Dowayne of Balm House (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} simantics) wrote,@ 2008-08-03 13:44:00 |
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Iskabibble 6.1 (45/171 pics)
It's been a while (like, "over a year" a while) since my last post. Sorry about that? XD I've been playing a lot, just not sharing. I play the Ishkaspares a LOT. I swear I play the Ishkaspares more than the current gen (I'm on gen 8 now, I think). But I have a duty to all who follow Ishkabibbles to finish my tale as I believe so many already have, and then play spares all I want. So here's the last update I made, here's allll my Ishka-updates if you're into that kinda thing, you sexy beast you, and here we go with Generation 7's feckless heir, York Ishkabibble.
 This not being her. I passed over York's sister London, whom I'd originally pegged as heir, but then decided "Actually... she's too much in the Ishka-mold. Gotta break free!"  York finds her new heirdom a subject of such hilarity she may break her impressive cheekbones laughing. York: "First I saw London, then I saw France, then I saw my-sister-the-former-heir's underpants!" You know, she's simple, that one.  Chalcedon, heir of Generation 6, has been set to skilling relentlessly since he aged. He's a Knowledge Sim, so that's fine by him.  Besides, when he's not skilling, he gets embroiled in awkward conversations. Brook: Why don't you do it like the first time no more? Chalcedon: *wilt*  Devastated by aspersions cast upon his competency in the bedroom, he accepts Death's cup of java...  ...and casts a hopeful eye upon the Hula Zombies, whom he hopes will be more accepting of his old age than Brooke.  Oh, yeah, now you cry, Brooke. Now you cry.  You know what, you great snake? I think you're gonna be just fine.  Meanwhile, Lucy Hanby, the former maid, plowed by both Chalcedon and his father before him, is truly heartbroken by the loss of the Generation 6 heir. Brooke shed a few crocodile tears, but Lucy really commits, hitting the ground and howling her aspirational failure.  The Therapist: "Mein gott. Ze titsen, zey are at your knees."  Well, if there's one thing guaranteed to lift a household's spirits, it's a big fat inheritance. I think Brooke finds "inheritance money" a turn-on. I wouldn't be surprised if Chalcedon's death actually increased her chemistry with him.  Puppy: When people run in circles, it's a very, very mad world.  I really liked the little dining area with its stupid little rugs, lol.  The puppy grows up and by god, I've forgotten its name, but it's either Libby, Leo, or Gemma. Libeomma. That sounds like a cystic growth.  Bazongas! What's good, Generation 1!  York's fishing trip at the local cemetery, Graves of the Lovely, is largely uneventful  except for the fact that our Gen 7 genius is fishing in a thunderstorm along with Onion Vale's best and brightest.  The dog thinks it's hilarious too.  Brooke, entranced by her own attractiveness. I think I was peeking through a fence to get this shot, by the way. Maybe.  York looks broken by the thought that she's achieved anything, let alone a silver gardening badge. She's as pokey and elbowy as a garden gnome.  That pimple's in the third eye chakra! SHE WILL HAVE VISIONS!  Oh, and here's the dog Brooke bought to breed with Libeomma.  I don't know what I named it, so let's call it Stringthing.  Meanwhile, Brooke ages. "Oh God!" she weeps as she runs into the streets like an asylum escapee.  "The therapist was right! Mein titsen, mein titsen!"  York, what do you do with piles of leaves? Here, I'll help. You can a) burn, b) rake, or c)... York: York... eat? ...Righto.  Anyway, Stringthing has twins with Libeomma, named Haverford and John Jay.  Here's Haverford,  here's John Jay,  and here's their complementary ears! In the background, Stringthing is beside itself. "WASH ME!" A string of floss should be sufficient towel for the whip-thin beast.  York grows up and, come to think of it, Stringthing would be a great nickname for her too. Daaamn. I think I made the right choice in switching heir hats. Looking at her makes me want to devise a proof regarding cheekbone circumference or something.  It's been a long time since I had a female heir. And I'm going to make the most of it. See that rooster in the background? That cock? Yeah? You do? Good. Think about it.  Here's Rooster #1, Peter Sims. His face has the geographical quality I like in a face, lots of random crags and cliffs to get caught on, and two entrancing whirpools for eyes, if you're into that.  York beds him in short order. They both look like they've had better in their life.  Mystery puppies I completely forgot about until I looked through these pics again! It's Asia, Hunter, and Corbin!  They aren't as funny as the first set, even if their ears continue to be amusingly complementary :(  York, inspired by her personal mantra of doggy-see-doggy-doo, blats out the firstborn of Generation 8. This generation's naming themes is that of professional occupations and titles, and so we have Doctor Ishkabibble. York is very proud.  She is so proud that she immediately calls up the Animal Control officer Stephen Gould (who has spent so much time rescuing dogs from the Ishkamanse, after all), rides him like the Medusa at Six Flags, and knocks herself out. Er, up.  York: "Doctor? You're a doctor, right? Can you tell if I'm pregnant or not?" Doctor: *coo, gurgle, fart*  York: Brooke, it's okay, you don't have to die. My son's a doctor. He's about four months old and he's really good. Brooke: *sees bucket, kicks it*  Doctor: *coo, burp, coo* Another patient, lost! Curses, the epic tragedy of it all! If only I'd had my team on my hands, my equipment, anything, this death could have been averted, this elderly woman saved! GRAMMA! I BARELY KNEW THEE!  Doctor: *fart, gurgle, poop* Oh, by the way, Mom. You're pregnant.  York: Really, son? And you're a big boy now, too! Doctor looks just like his papa. A bit disappointing. I wanted a monstrous melding, not unlike what occurred with the dog...  Death: DOG. I CAN GIVE YOU GREATER SCOPE FOR NON EUCLIDEAN GEOMETRIES THAN EVEN YOUR ABNORMALLY TWISTED TAIL AND HILARIOUSLY ENGORGED BREAST CAN IMAGINE. COME SERVE A NEW MASTER IN THE DISTORTED DIMENSION OF YOUR BIRTHRIGHT.  York: No! York... miss... DOG!! AQUAAAA! I miss Aqua too. ;_; And later, when I lose a good amount of tombstones, I manage to keep Aqua's, happily. |
Anyway, because Gen 7 just has SO MANY PICTURES, this update will be split into three parts. Next part within the week!
Oh, and I went back into the game after I wrote the update and found out that Libeomma's real name is Madd, and Stringthing's real name is Tirol Choco. Madd is after the band Mad at Gravity, and Tirol Choco is after a delicious brand of Japanese sweets that just happens to sound like the name of an Aztec god.
