This time, it’s personal…
Noelle picked a kind of lousy day to drop by.
Noelle: ”Ohmigosh, Grim! You can’t do this! Not Darryl! Not my… uh… how are we related again?”
Matilda: ”Just here to enjoy the show…”
The death stuck this time. As well as they stick in the Sims, that is…
Kailyn: ”He was here again, that man… Why did he take grandpa too?”
Matilda: ”Tate, you’ve got to take this one!”
Matilda: ”You’re a writer for plum’s sake!”
Welp, Dahlia grew up. As a…. gloomy social butterfly. Huh.
Tate had finished his book My grandparents are all ghosts! and hoped the kids would like it. It’s not that he was bad with words, it’s just that he was bad with them with actual people.
Some of said ghosts. They seem to appreciate the effort.
Matilda looked fondly at her children. Tate seemed to have actually done some good, the kids seemed fine. Three beautiful little girls!
Dahlia: ”Oh. You’re for real?”
At least most of them, smart…
Don’t let that energized aura fool you, it’s tough being a ghost in the Ivey household!
Ana: ”Dad! Dad, help! There’s a monster under the bed!”
Tate: ”Oooh. A monster you say? I bet that’ll make a great book.”
With Iris having lost her husband and completed her aspiration, we decided that it was time for her to get some well-deserved rest, at last.
Iris is gone, but not forgotten!
Tate had finished his new book The Horrible Under-Bed-Dwelling Monster, and was trying it out on poor, unsuspecting Ana…
Tate: ”At night, the horrible creature would wrap its long and slimy tentacles around the bedframe, engulfing whoever slept in it in–”
Ana: ”Daaaad! Stop it!”
Tate: ”It’s that good, huh? Probably a bestseller!”
Ana: ”Just keep quiet and spray my bed for monsters, please!”
Matilda set the kitchen on fire, again, but managed to put it out quickly.
With Darryl being… uh, slightly less corporeal than before, his maxed out cooking skill had left the family hungry for more. Or for anything, really. Matilda was obviously not a very good chef…
Kailyn grew up into a teenager, sans cake. I wasn’t about to have another death glitch at another birthday party, no thank you!
She grew up with the mean trait, making her a mean, perfectionist foodie with the ambition to become a master chef one day. I think we may have a new Gordon Ramsey on our hands!
Ana: ”Ha-ha, you got fat!”
Kailyn: ”I just grew up, dumb-ass!”
Kailyn: ”You’re just… tiny and stupid!!”
I think she needs to work a bit on her mean streak.