The Magpie UGLACY - Generation 5.1!

[tigeranne]

That's right! This is now an Uglacy. :D This coming generation will still be better looking than those that have gone before, but the next one will be heading for deformation. :) There was a reason I bred Edgar to Aylatani. The spares from the Edgarcy will be this generation's suitors!

Yay! I've got enough pictures for 3 updates! This will be the longest, because things.



Ooops, I almost forgot the "last time" paragraph. Last time, the Starbloom Narrator hi-jacked my journal while I was at work, and posted an update that only barely made sense. Ferrett, the newly appointed Heir, grew up and got a pair of hideous trousers as a gift from Liranda. Jennifer's excellent cooking made people fat. Lora came to see her mom (Jen is her mother), and brought along Wesley, who Ferrett flirted up. Abbie started hating on Weedy's son, Orca Bertie, and was probably thrilled when he married Nerniya and moved to Victorian London. Ferrett and Wesley got married, too, but decided to wait a while before multiplying. Rowland wished for his youth back, and got it. :) Molly grew old, in a horrifying combination of Maxis clothing, including the elder version of the Prostitop. Leicester took a vacation, and met Maude, who he had chemistry with. Then the game crashed.


We start with Leicester coming home from that outing where he met Maude, sans car.


Leicester: Where is that darn car? It's raining out here, and someone's stupid carpool is blocking the road! Oh, and the trees are burning again. I hate this place... >:(


Several real life minutes later, the car finally caught up. It didn't just materialize around where he was hanging, it came driving up from behind and absorbed him. A carpool was causing some killer lag on the lot. D:

Why is he in the passenger seat? Who's driving?

The Loneliness drives. :( It's not a Seat, it's a Range Rover???

Haven't you caused enough trouble?


Leicester: HONNK! HONNK! HOOOOOOONNK! HONNNNNNNNNK! HOOOOONNNNNNK!


While Les sat for five hours in the Land Rover, angrily banging his head against the steering wheel, this partially visually impaired bloke walked by. His name is Billy Trevannion, and I hope we'll see him in a prominent role in the Travecy, later on. At least he was made with that in mind. It's not a spoiler, it's a teaser. :D


Leicester: I have to pee, but I'm scared to move my legs. In fact, I don't think I can. :( They're all numb from holding it in for half a day.


Billy: That is never a problem with horse taxis.


Out in the back yard, Chester was suffering a heat stroke.


So was Francie. x(


Rowland was talking about the importance of keeping relationships alive, so your immortality doesn't get very lonely.


Francie: *Faaaaiiinnnt*


Flora: You wouldn't have lasted long in Al Simhara.


Rowland: Helena, I've been doing some thinking. Most of us immortals are over 100 years old. We've had our say in this house for a very long time. I think maybe it's time we let the youngins set their own course, now. Besides, I miss the old cave. This one is too posh and stuffy.

Helena: We're leaving? :D


Rowland: We're in luck! Nobody has claimed our old house as their own.


Burton: Yess! We're going home!

Jennifer: Do I get to sleep inside, this time?


Weedy: Bye, Les. Sure you're not coming with us?

Leicester: Nah. Someone has to keep a straight head, around here.


BTW, Wesley got a promotion, to the music camp that made Aylatani get plastic surgery, which resulted in her getting a face-transplant from someone named Bertha Hortence, who presumably now runs around with no face. I would be worried.


And so the oldies were back to where it all started.

Rowland: Let's see... Me, Weedy, Burton, Helena, Jennifer, Ettie, Francine, Sharkey, Peggy... We're missing one.

Francie: Barth isn't here.

Rowland: Alright. We'll teleport him.


Barth: Huh? What happened?

As sad as it is to let go of Weedy & Co, at least I won't have to worry about keeping them all alive, this way. We haven't seen the last of these guys. :) Now I can focus on the younger generations, and making this family proper ugly!


The younger family had gone neglected for a long time.

Wesley: I still don't know how to fuuuuuun.

He seriously believed that "fun" was a verb, that's how unfamiliar he was with the term.


You can take a Wesley out of the ISBI, but taking the ISBI out of the Wesley is harder.


Everyone had the flu. Most of the family was in low aspiration, and everything was a big, unfunny mess.


