Far away from Eden, Ep. 8.2.: Showtime!
Description: Chapter 8.2. of my Apocalegacy: Dressing, Killing, Growing, Topping, Singing, Killing again...;)
Family Name: Fulton
Lot Name: Gates Factory
Categories: Komodie,Lebensgeschichten der Sims,Satire

Oh yeah... this will look good...
Oh, hello readers... well, welcome to
a new installment of the 'Far away
from Eden-Vampogacy' - I'm Bethany
Eden-Apocalypso... and believe me,
at the end of this chapter, you'll all
worship me, eheh... well at least all,
that are still alive then... or alive
again, that depends... anyway, to sum
up, what happened so far: my...
family, the Edens, are still trying to
break the grip of vampires, dancing
zombies, evil aliens etc. who torment
our neighborhood - too bad, that I've
just realized, that I'm the daughter of
Plutonium Apocalypso, son of
Uranium, the most vicious Alien that
ever terrorized Simkind... guess, we
won't get a happy ending, so better
be the hunter then the hunted...
if you want to know more, read the
former chapter first. Rules for the
Legacy and Apocalypse Challenge
can be found at www.legacy
challenge.com and/or
www.boolprop.com... okay, that's all,
now get out of my wardrobe, I still
need some... dressing, lol...

Location: Gates factory, awesome lot made
by Vindicare at mts2.com, current
headquarter of Uranium Apocalypso,
because it's totally awesome...;)

... Bethany Eden-Apocalypso's Wardrobe,
entrance...
... Dum-de-dum... a bit more of this,
and that, and this....oh yes...

"Frammit, girl, you don't have all day!
Move it, will ya?"
" Ma, give her some time... after all,
she said, she wanted to look good
when she joins our team and..."
" She's - three - potty-goddamn -
hours - in there - now, you moron!
What are we, the evil guys of this
Legacy or a beauty contest?!"
...coming, Granny, coming...
"... about time. What took you so long,
hid a corpse in the...?"

TADA! Now, what do you say, like
it?
*GASP*
"... I see...."

Pretty neat, right? From mts2.com,
clothing by Ronielias, clothing mesh
by Aadvarkams, hair by Plicka,
piercings by sleepless angel, the
earrings are from rosesims2.com, and
then there's also some other stuff I
don't really remember where it
comes from - I love it!
-----
Wow..., now this IS a transformation,
isn't it?! And yes, it's still the same
Bethany (see above), just with a different
skin color and stuff...

" *Gasp*... Be... Bethany, you...."
" Hmmm... well, it's a bit too much
Goth and far too much accessory for
my taste... but hey, you're the one who
has to like it..."
Oh, thank you, Granny... and what
do the others say to my new look?

" Wooaa... I may just speak for myself,
but you look hot, girl..."
...*giggle*... thanks, Larch..
...Pffft... typical... she gets appropiate
clothing, while I'm still stuck in this
maxis-made stuff I was uploaded to the
exchange...
" Ah, black.... black is always good, it
shows your bond with the dark..."
" Bah, you look like a [censored]!"

Oh, you don't like it, Julia?
" Correct, I don't like it! I know, your
Grandmother is a tramp, but you...
and it just had to be Goth, right?"
What do you have against Goth,
Julia?
" Goths are Barbarians! They fought
against Rome! They weakened us,
they stole our culture, they usurped
our empire! Isn't that enough?!"
Awww, Julia, that's too bad... I'm
sorry about that...

... now die.
" AAAAAAARRRRGGHHHHH!"
... eheh, you're right, Goths are bad
for romans...

" OH MY.... she killed Julia!!"
" Mhmm... you have grown strong,
dear... but I wonder if your feelings on
this matter are clear..."
... I have to admit, I'm a bit surprised,
too... I mean, Uranium already killed the
others... we're all, who are left... isn't that
a bit counterproductive...?
" SORRY, MAY I PASS...?... DAMN,
WHAT'S WRONG CURRENTLY IN
THIS NEIGHBORHOOD... FIRST
ALL THE OTHER BAD GUYS...
NORMALLY I'M ONLY OCCUPIED
WITH THEIR VICTIMS, AND
NOW..."

" ... AHA, JULIA CAESAR,
DAUGHTER OF RENEE A.K.A.
COWFORBRAINS AND OCTAVIAN
A.K.A. AUGUSTUS CAESAR...
GUESS, SHE HAD IT
COMING...AGAIN... "
I still say, it wasn't necessary...
Awww, Larsee, my poor, speech-
impaired friend, don't cry...

