Welcome back! We begin this fourth installment in the motherland after two out of seven students completed their studies at the Finger Painting College. I’d like to quickly acknowledge that this is not my own invention! It’s from a line in Bad Lip Reading’s “Medieval Land Fun Time World” that has stuck with me far longer than it should have.
Kyrii and Acara, being the nerds that they are, finished their degrees in a single semester. The others still have work to do, but everyone gets a quick break at home.
Kyrii: Nothing tastes quite like falling snowflakes in Dragon Valley.
It’s autumn, dude.
Kyrii: Nothing tastes quite like falling leaves in Dragon Valley.
The first thing Kyrii does is test out her newly-gained knowledge on the valley’s residents.
Kyrii: Quick, duck!
Kyrii: No really, duck!
Kyrii: Got’cha there, didn’t I?
Fairy: You had to go to university to learn that?
Kyrii: FPC Class of ‘18, baby!
Kougra spends her short time at home on the only thing that matters.
Kougra: Get the gold finch! Come on, you can do it!
Kadoatie: Hmm, looks more gold-plated to me.
Kougra: K bye, I signed us up for more courses.
Are you sure you don’t want to—
Kougra: Nope, I’m good.
And so the five idiots ship off to continue their studies.
Kyrii: What are we supposed to do about Mom?
What do you mean?
Kyrii: She kicked us out, remember? Does she even know we’re back?
Oh, um, I can’t brain my way out of that one right now so good luck!
Pete: Dend meat hehehehehe
Alright! Second semester, here we come! With only five Langurds, we’re bound to get a few new roommates. We’ll have to see if Aaron has the guts to come back or not.
Kau: Whoa… we have hands?
Tonu: Turkeys are bigger than chickens?!
The trip always seems to leave them a bit addled.
Tonu makes his priorities clear.
Tonu: I want my money back, Jim.
The place is alarmingly clean. I ought to check if that includes the stove.
Aaron: Did you miss me!
There’s our guy! The fact that he opted to be the Langurds’ roommate again does not say much for his intelligence, but at least Ixi will be pleased.
Kau wastes no time in calling Mika over. It looks like she’s decided to remain a pirate forevermore, and nothing could make him happier.
Mika: While you were gone, I learned how to navigate using the stars.
Except maybe that.
Kau: I think I love you.
Mika: Hey, your new roommate’s pretty cute.
Kau: Excuse me?
Jarod: Everyone wants a piece of the ‘stache.
Kau reminds her where her loyalties lie by dipping her dangerously close to the bonfire.
Kau: What? No! I just thought she might be cold.
Somehow I actually believe that.
Kau: So, are you gonna be my pirate queen?
Mika: Only if you promise to shower more often.
Kau: I thought that smell was coming from you.
Mika: Is it? Huh. Well then, sign me up.
I literally couldn’t tell you one way or another. Mika’s the likely culprit since she’s wearing yesterday’s clothes, but then…
…apparently no one is innocent here.
Ixi: You know, a gentleman would typically offer a lady his jacket in weather like this.
Aaron: A lady would typically not smell like ass.
Ah, young love. ❤
Ixi: I should tell you now, it may be hard to keep up with me when I become a famous politician.
Aaron: Please keep your arms down…
Not everyone is so lucky in love.
Kiko: Hey guys, I’m Kiko.
Jarod: I know you. You’re the evil seductress.
Kiko: Yeah no. Can you two do me a favour and go hit on my sister Kougra? She’s painfully single and it’s just sad to watch.
Jarod: Oh. Uh, sure. I guess.
Jarod: Are you my appendix? Because I have a funny feeling in my stomach that says I should take you out.
Kougra: You should probably go see a doctor.
Jarod: No, I’m not— dammit.
Armando: Step aside, step aside.
Armando: Girl, do I have pneumonia? Because you’re giving me the chills.
Kougra: Seriously, I’m worried about you two.
Jarod: We gave it our best shot.
Armando: She’s a tough nut.
Realistically, neither of these fools is getting with any of my girls.
With his queen secured, Kau’s next order of business is to get back on the sea. Apparently there is actually a beach at university—convenient that I waited so long to find it.
Kau: I really gotta upgrade this thing to make room for the kids.
Since this is a time for new beginnings, I figured I’d let these two homebodies out on the prowl. The Chams are throwing a pool party with no pool in the middle of winter, which sounds about right.
Kougra: I’m only going inside because it’s fucking freezing out here.
