Chapter Two: Hunger Strike

Welcome back to the Superfrog ISBI!

Last time, we saw my founder – who is also my simself – meet her partner through the Matchmaker. She ended up with Joe Graham – a guy from the gardening club with no money. While he ran around the house being random and funny, Sam got a job, got pregnant, had bavy Star, and got pregnant again.

If that doesn't sound familiar, I suggest going back and reading the first chapter.

Now! On Chapter Two: Hunger Strike!

We return to the Super household to find Star still adorable. But smelly. A typical event if Sam's at work – and she is at work, despite her pregnancy – and Joe being at home.

He's not useless as a father, just not a particularly good one.

“Why is it that when I come home, my baby stinks and then throws up on me?”

Because Joe pays her no attention ninety percent of the time.

Here, have an example.

“Daddy, play?”

“No, Daddy read.”

“* sob *”

“* couch slouch *”

Need I go through any more examples, or is this enough? You get the idea, though.

Then, on top of Joe's slouching, you have the hunger smustling.

Joe whines he's hungry, and then breaks out in a smustle. It's brilliant, because it reminds me to have Sam call him to dinner. Except when she's at work. Then we have problems...

But more on that later. Outside, Sam is about to bring the next child into the world.

Why is it in half of my challenges, that someone always gives birth in the street?

It's a girl! Named Vogue, because there was a stack of three Vogue magazines on my desk.

Once again, Joe looks absolutely delighted that he has a daughter.

But then again, maybe Joe is delighted he has another daughter. He did a celebratory smustle.

Things keep on getting worse for Joe. He can't find the fridge, can't find his bed, can't be bothered to pay his daughters any attention.

And he's standing right beside his bed in this picture. It's like the ultimate slouch.

In other news, Star grew up. She's still adorable, but I don't think there's much of Joe in her.

Vogue grew up the same night. She is also adorable! Look, she has Joe genes, too!

Grew up in a nice outfit, too. Perhaps that's what happens when you name someone after a fashion magazine?

Then I decided that I didn't trust Joe to look after the kids and hired a nanny. That and I didn't want him to die while Sam was at work – what if he started a fire or something?!

I already regret hiring her.

“I hate the eldest, and I haven't step inside the house yet.”

Joe seems to have a lot of problems at the minute.

“I'm STARVING! Control me! Direct me to a fridge!”

This doesn't look like it will end well.

Star, meanwhile, has discovered she has a talent for smustling. She gained that from her father, I assume, seeing as Sam doesn't smustle very often.

She also found the paper aeroplane Sam had in the first chapter. Like mother like daughter, I guess.

Back on the subject of Joe and his hunger strike, Sam finally realised there was something up with her husband.

Never mind the fact she was worried because of low aspiration. It looks like she's worried about Joe, right?

And she was just to make him a meal, when something awful happened.

Joe starved to death. Oops.

And for some reason, Death wouldn't let Sam plead for Joe, either. So she just sobbed, while I sat there, cursing the computer. Then I had an idea.

I can't remember the last time I had a Death baby in my game, so I went ahead and got Sam pregnant with Reaper's child. I guess through every tragedy there is a little bit of joy? Maybe?

So Joe is gone. Which is not great, but I'll have to cope with it.

He now rests in the garden, while his daughters catch butterflies by his graveside.

I'm pretty sure the others won't die of hunger. Look, Star's already cooking for herself!

Dear Diary,

Joe passed away recently. Yet I'm showing signs of a pregnancy. How is this possible?!

...it must be pretty surprising to discover you're carrying Death's baby, I guess.

All of this death comes with free mental breakdowns, too! What a bargain!

“Just try to relax. Don't even think about the fact you're a widow with two uncontrollable children and a third one on the way.”

“I feel so much better remembering that fact.”

“* sigh * Joe's dead.”

Yes, and you're stuck with me for a creator, who has NO pictures of your pregnancy because she left the game unpaused by accident when she ran downstairs to have a debate with her brother.

True story.

Still, the kids seem okay even after my mistake.

Star brought home Isaiah Gavigan, a bin sim, who gets along well with Vogue. Childhood friends? Most definitely!

This has taught me to double-check my game is paused before running off. It's time for the third child to be born.

“I stink!”

“Vogue! I'll change you later, baby's coming!”

Nothing quite like giving birth when surrounded by strangers, is there?

“Look a baby!”

It's another girl! This one is named Story, because I have the Toy Story 3 DVD on my desk. If she was a boy her named would have been Pixar. :D

That night, Vogue grew up, wearing pink pyjamas, no less.

She's adorable! Out of Star and Vogue, Vogue got the most Joe genes, I think.

Looks like Vogue got the smustling genes, too, smustling right in front of the fridge her father couldn't find.

Yes, I do love Vogue...I'm not allowed to have favourites, though.

Star and Vogue get along well, too. Yes, that is Vogue in the blue snowsuit, not some random boy.

For some reason, they play rock-paper-scissors outside, by Joe's grave. It's strange, they don't ever play that game in the house.

Pretty soon, it's time for Story to grow into a toddler.

She's adorable, but looks the same as every other death baby. Ah well. She's still the daughter of Death.

Story automatically becomes a handful after she grows up. Everythnig from playing in the toilet to splashing in the puddles in the broken bathroom.

This annoys her mother.

“Ugh, the bathroom's a wreck! Mental breakdown!”

Did I mention that Vogue also inherited the slouch?

Also, she grew up into the red private school uniform. The slouching and uniform do not work well together, but the uniform's pretty cool.

Maybe Star did get her smustling skills from her mother.

The family that smustles together, stays together, but Vogue is too busy throwing a tantrum to join in at this moment in time.

Low aspiration! Yay!

Even Story joins in with the dancing! It's just Vogue too busy to join in.

Breakdowns are all the rage, apparently. All the cool kids have imaginary therapists, of course.

Because Sam is lonely (and still rolling wants for babies) I call up the gypsy matchmaker again.

“My husband's dead, find me a new one?”

The Matchmaker looks very unimpressed but obliges.

And she drops us Toby Bruenig. Unreasonable love for the Garden Club, methinks.

Sam seems to like him, though. Maybe she'll slowly work her way through the Garden Club?

“You're a widow with three kids. I don't think so.”

Toby and Sam just don't click, and the date ends as “okay”. Ah well. Maybe next time.

Here is where I will leave you, this time!

Join me and Supers next time for more cute/smustling/random stuff and teenagers! Also, I'll be holding the heir poll after the next chapter!

Thanks for reading!