Easing the Pain

You guys. Check the category.

We’re officially on Gen 5.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAH! *sound of champagne popping* Oh wait I don’t drink. *hands fizzing bottle over to readers*

One of my resolutions this year was to finish this legacy, because my gawd. So I’ll try to make a point of that, yes?

ADMINISTRATIVE NOTES:

So if you’ve ever ventured over to my Personality download page you might have noticed that the site pulled down some of my sims. Which…uh? I don’t think I violated any rules. There was no CC or meshes on them, they were just regular sims. Strange.

Unless they were objecting to the use of the phrase ‘Cult of Personality’ for some sort of copyright reason, which is silly. The phrase existed before Living Colour made a song out of it, you guys.

In any case, they’ll be put back up soon, and if they get taken down again, I’ll switch to some other file-sharing site.

BUT ANYWAY

So this is Harley Quinn as a young adult. The hair and clothes I gave her should let you know that from this point on, Generations is installed! Now we’re only six months behind every other simmer ever! *cries*

Harley Quinn: “Ditto, please stop skilling drums. You are NOT doing the drums challenges and you know it.”

Ditto: “Fuck you I won’t do what you tell me.”

Harley Quinn: “Oh hey, I just got a popup saying my bio-dad is about to die. I should prolly go deal with that.”

Ditto: “L8az”

Harley Quinn: “This is it, I know it! Mortimer is finally going to accept me. This is the day!”

Harley Quinn: “Oh gosh, he’s right in there. Stay cool Quinn. Like Grandma. What would Grandma do?”

Sheogorath: “I would probably nail a puppy to the door.”

YOU ARE NOT IN THIS PICTURE.

( I would like to point out that the last time she was on this lot was when she was a baby, being rejected)

Mortimer: “Barley Gin!”

Harley Quinn: “Ok, that could be a cute nickname I guess.”

Mortimer: “Right, whatever. Welcome to my chapeau! You know, I’ve always wanted to know you better, but your mother cut me out of your life so brutally…”

Harley Quinn: ‘…Rubbish.’

Harley Quinn: “Thanks so much for finally having me over, Mor…uh, Dad. I really think we need to make up for lost time.”

Mortimer: “Oh absolutely darling, I couldn’t agree more!”

Mortimer: “Now get out. You are behaving inappropriately.”

WHAT. WHAT.

Mortimer: *smirk*

Gatekeeper: “At last! The Young Again potion!”

No good. Poison is what we need.

Gatekeeper: “Hear me out. If we overdose him on this, we could de-age him right out of existence!”

Do you know how many doses that would take? He’s older than your ancient mother. She was a FETUS when he was old and banging YOUR GRANDMA.

Readers. Think about that for a second and look at this picture. And be horrified.

Sheogorath: “Le herp derp I have a cane. Generations is awesome.”

Sheogorath: “Ditto, stop skilling drums. You’re not getting the family any points that way.”

Ditto: “FUCK YOU I won’t do what you tell me.”

Sheogorath: “Hmph, fine. I won’t bother you anymore. I’m late for tea with Pelagius the Mad anyway.“

Ditto: “Whatevs.”

Harley Quinn: “Nooo Grandma, please stay with us! We love you!”

Sheogorath: “What? No. Skyrim is out, girl. I got places to be. Tea parties to throw! Adventurers to traumatize. It’s been a laugh, though. So thanks.”

Grim: “WHAT– THIS TREE IS MADE OF MONEY. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE.”

.:Obituary:.

Sheogorath Personality died suddenly of a lingering case of awesomeness, which she had lived with for many years. Truly inspirational. She moves on to games that have more dragons, where the M rating will allow her to live her insanity to it’s full potential. She leaves behind a daughter and two grandchildren.

As a show of support, the town allowed the family to ‘win’ a free vacation that very same night. Or that’s how I’m interpreting it.

Gatekeeper: “Honey, do you think it’s wise to leave Ditto alone when her grandmother just died in front of her?”

Quincy: “Uh, probably not.”

