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Fritter: 1.1
SO.
I finally bit the tasty, tasty bullet and started a legacy. In (oh god really) going on six years of playing this game I have never played a legacy! (Or had a romance sim for longer than a sim-week, but that's an unrelated issue.) And re-watching certain movies recently rekindled my desire to have a small side neighborhood of a particular aesthetic, and then a sim was born in Greensward Grey with the most ridiculous eyebrows and I mentioned to some friends how much I wanted to start a legacy with her and see how long it took to breed them out and they egged me on and, well, this happened, as naturally as the running-on in this sentence.
I apologize in advance.
So, a thing to know: I don't really follow rules. Like, at all. It's a legacy in that there's one family on an epic quest to pass on their genes unto eternity, but otherwise I play basically the way I always do. Just putting that out there.
Founder, Eulalie Fritter! Naturally a redhead, but she digs blue more than auburn.
And the aforementioned eyebrows, hiding behind that mop of hers. Enjoy this glimpse. You won't see them very often. Their majesty is best admired carefully, like a unicorn. Or [an opossum].
See, breaking the rules already! This is the Fritter ancestral mansion; Eulalie inherited it unexpectedly and moved to the tiny town of Afterwards because she had nothing going on in her old home. Much of it is decrepit and unused. (Translation: I got bored of decorating all the rooms after all the time I spent building the thing, and painted them to look decrepit and unused.)
Eulalie has basically no money at the moment, so she was glad to discover the stunted little banana tree growing in the yard. Since it was get a job or live entirely off bananas and she didn't care to subject her digestive system to the latter, she opened a sidewalk fruit stand. At the moment, this is her sole source of income.
A word about the townies of Afterwards: though I use the townie gun all the time to turn CAS sims into townies, I'd never used it to spawn townies before, so I didn't realize that you had to fiddle with the settings or all you get is super-white dudes. Eventually I figured it out, but currently roughly half the inhabitants of Afterwards are male Pasty McPastyfaces.
I also got bored of making them over about a quarter of the way through.
Nor do I have much of anything townified.
Eulalie: *waxes poetic about bananas*
Poorly-dressed townie: *ponders the merits of bananas*
Poorly-dressed NPC reporter who showed up uninvited: *peers* O__O
Eulalie: *plays catch poorly with a customer*
Poorly-dressed townie: *disapproves*
Poorly dressed reporter: *is excited about bananas for some reason!
Poorly dressed townie: *disapproves*
Eulalie enthuses about bananas. Reporter with poor fashion sense appears to be plotting something wicked.
...liiike giving Eulalie the Best of the Best award? How did this happen?The Insim career adjuster is how
HOWcheating
Also, it's Banana Fritters, not Fritter House.
Well, we "earned" it, let's own it.
Genetically improbable townie: While you yourself disgust me, your award impresses and arouses me.
Well, thanks! I have no idea who you are!
...but I like you.
And one of Eulalie's turn-ons is black hair, and we need awarm body mate for her, so let's invite Almond over as a thanks for the free eight grand.
This? This I like. OwO
So does Eulalie.
Almond is actually a sim I made, in that while testing a pregnancy morph for a mesh I had one of my model sims knock up another and then let them keep the baby, and that baby was that. In my quest to follow some of the rules arbitrarily, I made her a townie so that she's eligible as a mate. Don't judge.
The liking appears to be all-around. :D
Then began the dance of flirting but trying not to seem too eager.
For example, Eulalie, checking out the letterbox and totally not Almond at all.
Eulalie: ...yeah, and then this one time I peed myself because I forgot where the bathroom was.
Boy, that's a sexy story.
But somehow Eulalie managed to coax Almond through the foreboding iron gate anyway!
Eulalie: You know, you totally match the decor in this room? You should, like, move in.
Almond: Aww, that's so romantic.
There's a joke in here about lesbians moving in immediately, but my brain is too full of bananas to conjure it.
Almond gives Eulalie her first kiss! And then left immediately because it was two a.m. and she didn't have her pajamas.
But she came by the next day, presumably to buy some bananas. Instead she got a mouthful of Eulalie's face.
Eulalie: Is orange hair difficult to keep up with? I have to re-dye the blue about every other week!
Townie whose hair may be actually on fire: Nah. It's just the bleaching that's rough.
Almond: *peers at what may be the competition?*
Eulalie: I find that, when it comes to public speaking, it helps to imagine the audience naked.
