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With the beginnings of generation four finally on the horizon, I've decided to implement a couple changes to make the legacy more interesting for me to play. First of all, I've built the Alphas a new house, basically because I was getting tired of their old one and decided I'd rather start from scratch than simply redecorate. Main feature of the new house: it has twice as many bathrooms. This will probably prove very useful because the second change is that I've decided to start playing ISBI-style. As usual, I'm not really going to attempt to follow all the rules to the letter and keep track of points and all that but the main idea is sticking: the only Sim I will be controlling is our heir, Brendan. I will only ever directly control another Sim in the household to either change their outfits/appearance or to carry out important actions that can't be done autonomously (i.e. get scholarships/move to uni, find own place, get a job, other non-needs altering actions). So if I want them to do something specific, I'll only be able to try to persuade them by means of influence from Brendan. Sounds fun, right? I actually had only decided to do it on a trial basis at first but I like it so much already that I'll probably stick with it for at least a few generations. At first, I was hesitant to give up control for fear my Sims would all commit suicide straight away but they're much smarter than I gave them credit for... most of the time, anyway. Also, the days go by so much faster without having to micro-manage everyone! I'm able to play four or five days at once instead of just one - it's amazing! So, with that in mind, here we go.



The first matter of business to take care of is, obviously, to get Brendan hitched. Since he was distracted while his girlfriend, Queenie, had a momentary lapse in judgment, he is none the wiser about her betrayal and is still madly in love with her. We can only hope that having a ring on her finger will keep her from ever thinking about straying again. Either that or we're going to have another Dollie situation on our hands.



Queenie: A gift in a little black velvet box? For me?!? You shouldn't have!



Brendan: Please say yes, please say yes, oh god, please say yes...



Queenie: Ooh, a big fat diamond ring! Shiny! Oh, sorry, were you saying something?



Queenie: Just kidding! Of course I'll marry you. *may or may not be influenced by the hypnotic powers of a sparkling diamond*
Brendan: Yay! So what do you say, does tomorrow sound good? I hope so because I've already got the party all booked!



Quick, take a look at Queenie post-slight makeover and pre-wedding before she loses that last name for good. As you can see, she's very sloppy; that should be fun. Also, she will probably never achieve that lifetime want as she ended up in the medical career track when she searched for a career. And she is apparently going to be totally grossed out by Brendan when he goes gray. Luckily, that's a long time off so she can at least give him a few babies first.



I really wasn't kidding about the wedding being the next day! Might as well, right? It's really not as creepy to go from dating to engaged to married in two days in Simworld as it would be in real life. Or at least I'd like to keep thinking that.
Brendan: Where is my bride? What if she's left me at the alter? HOW WILL I EVER SURVIVE WITHOUT HER?!?



Brendan: Oh, there you are, honey. Thank goodness! I was starting to get worried!
Queenie: Yeah... I'm not really sure about this whole wedding business. I mean, don't you think we're moving a bit too fast here?
Brendan: HELL NO! Now let's get hitched!
Meanwhile, um, party guests?...



See all those chairs set up over there? They are there for a reason, you know, and I'm pretty sure that reason is to be sat in.



Guests: Oh, but the view from behind these massive trees is really so spectacular!



Meanwhile, poor Bradley hasn't even made it past the porch.
Bradley: Damn it, this just isn't fair! Why should my brother be allowed to marry his girlfriend if I'm not? WHY WILL NO ONE ACCEPT OUR LOVE?!?
Here's a hint for you, IT'S BECAUSE YOUR GIRLFRIEND USED TO BE YOUR FUCKING AUNT, YOU WEIRDO!



Bianca: That should totally be us up there right now.
Bree: Yeah, it totally should.



Bianca: But let's smile and clap and pretend we're happy for them anyway.
Bree: I'm pretending better than you're pretending!



Brendan is so excited that Queenie is actually following through and putting a ring on his finger that he can barely contain himself.



Brendan: And now you are mine all mine for the rest of our lives!
Queenie: Wait a minute... Did you just say the rest of our lives? *gulp*



Aww, look at the proud parents of the groom! So adorable.



Brendan: Open wide, honey!
Queenie: Damn it, that's not how you do it! I spent ages on my makeup and now you're going to ruin everything.



Queenie: Please, no pictures. I'm hideous!



Bree: How dare those fuckers flaunt their love in front of everyone like that? Some of us can't get married. Some of us are left to suffer forever in endless solitude! I will make them pay for this if it's the last thing I do!



Queenie: Honey, did you hear someone say something over there?
Brendan: I've heard nothing but your beautiful voice all night long, darling. Now kiss me!



Bree: Yeah, I know what I'll do! I'll propose a toast and put poison in their drinks. They will be none the wiser until they are doubled over in pain and it will be too late for anyone to save them. MWAHAHAHAHA! THEN I CAN STEP IN AND TAKE MY RIGHTFUL PLACE IN THE SPOTLIGHT ONCE AND FOR ALL!



Bradley: Sis, are you okay? You look a little angry.
Bree: I'M FINE, DAMN IT! NOW SHUT THE HELL UP! I'M TRYING TO MAKE A TOAST OVER HERE!



Bradley: Hey, Mom, I think Bree's gone a little off her rocker, if you know what I mean.
Amelia: Yes, I must admit, I fear slightly for all of our lives right now.



Bree: May you live long and prosper! Though I'd get to the prospering part right now if I were you because I'm not sure you're going to be living much longer!
Queenie: Oh, my, thank you, what a lovely speech.



Bree: OH YEAH, GO AHEAD AND KISS! YOU'D BETTER GET YOUR FILL NOW BEFORE YOUR BODIES GROW PARALYZED AND USELESS!



