I just realized what I built there, it’s the half of a garden house.
Last time; Bronson retired, Ham blew up stuff, Grænblár grew up, and there was some odd smell in the air…
The smell of Death!
So yeah, Cale is fried. It was my fault. Sorry.
And so the inevitable mourning begins.
Astro: This wasn’t supposed to happen.
I know! Someone else was supposed to die!
Go away Death! Stop mocking me!
Death: :)
So, for the first time, I get the crappiest gravestone/urn for him.
Cale, he completed 1/4 of his LTW, married, got one son, was a child of two vampires, and worked on a garbage machine while singed.
Bronson: Are you alright, Mytilus?
Mytilus: No, not really.
Bronson: There, there. Things will turn for the better.
Mytilus: You don’t know a thing about how this feels, father!
Bronson: Whoa, whoa! Calm down.
Bronson: Not exactly, but similar. When your grandfather had marital problems it was really tense for everyone, including me. And I hurt for the loss of Cale too.
Bronson: Even though your husband in gone, your son is still here. We are still here. Feeling better now?
Mytilus: Yeah, a bit.
*Crosses fingers* Don’t-die-don’t-die-don’t-die…
He didn’t. Phew.
With that over-lighted painting behind her, she looks kinda angelic.
Astro: Daughter of mine, you need to forget your broken heart and find a replacement husband.
Mytilus: Mother! How insensitive of you! Don’t you have a heart or did you lose it somewhere to your senility?!
Astro: Dudette, just find a man and get him into the house. The family genes will then fix everything.
So the recently widowed heiress heads out to a house in the middle of the swamp.
Man: Ho there, friend. Is there something amiss?
Mytilus: My husband just got fried and I have to attempt something very difficult! *Sob sob*
Man: It can’t be that bad. What is it you’re supposed to do?
Mytilus: *Sniff*
Mytilus: Well, are you single?
Man: I am in fact.
Mytilus: Good. Would you like to move into a bigger house, with way more colours than this?
Man: We just met, but my heart says it won’t be worse than this place. Besides, I’m kind off broke at the moment.
Mytilus: Great! Come with me.
Mytilus: *Thinking* This is so wrong, yet there is something in my guts saying its okay. What is going on?
Mytilus: *Thinking* I hope this one doesn’t die too.
Man: You never told me your name. I’m Wolfgang Darden.
Mytilus: Mytilus Regnbåge.
Wolfgang: *Thinking* She certainly didn’t lie about the colours.
Mytilus: *Thinking* Oh Cale, forgive me!
Mytilus: Could you get over here, please? I need to paint your portrait.
Wolfgang: Is this some kind of initiation rite?
Astro: Just do it boy.
Mytilus: Get back here, please. This one turned out crappy.
Wolfgang: Alright. *thinking* That Bronson fellow was pretty swell.
No one (‘cept me) probably knows who he is, but he is in fact a re-coloured Stanton Garden (from a Sim Project I gave up upon long ago since the legacy format is way more entertaining).
Astro: You are bright, boy. But I am brighter, because I just maxed the logic skill.
Therefore, her LTW was fulfilled. Yay!
Wolfgang: You want something, friend?
Mytilus: Yeah. *Cracks knuckles* I think I’m ready to attempting that difficult thing I mentioned before.
Mytilus: Uhm, you don’t have any hair… but you look nice any way!
Wolfgang: Err, thank you…
OH HAI LUCY! <3 U!
Grænblár: MY EYES! MY HEART! THIS IS VERY VERY AWKWARD!
Julienne Knack: This is so wrong, I can’t watch!
These two don’t seem to agree.
And here are the Greenwood twins, I mean big sister and little sister.
Mytilus: Did you take offense for any of this?
Wolfgang: No, I actually kind of liked it.
Jade: *Is creeping*
Grænblár: I know someone died, but I can’t remember who…
Your father died, Grænblár.
Grænblár: How horrible! Why didn’t anyone tell me this?!
*Facepalm*
Since he’s here to stay, he’s given a blue get-up.
Fun fact: The top is Tenderloin’s old YA top.
Here’s his neato character card. His name was rolled (by that I mean random name generator), his traits were rolled, his faves were rolled (which are indie, mac n’ cheese, aqua), and his LTW was picked by me.
Also, a sneak peek of his formal wear.
Grænblár: Yay! Radioactive cake!
Grænblár: Oh, dad! I wish you were here!
Grænblár: I’ll eat some cake for you too! :)
Oh, Bronson’s family genes… Why you so dominant?
Grænblár: Alright, cake. I will eat you.
Grænblár: Although one piece is enough, don’t want to succumb to gluttony.
Jade… You can stop now… Jade… JADE!…
Never mind.
Tenderloin is my man I use to get to know people’s traits. FYI the Greenwood sisters are in fact spouse options.
Grænblár: I look silly.
Sorry, sorry! But anyway, silly boy Grænblár here gains the Workaholic trait. First time for that if I remember correctly.
Vic: I’ll just make some drinks. Good for easing the mood if needed.
I just noticed the drinks in the background.
Grænblár: Ugh, a crib. It’s not long until I have to suffer under the screams of an infant. Life can be cruel some times.
Doesn’t really matter, though. Even if Cale hadn’t unfortunately died, you’d still be having a sibling.
But enough for now, until next time…
The Lonely Refinery 
No Cale! I liked Cale, poor guy :(
Oh well, Grænblár is cute anyway :D
Um if Grænblár ends up with Jade or Emerald it could be a bit weird since i kinda ship Jade with Shark.