Obligatory “holy shit it’s been four months,” post.
Yeah, even I didn’t realise it had been that long, and I’m truly sorry. Life has hit me like a freight train; graduation, getting two more jobs and then juggling the three of them over Christmas, getting RSI in my left hand and having eye surgery…yeah being an adult is hard ):
Bur! I’m not giving up and I actually have the next few chapters planned out, so here is my New Year’s Resolution for all the lovely readers (all five of you! <3) who have stuck around this long – at least one post every two weeks. I’m going to try for one update a week, but any chapters with an actual plot and staging may take a little longer, so I’ll keep you updated. I also need to start posting photos again, so keep an eye out!
So without further ado, I present to you Chapter Sixteen, where I remember no one’s name or what the hell was actually going on:
Time for another round of “How Isn’t This Legacy Dead Yet!” Exhibit A!
And Exhibit C! Natural selection really should have takes its course by now.
Kay: ‘Dammit, Mother, what are you doing! The fire won’t extinguish itself!’
Ramona: ‘Hush, dear, we need the insurance money.’
It’s no good trying to be a mother now. Most of them hate you.
Felix: ‘Yeah, this isn’t even my bed.’
So I finally caved and bought the baby walker and playpen, so now the toddlers can skill themselves, because this challenge definitely isn’t about parenting.
Kay: ‘Oh, quick, what’s that behind you?!’
Ramona: ‘Oh God – ‘
Kay: ‘ACTUAL RESPONSIBILITIES!’
I’m surprised Ramona hasn’t fainted from the strain.
Yeah, she has an actual job now, which is probably breaking the rules, but it’s not like I ever paid attention to them anyway. She’s only making tea at the offices.
Garth grew up, and only the important people cared.
December for king.
Lynette is just continuing her trend of being ignored, apparently.
Loving the mix of skin tones we’ve got here! Lynette rolled Social Butterfly, Garth got Workaholic, which’ll be interesting.
God blesss this boy. I want him for heir.
The kids are all being weirdly studious. Maybe it’s a desire to get into uni and run for it, though the kids are smarter than the teenagers, even if they do ,match the bathroom.
Oh, look who it is.
December: ‘Who even let you in?’
Mayra: ‘Your mother. She said one more kid wouldn’t make a difference at this point.’
Mayra: ‘But that’s okay, right? So, is Ezra in…?’
December: ‘Get out. We’re through, and if you dare come back again, I’ll turn you back into a Face One.’
Damn, that’s a pretty solid threat. I never saw her again.
Still not the right bed, but I’ll give you credit for trying.
Not even close to the right bed, Ramona.
Kay: ‘Oh ancient spirits, I summon thee, offering up a sacrifice of dirty washing, mouldy food and dirt…come forth, Bonehilda!’
Maybe this house is too much even for her.
Mikey: ‘Hey guys, check this out! I learned this amazing new trick!’
Mikey: ‘Hi Grim! I found a stick for you!’
Grim: ‘Good boy, Mikey. Time to go, okay? I’ve got a new ball waiting for you.’
Mikey: ‘New ball? YES!’
His new trick was transforming into an urn, in case you were wondering.
Oh wow, have we got everyone in the same picture? Impressive.
December: ‘Aaaand we’re done. Shame I have to show off the Plumbob now.’
Heartless bastards, the lot of you.
Ramona: ‘Ah, there’s my favourite son. How are you today?’
December: ‘Slightly traumatised by seeing you in skimpy underwear?’
Yeah, I think Felix is contemplating sticking his head in the gem cutting machine.
December: ‘Ah, what a wonderful death that would be…’
Felix: ‘Quite so.’
Morbid little shits, the pair of you.
But hey, at least Ezra’s being normal.
They’ll have pretty children.
Kay: ‘So, I don’t want to freak you out, buuuut…’
Aleshia: ‘But what? I know, you’re all part of some warped genetics experiment – ‘
Kay: ‘Oh, no. Worse than that. We have a ghost in the house. And a skeleton maid’
Ezra: ‘WHAT DID YOU DO?!’
Ending relationships, apparently.
Ezra: ‘It’s okay, babe. The skeleton maid is lazy and never cleans anything anyway. I’ll protect you.’
I wish you lot could be heir ):
Felix grows up and is once again ignored. His fourth trait is Avant Garde, which explains the dress sense and why he makes the best faces.
I can’t remember if this is because I was too lazy to design a bed, or he went there anyway.
Me too, Bonehilda. Me too.
I installed Woohooer for some reason and put the teen pregnancy settings on, just to make things more interesting, and look at all the drama I’ve created. This is also the girl I wanted to pair December off with, too.
And the boy himself celebrates his birthday in the corner of the party. But he’s amazing so he can get away with it.
Not too bad, for a change.
And now for Kay! Not that Ramona cares.
God, there’s so many ginger people. I knew I’d never get rid of that hair.
Hi, Harper! Sorry about impaling you…
Ramona: ‘I miss that dog more than I’ll ever miss you…’
Kay: ‘Trust me, I know.’
She looks exactly like Ramona sans the nose, I think. Also notice Catrin and Ellery back there – the grudge still looms… Oh, and that might be Delphine in the robot costume.
While he looks cute, I miss that mohican.
There we go. Isn’t he adorable. His last trait is Perceptive.
Aleshia: ‘Is this family cursed or something?’
Old Lady: ‘Nah, more like blessed! Look, I can hover!’
Old Lady: ‘Oh.’
Twice in one chapter? Dammit.
Ramona: ‘Still care about the dog more – ‘
Catrin: ‘Isn’t this fun! What a wonderful party!’ 😀
Catrin’s in denial.
OL: ‘So, uh, what happens now?’
Aleshia: ‘Don’t look at me. Maybe stay away from the electric ghost.’
OL: ‘Well, the water’s very nice – anyone else fancy a swim?’
Grim: ‘All right, I’m coming – damn traffic, the zombies in this place, I swear…’
Grim: ‘Just give me a minute. Great, now I’m going to have waterlogged robes for the rest of my shift, I hope you’re happy.’
Grim: ‘And my ride’s late. Brilliant. I hope this measly soul was worth it.’
???: ‘If you want, you can stay at ours for the night. We have a spare bed.’
Grim: ‘Why thank you, kind stranger! It’s not too often humans put up with me for long. Just let me get this stupid robe off – ‘
Grim: ‘There we go.’
Felix: ‘YOU KILLED MY DOG, WHY ARE YOU LIVING HERE?!’
Ramona: ‘Oh, he’s not sticking around for long. Just…nine months.’
Felix: ‘Oh no. What have you done?’
Probably broken my game, that’s what. But who cares! And I promise it won’t be four months before the next chapter.
Finally, here’s the spares:
So Jin isn’t dead yet! Hooray.
Harper’s moving fast.
And so is Gail! Please actually give us some second gen kids from someone other than Florence.
Oh, there we go. Bye, Jin!
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