All of a sudden things seemed to have picked up the pace in the Goodmoney Patrtiarchy.

Good. Don’t you think we’ve had enough drama on my patch?

Yes, actually, Nathan. Plus you managed to do something very careless.

But more on that later – now, of course, having just two Goodmonies in the household means that time seems to fly by, and there are less earth-shattering announcements to be made.

"Hey Dad...why are we having cake for breakfast again?" "...Because I can't cook?" "Oh. Fair enough."

Even so, it may surprise you to know that we have in fact reached the last in a short line of Generation Six posts.

What?! Already?! Wowzas, Nathan, you sure are efficient.

Hey, thanks a lot, Adam!

He has since retired from his position in the fire department and can now drift around the Estate contentedly in his pink dressing gown (or bath robe if that’s what you call it) -

"Yes, I've had enough! You haven't even bothered to find me a new fire suit. I've been doing my job in a jacket and tie! I retire."

- Yup, that’s the fire service on the phone. Starting as he means to go on during his elder years.

Haha, LOL!!! You’re gonna – like – die…

Yeah, thanks Dad.

So that’s how it went. Perhaps retirement addles Nathan’s brains though, because he did in fact forget to pay the bills. And it cost us dearly.

"Mwahahaha! I'm going to leave behind all the expensive objects and steal the one thing you cannot replace!"

Perhaps…not…quite, so efficient then, Nat.

Such a shame. That costs us a legacy point.The only way to lose them too. And it’s happened twice.

Oh dear. Well, at least there are so many other opportunities to score two lost points won’t be missed. And if that wasn’t enough bad news, we learn that Jackie Goodmoney, Alexander’s wife, has passed on. Old age.

"It's okay, Alexander. You'll see her again soon enough"

He wasn’t very happy at all. Poor Alex. At least I’m not going to have to lose anybody myself.

So typically Nathan. Always the brave one seeing the bright side of things.

Yeah, and besides, I’ve got my ice, right?

Ice?! What?! 

"Yay! CHAINSAW TIME!"

 …Ah.

Heh, I remember how i kept myself occupied during my lonely elder years. I loved that trampoline…

It’s still there, Tobias, if you want a Ghostly go on it – in fact you can just about see it in this next picture which shows Daniel J Goodmoney meeting somebody new.

"Bleugh. Evil sim. And yet...hmm...."

She may be just a little older than him, but his interest is captured. Despite her Evil trait. She has the friendly trait too, you see, and that balances her out.

Plus according to Goodmoney tradition it makes her eligible to join the household by marrying an Alpha-male!

But she’s Evil!

Yeah – hasn’t he learned from my mistakes?

Yes, but, err-who?

Her name is Sherrie Nunez!

Isn’t insane and rotten to the core. Her friendly trait would make a great wife out of her.

Just a minute, just a minute. She hasn’t married him yet.  Let him make his own decision. His party came around soon enough before anybody knew what was happening it was time for Generation Seven.

"You mean to tell me I've got to shoulder a massive responsibility as soon as I blow out these candles?" "Yup."

"Okay, here we go...deep breaths, deep breaths."

 Ah, what the crap?! What is this place?!

Welcome, Daniel J Goodmoney, seventh Alpha-male of the Goodmoney Patriarchy.

Oh, so that’s what all this is about. Argh….right, okay…argh.

Calm down, Danny. If we’ve all done it, so can you.

No…Adam T Goodmoney? The Adam T Goodmoney?!

Less of the ‘the’ business – we don’t want him getting excited. I’m Robbie.

Justin. Tobias. Oli. Me, your Dad, obviously.

And I’m WishLine – the plumbob with all the answers.

So you can tell me who I’m going to marry? And how well I’m going to do?!

…No. That’s up to you.

Whoa…okay.

Right then – on with Generation Seven.  The atmosphere at the party was great! Goodmonies and lots of Danny’s old school friends.

"Mmmugh...awesome party, but I'm going to pass out in front of this flamey thingies and die, sooo...."

A quick zap with the seldom-used moodlet manager later and Danny was back, being the life and soul of his party.

"Now here's one called the Alpha male blues..."

You ought to be careful with those moodlet manager things, Dan. You wouldn’t want to get dependent on them.

Oh is that possible? Oh dear. I better not do that. But what if it’s too late, because I really worry about things like that…oh no…

Easy, Danny. You need to grow a coping mechanism if you’re going to hack this job. Nice to see you playing the piano back there by the way, Nathan!

It’s great fun. I jam so hard my hair flops around all over the place. I feel like a Young Adult again.

Who needs a piano for that?! I’m dead and I feel like a child!

Well just because some of us are permanently childish…

Ooo, low blow, are ya gonna take that, Dad?!

Stop! We need to advance the storyline!!!

Are they always like this?

Yup. Without fail. You’ll also become like it eventually. Once the party was over, Danny got himself dressed up and sorted.

"Does this pose look grandiose enough for you? I don't want my Alpha-male photo to be a let down or anything..."

He rolled the Schmoozer trait, making him a Good, Perceptive, Neurotic, Perfection-seeking Schmoozer who wants to reach the top of the Investigator Profession and solve 35 cases. He didn’t waste a moment getting registered to take cases.

"I'm going to be so perfect at this job I'll put the police themselves out of business"

And then heading off to the park to sweeten up Sherrie.

Heh, sweet sherry.

No pun intended. Seriously – I didn’t notice that until I’d said it.

"Now I'm old enough for you and everything, can we...kiss or something?" "Bit forthright aren't you, Danny?" "Eheh..."

I think Danny has made up his mind. I smell marriage.

But you haven’t got a nose.

It’s a figure of speech.

But she’s got the Evil trait. What about what happened to me, Danny, with your mother?

She didn’t have any redeeming qualities. My Sherrie does. Just wait and see, it’ll work out.

"Is that a yes?" "Suppose." "Awesome!" *leans in*

Coming between an Alpha-male in love and his woman is very dangerous. I’d know, I have seven generations of experience. They had a nice romantic night-time picnic and it already became clear something was going to happen here.

"Danny - would you pass the Evil source?"

The next morning brought in business for his fledgling detective career.

"So you want me to give you a spa treatment?" "No, I want you to hack a computer." "Oh. Fair enough."

In between Danny’s feverish attempts at hacking for money, Nathan perfected sculpting and got his son’s statue done.

"Does this ice make me look fat?"

No, don’t worry, Danny. The ice doesn’t make you look fat.

…Really?

Yes. It’s not the ice. You make you look fat. Try the treadmill, you might benefit from it.

 Or alternatively you might not benefit at all…

Yes, we know, Justin. Didn’t take long before Danny got back to work though.

*Hums* "Just hacking away in clear view in a public library..."

I like your big floppy hat! I wanna big floppy hat!

Well you’ve already got a hat, so no-go.

…D’aww…

Sorry. Well, Danny took Sherrie out for dinner later on…

"I see they've got in some Evil Soup!" "Do you really have to put 'evil' in so many sentences?" "Yes, I do."

And after a wonderful meal and date, he popped the question.

"Will you marry me, you lovely, malicious, beautiful evil love of my life?" "Yes, you wonderful soppy do-gooder, I will!"

She appears to have her eyes closed…

Sorry. Bad photo. In reality, she was thrilled and bouncing up and down. Wedding on the way in the next chapter. Keep a-checking back!

What was the point in the ‘a-’ really?

Oh, never mind.

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