Meanwhile, Ixi takes a little more convincing.
Ixi: A fraternity kegger? Must I?
But only a little.
Ixi: YES! Aaron’s here!
Subtle, real subtle.
Jarod: And he’s rockin’ that guitar!
Aaron: ♫ Today is gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back to you ♫
Oh lord, not another one.
Ixi finds her party corner, as you do. I’m not sure why these idiots have a podium in their basement—probably so Jeff can broadcast his every thought to the tune of thunderous applause.
Ixi: Fraternity. It’s a fickle concept in and of itself, yet one that binds together the lunkheaded masses. But is my brother not your brother, and is his brother not our brother?
Ixi: Am I right, people?
She’d know better if she spent anytime around here. The only way to capture anyone’s attention is with an acoustic guitar and a white dude’s banger.
Ludo: ♫ And all the roads we have to walk are winding ♫
On another note, pink lipstick is really taking off as a fashion trend. Are they all copying Jeff?
Ludo: The thing is, I can’t seem to get it off.
The holiday season is here, and I pity the fool who had to hang these lights.
I’ll bet it was Aaron.
Aaron: What do you say, Tonu? You up for some festive gym smustling?
Tonu: This dress is too big for me!
Ixi ought to be jealous that her man prefers hanging out with Tonu, but she probably can’t hear anything over “Grand Theft Automobile.”
Kougra: She’s slacking off and I have to go to class? This feels backwards.
Well hey, if it isn’t Martina Bassett! A ray of sunshine in an otherwise dull land of jabronis.
Martina: Just out for a little jog.
In ankle deep snow, in a sundress.
Martina: You hatin’?
On the contrary, you’re my hero.
Kiko’s on the hunt for new… friends… so she ventures out to the Student Union—where Kougra’s classmate is still grappling with the aftermath of Professor Brain’s study.
Classmate: Now I gotta find a new major.
Sylvia: Cheer up, it could be worse!
Classmate: LOOK AT ME.
It appears Kiko has a wonderful, awful idea.
Jarvis: Ooh, what is it?
Kiko: Say Jarvis, you do look awfully dashing in that suit, but I have a feeling you’d look even better out of it.
Jarvis: WHAT’S WRONG WITH MY SUIT
Kiko: Sorry, sorry. Let me go a little more basic.
Kiko: Jarvis Suggs, you’re my wonderwall.
Jarvis: FOR REALZ?
Exchange Student: Hello, I have just arrived and they did not feed us on the flight. Where on this campus might I find some affordable food?
University Gods: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Apparently shoving Llama Man to the backburner for now, Kiko gets her eye back on the prize.
Kiko: Hello, Harold.
Kiko: I’ve been looking for you.
Harold: I’m gonna stop you right there. I’m flattered and all, but I’m one Cham you’re not gonna get.
Kiko: But you’re my wonderwall…
Harold: Guhhh… *loses grip on reality*
Apparently her work is done for now.
Kiko: I need to recharge my powers.
I thought you said the seductress thing was a rumour?
Kiko: Meh, I’m just rolling with it at this point.
Oh no, who let Tonu get to Mika? Kau, where are you??
Kau (way out on the water): I’M COMING BABY *paddles furiously*
Uh, this is bad.
Mika: Kau never told me he had such a handsome brother…
Tonu: Come on down!
Tonu: This town isn’t big enough for the both of us!
Mika: What are you suggesting?
This is what I meant about inflicting Tonu on ordinary citizens.
Tonu: Toothpaste will help keep your teeth clean.
Mika: Why I oughtta…
But it turns out Mika can dish out the crazy just as well.
Mika: Know what else keeps your teeth clean?
Tonu: I’m a housewife!
And Tonu’s the one who walks away with his panties in a twist.
Mika: Anyway, nice meeting you.
Tonu: My dad makes yoghurt.
She’s completely unfazed. This girl belongs.
Tonu, meanwhile, needs to cool off.
Harry: How’s the water?
Tonu: Don’t worry, be happy!
Harry: Good point!
Harry: Hey man, this is actually pretty terrible…
Tonu: We’re all in this together.
Tonu: Who do they believe you are? *splash*
Harry: Hey, I thought we were in this together!
Behold—the stove is clean! But I still don’t trust it.
Ixi: You’re not going to start another fire, are you?
Aaron: Aww, come on. Only one of those was me.
Aaron: See? It’s fine.
Ixi: Well alright then.
