Jell: *yawns* Ooooh, ouch! My back! I think I just felt something pop! This floor doesn't work for me, I need a bed!
Sorry, you'll have to suffer a little longer with the sleeping bag, hey at least you don't have to pass out before getting any rest!
Jelli: *whines* How much longer?
Well, first you have to buy a shower before your hygiene tanks your mood. Then we'll buy you an easel and you can paint. Painting gives money a little quicker than fishing. Then, now are you listening Jelli? Here's the important part!
Jelli: Hmm? Wha? Yeah, yeah, I'm listening. Of course I'm listening.
I've read and re-read the rules, and nowhere does it say you can't marry a rich sim! It says no money cheats (which I consider to be cheats like motherlode), and you have to travel to secure a spouse. So, the solution is simple, you travel to a world and marry a rich sim, and drag him back to start on the Perfect Genetics part of this challenge.
Jelli: *frowns* What does that entail again?
You didn't read the fine print did you? *sigh* That means you have to have kids until you produce one with the same hair and eye color as yourself.
Jelli: *blink...blink* What?
*repeats* That means you have to have kids until you produce one with the same hair and eye color as yourself.
Jelli: *cries* Nooooooo! Not that! I dislike kids! Oh the horror! Whose cruel joke is this? It''s not funny! *freaks then hyperventilates* Can I back out?
Pfff, you're not going to let a little thing like children scare you off now are you?
Jelli: Yes! The little monsters! They'll suck the life out of me! Where's the escape clause?
No, no escape clause, remember? Non-negotiable, iron clad, ten generations, is any of this ringing a bell?
Jelli: *moans* I'm doomed.
You are not doomed, think positively. If the plan goes on without a hitch, you'll be rich, and you can buy whatever your heart desires to
Jelli: To ponder my doom.
Oh brother!
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