[the muscles legacy] > 1.6
Catch up for extra credit:
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Warnings for foxes: lesbian stereotypes, streaking, streaking lesbian stereotypes, grilled cheese, and weddingspam.
Oh, and this is a seriously long update. Not in that 'legacy progress' way I keep hearing about on the news, but that 'generally pointless yet plucky random picture' way, so...I suppose it's like all the rest. Except MOAR.
Previously on the Muscles legacy...
YOU'RE ON FUCKING BIRTH CONTROL.
Yuuko: Yeah...apparently you're not supposed to mix it with pizza. But I'm gonna have another baby! :D
College is fraught with cheerleaders, random housemates, and--oh yeah--unplanned births. And they say The Sims lacks realism.
Sens and Yuuko just finished up their sophomore year, which means we're going to be stuck with a kid on campus for awhile.
Joy!
Toju: Congrats on the pregnancy, Yuuko!
Yuuko: Thanks. :)
Eire: It--it's not going to have to kip in my room, is it?
Yuuko: *sighs* No.
Sens: What this house needs is MOAR POTTERY!
Eire: *swoons*
Am I going to have to watch you, QUOTE UNQUOTE FAMILY SIM?! D:
You're on Housemate Probation. It's like academic probation, 'cept it's just me forcing you to make a lot of pottery in the art room.
Even in pregnancy, Yuuko finds time for swag. I'm surprised it's not yet another pizza. She can more or less down a box herself.
Yuuko: WHOOOOO! WHOOOOOOO! STEREO! WHOOOOO!
Sens: ...you passed not one, not two, but three other stereos while walking through the house to put this here. Why the hell did you think we needed another one?
Yuuko: Well...it was free. They were handing them out at the Student Union.
Sens: They hand out stereos, but not free condoms, eh?
Cheerleader: Homework, homework! Yay, HOMEWORK! :D
Er...aren't you a history major, mate?
Toju: Yeah...they weren't kidding when they said you need math for everyday life...
Cheerleader's Runner: *imposes*
Mwahaha. How do you like your housemate probation NAO?!
Eire: Not bad. Silver badge--I'm getting up there.
...damnit, she's an Arts OTH. >_<
Menu selection screens are srs bsns.
Sens: Oh, hey, that is you back there.
...you guys are dating? XD
Toju: Not really. She's just overly friendly when she eats grilled ch--
--shut up. You're dating so I can consolidate you into one bedroom.
She's not a slut. She just comes on a little strong.
Toju: Yuuko, you're starting to look like a bird of some sort...not an albatross, more like a...flamingo?
Random Dormie: Dude, you're lookin' to die.
Sens: So...Yu, I've been thinking about this...baby thing, and if you want us to drop out of college, I think you should know that's totally okay, and--
Yuuko: --nonsense. I'll have this thing and we'll raise it here. I'll only end up missing a few classes. Nothing major. Like what's for dinner?
Sens: Eggs. And this'll be cool! Plus, if we get fed up with the little bastard, we can just ship it off to Gla--
Sens: --Doof...
...I think the child survived that.
Meanwhile, Tsuna's being slightly low-key, but overall awesome for AUTONOMOUS HOUSEWORK ACTION.
She cleans plates...
...is easily scarred by Toju's rebound weight issues...
...and still finds time to mack with her hot lesbian girlfriend in the student union.
Peacenik Dormie: Hey, were you guys in Philosophy today?
And, of course, she's totally butch.
Tsuna: Actually, I just like to use the power sander. The sparks are pretty! :D
Noodle, of course, just waltzes about with a disparaging look on his face.
Noodle: ...just give up.
Yuuko: Hello? Hello? I'd like to alert you to my pop this time so it's not a complete surprise like the first one!
Sens: ...teddy bears. Teddy bears will make all my problems go away.
Yuuko: *boing*
Awkward Cow: ._.
