I once saw an aussie term that is like this _og wally, and when I asked one of ny new Aussie freinds what the term meant she got insulted and never spoke to me again, so I kind of knew that Sprog was unsavory, but was rather afraid to ask. One of the first three letters in Sprog fit in the line. Thank you for the polite question and answer period.

Oh, no, don't worry, "sprog" has absolutely nothing to do with that word beyond sounding vaguely similar to it. "Sprog" is British English and not even considered an example of swearing,* whereas the offensive term you seem to be referring to is a racial slur that has its origins in Britain but is mainly Australian these days. It's an unfortunate coincidence if Sprog's ever brought to mind that sort of thing- like most of my sims, he's basically a cartoon character designed purely to generate funny moments for everyone to laugh at, not an attempt to insult anybody.

* The worst thing that could happen if you used the word "sprog" in everyday life would be a parent being mildly offended that such a term was being used in reference to their kids. Like I said, it's somewhere between "rugrat" and "brat" in terms of negativity- it's informal and possibly dismissive, but in no way obscene or profane.

My wizard is quite talented.

Uninstall Pets EP? Just as suggestion....

Not so much a sim but in my current active family, Bonehilda goes and cleans the house up very nicely, teaches the dog how to play dead (hilariously apt) til it passes out with exhaustion and then takes a tub of ice cream from the fridge and leaves it on the counter, til it goes bad an annoys everybody. Every day.

When my Sim goes into labor and decides to drive herself to hospital.

On her motorcycle.



Also, this Sim makes the best faces when she's riding around town. Do all Sims make those 'IDGAF' faces on the motorcycle?


Hater's gon' hate.

lol, that reminds me of when I downloaded custom content that was mislabelled as "child", and when I tried it on a child sim the result made me jump out my skin!

I had one of those monster dogs on my porch once. I fixed it using Debug Enabler. Somehow it had acquired a bad/mislabeled outfit, I guess. I can't remember which option I used to fix it, I wanna say "Fix Invisible Sims" but I'm probably wrong. I'll get back to you on that....(No need to get drastic and uninstall the EP! Start small. )

Before proceeding with this post, a disclaimer: Up until my regular characters intervened in the following series of events, I had nothing to do with it whatsoever. Absolutely nothing. What you are about to see is one of the most bizarre cases of autonomous behaviour by a NPC I've ever seen in the sims series, with no efforts by the player to set it up or influence it at all. Even by my standards, it's weird and deranged, to the point where it'd actually be kind of unsettling if it hadn't taken place in such a cartoony game.

You have been warned.

So without further ado:

Babysnatching and Bloodlust: I Couldn't Make This Up If I Tried

Apart from Judas Scumthorpe abruptly barging into Larry's mansion and intimidating his illegitimate semi-uncle into providing financial backing for his evil sorcerous endeavours, this Thursday was a fairly normal day for everyone's favourite family of maniacs and morons. Lester and Lolita hung around together and had oddly precocious baby conversations as usual, Carrie alternated between building toddler skills and beating the crap out of her Imaginary Friend doll, Sprog once again ignored school entirely in favour of typing up his first crazy person manifesto and Rick continued to slide further into depression and insanity from having to take care of them all while still digging graves for a living. All fairly routine stuff for them, barring the sudden addition of a necromancer to the family.

And then out of nowhere, this happened:


Who the hell is that?

Upon inspection, this mystery sim turned out to be a middle-aged service NPC (a bouncer, oddly) named Tuesday Sears that I'd never heard of before in my life, who proceeded to spend the entire afternoon hanging around outside the front door and complaining about routing errors. Initially, I figured she'd been directed onto the lot by the game's questionable AI and got stuck, so I decided to just ignore her and hope she'd eventually head back to whichever bar or club she was assigned to...


...Until night fell, and I found her hiding in a bush while repeatedly complaining that a locked door prevented her from getting into the house and behaving increasingly like an escaped mental patient.

Since when did I even suggest that you were allowed in there, you perplexingly persistent puddle of idiocy? I don't even know you!