Aaron: DAMN YOU YOU CRAPBOX
Ixi: I told him so, didn’t I? Now my cereal’s going to get soggy.
Ixi: I BLOODY WELL TOLD YOU SO.
Aaron: Yeah, yeah. Are you gonna run into the flames or what?
Ixi: Saaaaaave meeeeee!
Aaron: Someone needs to teach you guys the art of evacuation.
Kau: Did I miss it?
Aaron (directly to camera): FIX THEM.
Ixi: Well, at least that didn’t take long. My cereal ought to still be—
Jarod: Morning, Ixi! Thanks for the cereal.
Ixi: You monster.
How I live for effortless segues.
Kau: Hey Mika, I was thinking about our ship upgrades and I really think we should monster-proof the keel, you know? You never know when Nessie’s gonna strike.
Kau: What do you mean she only lives in a specific body of water in Scotland? How was I supposed to know that??
Is it just me, or is Kau starting to look slightly less like a string bean that got plucked too soon?
Tonu: I have a feeling the boss won’t be happy about this!
Kau: Wow, thanks guys! I guess it’s not about the push-ups you do—it’s about the push-ups you say you do!
He’s also reminding me more of his father every day. Which, I mean, isn’t the worst thing?
Ixi: Astronauts! What are they good for? Absolutely nothing!
I take it back. No one respects the man.
Powers recharged, Kiko sets out to continue her mission.
Harold: Whoa! You knock me off my feet, girl!
Kiko: Get up, loser.
But now is not the time, apparently.
Harold: I gotta go. I’ll be back later to… play some video games… if you know what I mean.
Kiko: Kinda wish I could skip this one.
If I leave the dorm unsupervised for any length of time, chances are someone is gonna be hounding Aaron when I get back.
Aaron: That fire wasn’t my fault, I swear! It’s that stupid defective stove!
Ixi: Pull yourself together.
Aaron: Sorry. I just mean… maybe we’d all get along better if we stopped pointing the finger about these stupid fires.
Ixi: I’ll point my finger if I darn well want to!
Aaron: Can you please not point it at my junk though?
Ixi: YOU KNOW IT’S NOT INTENTIONAL
Aaron: Do I though?
I know he’s kind of a menace to society, but poor Tonu hasn’t had much of a chance for socialization in his life. So when the Tri-Frum sorority invites him to a party, of course I let him loose on their silly little house.
Samantha: Sarah, did you invite a boy to the slumber party?
Sarah: Okay fine, maybe I did.
Ye: That doesn’t work for me. I’m out.
Sarah: Aww come on, don’t be like that…
Samantha: OMG. Wait a second. You’re Tofu Beancurd!
Hannah: No way! That garbage singer from Dragon Valley?
Entire Room: *HORRIFIED GASP*
He was bound to run into a hater eventually.
Hannah: What? You all act like he’s some artistic genius, but his lyrics don’t even make sense!
Samantha: I apologize for her ignorance.
Tonu: I stepped on a CORNFLAKE!
Shannon: Great, now look what you’ve done. He’s leaving and it’s all your fault. You’re totally getting voted out of Tri-Frum.
*Sisters echo* TRI-FRUM!
Brace yourselves, for we are about to experience the most ridiculous and villainous chapter of Kiko’s Evil Seductress… thing.
It all starts when she encounters Mugsy on this remote, snow-covered plot. Was it planned? Was it accidental? I could not tell you if I wanted to.
Kiko: Oh, hey Mugsy. What’s up?
Mugsy: Mugsy make snowmugsy.
Kiko: Cool, cool. I’ll just be over here.
Kiko: Hey look, I’m making a snow Kiko! Get it? ‘Cause I’m an angel?
You keep telling yourself that.
Kiko: Here, let me help you with Snowmugsy.
Mugsy: No touch Snowmugsy’s butt!!
Kiko: Gee, sorry.
Kiko then gets to work building a cozy igloo while Mugsy practice his flirting.
Mugsy: Bone Lady like fish? Mugsy catch good fish with bare hands.
What happened to the igloo? Please don’t tell me…
Kiko: You’re my wonderwall.
Lord help us.
Mugsy: Wonder… wall?
Kiko: That’s right, Brotoaski. You’re putty in my hands.
Mugsy: No putty! No wonderwall! You disgust Mugsy!
Kiko: OH COME ON, THAT HAS NEVER NOT WORKED
She quickly realizes she needs to speak his language.
