Last chapter, things happened, then they didn’t happen because of the crashes. I basically played the same six days about four times (you would think I would save more frequently but hell)
Since the last crash, Dodge has taken over Goodwin and Leroy’s spot as the daytime ghost for whatever reason and we return to him egging his little granddaughter on for her birthday for the third time.
And there is a reason we are starting on her birthday again:
… Oh my goodness.
Well, uh, at least I found out that that CC hair works…
“Oh WOW! I have a midget dawghtur! I always wanted my own lil’ midget! They are jus’ so cute!”
“I’m a lil’ concerned whether I should blow this horn or not…”
“Ugf, I haff’ brou’kun ma jaw”
After Dixie fixed herself and the party ended, I found out that someone turned it to the kids station on the radio, and it refused to turn to a new channel, change song, or even turn off. I thought maybe breaking it and then fixing it would solve it, so I sent Nascar to tinker with it.
“I didn’t break the radio, but I’m so awesome that I managed to wire it throughout the house at four in the morning!”
“Gramma, that song that teaches me to brush mah teef n’ how to poop is playin’ through the ceilin’! I can’t sleep now!”
“I know sweetie, I hear it too!”
“Wut the hell’s the rad’yo doin’ blastin’ through the ceilin’ at four in the mawnin?! …Ugh, NASCAAAAR!!”
“Wut the HELL’re yew doin’ this early in the mawnin’!? Fix the damn rad’yo or I’ll stick that screwdrivur’ all the way up ur-”
“Ok ok, I’ll try to fix it, I just need some time to get my skill up some so I can change it-”
“NO, yew change it right NOW!!”
“Is she lookin’ over here at me?!”
“Just focus on our dancin’ cuzzin’ Nick, ur gettin’ off beat-”
“Oh she’s checkin’ me out, I jus’ know it! She’s thinkin’ bout me right now!!”
“Mm, I just love kissin’…”
“… Audio Creeper :D”
Audio would start a relationship with the town whore, wouldn’t he.
“First off, those baggy pants of urs aren’t really esentuatin’ dat ass of urs, Nick. That… sexy, sexy ass. Mmm. Doesn’t he have jus’ a hot ass, Dixie?”
“Uh… seein’ as he’s my cuzzin’ I’m nawt really concerned ’bout his ass…”
That’s not what your grandparents said <_<
“Omg hideous suit”
“Ugh, watchin’ ur sexy ass put on that outfit took sooo much out of me, I think I’m done for the day!”
“Magazine rack :D”
“Wow, this room is completely grey, isn’t it?”
“Sure is, Ambur! That’s why I love this room when all the textures are still nawt loaded yet!”
“And luk, now ur all grey now… oh…”
“Well damn, I thought I had a death flowur in this pocket! It was here earlier!”
Don’t look at me, it wasn’t like I put it in Virginia’s inventory instead <_<
“Nooo! My beloved Ambur! Why’d yew have to die on me?! My poor wife!”
“Really Dodge? UR the one that died first, remembur?!”
“Calm down baby. It’s gonna be alright, ok?”
“Sniff… ur s-sure, Ambur?”
“Now that you two are done saying your “goodbyes”, can you please move out of my way, Dodge?”
“Wait! First, I wanna go fur one last SWIM”
“No! Ambur, it’s nawt gonna be ok, don’t leave!”
“Oh, my poor Ambur! I’m so heartbroken! Why’d ya have to take her away from me, Death?!”
“Take her away?! Of all things, Dodge, I probably brought her CLOSER to you!”
Never seen a ghost get so heartbroken over the death of someone as Dodge did. He really loved Amber, didn’t he…
RIP Amber. Everything went to Nascar, whom Amber loved the most, surprisingly anyway.
Who couldn’t, he’s a fucking robot. They’re awesome.
“UUUUGHH, still working on the radio. Radio is really PISSING ME OFF. I’M SO TIRED OF THIS SHIT NOW”
“RAGEQUIT, DIE YOU BROKEN GLITCHY BASTARD!!”
“BEHOLD! I am the KING OF DESTRUCTION!! *waves bloody murdered radio parts*”
… *pans out of the room slowly*
“Ah, nothin’ like a long day of finally quittin’ ur job as a fisherman again to come home and relax-”
“MOM UR WATER BROKE AGAIN AAAHGAJKSDHGDSKL”
“Wut the hell’s the mattur wid ya Dixie? I feel jus’ fine!”
“But I can FEEL it mama! Ur goin’ into labor NOW”
“Oh shit I am!”
“I’m a psychic, mama!”
“Oh shut up and get the van”
Oh god, a basket.
“Are we goin’ PICNICING?! :D”
No, but this is the first time I’ve gotten triplets in the sims 3 before. I haven’t even gotten twins before. I’m so screwed.
“Come on Dixie, and stop talkin’ to that ole’ hooker’. I’ve raised yew bettter than that!”
She says as she haphazardly runs carrying an undersized basket with three babies in it.
“BUT GRAMMA JUST DIED MAMA”
“Yew really think I can take care of three babies? Yew stupid.”