And why the hell are Lester and Lolita thinking about her? They've never even seen her before. She's not a social worker. They have no reason to know of her existence, let alone express any awareness of her presence nearby. It's not like they're responding to an attempt to interact with them or anything.

Unless-


-Oh my god.

As time went by, her thought bubbles increasingly began to revolve solely around the Scumthorpe triplets and getting into the house to be close to them.
This isn't just a WTF moment anymore. This is getting downright sinister.

Feeling increasingly concerned, I checked on the triplets and quickly noticed something overtly creepy happening: Over and over again, "Be picked up by Tuesday Sears" appeared in their action queues, only to quickly drop out when the doors blocked this complete and total stranger from entering their home.

Yes, you read that correctly. The AI in my game has somehow generated a deranged, obsessive kidnapper hell-bent on stealing other people's babies that autonomously tries to invade your home lot and carry them away. I am not joking. I am not lying. This happened exactly as I described it, and I don't have the faintest idea how or why.


LET ME IN, LET ME IN, I JUST WANT TO SEE THE BABIES


I JUST WANT TO HOLD ONE

AND SQUEEZE ONE AND CHANGE ONE

AND HAVE IT CALL ME MUMMY AND NEVER LET YOU SEE IT AGAIN

...Oh, hell no, I am not standing for this.

Fortunately, though, crazy child-snatching middle-aged women aren't the only things that lurk around the grounds of Stately Scum Manor late at night:


CRY HAVOC, AND LET SLIP THE SPROGS OF WAR


At this point, sticking on the Jaws theme would probably be appropriate. Or the theme to Halloween. Either version. Or perhaps this suspenseful little tune. Because Ms. Sears has absolutely no idea just how utterly, utterly dead she is right now.

Sometimes, having a prepubescent Patrick Bateman in the family has its perks.


A word of advice, by the way: If you're a sim and you happen to see this approaching you in the dark, RUN.

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, AND DON'T LOOK BACK.

Doubly so if he happens to be carrying the pistol from Desecrate's Weapons System.


Triply so if the expression on his face looks anything like this.


WHY WON'T YOU LET ME STEAL YOUR BABIES? YOU'VE ALREADY GOT THREE!


ALL I WANT IS ONE LITTLE BABY! JUST ONE! IS THAT REALLY SO MUCH TO ASK-

*BANG*


"Heh. Exploded cranium. Brain matter. Pity, though, I wanted to keep the skull..."


And so with the timely arrival of Death himself, this bizarre and disturbing chain of events mercifully came to an end.


"...Oh, god, not this horrible little bugger again. STOP GIVING ME EXTRA WORK!"


"I hate this job sometimes, I really do. It ain't easy being Grim."

Thus concluded my first and hopefully only encounter with a NPC even more insane than most of my own characters. Most of them.

Because if you find yourself having to fight crazy with crazy... well, at least you can't outdo Sprog in that regard.

Perhaps I need to balance things out a bit more. Perhaps I should make a normal, reasonable, sensible man as a counterpoint to Larry Scumthorpe, and give him a nice, peaceful, non-deranged life with a lovely wife and a pleasant career. An author, maybe-

-Oh, wait, no. Bad idea. Bad, bad idea. Based on what just happened between the game's AI and the Scumthorpes, any attempt to make a sim with a successful writing career would probably just lead to a horrifying virtual re-enactment of Stephen King's Misery sooner or later. With the AI playing Annie Wilkes by itself.

What the hell is wrong with my town?

"CRY HAVOC, AND LET SLIP THE SPROGS OF WAR"

I love this, I almost never read this thread and I am hooked You even got the subtle download this item I have wanted a lil Sprog to curb the interfering lady for a long time. You have just the right touch with it too, because with Sims how can you be over the top.

*I am still weirded out by the pollywog err backwards thing, because a pollywog is a baby frog before the legs.*

The teen in my legacy challenge got a romantic interest at the prom, and as I had no intention of keeping said romantic interest for the story, I decided to invite him over to break his heart. My Sim viciously mocked and insulted him, then as sad music gently played in the background, I dropped the bomb: "I just want to be friends."