Dancing with someone in their third trimester is a lot like dancing with a senior--most of your time is spent worrying they will topple over.
Sens: FFFFFUUUUUUUUUU--
Everyone should dance outside in their pyjamas at least once.
And propose in same. ._.
I actually forgot to go through with the real marriage in the end, and I didn't feel like making room for her girlfriend fiance. Maybe someday.
Sens: Shit...she can't steal my swag if I sneak...like THIS!
Random Dormie: So this is why people warn me not to walk by this place.
Yuuko: Hello? Pleased to be having attention nao!
Sens/Toju: Nag, nag, nag...
Yuuko: ohhhhohhhhhhhhowwwwohhh
Sens: Just breathe, Yuuko, just like las...oh, holy shit, is she really eating the wall? Haha! That's fucking hilarious! :D
Yuuko: THERE!
Sens: WTF?! O_O
Right there with you, mate.
Um...the possessed child is named Beretta Toyoda. She's a spawn of Satan girl, with mostly Sens-ish features and Yu's eyes.
Sens: Whoo! Baby! *claps*
The Girlfriend: Oh, that's so neat! I'm so glad I never have to do that! ._.
Sens: ...lditcanIholditcanIholditcanIhold...
Toju: Ohhhh, hello little baby, hello, hello hello!
Sens: This is your godfather Toju. He'll be a rich businessman someday and will buy you lots of presents.
Eire: OH IT'S TEH LITTLE BABBEH SO KYOOOTE YUSH YUSH...
Sens: This is your auntie Eire. She'll be psychotic someday and come at you with a cooking knife.
Introductions done, Sens has that same old nasty realisation that he just had another kid.
Sens: C'mon, Toju, we're drinking my problems away. Again.
Actually, some random called him up for an outing, but bah, he would've gone anyways. XD.
Sens: Kiss kiss, dahling.
Shelby: Kiss kiss.
Sens: Kiss kiss, dahling.
Random Kidling: Kiss kiss.
Sens: Kiss kiss, dah--wait a second...
Toju: Don't stop.
Sens: Can I have a hug? My girlfriend just had a baby and I'm--
Shelby: HELLZ FRIGGIN' NAW.
There's a face you'd have to grow to love. In fact...
...has anyone played Morrowind?
Because this bloke is totally her.
Oh come on, Sens. Now you're just being petty.
Sens: No, not her!
Sens: Hail of cutlery! The horror, the horror!
Toju: *sips water idly*
Good friend.
Shouldn't they give you a free meal for that? >_> Not that they don't have enough cash, it's just more realistic I think.
Server: *detours through entire outdoors patio just to walk by Sens' chess table*
Sens: I'm watching you this time, bitch.
So many people on this lot lack direction. It's kind of sad, really.
Shelby doesn't hug, but she has no problems invading a stranger's personal space bubble.
Shelby: Hey, if I turned around REAL FAST right now, my hair would slice your jugular open! :D
Townie: *looks desperately for retreat*
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
We call for a nanny 'cos everyone's at class or out drinking, and we get Karen, of course.
Does she bring back memories, peasandlove? ;D
Although I think there's something defective with mine...
She cleans...everything...
Karen: I'm tough on grime.
Her armpits included.
Karen: Damned sweater rash. Why th' hell d'I gots t'buy them hemp cardigans?
Tsuna decides to mosey around naked for absolutely no reason whatsoever.
I don't know why and never found out. ._. Autonomous shower gone bad?
Or good, depending on your perspective. Karen, however, tries to flee.
Tsuna: Can't run for long. ;)
I think I need new stamps...or do I? >_>
Okay, well this is the Karen we all know and detest.
Karen: Shut yer' damn trap. No, wait...with th' bottle in it.
Meanwhile, Noodle is attacking a llama.
Noodle: Damnit! Missed the jugular.
Aw, really? You again?
I loathe how they demand on bringing you over to the SS lot no matter what you're doing. It's a pain.