Editha: Peggy has moved out! :D :D :D She's GONE! :D


Leicester was a few days away from getting old, despite being one of the youngest in the family, so he needed aspiration points. I had him call Maude the shirt-twin, who's actually meant to be a (very inaccurate) human version of Elys.


Leicester: Most of the fighting parties have been split up. Peace and friendship will rule the house. :) Maybe you can live here, one day.


Maude: Awww, that's sweet of you! I would love to live in a great mansion like this!


Then she accepted a back-rub. It's kind of rare that anyone rejects that, however.


Leicester: My job is very dangerous. :D


Leicester: I can't just say "It's 4pm, I'm out of here!" and leave my team dealing with a huge, angry kraken. So don't expect me to be home for supper every night.


Nawww, lookit them in their matching sweater vests.


She's in love.


Freedom's just another word
For nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothing
But it's free


Feeling good was easy, Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee


Maude: From the coal mines of Kentucky... Hang on. I always thought it was "Ohio?"


Since Kris Kristofferson is a Reptilian (Because it makes a lot of sense for conspiracy theorists to lump a country singer in with presidents and the British Royal family), there are hypnotic subliminal messages in his lyrics.


I think he misses being part of a pack.


Ferrett: I soooo want to see him, but he never walks by!


Thank you, Fortune Teller! :D


The breakfast session is a bit less crowded, nowadays.

Leicester: I'm off to excavate the SS Poseidon. Don't wait up!


Dagmar: You scallywag! Put that paper down!

Sharkey: If your dad was as evil as MINE, you wouldn't say that!


Just a friendly reminder that Phil-syndrome is not a good thing. (o.o*)


Stop it.

Then the lot crashed, spectacularly. x( Aaaand, TigerAnne had enough. I was beginning to hate the Magpie Mansion. It was too big, and didn't really have a homey feel to it, anyway. Let's move the Magpies to a smaller house!


Like this one! :D


Ferrett: We need a bit of colour back in our lives. The mansion always felt a bit overcast.

It really did.


Gus: And nooooo Sharkey! :D Come here, my love!


But... who is this?


This is three more of alittlestrange's Ducklings. :) Aphrodite, Kevin(!!!) and Apollo.


But... what's Elmer, who's Ettie's fiancé, doing there?


He's dying in a little box, that's what. :D


Yeah, I felt kind of rotten for doing this, but I want Kevin and Ettie to have babies, and unfortunately I had her get engaged to a random townie before I decided she was going to be immortal.


Oh, and Sam... I think Apollo is still in character. x)


Kevin has working braincells over here, so he's not putting up with it.


I'm sure Apollo will put him in his place, one way or another. :)


I think they need a pet. Like, a domesticated one.


The welcome wagon was their very own ancestor, Alan Duckling.

Alan: What are those thumping noises?

Aphrodite: It's coming from that grey box. Apparently it's a vole-trap, and we're not to tamper with it.


Elmer was surprisingly resilient. Come 7pm, he was still alive, and I had to get the Ducklings to make supper.


Right! Alan's also a werewolf, LOL! I don't see him around as much as Beau, so I had forgotten he was.


I should get replacements, but this is how a lycantrophied Alan looks.


Lunchtime, the next day. I was beginning to realize I'd be playing the Ducklings for a while, so I got them jobs while I was at it.

Aphrodite: Those voles are horribly loud. Are they meant to howl like they did, all night?

Kevin: I... dunno? You're sure that wasn't the wolf?

Aphrodite: Eh, probably.


At this point, it dawned on me that Elmer was an unkillable townie! D:


So I did the logical thing, and aged him up a lot, with the Sim Blender. He appeared to have a day or so left. I made sure the Ducklings ate and got to work, and played the lot on 3x speed.


Sigh.


Thursday morning. Whee...


Who should come to visit, if not Ryan himself. Apollo thought he was kind of... weird. He'll get used to him.


Ryan: So you see, we really need to stop the dinosaurs from creating a nuke. You cannot trust those trigger-happy T-Rexes with weapons of mass distraction!

Apollo: I'm sorry to hear that the asylum closed down.

Ryan: Why is that box screaming?


Then the two oddballs decided to be friends, and toss an old pigskin.

Carlisle: Could you please have the exterminator come to pick up that vole-trap? I have super-hearing, and I can't sleep at night with all those little voices crying as one, in terror and desperation!

Apollo: I think it's being removed tomorrow, Mr. Cullen.


