Hi. We’ve reached second half of this legacy since we’re starting with our sixth generation taking over.

Woo!!! This is a good thing since this is about three generations past where I go ‘This is boring, is there a rerun of Law and Order I can watch?’

So last time, stuff happened and Willow became a werewolf. Anything else was gravy to be honest.

“Honey, can you stop checking your fur out in the mirror and join the conversation?”

“Why? Oh is that a grey fur, I can’t have grey fur.”

“Willow, you’re lovely. Now stop acting like a child and have some cake.”

“Fine.”

All wolfishness aside, Eva finally finished her novel – My Grandfather May Be an Evil Witch, but It’s My Mother Who’s the Real Bitch. Naturally it was a best seller.

This slide has no point other than to show Beatrix and Vash as kidlets. They may look a little odd, but this isn’t a prettacy. Odd is acceptable.

“Willow, since you’re the heiress now here are the deeds to the two businesses. Keep passing them along until someone with a fortune aspiration rolls up the top business want.”

“You mean it? Even if I’m the one who does?”

“Sure. If it makes you happy.”

“Thanks, Grandma!”

“You’re welcome.”

“You know, I don’t have to wait for a someone to roll the want. I can top five businesses now!”

“I’m sure you can, honey. But just wait, okay. We don’t want a bored creator on our hands. Let’s give her something to look forward to.”

“You mean dread?”

“That too.”

Since we now have school age kidlets, it can only mean one thing.

“Why am I the sacrificial lamb?”

That’s right, it is time for the generational visit from the Uncomfortably Inappropriate Headmaster. As the eldest Bored in the house, Nery gets the honors. It’s a little too creepy when he watches the children pee.

While Nery conducted the obligatory tour of the bathrooms, Scot taught Vash how to do his homework.

While out in the living room, Willow did the same for Beatrix.

“I have a question. I didn’t see any children or anyone young enough to have children. Is this an old folks home?”

“Um, rude question, but no. We’re a four generation family living under one roof.”

“Oh. So which of you makes the most money?”

“I don’t see why that is important. We can easily afford your fees.”

“Just curious.”

“Well you’d better stem your curiosity and finish your food. The dead nanny is out tonight and she’s never in a good mood.”

“Thanks for the warning, you’re in.”

“Yay. And you didn’t have to see me pee either.”

No, the nanny wasn’t in a good mood at all. First Willow and Scot were in the bed she wanted to haunt woohooing.

So she settled for the lamp instead.

Then she took out her anger on the hapless butler.

Then our heiress.

Who quickly went for some orangeade for the hunger boost. Earning herself a Bronze badge in the process.

Then the nanny went after Eva.

While Corbin tackled Nery, who after the scare needed some food and a nice hot bath.

Not that Corbin would let him. I don’t know what the ghost’s problem is all I can think of is the whole father protecting his little girl thing.

Then the nanny hit Scot and I started wondering if I needed to dub this the night of the nanny.

Because literally everywhere you looked there was something supernatural going on.

As well as something very exciting for me.

Willow, my lovely werewolf heiress, finished her bug collection. YAY!!! Another legacy point!

“So does that mean I can get out of the cold? My legs are freezing!”

“So what do you want to do?”

“I dunno. I think we’re friends now.”

“Well isn’t that just peachy.”

“You don’t have to be so sarcastic, Trixie.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Fine I won’t. I’m going to go play with grandpa, if you’re going to be a snit.”

“I’m not a snit, and I’m going to go play with great-grandma. So there!”

After a short nap, Beatrix did just that.

While outside, Vash played most unusually with Babylon 5.

“Grandpa, you’re the bestest!”

“Aww, thanks Vash.”

“When I grow up I wanna be just like you.”

“That’s sweet. But I’d rather you’d just be Vash. I love Vash more than I love myself.”

“Have I told you today that I love you more than anything, Babylon?”

“Yes. But I’d like to hear it again.”

“Grandpa, do you think the wishing well will give me a man as awesome as Grandpapa? I mean how did you know he was the one?”

“I just knew, Vash.”

“But you’d just met! He could have been a psycho killer with a salad fetish.”

“I don’t think that was possible, Vash. And remind me to have to a talk with my father about leaving his dvds in the player.”