...HEY! What do you mean, 'speech-
impaired'?!
Well, your strange speech
impediment, talking only
incursive letters, of course...
This isn't a 'speech impediment', that's
my normal way of talking - and you're the
right one to throw jokes, you speak in
'bold'!
Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't joking, Larsee,
I was really concerned...

... nah, just kidding! Now die.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH
HHHH!!!!!!
...Eheheh...

" Waah! She's crazy! She'll kill us all!
HELP!"
" Umff... get down from me, you... I'm
an old man, I can't..."
" AW MAN... NOT
AGAIN...COULDN'T YOU AT LEAST
GIVE ME ENOUGH TIME TO TAKE
A SHOWER?..."

" Okay, that's it! Stop it, Bethany!"
Awww... but it's so much fun, Dad...
" That's not the point! Your abusing
your black sheep power! Larsee is...
was...right, you just can't kill our
remaining forces...!"
" Pfft, why not..? Inviting all these
Losers over was not my brightest idea,
I admit... and I never liked Julia
anyway, and Larsee has been already
killed in her own apocalypse..."
" Ma, you're not helping..."
Oh, it's okay Dad, I understand...

... now die.
" NOOOOOOO!!!"
Ha, Ha, got ya... just a joke, Dad...
funny, isn't it, Granny?

" Hmmm... seems, like you like.. 'to be
a killer'*, right, Beth?"
*Lol*... got me, Granny..
" Well, as much as I'm pleased, that
you've finally joined our side, your
father is right with one thing - you
have to stop fooling around, we have
more important things to do than
randomly killing people..."
... um, about that, Granny... no
offense, but...
------
*'be a killer' - idiom for 'a good joke'

... you suck!
" W... What?!"
... yeah, well, see: originally, you
wanted to get in control of the evil
vampires in this vampocalypse,
right? Well, did you succeed?
Actually no, my... stepdad Benjamin
Long had already built a Counter
army and crashed them... or better,
scattered them... I mean, does anyone
still know, which vampire was on
which side..? Anyway, then you
wanted to control our family by
kidnapping my Mom - did it work?
No, Daddy couldn't even hold
Grandpa and my Uncle, thanks to the
Grilled Cheese Deity...not to
mention, when you kicked this
'Sonicdude' out and he started to
make his own zombies... and finally
the idea with inviting all the villains
to make this neighborhood a new
breeding pot of evilness... they
deserted you the moment this puny
servo kicked you out of your own
base... you have to admit, that's a
rather pathetic display so far...

" You... You... have you even an idea,
what I went through, to get where I
am today?! Okay, not everything went
according to plan, with that you're
right... but if you think, that I'll give
up now, you're even dumber than
your father... I'll show these...!"

" Ah, Ah, Ah, Granny, think of your
blood pressure... and hey, don't sweat
it, now I'm there, and together, we
will rock this neighborhood -
promise!"
"... you're a really spoiled brat, you
know that...?"

"... but I like your style... soooo... what
do you suggest then, we should do
next, hm?"
... well, Granny, how about we start a
little vendetta first..?... payback time
for all the guys, that went in our way,
so they can't bother us anymore?
"...which will involve a lot of killing,
right?"
Yup.
"... heck, why not... after all, I still have
to settle the score with the GCD when
she turned me into a family Sim in
SnootCB's Apocachocolypse... but she
lives in the Simselfs Lair, do you think
you can do that?"
Piece of cheesecake, Granny!
" Well, then...don't let me keep you... "

... Dum-de-dum...
" Do... do you think, that's a good
idea, Ma?"
" What can go wrong... and she's right,
hiding in the shadows won't do it
anymore, we have to get more
active...she's our trump card now..."
"... I have a really bad feeling about
this, Ma..."

Legacy Lot:
Dear Diary,
It's now over a week, and my husband
Nick still did not come back - and he's a
vampire, for crying out loud! What could
have happened to him?*
----
*FYI: read last chapter, and you can
imagine, what happened to Nicolai
Wood...

I've cried a lot these last days... being a
family Sim was never so hard... especially
at day, when my vampiric family has to
meditate or sleep, I feel alone... I know,
that I'm pregnant again, and Baby Cecil
needs my attention... Uncle Tony helps
me of course, but it's so... so...

... I was never so thankful, that Don... I
mean Mr. Zombie, my... manager.. comes
over every day... remember, he's the leader
of the dancing zombies in our
neighborhood (I still don't understand,
why this Mr. Sonicdude wanted dancing
zombies...), and therefore, he's also taken
it his responsibility to help me climb the
ladder of the music career...he's really
great, the success of our
aCapella/stepdance-zombiegroup is all
thanks to him... or as he says: 'If I can't
make any Chili here because of this
culinary restriction, then at least I should
do something useful'...

