Wainwrights Forever -- A Townie decaDynasty (failed -- move to Graveyard)

[MarianT]

WAINWRIGHTS FOREVER

Chapter 1 – Andrew

   You wouldn’t think, to look at me, that I was plotting to take over the town of Sunset Valley, would you. Yet that is exactly my intention. I have already taken over the Wainwright household.



   A short time ago, Boyd and Susan (all right, Mom and Dad) had not the slightest inkling of a desire to have another child. Their main concern was what they would do with the bedroom my much older sister Blair had just vacated. Mom was considering setting up a state-of-the-art laundry room; Dad wanted a place where he could look at the computer without Mom’s supervision.



   Then I came and instigated them into trying for a baby. Neither of them wanted a baby, but I wanted to be born, so that was that. If you want more of an explanation, you can read Samuel Butler’s Erewhon.  It’s kind of a utopian novel.
   By this time, you’re probably wondering why this toddler, who can’t even speak Simlish yet, is talking about old novels and what his parents want. That’s because I’m not really a toddler – I am an all-powerful energy-being who happens to be in this small red-headed body.
   Right now, I have two major concerns. One is getting somebody to change this ugly high chair into something more attractive in Irish green. The other is encouraging Mom to develop a young-again potion so I won’t get snatched away by some social worker if she and Dad die before I grow up.



   Oh, well, time to get back to working on my skills – walking today, followed by more potty training.

[wellcam884]

I Really Like Your Story Start Cant Wait To Read More

[ratchie]

Great idea,what a unique way to approach the decadynasty.

Rachel

[Gogowars329]

Very unique start. I love it. Interesting choice of founders.

[TheChronicR]

I have to agree with the above posters and say that this is a story I'll be reading for sure. Well, who could expect less from the author of the great Aliens In Twinbrook?

[MarianT]

Chronic, spare me my blushes. Thanks, everyone.

[MarianT]

Chapter 1 -- Andrew (continued)

Dad’s been showing me how to fix things.



   I think I’ve grasped the principle. You pick up something and hit what you’re trying to fix until it gets fixed. Take that, pegboard!



   Mom wants me to take an interest in art.



   Unfortunately, I find the subject bo-o-o-ring.



   Mom and I went to the library last night. While we were gone, a burglar came to the house. Luckily the police showed up to protect our possessions, but the burglar got away. If I’d been there, that wouldn’t have happened.



   As you can see, the high chair is still the same putrid color. The hex code I want is 008862 – c’mon, people, let’s get on with it!

[ratchie]

I think I am going to like Andrew.

Rachel

[MarianT]

Chapter 1 -- Andrew (continued)

I’ve been making some decisions about the future. The first thing is that I’m going to collect gems.



   The second is that I’m going to develop the athletic skill to the fullest.



   I think I have a pretty good reason for this decision. Would you believe me if I told you that Dad is a couch potato?



   The third is that I’m going to be a pirate when I grow up.



   Apparently, piracy is not on the table as a career choice. I’m going to have to find some other way to deal with all the fools who think that lime green (yuck) is just as good as Irish green (sweet).



   Obviously, I’m not going to be able to bite heads off, but there are some interesting options in the realm of military hardware. Tanks, for example.



   And rockets.



   In the meantime, I’m just not getting through to these people. Don’t they worry about traumatic experiences in early childhood? Don’t they realize they’re contributing to the development of a complex?

[SassySimmer]

I like the angle that you have taken, very original

Can't wait to read more!

[MarianT]

Chapter 2 - Andrew

The past few days have been intensely traumatic. First of all, Mom turned into an elder. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw what she was wearing. Mom, how could you do this to me?



   Then Dad decided to borrow Mom’s spiffy new lab coat when he went off to work. The only thing worse than lime green is lime green and white stripes. Wavy ones. It doesn’t get any worse than that.



   Except when you’re wearing the color yourself. Ack! I need to plan some outfits fast!



   Once the wardrobe crisis was over, I discovered that being a kid is even better than being a toddler. For one thing, you can arrange to have the lime green high chair sent to the junk yard. I thought about keeping it around until I was old enough to blow it up, but decided I really didn’t want to endure the intervening years of misery. For another, you can play catch with people and make cool potions at the chem lab.
   On the down side, you have to go to school, and you have to think about what you want to be when you grow up. I’ve decided I want to be a dinosaur.



