This challenge spans eight generations, leaving one Sim from each generation immortal, so that you end up with eight Sims – one from each generation. It also happens to be diabolically difficult. Out of all those who have attempted the challenge, apparently only seven players have successfully completed it.
Let’s put it this way: the challenge’s designer has helpfully provided an Excel workbook players can use to track everything. Not a spreadsheet: a workbook. Which is to say, eight spreadsheets. And you need them, and I will be using one, and grateful for it, as well.
To begin, I had to age Khloe up to Young Adult.
Then I moved her out, bought an empty lot, and reduced her funds from §4.5 million to §500. (That stung a little.)
No time to get sentimental about it. We have to get cracking! She needs to start a family, and she needs to start it pronto. (She also needs to max out at least one skill, get to the top of the Police career track, become an accomplished artist… the list goes on. Let’s just focus on one thing at a time.)
Dude La Mer: Not interested. Too bad, because he was certainly convenient.
I sent her to the gym, where she met Jonah Lai, a handsome fellow who was totally into her until she tried to kiss him.
She invited him over to her
home empty lot.
He was willing to cuddle on the bed, but he would go no further.
Here’s a close-up of that great fabric texture, for the knitters out there!
She put the moves on him again, and he again rejected her.
He even spent the night, and was willing to sleep in the same bed. But just as friends.
THIS WAS GETTING CRITICAL. You can’t adopt for the challenge, your Sim has to become pregnant. And look how sad she was about her biological clock running out!
Even her new bathroom/kitchen kiosk failed to comfort her.
I invited him over the next day for one last chance. They were at Best Friends, almost 100% relationship score, but she just couldn’t get him to accept her romantic advances.
After this rejection, I cut him loose and sent her out looking again. She found this fellow, Bart Inkbeard, at the local park.
Yep, cruising the park after dark. Classy, right?
And she’s a cop, too, You’d think she would have better judgment about these things.
You know what you find at the park after dark? Guys with Sim-pattern baldness wearing checked shirts, Utilikilts, and green clogs.
I don’t even know WHAT that is. But he was really into her, and I was in no mood to be picky.
In fact, I had Khloe propose marriage to him right then and there!
Immediately followed by a private wedding.
Bringing him into her household brought the family funds to §4249. But I didn’t want to spend it, because they have to save up to buy the recipe for Ambrosia, which costs §12,000.
They found other ways to amuse themselves.
Those wacky newlyweds!
A few days later, Khloe was really starting to show. She announced her pregnancy to Bart, who seemed unfazed.
He patted her on the shoulder and gave her a thumbs-up. Like, “Nice work!”
Bart’s fate is to serve as support staff. For now this means fishing and fishing and fishing until he gets good enough to catch Death Fish (which are a key ingredient in Ambrosia).
In fact, he was out fishing when their baby boy Grayson was born. (I finally found that list of trending baby names I mentioned last time!)
Per the terms of the challenge, you can’t age up your Sims until it’s actually their birthday. Picture a lot of studying and crying babies. And then it was Grayson’s birthday!
Hey, kid, blow your nose!
Khloe had gone back to work by this point. Bart split his time between child care duties and getting his Cooking skill high enough to cook Ambrosia.
Khloe can’t have Ambrosia until she has completed this ridiculously long list of challenges. Here she’s interviewing some random Sim, so that she can write a report, so that she can get promoted at work.
I love how literal-minded kids can be.
At about this time I realized that I had to get a portrait of Grayson painted before he turned into a child. Quick, Bart – learn how to paint! Paint, paint, paint!
I’m not sure he’s going to make it, so I had him take a cheesy cell phone picture just in case.
They look almost as bad as REAL cell phone pictures.