Hullooo! Welcome to episode ten 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'd be forgiven for thinking that Episode Ten means Generation Ten... we've just started Generation Three! 😁
You can find the previous 'episodes' at the following links:
| Intro & Episode One |
| Episode Two |
| Episode Three |
| Episode Four |
| Episode Five |
| Episode Six |
| Episode Seven |
| Episode Eight |
| Episode Nine |
When we left off in the last episode, Wesley had at last killed his wife! Well, she drowned in the pool but we all know that it's Wesley's fault. Now he's free to woo his deceased-wife's younger, hotter sister, Isla, while raising the Generation Three kiddies, alone.
Multiple children, one parent... surely that wouldn't be so bad, right?
Onward! 😀
All screenshots in this post were taken by me, 
IMGLiterally the day after Melanie's funeral, it was Jennifer's birthday! Three of the four remaining Kael sisters stopped by to wish the new red-headed heir the happiest of birthdays. A splendiferous occasion!
With the blow of the candle, a swirl of stars, and a double blink of each eye, Jennifer spun around and transformed into a teenager. A teenager who is now Friendly, Neurotic, Artistic, and Excitable.
In proper Coming-of-Age style, Jennifer rushed to the mirror and changed her hairstyle and clothes and then raced back downstairs to dance with Auntie Acacia, a woman who has never lost her groove.
Meanwhile, while everyone else is celebrating the birthday girl and her impending inheritance, Wesley and Isla ducked upstairs and had a quick fling in the shower.
"Great party!" Isla grins, strutting out of the bathroom.
Wesley stands there, stunned.
"Great party..." he whispers in awe.
It wasn't long until Wesley decided to invite Isla out on the town for a "trip to the theatre". Unfortunately a backstage dancer saw the shenanigans and in record time the whole of Sunset Valley was gossiping about Wesley and Isla's public romp.
They were wearing paper bags over their heads for days.
That weekend, Jennifer stared at herself in the mirror, considered all of her blemishes, then noticed that the sink was filthy. She quickly cleaned it. Then she spun around. The shower was filthy. So she cleaned it.
She was surrounded by slobs. Everyone in this house was so filthy. She couldn't stand it.
She returned to the mirror and stared at herself some more, then, without knowing she was doing it, she raised her toothbrush and scrubbed at her teeth for the next six hours.
At last, she was cleansed.
Later that night, Wesley whipped out his paintbrush and started refining his skills. He would need to be ready for when Jennifer reached adulthood - there were portraits that needed to be painted!
Unfortunately, before he could even set up his canvas, an icy tendril wrapped around his ankles, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and hushed whispers spun circles around him.
He peered over his shoulder...
...only to see Melanie's ghostly face staring right back at him.
His lifetime wish was complete. He had at last seen the ghost of his wealthy spouse. But instead of enjoying the moment, he fainted.
A few minutes later he stirred, shook his head, then wandered up to bed. Clearly he needed to have a bit of a lie down. Except, just as he fell asleep, something cold and watery touched the back of his head.
He snapped his eyes open.
She was back. In his bed. Pressed up against him as though she were still alive.
He fainted, again.
The next morning, Wesley woke up feeling more refreshed than ever. It was all a terrible dream. Skipping down the stairs, he stepped into the kitchen and skidded to a halt.
She was at the stove, cooking breakfast!
"I've had enough of this!" he shouted, storming towards her. "You're dead! I'm moving on with your sister! Get the hell out of my house!"
A ghostly tear dripped down Melanie's ghostly face, she shuddered, then she disappeared back into the woodwork.
Wesley dusted his hands and resumed cooking his dead wife's breakfast. Waste not, want not.
It was Caelin's adult birthday and no-one bothered to even buy him a cake.
"Screw this family," he muttered beneath his breath, calling for a new house to move into. "The dang red-head can have this house. I'm over it."
Not even aware that his son had just marched out of the family home, Wesley proposed to Isla.
"We were destined for each other!" he cried.
"Oh, Wesley, yes, I will marry you!" she cried.
Immediately, Isla starts plotting on how to get every cent out of her family home before Wesley inevitably gets kicked out of it. It appears the tables have turned!
Wesley doesn't even realise that he's just a means to an end, just as Melanie was once just a means to an end also.
What comes around, goes around.
In revenge for her untimely death and her husband's quick move-on, Melanie summoned a great mist to swamp the house and created a bunch of ghostly little friends.
Her husband would pay for what he had done to her.
Without so much as a blink, however, Wesley called for a ghost buster to come bust some ghosts.
"Yeah, I have absolutely no idea where all these ghosts from, I only killed one of them!" he quickly coughed. "I mean. No idea where any of these creepy ethereal beings came from. Great job, so happy you got rid of these pesky things. This is a great Legacy home, you know?"
The ghostbuster smirked, rolled his eyes, and walked away.
"Whatever, pal. My work here is done."
With the house free of ghosts and Wesley's lifetime wish completed, it was time for another birthday! Jennifer did the starswept birthday dance and suddenly realised that as well as Neurotic, Friendly, Artistic, and Exciteable... she was now also Over-Emotional.
Having such a soap opera for a life would do that to someone, she smirks to herself.
With a hand on her hip and a dramatic flair, Jennifer demands that her father paint her portrait while she goes to school for the very last time and graduates.
"Sweet freedom!" she cries, throwing her diploma into the air.
She waltzes home to find the completed painting.... is worthless.
"Dad! What the hell is this?" she demands.
"It's a masterpiece, sweetie!" Wesley proudly exclaims. "It's my best painting yet; it's worth $4000."
"It's terrible!" she cries. "It doesn't even look like me. Do another one."
"Spoilt brat," Wesley mutters beneath his breath, dipping his paintbrush into the paint for the last time. "If only she had a mother's touch..." he paused, closed his eyes, and shuddered, remembering that he was the reason the girl hadn't had a mother's touch.
"Oops."
At last, the portrait is deemed acceptable and gets placed on the Family Wall. Alexandria the First, Melanie the Firstborn, and Jennifer the Lucky Redhead.
"It should be Caelin there, not me," she bites her lip, then shakes her head. "Whatever! I had the Lucky Red Hair! It's party time!"
"Daddy dearest, you're out!" she yells, dancing and stomping around the top floor.
"Oh my God!" Jennifer flails her arms into the air and screams, "It's all mine!"
Thanks for reading!
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