I thought he was going to go for Yuuko since she's boning a SS member, but he actually didn't.
Tujo: Pip pip, good chap!
That's nice. Go home now.
Looks safe.
Yuuko: What, do you think I actually want to touch that thing?
The diaper, or your child?
Yuuko: ;)
Yuuko: Oh--you're still here?
Karen: Where's the damn--oh, you got 'im? Here's another bottle.
Goodbye, Karen. ._.
This is also the time that I realise the nursery is lacking a little something.
Namely, shelter.
I might want to get on that.
HAHAHA I GET IT.
...get it?
She got me a Recalling Rug?
To remember our time togther?
...Recalling?
...get it?
I have Eire propose to Toju so she'll STOP ROLLING BLOODY WANTS TO GET HITCHED TO SENS.
Sens: ...don't turn around...just ignore them and price this painting.
Eire really hops on that soul train.
Yuuko: You know, breakfast really isn't...I'm going outside.
A couple of mid-morning townie makeovers later, I discover I somehow have James Iha hair in my downloads folder.
This entertains me (and only me) to no end, but I have no suitably Asian dormies to put it on, so I just slap it on a random one.
Yuuko: And here's the new you!
James Iha Dormie: Oh, that's...something.
...I've got nothing.
Sens: What? Nothing? Not even something about how we're breathing in each other's scent?
Nope.
Yuuko: Not some lame crack about how I'm almost groping myself?
No thank you.
Sens: Well, that's lame.
OH, BLOODY HELL.
The OMNIDRIVER: I...I feel like I've been here before. Deja vu.
SS Bloke: *morphs into Agent Smith* A glitch in the Matrix. I'll terminate it.
The OMNIDRIVER: ...are you still paying your fare?
I just stuck him on the roof 'till he buggered off. :p. He was gunning for Yuuko.
I...suppose they're cute enough together. Don't really know if I can see it.
Eh, I think they work though.
I have a very interracial household. ._.
Tsuna: *snores obnoxiously as the couples wake one another up*
I love you, Tsuna.
Well, at least she didn't think of eating Beretta.
Yuuko: Hey. You're looking thin. Go eat a drumstick.
Tsuna is an excellent nanny. Everyone chips in on kidling duties, but she actually rolls wants to do it from time to time.
She gets godmother.
"aww butterflies outside baby's window how idyllic"
Well, I'm already sick of babby so it's GARDEN PARTY TIME.
Er...Tsuna, you can find a better spot if you'd like.
Tsuna: Nah, don't worry about it. I'm good.
What if Beretta wanted to do that, Yuuko? What if?
Sens: Aww, cake? It doesn't look very tasty...
For some reason, Beretta just won't age up, so I shrug and have Yuuko pop her on the ground for awhile. Eire randomly ages her up in the kitchen in the middle of the night.
...bowl cuts do not deserve confetti, Beretta.
Well...she's not the most stunningest toddle ever, but I think she'll grow up nicely. Let's hope.
Post-makeover action. She looks a lot like Sens.
Oh, and I gave her freckles. :D
Yuuko: And then the prince tossed his adversary an apple. "A poisoned apple?" asked his foe. "You won't fool me so easily." "I would never commit such treachery," replied the prince.
Yuuko: And then the prince ran over the fucker in his Corvette. The end.
Beretta: Heeheehee! *bites fingers*
So it's an urban fairy tale, then.
Meanwhile...well, there's a fire, and Noodle suddenly decides he'd rather like to be on the other side of it.
Noodle: Mrow! I want to go sunbathe over there, plz! :O
At this point, I'm starting to think Noodle's just a little defective in the head. Baby? "I can't get by!" Fire? "Can't pass!" Death? "I want the bed, plz!"
That's really helpful, you guys.
Yuuko: Taking out garbage is srs bsns, what do you want?
Okay. So most of the legacies I read seem to have some strange fascination with potty training faces.
