Glitchy Toys Are Glitchy

"OMG, Dad, Papa!! I want to paint!  You guys get a room!!"

Welcome back to the BCWYWF legacy!  We're all about the class, as you can see.  When we left off, Fin wished to start a band, meaning he has to find someone to form a band with.

"Hey Thorton!  Thanks for coming over.  You know back when we jammed together at Luthien's party?  I think we totally rocked it!  Would you like to be in a band with me?"

Sure man, go for it!

Awesome.  Fin did wish to do a gig but it was in a cluster of wishes, with another wish being worth more points.  So after forming the band, they never actually did anything with it.

Thorton decided to stay and spend the entire night getting in and out of the hot tub.

Until he broke it.  Asswipe.  You'd think he'd leave at that point.  But you would be wrong.

"HA-HA!  There's a mostly naked, strange, old dude taking my baby brother out of his crib!  That's hysterical!!  Wait ................................... am I still asleep?"

"You better not buy Fin Jr. a teddy bear.  I hate teddy bears!"

"Relax, old guy.  We're just watching the singing cow."

"Whatever.  No teddy bears."

"Your hot tub is broken."

In Stereo: "The hot tub's.."

ALRIGHT!! THE HOT TUB IS BROKEN!!  I GET IT!!  REPAIRSIM IS ON HIS WAY SO SHUT UP ABOUT IT!!

Paper child: "Awesome, little dude!  Can you do 'Stairway To Heaven'?"

Robert the RepairSim: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

Just fix the damn hot tub, ROBERT.

Finrod is a toddler.  I approve of this cuteness.

"Out of the way, sissy!  I want to play, too!"

It's weird, all the toys are borked right from the beginning.  Usually a bit of time goes by before they get all glitchy.  The situation does not bode well for this game file, as the Amityville dollhouse is often one of the first signs that the file is getting too messed up for me to continue with it.

"Forget it, bro!  You and your floating voodoo doll don't scare me!"

Woohoo!!  One skill down, one to go.  It's harder than I thought it would be.  Fulfilling his wishes, along with those stupid opportunities, takes up a lot of his time.

So I'm sure you'll understand when I say that Fin's NOT writing any damn books on top of all the other crap he has to do while he's still heir.

Meanwhile, poor Altariel is gathering material for her future therapist.

"STAAAAAAARRRRRRVING!!!!!!"

"Hmmmm, do you need your diaper changed?  A snuggle?  Are you bored?"

"**sniff, sniff** I'm gonna die here."

"You don't need a teddy bear, do you?  You know how Papa feels about teddy bears."

Heavy sleeper is blissfully oblivious.

"WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Now what's the matter?

"I don't know."

Hang in there, kid.  It's almost your birthday.

"Hi, everybody!  I'm Fin Jr., and today I'm going to demonstrate proper use of the bang bang toy."

"Now, what you want to do is take your block and put it in the correct hole for it's shape, like ......"

"....what the hell?  Where's the bang bang toy? It was here when I came outside!"

"OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!! Why are all the toys totally effed up??  Is a toy that #*&@ing works the way it's supposed to too much to ask for?"

"*chew chew gnaw gnaw*  At least the *$&^ thing is good for something.  Now get that camera out of here!"

Seriously.  Glitchy toys are very glitchy.

Ugh!  FIN!!  What is this Monet-lite piece of crap?

"It's my self-portrait!  Just like you asked for."

It's awful! It looks all pixelated.

"It's called 'stylized'.  And if you wanted a friggin' photograph then you should have had me take one!"

FTR, I did not ask for a stylized portrait.  *sigh* This one will have to do.

"Like, WOW!  That is one freaky ass painting, yo!  Like, the guy is totally blue!!"

Meet Shanda, Will's daughter with Ami, his ex-girlfriend. She looks a LOT like her mother.  Why is she here, you ask?

Par-Tay!!  Both Luthien and Altariel are aging up today.

"Like, Ohmehgerd!! I so totally lurve cake!!"

She's actually a really sweet sim.  I like her.

Purdy.  Luthien rolled "good" for her trait.

"Mirror!  Now, please!!"

Good lawd, that hair!  Alty is now a party animal, what seven year old doesn't love a hot soiree?  And yes, she got a makeover right quick.

Soooo much better.

Of course this asshole showed up.

"Rock on, little man!!  Keep it up and you can play "The Sim Spangled Banner" at our foosball games!"

The party raged on. And on.

Okay, all night keggers, young adult parties, even some house parties, I get.  But this is a family birthday party, people, on a school/work night no less.  GTFO!!  Dammit, Thorton!  You live right down the road, get your ass home!

"But .... but I don't have pink chairs at home."

"Uh oh, Dad?  I think my diaper's leaking."

"It's not your diaper, buddy, it's yogurt."

"I get yogurt?  Sweet!  I'm so sick of green bottles."