Ryan: Hey, watch where you're throwing that ball! My organs have all burst before, and my chest is a weak spot!

Apollo: Sorry! LOL!


Even the hands of time themselves could not kill Elmer. Does that mean that if I had married him into a family, he wouldn't need elixir to stay alive forever? I had him added to the household, so he wasn't even a townie anymore, and his icon was redder than Stalin's blood. Anyway, I had to find another way of offing him.


Like making him swim in a pool with no ladder, while the Ducks were at work. With empty hunger and energy bars.


Cold.


You guessed it. That didn't work, either. So I finally did the decent thing, and aged him back to adult to be re-towniefied. Ettie would just have to break up with him, and get a sentry bot to keep him off their trashcan.


Back at the Magpies, life was more harmonious.


Ferrett: We're in a better house, and half of the family have found their own place. I think it's time we started the next generation.

Wesley: Yeah. Let's have a reasonable number of children, not too tightly spaced.


Not having to punch Peggy's offensive face all the time, gives Edie a lot more time to paint her masterpieces.


Flora: Ferrett's pregnant. :) So, when are you and me gonna find dates? Our little sister is miles ahead of us.

Greg: But... We've got really time-consuming careers!


Flora: Hi, uncle Sharkey! Are you here to beat up Grandpa?

Sharkey: You know me too well.


This is Ambrose HipStar, from the hipster band of the same name, who live in the "Victorian" factory district. Isn't he something special?

Don't tell him he's got a Hitler moustache. It's a Chaplin, you obtuse ignoramus.


He steals all the newspapers in the neighbourhood, but it's not to be a jerk. Those papers contain potentially offensive cartoons, which could upset those who've experienced trauma, and reinforce toxic ideas in the rest of the population, so it's his civic duty as a decent human being to make sure no one is exposed to them. Removing all the newspapers, before the residents can get a hold of them, is almost a full day of work, so Ambrose often has to miss band rehearsals. :( Society's sick sense of humor is actively keeping him from developing his art. Ambrose is very bitter.


Speaking of bitter... Flora wasn't joking. Beating up his father was literally what Sharkey came over to do. x(


Editha is such a sensitive and delicate flower.


simlili was right. *sigh* Here you see most of the family, squeezing themselves into the smallest bathroom. THERE ARE FOUR BATHROOMS SURROUNDING THE KITCHEN!


Ferrett: Cheesecake for breakfast, hee hee! :)

I gave her a short, choppy hair again, because it makes her look more like the young woman she's supposed to be.


No more hotel breakfasts. :D Now they have their meals around a quaint blue kitchen table.


Like yay, we need a chance card! :D Not... Uh, Chester is a Knowledge Sim, he trusts Science. Horoscopes are nonsense. He would just make up something.


Science has clearly been bought up. >:(


Abbie: What if Bella makes another one? There's still infinite amounts of immaturity spewing out of her. Plus, she can't contain all of her bile and vitriol.

Greg: You raise a good point, Mom. She's not even the only person around here these things spill forth from! We may be doomed.

You probably are.


Louise: I can't believe it. Now I owe Edna §10.


This modernist still-life didn't count as a masterpiece. :( Editha sad nao.


Without Jen, there's no one around with sky-high cooking points. Abbie, who doesn't have employment outside of the home, is the best candidate for learning more recipes.


Chester: Come on, Gus. Stop crying. If you want to teach Sharkey a lesson, you should hit the weights, and buff up a bit. Then you hand him his ass in a tea-saucer, and tell him not to come back.

Gus: I'm a pacifist!

Ferrett: Hey. Remember when I peed myself? I'm pregnant, I might do it again! :D

Sharkey: Aunt Molly is HOT. I hope she saw how I pummeled "Dad!"

Editha: I'm gonna find a rich man, and move out of this family. x(


But she already was? Narrator mentioned in the previous update how impressed she was that Flora could understand the regions on DVD players. And I checked. It was indeed Flora, not Leicester.


Maybe they'll use the pool at this house.


Will you guys stop it?


Jojo came back to visit. :) The house is a bit less hectic now, so I think I'm going to SimPE her back to adult, and move her back in. Then she can be their immortal and only pet.


Flora: What do you say to that, Jojo? We're going to be a normal family from now on.

Little does she know!


Kids hate old-fashioned stuff. It's nostalgic adults who desperately cling to these relics of the past, according to the management of our main TV station. So no, we can't have modern kids subjected to that Christmas show that was already set deep in the past from when it was made. Oh, sorry. This was about camp songs.