“And babies! How did you have babies? My teacher says that only women can have babies and I said that wasn’t true cause Grandpa and Grandpapa had five. And then she said they must have been ‘A Dropped Ted,’ and I said you didn’t drop any guy named Ted that Mama and Uncles Rusty and Tamahome came out of Grandpa’s plumbbob and Aunt Celes and Uncle G’kar came out of Grandpapa’s. Then she gave me a detention for telling lies. But I didn’t! So how did you have babies?”

“That’s a discussion best had when you are older.”

“And preferably with someone else.”

“But I want babies like you guys. I want have what you guys have. You’re my idols!”

“Oh, you’re such a sweet kid. I couldn’t ask for a better grandson.”

“I love you, Grandpapa! Here lemme show you guys a trick!”

“Woo! Well done!”

“Babylon, should we be encouraging him to stick his head in the cold, wet snow?”

“Yes, so long as he doesn’t ask us any more questions about where babies come from.”

“Good point.”

G’kar went inside for some cocoa and the two elders lay down in the snow in front of the house.

“That kid is one precocious little bugger.”

“Yes. But he shouldn’t get detention for telling the truth. Remind me to speak with the headmaster about that.”

“What are you doing to tell him?”

“I thought I would just show him pictures. I think I have a few with our bellies very clearly visible.”

“And if that isn’t enough?”

“I’ll tell him it must be my alien heritage. That can’t be disputed considering our kids’ skintone.”

“You’ve got a good point.”

“So… Hottub?”

“Sounds like fun.”

“What are you doing, Vash?”

“Saving the handsome man from the shark.”

“And why are you in your swimsuit?”

“Because I didn’t want to get my clothes wet.”

“Makes perfect sense, carry on!”

“Why are you in your undies, Dad?”

“I’m waiting for your mother to get out of the tub.”

“Oh. Okay!”

“Mmmm, I love the smell of freshly showered Willow fur.”

“Oh Scot, you say the nicest things.”

Hi I.M. I haven’t seen you in a while. I want your pink eyes back!

I.M. was actually a very well behaved ghost. Corbin was on the rampage, stalking poor Beatrix all over the house.

Nery agrees, Babylon 5 and Jason are cute together at any age.

Did you know that snowman making defies the laws of physics? I didn’t. And apparently, we have replaced our spare with an arborvitae, let’s see if anyone notices.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to jump in your arms, man. You’re framming hot!”

“And Married! Very, very married. Who are you anyway?”

“One of Willow’s friends from college, she said the bubbles here were epic.”

“And obviously you’ve been partaking of them heavily if you thought that hitting on her father was good idea.”

“Major bummer, man.”

“Mr. Bored, I’m going to kiss you now.”

“I don’t think so. Do none of you get the idea of boundaries?”

“What happens in college…”

“This is not college and my husband is standing right here.”

“What a let down.”

“Stop inviting strange men over!”

“Ack! But I wasn’t doing anything with them.”

“Doesn’t matter. Stop it!”

“I think Corbin’s going to stop the strange guys visiting. It’s nice to know he’s on my side.”

Strange men might be taken care of, but strange women were another matter.

“Look can you move? As funny as I am sure this may look, I like woohooing with my wife. Preferably in private.”

“Ha! She’s all furry.”

“Can I maul her?”

“How are your nice points?”

“Still above five.”

“Then I wouldn’t. You’ll feel really guilty about it.”

There’s a reason that I take a lot of pictures of ghost scares. That is because pretty much every night there is at least one ghost out. Amusingly, the nicest ghost is I.M. I’d never thought I’d say that. At this point, I am not sure if my sims are going to make it through the legacy as sims start dying off more.

“You know, if I attach a knife to your stubby arms you’d make an effective crippling agent. I could use you when I kill Bill.”

“Beep.”

“On second thought, I think a katana is much better.”

“Beep.”

The whole motive freeze when Willow is a werewolf means that she spends a lot of time doing random stuff while the rest of the house sleeps. Here she is getting her gold gardening badge.

Then she moved on to fishing.

“You want to try to catch fish, hun.”

“I know. Although I want to know if there is a boot factory down there.”

“Probably.”

Time passes, as it does and it was time for the twins to grow to teen.

“I’m going to be just like you, Grandpas.”