Dear diary,
It's now some time, since Nick
disappeared... I try to go on with my life...
thankfully, little Cecil is developing
great... today he became a toddler...

... I think, he shares some of the features of
his father...

... and perhaps even his grandfather!
Doesn't this cute little snub nose look like
Daddy Long's Nose?
-----
definitely sure: Nose: Long, longer...
Benjamin Long! :o

... and he's as smart as his Mommy...
aren't you, Cecil?! He learned walking
the first night of his toddlerness... aw,
Mommy is so proud of her little darling...

... so I feel really bad, when I need to go to
work... I know, it's necessary, to make life
easier for my family and everyone else...

... but I can hardly bear the fact, that Cecil
will probably cry in vain for his mommy...
or his Daddy...

... that's why I'm grateful, that uncle
Tony is there... by the way, Cecil's second
word was 'unwle'...

... and my uncle might be a bit grumpy
and strict, but he's great with children...

... though he already told me, that's the
last time, he'll do this: 'One more stinky
diaper, and I swear, I'll burn down this
house!'

However, even with such gruesome
threats, he's always there for the kids, my
little Cecil... and my baby-uncle June. Of
course, he's not a baby anymore, he's
already little boy, but it's still strange to
realize, that my grandparents are still able
to pop children, even when their great-
grandchildren are already born...

... uncle June, however, doesn't seem to
pay attention to this fact... though he likes
to learn and skill... have to admit, he
reminds me of myself... when I was his
age, I wanted to make my... deceased
father, General Long, to be proud of me, so
I threw myself into the books, learned
everything available... It took till college to
make me realize, that not paying attention
to the needs of others and
overrationalising everything wasn't the
right way... I hope, he doesn't follow my
footsteps...

Dear Diary,
today I felt the first movements from
within my belly! I'm so excited! Mom is
happy too, so are my grandparents...
uncle Tony looks like he wants to kill me,
though...

... and baby-Uncle June... well, he's telling
his friends (he has friends? more like 'lab
rats'!), that I'm looking like a beach ball...
this little...

... well, perhaps he stops being a brat once
he grows up...

... of course, he became a knowledge Sim,
like his older brother, uncle Tony... they
are really alike now, like clones...
-----
FYI: rolled apiration - Knowledge
aspiration... wise choice, dice... ;)

Naturally, he didn't lose any time with
partying around, that was Grandma's
and Grandpa's job, instead he maxed his
body skill via reading...

... and then he went on an outing
downtown with uncle Tony... to learn
billiard, of course...

... then getting himself fit for Uni by
doing some Yoga and dance... or perhaps
just modern dance...

... and finally finding himself a
girlfriend... poor girl, it's obvious, that
this won't last long... he's already
married to his studies after all...

... and for his spare time, he already took a
job in the embassy... well, it's not me to
judge him... as I said, I wasn't so different
that days...

Dear Diary,
today was Cecil's birthday - he grew up
into cheerful little boy! It's strange, we're
now four generations of apoca-kids under
one roof, and none of us ever experienced
a bad birthday or other misfortunes...
must be Grandma Anais's bloodline, no
matter how hard it is, we only grow
stronger...

... for example, I don't mind, that Cecil
has now joined his... grand-uncle's
devotion to the books... I think, they are
competing with each other...

... and Cecil is profiting from it very
well...

... so does uncle June... he's now without
doubt the smartest child in the
neighborhood...

... but does this stop his enthusiasm? No,
now he's even putting his skills into use
to make toys and robots... I don't
remember being THAT enthusiastic his
age...

Dear Diary!
Our family has a new member... no, not
my baby, it's still some time till then... no,
but uncle Tony adopted another stray as a
playmate for our cat Barry - I told you,
that we have a cat (third generation
already), right?

... her name is Blender, by the way... she
turned out to be a really agressive cat...
chased a stray dog two times her size
away...hopefully she and Barry will go
along...!

... it seems, that we don't have to worry at
all... perhaps I'm not the only mommy
here soon...

Dear Diary!
I did it! I've reached the top! My costume
nearly killed me, but with my latest
concert, I climbed the last steps to true
fame! As a nice side effect, my
interpretation of the 'Ode to the top C'
resulted in a massive collapse in the
structure of the nearby glaciers, and gave
way to a forgotten cavern, filled
masterpieces of classic art, hidden there,
when the evil vampire army went
rampaging through the neighborhood,
destroying any art they suspected to be
discriminating to vampires (sundawn
pictures, still lifes with garlic etc.). Also,
the collapse of the glaciers changed the
weather drastically, the snowclouds faded
away...

