A New Legacy

     It's been a while. Four years, give or take. I recently decided the Sims itch was unbearable and decided to load up the Sims3 to give a legacy game another whirl. Hopefully without a corrupted save this time.

     Unfortunately, my computer has been rebuilt/wiped about three times in the intervening years, so the old save is completely gone, and I decided to start a new legacy instead of trying to recreate the chaos that was my last game at gen 13 or 15 or wherever it was.

     So, I present to you all, the vast desert of the internet - Cora Lassiter.

     To give her a headstart, I sent her right off the bat to the library to stock up on a level or two of some relevant skills. Her life's ambition is to have a fantastic wine collection (or nectar, to keep the game within ratings), so first thing would be to learn gardening. While there, scoping out an eligible bachelor so we could get a jumpstart on gen2 wouldn't be too much to ask, would it?

     As it turns out, there were lots of guys in the library, handsome ones, well-off ones, even not so likable ones. Only problem is..... none of them were single. I had her prowl the library like a creature in heat and not a thing came of in fact, most of em didn't take too kindly to her overly-forward introductions. Time to go home, I guess.

      With a level or two of gardening under her belt, she quickly got to work setting up a full garden in the side yard. She registered as a gardener with city hall, so it would be up to selling produce to supply income. I forgot that plants take a while to grow .... so things were a little slim for a while.

The dreaded repo-(wo)man

    So slim, in fact, that she couldn't afford to pay her bills. What's that? Sell the GIANT nectar-press in the background to make money? NEVER. She scrimped and saved just to afford that trip to France. If stuff is getting repossessed, she better have a darn good reason. And as it turns out, the trip turned out to be far more fruitful (pun intended) than messing about with wine tours and varieties of grapes.

Adventure? Wine-tours? Husband-hunting?

     But yes, France. Champs le Sims, a quaint village in the countryside. She had enough set aside after her ticket to pick up a cheap second-hand Vespa, and in between learning all about nectar, she kept up the search for a husband.

     Again, just as in her hometown, lots of guys. Handsome guys, wealthy guys, talented guys.... but none of them were single. And if they were, none of them were nice. (Seriously. They all had evil, mean-spirited, or insane as traits. She was insulted, heckled, shoved, and slapped. Not the best way to start a relationship.)

Poverty, sims3 style: reading the manual for the nectar-press in the dark.

The garden was taking shape.

      The vacation was over all too quickly and she was sent home, loaded with knowledge of nectar ... but not much else. Also, broke. Completely broke. The repo-(wo)man came three more times before she was consistently getting enough income to stay ahead of the bills. But to stay ahead of the bills, the garden needed constant care and attention, and was maintained at a size that was just above unmanageable for a single person.

   I tried a few more times to find a suitable suitor, but she was always so exhausted from caring for the plants she had just enough time to introduce herself before she passed out in the street. Not the best way to make a good impression.

     I was starting to panic. She had gone longer in game than I had ever managed without finding at least one person to accept a flirt, much less return it. It was like the Sims world was completely devoid of romance or love or even just mutual attraction. (and as far as going after non-single sims .... I'd been down that road before, and I didn't want to start off my legacy game with that kind of bad juju.)


 
     So, she saved up, and went back to France. No nectar this time. No adventuring in forgotten ruins. Husband. That was the goal. Her hometown was devoid of any eligible bachelors, so it had to be somewhere else.

    And then, she met Yves.

     He was perfect.  He was intelligent, he was handsome, he was as penniless as she, but he was single. It was enough.

Things were looking up.

    Once back in her hometown, she invited him to visit her, and love (or at the very least, infatuation) swirled thick around them both. They decided to have a private wedding on the beach, impulsively, at 11 pm, to seal the deal (also he had only about an hour before he was going to be deported back to France, so you know, technicalities and such).

Finally, she's not alone.