7.22 Permanent Redirect
Here we go. Let’s keep kicking the can that is this legacy!
Previously, Siesta decided that seven uniquely blossoming personalities were just too many, and shipped Ixi off to Snob School (her wish, not mine).
While I do not condone her choices, I too am overwhelmed by numbers – especially when you account for a cat, two robots, and the fact that she and Dusty are mentally five.
I decide that the easiest way to deal with this is to keep them all in one place. As in literally cram them into a singular vehicle. What could go wrong?
Kau: Are we there yet?
Acara: Obviously not. We haven’t even left.
Dudley (driving): Left?
Siesta: No! You stupid hunk of junk!
Kiko: Jeez Mom, why don’t you ship him off to boarding school too?
Dusty: Who went to boarding school?
Tonu: Another day tells the tale of flowers.
Pete: ROD TURP!
Kougra: *dying a slow death in a middle seat* Read the rest of this entry
3.11 Hasta la Vista
ALMOST THERE, GUYS! I’ve been sorting my screenshots and this should be approximately the third-to-last chapter of Generation Three. Then I get to throw out an heir poll and let you do my dirty work for me. ‘Til then, it’s Langurds all day err’day. Well, that and scanning all day err’day. My nostrils are haunted by the scent of centuries-old onionskin paper and I want to type “.pdf” at the end of every sentence. Somebody help me.pdf
What was I just saying about how I wanted more Tewl visits?
Katana: Gtfo, you’re scaring my babies.
Tewl: But I’m bein’ all scholarly an’ shit!
3.10 Deus Ex Machina
Can I publish two chapters in one day? Probably not. No, definitely not. But this site is nearing its second birthday, and TS4 is slated to come out way too soon, and look at how not-far we’ve come.
So I’m setting a goal for myself as of right now. The Langurds are going to birth their 6th generation before the year is out. Is that even remotely possible? Probably not. No, definitely not. But it should at least spur me into action.
How many “lonely Razor in a lonely bed” pictures can I get away with posting? The answer is many, because it never gets less sad. This one, however, comes with a different sentiment. After a quick trip to the Sim Bin and back, the Langurds can sleep in their beds again! Hallelujah, and good riddance to Glitchhilda.