....and we finally could watch the stars at
night again... at least one in our family
did so till sheer exhaustion...

... and together with the reappearance of
art and easels, the creative juices were
flowing again all around the
neighborhood...
" That's a nice explanation, how lifting
the music restriction changed things,
dear..."
... thanks Mom... but I'm still narrating,
okay?

.... ehr, anyway, dear diary, as I said, the
creative juices were flowing again, and
soon, people were doing sculptures and
paintings and... well everything... of
course,my family was also affected...
that's for example, are the portraits of
the... matriarchs of our family...
" Not to forget the legay points for
them... *sigh* I still hate him, but I'm
starting to miss the retarded helmet
guy..."
Grandma, I'm still narr.. but don't worry,
I bet, he's okaaaayyyyy...

"...YYYYAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRG
GGGGGHHHHHHHH.... hfff...hhhf....
baby is
com...OoOOOOOOOOOHRRR...."

Dear Diary!
I HAVE A DAUGHTER! World, say
hello to Celia Eden - heiress to the fourth
generation of Edens! She has my Eyes and
my Skin color... seems, like these genetical
traits are really strong, cause that's still
the same combination her great-
grandmother had!

Dear diary,
something's not right... it's getting colder
again... I thought, that lifting the restr... I
mean, the collapse of the glacier would
revert the neighborhood to its 'old' state...
but its still cold and snowing and...
"Wooah, what's that now about... I
thought with lifting music, eternal
winter would...?"
... Mom, narrating...! ... well, I guess,
that's another subplot...

... anyway, Uncle June is now of that age -
I mean, he's a teen and it's tuesday - that
he could enter university... with a bunch
of scholarships (like me), all skills maxed
(like me) and some badges (like me, doh!),
it won't be a problem for him to fulfill all
expectations... and he knows it, according
to the little smirk he gives me... Since my
poor sister mysteriously disappeared on
the way, Mom insisted, that I bring him
personally there... this is going to be a
long trip...

Dear Diary,
Our Uni Loft hasn't changed a bit since I
graduated... actually I expected Brian to
turn it into some kind of love motel...

... well, at least he's working on the love...
hmm, so that's why our Prof in Literature
was absent all the time...

... oh, by the way, that's a picture of uncle
June after his enrolment... gives him a
kinda cool look... hopefully he'll stand up
to it...

... nah, I don't think so...

... could've guessed it... even I wasn't that
nerdy - 100 friends, remember?

... he didn't even need friends to get into
the SS, me and Brian were enough... and
the third one he met over internet, I
believe...
" Just to your information, niece, I
have friends, okay?! And don't give
me this 'Oh, I love babies and puppies
and aah, but uncle june is so nerdy
and mean'... you of all the people
knew best how to p... people off, and
you weren't even knowledge
then...and don't call me 'uncle June' all
the time, my name is 'Alexandre
Junior' !"
... you called me a 'beach ball', when I was
pregnant...
" *ehem*... sorry to interrupt, but...
would you please turn, so I can do my
chicken dance and handcuff you...?"
" Would you mind?! I'm having a
conversation with my niece here, you
pervert!"
" I'm not a..."
" Ah, come on, you're getting excited
doing this crap, right?! You're one of
these sickos, who..."
... See? Mean.!.. better leave now...

Dear diary,
It's still cold and snowy around here...
but now I finally have a clue, why...

.... after I ran into the Giekes... they told
me a rather crude story... how they
worked for the Countess, who wanted a
time machine, because she was in fact a
thousand-year old demon teen from the
garden eden and wanted to kill her
boyfriend, who ditched her for my
Grandmother, and how she killed them
and their son then finished their work, but
also built a killer robot who should kill the
Demon Countess, but then accidentially
fell into the time machine, which revived
them... anyway, they also told me, that
they built a weather machine for fun, that
caused this eternal winter, and were now
trying to undo this, but needed money for
material... don't know why, but... I
believed them... hey, they were homeless
and broke, at least it would be a good
deed...

... so I ordered Do... my manager... to set
up a benefit concert for them to collect the
money...
" We could've just given them money
from our own funds, you know..."
" Ma, are you crazy?! We already did
so much for the neighborhood, at least
they can support us, too one time..."
Ma, Grandma... would you please finally
stop breaking my diary narration?!
Please?! And I'm not only doing this for
the Giekes, but also for the other poor and
homeless...
"... and for subplots?"
... *sigh*, yeah, for subplots, too...

