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The final part of my Apoc challenge. Yay! It's over.

The final part of my Apoc challenge. Yay! It's over.

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  • *Cue Doors Music*
    This is it! The ending of our story. The end.
    Last time, babies were born. Killian died and no lifts were lifted. That will change in this part. So let’s get going.
  • “I’m sorry about your husband, baby.”
    “Is this what it was like for you to lose Daddy?”
    “It’s close. But your father and I didn’t have what you and Killian had. And everyone mourns differently, I miss your father. But over time, the feeling has faded and so has the pain of losing him.”
    “So you’re saying that the pain will go away?”
    “No. But I am saying that time helps.”
    “I don’t think I am ever going to stop missing him.”
    “And I wouldn’t want you to.”
  • Killian was very missed. Even his youngest grandchild who aged to a child during his death shed a tear or five for his grandpa.
  • And poor Peter’s attempt to lighten the mood of the grief stricken family was met with derision. Although the little boy probably shouldn’t have tried a headstand minutes after growing up.
  • “Ouch, my spleen.”
    Still life moved on.
  • Arthur continued to give horrible makeovers in his swim trunks.
  • And Ollie continued to be harassed by random garden club members.
  • Everything was going swimmingly.
  • Which of course means that death needs to rear his ugly head and cock everything up.
    “Are you talking about me?”
    Would I do that?
    “Yes.”
    Then, I am. I am not happy about losing Kori.
    “Um, excuse me but I’m the one dying, I think that I should be the most unhappy here.”
  • “Right. So Koriand’r Doran, it is your time! Come with me if you want to die!”
    “And if I don’t? Want to die, that is?”
    “Too bad.”
  • Goodbye, Kori. You were a good sim and a good heir. You put up with a lot of crap from a lot of different people and lifted the all important slacker restrictions meaning that all of the pregnant sims didn’t have to worry about going into work or that chance cards would mean the difference between success and failure.
    You will be missed, a lot.
  • And she was.
  • “Look, I know you just lost your grandma and father, but can you pick up the pace a bit? I have a fish in my pocket and it isn’t getting any better with your caterwauling.”
    Garden club members, evil, the whole lot of them.
  • Although I think ghostly Killian has something in mind for them…
    Actually Killian was a pretty tame ghost, only scared the customers. Which was good.
  • With the loss of Kori, Clark has taken over tucking in duty. It is fitting since he is a family sim, but he’s also very god at it.
  • Also with the loss of Kori, I noticed that her death sent Bruce into the low green. Time for the anti-elixir.
  • A few drinks and Bruce was close enough to age up that it only took a cake to tip the scales.
  • “Go Brucie! You can do it! Get those lifts out of the way so that I can bring back my Killer.”
    “Way to have your priorities in order, Mom.”
    “My bed is lonely.”
    “Well, I guess I can see that.”
    “Romance sim.”
  • Despite the unhelpful banter, Bruce grew up well. And hot.
    Did I mention hot? Because he is. Hot, I mean.
  • Oh yeah, he so lives up to his namesake. Hot, intelligent, Millionaire (seriously they have over $1,000,000 in funds). Bruce Doran is Bruce Wayne all over again.
  • Complete with the questionable sexuality. All he needs now is a ward named Dick… He’s already got a thing for masked fiends.
  • A quick date with Oberon and Bruce was off and running to try to lift Gamer.
    “Piece of cake, creator. Just let me at them and I will BAM and POW them into submission.”
    I think that Adam West may have rubbed off too much on this one.
  • You remember that townie that offered Regina a job in Natural Science? You don’t? Okay it’s one of the perks of social networking. Since Regina has the memory of going to college I figured why the hell not? Besides, she rocks the fig leaf.
  • The next day, Military came up as the third job in the paper. So I had both Clark and Ollie take it. Why yes I am hedging my bets, at this stage in the game I do not want to get into a bind.
  • Namely, this. Ollie, bless his little heart just went permaplat. He rolled the LTW to earn $100,000 and I forgot that for a home business that the proceeds count toward everyone in the household.
    His being permaplat means that I can’t early age him like I did Bruce and most of the other kids.
  • So congrats, Clark, you get to be the one who clears up this apocalypse.
    “Wha? Why me?”
    Because you have a big giant fear in your panel that I can use.
  • “Aww, crap. Why do I have a bad feeling about this?”
