.
The shock was clear on his face.
“I...I am a married man,” he whispered, an uncharacteristic stutter suddenly overtaking the usually-charismatic Screwtape.
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Even if Screwtape and Sheila couldn't be together due to strategy, I'll just let you know that they tried their hardest (well, Sheila did anyways).
