Chapter 3.5: Pet

Been feeling kinda blah in the Vinson Department lately.  It’s a combo of (1) Having to reseed the whole town, and (2) Finally, seeing Roarke age up and move on.  He has been one of the best kids across any legacy/challenge of mine and probably the most fun to play.

Okay, enough about the hoomins.  Bring on the pets.

Sorry Orion, but no matter how much you wish it, that fence will not turn in to a jump for you.

Roarke reminds me of Cris, who also did his homework with the horses.

G-Fri:  We do not allow Paparazzi in the backyard.  Move along or feel my hooves on your back end.

Shooting Star is aging up to Elder on us.  I wish they would do this in the daylight.

He’s an old man now

No big fanfare of pics.  I bawled while playing…I’ll probably start up again now.  Bye, Orion.  I ❤ U.

Okay, one more to show just how much Orion meant to everyone…except Indigo, who can’t figure out to go around the grave marker.

I though it was cute that Cookie wanted to sleep with G-Fri.  It took a red portrait for me to realize that once a dog goes in, they can’t figure out how to get out.  He had been stuck in there for quite a few hours.

Blossom came to take a nap.  Our newest addition is down on the right.  I’m waiting for my game to load now.  I can’t for the life of me remember her name.  (Old age sucks).

Good thing I started loading my game before starting this update.  Meet Grace.  She is for Milky Way.

Here is the herd minus one hiding Indigo.

Indigo was found, so we got a family photo op going on here.

Shooting Star:  I think the Gnome Removal Service needs to be called back out.

Okay, I had every intention of having Milky Way-Grace foals, but when the time came, Orion was visiting and the TFB option had his name as a possibility.  I went for it in the hopes of this result.  I know that genetically speaking, whether you’re hoomin or pet, ghosts don’t show up in the tree.  Basically Grace gave birth to a genetic copy of herself.  But..but I’m keeping him.  Meet Starweaver.

Everyone loves him.

Shooting Star:  You were supposed to be giving me a great-grandchild.  Not an uncle.
Grace:  *blush*  Oops.

If he wasn’t a ghost, he’d look like Mom.

Milky Way and G-Fri consoling each other at Alani passed on.

Everyone was on hand to wish Indigo a fond farewell.  I ❤ you

Roarke is taking the deaths very hard.  Asterix had to hit him with the Moodlet Manager 3 times after Indigo went.

Grace:  Use your hooves, little hoomin.
Milky Way:  Hoomins don’t have hooves, you old nag.

Jack:  You are so cool!
Starweaver:  No, no.  You are so cool!

Not sure how much more of this I can handle in one day.

Jack picked a spot that I couldn’t get a good angle on.  Bye Jack.  I ❤ you too.

Time to make the Moodlet rounds again.

Grace:  I haz baby.  Pay attention to me!

This is Spring.  She later sold for $4,482.  This was the only attempt I had with her and Milky Way.

Spring:  Where is Mommy?  I want eat!
She’s right next to you goober.

Starweaver:  It’s my birthday.  Pay attention to me.   (I triggered it a couple of hours early.  I wanted to see it in daylight for once).
Joy:  I’m too heartbroken.

Not sure if it’s because his legs are curled for floating, but he seems smaller than the other horses.

I don’t like making predictions, but I think Joy will be the next one to go.  She is 3 days past the end of the dog lifespan and she also just hangs out here by the snakes with a broken heart.

Why is there a horse in the entryway?  Especially one that wants to pee?
Roarke:  Umm…Glitch?

To make up for the mass amount of horse pee in the house, Roarke came home one day with Honeycomb.

Honeycomb: Quit painting old hoomin.  I haz baby incoming.

Oh please have some type of markings.  I don’t have much more room.

He is too cute for words.  Meet Stardust.  He is only a potential heir right now.  He has markings and a horn, but no unicorn traits.

Aww.  Looks like he’s eating the purple star.

The family is currently running really super low on funds, so if anything we will breed to sell for a while.  The family went around and bought everything in town.  I don’t think there’s enough for their next meal.

Thought I would throw this in here.  Within a couple of minutes of loading the game, Marie finished Elderberry’s portrait.

I also found Roarke chatting with someone named Gretchen.  She’s got squinty eyes, square jaw and a huge head, but at this point beggars can’t be choosers.