Gatekeeper: “Well as long as we agree. Let’s go!”

Jolene: “I can’t believe you! Out of your parent’s sight for one minute, and you throw a teen party! Which is a crime by definition in Sims world!”

Ditto: “Yeah, don’t act like you’re not getting a happy from it.”

Jolene: “ONLY BECAUSE OF THE PROGRAMMING, I assure you.”

Ditto: “OH GAWD MY MENTOR IS DEAD and woah, I totally just realized this is an all-girls, all-supernatural party.”

VampTeen: “Girl, the supernatural OWN this town! Muggles can suck it, amiright?”

Ditto: “May as well just rename the place Sunnydale, really.”

Cop: “Hmph, a teen party. Delinquent scum. Thanks for the story, Paparazzi.”

Paparazzi: “It’s what I live for!”

Cop: “And smoking pot on top of everything else! What have you got to say for yourself?”

Ditto: “Excuse me Professor Oppression, but that’s just incense.”

Cop: “HAH! As if I don’t know what ‘incense’ means! You think I was born yesterday, kid?”

Angel: *photobombs*

VampTeen: “The popo! I can’t do another nickel! You’s on your own, Ditto! Great party though.”

Cop: “Just tell me where you’re hiding all the rainbow lipstick and I’ll go easy on you.”

Ditto: “When I’m the Emperor of Evil, your organization will burn.“

Quincy: “Well um, I guess the important thing is that we agreed this would happen, right?”

Gatekeeper: “Sweety, my extra-decadent Tahiti vacation was just abruptly ended. I am in no mood to be a reasonable parent.”

….

Gatekeeper: “Also, where the hell did we leave Harley?”

Ditto: “I’m sorry, Mother. I guess I was just so messed up over Grandma’s death that I made a mistake. It will probably happen again.”

Gatekeeper: “I understand, but I’m still very disappointed. My daughter, using drugs!”

Ditto: “Actually there were no drugs, the cop was just culturally ignorant.”

Gatekeeper: “Oh. Well, booze then.”

Ditto: “Nadda on the booze.”

Gatekeeper: “Well then boys, surely? Senior Boys? Freshman boys?”

Ditto: “Nope. Just me and two girlfriends.”

Gatekeeper: “Well then what the hell they bust you for?! Cheesus Wright! Someone get me a damn drink.”

That night I discovered that Culta has taught herself to snake charm, because she is a boss. Half her skills were acquired post-mortem, I swear.

Harley Quinn: “How could you be so irresponsible?! Thanks to you, I got left in an airport all night in French Polynesia! Do you know how many scary bearded men sleep in airports, Ditto?!”

Ditto: “But I was just grieving Grandma…the party eased the pain of losing her.”

Harley Quinn: >:I

Ditto: “…and the last thing she ever said to me (sniff) was that she would teach me how to drive your sports car…”

Gatekeeper: “Oh hell.”

Gatekeeper: “One scratch, Ditto, and I will find a way to flay your skinless ass.”

Ditto: “My foot keeps going through the brake. >:I”

Gatekeeper: “Stop being so slow! No one takes the speed limit so seriously! Now HIT THAT GAS PEDAL.”

Ditto: “My foot keeps going through that, too!”

Gatekeeper: “Look, I know somewhere in that mean little heart of yours you actually are more upset about Grandma than anyone. You two were practically peas in a pod.  Plus the free vacation wiped away all our negative moodlets. So I’m letting you off the hook. Go in town, do something fun.”

Ditto: “Really?”

Gatekeeper: “Yeah, really. But I’m taking back my car. You can walk.”

Ditto: “Hmm, something fun… *rolls mood-swing want* Vandalizing school property sounds fun!”

*sound of footsteps*

*sound of glass breaking*

*sounds of ribbits*

*sound of screams*

*sound of sirens*

Ditto: “Not much chance that you’re just a stripper cop, is there?”

Cop: “Well, not any more.”

And that’s it for today!

(Current Score: 60)