Kiko: Kiko strong female! Look for strong male!
Mugsy: Mugsy strong male!!
Kiko & Mugsy: MAKE BOOM BOOM!
A thoroughly disturbing mating ritual.
But Mugsy of all people seems strangely aware that he’s being played. At the first possible opportunity, he takes off on his bike looking positively terrified.
And Kiko retires to her icy cavern for the night.
Kiko: Meh, I’ll get him next time.
Dammit, I really need to watch these fools. Kougra, leave the man alone!
Kougra: You’re stupid.
Aaron: Pretty rich coming from you.
Meanwhile, Kau engages in the most mundane of college activities.
Garrison: I gotta say, no one’s ever asked for their espresso brewed with saltwater before.
Kau: You got any dried fish?
Garrison: Hahaha, you sure are a character.
Garrison: Here you go dude. Stay warm out there!
He flagrantly disobeys.
Kau: I savour the chill in my bones.
So does Kiko, apparently. I guess this is where she lives now.
Kiko: Come along, Mugsy. Let’s pick up where we left off.
Mugsy: Mugsy get some?
Mugsy get some.
The disappointment on her face.
Mugsy: Mugsy feel extra manly now. Mugsy go lift rocks.
Kiko: You have fun with that.
This “project” is starting to bore you, huh?
Kiko: Humanity bores me.
Kiko: Yeah man, those aren’t rocks.
Mugsy: Rock too big. Make more Snowmugsy instead.
Kiko: Or you could go home.
She fully ignores him after they leave the igloo, yet he keeps hanging around on the “date.” Somebody seems a little attached.
Not Kiko though. She’s ready to use this little snow palace to its full potential.
Harold: You called?
Kiko: You answered?
Kiko: Never mind. Let’s get to it.
Harold: There’s a great little Italian joint on the other side of—
Kiko: Yeah no, we’re going to my igloo.
Skelly: Can you feel the love tonight?
Snowmugsy: Not really, nah.
Samantha: You wanted to talk?
Kyle: Yeah, I can’t do this anymore.
Samantha: I don’t understand! I thought we were fine!
Kyle: Oh really? Ever since you got all gaga for that weirdo singer—
Samantha: Tofu has nothing to do with us!
Kyle: Yeah, well neither do I.
Harold: BEST DAY EVER
This is what I come back to. Hey, at least she’s not tearing a strip off of Aaron?
Aaron: I didn’t think you were the red solo cup type.
Ixi: When in Rome, as they say.
Ixi: You are a fool!
Aaron: I get it. Once a day is really enough.
Aaron ought to take a leaf out of Kiko’s book and just move the fuck out. But only that leaf—certainly no others.
Kiko: Hey now, my choices are flawless. Especially marshmallows for dinner.
Well, apparently she’s a trendsetter—more and more townies are taking up camp on her secluded patch of snow. I guess this lot was designed to be a hideout for underage drinkers.
Paul: Wait, what happened to marshmallows for dinner?
Kiko: Nah man, carrots are the new thing. Get with the times.
Paul: Man, fuck your carrots!
Kiko: No thank you.
Paul: Fuck your snow angel!
Kiko: Dude, go home.
So much rage.
OH MY FUCKING GOD.
Jarod: Hey guys, I think something’s wrong with the stove.
Jarod: Welp, better get to class!
Aaron: Why is it always me?
This dorm has really milked his Brave trait for all it’s worth. I confirmed that one on his SimWiki page, but it turns out I was wrong about Absent-Minded and Slob. Which means everyone has been calling him stupid purely because they felt like it.
Well, apparently this is the Kiko Show now. For those keeping track, she has just one Cham left to… corrupt.
Kiko: You sure are a difficult Cham to track down. Do you like, actually go to class or something?
Kiko: You really don’t have to do that. This school is a brain-rotting garbage dump.
Kid: Don’t disrespect the FPC!
Figures a twelve year old got accepted here. They let the Langurds in, didn’t they?
I was kidding about Mugsy getting attached, but maybe I wasn’t wrong.
Mugsy: Igloo boom boom?
Kiko: Maybe later. I’m a little busy.
Kiko: Yeah. Or never. I dunno. Go lift some rocks.
Things are going okay with Mahmoud until Bettie Franklin shows up and whoops his ass.
Kiko: Officially borrowing that reason for everything. Thanks!
Bettie: You’re welcome!
