Last time on Confessions of a Queenaholic, we saw how Da Kween at last made it to her Lifetime Want and how both she and Da Preenshe both popped the question to their lovers, Nicholas and Hailey respectively. Will the wedding party go well? Or will drama and all put a strain on things?
Good morning Kweenie, on this very very VERY special day...
"Mawrneeng.. Rayt, moi wehddeeng eesh tewdie rhait?"
Yup. So no time to waste, it's time to get your ass out of bed and get yourself ready!
"Blewk, grawsh. Detsh whut heppunsh whun piepul dawnt klien awp deir pleetsh..."
Your son did that... Yesterday morning.
"Bleuwrghh..."
Speaking of him, lookie here.
"Goowd mawrning."
Your mother's angry at you. You forgot to clean your plate yesterday morning.
"Aw mai.. Shie'sh med?.. Musht.. cawlm... dawn..."
You better get yourself together soon, you'll go and get married this afternoon..
"... Musht... cawlm... dawn.. mawre... naw..."
Oh dear, this doesn't look good...
"Ai weesh Da Preenshe whewld bie mawr niet naw det hiesh grawn ahp."
Why don't you hire a maid?
"Maytsh awr fewr leeshie penshiesh."
"Ai'm nawt a lashie penshy, Ai'm cewking fewr da weddeeng. Eet'sh theerapewtic."
Yeah, at least someone thinks of the food.
"Aimma gawna wraait diesh awld awrteecel frawm moi awld jawb."
Well... I cannot deny that's productive... You get my pass.
POOF! Cashing in on an article.
"Eetsh nawt mutsh, buwt awl leetel beetsh huwlp, shayd da moshkeetaw, end hie peeshed een da shea."
... That's a unique expression Kweenie...
"Eendeed, Ai shewld gew an wrait moi laif shtawree."
Ooh, what you gonna call it?
Ah, I see.. ripping of this blog, aren't you?
"Yush eendied."
Don't you feel bad for ripping off this blog?
"Nawpe."
...
Good boy, at least you clean up after yourself with all the cooking there.
"Yuppersh, Ai dawn't wahnt Mummy Kween to bie med at moi awn awr wadding dai."
"Shpieking awf weddeeng dey..."
"Ai shewld pewt an moi fawrmal closhesh."
"Lewkeeng gewd dure Preenshe!"
"Bai da wee, wie shewld trai und eenvayte da gwushtsh naw sho dey weel shaw uwp."
Good idea. You're the party animal, so everyone should show up...
... Although, why the heck are the ghosts of Ryan Moore-Anderson, Peter Winterly and Gabriella Ornales showing up? And why are they leaving again???
"WOOHOOSHIEHS, LESH WAHRM UPW DA DEENSHE FLAWRRR!!!"
"Woohp woohp, diesh eesh fuwn!"
"Woohp woohp!"
"SHEWP SHEWP!"
Oh.. It appears that Missy Abominay, the founder of the Abominays, has died.
"WOOHOO!!"
"YEEEH!!"
You seem to enjoy that news, aren't you?
Meanwhile, the first guests seem to arrive. Behold: Kalle Abbot, Charles Winterly and Sebastian Vanderburg.
"Bwahahah!"
"What? What is it this time?"
"Aww, Aimma hungrey!"
"BOOOO JULES!!!"
Seriously, what does they all have against Jules all of a sudden?
"Hiya darling, thanks for inviting me."
"Yewr wulcawme."
And look, there he is: Nicholas Riverhawk, the groom of the Uglington wedding...
...
Where's Hailey though?
Not with Da Preenshe here.
"Yummey, Ai rielly laik diesh rattatewie."
Aren't you missing someone though?
"Hmm, Heelay weel cawm hier shoon, Ai knaw.. shkrunsh.."
Guess we'll have to believe in her then. Meanwhile, our other wedding couple has found eachother's embrace now...
"LESH MEEK AWT!!"
Why doesn't it surprise me to see this on her bucket list?
"Hiyah, Neecawlesh, wie shewld naw ged merriyed."
"Sure."
Fate seems to have other plans in mind though...
"Oi shit, I'm dying?"
"Shadduwp, Aim traayeeng tew geev heem a reeng fewr awr prawmeeshe awf eevurleshteeng lawf."
"Yup, looks like I'm dead."
"Rewd, eenterrupteeng awr wedeeng sherumawnie laik det."
"C'mon baby, let's kiss."
"Mwwwah!"
"Aah, t looks that thy ceremony is being crashed in typical legacy fashion."
"Can we just get over with this?"
"Coequal royalty doesn't receiveth privileges in death."
"BEEEW, RAWYELTEE EESH AWESHUM!!"
"Who hath been disrespecting Grimmy?!?!?!"
