Oh my days this is hilarious xD The shot of Divian headfirst in shrubbery had me rolling on the floor XD
@Julyvee94 Lol! When I saw him like that I about died of laughter myself! Can't make this stuff up! I'm excited for the trouble they'll get into at Windenburg!
So Divan gets this crazy idea to have a successful lineage which means the impossible.
(How do you suppose you will help with homework when your children NEVER do it?)
“That’s not up to me, Creator. You’re the genius. YOU figure it out.” Then he wanders off to the gym and instead of working out, he plays Maniac Matchums on the game pad.
Huh boy. Well the only thing I can think of is to get the kids focused and maybe they’ll WANT to do their homework. So I plop in a few focusing lamps in the kitchen where the kids tend to congregate.
Little do Levi and Lindsey know what I’m up to and wham!
Insta-focus.
They hug each other oblivious to my powers. Heh...heh...
“Gosh, Lindsey, what’s that orange thing in your hand?” Levi asks.
“Homework, dummy. We’re supposed to do it every day.”
“But why?”
She scratches her head. “I dunno, but I have this weird urge to do it.”
(Muahahaahaaa!)
Unfortunately, Levi is unfazed by my evil plans and he happily marches past his sister, dutifully doing her homework.
“Glad I don’t have THAT urge,” he mumbles.
Meanwhile, I left Divan to his own devices too long and he plays himself to the point of exhaustion in that plum gaming pad.
(Geesh, Divan! Don’t you know when to quit?)
“Must...get...all...matches....”
(Come on! It’s time to go home. You’re energy meter is beet red. I’m TIRED of you failing all the time.)
“You think YOU’RE tired...”
And...
Fail.
(Huh boy. How many times has Divan faceplanted in this legacy so far? Too many to count. Urgh!)
After our TH sleeps a bit, he finally drags himself home.
But instead of heading to his room, he takes a nap on the couch.
(Didn’t I SPECIFICALLY tell you to go to your bed?)
Only snores answer my question.
(He never listens to me.)
All is nice and quiet. Divan is asleep on the couch. The twins are tucked in their beds. Kaila is quietly snoring in her bed and Hunter is...Hunter is...
Dagnabbit. Hunter is talking to his pet Skellybear.
“I am Hunter the Invincible and you, my poor insignificant skellybear are one of my minions. Muahahahaaa!”
(Uh oh...the poor child is sounding a bit like me....I think I LIKE HIM!)
But then he ruins my delusions of making him the next TH by staying up ALL night playing on the monkey bars.
But he does help out by mopping up the floors in the wee hours of the early morning (even though his energy meter is blood red.)
Aww...look at his poor face.
(You MUST go to bed, HUNTER!)
But, of course, the little tyke can’t hear me.
(Yes, Hunter. It’s called a bed. You use it to go to sleep.)
He doesn’t understand. It’s a newfangled object to him.
(See? Your sister is using it properly.)
(And your brother.)
(NOW GO TO BED!)
I must have gotten through to him somehow because he quickly jumps under the covers and shivers then drifts off to sleep.
I love this story, at first i thought that an ISBI challenge would be boring but actually it's really funny. Love the narrator voice!
I've always loved ISBI stories because of the interaction between the TH and the creator. So much fun to write! I'm glad you're enjoying it! It's my favorite to play because I just sit back and watch these sims do plum stuff!
(Let’s see you use that gun for something, Divan!)
“Alright, Creator. I think I see the perfect subject at the desk.”
The woman looks at him with a dull stare. “What do YOU want now?”
“Just this,” he says back, then whips out his ray gun and blasts her!
Numbers and equations drift around her head.
(Cool effect, Divan!)
“Thanks, I try,” Divan says with a smug smirk.
She plugs her fingers in her ears then blows a kiss at Divan!
He waves, all charming like.
(Um, Divan? You have a wife and kids at home. Get control of yourself!)
“I have the power!” he cries, lifting his hands in the air.
(Huh boy. I’ve created a monster!)
Well, at least he got a promotion...
And then he starts blasting every female in his office.
(DIVAN! Stop! This is sexual harassment!)
But he doesn’t listen. Sigh.
Meanwhile, the chip off the old block (namely, Hunter) is asking his mom about his homework.