Kiko: Okay but you really killed the mood, so I take that back.
Bettie: Too late!
Mahmoud: Girls are so mean!
Kiko: Dammit. I was so close, too.
Bettie: Take me instead?
Kiko: Umm no offence, but no.
Background Dude: Attention, people! Yetis are real and they will steal your girlfriends!
“No offence”, she says, and then ducks behind a bush to do this.
Kiko: Listen punk, this is my turf. If you show up and ruin another hookup for me, I will turn you into a snowmugsy.
Bettie: I don’t even know what that means!
Not so discrete, it seems.
Kiko: Did you get all that?
Harry: I think so.
Kiko: Good. I want the world to fear me.
Yeah, they may be getting mixed messages. Evil and Friendly is an absolute doozy of a trait combo.
But now, back to Kau looking extremely out-of-place while doing completely mundane things.
Kau: Mika hasn’t changed her relationship status on Facebook…
Probably because no one uses Facebook anymore, noob.
Kau: What??! Then how is the world supposed to know we’re in love?
He is then interrupted by the… hand-holding bandit?
Paul: I will hold every hand on campus and no one will be any the wiser!
Paul: Hey man, I just wanted to say how cool your whole pirate thing is. I really hope it goes well for you.
Kau: Wow that’s so nice of—
Paul: *reaches for hand*
Kau: Dude what are you doing?
Taste of his own medicine, I think.
That’s funny, why would I take a picture of Jarvis going into the photob—
Passerby: Niiiiiiiiiiice. We all do it sometimes, am I right?
Eww, go away.
Kiko: Brb, gotta go burn this.
I don’t make a habit of using “smh”, but smh.
SO CLOSE GUYS. Just one more mini-post and then I can throw up an heir poll! It may be more like Saturday since my sister is getting married tomorrow, but I’ve already taken some silly snapshots of our candidates so it won’t be long.
Thank you for your likes and comments, and Happy Simming!
This is it. The OFFICIAL last chapter of Generation Seven—not because it’s actually over, but because I have decided to deem it so, and because I have the power.
Everything after this is university, and I’m currently making hella efforts to condense all of that into 4-5 posts—but we all know that won’t happen.
I have ALSO decided that when I finally get back to gameplay, I’m going to restart from the end of university. I have several versions of the save I could jump back to, but I had an heir in mind when I played ahead, and I’m not sure how I feel anymore. I also want to know how you guys feel!
All that to say—optimistically, in 4-5 posts’ time, there will be an heir poll! AND THEN WE SHALL MOVE FORWARD AT LAST.
Previously, we saw a future in which Siesta Langurd was synonymous with failure, which sounds an awful lot like the present tbh. She sought to redeem herself with a legacy statue, and in the process, cobbled together a wondrous thing we call Pudley.
Siesta: Hey, you’re pretty cool. But how would you like to be aware that you’re cool?
Pudley: Piatto del giorno!
Siesta: I have outdone myself.
Pudley is, for all intents and purposes, a newly built future-tech PlumBot with Sentience. And that means the future folk are gonna build a statue of his creator. Hey—I don’t make the rules.
Hello, dear readers, and welcome to another dang chapter. The material I’m dealing with is now four years old, and I’m officially at the point where I look at a screenshot and go “HUH?” for twelve minutes before taking complete creative licence. Facts are lost to the netherworld, traits are forgotten, and townie names are only screencapped about 10% of the time.
That’s right. All Langurd content from here until Gen 8 is complete, unadulterated bullshit.
But what else is new?
Last time, in a scrappy little excuse for an update: Kougra stepped outside and got abducted; Ixi went skinnydipping with the robot who changed her diapers (lord help us); Acara’s musician boyfriend got jealous of her professional success; Siesta peed in the hot tub; and Tonu became a young adult.
He swiftly joined the professional singer career, and now here we are.
Kiko: For me?
Tonu: Shawty Imma party til the sun down
Kiko: I mean that’s like 8pm but you do you bro.
Ahoy, mateys! Let us sail forth into uncharted waters, past that obvious Bokoblin camp on the hill and beyond this world to the place I know where I cannot go where I long to—
Hahahaha just kidding. We are good and stuck here ‘til the end of conceivable time! Can you tell I want to be literally anywhere that’s not Dragon Valley??