The poor guy went home alone and crying. He was no longer a romantic interest.

My teen did, however, get the "Gained a Friend" moodlet.

o_O

Seriously, the only reason I look at this thread anymore is to see what is going on in MinghamSmith's crazy game. I nearly spit my coffee out at "Sprogs Of War."

I think somebody's jellin' on Mingham Smith's style.

well, his style is worth jellin' over.

Today, a bubble pops up and says my Sim's husband is invited to her party, then the party starts soon. The thing is the game threw the party by itself. I did NOT have my Sim throw one. I have no idea how this happened. The guests (which I did not invite, the game did) were her grandparents, her mom's twin sister, and two people she had never met and had not relationship with.

Also her husband's hunger meter was full, yet he kept trying to make himself meals. He did this like four times, all of which I cancelled.

Sometimes, you're not supposed to pause the game.

I don't like the way the AI pauses between animations. It makes the sims movements look really phony. Especially zombies. There was one in town last night I was watching.

"Aarrrrgh...." pause "Arrrrrrgh" look around "Arrrrgh" scratch nose "Arrrgh" clap hands for joy "Arrgh" carefully walk down the stairs "Arrgh"

I also had a sim do this when she was on fire..

"HELP!! OMG!! FIRE!!!" stand patiently by the shower and carefully get in... "HELP FIRE!! OMG!!!"

Had a teen in Starlight Shores last night decide she wanted to drive her car into the Hoi Polloi venue to see a show.

I have GOT to make me some crazy(er) sims!

What I saw when I paused the game while my werewolf was out jogging:

My Sim's grandmother tried to kidnap her baby, but didn't quite get it right. She went in the bedroom while the parents were asleep, picked up the baby, and went down the elevator. But she put the baby down outside the apartment building's lobby door.

At the same baby's birthday party, the Mother would not go get her daughter so she could blow out the candles. She would only let the girl blow them out after the party had ended.

@MinghamSmith: As funny as your WTF moments are, I'm surprised that an elementary schooler who doesn't even bother going to school knows what cranium means. :P

Indeed, sometimes you aren't. You really, really aren't.

And fittingly enough, last night I repeatedly managed to do so at the absolute worst possible times you can imagine and then took screenshots of the results anyway. Because my game apparently runs exclusively on anti-logic and pure mind-bending horror these days:

(Warning: Nightmare fuel ahoy!)


what is this

i told Larry to mock the ghost of his first wife and he was holding Lolita at the time and OH GOD WHY

IS THERE ANY EXPRESSION LESS APPROPRIATE FOR BEING AROUND SMALL CHILDREN


...Erm, wow. Even for a Lester screenshot that's horrifying. It's like a group of intrepid explorers discovered some kind of mummified hairless rat-monkey thing in the Amazon rainforest, then collectively suffered numerous traumatic brain injuries and starting treating it as their baby out of sheer mind-boggling insanity.

Except that is a baby. One that's set to inherit a billion-Simoleon mining corporation based primarily around mutagenic alien crystals, even though he's little more than a walking corpse and makes the Ottomas family look like a shining example of sim genetics by comparison.

SimNation is doomed.


FUCKING BLOCKS HOW DO THEY WORK

ALSO VENGEANCE

VENGEANCE UPON SPROG FOR THAT TIME HE STUCK ME IN THE OVEN

And even cute little Lolita gets her creepy on sometimes:


DAMMIT LOLITA YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE ADORABLE ONE

YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG

...Wait.

It's just occurred to me how closely she resembles one of the Little Sisters in Bioshock.

Like, almost exactly.

Even the cute Scumthorpes are nightmare material on some level. And this is only 3 generations in. What if they run for 10 generations or more? What kind of inhuman abominations will they have produced by the end of it all?

Doesn't bear thinking about, really. But you can't get much worse than Lester... right?

Right?