Current Pet Tally:   Joy, Shooting Star, Cookie, G-Fri, Milky Way, Honeycomb, Starweaver and Stardust.

Next time, we move back to the hoomins.  Will anyone max their job levels..ever?  I think both Marie and Asterix have been at level 8 for decades and time is running out.  Roarke is just about to hit the max for after school criminal job.  He was grounded for prom, so I will force another one.  We will go on a mate hunt for Cookie.  Honeycomb will have babies.  and maybe a new heir?   Stay tuned.

Chapter 3

Previously, Roarke showed us that he’s not evil, even though he kept telling everyone that he was.  He spent a weekend with the animals and then got to stand in front of his birthday cake, where I left him for several days now.  Let’s jump right in and see how Roarke is doing with this aging up stuff.

So far so good.  He seems to be excited to get out and see the world through teenage eyes.

The Fire Safety Inspector barked her candle safety instructions.

She promptly backed up in preparation for an explosion.

Starting up the sparkle dance!

Roarke;  No!  No!  I changed my mind.  I want to be little and evil forever!  I don’t want to be big!

Indifferent study habits my fat white ass!  Roarke did his homework every single night without being compelled to.  Straight A’s throughout the childhood.  Never skipped school.  Jerks.  Although, daredevil is good 🙂

These are his age up clothes.  I apparently didn’t take makeover pics.

He is still trying to convince everyone that he is evil.

Marie:  I’m awake.  You’re awake.  Wanna learn to drive?

Apparently so considering he started skilling up on the run for the vehicle.

With Nicholas gone, I don’t have to keep a sharp eye on Alani anymore.  Well, not yet anyway.  She is mostly autonomous and she usually chooses some wacky shit to do.  This probably stems from 30 years of never leaving the inventing table and I really enjoy watching her finally getting to have fun and try new things.  It’s a toss up to which she likes more, the training dummy or chess.

Roarke:  …and that’s how you steal Napalm, dad!

Asterix: Yeah, but is there money in that kind of thing?

Roarke:  Yep, while you’re slaving away to make ends meet playing ball, I’ll be in a penthouse with bitches throwing themselves at me.

Asterix:  Hey now!  I got fans!  They throw themselves at me!

Roarke:  Um Bubba last week does not count.

Asterix;  Moving right along…How was your birthday?  Sorry I missed it.  They wouldn’t let me off work.
Roarke; It was fine, dad.  There’s still cake left too.

Meanwhile, Marie is trying to get a screenplay written for work.  Scribbling pad writing takes forever.

Asterix:  Alani always has the best gossip.

Asterix;  Did you know that Roarke thinks he’s evil?

Alani:  Why, yes.  He tells me all the time how he is going to be a Master Thief.

Asterix:  Why is he doing this?
Alani:  Same reason that I was chained to the inventing table, to unlock new things for the next generation.

Marie now has to wear a disguise to get away from the Paparazzi.

Marie:  Nope, just got promotion.

When we next see Alani, she is making use of the trampoline.  Pretty damn spry for a 90-something year old.

Yay!

The Nicholas Vinson Portrait Contest has ended.  Here is Marie’s entry.

Here is Roarke’s.  I actually couldn’t decide between them, so we kept both.

Asterix still has to be forced to go near the board breaking.

Had Alani drop some stuff off at the consignment shop.  She then chose to spend the rest of the day here.

Marie painted Asterix.

Roarke painted Mom.

Please ignore the fact that the furniture is off center now.  Hoping to start putting heir and spouse portraits on the wall from now on.

We all new it was coming, but we won’t say who for now.  I just was wanting to get more stuff done and it would have been my shortest chapter ever.

Showing Grandma his evil pose.

Asterix is going around “curing” everyone.

Cris and Alani spending quality dad-daughter time together.

Asterix is showing off his mad skillz.

I want to go to prom…I don’t want to go with the boy.

Asterix:  You were 2 minutes late for school…on a field trip day! You are grounded.  No prom for you!

Ah shit.

This has got to be the first time this generation that I have seen negative marks.  This also marks the first time Roarke has ever been yelled at.

Roarke:  Do not mock the Tigger undies!

You two better stop that right now!
Roarke:  Trying to cook here…get a room!

Well, Jack, it’s safe to assume that you have forever before you need to be worrying about screaming babies.  You do know that sleeping with your eyes open is creepy, right?

Stupid immigration took from my bin, but the reason for this…first baby born in forever.  I finally let my town start boinking again.

