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Interlude: Welcome to the Enchanted Dollhouse

You didn’t think the generation heading was just a metaphor, did you? XD

Take it from an English major: nothing is ever “just a metaphor.”

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You probably caught on to my heavy-handed foreshadowing when Lira smashed the toy dollhouse and vowed to create its replica. No? Or maybe you’re a comment reader and you’ve noticed umbramuse and me talking about Midnight Hollow. Or, if you’re as unperceptive as I am and this is all new to you, that’s great! SURPRISE! Confetti and fanfare and ribbon snipping and all that.

Anyway, here we are in creepyville, third home of the Dysfunkshinul Legacy. I know what I said about “clean and simple” neighbourhoods, and Sunset Valley is still my favourite. But a while back, I had a stroke of madness and splurged on some Simpoints, which I never do. I decided to invest them in sprucing up the fourth generation of this wacky business. And no, I’m not talking about the Haunted Spruce Trees lining the Langurds’ new abode.

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4.2 There’s a Snake in My Boot!

Howdy, partner!  No, actually, I refuse to start a chapter that way even in jest. Instead, let me start it by saying I BOUGHT THE SIMS 4! It was on for half price, and—having over-budgeted for groceries for the year—I thought I would treat myself. You know, to make up for those nights when I had a microwaved potato and some vanilla frosting for dinner. I made one sim, put her in a lot, then got bored and quit. But that’s okay, because my attention span right now is about as broad as a WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME, I have to go watch Game of Thrones.

In the Land of Langurds, Dax’s death reminded me that Katana is no spring chicken herself—nor, for that matter, is she a seasoned chicken traveler as she set out to become so long ago. For shame. You might say that Old Peabrain gave us the little push we needed to seek greatness. However, he also gave us a bunch of shitty moodlets to hinder the pursuit of said greatness.

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But you know, sometimes the first stage of grief is “press a button and magically get over it.”

Katana: Wow, I’m not sad anymore. Oh wait… I never was.

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