    *whistles innocently* No clue. Better get to work. I have plans for tonight.
    “That sounds ominous.”
  • Bruce continues to make progress in Gamer. Although it sucks that he gets the junker car for so long. Still, it kind of makes sense.
  • That night, Kori came out to haunt the family.
    She was a little vengeful, hitting Arthur several times and scaring lots of other people. But we will get back to that…
  • We have two promotions and Clark forever endears himself to me by rolling up two very fulfillable fears… See a ghost and death of a certain sim.
    Now if you will excuse me…
  • I have a death to plan.
    First I have Regina drink the juice. Because she was close to elderfyingand I don’t feel like having bad clothes.
  • Remember Chris Cho and when I said she would be important later.
    What I don’t have pictures of is that Clark is in love with her. With the cowplant no longer full of milk, cake is inevitable.
  • Mix one slice of ever-so-tempting cowplant cake…
  • With one stupid townie teen…
  • And you get instant aspiration plummeting!
    Clark actually was so in the red that he should have had a psychiatrist visit.
  • But instead he had a little tantrum. Isn’t he cute?
    “If I get angry, people get hurt. You wouldn’t like it if I were angry.”
    Isn’t that the Hulk?
    “It isn’t easy being green.”
    Go inside, there is some green liquid waiting for you.
  • “Ugh!”
  • Since he was old enough to grow up, and I wanted to try to have him semi-happy when he grew up I sent him out to the wishing well to get a new love.
  • I think the wishing well needs a tune up.
    For those of you who don’t remember, this townie is the same one that Kara had a throw down with and was photobombing Killian’s death. Not exactly what I would call marrying material.
  • Still, the fulfilling of his first kiss got Clark out of the red and into the gold. So it was time for an impromptu birthday party on the lawn.
  • Followed by the post makeover cry.
    Yes I know you didn’t go to college. No one did. Deal with it.
  • “I really like you, whatever your name is.”
    “Ewww, you are touching me.”
    Seriously she made an ewww face when Clark caressed her.
  • “I’m in love.”
    “Can I sell you some flowers?”
    “Wow, Ollie is hot.”
    Seriously. That townie, not one of my favorites. Still Clark had rolled the want to fall in love so this made him happy. Still I think he needs someone else to love.
  • And I don’t think that this is a good idea. Can we say possible incest? Ewwwww…
  • “But what about me? I bet the readers have forgotten all about me!”
    They have. It’s okay, so have I.
    “Argh!”
  • Actually, despite his claims to the contrary I do like Peter or at least I like him enough to get him into private school. He’s got 10 playful so if I didn’t, I’d have a screaming child on my hands.
  • I’m actually much more concerned about Clark, getting him platinum enough to get promoted isn’t easy. And he doesn’t have fulfillable wants.
  • Bruce on the other hand is easy peasy. A skill point or two and BAM! Insta-promotion.
  • So I sent Clark to the well for a date possibility and he did this…
    “But Ma’am I can’t kiss you I don’t know you!”
    Such a boy scout. Go ask her on a date.
  • “But I don’t want to ask her on a date. I am totally committed to whatsherface.”
    I don’t care. You are in the gold and I want promotions. Date. Now!
  • “I don’t really want to do this, but since my creator is making me. I will. Even though I’d much rather have the person walking by the house at the moment.”
  • “You sure know how to woo a girl.”
    “Well, I believe that honesty is the best policy.”
    “So you’re saying you are a good guy.”
  • “That is exactly what I am saying.”
    “Uh-huh.”
  • Date accomplished, both Clark and Bruce settled down to keep their aspirations up. They’ve got all of the skills and friends they will need. So it’s just a matter of time.
  • “You killed me!”
    “Ahhh!!! I didn’t do it.”
    “I don’t care!”
  • The next morning Bruce went off to work…
  • And returned home as a game designer. Lifting Gamer and freeing up the computer and phone lines. Not that we really need them…
  • And to celebrate, Bruce found a job in his LTW path to be a Media Magnate. It almost fits…
  • Time flew by and it was soon Peter’s birthday.
    “Dude, that shirt is horrible.”
    “Just blow out the candles, son.”
    “But the shirt… It’s just so bad.”
    “Candles, now!”
    “Fine.”
  • “Mmmm… You are one fine young man.”
    “You touch me and you lose an arm. I may have 10 nice points but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have any bite.”