... ehr, anyway, Don was more than eager
to support my idea, and ordered his
zombie fellas to build a great concert stage
- it took some CC from mts2.com, like
Lethe s's 'Stage gear set' and Kapu's
'AmaHevy Concert stage construction
set' - , and of course, it had to be within
apocalyptical requirements - 8x8 etc...
...have to admit, I'm actually a bit excited
about this...

Dear Diary,
today is the great day... the concert'll start
soon... I'm really nervous... though I've
already had great concerts in the past, this
one could actually change a lot of things
in the neighborhood... don't know, it's the
cold outside or just me, but I'm shaking...

... thankfully, Don is there, to calm me
down... *sigh*

... and perhaps the little ride to the stage
will do the rest... sorry, have to go now,
diary... tell you later, how it went...

"... sooo, Don... how's Samara and the
kids?"
" Oooh, they're doing fine... it's still a
bit trouble without more than one
bowl of chili per day..."
" Why are you not doing some
outings? We're doing it constantly..."
" Oh... rather not... Samara isn't really
into Outings, this whole social
interactions aren't really her style..."
"... and dates?"
"... we had none so far..."
" Trouble in the marriage?"

" Trouble? Nah, that's not it... it's
just..."
" It's not because of me, isn't it?"
" No!...of course not - What gives you
that idea?!"
" Well, you've done a lot for me, Don...
you've supported me, helped me with
my career, you were there for me,
when Nick disappeared... maybe
Samara just feels a bit left out... or... I
mean..."
" Oh Please, Samara and I are adults...
I mean, you don't really think, she
could think, we would..."
" No, of course not... I know, you and
Samara are meant for each other...
always were, right from the start...
and I'm the last one who'd question
that..."

"... but... just between you and me...
if... just if... you've never met each
other, would... would you... consider...
I mean...don't get this wrong, but..."
"...ehrrr..."

*Smoooooch*
-----
FYI: Just to clear it up: Don was created
as Family Sim in CAS (Pre-Samara
Secret Society - Don Zion was one too, I
think) - and never changed to Grilled
Cheese later - in short: he and Bea now
have Triple bolts (true love handicap,
remember?)... first Plutonium, now
Don... this neighborhood somehow creates
these coincidences on purpose...

- no comment -
*Lullaby* - Hey, he fathered two
children, after becoming a zombie (see
candies Prettacy), so it's not that weird...

"..."
"..."
"... we're there..."
" ... yeah, seems so..."
"... you better hurry, the show is about
to start..."
"mhhhmm..."
"..."
"... I'm sorry..."
"About what?"
"...well, we..."
"Nothing happened, okay? Nothing!"
"...right... see you later?"
"... I'm with the audience... and my
family..."
"... okay...thanks, Don..."

Benefit Concert stage:
*Cheers* *Whistles* *Other obnoxious
loud sounds*
" BEA, WOOOOOHOOOOOO!"
" ROCK ON, ROCK ON!
" YAAAEYYYYY! "
etc.

" ...*clears throat*... here it
goes Alllright...!... what's that for a
lame Welcome here tonight...?... only
braindead zombies here?"

*HELL, YEAH*
...Ooops... actually true...this was rather
meant as a joke to turn... oh, whatever...
" WOO, Bea, right here!"
" That's - Granny! Ma! Gramps! You're
here, too?! "
"What do you think - staying home
while you having all the fun? Let's
rock, girl!"

" Hahaha... have you heard that, guys?
My grandparents are here, actually
begging me to turn the music
LOUDER! Should I do that?! Should I
obey them?"
*HELL, YEAH!*
" PFFFT... what am I here... in the
international boyscout convention?
Obey... oh please... but okay... and
later we bake cookies and sit around
the campfire, yes...?... but perhaps
that's not such a bad idea, considering
how many people out there would
love to have such luxury as a fire... or
just cookies to eat... That's why we're
doing this concert, to support them...
and to make the conditions a bit better
for them as well,like ending this ice
age finally... for this, my thanks
tonight goes to the Giekes, who have
promised to find a way ending the
eternal winter...sadly they can't be
here now..."

Gieke residence... still under
construction...:
"Hey, Mom, Dad, they're talking
about us!"
"Yes, honey... Gerd, why wouldn't you
go to the concert..after all, it's for us to
help...."
"Lucy, we're also responsible for all
this... and we would there be among a
crowd of vampires, zombies and
remaining humans... I don't think, it
would be safe for us..."
" *Brrrzl* RULEBREAKING,
RULEBREAKING, You're breaking
RULES, RULES *SPAZZZRL*..."
" And you shut up, 8x8, or you'll spent
the rest of the night in the trashcan
again!"
----
FYI: 8x8 is the metal block on the ground
- he changed back into... oh just read last
chapter...