Well, sometimes children do have surprising or downright odd vocabularies that have nothing to do with formal education. From personal experience, I learned the words "optimistic," "pessimistic," "barbarians" and "cultural imperialism" from various places when I was in the equivalent of elementary school, and reportedly often said the word "visions" as a baby.*

I imagine Sprog as having picked up a fair few biology terms from hanging around in the library reading anatomy textbooks and thinking about innovative ways to make things die. He's perfectly literate, after all. He's by no means unintelligent, he's just far too deranged to do anything constructive with his otherwise above-average intellect.

* Blame Simon and Garfunkel. One of the first songs I ever recognised and enjoyed was The Sound of Silence, which begins with this verse:

Hello, darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

Apparently I treated it like a lullaby and my parents played it all the time to get baby me to go to sleep. Whatever works, I guess. :P

My mom was a science teacher/cancer screening specialist and so thought it was funny to teach me the scientific terms for things instead of their common names. She tells me that when i was four I told my babysitter to "look at all the gastropods" and my dad egged me on to ask for a glass of dihydrogen monoxide from the waiter at a family restaurant. Apparently I also spoke with perfect diction and a boston accent (boston circa 1776, not 1990) so creepiness was a big factor.


And now, I will tell you all a little story, about trying to get bitten by a zombie.

Shortly after it got dark, my supernatural fan, Molly, saw two zombies rise from the ground in front of her house. "Hooray!" she shouted. "I've always wanted to get bitten by a zombie, how convenient! Since there's two, there's no way I will go until sunrise without getting bitten!" Right? Right?

Wrong.

2100 HOURS - FIRST ATTACK


"All right, looks promising, aaaaarg, yes, aaaarg. Bite me!"



"Oh, wait, I think I left the computer on, don't mind me, hang on a sec." *goes inside* *makes self sandwich* *turns computer back on and plays a game*



By now, one of the zombies has pissed himself and the other has gotten stuck on the porch. "All right, where were we?"



Zombie number two takes a shot while thinking about how pretty the yard is. Molly takes time to inspect her jeans for lint, as it takes him two tries to get down the stairs.



I see "zombie attack!" queue up, and get excited. But wait! ONE ZOMBIE ATTACK CAN BE CANCELLED BY ANOTHER ZOMBIE TRYING TO ATTACK. "Braiii - Oh never mind, you bite her, old chap. I'll just hang out. Wait...NEVERMIND, I WANT THOSE BRAINS!"

This goes on for several hours. Finally, one is distracted enough for the other to get an attack in.



BUT HE IS OPENLY MOCKED BY MOLLY THE SUPERNATURAL FAN, CANCELLING HIS ATTACK! "Dude, totally not convincing. What is that? 'braiinnnnssseaugh...' My granny's tube socks are scarier than you."

MOLLY SHUTUP DON'T YOU WANT TO BE BITTEN?



"Ok, I'm psyched now, bite me!" she says, cheering and clapping her hands. But what's this? It's 4AM, the zombies are tired and cranky. Everyone stands around for a while looking at each other. There are some "aaaaaaarg"s and some halfhearted attempts to attack, always thwarted by stepping on each other's toes, until...finally...


They corner her against the house! There's no escape! She's wishing she could play computer games!



AND THE ZOMBIE GETS A HEADACHE WHILE TRYING TO BITE HER. "Oh, I'm so sorry," Molly apologizes, giving him a hot compress. He thanks her.

And then the sun came up and they turned back into regular people, and Molly went to bed.

The End.

Right there? She reminds me of another little girl with black hair in braids: (There is no way to embed video here is there? ) http://www.youtube.com/watch?featur...e&v=_YFk4b6yeX4

"Zombie Attack" seems to be just a joking interaction, while "Braaaains" is the actual zombie attack.
I wish we could have more interactions with the zombies, especially with our new supernaturals.
A zombie stumbled and waddled its way over to my werewolf Sim and attempts to bite him. So what does my lycanthrophic Sim do? He just laughs and makes faces.
Dude, if you can do so many "dog" interactions with a werewolf (scratch furniture, rub its belly, swat it on the nose with a newspaper), why can't you send him out to maul the zombies? No, it's not going to be appetizing, but they might think twice before trying to devour his perfect plants again.