Almond: Well, now you can visualize me accurately when the time comes. ;D
They managed to wait until the second date before Almond moved in, though that was in part because she was really reticent about certain things. Despite being double bolters, Almond refused to slow dance until they were crushing, and refused to move in before they fell in love. Seriously, she rejected both of them multiple times until these arbitrary conditions were met. I guess she wanted Eulalie to work for heruterus heart.
Eulalie: Thanks for the cash! Hope that dress has a preg morph.
Almond: 8D What?
Eulalie: 8D Nothing!
Despite there being a perfectly usable chair in the kitchen, Almond prefers to eat her hamburgers in the formal dining room. Classy!
The bluest room to ever blue. Also, cuddling. :>
CHALLENGE PROPOSAL ACCEPTED
And celebratory closet sex.
Then I figured out why Almond wouldn't use the kitchen chair. It was on a walk-through block directly in front of the doorway to the dining room, so I guess she couldn't... get... to... it somehow? I moved it to the other side and now they eat all their meals together, ~gazing into each other's eyes~.
Eulalie: So work is basically for chumps.
WELL HOW VERY NICE FOR YOU, MISS INHERITED-A-GIANT-FUCKING-MANSION.
Almond: I haven't had a job since I was fourteen and discovered the existence of Pokémon. I had nearly caught them all when my therapist forced me to microwave my game cartridges for the sake of my sanity.
I just like their faces.
And squeal over basically everything they do. Like CLEARING EACH OTHER'S DISHES, HOW PRECIOUS.
To supplement the income, Almond's started writing that novel she's always wanted to write, while Eulalie has taken up flower arranging.
Eulalie: I dunno, I've just never understood the appeal of Dungeons and Dragons.
Almond: It was my rock after Pokémon was taken from me too soon ;-;
Need I say more.
Classiness redux: instant meals in the formal dining room.
Sushi-hoodied townie: BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN
Poor Almond. Eulalie knocked her up at last, and she ran and horked into the toilet,
conscientiously cleaned it for the next person,
and then immediately horked into it again.
Hastening to ensure that her child would be a legitimate Fritter, Eulalie organized an impromptu wedding in the dining room, which is the only fancy room in the house.
Almond, wearing the armor of pregnancy to deflect criticism, lets off a little "steam".
As much as I love those post-nuclear TV station defaults, it's eerily Poltergeist-y when a sim sits and watches static alone late at night.
Oh, good.
And this is... the dead tree in their back yard. Also the neighborhood image for Afterwards because that's how I roll.
Ginger townie: I am puzzled as to why I am wearing a down jacket in a desert?
Probably because I forgot to set the seasons accordingly until now.
That's more like it.
Ill-prepared for the climate townie: So what do you have here, anyway?
Eulalie: It's a banana stand, so, uh... bananas?
Seriously, customers show up and do the "help me, salesperson" animation at a table which has a cash register and a tray of bananas. It doesn't get much more self-explanatory than that.
Ill-prepared for the climate townie: Despite the pleasant expression on my face, I loathe the very sight of you.
Eulalie: Bananas!
Eulalie is cruelly amused by the plight of her customers, wearing heavy jackets in 90-degree weather.
Ill-prepared for the climate townie: LET ME IN YOUR HOUSE, YOU ASSHOLE
Eulalie: ...Am I the only one who sees something wrong with this?
Ill-prepared for the climate townie is pretty cute once properly madeover, though!
Eulalie: Yeah, I sort of want to tap that now, but she's still a jackass.
Dreadlocked townie: *reaches nirvana*
Food processor, what are you doing here? You don't belong at the corner of the lot. You are a food processor.
Get back in the kitchen.
Thanks to Almond's pregnancy and the rapid depletion of her needs, she and Eulalie are on different sleep schedules at the moment.
She tends to use the time to do this.
Then I was watching Red Dragon and let the game go in the background for about fifteen minutes and when I came back there was a prompt to name the new babies, who were called Gershwitz and Boudicca and promptly aged up to toddlers. Because in sims, babies are for BBQin'.
They don't look it but I swear they're twins! Also, they both got the eyes for which Eulalie had a recessive gene. I am pleased.