"Nope, sorry Finny, the yogurt is Daddy's."

"This is bullshit."

I interrupted Fin getting his breakfast in order to make him go get Finny out of bed.  He made the motion to put the yogurt down but it never left his hand.  I thought he might be stuck with it for awhile, but when I clicked on it he had the option to clean it up.

 So he did and away it went.

Dude!!

"What?  I like kids!"

Yeah, but Will's gonna drop dead soon and you'll have to take care of them by yourself.

"Hello?  I'll have teenagers in the house!"

Well, yeah, that's true.  I guess we don't have to kick Luthien out right away.  I'm waffling between Finny and Alty for heir.  Luthien may become a YA before Fin gets his LTW,  and I like my greenish/blue elves.

Alty seals the deal for me by rolling this LTW.  I accepted it, per the rules, and we'll fulfill it.  And the only way I'll tolerate all those pets in the house is with the knowledge that I can move them, and Alty, out once she gets her wish.

I thought it couldn't hurt to get started with one or two pets.

Alty agrees.

"Hmmmmm, it appears that not only does this paper clip my hand, but that children cannot adopt pets."

Oh well.  We'll try again when she's a teen.

This one is easy enough.

"Thanks, Fin!  This'll look great over the fireplace."

"No sweat.  I should be practicing the guitar, but for ten thousand simoleons I can bang out a painting."

Hell yeah you will.

Baby number four!  And I was so excited that I took zero gazillion pictures!!

And again, skin color is an issue.  His portrait eventually corrected itself.

Luthien rolls her LTW.

Finny has his birthday!  We were soclose to no babies in the house.

Luthien: "Hot guy at the door!"

Hot Guy: "Oh yeah baby, blow that horn."

Aw gee, he has a girlfriend already. Isn't that a bummer?

"I look like a dork."

He rolled "eccentric" for his trait. Awesome!  I love that trait!  I sense a time machine in our future.

And WTF is this hair?  He's got light brown roots.  *checks picture of younger Will*  Nope, he had some funky highlights, but no weird roots.

Soooo much better.  I changed his hair color to white, his favorite color.

"Actually, white is all colors.  So you could say that I don't have a favorite, since they would all be my favorite.  Well, except black, which isn't a color, it's the absence of color, so that wouldn't count anyway."

That evening Luthien falls victim to the bucket of fail that is the hot tub. I know it's comfy in there, kids, but you need to eat, and use a toilet once in awhile.

"Ewwwww!  What is that smell?"

LOL!  Sorry, kiddo.  You can't stealth pee.  It's not like a fart.

It's a thing.

I put gnubb in the side yard and it's Alty's favoritest.

"Yeah!! Nailed it!!"

Alright, I took a picture.

"Aww, you're so cute!!"

It's a good thing you think so, Luthien, since you may be stuck babysitting an awful lot once you graduate.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, there is a disturbance in the Force.

"Oh MAN!"

I told you to eat leftovers, not cook!!

"I don't WANT leftovers, I want waffles!!"

"I'm STARVING!!!"

Then put the damn fire out and you can GET SOME FLIPPING LEFTOVERS out of the fridge.

"I don't know.  It's been awhile."

I'm sure it will come back to you.

"I don't think this thing is working."

Then starve to death while you wait for the fire department and their slow as dial-up firetrucks.

He finally got the fire out after much dicking around with the extinguisher.

"Hmmmm, the fire is out.  I even managed to save the stove.  Yet I still feel like I'm in trouble for something."

I'm sure it's your imagination.  Just eat.

Fin put out the fire, got food out of the fridge, sat down, and started eating before this buttmunch showed up.  The entire kitchen would've been up in flames in the amount of time it took.

"A five hundred simoleon fine?? "

Feanor became a toddler. Yes, I fixed his ears.  Yes, this is the last you will see of him for awhile.

Horse: "What the hell?  There's nothing to eat or drink in there?"

"Why did you follow me all the way across town if you weren't at least going to feed me a carrot?  Asshole."

Alright Fin, wish fulfilled.  Go home.

Eventually.

Altariel has her teen birthday.

What is it with this game and hideous hair?  We'll change it, but first she gets a birthday present.

A boyfriend!  This is Elvin.  He came home with Alty after school one day and they've been besties ever since.

Alty, do not creep out on me!  I still really like you.

"I plead the fifth."

Here she is post makeover.  Fin had wished for her to become a genius.  I was able to pick her trait, so a genius she is!

This is as good a place to end this chapter as any.  Next time, Old Fin gets old, and New Fin takes over as heir.

Points

Heirs: +
LTW Heir:
Spare/Spouse LTW:
Children: +1
Every $100,000:
100,000 Happiness Points (heir):
Skipped/Failed Opportunities: -2
Fulfilled Opportunities: +1
Deleted Locked In Wishes:
Accidental Deaths:
Social Worker Visits:

Previous Total: +4

New Total: +4