Sims 2 Micropolis: Moody family
Welcome to 6 Gravel Road! I am your friendly neighborhood guardian angel. As you arrive, the neighborhood of Micropolis is merely a short stub of a road with six cheap prefab houses and a few broke, debt-ridden, unemployed people, most of them children or elderly, ragged survivors of the ravages of fate. But through your hard work and ingenuity - and my unflagging moral support - this will become a prosperous township filled with laughing children living in comfortable homes, lacking nothing in material wellbeing, education or attention. This bright and beautiful future is it that you, dear sims, have been chosen to be a part of from the very beginning. And in that future, when the name of Micropolis becomes a symbol of a sim society's ability to transform itself for the better, the names of the founding families will be whispered in voices of the deepest respect. If, that is, you are found worthy. So let us together do our best, for the generations yet to be born!
Ray: Micropolis - we do what we must, because we can?
Shelly: What did the voice say, dad?
Garrett: It said that it was an angel and would help us build this neighborhood so it can become big and rich.
Shelly: So that was it.
Well, yeah, basically. Now, why don't you tell me a little about yourselves?
Ray: My name is Ray, Ray Moody. I am not actually moody, it is just a name. I guess I am not actually a ray either, but I'm fairly bright. I've turned into quite a bookworm during my old days. This is my son Garrett and his daughter Shelly. The rest of our family is, unfortunately, lost.
Garrett: After the untimely demise of my beloved wife, I have realized that no one woman can replace her in my heart. Rather I shall have to content myself with multiple, albeit less meaningful, relationships.
Shelly: Dad, you were divorced. Mom said you were always spending your time with other girls even when you were newlyweds.
Garrett: Not all people have the same perspective on these things, Shelly. Your mother was a good woman, but she had unrealistic expectations to marriage. I blame society.
I warn you that if your lifetime want is to have 20 different lovers, you are a generation or two early.
Garrett: Nothing so ethically challenging. I just want to become a professional party guest.
Shelly: So the angel said this place would become like a big city with skyscrapers and stuff...
I see you have inherited your father's verbal creativity.
Mari: So, since you are so scientifically interested, have you noticed how our boobies get bigger around the time when we have babies?
Actually I don't think that is visible in this reality.
Mari: Pooh, I just say it to see their reaction.
Finally the perfect shot!
Mari: Something must be wrong, we agree!
I was talking about the picture.
Mari: Why are you following me from house to house anyway?
What? YOU are following ME!
Mari: As if!
Ah. Balancing the books, the elder generation is all about that.
Ray: It is all about checks and balances!
Jimmy: Pleased to meet you. My name is Ramsey, Jimmy Ramsey.
Ray: Surprisingly, I have already heard of you.
I took the liberty.
Harry: Hee hee hee!*pant pant*
Harry! What in the name of the game are you doing?!
Harry: He started it! Garrett is evil, I tell you, bad to the bone!
There must be some misunderstanding...
Harry: He won't misunderstand this! Hee heee!
Half a week. That's probably a new personal record, isn't it?
Garrett: Hey, it's not like I'm some sort of slut. But a man needs companionship. It's not something you abstract entities would understand.
You would be surprised.
A young adult, eh? And her wants are... go to class, do homework... and yes, flirt. Well, that's something.
Garrett: I am sure I can teach her a thing or two outside the curriculum.
I guess he did give her a little hands-on education.
Garrett: Sorry, I'm late for work already!
Celia: *sighs*
Shelly: The angel says that if not for some evil creature called Securom, we could pack our suitcases and go on vacation!
Eventually.
Monique: Pwned, old man!
I am not even sure people here NEED to go away to see strange and incredible things.
Mari seems to be best friends with every kid in the neighborhood.
Mari: They grow up so fast. *sighs*
Speaking of which, it is Sunday and Shelly's birtday! Improvised birthday party!
Everyone: Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Shelly, happy birthday to you!
Let me get a good closeup of you, kid.
So, what's your aspiration in life going to be?
Shelly: Pleasure!
Oh noes! You poor thing! It breaks my heart!
Shelly: Uh, did I say something wrong?
You just condemned yourself to fifty years of jumping on the couch and going on pointless dates with people you don't know. Probably suffer chronic depression and die well before you are 70 too.
Shelly: Oops.
Well, there is still a chance. You can go to college and after two years you will get a new chance to change your aspiration. Failing that, there is always grilled cheese.
Shelly: But what if I like jumping on the couch?
You are taking your phone outside in a snowstorm??
Garrett: There are things an innocent young girl just shouldn't need to hear.
A laudable sentiment, if somewhat optimistic. Well, it is the end of the week, and the last family of the neighborhood.
Garrett: And we're all a little older and deeper in debt.
True, but also more skilled. Also many friendships have begun to blossom, and the first loves. Next week should see a number of new birthdays and the first college students, and hopefully more love as spring returns to the land.