Chapter 1

This is a guy named Orlando Parker that I downloaded somewhere here only altered his hair and skin coloring and changed out his EA facial hair.

There are not many rules to this alphabetacy.  The kids will all be named after a letter of the alphabet, with A being the letter for generation 1, B the letter for Gen. 2 and so on.  The family can marry or not marry anyone they want.  If there is an abduction, only an alien child of the founding line can be heir/ess.  No spousal abductions will count.

Baby      – 2 days
Toddler – 2 days
Child     – 2 days
Teen      – 5 days
YA          – 7 days
Adult     – 6 days
Elder      – 4 days

Here is the start of his modern home in Hidden Springs.

He got this far and had to stop due to only having $43 left.

The choices he found for spouse were – ICK!

and Married!

Then he found the no chin, no bottom lipped Blake Grayson who’s eyebrows do not match her hair.

But she is flirty and so he pressed on all day and all afternoon.  The bitch has severe commitment issues.

She did agree to move in after a million interactions.  Poor Orlando was half dead.  But LOOK!  She not only brought $7,500, she also brought an $85,000 car.

No food or sleep until she’s knocked up….then I remembered that I do not have woohoo sounds or chimes.  I guess we wait and see.  Oh and they are the same age, so no pressing hurry.

I quickly run around the house and put on kids tv and music.

Orlando got a job in the military.

Blake wants to be a renaissance sim (haha), but has a job in crime for now.

The Homeowner’s association sent a letter that the house was not “green” enough.  So a rooftop garden was put in.

Makeover time.  Instead of changing her eyebrows, I just made her hair base brown.

Orlando: “I’m going to be single forever aren’t I?”
Not really…she is your fiancé now at least.

Blake and the chin up bar are no longer friends.

Blake: “No, I can’t go out now.  My feet are swollen and the bastard responsible is passed out right in front of me.”

Blake: “Can I turn this shit off yet?”
No.

Orlando: “There’s no way in hell you are going to work wearing that!”
Blake: *grumble grumble*

Orlando: “Much better.”

Later that night, Orlando was abducted.

Arkvoodle got a quickie makeover since EA aliens are gross.

Will you hurry up and pop that kid out!

Score!  We might actually have a choice for heir/ess!

It’s about damn time, girl!

Blake: “You made this happen!”
You’re damn skippy!
Orlando: “She has just got to marry me now!”

Absinthe and Amaretto are the twin girls.  I also do not even pay attention to traits until YA.

Blake: “We still have two days to our birthday.”

Orlando: “Hon?  How do you feel about aliens?”
Blake: “There’s no such thing, dear.”

The girls do have a nursery, but it is in the same room as the gym.  Blake the Bitch tends to blast the stereo at them.

They added a semi-laundry room between the nursery (right) and kitchen (Left).

Orlando’s dip kiss put them up to irresistible, but Blake still refused his “Have a private wedding.”

I hate her.

Arkvoodle keeps a sharp eye on his first hybrid offspring.