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Penner Legacy 4:3

LAST TIME: Everyone CRIED FOREVER over Scarlett's death. Benjamin kicked a burglar's ass, Troy made a toilet out of clay, and Michael scowled a lot. Terry allegedly cheated on Courtney, and she ended their marriage, but didn't ask him to, you know, move out or anything. But then he died, so it all worked out.









Troy was very distraught over her father's death.





But she got over it.





The legacy ghosts were kind of boring and pointless, so I moved them all to the cemetery. Poor Courtney, she knows she'll be joining them there soon.





She still talks to herself several times a day, just so you know.





Finally! Troy is making something that appears to be art, instead of bathroom facilities!





STOP THE PRESSES! Is that Michael Penner making an expression that isn't a scowl?





Oh. False alarm.





Troy: I caught you looking at my big sister the other day. You think she's pretty, don't you!

Jacques: No, not really.





Troy: My little sister, then! You're going to leave me for her, aren't you!

Jacques: No, of course not.





Troy: What about my mom?

Jacques: Really, honey, I only have eyes for you.





Troy: Phew! I guess I have nothing to worry about!

Jacques: Not as long as you grow up to be as hot as your mother. GROWF.





Look at that dubious face. I don't trust this guy at all.





Troy seems to like him well enough, though.





Uh, Michael? You graduated a few days ago. I think it's a bit late for the cap and gown.





I had no idea who Jeri was until I checked out Michael's relationship panel. Jeri is her boss.





I noticed a "mysterious drink" in Courtney's inventory one day. I had no idea what it was or where she got it from. So, of course, I made her drink it.





All it did was make her stinky. How anticlimactic.





I think that's Michael's flirty face.





Then again, this might be her flirty face. It's hard to tell with her.





I allegedly didn't pay the bills one week (I still think my game made the whole thing up), so this Repowoman showed up.





All she took was Gnomeo's grave. Whatever floats your boat.





Here's Troy, eating dinner in her bedroom, alone.





Here's Jacques, eating dinner in the dining room, alone. I'm not sure these two understand the concept of a "dinner date."





Downtown, the other two are on dates of their own, Benjamin with the repairman, Chadd, and Michael with the family's new maid, whose name escapes me right now.





Benjamin's relationship is progressing very nicely!





...I think.





Guess who fulfilled her LTW! We're three for three!





I still don't trust that face.





SEE! Look at him checking out Michael's boyfriend!





DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.





Maid: So, what's your favorite broadway show?

Jacques: Oh, I can never decide between Cats and Miss Sai—honey, are you all right?

Troy: YUP BRB.





BABBY HAS BEEN FORMED.





Um. I wouldn't want to stand that close to someone wielding a chainsaw, but maybe that's just me.





I really wish the dynamic story engine or whatever it's called allowed NPCs to autonomously propose marriage to their significant others. It just seems so wrong for the woman to propose. Guess I'm old-fashioned.





Anyway. Jacques said yes!





Ariel?





IT TOTALLY IS ARIEL! I got way too excited about this.





Troy is only marginally happier about being pregnant than Courtney was.





YEAH, THAT MAKES TWO OF US.





She rolled a want to read a book about pregnancy right away, which always makes me go "Awww."





Benjamin finally got some lip action out of Chadd!





And then... this happened. Turns out, Benjamin still had a "love interest" in this guy she met at prom but I've never actually seen. Apparently their one dance meant a lot more to them than I'd though.





Troy rolled an opportunity to sculpt an ice sculpture of a Sim, so I had Courtney pose as the model. This was her pose.





Courtney... I fucking love you.





Troy, I'm not loving you so much right now. Not only did she ignore Courtney's amazing pose, but she gave her what I can only imagine are giant black nipples. What.





Michael is the last of generation four to get her first kiss.





But things progressed very quickly after that.





Bathroom labor! Haven't had one of those in awhile.





YES! YES! YEEEEEEEES! After two all-girl generations, WE HAVE A BOY! His name is Leo, and very fittingly, he rolled Genius and Perceptive as his first two traits.





Michael's going to be a great aunt, don't you think?





And a great sister-in-law. Michael, stop it. You have your own boyfriend to hump.





Except that he's being a frigid bitch at the moment.





I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TWO TO STOP IT.





At this point, it was pretty clear that Benjamin wasn't going to be voted heir, so I moved her out. Bye, Benjamin! I'll miss you and your love of cleaning!





Troy seemed quite happy to have a baby, until said baby started crying.





Michael: Bwahaha! This'll be as easy as taking candy from a... oh, wait.





My question is: where the hell was Leo hiding that massive lollipop in his swaddling blanket?





Now that Courtney was a grandmother, I indulged in her want to buy a cane. I am so, so glad that I did.





This is Michael's work outfit. Her job description is "thug." Sure, if by "thug" you mean "ten-dollar hooker."





Okay, the graduation thing is really getting old now.





I'm not sure who that is, but I think it's safe to say that they like it rough.





Leo's birthday!





EEEEEEE. Definitely the cutest S3 toddler I've ever had!





I'm sorry, I can never be bothered to hold an actual wedding for my Sims. But hey, at least they get a pretty bonfire.





Jacques looks slightly less dubious with different eyebrows, but I still don't trust him.





Courtney: Mmmm, do I smell bacon?





Courtney: NOPE THAT'S NOT BACON





I cracked up so hard at the -200 moodlet. And then I felt really bad about it.





Unfortunately, Troy and Jacques were upstairs sleeping, and Michael was at work. Courtney picked a really shitty time to catch herself on fire.





Courtney: SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT—WAIT, I KNOW! CALL 911!





Girl's got to be pimp even when she's on fire.





Courtney: Hello, 911? I'm on fire, I need help right—oh, sure, I'll hold.





Finally, Troy dragged her ass downstairs to put Courtney out.





BUT SHE'S NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT.





Firewoman: Didn't you call about a fire? I don't see any fire.

Courtney: ...You want to kick her in the face, or should I?





Something tells me Jacques might be having second thoughts about joining the Penner family.





Oh really?





Well, have fun being a broke loser with your sister!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Troy is heir with 54% of the votes!





NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! This was the first time this legacy that I was sad to see a Sim die. Figures that the ones I don't really care about live a dozen days past the life expectancy, but the one I love and adore dies right on schedule. SO UNFAIR.





Death: FRRRGLE HRRRMBLE, FRR HRRGLE MRRRMBLE!

Courtney: What? You're not even inside the house this time.





Death: CHRIST. I AM NOT CUT OUT FOR THIS JOB.





Oh, toughen up, you damn pussy.





This face is so worth his cowardice, though.





Girl's got to be pimp, even when she's dead.





Courtney: Can I bring my pimp cane?

Death: EH, SURE. WHY NOT.





Death: SO, I KNOW I JUST KILLED YOUR MOM AND EVERYTHING, BUT I'M DONE MY SHIFT IF YOU WANT TO HANG OUT OR SOMETHING.

Courtney: Yeah, that would be great!





If I'd had water in my mouth when I saw this, I would need a new laptop.





So, this happened. THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED. It may just be the most awesome thing that has ever happened in any of my games. Ever. EVER.





Poor Jacques. He's missing the most epic pillowfight in history.