This chapter is brought to you by Jet Chimeree! … Staring at a wall. Oh, and a new font because I felt it was needed. And my lamp just died. Yay.
Last time; There was some talking, some dancing, Mytilus became an adult and all the ghosts’ favourite is Ham, much to her aggravation.
At this time in the game, things were moving very slowly and it was painful to play because a certain someone wouldn’t die. To prevent dragging on forever and ever, here’s the highlights before the inevitable.
I’ve been stalking the Greenwood to find out their spouse potential, simply because they are among the few pretty people of Twinbrook.
Grænblár introduces himself to one of the girls, Emerald. Here’s the first evidence of his LTW, which he rolled as a child.
Emerald: Hey, Grænblár, isn’t it funny how my favourite colour is green? And my last name is Greenwood?
I thought it was funny.
Turns out, their signs were compatible.
As was their mouths.
Grænblár: Oh my, I think I’m going to faint.
And for some reason Wolfgang was grumpier than usual.
Grænblár: Anyone who kisses me just got to get a free makeover.
Emerald: I love it Grænblár.
Grænblár: Really? *looks defeated for some reason*
Ham is doing quite well in her career.
F YEAH! Finally! Death has come! I’ve never been so happy-!
Death: What the heck? Why are you still alive?
Astro: I too would like to know what the crepes is going on!
Death: Now I’m going to mock you by playing a bit.
Vic: Is sad about (yeah what is the word for that?).
So yeah. I’m shocked. Bronson died at the age of 92, but Victoria was well over 100. The wrong person died, but at least now there’s a slot open.
Bronson, your genes bring so much cute. Have a good rest now.
Emerald: Was that Death just now?
Mytilus: Now I can make some competition for Grænblár.
Doesn’t mean she doesn’t miss her dad, though.
Mytilus: I miss him so much, mother. :’(
Astro: Whatev. I’m hungry.
Grænblár: Would you like to become my girlfriend, Emerald?
Emerald: I’d love to, Grænblár.
Grænblár: Thanks, I need someone’s shoulder to cry on. Waaaaahh…
*Insert sad piano tune here, there’s plenty of them*
What in the world? …
Grænblár: My girlfriend will be awestruck by this.
Snake: You have a girlfriend?! *Hiss* You cheating whore!
Snake: Just leave. I never want to see you again.
Grænblár: Of course. Sorry…
Tenderloin: This limo feels empty without my son-in-law.
Mytilus: Honey, I’m pregnant!
Wolfgang: I feel somewhat bad for doing this, love. I mean Bronson just died.
Mytilus: He wanted grandkids. He can meet this one if he haunts some time.
Grænblár: Did I hear that correctly?
Grænblár: They’re gonna replace me with a kid that has a more genetic blend than me!
Mytilus: Grænblár, don’t be sad.
Mytilus: Even if this new child becomes genetically superior to you, we’ll still love you. You’ll become the most unique spare ever!
Grænblár: I guess that’s an acceptable alternate outcome for my life…
Mytilus: Good. Now I demand you rub my belly.
Will the father of the child ever caress this woman’s stomach?
A nice little actor’s trophy Tenderloin won.
Cale is – Forever Alone.
Astro: Oh, my dead dude, when will your handsome face on a painting stop mocking me whenever I wake up?
Or you could just sleep on the other side of the bed.
Astro: But that’s his side!
Hallelujah! Oh, and I set up the father-to-be in the science career. Because I feel it fits him.
Mytilus: Hmm… This piece needs something specific.
Mytilus: Like pancake- Oww!
Wolfgang: Aah! We gotta get you to the hospital fast!
Mytilus: I would appreciate that, thanks! Ouch!
Wolfgang: All this drilling is going on my nerves…
Mytilus: Isn’t there anything better to do?
Nope. I want a pink diamond. To make a simbot. :)
It’s a boy! And apparently Wolfgang was standing outside while is son was being born.
Wolfgang: But this book is really interesting!
Mytilus: I’ll be going home now, Wolfie.
Wolfie: Wait for meee!
If you can’t tell, he’s a carbon copy of his dad (‘cept for the skin). But I want to try at least one more time.
Mytilus: Now that we have a son together, I think we should seal the deal.
Mytilus: Will you marry me, Wolfie?
Wolfie: Yes, of course!
And a few days later they became disgraced because they had a child out of wedlock. xD
Which is just silly, I mean marriage isn’t required to have kids, and there isn’t anything disgraceful about kids out of wedlock.
Although the celebrity system of Late Night is just oversensitive to pretty much everything, I’m going to keep the celebs out of the next legacy I make.
Mytilus: Come here, kiddo. Let’s give you a proper introduction.
Since I was short on creativity again, I consulted Google Translate again. Tirkizan is the Croatian adjective for turquoise. Like his elder half-brother he gains the Absent-Minded trait but also his mother’s trait of Couch Potato. He shares his liking of Indie music and the colour Aqua with Grænblár BUT he likes to eat Hamburgers instead.
That’s it for now. Until next time…