I can't wait to see what Georgie does for the dynasty. And I like the last screenshot. It accurately portrays my own feelings about babies.
Heh heh...I laughed out loud when I saw Chandell's face. I'm pleased that you two have something in common
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Trident, thanks for the games list. I have the following:
Generations
Ambitions
Late Night
World Adventures
Island Paradise
University Life
Supernatural
Pets
Showtime
Into the Future
Seasons
Town Life Stuff
Movie Stuff
Master Suite Stuff
Outdoor Living Stuff
High End Loft Stuff
Dragon Valley
Monte Vista
Hidden Springs
Riverview
You lucky, lucky duck person. I have been DYING for Dragon Valley! Are the dragons actually cool, or are they lame? Ooo, and are the clothes all they're cracked up to be?
Chandell, Chapter Two: On the Laws of Aging and GeneticsI must admit, I wonder how Georgie processes all of us.
Every time she moves, there is someone to feed her, burp her,or snuggle her.
And when someone doesn't attended to her every whim.....well, it's quite clear that PlantSim's have lungs.
She has the oddest traits; evil, and dislikes children. I wasn't even aware that it was POSSIBLE for children to have the trait. Does she hate herself? Will she hate other children simply because they are children? Can only PlantSim children have this trait, as opposed to humans or supernaturals? Can aliens have this trait?
Is it her evil trait that lets her understand Jesse's love of candy? Is it genetics of some sort that makes her evil? And, the most important question-how in the world does she have a constant supply of candy?! It never runs out!! Why?! How?! WHAT IS THIS ILLOGICAL NONSENSE?!?!?!
GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
I'm adding it as a chapter in my book.
I know that Wyatt thinks I'm just doing this for the scientific aspect. But......I'm not. Not really. She's my daughter.
You know, I'm not some kind of heartless monster. I simply have an analytical mind. I love knowing things, I love finding things out, and I love teaching people about these things. I'm always thinking in terms of questions, answers, and the reasoning behind those answers.
One of my questions is why blowing out candles on a cake stimulates the aging process.
But sometimes questions must be put on hold, so that the process of reality may continue.
Jesse and Jayli 'helped me' (I.e, took over,) dress Georgie. I, however, did her hair. It's not yet leaves. It feels a little like corn silk, or cattail fluff.
She's a very cute young lady. I'll be talking to her when she's older about getting a mid-life crisis to change her dislikes children trait.
Not because I don't love her, or think it's 'bad.' She will be receiving a sibling soon enough, and I don't want them to hate each other.
Jesse and I made small talk while we dressed Georgia. It's strange how you can bond with someone over the most unusual things. I'm not just talking about Georgie; I mean the fact that our respective lovers will soon be intimate.
It's also pretty funny that Jess and I can discuss it candidly, while Wyatt flushes and Jayli leaves.
"So, do you think it will look like Jay or Wyatt?"
I took his bishop in a clean kill. "I'm betting a grandparent."
He pushed his queen across the board, putting my knight in a dangerous position. "Oh yeah? Why?"
I shrugged and retreated. "Wyatt was a mutation, gene-wise, and Jayli was adopted, which means her genes are recessive, and Wyatt's are spontaneous. So I'm going with either another mutation, or looking like a grandparent."
Jesse tsked and moved a pawn. "Huh. In that case, I'm putting cash on it looking like Margarita."
I slid a rook into play. "I say mutant. How much are we betting?"
He stuck his hand out. "50 simoleans."
I shook. "Too bad the odds are already in my favor.
Jayli aged the next day. She promptly changed her lifetime wish, joined the music career, and added make-up to cover her 'wrinkles'.
I keep trying to tell her that she is still gorgeous, but she refuses to believe it. It didn't help that Peggy aged up the next day; it just reminded my wife about her impending elder-hood.
It reminded me, however, of something very, very different-the entire reason why we're here.
Peggy's quest for immortality.
As I write this, she is descending the newly-built stairs into the museum, where she will eat ambrosia for the first time of many.
I wonder if she'll let me interview her about it.
