I never manage to get past Gen 3. By that time they have so much money it's like I'm doing the same stuff over and over, train the toddlers, get them into private school, etc, etc. BUT! I just started a Legacy last night and gave myself 8 points worth of handicaps. So, it should at least be interesting. My little family of eggplant farmers. I also started them in the "Derelict Dreamhouse" lot. It was fun, but they've already got it cleaned up, and Gen 2 is just a kid.

Well, i started a legacy because i really lost interest in The Sims 2.. I was so excited about Sims 3 and was waiting for it. When i found out it wasn't coming out till June, i was like.. Okay lets just start a Legacy and put it on the net.. I'm doing my best and i actually put my first post on the net just yesterday. Hope y'all like it.. :howdy:

I got a question, but.. this thread doesn't seem to be too active.. o.o How do you make a Legacy neighborhood? Like.. with the spawning and such. o.o EDIT: Uh.. how DO you spawn townies..?

8 Simple Rules for Marrying My Heiress Daughter

1. You must be good looking. Enormous cheeks, huge jaws, long mouths, and sunken noses are immediate disqualifiers for your eligibility, no matter how much my daughter might love you. Overly long noses are okay under certain circumstances. Blonde or red hair will greatly improve your chances, as will any eye color that is not brown. Skintone does not matter.

2. Yes, we do indeed have a lot of money. It comes from a strong bloodline and many generations of existence. But unlike us, you are not entitled to it. You must earn your right to live in our large fancy house by remaining faithful to my daughter. Any attempts to sleep with the maid will result in your immediate expulsion and replacement. Also, you may not waste our riches. I know you want a game that costs more than $5,000, but will we ever actually need a bowling alley in our house? No. So there.

3. You are certainly a special young man, to be one of the few that has passed my criteria. But that does not make you better than me, or my daughter. Because you are not directly descended from our foundress, you are a second-class citizen, a temporary guest. No matter your level of intelligence, you are an oblivious idiot. You will be expected to cook the food and make the beds. You will be expected to do menial tasks we do not want to do, such as pay taxes. You are disposable, and the cowplant awaits if you annoy me.

4. Who’s that pale young man sleeping on our couch, not working, and eating all our food, you say? That’s my vampire-werewolf great-great-grand-uncle. He was the one who raised me while my mother, whom he also raised, was out woohoo’ing everyone on the block, so I love him very dearly. He is allowed to do whatever he wants, and you must be as tolerant and loving to him as we are. If you are not, then that is your own punishment, as he has 10 body points and will likely kick your ass. Also, don’t be offended if one of your daughters happens to have the hots for him, or vice versa. The same thing happened with my sister.

5. You will have children. Rather, you will sire children. I don’t care what you think of them, and frankly I don’t care if you ignore them, because my daughter, my great-great-grand-uncle and I can do a good job of raising them well, and we don’t need your help, except to change a diaper or give a bottle every so often. Failure to produce children means that you are a failure, and failure to produce beautiful children means that you are still a failure.

6. You will not stargaze with the family telescope under any circumstances whatsoever. I myself know personally what will happen to you if you do, as you can see from my daughter’s appearance, and I will take especial pains to make sure that does not happen to you. This is not so much for the sake of your own safety and sanity as it is for the fact that I do not even want to pretend to be a loving grandfather to an alien child that has no relation to me, or chance at being heir, whatsoever. Looking at the stars without a telescope is only acceptable after you have at least two children.

7. I honestly don’t care whether or not you’re in aspiration failure, and I think your insanity is hilarious. So please, do talk to the volleyball and dance with the mop. There is no way that I or anyone will move to stop you. Unless, of course, your whining comes to annoy me, in which case we will get that genie lamp that’s been sitting outside all those years to make you perma-plat and shut you the hell up. Be aware that this is a last resort. Pretending to go insane is no fun for anyone.

8. Once you have sired an heir, you are no longer immediately useful. Whether or not you will be killed off as an elder to make space in the house is entirely up to your children.