The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
Just when you thought Winterfest couldn’t get more magical…
In Father Winter’s present, I find only one thing: a stroll of parchment, with a few words in cursive.
The Great Book of Windenburg.
I look up to ask Father Winter for details, and with a smirk he tells me that this is the answer to all my questions. And then, he vanishes in a swirling cloud of sparkling smoke.
The night falls on the second day of Winterfest, and on the strike of 8 o’clock, a coated figure appears in the living room window, seemingly out of nowhere, and I rush out of the poolhouse.
Well I sure didn’t expect that.
Father Winter is a very affable man, and he’s got more smarts than one might think from a man who willingly lives in the coldest place on Earth. He and I end up having a truly fascinating conversation about History. He’s seen many things in his long lifetime, so he has a lot to teach me, but he knows very little about the Omiscan culture, you see.
Cléo tries to play her excitement off by pretending she only wants to come in the living room to play with the cats, but we see through her.
I also see through Mom’s smirk, a smirk that says I told you so.
You can’t stay mad at someone in such a calming atmosphere. That being said, and though Mom’s stomach isn’t burning anymore, no one volunteers to go make snowpals with Cléo but her twin. And he’s genetically obligated to have her back.
To their credit, they end up making a pretty cute snowpal.
I have plans for when Get Famous is released, so many plans!
First of all, I am totally, so not letting go of the Stewarts, they’re my babies and I’ll always post about them. But I’ve been thinking about doing another series in parallel, a challenge-driven one. It’s a challenge that I’ve been wanting to start for a long, long time, and between Get Famous, the November Patch, and everything I’ve learned in the past few months, I think now is the perfect time…
I’ve also been toying with the idea of a lowkey series, unedited screenshots, perhaps even in my native language (hi, French simmers!), but that’ll wait until after the challenge series is completed ^^
So get ready for some new people around! 😀
So we sit down to eat, in this truly enchanting atmosphere, with the blue and white stars hanging above our heads. But I don’t start eating, not right now. I’m waiting for Cléo to take the first bite of my beloved ham — bad move. While my eyes are on my siblings (who acts innocent), mom takes a forkful…
Then I swear I see fire blowing out of her mouth like a Shang Simlandragon’s. And I’ll remind you, my mother has wone quite a few Curry Challenges in her life. That couldn’t have been any small amount of spice that my fiend sister slipped between the slices.
“Mom!”
“Cléo!”
“Rats.”
There it is: everything looks perfect again. I’m particularly proud of the ham I baked, and it smells absolutely wonderful, if I do say so myself.
That being said, I would be about seventy-five percent more at ease if Cléo didn’t have such an evil look on her face.
What have you done to my ham, Cléo?
Our stomachs have recovered from yesterday’s dinner… so it’s time to cook some more for Winterfest lunch.
The food never ends.
Gram was only in charge of yesterday’s meal, so I instruct Mom to make herself a nice honey tea and I get cooking. I’d rather she did not touch anything one of us might eat. She’s made a lot of progress, but just in case…
And then there’s Loladorada, who I’d also rather she didn’t touch anything, but as it turns out she’s too busy acting superior to try and snatch the food away.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 