“So, how does this sound, Mommy, for the opening of my essay, How I Will Rule the World One Day? Ahem...Dear pitiful, lowly teacher. I, Hunter the Immortal, will allow you to view the genius behind my ultimate rise to power of the future world. Hence, by permitting you access to the abundance of my brain, I will need you to sign this contract, allowing me full access to your computer with regards to homework answers, tests, and my fellow students’ parents’ credit card and/or social security numbers.” He flashes her his million simoleon grin. “Great, huh?”
His mother is speechless.
He hops off the couch and peers up at her. “Guess that answers my question! Brilliant is too low of a word for this masterpiece. Bet you’re thanking the Creator for the chance to be the mother of such magnificence.”
Instantly, Kaila races to the computer to look up as many child psychologist’s phone numbers as she could.
(Can’t say that I blame her one bit!)
But gets bored and decides to play Ultimate Soccer. Family first, huh, Kaila?
Next, she watches one of her many soap operas. This episode is of a poor wretched lunatic in a psychiatric ward. They were zapping him silly. Kaila can almost see Hunter as the lead character. It makes her shudder.
She shakes her head. “What am I thinking,” she laughs. “Hunter is just going through a phase. He’ll grow out of it.”
(We can only hope!)
In the meantime, his scientific father is working away in the lab.
“No, Krod, not there! The mind control unit goes on the INSIDE! Do I have to come over there and do it myself?”
(Mind control? What are you up to, Divan?)
Divan winces. “Get out of my head, Creator. I don’t have time for your plum. I’m knee deep in this project and if I don’t get it accomplished, I’ll never rise to power... I mean get a promotion.”
(Have you been talking to your son?)
“No comment.”
(You know I won’t allow world domination. Right?)
But he ignores me and works until he drags himself home.
Once he arrives, there’s a notification that Hunter aged up!
And the boy got the serial romantic trait just like his good old dad. Thank goodness he didn’t get the evil trait like he wished. Just the goofy trait. Not sure which will be worse. Hmm...
But his family forgot his birthday. How sad!
Here he is fresh out of CAS. He is a great combination of Kaila and Divan.
He spends the rest of the morning in bed. I decide his room is too babyish for him.
After I put down a nice teen room, Hunter heads directly to troll the forums. Yeesh! Why is this boy determined to be evil?
Unfortunately, he leaves all his laundry on the floor. Sigh.
And that’s where he stays for the rest of the night. Typical teen.
“I wonder if there’s a super villain costume on sale?”
(Oh dear. It’s worse than I thought...)
So, he spends the rest of his time learning to hack.
Hey, all! Just wanted to announce that Divan actually won in a King and Queen competition brought to you by @Zita1966z ! If you want to follow it, you can HERE.
Here's my prize! Divan will be showing his cheeky self in more comps on that thread. Ha!
To get the family’s mind off of total world domination, I make a suggestion.
(Divan, there’s a new Christmas park opening today. You’ve got a three-day weekend. It’s time to get the fam out of the house. They’re turning into...well...nerds.)
“Egad!” Divan curses.
Instantly, he hurries all of them out the door and arrives at Christmas Town.
Kaila does what any average Sim-wife would do.
SHOP!
She got Divan a sweater, too.
(You don’t look very diabolical in that outfit, Divan! **snicker**)
“Was that an annoying mosquito in my ear?” Divan asks, walking into a store.
(Whatever. You know I’m right.)
Hunter saunters into a game room and his eyes get all glassy. He mumbles, “Pink. Girl. Pretty.”
(That’s not a girl. That’s Vicki and she’s old enough to be your mom!)
But Hunter can’t hear me yet. (Yes, I’ve decided to choose him as heir since he’s bent on being evil and taking over Willow Creek. I need to take control!)
Here, Hunter shows his new friend a simtube video of How to Earn a Million Simoleons Using Threats by thebrothersfiendish. “So, you want to be my sidekick?”
(**smacks head**)
“Hey, little buddy, how about you come with me?” Hunter says to a boy mannequin. “I have the perfect job for you.”
“You see, you just dance like this and all the girls will come flocking to you!” Hunter explains, dancing in front of the immobile statue. “Then you can grab ‘em and hide them in my lair while I write the ransom note.”
“Dude,” a teen whispers to Hunter. “You know it’s not real. Right?”
“Go away, you peon,” Hunter huffs. “I’m working.”
The teen laughs. “On what? Your ticket to the funny farm?”
Hunter rolls his eyes. “Underling. For your information, my schemes definitely are not funny and have nothing to do with barnyard animals.”
