This week (when not dodging rabies, or burying a beloved neighbor dog, or spending Saturday afternoon dropping Xanax and getting a cavity filled) I took Quinn through her child and teen years.
She had a boring childhood. I only snapped the one picture of her as a child, gathering a beetle.
Soon it was time for her birthday at the Party Table!
The game gave her a tangerine sweater, distressed white jeans, and sandals. I stuck with that outfit, since it seemed to fit the Athletic/Sporty path I had chosen for her.
But I colored her hair because I was getting tired of everyone having the same boring dark brown hair.
And with that, it was time to go jogging!
Only to return home and sleep in her bedroom, which I had also color-coordinated with her favorite color (violet).
This next bit technically violates the challenge that I’m playing. But I got tired of having to constantly watch the clock and feed everyone Ambrosia to keep them from aging up. So who cares, anyway.
With the Generations expansion pack, they added two new lifetime rewards: one potion that turns you back into a Young Adult, and one that prevents you from ever getting older. All of my immortal Sims had accumulated more than enough lifetime happiness points to afford both potions each.
I assembled them at the Party Table.
(That part was the hardest. Two of them would sit down, and the third would get up and walk away. Then before the third one sat back down, someone else would get up and walk away. Maddening!)
Then I administered the potions.
“I’m young! And ageless! And stuck inside this table!”
Stupid glitchy Party Table.
Anyway, Quinn learned how to drive.
And her mother grew into an Elder.
But that didn’t stop her from having a pillow fight with her teenage daughter!
Quinn attended her prom. She had a prom picture taken, and was crowned Prom Queen!
Her grandfather painted her teenage portrait, as per the challenge. He’s not getting any better at those things, I’m afraid.
She played a round of hopscotch with her dad (and won).
And started a romance with one of her classmates, a fellow named Benny Huddleston who dresses like Indiana Jones in sneakers.
During one of those notorious teenage mood swings, she had a wish to “Beat someone up.” Which I thought was hilarious!
The problem was finding someone for her to attack. Why is there never a paparazzi around when you need one? I finally decided on her dead grandmother Francisca. Who for some reason doesn’t go back into her urn, and has been sticking around 24/7 for days, and is driving me crazy.
Unfortunately I could only get them mad enough for Quinn to slap Francisca. So her wish went unfulfilled. Still pretty entertaining, though!
Not long after the slap attack, suddenly I heard ominous music – a kind which I had never heard before in the whole entire game – and the camera zoomed out to encompass the entire property from above. I was immediately thrilled, because this could only be one thing: a Meteor Strike!
I have been waiting to see a Meteor Strike for the over-two-years I’ve been playing Sims 3. Can you imagine my excitement?
Now imagine my disappointment when the game suddenly crashed. Not just a lock-up: it completely shut down and closed.
Oh well. Back to the jogging.