Llama: Mmm, I smell a sweet aroma. Is that a Peaches Honeyblossom I am sensing in the air of this very new save file?
I mean, it’s not new, technically…
Llama: Oh, it’s new. It’s so new I’m like the very first spawned NPC. You’re not fooling anyone, lady!
Alright, so I had to start a new save file. Again. On a new computer. And so now time has sped up. Because I’m truly terrible at this. Please bear with me, this isn’t even just technical difficulties it’s like actual human functional difficulties on my end at this point. Idek.
Zolten: Mom, can you stop rubbing your completely flat stomach and feed me?
How dare you neglect sweet, special Zolten like that, Peaches. Shame on you.
Guess who finally has a shower? Aww yeeeeeeeah, we do! This is big. No more going to the gym to get clean. So great.
And we also got our first gnome, which came as a surprise when I checked Peaches’ inventory. His name is Chad because I’m just very original when it comes to naming.
Although she has no friends because she’s so far spent her entire young adult life trying to please a man (which is a major step back in the women’s movement but what can you do), Peaches rolls the wish to have a bachelorette party. I invite the sims I believe she’s had actual interactions with and hope for the best.
Oddly enough, Dayna isn’t even on the list of sims we could invite. Figures.
It wasn’t enough that Peaches already had a random woman and zombies watching her sleep, now the aliens are getting in on it too.
Xocop Qi’zozivun: We’re just trying to figure out why this sim seems even more inferior than the rest of her race.
When Nina Caliente comes by
to bring you news
but you’re kind of already in the middle of receiving news.
Welcome back, everyone, to the legacy that is only a month younger than my son. He is turning seven this year. Fingers crossed I’ll finish by the time he turns ten.
Firstly, I need to drop a pile of bad news on your lap. The legacy is gone. Chad through Jermajesty. Gone. I wasn’t kidding last chapter. I mean, I can only tell from my end, but I’m pretty sure if you go back to my previous chapters and click through, all the pictures are broken. All of them. And I don’t know if or when I will ever be able to fix that. All that work is just poof. POOF.
But let me clean that bad news up (hopefully?) with a dustpan of good news, which is that I also wasn’t kidding when I said I am restarting the legacy. That’s right. Ten more generations of this shiz. Are you going to hang in there? I can only hope, but you may have a life to get to, whereas I probably still won’t. SO LET’S TRY THIS AGAIN, EH? Enough of the talking. We’ve got a lot of work to do.
Far beneath the surface of the world, a sim is awakened. From the ash and flames, she rises.
Hi! Just a quick update to say that I’ve done some tweaking to the site. Not a lot of noticeable stuff, but it was brought to my attention that the images on the Creeper Downloads page were broken, so I replaced those with simple text until I can get new images. Feel free to download some Creepers and finish my legacy for me! Haha.
Going through those links made me miss them so much :( I’m hoping to get my new computer in the next month or so, so we’ll see. It appears I may have accidentally lost Jermajesty, though… THE GENERATION 8 (or 7?) HEIR. So, I will have to do some searching for him and/or figure out a Plan B. This poor legacy has been through so much, but I’m determined to finish it. Fingers crossed!
Otherwise, I hope you’re at least somewhat enjoying my adventures in TS2. It’s been nice to have that game to play and get back in the swing of writing updates again.
I hope you’re all doing well! I’ve been lurking on some of your stories and I’m enjoying seeing pretty TS3 images again. You’re all so brilliant. Thank you for sticking around!