O hai! It’s been a while! The heir poll’s been closed for over a week now, but I haven’t had one minute to spare because my husband’s been home sick and we’ve had lots of family time. Yayz. But you don’t care about that, do you? Nah, you just want to see what kind of nonsense I’ve come up with this time. Well, thank you for coming, and here you go! Disclaimer: this chapter will be filled with a LOT of white and purple. I apologize for the inconvenience, and hope that your retinas don’t burst into flames.
This guy here is the non-winner. That’s right, the next generation will be brought in by Apple! I actually messed up and told you that Moses had the LTW to befriend 20 sims. WRONG. He actually wants to become a Creature-Robot Cross Breeder.
"Oh, first she calls me a non-winner, and now my creator can’t even remember my only dream in life. I am LOVING myself."
At least I didn’t call you a loser. I’m sorry. Just work on your gardening skill, it’ll help you reach your goal.
"That you FORGOT."
Aw, come on.