F.a.f.E. Simself Lair:
"... and I also like to thank the new built
media stations, who sponsored our concert
as well and provided us with a direct
satellite link, so we can reach any TV
within range of the neighborhood, in case
someone isn't able to make it here, where
the real show goes on..."
" Bah, we should've gone there...
what's the fun watching it from TV...?"
" Are you kidding? This is a
Truecolor-Plasma Mega TV - with that
we can see the Show in Over-Lifesize
and Realistic Colors - you've seen it,
there are only zombies, vampires and
a few suicidals there... and we aren't
even allowed to cowplant them,
without ruining the concert... I prefer
it warm and comfortable instead of
pressing myself against cold
corpses..."
----
FYI: 'Super Mega TV' Johnr2000 at
mts2.com - a must for every Sim
Cinema...

"...okay, this been said, next topic on
the list: the 'wish for song' -list... for
this concert, anyone could sent in
his/her favourite song, and we will
play it... well, let's see, what we
have..."

"..mmhmm... 'Zombie' by the
Cranberries... 'Thriller' by Michael
Jackson...'Your brains' by Johnathan
Coulton... everything from Rob
Zombie... urgh, is there perhaps at
least one song, that doesn't has to do
with zombies...?...hm...no... no....
nein... njet... ie... or wait... awww, this
one's cute..."

...okay, folks, I know, you're burning to
hear some hard rock/punk/metal music,
preferably one with zombies, right...?...
okay, here's the deal: for the rest of the
concert, we'll play the whole range... but
first - since my children are probably
watching TV right now with their uncle -
after that you'll send them to bed, d'ya
hear me, uncle Tony? - we'll first play one
little song for them... it's a nice song,
really... 'Part of your world' by Alan
Menken, about a little girl... with a
finn..."

"... Little Mermaid?! She wants to play
a Disney song first?!"
"Hey, what do you have against this
song? I think, it's wonderful... I
mean..."
"... you sent in this wish, right?"
"Ehrr...yeah... actually, I still love all
these disney songs from my
childhood... a bit sentimental perhaps,
but..."
"...and why am I the one, who throws
this at you? Perhaps I like this song,
too?"
"...uhm... because you were the first
Simself, who made the angry face for
this picture, to show my guilty
conscience about my childish... drat,
now I've broken the fourth wall
again... but okay, if you want, we can
reshoot this oooooo...."

"...oOOOoOOOWOWOooWOOoo...H
ELP, I'M DROWNING...I'M *BLUBB*
*BLUBB*...."

" Oh... my...!"
" What happened?!"
" Nemo-clone died!"
"Who?"
" The Nemo-Doppleganger, who
stayed with us and... oh, just read the
former..."
" *SIGH* AND AGAIN... EVENING,
PROFESSOR, HI RENEE... OKAY,
WHERE IS IT THE PATIENT...?"
" Evening, Reaper... over there... and
the Killer is..."

...oops.. guess, that would be me....
*sigh*, and I was so sure, that I
aimed at the GCD, eheh...sorry...

" Oh my... it's Bethany! And she killed
Nemo!"
" You Bastard!"
Thanks! Considering, what a whimp
my Dad is, this is actually a
compliment...
" *sigh*... great... another Uranium-
Wanna-be with this stupid 'Oh, I'm so
evil, I'm even worse than my
Ma/Grandma/Lost twin sister
Uranium'-concept... I need a drink..."
... Toast, right? Look at it my way...
no matter, what I'll do, it'll be aways
compared to Granny... 'Oh, she's
totally like/unlike etc. Uranium'...
come on, gimme me a break... okay,
'nough small talk... you're the GCD,
right? Granny has sent me to kill
you, so would you please be so kind
and...

" YOU..are you even aware, what
you're saying?!"
Yeah, I told you, that I'm here to kill
you and if you would be so kind to...
"... Bethany, your mother and I are
best friends...!"
Yeah, so what?
"... *sigh*... don't you think, that she
would be really sad, if she knows, that
her daughter has become a merciless,
psychopathic killer who murders her
friends, family or anyone that crosses
her way?!!!"
...Ahh, now I get it, you're trying to
use psychology on me, right? Trying
to show me the errands of my ways
etc. ...eheheh, nearly got me for a
moment...

" Okay, that's it! I'm the Goddess of
Grilled Cheese, a deity - I don't need
to deal with little kids, who try to
impress their evil grannys...!"
Bla, bla, bla... man, you sound even
more boring then Granny and her
potty cult... I think it's stupid,
worshipping a toilet.. or in your case,
a smelling piece of acidified, roasted
milk...

