The Beginning of Something… Beautiful

Disclaimer:  If you don’t like swearing, cover your eyes and move on.  Shit, fuck, piss.  Still alive?  Then let’s continue.

It’s time for a Prettacy!  For those of you who don’t know, it’s a sim legacy where you try to get the prettiest sim in ten generations from the ugliest bastard you can think of.  If you don’t know what a legacy is, go read Pinstar’s rules, something I didn’t really do.  In this prettacy, I focus on some of the scariest, strangest people on the face of the planet:

Rednecks.

I was raised in South Carolina, so I think I know a good bit about real rednecks.  Sad really.

I still live in the south too.  You know, the type of south where people worship Free Bird and allegedly screw horses and Argentinian women.

Not true plz.

And where better to start this Prettacy than in Twinbrook.

I can almost smell the cornbread and moonshine.  Looks just like my backyard.

Before you ask, NO, my sim isn’t the founder of the prettacy.  I may be hideous, but my simself doesn’t live in Twinbrook.

I live over in Sunset Valley, in my super tacky purple mansion.  *sob*

When I first looked around the town of Twinbrook, I knew that this was just asking for a challenge.  Could I really make a pretty sim out of the genetics of this town?!

HOLY CRAP IT’S MY MOTHER.

“I NEED MY NICOTINE FIX NOW!!”

Kids, this is what happens when you smoke Malburo for 30 years.  Don’t do it.

ANYWAY, let’s move on to find out what my lovely founder will be in this tale of the south:

“MAKE LOVE TO ME NOW”

No.  Meet, Leroy Secksie, the wonder that is my founder in this Prettacy.  His traits are:  Loves the Outdoors (what hick doesn’t live on his porch), Dramatic (Because the government took our jobs), Flirty (who has NOT seen Jerry Springer, please leave this legacy and turn on your television or something), Charismatic (just because), and Inappropriate (google redneck.  I didn’t warn you).

SIDE VIEW PLZ

Haha, he lost all his nose cartilage in a four-wheeler related incident.  His eyes are green, I think , and his favorite movie is Joe Dirt.  His lifetime wish is to have 10 girlfriends.  WHY I picked that one I don’t know.  It won’t ever happen.  Maybe it was the challenge of it or the fact that I have friends who know people like that but it seemed more fitting than Journalist.

So that’s that for this chapter.  I got class in the morning because I refuse to live in a trailer like this guy is going to end up doing.  So until the next chapter, bla bla bla.