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The WhitehallsAn Apocalypse Challenge
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Hello so soon after I just finished The How-To Legacy. I’m now working on an apocalypse challenge. This one won’t be as straight forward because I do intend to actually flesh out the sims I’m playing a bit. Additionally, because of my work situation I now won’t have all day everyday to play through, so it will take more time.
Just a little background information: I started playing a different apocalypse family in the same ‘hood first, but realized I failed the medical restrictions by having a litter box for their cat. I had managed to get into generation three before I realized my mistake. Whoops.
There is no overarching premise to this apocalypse challenge; just me having fun. Without further ado, here is the first chapter.
It all begins with my founder, Ben Whitehall. He’s a typical Libra romance sim who wants to be a celebrity chef. He likes his women at 6+ in their careers and with red hair and dislikes mechanical sims.
“Hi?”
And he can communicate with me, unlike the Legacy family. Well, I mean, they could have if I wanted them to because it’s my story and all. #Meta.
Ben goes for the art major so I can bypass the journalism restriction if culinary shows up as one of the three in the newspaper.
“I get the feeling this happens later.”
Duh. It’s called foreshadowing.
One of the perks of college in the apocalypse is that your sim can make BFFs in a mater of a couple of semesters. I don’t think relationships between them are subject to deprication.
“I insist that you marry into the family in the future.”
“Is this an uglacy?”
Right now I have the college set to perma-autumn so I can get the most out of cooking, creativity, and logic before I send him off to start the challenge.
Oh, and body. Don’t forget body.
“So I can meditate?”
That’s logic, and it goes against the dance restriction. I should have just forgotten about Freetime and done a Bon Voyage backward apocalypse to avoid those pesky other restrictions lol
“Waaaaaaah!”
Oh come on, it hasn’t even started yet!
Future celebrity chef, everyone.
After a total of four semesters, I had the skills to move Ben out. I really just wanted to get my start on this apocalypse.
Plus the journalism restriction says that they have to major in the career to avoid the first job restriction; not that they have to graduate.
Oh dear…. I hope his everyday wear isn’t as bad as his athletic.
Thank goodness.
“Perks of being a romance sim.”
Ben manages to look not half bad in pre-Show Business clothes.
That’s the rundown of the house for now. I won’t be getting a driveway because I feel like it just goes over the 8x8 rule. As for the extra funds, I brought in what I could from his novel writing in college.
“HI, it will be your fault if I lift a crappy restriction like business.”
“But I don’t make the papers…”
And the first career is medical!
“No.”
Yes. We can find culinary later.
“Do you want to help save the world with me?”
“Me? A sim in a challenge? I thought only the original townies like Goopy and Sandy did that? When can I move in?”
“Whoa… thirsty.”
Be nice.
“So, do you have a job?”
“You can’t ask me that.”
“Can I tell you a joke?”
“No, you can’t do that either.”
“This is stupid. What can I do?”
Make food once a day.
“Oh boy! I’ll make gelatin since it lasts a while.”
Nope. There is a restriction on it via culinary. Stick to instant meal. I can stick it on the roof to go bad so you won’t throw it out and waste it.
Ah, the first snow… er… ash? I guess. It’s dumb and cold. However, I have to unlock oceanography and music to make it all go away.
Best part about having a sloppy sim Is that they will just do this instead of worrying five times. That was a problem in my previous attempt.
“I’m the best founder?”
Eh… I’ve had better over the years.
I let a dog in the house and it began to wreck the bed. I won’t be unlocking pet restrictions anytime soon.
“Son of a-”
I know!
Day two of the job hunt. Culinary?
“No… journalism. Should I unlock it?”
No. It won’t save you from death.
I added some extra stuff that first Tuesday like a cheap couch and a chess table. No grill since I don’t have a balcony and don’t want to start fires.
Wednesday. Any luck?
“Intelligence.”
No. Useless.
He didn’t get a promotion on his first day of medical, so I assumed it was a sign that it wouldn’t work out in the end.
And so I begin to collect old food on the rooftop just in case. Maybe it will take generations before it sees the inside of the apocalypse house again.
“I’m a talking sandwich.”
Blasphemy! Only certain pixels can talk back.
Ben tries to be happy.
“I heard somewhere that you can have me daydream in bed to raise social and fun.”
I didn’t hear that… at least not until days later on a forum. So as far as I know in this moment, it isn’t true.