...anyway, I bet, you expect some
kind of titanic battle between you
and me now, but tell you what, I'm
not really in the mood after this talk
about my mom - so instead, just die
already!
"
IIIIIIEEEERRRRHHIIIAAAARRRRRR
!!!!!

"...*SIGH*... YOU KNOW, I
ACTUALLY WANTED TO SEE THE
CONCERT..."
Sorry, Grim, but you'll be needed
here a bit longer...
"...DIDN'T YOU JUST WANTED TO
KILL THE GCD?"
I've rescheduled... but if you're so
eager for some music, I know a song,
that is just perfect for this occasion...

FYI: ... okay, perhaps it's a bit late to say
that (Yes, I'm a ghost now, but that wont
stop me) ... but anyway: for the following
pictures, I highly recommend younger
readers to close their eyes... at least for
every second picture from now on, to
avoid any psychic damage... you'v been
warned!
Also, I want to emphasize, that Bethany's
actions are in no way directed against
specific Simselfs, she just randomly
picksss.... *SPRRRZL*
" Drat, short circuit... why did she kill
me by drowning...? ... how should I
type, when I'm leaking constantly...?"

Concert stage:
'Look at this stuff
Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's
complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl
The girl who has everything?'

F.a.f.E. Simself Lair:
'Excitment abounds, I almost can't
wait!
Relax, I don't want your bowels, I
already ate.
Though I do tend to generally stab,
Stab Sims right through the
back,' eheh...

'Look at this trove
Treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around here you think
Sure, she's got everything'

'Look at this Lair, what does it hold?
What shall I butcher them with fire or
cold?
Running from me, sure you'd think,
"She's a pathological, blood-thirsty,
homicidial maniac!"

'I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty
I've got whozits and whatzits galore
You want thingamabobs?
I've got twenty!
But who cares?
No big deal
I want more'

'I kill kittens, and puppies, and
bunnies.
I slay teens, then toddlers and then
more.
You see a pet? I see just vermin.
But what then?
Can't you see?
I kill them all!'

'I wanna be where the people are
I wanna see, wanna see them dancin'
Walking around on those - what do you
call 'em?
Oh - feet!'

'I want to incinerate and decapitate.
I want to rip, just rip out throats and
faces!
Watching the Simselfs - oh what do
they call it?
Ah, grieve!'

'Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far
Legs are required for jumping, dancing
Strolling along down a - what's that word
again?
Street!
Up where they walk, up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free - wish I could be
Part of that world'

'I suppose, being nice, there's not
much to life.
All the time is wasted with loving,
feeling...
How does this not all make me - ah
what's that word again?
- heave!
You've no where to hide! No where to
run!
You're Lair here will burn like the
heart of the sun!
With infinite glee, it's going to be me,
that slaughters the world!'

'What would I give if I could live out of
these waters?
What would I pay to spend a day warm on
the sand?
Bet'cha on land they understand
That they don't reprimand their
daughters
Proper women sick of swimmin'
Ready to stand
And ready to know what the people know
Ask 'em my questions and get some
answers
What's a fire and why does it - what's the
word?
Burn?'

'How can I glare into these eyes and
then not stab them?
How can I stare at their loss and then
not laugh?
I'd cut them in half, then I'd crash
some
satellites onto their shoulders.
and after splatting, I'd kill the
remaining,
right by their ash!
With all that effort, I'm now a bit
bored
- hey, I've got urges and need to fulfill
them!
And 'bout my mayhem I simply don't
- what's the word? -
- care!'

'When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love, love to explore that
world up above?
Out of the sea
Wish I could be
Part of that world'

'The stench in the air! The smell of the
gore!
The carnage far greater then any war!
My legacy...
Death becomes - me!
I'll slaughter the world....'
... oh, I love this song.... *sigh*...
-----
- part of that world, song from'disney's
little mermaid', by Alan Menken -
- slaughter your (sim)world, simmified
version of the parody of the little mermaid
song for the webcomic 'Looking for group'
by blind ferret production - watch the
original parody on youtube! -

... okay, now you can read again freely...
"... and now, what you've all waited
for: Zombies, Horror, Blood - Let's
rock!"
...or not...

Later...
" WOOOO...BEA, BEA, BEA...!"
" D'ACCORD, D'ACCORD..."
" Oh, dear, I'm so proud of you..."
" *Snif* thanks mom... and actually..
without Mr. Zombies Help, I
wouldn't..."
" Bah, it was nothing... ehrr... well,
now... umm, how about, if we
celebrate our little success with a bowl
of chili... at my little place?"
" Oh, that's a generous offer, Mr.
Zombie, but... oh, why not, I haven't
eaten since college after all (no
kidding)..."