"I hereby now sendeth thee to thy grave, Sebastian Vanderburg. Time to followeth thy sister."
--- Sister?! ... I really hope he's talking about Francesca?... Or did I miss out on some notifications...
"Wait, Hailey is DEAD?!?!"
"Kalle, can't you just see it? I don't want to live in a square house, I like homes with more shape to it!"
"Sheesus, why do you always have to whine about shallow stuff like that?!"
... Not good for Jules, if she doesn't look out she'll soon regret picking Kalle instead of Preenshe.
"HEY, Grimmey Sheekshpiereeyan shawk puwppet! Deed yew tatsh Haylie?!"
"Good morrow to you, sir thither mortal being."
"Aww man, there goes my next lover."
--- Genevieve... and Sebastian?? Oi.
"Eesh Hellie shteel alaif?"
"Thee shalt meeteth eachother again soon. She'th at the snack bar."
"Oi. Ai'll gow raight dere!"
"Oh god, another one dead? Nice party going on here..."
... Nah, he just fainted. Poor guy.
" I must now reap elthewhere. I'll catcheth up to ye all anon."
..... Yay for crappy Shakespeare translator sites.
"Shooo, whare wure wie?"
"... -Oh right! With this ring, I, Nicholas Riverhawk, promise you, Lady Uglington, my eternal love."
"Weed diesh reeng, moi, Da Kween Uglington, prawmeeshe yoe, Neekolawsh Reevawrhewk, meh eeturnawl lawve."
"Erp.. Dosh eet feet whell?.."
"Hrrmpg, too tight."
"Alash."
"Anniewaysh, lesh keesh!"
And hereby I declare thee wife and husband, Lady 'Da Kween' and Nicholas Uglington.
And to celebrate that fact, I hereby add this portrait to the family gallery. Luckily I still had some pictures of a young adult Nicholas, as he looked when he assisted in the production of a little Preenshe.
"My name is Sem, I'm moving along with my dad as well."
Oh right, one of his kids with Blake was living with him. Appears that we have 4 Sims living in Uglington Palace now...
"Taxi!"
Guess Da Preenshe will learn soon enough that he's not an only child anymore...
"Okey, naw wie gawt det funeeshed, Aill gew an yeshe da toylut naw."
You gotta do it yourself though.
"SHAKA BRA!"
"WOO-YEAH!"
.. Oh dear, hearts flying? Let's hope this marriage will last long enough...
"I hate your taste in flags. Ugh.."
Looks like Kalle might just be on the jerkass tour in general...
Sem nearly arrives at the house of his stepmummy...
"Ooh hi Sem, your stepmummy is good at giving eventful parties, right?"
"Dad, this place looks like a madhouse."
DON'T DISRESPECT DA KWEEN'S STYLE YOU!!!
"Well.. we gotta deal with it for now.. But if Achmed eventually gets old enough, you could move out and find a very place of your own."
"But dad.."
"You're such a good couple together."
Meanwhile, at the snack bar...
"Hiya Heelie!"
"ACK! You startled me!..."
"Aww.. shawree.."
"Hewre.. meek-up kish."
"Mwah."
"Whai wuren't yoe at da partie thow?"
"Don't you see? Where'd you rather get married? At a crazy party full with weird people, or just the two of us with a lovely sight on the lake?"
"... Gewd poynt."
"Let's get started then!"
"With this ring, I, Hailey Renaulda Vanderburg, promise you, Prince Uglington, my eternal love."
"Weeth thish reeng, Ai, Preenshe Uglington, prawmishe yew, Heelay Rienawlda Venderbuwrg, moi eeturnal lawve."
"Hmmmmhhhh..."
I already know which wedding I'd rather have myself...
And with that settled we can also add this portrait to the family gallery. Now the whole family tree is complete! Yay!
"Yesh... and naw whut?..."
"Oh la la..."
"Hmm?"
Hearts flying for Nicholas? This can go horribly bad or very good...
"Hee, whure yoe gawing?"
"Our new home of course!! Hoopla!"
Meanwhile at said home, Da Kween has found the chili corn carne aong the party guests.
"Hmmshiesh, hawt an shpaishie.. Jusht laik moi."
"Eck! Coffee steam! On the side of my face! Why is it always me getting the shit end of the stick?!"
"Waaah, my mummy died yesterday and I'm soo sad..."
"Errr, poor you I guess?"
"Dude, get off, I'm not gay!"
"But I just need a hug?"
"Meh!"
"Pffft, sports are so boring, don't you agree?"
"Hmmmmph."
Your average logical Sims conversation there.
"Aww, you look soo handsome in the faint light from the lamps behind those windows. How's the party going?"
