Keith: Peaches, babe, happy birthday. Have I told you how happy I am to have built this life with you? You have really helped me use my Nurturing trait to its fullest potential.
Peaches Honeyblossom: I love you, Keith. You’re the greatest partner in life I could’ve asked for, even though it took a thousand tries to marry you. I am happy to grow old with you. Even though you’ve been old for a while.
Llama: Mmm, I smell a sweet aroma. Is that a Peaches Honeyblossom I am sensing in the air of this very new save file?
I mean, it’s not new, technically…
Llama: Oh, it’s new. It’s so new I’m like the very first spawned NPC. You’re not fooling anyone, lady!
Alright, so I had to start a new save file. Again. On a new computer. And so now time has sped up. Because I’m truly terrible at this. Please bear with me, this isn’t even just technical difficulties it’s like actual human functional difficulties on my end at this point. Idek.
Zolten: Mom, can you stop rubbing your completely flat stomach and feed me?
How dare you neglect sweet, special Zolten like that, Peaches. Shame on you.
Guess who finally has a shower? Aww yeeeeeeeah, we do! This is big. No more going to the gym to get clean. So great.
And we also got our first gnome, which came as a surprise when I checked Peaches’ inventory. His name is Chad because I’m just very original when it comes to naming.
Although she has no friends because she’s so far spent her entire young adult life trying to please a man (which is a major step back in the women’s movement but what can you do), Peaches rolls the wish to have a bachelorette party. I invite the sims I believe she’s had actual interactions with and hope for the best.
Oddly enough, Dayna isn’t even on the list of sims we could invite. Figures.
It wasn’t enough that Peaches already had a random woman and zombies watching her sleep, now the aliens are getting in on it too.
Xocop Qi’zozivun: We’re just trying to figure out why this sim seems even more inferior than the rest of her race.
Welcome back, everyone, to the legacy that is only a month younger than my son. He is turning seven this year. Fingers crossed I’ll finish by the time he turns ten.
Firstly, I need to drop a pile of bad news on your lap. The legacy is gone. Chad through Jermajesty. Gone. I wasn’t kidding last chapter. I mean, I can only tell from my end, but I’m pretty sure if you go back to my previous chapters and click through, all the pictures are broken. All of them. And I don’t know if or when I will ever be able to fix that. All that work is just poof. POOF.
But let me clean that bad news up (hopefully?) with a dustpan of good news, which is that I also wasn’t kidding when I said I am restarting the legacy. That’s right. Ten more generations of this shiz. Are you going to hang in there? I can only hope, but you may have a life to get to, whereas I probably still won’t. SO LET’S TRY THIS AGAIN, EH? Enough of the talking. We’ve got a lot of work to do.