I have no clue why, but here's a montage for your viewing pleasure regardless. ._.
Feel complete now? :p.
Herr Kaninchen: Gurl can walk!
And talk, apparently. She uses this newfound skill to discuss balls with the lesbian.
Um. I'm not going to a--
Eire: Flexibility training.
I said I wasn't going to ask.
Sens: Solid gold, baby. :)
...we have a garden?
Sens: It appears so.
Good to know! >_<
Art party in the living room. It takes three college students to realise that all treasure maps dug up appear to be the same. This is naturally rather suspicious.
Tsuna: Eh, whatever. Needs more chicks.
Skilling in bed? That's...kind of epic.
Not as epic as that tuberculosis poster, however.
Eire: C'mere. ;)
Toju: Yeah, yeah, one minute. Emeril's doing crepes today.
Soon, Sens. Soon.
Tsuna: Hey, we're really going to miss you and Yu when you graduate. It'll feel kind of empty 'round here.
Coachess: You call that a COMPLIMENT? Drop and give me fifty!
Tsuna: You'd like that, you old hag.
Sens: I CHALLENGE YOU, SAH, TO A DUEL! D:<
Cow Bloke: I certainly acc--wait a sec, is that really water?
Sens: No--it's Brown Cow! HAHAHA!
'aww'.
Yuuko's a good mother, although she rolls more 'Blog About Some Bullshit Hobby' wants than 'Teach Beretta...' ones.
ORLY? >_>
She did slack a little academically while pregnant, and her GPA went down a little which makes me shudder 'cos I'm a perfectionist and all my sims have to be perfect in school.
._. Ah well.
I finally realise that Beretta never opened her birthday presents, what with the whole aging difficulty and all.
Of course, I've already bought all the items that came in the presents, but hey.
Eire: You do that. I'm going for a grilled cheese break.
...Tsuna? You're playing chess?
Tsuna: Um...yes?
I can barely get you to influence someone to write your damn term paper. What's with the sudden nerdy pastime?
Tsuna: ...well...
Ah...I get it.
Tsuna: Don't tell Sens, 'kay?
Trouble in paradise?
Yuuko: Take the bitch before I sacrifice her to the dark lord RAGE.
Yuuko: Much better! *practices romance*
So...whom do you think you need to romance, missy?
Yuuko: Well, if we ever get a pool, we're going to need to hire a pool boy right? And you know how that goes, one thing leads to--
--me being sorry I asked.
SS Bloke: Nice shoes. Wanna--
Yuuko: --you finish that pickup line and I'll shove 'em a good meter up your arse.
SS Bloke: ...tell me where you bought them? I'm looking for a pair for my girlfriend's birthday.
Yuuko: ...Oh.
This picture would be normal and fine if it weren't for the fact Yuuko and Sens were boinking on the bed in the background.
Beretta: Auntie Tsuna, why is Mum yodeling?
Tsuna: They don't pay me enough to tell you, dear.
Beretta: Oh, Herr Kaninchen, you make me want to...want to...
Beretta: PELVIC THRUST!
I think this is a scary photograph. ._.
You know your child is destined for great things when she ages up into low-rise jeans sans underwear.
Beretta: I feel PRETTY! :D
Let's just nip off and fix that, okay?
Beretta: ...and everyone could see my landing strip. I don't know what I was thinking.
Tsuna: Hey, a little maintenance now and again and no one will mind.
...okay, I'll stop that. I swear.
...but they're just giving me so much bait! D:
Yuuko/Dormie: Oh, the sweet smell of TOGA PARTIES! :D
Random: What the hell? Family bonding? Insane...
Like father, like daughter.
Sens: HAHAHA, she's such a hypocrite. :D
Tsuna gets into the party spirit by...um...stapling the window?
Tsuna: I'm playing with my RC car!
...where?
Yeah. Well.
I'm just going to sigh and attend to someone else.