At least he won't have to deal with delicate modern kids' sensibilities there.


Seriously. After they moved to the new house, someone :D :D'ed every single day. It was like playing the Magpies of old.


Is Gregory going to execute the Juniors? :D :D :D :D

No, he's not.


Editha: Sharkey, you've moved out. You've got a chance of peace and happiness. Why do you keep coming back here, to get angry with Dad?

Sharkey: Because I hate that man soooo muuuch, Edie! He made my childhood miserable, by only thinking of his career, and now he's using that same career as a platform to make jokes about how misadapted I am as a result of it!? You would be mad, too!

Editha: You do know he's making fun of my books and art, too? Especially my auto-biography, which he snarks on stage. But really, being rid of Peggy has improved my life so much, that I'm just grateful of that. You should let it go.


Sharkey: Mention that song One. More. Time. and I will trash YOU!


Flora: Yuuhuu! Tiny caves, here I come!


Her extra pounds must have gone straigt to Ferrett instead. POP!


So no more making things up? Okay, then.


Leicester is the new Burton, married to the piano. Who's Maude?


This is like the old days, indeed.


How many steps down did he get demoted? :(


Gus will have to get old, this time. That's life.


Ferrett: AAAAUUUGGHHHHH! I THOUGHT THE "CRAPPING A SOFA" THING WAS A JOKE!!!


Wesley: Gee, I had a nightmare about a wailing banshee. Ferrett, what are you doing?

Ferrett: BENDING DOUBLE IN PAIN, YOU MORON!


It's a girl. :) That's good, because three of the spousal candidates are guys, and I'll probably never get around to download a same-sex pregnancy hack. (I've got a squick thing for mPreg. Don't ask. Simon's alien pregnancy was accelerated.)


Meet Hester Magpie! :D She's got all her genetics from Wesley - hair colour, skintone and eyes.


Dig those seas nice and deep, Flora!


Chester: She's got such a nice name, hurr hurr! Yay, I'm a grandpa! :)


Salmon for dinner. :D That reminds me that I've got a couple of frozen salmon filets in the freezer. Tomorrow's din-dins, y/y?


Hester: I've studied the floorboards for long enough! Now I want to study a clean diaper!


Ferrett: Sorry, baby. Great-whatever-Aunty Molly will get you a bottle now.

Hester: I want a diaper! The smell is making me lose my apetite!


Abbie: Yay, we're a functional family again! Let's return to the Ancient Ways of the Trolls, like we were going to before we bought a mansion. The children will grow up so happy and well adjusted!

Hester: I HATE YOU!


It's not the Magpie house without an entertainment room. :D


Greg and Leicester's room has a private balcony, where it's relatively safe to spy on Samantha Ottomas study the galaxy.


Their parrots are back up, and they're singing karaoke. Now it's home! :)


Leicester will be jealous. x)


Either Flora or Leicester: *clomp* *clomp* *clomp* It's so hot in this diving suit!


Greg: Drop Flora/Les off first. The people I work with ask way too many questions. Especially that Simon-guy. His family is apparently soooo normal and picket-fence.


Isn't Leicester being the diving expert, so he'd be better of with a sonar expert to assist him?


Such an expensive expedition. Much wow.


Oh hooray. Greg gets one, too. Weeeeeelllll... I think Mary Elizabeth lost all her marbles Charisma points on taking the boss out to dinner, so go for the ants.


One is better than all.


This should be a master piece, at least!


No! Stop it! There are enough chance cards here now! *sigh* Have they both died again, in the exact same ways as before? Or have two other Sims, with the same names and identical lives to the previous two, expired in the same ways? Anywhooo, Greg still deserves the obitiuary more.


But he doesn't need 450 poxy Simoleons! D:< Give him his old job back!


At least Leicester got away with his small disaster. And go Flora! Now she has caught up with him.


Flora: I love wearing my helmet when I'm watching Shark Week. It makes me feel as if I'm there.


Flora: Why do people think the sea bottom is littered with medieval European castles? Atlantis was way older, and they had sky-scrapers.


Flora: LOL, I can't smell your poop in here! Only the slightly musty odor of a 19th century diving suit. :-/


Greg: Munny!

Molly: Politics! We did good.