Well, naturally, whatever poison Bree did or did not slip into their drinks had no ill effects on the bride and groom. They remained healthy enough to double up on paying her back, Queenie with her natural talent for emitting toxic gases and Brendan with the joy buzzer he apparently had hidden in his back pocket for just such an occasion.



Bree: YOU STUPID FUCKERS WILL PAY FOR THIIIIIIIIIIS!!!



Bradley just stood back and watched the whole thing unfold without getting involved. I think it was the highlight of his night.



Then Bree retaliated with the old reliable look-over-there-while-I-pull-a-water-balloon-out-of-my-ass trick.



Bree: Hahaha, right in the jaw! How do you like that???



Honestly, everyone was just having the time of their lives watching their family members torment one another. It's nice to know this is such a loving and kind little group.



After everyone went home, hugely entertained, Brendan finally got to make an honest woman out of his wife in an actual bed instead of a cramped photo booth.



Brendan: Yep, I totally banged my wife last night. And. It. Was. Awesome.



Brendan: My milkshake brings all the girls to the yard and they're like, it's better than yours, damn right, it's better than yours...



Brendan: Hey, where are all the girls?
Mailman: Damn, and I thought I'd seen it all. I really deserve a pay raise for having to put up with this shit.



Now that Amelia is free to do whatever she pleases, she pleases to do... absolutely nothing but lounge around in her pajamas all day long.
Amelia: Hello, yes, I need to schedule an appointment for a manicure STAT! This is truly an emergency situation!



Girl, come on, you've had your entire life to learn not to eat spoiled food. You should know better than this. Oh well. At least it won't be my fault if you get sick and die of food poisoning.



Look who got knocked up on her wedding night! Success!



Queenie: YAY! BABIES!
Yes, but to safely deliver those babies you first have to keep yourself alive through three days of pregnancy without my interference. You think you're capable of that?



WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS GOING ON IN HERE?!? Listen, Amelia, I know you can't be separated for five seconds from your beloved wife but she is on the toilet and, more importantly, there is a bathtub not ten feet away from you! So please explain to me why a sponge bath from the sink is necessary?



Amelia: Because it will turn my wife on, that's why. Ah, the sensuality of a good sponge!



Alessa: ...Yeah, actually, that is kind of hot.



Alright, well, you know, I'm not going to waste any effort trying to make sense of these two and their odd sexual fetishes. As long as they're alive and happy I couldn't care less how kinky they are.



Queenie, meanwhile, is doing a pretty good job of keeping herself fed so far.



Though she seriously eats more than any pregnant Sim I've ever had before, I swear! Basically, all her life consists of now is toilet, eat, bath, eat, sleep, eat, rinse and repeat ad nauseum.



But Brendan is a very considerate husband and tries to inject a little loving into her schedule whenever he can.



Brendan: So, babe, you want to see what I can do behind the wheel? *wink wink*
Queenie: I most certainly do!



Don't come a-knockin' if the minivan's a-rockin'.



Brendan: This baby is going to be the strongest child in the world! It's getting such a good workout in there!

One hour later...



Queenie: So, yeah, you want to give the baby another of our special workouts?
Brendan: I don't know, it's pretty late and I'm kind of tired...



Brendan: SO OF COURSE I DO! HOW COULD I EVEN REFUSE?!?
(These two are a bit sex-crazed. They do it far more than can be healthy.)



Oh, come on, Queenie, don't you think you're being a wee bit dramatic with the whole starving to death act?



Queenie: Bitch, does it look like I'm being dramatic? Food is not something to be taken lightly. Feed me. NOW!



Brendan: Sweetie, I hope you enjoy your grilled cheese sandwich! I made it just for you and that beautiful pregnant belly of yours!
Queenie: Aww, you are so sweet to me!



Queenie: But seriously, dude, can you let me eat in peace now? I really am starving.
Brendan: But... sex?
Queenie: Later.



Queenie: AND HOW DARE YOU CALL ME FAT, YOU ASSHOLE! I AM PREGNANT AND YOU NEVER INSULT A PREGNANT WOMAN TO HER FACE!



Bradley: Yeah, well, you're pregnant and that makes you fat! I was only telling the truth! HOW CAN YOU HATE A TRUTH-TELLER?!?



Brendan: Hey, man, listen, I heard that you called my wife fat and I just have to tell you she is not fat at all. In fact, she is totally freaking sexy so you'd best shut your trap.



Bradley: DAMN IT, WHY IS EVERYONE ON MY CASE TONIGHT?!? D:



Bradley: But, yeah, okay, I'll admit it, she is pretty sexy.



Queenie: Food... in that refrigerator... so near... yet so far.



Queenie: *sigh* No one understands the needs of a pregnant woman.



Brendan: Babe, thumbs up on being, like, a total sexpot!
Queenie: Thanks! You know, I really do try!



Heavily pregnant woman on the prowl for sustenance. Everyone had best clear the path to the refrigerator.



Except first she's going to take a little break to give birth.
Brendan: Honey, you're having the baby now?



Brendan: WAIT A MINUTE, YOU'RE HAVING THE BABY NOW?!?



Brendan: Man, I can't handle this shit! I'm going to play SSX3 for awhile instead. Call me when it's over!



Queenie: Seriously now? You're going to leave me here alone? SERIOUSLY?!?



Yes. Seriously. Men and their stupid video games.



Somewhat shockingly, Queenie did manage to make it through labor all on her own and both she and the baby were still alive by the end. It's a little girl with red hair, her grandmother Alessa's violet eyes and her father's deathly pale skin. Her name is Cora and she is officially the first child of generation four. Woo! Up next: caring for an infant with a bunch of uncontrollables in the household. Good times shall be had by all!
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