Like Toju, who apparently deems it acceptable to turn on lights and do homework in a sleeping child's bedroom.
Toju: Hey, you don't mind, do you? Beretta? Do you? ...are you dreaming. I like dreaming. It's nice.
Llama Bloke: Sleeping, sleeping! Goooo...SLEEPING!
Toju: Homework is HARD. D:
Beretta: ...nightmare...it's all just another nightmare...
Beretta: Okay, I can't do this anymore. FML.
Yuuko: Um...I think I used too much OxyClean...
That has to sting, what with all the bubbles going up her nose.
This is my favourite painting, ever.
I mean, it doesn't score very high on the technical aspects 'cos the thought bubbles are ALWAYS SO FRICKIN' HIGH above their heads that it's difficult to get them in frame, but...
10/10 for content, amirite?
Batbox: Beretta's IQ is 300.
FUCK YEAH. :D
Plus, she's an advocate of MOAR SCIENCE, which is always good.
Beretta: This just means I shouldn't be forced to live with these ingrates.
Eire: Oh, you wash your hands, bbycakes.
Sens: ...okay! :D
He has his oblivious moments.
...why are you passed out around the side of the house? Normally people drop around the portal or in the bathroom.
Tsuna: ...restorable car...zzzzz...
I never understood why that's such an energy drain. Most of the mechanics I know are pretty lively and hyped up when working on cars.
Sens: *asks for it*
Tsuna: I feel suddenly compelled to run for my life... D:
Well, since Beretta is a super-genius, I decide to get her popped into private school even though she hasn't been to class once.
Eire: Hey there. Don't mind me. Floor pizza?
BJ: Don't mind if I do.
I swear they just named the man BJ to make that popup rife with sexual subtext.
The OMNIDRIVER: ...they have a kid now? Fuck, that headmaster's SCREWED. Poor guy.
Beretta: Pleased to meet you sir. Um, come in quickly--it's hailing--and I'll give you a tour.
BJ: OH HELLS YEAH HAIL! :D *15 points*
Beretta: ...are you sure his is the school I want to be in?
Beretta: Oh, just give me a minute, sir. Mummy and Daddy forgot to clean up the last time they boinked.
BJ: *15 points*
Why is the headmaster so damned easy to please? D:
Beretta gets in, of course, for better or for worse.
Then again, private school uniforms are always better.
I woke up, it was seven, waited 'till eleven...
Beretta: I bloody hate this song. *switches off alarm* Silent Hill needs some new radio stations.
Eire: GOOD MORNING! :D
Yuuko: *twitch*
Sens: ...Eire, what're you--oh, shit. Clothes.
Sinatra: Oh, Sens. *laugh track*
I never noticed there was a football in the background...
Perhaps they're just all secretly sports fans and there's really no kind of subtext involved when it comes to balls?
Apparently, I was listening to a little Rilo Kiley around here.
Beretta's a right little starlet. And Frank approves!
Sinatra: Kid's going far.
Study party!
The nerds. ._.
Tsuna: Hey guys, what's--
Toju/Eire: SHIT GET OUT D:
Cheerleader: EHEEHEE! They'll never expect me!
Toju/Tsuna: *grind*
Pizza: *smells*
Beretta: ...why? Just, why? Why must I live here?
Beretta: I suppose having a gnome workbook makes up for that in part. *BFFles notebook* Come, Eire. You have half a brain when it comes to academics. Help me with my trigonometry.
Eire: Ooh, are you doing maths? I LOVE MATHS! :D Let's work on timestables! Once one is...
Beretta: ...oh, I think I've suddenly learned how to study! You're so good. Well, thanks for your time.
Beretta seems inherently opposed to bringing home kids from school, so she's friendless aside from their little 'family'. However, every time they invite this woman over to a party, she sneaks off with Beretta to talk in a back corner of the lot. I've no clue why.