Look who came home with Molly. Aylatani's LTW is to become the Minister of Education, but she's already in Perma Plat so there's no rush. Ey, Narrator? What did she win that red ribbon for on the fair?

Growing the biggest pumpkin.

But... that's her nose. How insensitive of them!

NO! She really grew a big pumpkin! You owe her an appology now! >:(


Flora: I'm safe! You can't barf on me!

Hester: LOL! There's a silly face in the window!


BLOODY FINALLY!


Aylatani:
These words are my own
From my heart flown
IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouuu..!


I really want to write a story about two rival bands, full of stereotypes and common misconceptions. :D


Flora: Your future will be glorious!


First fire of the new era!


Maura: You should stick to slices of bread, until you have at least five cooking points! And by "you" I mean people in general!


There may not be time to warn the band. Go fix it, Wesley!


Cool!


Ferrett: You're a true troll, even if you should look fully human. Never forget your proud heritage!


*incoherent screeming of a million voices*


Louise is a great-grandmother now. x)


There's no deeper meaning behind this picture.


We can grow up Hester. :) Edna's getting old, this time. It's about time to let some of the non-immortals go.


It's baby-launching time.


I wasn't really having great expectations to Hester. At the very best, she would have Ferrett's nose and chin.


Ferrett: ARMAGOSH SHE'S BEAUTIFUL!!!

Well, turn her around, so we can see her?


And what would you know. She DID get Ferrett's nose and chin! This means she's Heir!


I was sort of happy that he's not "liberating" relics from their native homes anymore, but then again... Dread Pirate doesn't exactly sound like boy-scouting, either. Why have I never seen Sim Secrets pointing out how Problematic these careers are? O.o


Leicester: LOL, I'm home.


Leicester: I tried some sort of spicy chocolate cake at work. I can see fairies now. :D


Spikey cartoon hair will be the trend in this generation.


Then Gus came home...


...and got old.


I grew up some of the ugliest template townies. Maybe I could build them an "Old Folks' Home" and let them age out while not really playing.


Wesley: So keeping this in mind, I would say that crystal balls are a very inaccurate way of gaining insight into the future.

Studying for charisma is a pain.


Ferrett: I think I could still manage to potty-train Hester, if I was in the first trimester of pregnancy.


She didn't even have to do it herself. Edna has got PermaPlat, so she cooked up a bottle of Smart Milk.


Her motives were green and lush, so she got to do the actual training as well.


Look at that little Ferrett-clone! I was worried she'd be a little Wesley/Annabelle, with no Magpie features. It felt sort of counter-productive to start breeding a generation of children with a relatively attractive father, after deciding to make it an Uglacy, so it's good that she looks just like her mother. No damage done. :)


The Fortune Teller came back with the genie lamp they lost when the old lot crashed. :D


Edna: My Little Pony didn't look like that when I was a kid!

Maybe the old school ponies looked more like actual horses, but the new cartoons are a lot more fun. Anyway, I'm ending this update here. The next pictures are of Greg going on "vacation" to clear his head, and they fit better in the next one. 5.2 will be very Gregcentric, I can tell. :) There will also be more new neighbours around.

Comments

[alittlestrange.livejournal.com]

Yash! I was hoping to find an update from you today!

LOL glitches abound! Were these possibly signs that the lot was about to go bye-bye?

Un-LOL!

Aww, I'll miss seeing the immortals along with the rest of the family, but I hope you'll drop in on them with bonus updates or something.

The Ducklings are in ur game, takin over ur update. And the new additions all have Belinda's nose. X) That hair suits ol' Kev. I would say he was behind the box, but it didn't succeed, and Kevin always got his victim. You're one lucky dude, Elmer.

Good to see Apollo is still starting random arguments. Aww, but he befriended Ryan. I hope that will happen in my neighborhood, too. He and Ryan and Indus could have fun guy outings.

Apollo: I'm sorry to hear that the asylum closed down.

Exactly the smartassery he's capable of.

Very fitting that Alan should be the one to welcome them! XD He makes an amazing-looking werewolf. He brings sort of fish-like qualities to lycanthropy.

Sims and tiny bathrooms. Even if you put toilets with higher comfort/bladder ratings in all the other bathrooms, they still swarm the tiny one.