Oh shut it, I let you and Darrell be childless for FAR too long. I guess four babies helps make up for lost time?
“Can’t we just crash and let me be babyless for just a lil while longer?”
Twallan’s SP: “SURE!!”
Back from the crash, sigh:
When the first baby was born my thoughts on his name went like this:
“A boy, let’s see… Dale was a Nascar driver, soooo… um… so was Richard Petty!”
So meet Richard Petty.
Then a little girl was born.
“Twins? Oh god, my OCD says another Nascar racer’s name maybe? How about that Danica chick?”
So meet Danica.
Then finally the third one made me skim through google and wikipedia for a few minutes.
“Female nascar drivers, female nascar drivers, who the hell was Tammy Jo?! Never heard of her. But she and my mother share the same name so whatever.”
And there we have it, little Tammy Jo.
I felt like I neglected to build a nursery for too long so I stuffed one on the second floor and colored it based on the triplet’s favorite colors of brown, red, and blue. They even have color-coordinated cribs which lasted all of FIVE MINUTES
“Someone help, I got my leg cawght’ in the motorcycle’s motor! Someone! Please? Oh hey, a new room on the second flur’ of the hawse!”
Very observant of you, Dixie.
Really, Darrell?! I thought I fixed your workout outfit!
“I gotta prepare for the upcoming battle that I sense approachin’…”
I wouldn’t call raising four babies at once a battle, but if you want…
Poor Dixie, she’s got to grow up well before her years to help with her siblings 😦
“Pfft, screw this, I’m a genius! And thur’s a time ‘sheen in the backyard! Give me two hours, I’ll figgur’ a way outta’ this!”
“Wanna see a magic trick little baby?!”
Nothing like traumatizing the babies early.
“NOOOO! It’s the monster, it’s coming to eat me!!”
“Oh come on! Even the babies are calling me a monster now!?”
Well, you did just shove murdered radio parts down your throat, Nascar.
“Aww, little brothur, thanks fur wakin’ me up at two in the mawnin’ on a school night!”
*happy diabolical baby giggles*
“Aw, they don’t mean it, Dixie! Yew jus’ gotta love them, like this!”
“Sigh… I wish my mother loved me like that wen I was Tammy’s age…”
I remember when Dixie was a baby… ah, the age of raising single babies…
“Mommy! Why yew no pay attenshun’ to meeeee?!”
What the hell is wrong with you now Dale? You are squeaky clean and you are having fun from the toys!
“But I don’t have the ATTENSHUN’ my siblings are gettin’! Not fair, NOT FAIR!”
Oh, don’t you START turning into one of these whiny little babies, I stick you back in the bathroom!
Darrell, we do NOT have time to play games with your co workers, get back to the house and pick up a baby!
“But I never have time fur myself anymore, I wanna go out and have FUN!”
IT’S BEEN 12 HOURS, STUPID, BABIES NEED ATTENTION NOW
“Oh. I. Just. Luv. My. Babies…”
Really now. You look about as excited helping with your kids as I do in math class.
“Ok lil’ Dale. It’s time for your nap now.”
“SCREW YEW, robot. I wanna have fun. I want attention, so I’m gonna play and have FUN!”
“No, you are not, you are cranky, and need a nap.”
“MAKE ME, YEW MONSTER!”
“Pfft, screw you baby, I won.”
“I’m very uncomfortable with my brother’s leg shoved through my head.”
Well, you two are sharing one diaper, I guess that’s advantagable in the long run…
What the hell are you doing at someone’s house? Don’t tell me this is the plan you came up with to get out of responsibility to take care of your siblings.
“Hey, I wanted to go to Deborah’s house in the first place, I’m enjoying my time to myself!”
“Helpin’ to teach Dale to walk… yaaay… *zones out and chunks Dale into the air*”
You are getting a little slack about the safety of your children, aren’t you Virginia?
And DAMMIT NASCAR THIS ISN’T THE TIME TO READ BOOKS
“Oh hello Lawnie! Long time no see! The twins killin’ yew yew say? How ’bout yew git ur ass over heer and help ur sister with her TRIPLETS huh?! Yea, that’s right. Wanna bitch bout twins now?”
This is actually a really good moment for them. Look at all those happy babies, THEY ANGER ME SO
And poor Nascar, he will never be that happy ever again.
DAMMIT DIXIE, YOUR FAMILY NEEDS YOU
“Shut up, I’m tired, and I don’t give a damn if Julie’s parents think I’m inappropriate, I’m tired yall!”
“Yes, scream lil’ brothur, no one is around to hear ur last cries of life. N’ wen ur gone, I’ll finally have all the attention again!”
“SOMEONE GET THIS FAT ASS OFF OF ME”
“Mmk, I’m tired of tryina’ kill my brother, can I git a bitch in heer to feed me?!”
Who put Dale in R.P.’s crib again?!
“We survived to the triplets birthday, Darr’ll!”
“I know, I couldn’t be more happy!”
Neither could I. Until I found out the cakes ARE BROKEN
“Oh well. That’s just wut? 24 more hours widda babies? We can do that, right? Right?!”
OH SCREW THAT