Just because the sunset over the arena was pretty.

Asterix:  You are grounded.  No prom!
Roarke;  I wasn’t going.  I was heading out to pick up a Plutonium shipment.

I tried to get Asterix to let him off the hook, but he refused.  Alani and Marie were nowhere to be found.  I used debugenabler to force another one and this time I will hopefully have added some girls to the town.

Look what I can do!

Roarkes’ Reptile Emporium




Roarke swears they are all black market offerings.  I think he’s lying.

Nicholas and Alani.  Naughty, naughty, Kids.

Gussie is trying his hand at the drafting table.

Alani and Nicholas get kinky in the hot tub.

Marie finishes up Gussie’s portrait.

And then runs off to con Asterix in to checking out her fake glow in the dark undies.

You need to start getting promoted faster, boy.

Alani is trying her hand at mixology.

She got to level 5.

Alani Vinson – Generation 3 Heir – 92 years exactly.

I thought I deleted all the way earlier saves, but I found some hiding in an unmarked folder.  I might go and get Court’s grave if she’s dead in that save..if it’s even a save from that town.

I removed this shortly after and then bought a plot of land next to the house.  Everyone was transplanted there.

Marie got another promotion.

Roarke has to learn athletics for his after school job at the criminal warehouse.

Asterix is showing off his meditating while doing laundry.

Yay!

Time for these two to become real adults.

Asterix:  Yay!  One step closer to retirement.

Ignore brokenheart.  You’ll find out more later.

You don’t look any different.

You answer that phone and I’ll make you jog to work for a week.

Good choice.

Her after sparkle pics were horrendous.  She pouted like 2 year old.  I gave her a makeover.

Adult woohoo!

Just a couple of more..hang in there.

Roarke still skilling for work.  He’s almost maxed the job.

Asterix maxed Martial Arts.

I leave you with Roarke playing for great-great grandpa Gussie.   Evil my ass.    The rest of the cemetery is a work in progress.

I will try and have the pet side done tomorrow, so stay tuned for some tearful goodbyes and some welcome new additions.

Chapter 2.5: Pet

Someone asked if Roarke spent time with the horses.  I hade a nice LOL moment and here is the answer.

Orion starts off this chapter being cute.  I swear he’s almost 200 years old by now.

Orion:  Oh little hoomin.  I’m breathing down your neck.  Fear me!

Roarke: That tickles.
Orion: Must have carrots!  *sniff sniff*

Roarke: *giggle*  Okay, okay.  Quit tickling me!
Orion:  *nudge*

Get out the shot dumbass!  *note to self*  Pictures go inside the house.

Orion:  That, boys and girls, is how you con the idiot hoomins into giving you what you want!

Joy ages to elder.

Joy:  The hoomins should be ashamed.  I got old and no one threw me a party

Shooting Star:  *Snigger*  Um, Indigo, the ball has eaten your legs.
Milky:  He’s too senile to realize it.
Indigo:  I’m not too old to call my dad over to bite you imbeciles.

Star:  I will stomp him before he gets a chance.
Milky:  Oh go hit up the salt lick you cranky bastard.
Indigo:  I am so loving the new house.

Star and Milky:  *blank stare*  But, we’ve been here forever now.
Indigo:  Oh really?  Hmm I just noticed.

Jack:  Look kid, everyone’s busy and I need food.
Roarke:  I hear scarabs are tasty.  Want some?

Roarke:  Who’s a good widdle puppy?  Who is?  Joy is!
Joy:  Hoomins are right morons, boys and girls.

ORION –

Okay, you’re stats are dropping at an enormous rate.  I’m here to make the social one climb.  Get ready for love.

Roarke:  I’m evil even if I do love you, Orion.
Orion:  You’re evilness pleases me, little hoomin.  You’re jewel thief plans are going to be a wonderful addition.  Let me bless your future.

Roarke:  Thank  you, Orion.  You’re a good boy!

INDIGO –

I guess it takes more than a week or two to get out the new house smell apparently.

Roarke:  I’m an evil jewel thief.  I am taking time from my busy Saturday to make my accomplices happy.
Indigo:  Little Hoomin is whacky in the head.

Roarke:  Please don’t let on that I’m not as evil as I am supposed to be.
Indigo:  I’m drowning in love and because of it, you’re secret is safe with me.