“Boys! So unoriginal!”

“So what do you want to accomplish in your life?”

“I want to graduate three children from college. But not before I marry a nice man and woohoo my way across the neighborhood.”

“You know that makes no sense.”

“Yeah, I do. But for all that I am a romance sim, I’m a family sim at heart. What about you, Trixie?”

“I want to be a professional party guest, but I wouldn’t mind having lots of babies on top of that with my spouse.”

“Not picky?”

“Nope. Just so long as I love them, that’s all that matters.”

Two guesses what they were rolling the want for.

If you guessed one of the kids getting a scholarship, you would be correct.

Because I am still missing a neutral witch in my supernatural hunt, Vash gets the pleasure. It’s been two generations since we’ve had a witch and the remaining supernaturals are for the most part immortal, something I don’t want to get stuck with this early on.

“Oh yeah, that was the best thirty seconds of my life.”

“Now to be not so good.”

Vash took a break from studying to make a wish for friends in hopes that one of the drops would be a possible flirt. This guy was. He’s not bad looking. Depending on what happens with the well drop he may be the aged up baby daddy.

And a little later, Vash got his first kiss with Sherman. And that became the new best thirty seconds of his life.

Newly rejuvenated, Vash buckled down and managed to become a neutral witch.

While outside Rusty found out that Grandpa Corbin isn’t as nice as he used to be.

And after soiling himself, he beelined for safer ground. AKA anywhere but here.

Eva and Nery are still cute together. I never get tired of this animation.

“Mooooom!”

“What?”

“Can you put some clothes on?”

“Nope, ten outgoing, clothing is definitely optional.”

Did you know that sims don’t register the ballet barre? I didn’t. Apparently they can flirt, kiss, and hug while on opposite sides of it.

And random townie does not rock the kilt.

This slide is here so that I can tell you of my GRRR moment. Apparently my ACR stopped registering that Willow had her ideal family size of 1 when her kids aged up to teen. She still only had a 5% chance of trying for a baby. And she rolled a zero. Then she only had a 10% chance of getting pregnant and she rolled a 1.

This is my game. And it hates me.

However since it wasn’t a true glitch that I can point to, I terminated the pregnancy. She doesn’t want more kids and Babylon 5 and Jason don’t care about having more grandkids.

“I shall use this pool cue to cut a bloody swathe through my enemies.”

Beatrix apparently is not someone you want to mess with.

And in case you were doubting it, yes they both are family sims. Granted Vash’s is secondary. But really, he’s a family sim.

Because I wanted to see who Beatrix’s best match was I sent her to the well early. My well drops non-age appropriate loves (remember Celes’ playable teen well drop) and this townie teen came up. This makes me glad I did this now. I can age Vince up with her when she does. Yeah he dated her family members, by the time you get to this point in the legacy you’re going to have some repeats.

And I’ve got to do something about the nanny ghost.

Fantasy and Corbin are bad enough, I don’t need her. I am thinking I will resurrect her when Beatrix ages and then move her out at that time.

I think my sims would appreciate that.

Insert inappropriate caption here:

1. My what big balls you have!

2. I’d like to strike that!

3. I still know where to stick it!

Thank you. Please choose your favorite and go from there.

Sychronized Good Witch Swoon!

And still more synchronized swooning. These two have it down to a science.

“Nery, I’m so happy that you fell into my life.”

“I’m happy to have fallen.”

“So do you mind if we mimic our kids and cuddle on the lawn for a little bit?”

“I could be persuaded into doing that.”

“Then let me persuade you.”

“I think that cloud looks like a bed.”

“You’re right it does!

“Want to try to woohoo on it?”

“I don’t think we’re going to have enough time, Nery.”

“Eva! No!”

“Mom! Mom!”

“Evangelion Bored?”

“Yes.”

“You know that it is time.”

“Yes I suppose I do.”

“Here have this drink. I see you will be well missed.”

“Thanks. I’m going to miss everyone too.”

“Neat floating trick, how do you do it?”

“Magic.”

And with that, our generation three Heiress leaves us. She was 76 days old. She left money to 47 people including all of her family.

You were a good heiress, Eva, and one of the prettiest born in game sims that I’ve had.

So on this sad note, I’ll bid you farewell.

Happy simming!