Chapter Sixty-Five: Many Expletives

Seven generations into the legacy and this is what we’ve become. A shell of a house and no money to speak of, a newly perished sister-in-law, and… and…

PEACHES, DID YOU KNOW YOU WERE ON FIRE?! WHY DID YOU STAND IN THE FLAMES UNTIL YOU WERE ACTUALLY BURNING OMG I HATE EVERYTHING

Peaches Honeyblossom: It’s okay, Jermajesty, you’ll be safe right here. I’m going to get some help for you.

YES, HURRY, GET IN THE SHOWER.

Wait… no. No, that is not… NO. WHAT? But… but why?!

Anna: I am so glad we actually have competent firefighters in this town. Peaches, the fire is under control now.

Anna: Peaches? The fire is…

Anna: Oh no, PEACHES.

Spec Wildhorse: Sorry I’m late, I had to finish things at wo—What happened here?

Firefighter: Sad faces.

Spec Wildhorse: It smells like… like my wife in here. Only with an overpowering aroma of smoldering ash…

Spec Wildhorse: Noooo, Astrid. The only woman who I could get to marry me :(

Astrid: It’s okay, Spec. It just wasn’t meant to be.

DID SOMEONE SAY DEATH? WHUSSUP.

Astrid: Hey, Mr. Reaper. You know, I didn’t even get to go on my honeymoon. You owe me a night of passion.

CONSIDER IT DONE, SPICY LADY.

WHO’S NEXT? I WAS TOLD I’D BE GETTING TWO HOTTIES TONIGHT.

WAIT, THERE IS A BABY ON THE FLOOR RIGHT THERE. THAT IS UNSANITARY.

Peaches Honeyblossom: You’re here for me, Grim. But I don’t want to go.

I’M NOT IN THE BUSINESS OF CARING WHAT PEOPLE WANT, DOLLFACE.

Peaches Honeyblossom: But what about my BABY? He’s going to grow up an orphan!

Peaches Honeyblossom: Please, Mr. Reaper. Please, I beg you. Let me live so that I may give my son the life he deserves. I’ll do anything!

ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY LET YOU LIVE, PEACHES HONEYBLOSSOM. THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO.

Peaches Honeyblossom: *sobs*

GOOD LUCK, JERMAJESTY CREEPER.

28 thoughts on “Chapter Sixty-Five: Many Expletives

  1. The sad feels… they are incredibly overwhelming… D: Poor Peaches, poor Spec and most of all poor little baby Jermajesty. D:

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  2. YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE IT THERE?!?!?! What’s going to happen to the legacy now?!?!

    Can we murder Shing? This is all his fault. This is all Shing’s fault.

    PEACHES NO! D=

    ;-;

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  3. HNNNNG I DON’T KNOW IF I SHOULD LIKE THIS POST OR NOT BUT I’M GOING TO ANYWAY BECAUSE I FEEL IT COULD BE SUPPORTIVE
    *DED*

    I don’t even know what to say! This has all gone horribly wrong!

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  4. I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID ABOUT ‘GOOD THING THE NEXT ONE’S UP ALREADY’!

    I can’t even… I don’t know. I’m freaking out. I didn’t realize a legacy could affect me this much. I am not happy.

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  5. WHAT OMG JUST WHAT EVEN JUST HAPPENED. This is last week’s Game of Thrones all over again. D: You are the George R. R. Martin of legacies, making me love your sims and then slaughtering them before my eyes! (Not that you did this on purpose, lol. But still. AAHHHH.)

    What even happens when only a baby is left on the lot?? I need to know now!!

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  6. Oh lawd, social services is going to come and this isn’t fair. ;-; she didn’t even move!!! CAN’T YOU JUST GO BACK IN TIME BEFORE ALL OF THIS IT WAS A GLITCH WE WON’T COUNT IT AGAINST YOU, WE SWEAR, WE SWEAR WE SWEAR WE SWEARRRRRR!!!!!

    ;-; I’m going to go take a shower and cry under the boiling water now.

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  7. Awww hell no. Re do. This is unacceptable. Peaches’ life was so sadddd. D: She never even got to ride a horse!

    My heart = broken

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  8. WHAT THE FRIGGING FRIGGITY FUK?! WHERE’S THE NEXT CHAPTER?!

    Poor, poor Jermajesty. I’m hoping that you’re going to move in one of Peaches siblings to take care of this little guy. Otherwise, how can a toddler raise himself?

    I’m just … stunned. I take back what I said last chapter. Peaches is really the unlucky one. And Grim is just mean. Cool, for quoting Dumbledore, but mean :(

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  9. Saddest day in sim history is right. Other legacies have had sims die in accidents, hell even this one did. But Chad’s death is somehow way less sad than this. Poor baby (new toddler?) Jermajesty, having to live with the fact that his birthday cake killed his mother. Damn, talk about a hard start to your life.

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