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A Decade of Langurd: We’re All Langurds Here (feat. Quiz!)
Guys… it’s here. It came. It happened.
The thing I’ve always joked about is now a reality.
The Dysfunkshinul Legacy is ten years old.
And what I hoped might be an exciting milestone is actually a colossal reality check. I mean, it turns out the Half-Decade Heptathlon—that idiotic time I posted every day as a countdown to the blog’s fifth birthday—was like, LATE GENERATION SIX.
The crazy thing is that I felt so unproductive for having published “only” five generations in those first five years. And then to follow that up with ONE generation in the next five! Oh, 2017 Sam, how could you have known?
Anyway! I’ve stopped beating myself up over it, and the reality is that I sold three of these past years to being an alien in Korea. This thing is getting finished at some point—it’s always just been a question of when. 😛
So even if today is laced with shame, I think it deserves a celebration!
~HAPPY TEN YEARS, EVERYONE!~
Of course I’ve gone and done something completely ridiculous as per usual.
It occurred to me, while attempting to untangle the massive incestuous web that is Dragon Valley, that one thing is true. Sooner or later, we will all be Langurds.
In fact, each birthday celebration has brought us a little bit closer to this terrifying truth. In 2015, many of your simselves were divinely impregnated with Langurd children of their own. Why, even last year, you may have been forced to see yourself in a Langurd heir by way of personality comparison!
So why not come to terms with your fate, and find out which of these positively broken human beings you most resemble—naturally, in a Buzzfeed-style quiz of completely unrelated questions?
Just rip off the band-aid.
(Because silly WordPress won’t let me embed it…)
I would LOVE to see your results in the comments! I will admit, the curiosity is killing me.
Of course, on a day like today I’m extra grateful to everyone who reads—or has ever read—this blog! I definitely don’t see the traffic I used to, but the sheer COMMITMENT some of you regular readers possess is worth more to me than any number of views. Whether you’re a lurker, a liker, a commenter, or a Boolprop thread follower—thank you for always coming back!
And I promise to get this thing done. Eventually.
Until then, Happy Simming!
-Sam
P.S. Just as an added bit of shock value, I was 19 when I started this. I’m now 29. Reading some earlier posts is physically painful. 😛
Happy 6th Birthday + Name My New PC!
What the fuck. Where did 2018 go? How is it July? Wasn’t it February like yesterday?
You may have noticed that time is getting away from me these days. No, that’s an understatement. Time is sprinting Bolt-speed toward the airport and hopping a plane to the next galaxy, then laughing at me while I scream “Planes can’t go to outer space!” and my aged bones crumble to dust.
Dramatic, I know. But let me tell you – shit has been going down lately that has me shaking my fist at the world. Dewey, the terrible wonderful cat who owns my soul, recently tested positive to Feline Leukemia. FeLV, while not actually a cancer in cats, is an incurable virus that gradually causes severe (and ultimately fatal) anemia. He’s three and life is unfair. Last week my vet was talking euthanasia, but then his meds seemed to kick in, and he started gaining weight between visits (my little chubber has always excelled in that), so we’re taking things one day at a time. It’s been a fucking rollercoaster and we would both appreciate any positive vibes you can send our way. ❤
*Disclaimer: Dewey is not an outdoor cat, just a fool who ran out the door without his harness and then posed pretty for a photoshoot
On top of working 40-60 hour weeks at the café, I also just finished a certification course and am applying to ESL teaching jobs overseas! It’s exciting but stressful and real decisions scare me. Please don’t ask how this news plays into the news above because that’s a whole other shitshow.
But let’s get down to what you came here for, which is not sad stories, nor career plans, but the mind-numbing idiocy of a family that is now six years old.
The Dysfunkshinul Legacy 