The teen just shakes his head, throwing up his arms.
(Well, I guess Hunter isn’t going to be making many friends.)
Satisfied that he’s recruited a few minions, Hunter goes to the bar and orders a bowl of cereal.
“I wonder if Darth Vader likes a nice bowl of Fruit Bloopies,” Hunter muses. “Evil super villains must get sustenance, too.”
While Hunter is thinking about the kind of food Doctor Doom might eat for lunch, a cute teen girl who is working at the bar waves at him and says, “Call me, ‘kay?”
But he’s too busy chatting up the little girl next to him. “So that’s how I’m going to conquer Willow Creek. Are you in?”
“Just call me Munchkin Minion,” the girl says, grinning. “Now I want that thousand dollars all in quarters. I’ve got a hot date with a video game at the arcade room in five.”
Meanwhile, Kaila is setting one of the buildings on fire.
**slams head on desk**
To avoid total annihilation of this family, I whisk them home.
“Hey, Creator, what’s the deal?” Divan asks. “I thought you were going to let us have some fun at Christmas town?”
(If I let your family have their way, there wouldn’t be anything left of Christmas town. Now Kaila needs you. Her hand is swollen from the fire.)
“Fire?”
(Nevermind.)
So, Divan shrugs and makes his family some omelets. Sitting at the counter, Divan asks, “How do you like it, my little chipmunk?”
“It’s the biggest omelet I’ve ever seen!”
Divan shoots her a kiss.
“No, THIS is the biggest omelet you’ve ever seen.” He pumps his bicep like a body builder.
“Ooooh,” Kaila squeals. “Me likey!”
(Really?)
“Take that, Creator. She likey!”
(Um...I think I’m going to barf.)
Meanwhile, Hunter is doing the same thing, only he’s texting that teen girl he met earlier. On the toilet!
(Ugh!)
This family can’t get any weirder.
“I wonder if The Green Goblin takes green poops,” Hunter says, smiling.
LOL Divan is funny as always I see his son is so much into his dad
I'm happy that Kaila stayed healthy... It would be too sad if something wrong would happen her.
@roseinblack69 I loved that look Kaila gave with all that fire. Ha! But yeah...no accidents on my watch! At least I hope not. When you can't control them,it's scary!
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@Julyvee94 Lol! When I saw him like that I about died of laughter myself! Can't make this stuff up! I'm excited for the trouble they'll get into at Windenburg!
So Divan gets this crazy idea to have a successful lineage which means the impossible.
(How do you suppose you will help with homework when your children NEVER do it?)
“That’s not up to me, Creator. You’re the genius. YOU figure it out.” Then he wanders off to the gym and instead of working out, he plays Maniac Matchums on the game pad.
Huh boy. Well the only thing I can think of is to get the kids focused and maybe they’ll WANT to do their homework. So I plop in a few focusing lamps in the kitchen where the kids tend to congregate.
Little do Levi and Lindsey know what I’m up to and wham!
Insta-focus.
They hug each other oblivious to my powers. Heh...heh...
“Gosh, Lindsey, what’s that orange thing in your hand?” Levi asks.
“Homework, dummy. We’re supposed to do it every day.”
“But why?”
She scratches her head. “I dunno, but I have this weird urge to do it.”
(Muahahaahaaa!)
Unfortunately, Levi is unfazed by my evil plans and he happily marches past his sister, dutifully doing her homework.
“Glad I don’t have THAT urge,” he mumbles.
Meanwhile, I left Divan to his own devices too long and he plays himself to the point of exhaustion in that plum gaming pad.
(Geesh, Divan! Don’t you know when to quit?)
“Must...get...all...matches....”
(Come on! It’s time to go home. You’re energy meter is beet red. I’m TIRED of you failing all the time.)
“You think YOU’RE tired...”
And...
Fail.
(Huh boy. How many times has Divan faceplanted in this legacy so far? Too many to count. Urgh!)
After our TH sleeps a bit, he finally drags himself home.
But instead of heading to his room, he takes a nap on the couch.
(Didn’t I SPECIFICALLY tell you to go to your bed?)
Only snores answer my question.
(He never listens to me.)
All is nice and quiet. Divan is asleep on the couch. The twins are tucked in their beds. Kaila is quietly snoring in her bed and Hunter is...Hunter is...
Dagnabbit. Hunter is talking to his pet Skellybear.
