Chapter Twenty-Three: Ignis

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The Lianginator says: It is time for you to introduce my stats.

Indeed, it is!  Because what’s a legacy without stats, right?  What?  Did you forget this is a legacy?  I did too, actually.  Don’t feel bad.

Liang Creeper (formerly Yat Sen!) enjoys latin music, much like the love of his life, Fifi.  Did he change that to be more compatible with her?  Probably.  He also likes to eat Dim Sum because dim sum nice foods.  His favorite color is black.  I don’t have anything to attempt to be witty with for that.

His traits are freaking awesome.  He is Neat, meaning he gets a nice little ‘Clean House’ option when you clickety around.  Who needs a maid now?  He’s also Handy, meaning he might not die while trying to fix the dishwasher.  He’s Good, which is… good.  And to top it all off, he is Never Nude and Easily Impressed, just like his wife.  No wonder she rolled the want to woohoo him the second she greeted him when they first met.  They’re total soul mates, I believe it now.

And because all of this is already so ridiculously long, I’ll also mention that Liang comes in with 9 athletic points.  Nice!  Now on to not-so-stat-like things.

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Déjà Vu

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Before I get into the Creepers, I’d like you all to meet Roosevelt.  He’s my daughter’s simself’s son with Skip Broke, lulz.  I’m happy to have him because last time my simself died with no grandchildren and I was a sad panda.

Roosevelt: Marry me in?

If you’re good.  Anydangwayz, let’s get this party started.  It’ll have to be a quiet party, though.  I’ve got an awful headache :/

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Chapter Twenty: International House of Babies

Pregnancy didn’t phase Fifi at all.  She continued doing whatever she felt like doing each day.  Everyone was off her back for the most part, and although the big question in their minds was where the baby came from in the first place, they were happy to keep quiet about it.  All they knew was that it was definitely not from the cabbage patch.

Tallulah: Psst, dad, maybe it’s Bob Newbie’s.

Gerald:  Shh!  No, I don’t think she ever had any real feelings for him.  I think the only reason she ever showed any interest was bec–

Fifi: *singing* I heeeear yoooou!

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