“Guess what?”
What?
“Chicken butt. And by that I mean I can make chicken butts because culinary is in the newspaper.”
Woo! Yeah, it wasn’t the first of the three, but because he majored in art he is allowed to take it.
Promotion to level 2
Making use of the lack of showers.
“My lack of neatness will only really work for one generation.”
True, but I’m cool with that.
Making more friends for the job.
“We’re all going to die.”
His social skills are just as good as mine.
Level 3 (I so need a screenshot program on my computer just for this reason).
More food sent to the roofy graveyard.
Hey, use of magic is restricted by some restriction. Possibly intelligence… not sure, I know it’s wrong to do, though.
“Bite me.”
Level 4
Goddamnit. We are paying the bills for the criminal restriction, though. In fact, more so. Like a good $10000 a week to compensate for good chance cards. I’m doing it Method 3 style…
“I’m not with the mafia.”
Then get lost.
This is just insulting.
Why do you need a bookshelf? Ugh.
“I miss my old chess table.”
This one is exactly the same.
“But I had a saved game. You know how it is.”
Unfortunately. RIP Travis from the Alterna-verse.
Level 5
Level 6
Level exhausted.
If you’re wondering about all the platinum, his wants are mostly serve and eat cereal as well as meet new people and befriend them (walk-bys). Oh, and wanting to increase his logic skill.
Such a good little sim for not wanting things I can’t give him.
More soiled food and the unusable career object (until adventure and athletic are lifted).
“I still miss my old chess table.”
Buck up. Let’s find you a wife to move in later.
Lyndsay Louie?
“You poor homeless man! You smell so awful.”
“Uh… I live up there and this is an apocalypse.”
“Sure it is, honey.”
“Smell my pits!”
“EW!”
She’s good for a flirt and to get him up to platinum, but other than that I don’t think she should be the next spouse.
“So I’m not good enough?”
“Well, chances are we won’t be in love by the time we can make food more than once daily, so… yes?”
“I was robbed of a perfectly good wife!”
Also a chess table. That being said, it’s not like you can personally invite her over on Tuesdays.
Level 7?
Level 8
Maxing out the cooking skill
“So I’m close to completing the culinary career. I need a few more friends and I was wondering…”
“Sure… let me come inside.”
Doesn’t intelligence restrict sims coming into your home?
“Not if they’re friends.”
“Please don’t eat my food.”
“But I’m a guest.”
“But this is the apocalypse.”
Level 9
Level 10! Hopelessness and culinary are lifted. That means:- Family perks (hopelessness)- Able to move spouses in- Unlimited food, minus chef salad (natural science) and I think lobster thermidor (oceanography)- Stoves
Pretty
Next, Ben met Kaylynn Spitzig.
“You’re the one who brought hope back to the region? I’m Kaylynn, you’re biggest fan.”
“Thanks?”
“So you need medical next, right? Well I’m in culinary, too, but can make the switch whenever possible. Oh, and then we can have the kids unlock law or science or gamer to get back some of the more important functions or just to set up major lifts for later on in the family.”
“You’ve really planned this out.”
…
Ding ding ding! Kaylynn can move in!
Family sim, wants to marry off six kids, cancer (6/3/6/4/6), likes hats and charisma but not red hair. Tinkering hobby.
Of course, I saved a good old newspaper with medicine first in Ben’s 3 slots just for this momentous occasion. Don’t screw it up.
“So can we woohoo now or what?”
“Sorry, Benny… but we have to be married first.”
“But then I won’t be perma-plat for a few hours…”
Of course, engagement and then marriage.
“So can we woohoo now?”
“Nope. I should get further in my career because a certain someone didn’t build a car capable of taking a pregnant woman to work through the hordes of zombies when the slacker restriction is still in place.”
“Ugh… you can get the medicine job back if I put that newspaper back in my inventory…”
“But should I? You’ll be old soon and I don’t want my Benny-Wenny to die stinky.”
“So woohoo?”
“Am I close to being a chief of staff?”
“No?”
“There’s your answer.”
“Yeah, work, I quit…. Yeah, I know it was my dream job, but I’ll need to anyways because I will soon be senile.”
(sidenote: he may not have quit right this second, but it happened… sometime)
To level 2 I think.