SHOOTING STAR –

Star:  Yay, it’s finally my turn!

GIRL FRIDAY – still haven’t gotten around to changing her name…lol

GF:  Yay for it being my turn!
Roarke; If I was more evil, I’d charge you guys for this.

Jack’s destruction goes through the roof randomly.

Joy and Cookie will not sleep anywhere else.

Indigo:  We love sprinklers, boys and girls.
Girl Friday:  But cats don’t like water.
Indigo: And I don’t like cats, which is why I like sprinklers.

*Note to self*  Milky Way was at the training center and didn’t get his pampering.

That is a blatant hint if ever I saw one.  I will start searching the world for mate for you.

Well, lookie at that. the next pic in the horse department has a teen Roarke that you haven’t met.  So, we will continue on at a later date.  The boys (and girl) have been kinda neglected lately.  Luckily, Roarke had a lot of wishes for the animals and most of the dog interactions were autonomous and got them from red during Nicholas’ death all the way to green.  So, the question is, will we find a Unicorn mate for Milky Way or will we have to adopt a regular horse just like him.  Will I ever get around to finding that special canine for cookie, or is his line going to die out.  Find out next time.

Chapter 2

So, I am looking through the pics I took, and I have decided to cut down on pic taking.  I went seriously overboard (I have 600!!! between hoomins and horses, but it would get us right up to Roarke’s YA birthday).  I just love this generation.  It’s the best one yet.  Marie and Asterix (aside from the woohoo misadventures) are one of my favorite couples in a game of mine.  Roarke is seriously amazing.  He is evil, but he’s so good that I keep forgetting.

Anyway, I will try to only give you highlights, but I always forget and go overboard.

Roarke:  Great-Great-add more greats, Grandpa Gussie is Awesome!

Clarissa:  You cannot hide from me!  I will get you eventually!
Zenyatta #75:  No, no you won’t.  I’m just going to sit here until the ghosties come and scare you away, sissypants!

Roarke:  Seeing you makes me happy, Grandma!

Roarke: When I get big, I’m going to have lots of money.
Alani:  Really, how are you going to do that.

Roarke: I figure there’s tons of cash in robbing houses.

Alani:  You can’t do that!  No grandchild of mine is going to spend their life in jail!

Asterix came home from work and was eavesdropping.  At least he now realizes what he’s going to be in for later on.

Roarke:  My ultimate goal is to be a jewelry thief!

Roarke: ..with a side order of hacking!   I just hope somebody does their job and we get computers unlocked soon.

Roarke: When I finally get big and strong, I am going to steal the most ultimate thing ever.
Alani:  What would that be?  Some unsuspecting girls heart?

Roarke: Girl?  Ewwww!   No a Rocket!

Alani:  Just don’t forget to make time for babies in that busy schedule.  The EPIC must go on!

I think being a jewelry thief would be way cooler than being a boring old daddy.
Asterix (still eavesdropping): I heard that runt!

Nicholas has been in the hot tub ever since I updated to the fixed woohooer.  I think he’s pouting.  Who knew that at 100 and something, he could still woohoo 9 times a day like a Boss.  Alani switches between the training dummy and chess.  I really get the feeling that she likes being upright for a change.

Jack:  At least his form is getting better.
Joy:  Who cares about that. I’m waiting for Punch to fight back!

Cue some doggie love.  They’re so cute.

Joy: I’m going to do something adventurous and look out the window.  I want utilize my newest trait.
Jack:  ..but I want to gaze into your eyes some more. *pout*

So strange how Jack did this.  Hence why the doggie portion made it to the hoomin side.

Asterix doesn’t care too much for the boards, but I make him do them anyway.

It’s been a long time since we saw Grimmy last.  Poor little Roarke was the only hoomin on hand for now.

I’ve seen sims begging for life.  I’ve seen Grimmy hug pets.  I have never seen a Sim thank and shake hands with Grimmy when he collects them.  A very ancient Indigo looks on.

Nicholas Vinson.  105 yrs old.

An angry and brokenhearted Alani heads to teach Punch a lesson.

Why are you asking for Grandpa Cris’ autograph?  How lame is that?

Marie:  I’m artistic too!  How funny!  I am painting in my spare time now.
Cris:  How many masterpieces have you painted?
Marie; Erm..well none yet!   But we still have all of yours around the house.

Gussie likes to come and visit the bookshelf.

Autonomous inventing.