    “Rawr.”
    All disturbing thought bubbles aside, Peter grew up well and I picked Pleasure for him. It fit.
  • “Another day, another chance of a promotion. I am heartily sick of having to be the hero.”
  • “Hi Superman! You saving out the world today?”
    “Yes I am. One promotion at a time.”
  • Ollie randomized as bi so when he brought Puck home as a friend from school I smiled. And then I laughed my ass off when I checked the relationship panel. Two bolts without messing. Puck once again randomized as gay or bi in my hood. He has never been straight yet.
    “Can you stop babbling so I can get to the kissing?”
    Uh, sure.
    “Yes!”
  • “I’m beginning to think you’ve forgotten about me.”
    I’d never forget you. I don’t think people will let me.
    “Oh good, because you’ve got something major going on.”
    Oh that’s nothing just another alien abudct-
  • What the hell?! KARA!!!
    “What I’m an elder knowledge sim?”
    But!
    “Can’t talk now! Ta ta!”
  • “Ugh the noise! Can’t Grandma be quieter?”
  • “Although the punch line was hilarious.”
    “Oliver Doran how dare you say that about your Mother!”
    “What? It was.”
    “I am so telling your brother.”
  • “I heard you made fun of your Mom after she got abducted?”
    “Yeah? So?”
    “Do you know how traumatizing it is? The poking in places that aren’t meant to be poked. The prodding. The probing. My gods, the probing!”
    “So who died and made you the boss of me?”
    “Do I really need to answer that? Let me start with Dad and then our brother Kurt and just work our way back. It will be a while.”
  • “I am not listening to this!”
    “Yes, you are. And you are going to apologize to Mom now or I will stick you on a telescope so that you can find out just what it is like yourself.”
    “Fine!”
  • “I’m sorry, Mom.”
    “You should be.”
    “Why do I have a feeling that I am happy that I was meditating through the whole thing?”
  • “Heh, sonny! I’m your true love!”
    “Um… Is that the bat signal? I’ve gotta go!”
  • I really do like Regina. Yeah she’s a romance sim, but then she goes and reads to the really tired Ollie like she was a family sim. Go her!
  • Clark came home with another promotion… To Astronaut this time.
  • Gained a cooking skill point to pop him into platinum…
  • Then immediately sank down to mediate until the morning.
  • “Off to work, son?”
    “Yeah, Dad.”
    “Well don’t mind me, Just climb on over me.”
    “I don’t think that is happening in the spacesuit.”
    “You could sit on my lap.”
    “I think I am a bit too big for that, Dad.”
  • Later that evening, Clark returned home a General. Which we all know what that means, right?
  • Happy Family Sim Welcome Home Dance!!!
    “Who loves me! We can now leave!!!”
  • However leaving wasn’t an option until now….
    Twenty graves on lot… 14 of them Dorans. The rest, hapless townies fed to the cowplant.
  • Kara got the honors of finally using the bone phone.
  • First up all of the townies…
  • They were rezzed and then finally sent on their way…
    Good Riddance!
  • Then the rest of the family was resurrected. Although J’onn had a bit of an over heating issue.
  • Killian took care of that for him. He’s just that awesome.
  • Other sims, not so much.
    “So you’re cute. Wanna go for some angry woohoo?”
    “You know that is your great-nephew, right?”
    “I don’t recognize him as family.”
    “Trust me, he is.”
    “Sorry, not interested anyway. You aren’t the woman I want.”
  • Xavier got the final honors of resurrecting Christy while Kara stalked off after Killian.
  • Then it was a free for all of getting to know you conversations.
  • “I died, you know.”
    “So have we all.”
  • “Look, I’m sorry for how I treated you, Kori. I really did care for you.”
    “I know.”
    “Just tell her you love her. That’s what she’s been waiting to hear.”
    “Kori, I-- I can’t say what isn’t true.”
    “I know.”
  • As well as getting acquainted or reacquainted as the case might be.
  • Finally it was time for a family portrait…
    From left to right
    Back Row: Kurt, Oliver, Kara, Killian, Wally, Jean, Christy, Xavier, Shayera, Emma, Scott
    Middle Row: Clark, Peter, Howard, Barbara, Elton, Koriand’r
    Front: Regina, Arthur, John, J’onn, Bruce.
    That’s it, Folks. I’m done!
    Woo!
  • “What are you doing here? Go home!”