“Isn’t chess more fun than mindless, unprotected woohoo? No pregnancies that de-rail a woman from her career, not dealing with babies who don’t have change stations; no other funny third thing.”
“I quit my job so I could care for the kids.”
“That’s nice, but I still can’t afford to leave mine for even a day.
“And then, Zeeshan, he was all like ‘I want to woohoo,’.”
“Gross. Does he not respect that this is an apocalypse. To think that guy gave me hope for a future.”
“WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!?!”
“My house, my rules. If you don’t like it, become a chief of staff and get me a shower.”
Level 3
“I broke a sink! OH BENNY!”
(distantly) “Woohoo?”
“Maybe…. not.”
Level 4.
Okay, I don’t think I had Ben quit his job by that earlier point because of this car… maybe he was calling a college friend and it was Tuesday :/
Too bad she only came in with one friend. And it wasn’t Zeeshan.
She has stunk for nearly a week and didn’t bother to wash herself. I had this girl dedicated to hand washing because her neat points are too friggin high.
“This is unsanitary.”
Level 5
Kaylynn in her regular outift.
“I stared at my husband’s strong jawline hoping that maybe, one day, he would impregnate me with our child.”
“How about today?”
“Do I look like a chief of staff?”
“You don’t even look like a nurse.”
Okay, so it was. She is far enough along (and maybe further up in her career than I thought at this point). I know I let them woohoo for the first time when she was around level 7 or so… huh…
Yeah, maybe level 7…
Eight?
“I’m very high up in my career. Do you find me attractive now?”
“Uh… what a loaded question.”
Level 9?
Level 10!
Medicine lifted! Now comes showers and other water-based objects! As well as needs perks.
All hail the mighty showers! And also changing tables for the kid(s).
“Woohoo now?”
“Yes.”
Try for baby w/lullaby.
That was quick.
“Maybe it’s six kids?”
Hahahaha…. While you guys lifted the two major restrictions so survive, that’s still not gonna happen. At least not yet.
“Hello? Yes, I need to quit my job…. I understand that I’m the only doctor but I’m pregnant… no I don’t have a car, it doesn’t fit in our allotted 8x8 space.”
“Isn’t this fun? Just you and I… alone… unable to leave our home.”
“Woohoo?”
“Not until I need to be pregnant again.”
Probably a second trimester slide. I don’t know haha
“I peed myself.”
How?
“I didn’t make it to the toilet on time.”
The baby is coming :D
Here is Gloria Whitehall. She’s an aries (6/8/6/6/6). I may intend for her to do Law, but I can see the merit of Education, Science, or Athletic as my next step.
And now to make a second baby while we still can.
Apocalypse babies are so much easier with medical lifted. Also culinary because you don’t have to keep turning that fridge around. I know there’s an apocalypse fridge mod, but I’m too lazy to get it.
And BAM! Elder Ben Whitehall. Are you senile yet?
“Not actually.”
Well I still can’t control you (although I may check in to see when he dies and have a sim call him over outside around the 4PM mark one day… shhh….)
Now this is where he actually quit.
“Now I think I’m senile.”
Meh
You gonna change Gloria?
“Nah… senility.”
The beginning of baby bump 2.
Someone shoo away that wolf! Oh wait, I can only control Kaylynn right now… damnit.
Toddler Gloria… looks like a boy.
Now shoo away the wolf, Kaylynn. You’re my only hope!
I can at least try to get a few toddler skills in while I’m at it, but having Kaylynn be the only one to keep up the house makes it a pain in the butt.
Bump 2.
“Is there a restriction against taking good pictures of us where our stairs aren’t ghostly and my plumbbob isn’t hanging out?”
Probably artist :P
Look at those teeth jutting out of her jaw! She needs braces already :(
I think you’re stench might wake her up.
“You can’t tell me what to do.”
Baby time!
I don’t know why the plumbbob is over the kid, but this is Simon Whitehall. Capricorn (3/2/10/10/0). He’s going to be a dick.
Same career situation as his sister, but maybe throw in Slacker, Politics, and Gamer just to ease everything up.
The entire family so far!
Child Gloria
Toddler Simon.
And that’s it. This is all I have played up to (and that was last weekend… work is taking the piss out of me everyday once I get home). Stay tuned for next time. I won’t give a brief synopsis of what will happen because it has yet to happen… probably teenagers failing school and spending all day skilling. Who knows, haha.- Rex
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