Oh, dear. Diaper Man-like life forms taking over the world. :O Maybe they already have. :O :O

Ferrett: Hey. Remember when I peed myself? I'm pregnant, I might do it again! :D

I have no idea why, but I sat and giggled over this probably more than is natural. Only Sims would casually bring up peeing themselves.

LOL Junior Executive! I get it!

Hester! I do like that name, indeed!

This is one of those normal Sim moments that would be weird as heck in real life. X)

Studying for charisma is a pain.

It reallyreallyreallyreally is. Much better when you have the what's-it-called bookshelf from the education career track.

Wow, for once a clone worked out for the best!

That was fun! It's good to see some harmony restoring to the Magpies' lives. Bring on the next update, I say!

[tigerannesims2.livejournal.com]

Were these possibly signs that the lot was about to go bye-bye?

It's not a coding glitch as much as the result of the lag, so yes, it was a clear sign that the lot was too big and heavy.

I hope you'll drop in on them with bonus updates or something.

I've been known to do detours during updates, so that will probably happen now and then. Plus, they'll make random walk-bys and get invited over.

I kind of hate Elmer.

In one of the coming updates, although I think it could be the Nightinwolves, you'll see wolfyfied Belinda. Now, that's a sight...

I tried to capture as many of Flora's antics in the diving suit as possible, because she only had that job for a couple of days before promotion.

In the next update, I cheat Molly's special book-case back into their lives. :D I think you might get to read it tomorrow or on Tuesday. :)

[alittlestrange.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure what people mean by townies they can't kill? I trapped a very annoying teen in a box and he died. I think I made him controllable with the Sim Blender and had him zap himself with that one aspiration object that's supposed to boost all needs. Then I trapped him and he died soon enough. I also just cleaned out a bunch of townies I didn't want anymore. I used one of Inge's teleporters to summon them and move them in, then I used the Death Creator.

I can't wait to see Belinda! I think prettacy and uglacy Sims probably make the most interesting werewolves. Then again, the only werewolves I've ever had are the Ducks.

[tigerannesims2.livejournal.com]

They don't die, even if their hunger is in the deepest red for days. At least Elmer didn't. >:( I'm not sure which ones are unkillable, and who aren't, but from everything I've heard, you can't kill off Peter Sims, for example.

[alittlestrange.livejournal.com]

I wish there was a list somewhere. This is kind of interesting. One of the townies I killed off was Shea Johnston. I've been dreading any more of the Ducklings wanting to be in the medicine career because of him. He's just...weird in my game.

P.S. I want another update. :D

[tigerannesims2.livejournal.com]

I'm working on it. :)

[laridian.livejournal.com]

Those unkillable townies... I tried everything. I guess if you married them into the family and actually played them out, they might die? or not? who knows? I just couldn't face making them playables and dealing with that.

[tigerannesims2.livejournal.com]

One day when I'm not really in the mood for playing, I'm going to move a lot of elder townies into a "nursing home" and let the game run itself. I guess we'll find out.

[lorinsv60.livejournal.com]

I'm jumping into your uglacy now to say I think your observations are hilarious, and looking forward to reading more!

[tigerannesims2.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :D

[simlili.livejournal.com]

Prostitop XD
OMG PROSTITOP.
That rare moment when a word fits a thing so perfectly, it must have existed before language and just sat there waiting for humanity to invent the corresponding object *epiphany*

Haha, I sympathized with the failed townie murder attempt. They are IMPOSSIBLE to kill! You'd think the way they drop like flies when you're not trying to kill them, it would be easy to intentionally do it.

That teaser pic though :D

[tigerannesims2.livejournal.com]

It was one of those (not so rare) moments, when I just couldn't hold my tongue (Or in this case, fingertips), and just had to make a joke that I maybe, possibly shouldn't have, if I had really been committed to being a decent, non-problematic human being. But alas - shitweasel for life!

I've never actually had a townie die accidentally, while they were still townies. Rose Dai, Rowland's first wife, croaked from a heat-stroke, but she was playable at the time. But... so was Elmer. I had actually moved him in with the Ducklings, they just had no idea he was there. x) Well, Kevin might have known...

[simlili.livejournal.com]

I didn't remember that! Though I probably mentioned at the time that Rose Dai died in my Veronaville as a townie, she was scared by a ghost after having had several too many drinks from the bar in someone's house.
I see her often, she's haunting the premade Downtown cemetery :D

[tigerannesims2.livejournal.com]

That sounds like a very Rose way to die.