The Sims 3 Legacy Challenge

Hello! Welcome to episode six of the Sims 3 Legacy Challenge, a challenge where we make fun of bad romance over ten generations of Sim-people and hope that other stuff happens too.

You can find the previous 'episodes' at the following links:

Intro & Episode One

_{All screenshots in this post were taken by me, Hive account@kaelci, and are from the game, The Sims 3.}

When we ended the last episode, Melanie had just reached Young Adulthood, kicked out her family, partook in a glorious bunny-shaped ice-cream, then discovered that the door was locked when she tried to get back inside.

After freaking out for a few minutes, she kicked down the door then basked in the silence of her new home.

She was originally going to take a gap-year but since her family took nearly 60,000 moneys with them upon their departure she decided not to bother travelling. Instead, she waved her graduation certificate around and applied to become a police officer.

Despite the fact she hasn't even begun her first day of work yet, she decides to start a blog and hopes to ensnare the hearts and 'likes' of every Sim in town.

With a brand new job waiting in the morning and a brand new blog ready to be written in, Melanie takes a journey to the park and discovers her family decided to have a day out too!

She challenges everyone to some soccer matches and wins against them all with her superior athletics...

...before experiencing a bout of narcolepsy.

Just in case anyone on the internet saw her unfortunate act of sleeping at the park, Melanie sets the record straight. She wasn't sleeping; she ate a bad hotdog.

Her mother, Alexandria, would understand.

Melanie completes her sleep in the more acceptable location of 'bedroom', ready for her first day of work in the morning, when... eerie music starts...

...the alarm stirs her from her slumber... and she falls in love-at-first-sight with the very man who is trying to burglarise her home.

"Will I ever see you again?" she cries as an officer hauls him away.

The officer sends her a raised eyebrow and shakes his head incredulously.

Finishing her first day of work, Melanie side-steps one of the constant reminders of what she could have been if her father had failed in his quest to cure her of Lycanthropy.

Thank the Gods he succeeded, she mutters beneath her breath, with no regard for the werewolf's super-hearing.

Visiting her family's new house for a pool party, she comes across another of the cursed fiends and wishes she never came.

She hastily makes small-talk with various family-members and scampers back home...

...only to barely scamper through the door when the phone rings! Some guy wants to go on a date. The name doesn't look familiar, but whatever, she could use a night on the town.

She accepts.

Only to found out... that...

...HE'S THE BURGLAR!!

With that knowledge shining as a beacon in her mind, she quickly invites him out to the local restaurant, the very same that was once put on the map by her five-star Michelin Chef mother.

"I really like your pompadour," she grins like a love-struck teenager.

"Ayyyyeeeeee," he responds, believing himself to be on par with the Fonz.

With bellies satiated by food and hearts brimming with butterflies, Melanie allows The Pompadour Burglar her first ever kiss.

They both cry afterwards. From joy or horror, who can say?

When she goes back home, she can't help but notice the blaring music and loud laughter coming from her parents' new house. Curious, she visits, only to find that they were throwing a party without her!

Offended, Melanie decides to crash this party the only way she knows how...

...by screaming at her father, Christopher, through a megaphone set to 100%.

"How dare you not invite me!?"

"It's your sister's party!"

"I'll yell at her too!"

Only, when she went to yell at her red-haired sister, she got thwacked in the face with a pillow.

"I didn't invite you to my party!" Byjeezus yowls into the night.

"Okay, okay," Melanie rubs at her face. "Screw you guys, I'm goin' home."

After work the next day, Melanie asks The Pompadour Burglar out on another date! One thing leads to another while they're touring the theatre.

Melanie now realises that, "touring the theatre," is a euphemism and plans to use it whenever she can.

Nothing to see here! Just a couple of young, loved up kids struttin' down the street after touring the theatre. 😉

After touring the theatre, they stop by the local restaurant for a grand feast! When something awful happens...

"My mum made that exact face once..." Melanie's voice trails off and she pokes at her food. Her mother never cared for her once she found out about the werewolf curse. Could she really date someone who reminded her of that woman?

"I-I have to go," she stutters.

To clear her mind, Melanie goes to the park and skates around the skating rink a few times. Not even the unfortunate situation of the people in front of her can take her mind off this sudden turmoil.

'He burglarised my house,' she reminds herself. 'He makes the same facial expressions as my mother,' she sighs. 'But I think I love him.'

She stumbles back home, ready to end her day, when she spies another burglar approaching her door!

It's her sister. Isla. The Kael Menace has returned!

Melanie hurries inside and locks the door before Isla can enter. There will be no more cherry bombs or whoopee cushions while I'M in charge of this house, she huffs.

'The only burglar allowed in this house is my beloved Wesley!" she shrieks through the heavy wood.

A few hours later, she barges over to her parents house and confronts The Kael Menace.

"I'm a police officer now, kid," she threatens. "Watch yourself."

Melanie decides to spend the next week focussing on herself and her career. She excels so much that the local police office actually lets her wear one of their uniforms!

She is stoked. She is finally getting somewhere. Maybe one day she'll become the forensic expert she always dreamed she'd be! Teenage-Melanie would be so proud, she sniffs.

She's finished work for the day and is just about to go to bed when there is a knock at the door.

'Who could be knocking at this hour?' she mutters to herself.

Stomping down the stairs, she whips open the door to find her beloved Wesley... standing in the rain like a lovelorn cliche.

Melanie decides that she can stay awake for a bit longer to entertain her dearest Wesley. Together they huddle on the verandah and stare up into the night sky, each in their own thoughts yet in each-other's at the same time.

Despite the fact it is raining and she can't see a single star, she is oddly content. Too content.

Wesley is about to leave and let her go to sleep when her contentedness gets taken over by a sudden rush of adrenaline.

Whipping out a ring she didn't even know she had buried in her jeans pocket, she kneels before The Pompadour Burglar as though he were a King and she a mere peasant.

"Wesley, darling. Will you give up a life of crime and marry me?"

"Yes!" he happily exclaims and dances beneath the showering night.

With a kiss on the cheek and a happiness unbeknownst radiating from the both of these young loved up people, Melanie trundles up to bed, closes her eyes, cuddles her pillow, and dreams dreams of a happy future when...