Constantine: Snell's Law? I know, it's just so satisfying how it works out! And Snellius, well...damn, he was a looker!
Beretta: INORITE?! :D *giggles*
Eire: Large pot is large. *gold badge*
Beretta: Dad, what is going on in this television programme? Why the hell is there a giant Servo?
Sens: I have no fucking clue.
Finally, there's just one last day of classes for Sens and Yuuko. Time for one last family breakfast.
I know I eat pork chops for breakfast, anyways...
I finally notice that Sens never whipped out his Intelligence career reward.
However, aside from stalking purposes it's an incredibly useless reward, isn't it? D:
Oh, and I bought them a womrat since Yuuko, Tsuna, and Beretta all rolled wants for one.
He's albino and his name is Seifer.
Noodle: What the hell is this shit?
The OMNIDRIVER: Oh, she lives here? Haha, that girl is screwed, the poor kid. XD.
Beretta: It's dangerous to go alone! Take this! Actually, you can't have it, 'cos it's MY A+ report card! :D
How idyllic...wait a second...
Don't turn around, okay?
Sens: Excuse me! EXCUSE ME! I'm not about to walk on gravel, for chrissakes! Can you imagine what that would do to my boots?
However, trouncing jerk mascots is perfectly fine for one's boots.
Eire: EWW, HE TOUCHED ME! Unclean! UNCLEAN!
Nerds.
Tsuna: I'm reading smut.
You're still nerds.
oh yeah sextuploplat
Actually, this isn't a lemonade stand but a psychiatric advice booth. Beretta just didn't want to pay the licensing fees.
Beretta: Got a question? FIFTY DOLLA.
Hey, look! It's Sexy Red-Booted Mistress, except this time I actually have people home to greet her!
Sexy Red-Booted Mistress: Er...is that sugar?
Beretta: It can be whatever you want it to be.
Beretta: See? The table doesn't mind it.
...you can stop pouring, now.
Sexy Red-Booted Mistress: Alright, tell it to me straight--do the ripped striped tights work for me, or no?
Beretta: Take this cup of lemonade--seventeen dollars, please--and by the time you're finished it, your answer will become clear.
Sexy Red-Booted Mistress: Thanks!
Professor #1435: *shudders*
Beretta: And there you have it.
Sens: HELLYES. I'm done! :D
Stand back, kids. He's fully qualified to do MOAR SCIENCE now.
Yuuko's done as well. She finished with a 3.8 GPA 'cos of the pregnancy and all.
Yuuko: OH THANK GOD I'M DONE!
Beretta: Mum...it's good you're excited and all, but this hurts my limbs. D:
Yay. It's almost time to say goodbye, you guys.
Although there are a few loose ends to tie up first.
For one, Beretta hasn't been properly scarred for life yet.
Sure, this picture looks innocuous enough, but Yukko just let forth one of those strange mid-WooHoo yodels from upstairs and Beretta popped up this thought bubble, so...
Beretta also has a serious thing for Seifer here. She decides to traumatize the poor thing by squeezing it in her comparatively giagantor hands.
Beretta: OH TEH KYOOTE! :D
Huffing womrats will get you nowhere in life, Beretta.
Beretta: It's okay. Everyone does it.
Her own mother included, apparently.
Alright, fine, huff all the womrats you want. Don't come crying to me when you get mange.
The other thing I need to do is actually marry Eire and Tujo, seeing as they've been engaged for most of the update.
Tsuna has as well, but again, I forgot about her. :p.
The two spend their last few pre-nupital moments doing some domestic duties in their formalwear.
Eire: I'm catering. Every proper wedding serves grilled cheese, right?
...right.
Er...Shelby, you've been invited. There's no need to sneak into the party.
Shelby: No, no--I just really hate greeting lines.
Oh. Well, carry on then. You can hide in the art studio 'till the ceremony.
Shelby: Thanks.
The women immediately flock to the open bar (which consists of a single bottle of champagne, but whatever).