“I am Hunter the Invincible and you, my poor insignificant skellybear are one of my minions. Muahahahaaa!”
(Uh oh...the poor child is sounding a bit like me....I think I LIKE HIM!)
But then he ruins my delusions of making him the next TH by staying up ALL night playing on the monkey bars.
But he does help out by mopping up the floors in the wee hours of the early morning (even though his energy meter is blood red.)
Aww...look at his poor face.
(You MUST go to bed, HUNTER!)
But, of course, the little tyke can’t hear me.
(Yes, Hunter. It’s called a bed. You use it to go to sleep.)
He doesn’t understand. It’s a newfangled object to him.
(See? Your sister is using it properly.)
(And your brother.)
(NOW GO TO BED!)
I must have gotten through to him somehow because he quickly jumps under the covers and shivers then drifts off to sleep.
Muahahahaaa...
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I've always loved ISBI stories because of the interaction between the TH and the creator. So much fun to write! I'm glad you're enjoying it! It's my favorite to play because I just sit back and watch these sims do plum stuff!
It was time for Divan to step it up at work.
(Let’s see you use that gun for something, Divan!)
“Alright, Creator. I think I see the perfect subject at the desk.”
The woman looks at him with a dull stare. “What do YOU want now?”
“Just this,” he says back, then whips out his ray gun and blasts her!
Numbers and equations drift around her head.
(Cool effect, Divan!)
“Thanks, I try,” Divan says with a smug smirk.
She plugs her fingers in her ears then blows a kiss at Divan!
He waves, all charming like.
(Um, Divan? You have a wife and kids at home. Get control of yourself!)
“I have the power!” he cries, lifting his hands in the air.
(Huh boy. I’ve created a monster!)
Well, at least he got a promotion...
And then he starts blasting every female in his office.
(DIVAN! Stop! This is sexual harassment!)
But he doesn’t listen. Sigh.
Meanwhile, the chip off the old block (namely, Hunter) is asking his mom about his homework.
“So, how does this sound, Mommy, for the opening of my essay, How I Will Rule the World One Day? Ahem...Dear pitiful, lowly teacher. I, Hunter the Immortal, will allow you to view the genius behind my ultimate rise to power of the future world. Hence, by permitting you access to the abundance of my brain, I will need you to sign this contract, allowing me full access to your computer with regards to homework answers, tests, and my fellow students’ parents’ credit card and/or social security numbers.” He flashes her his million simoleon grin. “Great, huh?”
His mother is speechless.
He hops off the couch and peers up at her. “Guess that answers my question! Brilliant is too low of a word for this masterpiece. Bet you’re thanking the Creator for the chance to be the mother of such magnificence.”
Instantly, Kaila races to the computer to look up as many child psychologist’s phone numbers as she could.
(Can’t say that I blame her one bit!)
But gets bored and decides to play Ultimate Soccer. Family first, huh, Kaila?
Next, she watches one of her many soap operas. This episode is of a poor wretched lunatic in a psychiatric ward. They were zapping him silly. Kaila can almost see Hunter as the lead character. It makes her shudder.
She shakes her head. “What am I thinking,” she laughs. “Hunter is just going through a phase. He’ll grow out of it.”
(We can only hope!)
In the meantime, his scientific father is working away in the lab.
“No, Krod, not there! The mind control unit goes on the INSIDE! Do I have to come over there and do it myself?”
(Mind control? What are you up to, Divan?)
Divan winces. “Get out of my head, Creator. I don’t have time for your plum. I’m knee deep in this project and if I don’t get it accomplished, I’ll never rise to power... I mean get a promotion.”
(Have you been talking to your son?)
“No comment.”
(You know I won’t allow world domination. Right?)
But he ignores me and works until he drags himself home.
Once he arrives, there’s a notification that Hunter aged up!
And the boy got the serial romantic trait just like his good old dad. Thank goodness he didn’t get the evil trait like he wished. Just the goofy trait. Not sure which will be worse. Hmm...
But his family forgot his birthday. How sad!
Here he is fresh out of CAS. He is a great combination of Kaila and Divan.
He spends the rest of the morning in bed. I decide his room is too babyish for him.
After I put down a nice teen room, Hunter heads directly to troll the forums. Yeesh! Why is this boy determined to be evil?
Unfortunately, he leaves all his laundry on the floor. Sigh.
