Working as Intended

Out of all the Sims 3-related questions I've gotten, the following two are the only ones. Exactly how many days/weeks have passed in the game, and how much of the LP's antics are me controlling the Sims vs letting the in-game Free Will mechanic do its thang?

I'd say about... 5-6 days have passed so far. Most of it has been shown, but I've just skipped the parts where the family was at work/school or were grinding up learning new skills and/or money-making/inventing progression. That stuff aint very exciting, even when you're playing the game yourself. As for the ratio of Free Will vs Controlled, like I said in the first entry, outside of me telling the Sims to go to a specific place (which is always mentioned in the stupid captions) or accepting Opportunities/Invites, the vast majority of it is Free Will doing its thing.

It's very scary, very crazy thing.

Speaking of, there's plenty more of that this entry, so let's hop to it, daddy-o.









We rejoin the family just a few hours after Rockabuck and Whatsherface (I will remember to write down her name one of these days) made out in the bedroom while Sophie the robot looked on like the goddamn creeper voyeur she apparently now is. No doubt recording the whole thing to upload onto the Internet in the near future.

Not long after Whatsherface left, however, this mysterious Sim descended upon the lot!





According to the game, he's meant to be a member of the paparazzi, but if that's true then he's the most downright pathetic example of one. When nobody answers the door for him (due to being pre-occupied with homework/sleeping) he immediately goes to the corner of the front yard and cries uncontrollably.





He then screams obscenities at the door for about an hour before storming off back to the corner for another sulk.





After that complete non-sequitur, Rockabuck gets a call from Whatsherface, asking if he'd like to come to a party.

Judging from his expression, Rockabuck couldn't be more elated to hang out!





If a mysterious fat man was hovering around my door swearing and crying, I think I'd be carrying the same expression...

I have no idea how long the fat man stayed during the night, but he was long gone come the next morning.





But that's not Rockabuck's concern right now. He's got a swingin' party to attend with his maybe-girlfriend!

Unfortunately, what he doesn't know is...





... the robot soon follows.





Shortly, at the party, Rockabuck greets Whatsherface in his typical civil manner.





When he goes to follow Whatsherface out onto the lawn almost directly after, it turns out she's now holding a baby.

O...Okay?





 . . . .

Right, probably a crazy question. Shouldn't need to ask, but I'm just going to fire this one off, alright?





WHY IN THE BLOODIEST HELL IS THERE A BABY ON THE LAWN AT NINE IN THE EVENING!??





Whatsherface, surely gunning for position of Caretaker of the Year, just drops the baby when Rockabuck offers flowers.





Only just then does it dawn on Whatsherface that, hey, there are children on the lawn.

Well, of course!





Despite his complete incapability of being mature or sane, Rockabuck actually tends to the child surprisingly well.

'Surprisingly well' in his case most likely meaning 'doesn't immediately try to use it as a makeshift football or kindle'.





It doesn't take long for Sophie to join the party and for that baby to go right back on the ground again!

..... Where did they even come from anyway?!





Fed up with the constant babies peppering the lawn like screaming gnomes, Sophie storms inside the house...





... smashes yet another goddamn toilet....





... and then finds a nice corner of the house to vomit in.

H-

HOW??





Elsewhere, the party doesn't seem to be going over well with the guests, due to the sudden plague of babies.





After finding the owner of the baby (ie: the first person he could ditch it with) Rockabuck stumbles across Whatsherface's other boyfriend. He doesn't seem to let that fact slip, but he still greets the poor man rudely, wakes up his daughter, and then insults him both.

Fortunately, Whatherface's other boyfriend is a complete wimp and pushover. Unfortunately...





... he's the owner of the house, and as such immediately boots Rockabuck and Sophie out of it.





Not that the two seem to mind, as they go on to spend the entire day playing a game of Tag.





Back at the Zard household, Moon wakes up to have a wonderful and heated argument with herself, and the--





WHAT THE CRIPES ARE YOU WEARING?!





Heated argument seemingly resolved, and happy she won it, Moon spends most of the morning fixing the TV.

To my complete shock, she doesn't electrocute herself or burn the entire house down instantly.





Scared for her safety (and for that of everyone in the house) I quickly send Moon over the street to go mingle with the citizens of this little Sim City. Thankfully there are no garbage bins at the park, either, so that awkwardness is averted.





Once at the park, Moon politely greets and mingles with some neighbours from just down the road.





Then whips out her bitchin' guitar that she apparently bought herself, since I've never seen the damn thing before in my life and they honestly couldn't afford one anyway, and rocks out to try and impress her brand new friends.

Rock it, Moon. Rock it with your radical Level 1 Musician mad skills!





Despite her poor skills at the gee-tah, Moon attracts quite the crowd of adults at this children's playground.

... Creepy, but okay.





After suitably rockin' the casbah, one of Moon's wishes suddenly involves wanted to start a band with her new friend. Since it's her day off, and the afternoon is still young, I said why the hell not and grouped her up with her friend and some strange blonde lady that was walking by at the time and apparently really wanted to join a group of people she doesn't know too.

But to start a band, you need a name! Lacking any sort of creativity when it comes to devising non-retarded names, I dubbed their group Moon Commando and the Paradigm Shifters.





To the agape mouths of many, myself included, their first gig was a smashing success!

Not bad for three random peeps who only just met and have absolutely no musical training or knowledge what-so-ever.





Upon the green pastures at midday, Rockabuck and Sophie continue their frolicking fun!





Later in the afternoon, Giddy returned home from school absolutely jubilant for some reason.

It turns out it's her birthday!





Sadly, she didn't get the happy birthday party she was most likely expecting.





Still, a birthday was a birthday, and I spent the last of the family's money (again) buying the poor dear a cake.





Some wanted that confectionery a little more than others...





And, lo, did little Giddy instantly grow into a wiseacre, rebellious teenager!

Since her childhood wasn't very crash-hot, and I can't possibly understand why, I didn't get to choose what new trait she received upon reaching teenhood. The game opted to give her the Inappropriate trait. Between that and the standing with her parents going down a significant notch during the transition, I suspect this will be a bumpy period for her.





But Rockabuck was too busy running on into the sunset to have a care in the world right now.