"Aw thenk you... Whell.... Mummy Kween gawt merried tew Neekolawsh, end yewr brather kaynda... daid.. awf neturawl caushush."
"WHAT?! HE DIED RIGHT HERE IN THIS HOUSE AT THIS PARTY?!?! WHAT WERE HIS FINAL WORDS, WHAT WERE HIS FINAL!!! FUCKING!!!! WORDS?!?!?!?!?!"
"Aww, cawlm dawn pliesh yew......"
".... Sorry... It's just hard losing your brother.. technically half-brother, Renauld wasn't his father..."
"Ai believe heesh finawl wurdsh were: "Cen wie jusht gewt awver weeth diesh?"."
"... "Can we just get over with this?"... Sigh... I wish I was there now..."
"........ Ai shteel lawfe yoe an Ai alweysh weel... and Ai weesh Ai actuwellie hed a hawlf-brawther..."
"... If it weren't for his big day I'd tell dad to get a room..."
"Oh. Gesh Ai actewally hawve a hawlf-brothur..."
".. Guess you learn something new each day..."
"Coffee. Need more coffee."
"Hugglesh taym!"
"Squeak squeak."
"Hmmshiesh Shamtheeng eesh crewleeng awt af yewr pawketsh."
"Alas. There goes the shrew."
"Got it!"
"Oh thanks."
"I told you several times to get a cage for it."
"Like this one here. How to name you though..."
All royals need their subjects, huh?
Now that I'm in a buying spree as well, I might buy you a bed of your own too.
"There you go little buddy. Want some food?"
"Squeak squeak."
-- Hey, how did you get all the way there kids??
"Woohp woohp! Let's go wiiiiild and celebrate in the inn!"
"Wowowowshiesh."
... Great, now I've missed out on the action. Alas.
"Hmmshiesh... Gewd naight.. ZzzzzzZzzZZzzz....."
"Screw this, I have stuff to do yet. Imma grab some food."
My dad snores as well. It's pretty bad.
"MWWWWWAH!"
"HHHhmmmmhmmshiesh. "
"Hmmmmm"
"Hmm-hmm-hmm..."
I believe sounds speak louder than words? Words are sounds though..."
Yup, these little scarabs are getting ready for some loving time.
"Boo! I wanted to take that side of the bed!"
"Oi, Ai'm shawree.."
"Hmm, that was a delicious meal. Hmmmm-"
"-mmmOHMIGAWDITSSOSUPERSPICYYY!!!"
Please don't set the table on fire. Please don't please don't..."
Ah, you didn't. Good. Great.
"Time to clean up after myself though. Kweenie loves that."
"Coffee. Need more coffee."
How am I ever sending you to bed if you only sip up all the coffee?
"Hey super nose, wanna have some fuuuun?"
"Shewldn't yoe pewt awn deefrunt closhesh?"
"Nah, why should I?"
Gotta love them insane Simmies.
"WOOHOO!!"
... Interesting point of view to enjoy the show.
"Woooo, dat wash shooo gewd... wooooo..."
"Wanna go at it again?"
"Oooh... Ai'm kaynda taiyerd though.."
"Pfffft, tired's buried 6 feet deep."
"WOOHOO!!!"
"Hmmmmm..."
"Gewd naight Heelie.."
"Gewd night Big Prince..."
Meanwhile, at the Uglington Palace, where most of the guests appear to have left the building...
"Hey dad, wanna go outside and catch some fresh air?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Congrats on getting married."
"Ooh thank you Sem. I hope you'll tie the knot earlier than I did, you'll still have some more quality time left, hahaha."
Seriously? He just wanted to go outside to say that?
"Bwaaaargh, I believe there was some meat in the chili... ugh..."
Sounds like the fresh air didn't do you too well...
"Bweeeuurrgghh... Old man coming through!!"
"Bweeerk!! Bleeeeeuuurrkk!"
Why the heck are you thinking of shoes?
"Smelly-- shoes..-- BWAAAAAaaaarrgghhhh...."
"Nomnomnomnomnom. Good toast. Yum."
Shouldn't you go to bed already? It's morning already and you haven't caught a single Z.
"Sorry, I'm feeling all hyped up right now."
Please cut down on the coffee please. Now off to bed!
"... Why am I actually blindly doing whatever you say?"
Cuz I'm awesome. That's why.
"..."
Looks like he's not the only night owl in Hidden Springs...
Two weddings and a funeral! Talk about the eventful event. And nothing played out as planned out, typical for The Sims. Will Da Kween finish her plagiarism before dying of old age? Will she and Nicholas meet eventual grandchildren from Preenshe and Hailey before they kick the bucket? We'll find out on the upcoming episodes of the one and only true original Confessions of a Queenaholic. BYE!
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