CrossroadsMorgan retreated to his workshop (big surprise!) and built a second SimBot.
The game called this one Kevin. It doesn't fit with the family's naming theme but at least it goes well with Kristy. Despite the many hours that went into Kevin's creation, Morgan didn't seem all that delighted with the finished product.
Most of his time, though, was spent churning out endless floor hygienators and blowing up cheap dishwashers.
Those are the Tanner boys: Ethan screaming his ghostly head off and little brother Wilfred actually being useful. Morgan chatted to them both for a while after the flames were extinguished and discovered, unsurprisingly, that Wilfred is brave.
Shortly afterwards, he started work on his third and final SimBot.
Even though she'd been the means of achieving his lifetime wish, Morgan wasn't any keener on her than on her two older siblings.
She was named Carmen. Carmen Carr
. Well done, game! (Given the existence of the Karmann Ghia, it even fits the theme.)
The following day, Morgan sold yet another batch of hygienators and maxed his career. He's my first inventor to reach level 10 before becoming a Master Inventor: the others had to sell quite a few masterful time machines to get there. Reaping the benefits of completing all three consigning challenges early on, presumably. To my surprise, given the lack of graduations and other ceremonies since mid-generation two, he was summoned to City Hall to be presented with a key.
A couple of days later, he was back again for the inventor's accolade (which was presented by a different mayor. Either they have a really fast turnover of municipal officials in Lucky Palms or it just coincided with the end of the first one's term).
Morgan seems to be having something of a second midlife crisis. After the presentation, he wanted to stay and chat with the onlookers and then wished to learn charisma. While he was in the library reading
Fixing the Friend Problem, he astonished me by rolling a wish to kiss Lorie Perry (the woman in the yellow T-shirt in that last screenshot), whom he'd only met that day and had barely spoken to. It seems he's not asexual after all!
He finished up the day by driving out to the military base and enlisting.
Morgan was taken on as a latrine cleaner and left the base shortly before midnight looking thoughtful. Had he really done the right thing?
After a few hours' sleep (and a drastic haircut), he left for his first day in his new job.
He might have been getting on a bit for a new recruit but he still impressed the top brass enough to get a promotion on his first day. Mind, he was a mere stripling compared with Stephanie Griggs.
I worry a little about the Lucky Palms military: Morgan's boss is also an elder (and another Griggs – I think he's Stephanie's husband). Who will leap into action to defend the citizenry if they get invaded?
Morgan jogged home after every shift (with miraculously regrown hair), getting a little further each day before exhaustion set in and he had to summon his car.
He kept noticing the same driverless vehicles in the road, apparently abandoned. After a while, he took to stopping and blowing them up.
There were no fines – but then, the town ought to be grateful that he was clearing away the obstructions. He was careful not to mention it to Minnie, though.
Robin had her final birthday – with a cake, because it's the least I can do. I feel so guilty about poor Robin. She didn't seem all that grateful…
…maybe because she realised what the cake would lead to.
Two days later, it was Opal's turn for a birthday.
She had a very early cake, so that I could see how Morgan reacted to a newly grown-up Opal.
Not early enough, it would seem. She'd barely blown the candles out when the carpool turned up. I'd have to wait
. In the meantime, I sent her off to the mirror and dresser for a makeover.
Remember the revolting state of the park when little Portia was trying (and failing) to sell her baked goods? It's got worse. Much worse.
Since the Carrs own the park, I added a generous quota of rubbish bins a few game weeks back. It made no difference whatsoever. I tried to clear up the mess myself but found that I couldn't.
So the entire household (apart from Morgan, who was busy trying to become a Master Inventor at the time) spent a long evening litter-picking. I wish I'd thought to check they'd all eaten first, though – I only just stopped Robin from eating an ancient and rotting burger
.