"... but I'm still a bit angry, I didn't get
the C right during the song, when..."
" Ah, come on, Bea, show is over...
relax..."
" Pfft... yeah, Mrs. Eden, you're taking
this all too serious... and if you don't
mind, I just want borrow my husband
for a short time now... Don?"
" What? I mean... of course honey, I'm
all ears... what's the...?"

" GENERAL - DON - ZOMBIE !!!!"
"What the...?... Oh, no... I totally forgot
about that guy..."

" Dad, calm down... think of your
blood pressure... and I think, we
should get Mr. Simler out of the car
trunk, before he suffo..."
" I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT
MY BLOOD PRESSURE! I RATHER
WANT TO KILL THIS GUY!"
" Oh, ehrr... hello, Mr. Sonicdude,
you're already back? How was
vacation?"
" Oh, it was rather nice, though I
didn't had time to... DON'T CHANGE
THE SUBJECT! WHERE IS MY
ARMY? MY FORTRESS OF DOOM?
MY CROWN? MY COLLECTION OF
UWE BOLL MOVIES?!"
" Army...fortress of...crown
movies...what?"
" Grrghn... I - ordered you, General
Zombie, as my representative, to stay
here and conquer this neighborhood,
making me emperor, king...
whatever... now, WHERE IS IT?!"

" Hey, now just wait a minute - I told
you, I'm not a general, or conqueror or
whatever... and I'm definitely not your
minion, neither are the other
zombies!"
" YOU, You... I'll crash you with bare
hands, I'll..."
" Oh, I'm so scared... in case you
haven't realized, I'm a zombie...so just
kill me again, if you want, I need a
break anyway..."
" WOOOO... yes, Don, show him
who's boss... that's my hubby..."
"Mr... Sonicdude, right?... I hope, you
understand, that I, as the heiress of
this legacy, have to protest in
strongest terms about your request of
conquering our neighborhood... or
killing Mr. Zombie or..."

"...BEA, LOOK!"
"...Ma?"
"Over there... isn't that...?"

"...Bethany?"
" Bethany? Ma, that's just a... green
skinned goth girl carrying a resurrect-
o-nomitron... okay, at least it's
weird..."
" This IS Bethany!"
" Ma..."
" I know my baby, even in the
weirdest custome...BETHANY,
WAIT!"
" HEY, that's MY Resurrect-o-
nomitron she's carrying..."
from inside the car trunk: H..Hilfe, ich...
moechte raus...Luft...(translation:
H..Help...let me out...need Air...)
"Hold! stay here, you thief, my
Resurrect-o-nomitron...!"

Later... much later:
" Hfff...hfff... hold...my
Resurr...*pant*... my Sure...Hfff.."
" BETHANY!"
" hfff....Wait for us, dear!"
" Oh, hello, Anais... hm, shmmexy as
always, *drool*..."
" Count, The Mission..!"
" Sorry Count, no time for beating you
up today...*pant*... and Miss
Whatsyourname, a good advice, stay
away from this retarded
idiot....Hhhf..."
" Oh hello, Mrs. Eden... ehrr, I mean:
ARRRR, yer scurvy landlubber, you'll
be boarded..."
" *sigh* Mate, shush... I don't think,
these people know the way to tortuga,
either..."
-----
FYI: If you want to know, what it's about
the Count, Agent Snuggles, Captain Jack
and Frank the (pirate) stilt, read... well,
you know already... ;)

Location: Gates factory, still awesome lot
made by Vindicare at mts2.com,
headquarter of Uranium Apocalypso:
" Okay, show your worst, Palpatine!"
" Very well... one Death Star coming
right in...!"
" *Grmbl*... What’s taking her so
long...?"
" P... perhaps there were
complications, Ma..."
"Complications? For a single murder?
Don't make me laugh... This girl is just
plain lazy..."
Granny, I'm Ho-ome...!
" Finally... did you finally kill the
Grilled Cheese..."

"...De...it...y...? *shocked* "
" B... Beth... what's happened to...to...?"
To answer both your questions: Yes,
I did indeed kill her... and all the
other Simselfs as well in the
process... but then I suddenly had the
urge to do some shopping...eheheh...
" Bethany, you..."
... and I'd prefer it, if you wouldn't
call me 'Bethany' anymore... from
now on, you'll adress me
with: 'Empress...'

... 'Bethoria'...

'... the First, undisputed Ruler and
Mistress of all Simkind!'
- pretty neat, what, Granny? By the
way, hope you don't mind, that I
‘called’ a few guests over for dinner,
eheheh?
DUNDUNDUNDUNDUNDUNDUND
UNDUN...
to be continued...