Marie painted this memory for Roarke.

Marie:  Wow, I’m a bookworm too, Ancestor Gussie!

I didn’t realize she shared so many traits with the earlier generations.

Roarke invented a dog toy.  Then never touched the inventing table again.

He started on potions, but it got close to bedtime.  He never went back.

Asterix jams on the piano when he’s not skilling the athletics and martial arts.

It’s a battle of EPIC proportions.  In the left corner, we have Alani Vinson.  In the right corner.  Little Roarke Vinson.   Who will win?  No one knows.  Everyone, grab your pillows!

Roarke:  I forfeit.  I can’t concentrate with Ancestor Gussie staring at me like that.

Asterix:  Look hunny, food magically appeared!
Marie:  Funny!

Mark this on the calendar boys and girls.  The Vinson’s had their first family dinner in who knows how long.

Asterix:  The awesomeness that was your pancake making has given me naughty thoughts!

Teaser alert:

Why are you all sparkly, Mr. Roarke?
Roarke:  You’ll have to stay tuned for the horses update to find out, silly!

He has a skill point in just about everything for his age..except fishing.   Well, here is him trying out painting.

Now that they realize that I won’t stop the flirt anymore now that the mod is fixed, they revert back to the real them.  The days is 50% work, 5% other stuff and 45% flirt;

You don’t look happy to have finished your first painting.
Roarke:  I hate happiness.  I put all of mine into that painting.  Now let’s burn it.

Holy crap guys, should I change your name to Cleaver?
Roarke: If you start calling me Beaver…I will kill you.

Roarke’s happy went through the roof when Alani autonomously made his favorite dinner.

Roarke:  The happy has got to stop.   I hate happy!  I’m evil I tell ya.

Asterix had to get his paint on too.  LOL   I love how something so simple made him so very happy.

Roarke:  Now we are getting somewhere.

This is his life.  He goes to school, does his homework, eats and then paints most of the night.  When stats fall, they all go for a ride in the mobile.

Pretty soon it was time for Asterix’s first game.  The whole family went to cheer him on.

Time for a family celebratory dinner.
Roarke:  Why?  Why do we have to do this?  We drove in the magic van that maxes our stats.  I want to paint.

Later on that night…..

Yet, another shared trait.  Marie is best friends with all the ancestors now.

Jill: Your mom is amazing!
Roarke: Yeah, I know.

Ohh..first one!  You have no clue how excited I am to get this one.

Bear:  I iz cute!

My nickname from hubby is Bear.

Okay, lads..erm and ladies.  The First Annual Gnome Volleyball Tournament starts now.
Bear:  I’m the token spectator here to pretend I care.
Clarissa:  I don’t know about you dumbshits, but there’s no way in hell I’m lobbing that horse ball.  I refuse to be smooshed by a planet sized ball.

So ends the Volleyball Tournament.

Clarissa:  Here, hoomin, hoomin hoomin.  I got something for you!  It will only hurt for a second.

Roarke: I gotta hurry and do my homework.
Why is this?
Roarke:  I have a date in the bathroom.
I have no intention of asking what that might be.

Roarke:  There is no end to my coolness.

Roarke: I’m practicing my, “Hey, look how hot I am” look for when I get to be a teen.

I see you’re back to acting your age.

I sent little Roarke to explore the catacombs.

Marie waited outside like a good mom to give him a ride home.

I missed the next pop up about the bear.

Roarke:  When I steal my rocket, Mom, I’m totally going to blow that stupid bear up.

Side note*  I had no clue the Motive Mobile fixed singes!

Yay, Asterix.

Poor kid is traumatized by that bear.  It did give him the oomph to finish this painting.

Now that is appropriately evil.  I love it.    I have not sold any of his paintings and only one of Marie’s.

Our first Nicholas visit and he went to his favorite spot and stayed there until it was time to go back to the grave.

Yay!!!   His LTW is to be a Superstar Athlete, so this is quite handy.

Asterix: I had a great night at work and now I have naughty thoughts.
Marie: Daddy is in the hot tub, so we can’t go there.

The shower it is then.

Minor pets I didn’t want to add to the horse/dog section.

Cardinal

Hawk

Macaw

This world has almost 0 spawners.  It sucks ass.  When using the collection helper, I found 3 total bugs.

Anyway he started wishing for kids things finally.