   Sadly, that’s a career option even less viable than becoming a pirate. So I’m going to be an astronaut.



   Oddly enough, Mom and Dad think this is a great idea. They even bought me a treehouse so I can pretend I’m exploring outer space while they – um –



   “Ensign Wainwright!”
   “Aye, aye, sir!”
   “I’m expecting a report on the mating rituals of the Tesnus Yellav aliens at 0700.”
   “Aye, aye, sir.”
   “And make it snappy. We blow this popsicle joint at 0730.”



   Our intrepid hero crept warily across the unfamiliar terrain. Eerie, unearthly noises emanated from the aliens’ compartment. He waited with suppressed excitement for them to emerge from their enclosure. He couldn’t risk capture, so he crouched behind a velveteen rock formation. A buzz from his communication device interrupted his vigil.
   “Commander?” he whispered.
   “It’s 0720, Ensign. You’d better hurry back to the ship.”
   And so they left Tesnus Yellav before Ensign Wainwright could complete his report. But he knew that someday he’d be back.

[ratchie]

Has Andrew met his big sister yet.

Rachel

[TheChronicR]

I totally adore the kid, Marian, he's so smart! And I love this story, a lot. Yep, that outfit with white/lime green stripes is the worst thing in Sims.

[MarianT]

Chapter 2 -- Andrew (continued)


Mom retired almost as soon as she became an elder so she could spend all her time working on the young again potion.



   After a few days, and another hair-raising singe, she finally got it. Way to go, Mom!



   I got a badge at scouting, which I showed to my big sister Blair. I don’t think she was too impressed. Mom came to the ceremony, but Dad had to give a report at City Hall.



   “Ensign!”
   “Sir?”
   “Prepare to begin training a new recruit. Oh, and Ensign – you’re being promoted to Lieutenant.”



   Yep, you guessed it. Thanks to that “mating ritual,” I now have a baby brother, Bruce.

[MarianT]

Chapter 2 -- Andrew (continued)


        Childhood went by much too quickly. I’m a teenager now, which means I have more responsibilities, fewer ways to have fun, and about as many privileges as I had as a child. No more pretending to be an astronaut – now I’m preparing to become the real thing. That means grinding away to get A’s (which I’ve gotten, but I’m still not on the honor roll), and trying to build up my strength by joining the sports club.



   As for privileges – I still can’t drive, although Mom’s been teaching me. She keeps flinching, which makes me brake, so she flinches some more. I’ve tried explaining that the curb looks too close to her because she’s in the passenger seat instead of the driver’s seat, but she keeps worrying that I’m going to drive up on the sidewalk.



   The one new fun thing is romance. I’ve got a girlfriend, Abbie Hart. We went to the Prom together, and she let me kiss her after I agreed to going steady. It’ll be a long time until I can get married, and I tried explaining that to her, but she just said she’d wait for her “soldier boy.”



   Anyway, we had a great time dancing, and I was named Prom King, which really surprised me because I didn’t think I was all that popular. I think the background for the picture is spot-on, because I’m planning to be one of the few Sims who goes to the Moon.



   Abbie’s been over a couple of times since then. Mom isn’t too happy about the relationship. She says there’s a streak of insanity in the Harts, and she has issued a “four on the floor” rule. That means four feet on the floor at all times. If Abbie and I are on the couch when she walks through the room, she says “four on the floor, four on the floor.” I think the Harts aren’t the only ones with a streak of insanity. Take Bruce, for example. The kid sits in the bathroom, talking to his little doll, all the time. Does that sound like sane behavior?



   Dad has really mellowed since he was promoted to Creature-Robot Cross-Breeder. I’m hoping he retires before he actually makes something. Mom’s chemistry potions are weird enough for me.
   I forgot – pranks are another cool thing. I got Dad good with the sink, and he never even suspected.



   Bruce is ready to start school now. I’m a little worried about how he’ll do. His favorite color is purple, and he likes to hit himself with a pillow and pretend he’s playing with some kid named Jody. I know I used to pretend I was an astronaut, but this is more like hallucination than imagination.