The remainder of Verich’s teen years were basically spent on the weight bench. I had decided I wanted him to become a firefighter, so he had to get ripped!
(Or whatever it is the kids call it these days. I don’t know. It’s 85 degrees inside my home right now; don’t ask me to think.)
At his Young Adult birthday he met a pretty girl named Patricia Pratt. They hit it off really well!
But soon the party was over, and it was time to give Verich his make-over. I decided to give him a mustache. Because don’t all firemen have mustaches? It seems like it.
Once I put the mustache on him, the rest of his outfit just sort of… fell into place. Tada!
Doesn’t he look fabulous? I certainly think so, but I tend to be biased when it comes to my Sims.
I decided he should take after his mom and dad, with the underwear thing.
His first wish as a Young Adult was to become a Firefighter. I was happy to oblige! Here he is, heading out for his first day of work.
I started him off meeting all his coworkers, then let him take it from there.
Meanwhile back at home, Umlaut had a series of oddball wishes. First, he had a burning desire to make hamburgers. Um… okey dokey.
Then he learned that Elvis, his mister… mistress… misteress… um, what’s the word for that?
Anyway, Elvis died. Umlaut went into the vintage 1950′s aqua-colored bathroom and mourned.
That night in his sleep, Umlaut had a wish to “Have a baby with Kerrie.” Have you ever noticed that your Sims get weird wishes when they’re asleep? Anyway, I couldn’t resist.
On a whim the next day, I clicked on the time machine Simon built. I instructed Kerrie and Umlaut to “Try For Baby: In the Future.”
Nothing really seemed to happen. Umlaut was still broken-hearted. Kerrie was more entranced by wearing clean laundry. Not the greatest bout of love-making, I gather.
It looks like that gnome is taking a dump on Kerrie’s laptop!
OH noooo, that is SO wrong.
I got bored with the grown-ups and went back to the fire station. Verich was talking excitedly with a coworker about turkey drumsticks.
You can basically live at the fire station, if you want. They even have barracks where you can sleep!
I decided to put Verich through firefighter boot camp. He lived, slept, and ate in the firehouse. Sometimes he even went out on calls to put out fires!
Frankly these fires make me nervous. He could get hurt! I try not to think about it, and save often.
Ironically, Umlaut set the kitchen on fire while Verich was away. And then he had a birthday in the middle of it. It was really confusing.
“Oh, if only we knew someone who could extinguish fires!”
Later that night, I had Umlaut and Kerrie “Try For Baby” in bed like normal.
The next morning, she yarked up a puddle of joy! (I think that’s joy.)
When I wasn’t watching, Verich took the carpool home. His Social need was low, so I invited Patricia Pratt over, and had a party.
Verich has some pretty sweet dance moves!
The song is Nelly Furtado’s Simlish version of “Manos al Aire.” (Here’s the original version.)
Patricia Pratt grew up and got some back.
Verich was totally into her. Must be those red checked pants.
I discovered that Firefighters have a special Romantic interaction, called “I’m A Firefighter!”
This action is so hilarious, you really have to see the video! (Try to overlook Umlaut crying over Elvis’ death in the background.)
So after all this, I send Verich back to the firehouse. I’m watching as he does some maintenance on the alarm, when suddenly a FOURTH Sim’s thumbnail appears on the left-hand side of the screen. Umlaut, Kerrie, Verich, and… WHAT IS HAPPENING.
I click over, and it shows the position of this new fourth Sim as approaching from the edge of the map. Okay… a little sinister.
Then I get a pop-up. Please welcome Farrah Alphabetti, the child that Umlaut and Kerrie conceived in the future!
But I barely have time to process this new information before Kerrie goes into labor with their child from THIS time-space continuum.
(You’d think that just ONCE, a Sim would be all “Oh my, in this case we should go to the hospital.” But no – they always lose it completely when someone goes into labor.)
Everyone, please welcome our newest little darling, Violetta!
Verich and Patricia should keep a closer eye on the washer and dryer. Looks like a little mechanical trouble there.
If the Alphabetti that was just born is Violeta, does that mean the clan is soon to be extinct (after 5 more births)?
That’s exactly what it means, and I have no idea what I’ll do after that! Go back through the alphabet? Just pick random names that I like? No clue!
Cops are also still rockin’ the ‘stache. They’re about the only ones left.
You could start giving them all two names. That way you could have 676 more generations! (Like AA-AZ, BA-BZ, … ZA-ZZ)
I don’t know how you’ve managed to get so far. I have NEVER in all my 5 years of playing the sims, played one sim from birth to death. The furthest I’ve ever got is making their parents, to when the child is a young adult. I always end up making a new town
Because I have a brilliant idea for a new story (which I never finish because I get ANOTHER brilliant idea for a new story)
“Firefighters have a special Romantic interaction, called “I’m A Firefighter!””
That made me LOL.
And don’t forget. Baby W must be Wingdings. (In honor of the great Helvetica, who brought the family on its migration to the Sims 3.)
OH thank you, I had actually forgotten all about that! Dammit I really should have named the baby Verdana. Maybe it’s not too late!
You could always rename her at the town hall.
[...] baby Violetta was growing by leaps and bounds. And then Pork With Bones reminded me that this baby should have been named Verdana! [...]