Welcome back, everyone, to the legacy that is only a month younger than my son. He is turning seven this year. Fingers crossed I’ll finish by the time he turns ten.
Firstly, I need to drop a pile of bad news on your lap. The legacy is gone. Chad through Jermajesty. Gone. I wasn’t kidding last chapter. I mean, I can only tell from my end, but I’m pretty sure if you go back to my previous chapters and click through, all the pictures are broken. All of them. And I don’t know if or when I will ever be able to fix that. All that work is just poof. POOF.
But let me clean that bad news up (hopefully?) with a dustpan of good news, which is that I also wasn’t kidding when I said I am restarting the legacy. That’s right. Ten more generations of this shiz. Are you going to hang in there? I can only hope, but you may have a life to get to, whereas I probably still won’t. SO LET’S TRY THIS AGAIN, EH? Enough of the talking. We’ve got a lot of work to do.