New toy lads!
Clarissa:  I want to go first!
Inventor gnomes:  We can’t go, we’ll rust! *sob*  We want to slide too!

The lone lizard on the world was the Komodo dragon.

Which leads us to this.  It took 216 pictures to get here..and half of them were horses!  Yay for Horsies!  I’m off on a 200-mile trek looking for Final Fantasy XIII-2.  I am hoping to get all legacies caught up and stored for quick update clicking.  I had 170+ hrs in FF XIII, I’m preparing now for a repeat with the new one.

We will have our teen years next time.  Until then please do not hate me for not sticking with the toned down update.  I totally went overboard…again…but I love Roarke.  He’s the most unevil evil person ever.

Chapter 1.5: Pet

Let’s check in with Jack first.

Jack:  Who might you be?
Strange dog:  I might be who was made to give you heirs.  I am called Joy.

Jack:  Play?  I have no one to play with!  Will you?
Joy:  Of course.

So weird!  Doggy love at first sight.  I told you people there’s something in the water here.

A/N: This is Eloni Island.  Asterix is from this world, but this is a brand new town.  His family with 15 brothers and sisters are tucked in a folder gathering dust…for now.

Jack: So hot stuff..wanna make some puppies?
Joy:  Lead the way, stud.

I don’t believe I have ever seen the doghouse rock that high before.  You go, Jack.  Poor guy is a virgin and turns elder the next day.  You do the math.

I think I heard a lullaby you two.

With 4 people, 2 dogs, and Orion, Indigo, Star and her…I chose to just have her bred instead of trying to stuff more horses in.

After the lullaby, Girl Friday, had a couple of easy wishes to do, and I need more auto cleaning stalls…so

She sniffed Nicholas and then

Then blessed him.  Nicholas then trotted off to attempt a blessed tfb with Alani.

Okay, he didn’t have one day.  Jack turned elder the night of his pup/s.

Awww…I’ve never seen this before.  This is when I zoom over to the hoomins and hear the lullaby for Marie and Asterix.  Yep, all the babies are within hours of each other, except Marie.  I believe my pets are only pregnant for two days or something.

She had one little boy.  He is adorable, but did not get mom’s butterflies that I can see.

Out in back meanwhile…

Girl Friday gives us Spring.  A little female.

Her only marking is the faint red at the corner of the mouth.

Cookie:  Either love me or put me down…I’m not a purse to be toted around.

She does put him down and then goes in to finally tell Asterix that she is preg.

Spring:  Carrot?  Gimme!

Cookie ages up.

As does Spring.

Spring was born at level 6 of jumping.  She sold for $4482.  I immediately bred Girl Friday right then.

Stupid gnomes have blocked off the salt lick.   Anyway…

Girl Friday gives us Milky Way…the heir.

Horse and no uni traits.   I am going to have to go out and hopefully adopt a uni while Alani is still alive.  Both Orion and Indigo are like 20 yrs past death..and still kicking.  Crazy guys.

Full star on the nose.

Blossom’s line is in Generation 6.  I wish I had thought to do a family tree with every horse born.  I hate that it broke with the moves.

Well I was correct that the deck would keep the horses from being too close, but they hate it.  Unicorns need a lot of attention, especially of the hoomin variety,

Gussie and Minty came out to watch the stars over the water.

I did a quick Cookie inspection:

Elderberry’s tail ring (yay!), Minty’s little spots and right there on the hind leg is a small blue/green portion of a butterfly.  I might try for another, but I am pretty happy with Cookie.

I’m worried about my boys, so I’m spamming them a bit.

Orion – Generation 2 – 78 years old.  My Horse age span is set at 54 years.  I’m sure it has something to do with the unicorn trait, but not sure.

Indigo – Generation 3 – 73 years old.   Trying to do the math here.  When Indigo was born, Alani was learning to potty.  Alani is now 83..okay that’s about right, give or take 2-3 horse years.

Shooting Star – Generation 4 – 59 years old.  I went back and checked this.  Indigo had 5 foals before we got Shooting Star!

Girl Friday is only 14 years old, since poor Shooting Star was mateless for 90% of his life.

Jack is 3 days past turning elder and Nicholas is holding up at 96.   I foresee a slew of deaths…and I am not ready.  Blossom is the only horse I’ve lost and I was a blubbering fool afterwards.

Jinxed the family.  Three visits by Grimmy in 2 sim days.  I will deal with them in the next updates.