Sorry I'm too perceptive for your plans. I know your stories too well. 
I like Screwtape! He's cute and boring. What a winning combination. I do seriously think he is adorable. It's nice that Sheila got to spend a bit of time with her dad. I always try to arrange that when the parents and kids can't live together. I hate it when someone you know becomes a salesperson! In a shop, at a booth, it's annoying because you can't talk to them hardly and you can't throw any elixirs at them 
I guess that just makes you a dedicated reader, then.
Before this, most of my sims were deadbeat parents, but I couldn't justify that for the Drudges because they're actually married. I really hate that I can't interact with festival workers too! While I was annoyed that I couldn't throw elixirs at proprietors, I can't do a single thing to festival workers.
Poor Nick.
I had to laugh at Sheila's interaction with Screwtape. And to think--Screwtape will be boring people to death for eternity. 
And if I were Eva and I lived in Twinbrook with all of its swampiness and probably a ton of mosquitoes, I wouldn't much like the outdoors either.
I really feel bad for the guy sometimes.
I seriously love the "Bore to Death" interaction. I just love sims without a sense of humor. A good plus is that Screwtape is never stressed.
Fun fact: I have a lot of wetlands in my area, which might explain my choice in a town. If Twinbrook manages to be worse than summers here in Massachusetts, and I'm assuming it does, I'll join Eva indoors. I hate it enough here as is.
Hehe, I'm guessing Screwtape has no sense of humor? Well, he might not have one, but he'll be making the rest of us laugh for hopefully many more generations. It's always so much fun when sims pass out, and he can do it on command!
Indeed he does. It's his secret weapon.
I agree with everyone on Screwtape's cuteness. He continues to amuse me to date in my game;; in spite of non-existent sense of humor, he likes to make some rather hilarious faces.
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On a spring weekend, Screwtape and Sheila went to the festival to play on the swings. While Screwtape was otherwise boring, he was like any other child in his love of playground equipment.
Sheila also spoke with her father in the only terms he could accept while on the job: “Garlic fries, please!”
As spring turned to summer, the household seemed to be at peace.
Wei put his genius to good use and tutored Screwtape when the little boy wasn't preoccupied with the kid's oven that he got for his birthday while mulling over the precise temperatures needed to make sugar cookies at low altitudes. Though his recitation of trivia got a little more disturbing during their tutoring sessions.
“Actually, parental unit, the settlement of Starlight Shores was driven by forces of cultural persecution.”
“That's nice, son.” Wei saw a lot of himself in Screwtape, but the coldness of his delivery was far too unusual. Hopefully he'd grow out of it.
Wei had some bigger dishes to make than sugar cookies, and more pressing wonders about the world than the implications of the colonization of West Simnation. It was called ambrosia, and Vega demanded that he make some and store it in the food replicators. As much as Wei loved his wife, he wondered why she was so protective of the dish. It had to be stored, and he'd have an earful from Vega if he sneaked a bite of his own cooking.
His curiosity was quickly forgotten; Screwtape made some excellent caramel brownies to tide Wei and the rest of the household over.
Eva learned the pains of being a masterful sculptor, suddenly realizing why Harwood was trying to escape his sculpting duties by constantly visiting the Knacks instead. He spent a lot of time there that summer, to the point of almost seeming more like a Knack than an Ironstar. Vega hoped that Harwood would come home; she needed a good friend. And Eva hoped for a reprieve, especially since there was a new bookcase and a rocking chair in the living room.
Vega caught up with Angelique Jones-Brown at the Diner, with Screwtape in tow. Much to Vega's enjoyment, Angelique was as neurotic as her and as easily impressed as Screwtape was.
“Aren't you a little cutie?” said Angelique to Screwtape by the end of the day. “Oh my god, I have to tell my sisters about you!” Vega was very hopeful after that night. Screwtape was just happy over a new best friend.
A few days later, Vega dipped her feet into the real estate market. Her makeovers of Willowglen Ampitheatre were tested and given glowing reviews from Clark Peddler, but rumor had it that he was quite easily-impressed and not a good authority on those matters. As for the Gypsy Wagon, she felt a connection to it that she couldn't explain at the time.
Vega finished her fifth PI case, convincing Buck Green that Kat Hunter was nothing but trouble, regardless of their over twenty years as a couple. All she needed was one more case.
But something was clearly wrong in the mind of Vega. One day, she was a little more distraught than usual, even though nothing strange was going on. It all started with not getting dressed to garden outside.
No one could sense what she sensed. She sensed loss, heartbreak, and reality crashing down on her. And while it was all fear and worry, her sourness overrode it, and all Vega did was grumble before the world felt much different. Something was going on in her head; a personal turning point for her accompanied by a low rumbling and a threatening orchestral number.
It was the sound of her best friend staring out the window for the last time.
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Note about the last screenshot: I was beyond annoyed that Harwood decided to die in the corner, because it made getting a screenshot almost impossible. I eventually gave up trying to get a screenshot of just him by carefully positioning the camera beyond the wall but not far enough to cut him out of the shot, so I shot it through the window. I always wanted to move that window so it wasn't right at the corner, but without it, I couldn't have gotten a screenshot of Harwood dying. Funny how things work out. I still haven't moved the window.
And yes, you can start to leave “RIP Harwood” comments, but in all honesty, I'm glad he went when he did. Unlike past attempts, I feel like he did everything I needed him to this time. Thanks for the two motive mobiles, the moodlet manager, 200,000+ LTHP in total, four museum pieces, handy toddler care, and six wonderful children.
