Cola-Fizz: What happened? Did I get chosen heir after all? Is this where I start Generation 6?
Um. No. I found something else for you to do.
Cola: Like what?
Let’s call it an experiment.
Cola: Wait! Do you hear the windmill?
Cola: It says bad things are going to happen to me here.
Yes, I would have to agree with the windmill then. How do you feel?
Cola: Crotchety and wingless! Why?
Them’s the rules, bud. You’re still cute though!
Cola-Fizz Tart, oldest child and 6th Generation spare of my Tart ISBI. Since his younger siblings are still fighting over the heirship, Cola was automatically selected for this.
Cola: Screw that! I’m outta here.
No. No you are not.
Cola: Laterz, peeps!
Will you get back here, I am not through with you!
For the purposes of this adventure, Cola-Fizz had some changes. He is now an Insane, Hopeless Romantic Perfectionist that likes to cook and fish.
Cola: Say what? You did what to me?
It’s okay. It had to be done. You are 17 days from death Cola. You have to have and raise a child to full ADULT before you die. You can’t use a potion in any form. We either have to find a million life fruit plants or learn Ambrosia. It normally takes a sim all their life to learn that. You have less than three weeks.
Cola: Now I’m really gone. I thought I was the insane one?
You can’t escape me.
Cola: You robbed me of my life. In one second I went from teen to an old man.
Cola: You will not steal my university experience from me.
What are you going to study?
Cola: Science. I want to be able to clone DNA and make an army of plantsim babies.
An army? Really? Let me look into that real quick….
Okay. Have a couple. They live normal lifespans.
Cola: There are a lot of chicks here, but none of them are for me.
You have two weeks to decide, but until then, you better get to taking cooking and fishing classes.
Cola: I guess so.