Generation 7, Child of Darin Pigglewiggle
Creative – Evil – Ambitious – Collector – (Creatively and Socially Gifted)
Aspirations: Curator, Master Mixologist, Mansion Baron, Musical Genius
You might be wondering why I’m still around. Why I stayed until all the “kids” left. Wasn’t like they needed me. Most of them couldn’t care less about anyone but themselves. I get that. You look out for number one, because unless you’re the heir, *she* doesn’t care about you beyond your points.
I was the heir once. For a weekend. Right gender, right trait, wrong father. If it wasn’t for that stupid “no adoption” clause, this legacy would have been mine.
But that’s not why I stayed. Legacy living is so limiting. It’s all rules and points and babies. There’s a lot more to being a sim that that. But I kept myself useful by filling aspiration
topping my career,
and maxing skills.
Giving my points up for the family. I mean, the other option was to leave the house and be consigned to an empty house. Without story progression, what could I do on my own? So I stayed, but I also kept my eyes open. This whole legacy business is wrapping up. Best to get out while you can. If you die on this lot, that’s it. No more you. But my grandaunt and granduncle are still alive, still young, while dad’s been dead so long his ghost has purged.
You can learn a lot pouring drinks for sappy sims. Often they’re too embroidered in their own conversations to pay any attention to who’s pouring the drinks. Especially after a Mina Special or two.
Or else they’re so desperate to hear their own voices they’ll tell you anything.
There’s big changes in *her* world. Crossovers, multiple storylines, plots, and plans. *She* believes in that one-sim one-story plum. But I know what’s real. There could be thousands of me all over. I could live a hundred lives. Start a legacy, run an amazon challenge, a room challege, an off-the grid challenge. I could star in a horror story, or be an extra in a crowded space station. I can be a hero or a villain or a nobody. There’s no reason to limit myself to a single life.
*She’s* not watching me now, I’ve done all *she* wanted me to. Time to slip away, before I’m old and gray like Harley and Michel. I’ll be in the gallery, at the crossroads, waiting for my turn to shine.
Mina Pigglewiggle is free from her legacy and ready for adventure. She’s in the gallery #legacyescape – Download her and give her a new life.