On that abrupt note, goodbye. /o\
I finally bit the tasty, tasty bullet and started a legacy. In (oh god really) going on six years of playing this game I have never played a legacy! (Or had a romance sim for longer than a sim-week, but that's an unrelated issue.) And re-watching certain movies recently rekindled my desire to have a small side neighborhood of a particular aesthetic, and then a sim was born in Greensward Grey with the most ridiculous eyebrows and I mentioned to some friends how much I wanted to start a legacy with her and see how long it took to breed them out and they egged me on and, well, this happened, as naturally as the running-on in this sentence.
I apologize in advance.
So, a thing to know: I don't really follow rules. Like, at all. It's a legacy in that there's one family on an epic quest to pass on their genes unto eternity, but otherwise I play basically the way I always do. Just putting that out there.
Founder, Eulalie Fritter! Naturally a redhead, but she digs blue more than auburn.
And the aforementioned eyebrows, hiding behind that mop of hers. Enjoy this glimpse. You won't see them very often. Their majesty is best admired carefully, like a unicorn. Or [an opossum].
![[an opossum]](http://www.hiltonpond.org/images/OpossumVirginia01.jpg){kind=link}
See, breaking the rules already! This is the Fritter ancestral mansion; Eulalie inherited it unexpectedly and moved to the tiny town of Afterwards because she had nothing going on in her old home. Much of it is decrepit and unused. (Translation: I got bored of decorating all the rooms after all the time I spent building the thing, and painted them to look decrepit and unused.)
Eulalie has basically no money at the moment, so she was glad to discover the stunted little banana tree growing in the yard. Since it was get a job or live entirely off bananas and she didn't care to subject her digestive system to the latter, she opened a sidewalk fruit stand. At the moment, this is her sole source of income.
A word about the townies of Afterwards: though I use the townie gun all the time to turn CAS sims into townies, I'd never used it to spawn townies before, so I didn't realize that you had to fiddle with the settings or all you get is super-white dudes. Eventually I figured it out, but currently roughly half the inhabitants of Afterwards are male Pasty McPastyfaces.
I also got bored of making them over about a quarter of the way through.
Nor do I have much of anything townified.
Eulalie: *waxes poetic about bananas*
Poorly-dressed townie: *ponders the merits of bananas*
Poorly-dressed NPC reporter who showed up uninvited: *peers* O__O
Eulalie: *plays catch poorly with a customer*
Poorly-dressed townie: *disapproves*
Poorly dressed reporter: *is excited about bananas for some reason!
Poorly dressed townie: *disapproves*
Eulalie enthuses about bananas. Reporter with poor fashion sense appears to be plotting something wicked.
...liiike giving Eulalie the Best of the Best award? How did this happen?
HOW
Also, it's Banana Fritters, not Fritter House.
Well, we "earned" it, let's own it.
Genetically improbable townie: While you yourself disgust me, your award impresses and arouses me.
Well, thanks! I have no idea who you are!
...but I like you.
And one of Eulalie's turn-ons is black hair, and we need a
This? This I like. OwO
So does Eulalie.
Almond is actually a sim I made, in that while testing a pregnancy morph for a mesh I had one of my model sims knock up another and then let them keep the baby, and that baby was that. In my quest to follow some of the rules arbitrarily, I made her a townie so that she's eligible as a mate. Don't judge.
The liking appears to be all-around. :D
Then began the dance of flirting but trying not to seem too eager.
For example, Eulalie, checking out the letterbox and totally not Almond at all.
Eulalie: ...yeah, and then this one time I peed myself because I forgot where the bathroom was.
Boy, that's a sexy story.
But somehow Eulalie managed to coax Almond through the foreboding iron gate anyway!
Eulalie: You know, you totally match the decor in this room? You should, like, move in.
Almond: Aww, that's so romantic.
There's a joke in here about lesbians moving in immediately, but my brain is too full of bananas to conjure it.
Almond gives Eulalie her first kiss! And then left immediately because it was two a.m. and she didn't have her pajamas.
But she came by the next day, presumably to buy some bananas. Instead she got a mouthful of Eulalie's face.
Eulalie: Is orange hair difficult to keep up with? I have to re-dye the blue about every other week!
Townie whose hair may be actually on fire: Nah. It's just the bleaching that's rough.
Almond: *peers at what may be the competition?*
Eulalie: I find that, when it comes to public speaking, it helps to imagine the audience naked.