But anyway, welcome back! Previously, everyone hated the new butler. A grounded Kau resigned himself to the life of a landlubber. Kougra tried on many hats. Kyrii cured cancer and Tonu un-cured it. Ixi became a politician overnight, which is pretty standard these days. Acara was boring, and Kiko was the opposite but still did nothing worth mentioning. Names got you twisted? Have no fear! I have conveniently omitted five whole Langurds from this recap in the interest of simplicity!
Let us see what they’re all up to now.
Welcome back—to yet another post that will undoubtedly disappear into the ridiculous blur of Generation Seven. I can’t imagine how you all feel trying to keep things straight, because I’m barely hanging on myself.
Previously, Dusty topped his career AT LONG FREAKING LAST and dumped his boss, Patty. Kiko and Siesta became mortal enemies, Ixi returned from snob school, Acara went from humdrum teenager to humdrum young adult, and many a mastermind plot was hatched.
But most importantly, in a tragedy that rivaled losing the unicorn, we said goodbye to the greatest butler of all time. And no—June didn’t die. She just stopped doing her job and then vanished in a hallway.
Such is the circle of life.
Her (second) replacement is such a disappointment that I didn’t even bother to screencap her name.
Butler: Sweet, who made waffles?
Siesta: Evidently not you.
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
What up, Simming World? I am pleased to announce that, after 1,118 days abroad, I am finally back in Canada and reunited with my beautiful, wonderful, absolute hunk of a PC. ❤
He’s been carefully preserved in a
carbonite slab garbage bag inside a room that, during the last three years, has accumulated far less dust than my lungs did in Seoul.
After a tentative foray into the game, I can confirm that my saves are (mostly) booting, my CC is intact, and my mods are not crying out for updates. Probably because NraaS stopped updating in like 2018, but I digress.
I am less pleased to announce that I still have like ten posts’ worth of old crap to slog through before I can actually do anything with those saves. Who had money on “Gryff renews contract TWICE and still doesn’t run out of content”? Most of you, I presume.
Previously, Siesta and Dusty’s quads aged out of puddinghood and into fully-fledged faces of their own. Allow me to reintroduce them.
Here we have Darth Maul…
…and a dolphin sprouting majestically from her butt.
Kiko: I’ll take it.
I told you these titles were going to start sounding dumb.
But Gryff, they’ve always sounded—
DO NOT FEAR! For this chapter does not actually have “no content,” just painfully little until the last few screenshots. So let’s cut to the meaningless drivel, eh?
Previously, there was a big Snowflake Day blowout (literally, the fireplace exploded) but ghost-Boa saved our butts with magic. Also, Siesta replaced Dudley’s Capacity to Love chip with Sinister Circuits—at least, I think she did. Try decoding thirty different screenshots of your sim holding a screwdriver suggestively in front of a robot, three years after playing the game and taking no notes.
At this point I’m taking complete creative license.
Dudley: Turn up?
Pete: Turn up!
And so we go where no Langurd has gone before—and probably much, much farther, but let’s take this one chapter at a time.
Previously, Tonu became a teen. I don’t remember his new trait, nor is it particularly relevant thanks to the constant fuckery of Unstable.
The only thing I can be sure of is that he definitely has a crush on Butler June.
Tonu: I’m a turtle eating waffles.
June: That’s nice. I’m a butler eating cake.
Jeez Kau, what’s got your suspenders in a knot?
Kau: I just found out there are at least TWO empty beds in this house.
Kau: …and I’m SO happy to keep sleeping in my roof tent even though it’s winter. I love it SO MUCH.Read the rest of this entry
Here we are at last! The final chapter of—
Nah, I can’t. That’s too cruel a joke.
You see, the previous longest Langurd generation finished at eighteen chapters. That was Gen. 4, when I sent the dweebs to university and did the dual heirship thing. The others have ranged from ten to sixteen, but it’s always an even number for some reason.
Today, we hit eighteen chapters on Gen. 7, and the amount of stuff that has yet to happen is ABSURD. I haven’t blocked anything out beyond 20, but my current guess is… 28? 30? And that’s just until I can post an heir poll.
The biggest worry is that this is the ONE generation where I can actually run out of chapter titles, because there is a finite number of the thing I’m basing them on. At the very least, they’re going to start sounding really dumb. I did NOT think this through, guys!
Shall we begin?
After witnessing Dusty’s tryst with his boss from across the street, Siesta stumbles out into the front yard with hot tub brain. Her gallivanting children are all trickling in just before curfew, so it’s bonding time.
Siesta: So that weather. It sure is weathery, huh?
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