Yuuko: OH NO YOU DIDN'T. I pull off that dress so much better.
The OMNIDRIVER: Oh, christ, what are they doing now?
Beretta: What the...why is all this stuff--oh, hey Grandpa!
Sian: Shit...he had another kid? Um...hello...oh, Syla! Excuse me, little girl.
Evidently Syla never received the memo saying you're not supposed to look more dollsome than the bride.
Eire: Oh, I don't mind. I can still stare at her for another fifteen minutes. After that, it's considered cheating.
I just figured out that you can use chairs for wedding ceremonies. This greatly amuses me. :)
Beretta loses at Musical Chairs, though. I just stuck her up front and called her the ringbearer.
Eire: Pssh. Mine's prettier.
Beretta: A round of applause, everyone!
Do people actually clap at wedding ceremonies? I've only ever been to one. >_<
Apparently kissing the bride deserves a standing O from Atsumi over there.
Yuuko: Shit. Am I supposed to stand up too? Should I? Does it look weird that I'm not standing? Do people always stand? I hate sitting in the front row!
Apparently everyone else had this little dilemma as well.
Toju: That's nice. I'm kind of hungry.
Eire: Yeah, me too. Want a grilled cheese?
...eat your dessert first, kids.
Toju, mate, I would be backing away if I saw Eire with a knife.
Toju: No worries. She's not in my will quite yet.
Eire: What, you're too lazy to cut your own piece? Fine, here...
Note to self: outdoor tables...>_<
Shelby: Here's to you, random partycrasher with a fro!
Fro Bloke: Thanks, y'all! :D
Eire: It's like magic in the palm of my hand!
Sens: INORITE?! :D
Sparklers in the daytime. That works.
Sens: Here's to the happy couple!
All: Hear, hear!
Eire/Yuuko/Tsuna: I'd totally go gay for Syla...
Fro Bloke: I'd totally--
Sens: --you make one single move on my mother and I'll pluck your eyeballs out with my fingers.
Well, the wedding party eventually winds down, so Sens immediately picks up the phone and invites most everyone right back over for a grad party. XD
Hey, the decorations are still up, so I may as well get this over with.
Yuuko: *shudders*
Sens: Okay, this is great! When the fuck can I change? D:
Syla: Yes! That way leads to more grandchildren!
Sens: mhm
Like father, like son.
Yuuko: ...is there a single person in his entire family I haven't seen naked now?
Oh yeah--they invite Uggz to the party, just for posterity.
Of course, nobody ever talks to her. This picture is just to show how little anyone likes her. :D
Yuuko: *makes whooshing noises*
Tsuna: That's so cool! :D *BFFles*
I decide to give those crazy kids one last moment together, so they set some shit on fire.
Tsuna: Hey, this fire makes me think about what we should do to the government. Have I ever told you guys what I think we sho--
Toju: Yes.
Eire: Yes.
Sens: Oh god, yes. Too many times.
Tsuna: Well, it's different this time! Now I think we should BOMB it! :D
Yuuko: *headdesk*
Synchronized bonfire dance!
Then, finally...
...what the hell is this? D:
Age-up clothing I actually like and might even keep for awhile?!
They're even Sinatra-approved...
Sens: I don't have to clean up. :)
The OMNIDRIVER: ...fuck, it's him! I have to drive him all the way back to Silent Hill? D:
Eh. The clothes don't really suit her, but whatever.
Obviously, they take Noodle and Beretta back to the house too. It's not that easy to abandon your children, I suppose.
(Although I did have to use the Sim Blender on the home lot after a half hour of trying to get Beretta to move out with them. Shh, don't tell anyone.)
At last, they get back to the rubble...or not.
GlaDos: Welcome home. ;D
Next time on the Muscles legacy...
A little buildspam, a little childspam...and maybe another generation one of these days. >_<
Oh, and I'm going off to university in 20 days. Moving is fun. :D