And that’s where he stays for the rest of the night. Typical teen.
“I wonder if there’s a super villain costume on sale?”
(Oh dear. It’s worse than I thought...)
So, he spends the rest of his time learning to hack.
(Am I surprised? Um...no.)
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And in another surprise, Divan won the second challenge in the King Queen competition! If you want to follow it, you can HERE.
To get the family’s mind off of total world domination, I make a suggestion.
(Divan, there’s a new Christmas park opening today. You’ve got a three-day weekend. It’s time to get the fam out of the house. They’re turning into...well...nerds.)
“Egad!” Divan curses.
Instantly, he hurries all of them out the door and arrives at Christmas Town.
Kaila does what any average Sim-wife would do.
SHOP!
She got Divan a sweater, too.
(You don’t look very diabolical in that outfit, Divan! **snicker**)
“Was that an annoying mosquito in my ear?” Divan asks, walking into a store.
(Whatever. You know I’m right.)
Hunter saunters into a game room and his eyes get all glassy. He mumbles, “Pink. Girl. Pretty.”
(That’s not a girl. That’s Vicki and she’s old enough to be your mom!)
But Hunter can’t hear me yet. (Yes, I’ve decided to choose him as heir since he’s bent on being evil and taking over Willow Creek. I need to take control!)
Here, Hunter shows his new friend a simtube video of How to Earn a Million Simoleons Using Threats by thebrothersfiendish. “So, you want to be my sidekick?”
(**smacks head**)
“Hey, little buddy, how about you come with me?” Hunter says to a boy mannequin. “I have the perfect job for you.”
“You see, you just dance like this and all the girls will come flocking to you!” Hunter explains, dancing in front of the immobile statue. “Then you can grab ‘em and hide them in my lair while I write the ransom note.”
“Dude,” a teen whispers to Hunter. “You know it’s not real. Right?”
“Go away, you peon,” Hunter huffs. “I’m working.”
The teen laughs. “On what? Your ticket to the funny farm?”
Hunter rolls his eyes. “Underling. For your information, my schemes definitely are not funny and have nothing to do with barnyard animals.”
The teen just shakes his head, throwing up his arms.
(Well, I guess Hunter isn’t going to be making many friends.)
Satisfied that he’s recruited a few minions, Hunter goes to the bar and orders a bowl of cereal.
“I wonder if Darth Vader likes a nice bowl of Fruit Bloopies,” Hunter muses. “Evil super villains must get sustenance, too.”
While Hunter is thinking about the kind of food Doctor Doom might eat for lunch, a cute teen girl who is working at the bar waves at him and says, “Call me, ‘kay?”
But he’s too busy chatting up the little girl next to him. “So that’s how I’m going to conquer Willow Creek. Are you in?”
“Just call me Munchkin Minion,” the girl says, grinning. “Now I want that thousand dollars all in quarters. I’ve got a hot date with a video game at the arcade room in five.”
Meanwhile, Kaila is setting one of the buildings on fire.
**slams head on desk**
To avoid total annihilation of this family, I whisk them home.
“Hey, Creator, what’s the deal?” Divan asks. “I thought you were going to let us have some fun at Christmas town?”
(If I let your family have their way, there wouldn’t be anything left of Christmas town. Now Kaila needs you. Her hand is swollen from the fire.)
“Fire?”
(Nevermind.)
So, Divan shrugs and makes his family some omelets. Sitting at the counter, Divan asks, “How do you like it, my little chipmunk?”
“It’s the biggest omelet I’ve ever seen!”
Divan shoots her a kiss.
“No, THIS is the biggest omelet you’ve ever seen.” He pumps his bicep like a body builder.
“Ooooh,” Kaila squeals. “Me likey!”
(Really?)
“Take that, Creator. She likey!”
(Um...I think I’m going to barf.)
Meanwhile, Hunter is doing the same thing, only he’s texting that teen girl he met earlier. On the toilet!
(Ugh!)
This family can’t get any weirder.
“I wonder if The Green Goblin takes green poops,” Hunter says, smiling.
Well, maybe it can.
I'm happy that Kaila stayed healthy... It would be too sad if something wrong would happen her.
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@roseinblack69 I loved that look Kaila gave with all that fire. Ha! But yeah...no accidents on my watch! At least I hope not. When you can't control them,it's scary!
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You know it!!! He will be moving into a super villain lair...muahahahaaaa!