Almond: Well, now you can visualize me accurately when the time comes. ;D
They managed to wait until the second date before Almond moved in, though that was in part because she was really reticent about certain things. Despite being double bolters, Almond refused to slow dance until they were crushing, and refused to move in before they fell in love. Seriously, she rejected both of them multiple times until these arbitrary conditions were met. I guess she wanted Eulalie to work for her
Eulalie: Thanks for the cash! Hope that dress has a preg morph.
Almond: 8D What?
Eulalie: 8D Nothing!
Despite there being a perfectly usable chair in the kitchen, Almond prefers to eat her hamburgers in the formal dining room. Classy!
The bluest room to ever blue. Also, cuddling. :>
And celebratory closet sex.
Then I figured out why Almond wouldn't use the kitchen chair. It was on a walk-through block directly in front of the doorway to the dining room, so I guess she couldn't... get... to... it somehow? I moved it to the other side and now they eat all their meals together, ~gazing into each other's eyes~.
Eulalie: So work is basically for chumps.
WELL HOW VERY NICE FOR YOU, MISS INHERITED-A-GIANT-FUCKING-MANSION.
Almond: I haven't had a job since I was fourteen and discovered the existence of Pokémon. I had nearly caught them all when my therapist forced me to microwave my game cartridges for the sake of my sanity.
I just like their faces.
And squeal over basically everything they do. Like CLEARING EACH OTHER'S DISHES, HOW PRECIOUS.
To supplement the income, Almond's started writing that novel she's always wanted to write, while Eulalie has taken up flower arranging.
Eulalie: I dunno, I've just never understood the appeal of Dungeons and Dragons.
Almond: It was my rock after Pokémon was taken from me too soon ;-;
Need I say more.
Classiness redux: instant meals in the formal dining room.
Sushi-hoodied townie: BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN
Poor Almond. Eulalie knocked her up at last, and she ran and horked into the toilet,
conscientiously cleaned it for the next person,
and then immediately horked into it again.
Hastening to ensure that her child would be a legitimate Fritter, Eulalie organized an impromptu wedding in the dining room, which is the only fancy room in the house.
Almond, wearing the armor of pregnancy to deflect criticism, lets off a little "steam".
As much as I love those post-nuclear TV station defaults, it's eerily Poltergeist-y when a sim sits and watches static alone late at night.
Oh, good.
And this is... the dead tree in their back yard. Also the neighborhood image for Afterwards because that's how I roll.
Ginger townie: I am puzzled as to why I am wearing a down jacket in a desert?
Probably because I forgot to set the seasons accordingly until now.
That's more like it.
Ill-prepared for the climate townie: So what do you have here, anyway?
Eulalie: It's a banana stand, so, uh... bananas?
Seriously, customers show up and do the "help me, salesperson" animation at a table which has a cash register and a tray of bananas. It doesn't get much more self-explanatory than that.
Ill-prepared for the climate townie: Despite the pleasant expression on my face, I loathe the very sight of you.
Eulalie: Bananas!
Eulalie is cruelly amused by the plight of her customers, wearing heavy jackets in 90-degree weather.
Ill-prepared for the climate townie: LET ME IN YOUR HOUSE, YOU ASSHOLE
Eulalie: ...Am I the only one who sees something wrong with this?
Ill-prepared for the climate townie is pretty cute once properly madeover, though!
Eulalie: Yeah, I sort of want to tap that now, but she's still a jackass.
Dreadlocked townie: *reaches nirvana*
Food processor, what are you doing here? You don't belong at the corner of the lot. You are a food processor.
Get back in the kitchen.
Thanks to Almond's pregnancy and the rapid depletion of her needs, she and Eulalie are on different sleep schedules at the moment.
She tends to use the time to do this.
Then I was watching Red Dragon and let the game go in the background for about fifteen minutes and when I came back there was a prompt to name the new babies, who were called Gershwitz and Boudicca and promptly aged up to toddlers. Because in sims, babies are for BBQin'.
They don't look it but I swear they're twins! Also, they both got the eyes for which Eulalie had a recessive gene. I am pleased.
On that abrupt note, goodbye. /o\
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Oh, and I totally understand you with the cheating in legacies thing. It is being DIFFICULT AS FUCK for me not to cheat in my current legacy, specially since ACR decided that 4 kids (plus one more result of an abduction) was totally ok..
And I totally squeed when I saw you have my Nouk half shaved edit in your game.
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The twins are adorable. Cannot wait to see more updates, because honestly--your game rocks. :D
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DON'T STOP
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Also hee,I am flattered to hear it. :D
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:)
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I just discovered this
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