Previous: Poor Unfortunate Souls
I’d like to start this chapter by mentioning some things that I noticed from reading other legacy stories.
- That they aren’t as funny as me (jklol… no srsly)
- 99.9% of the time, the baby-daddy is Mr. I-Love-Fishing-So-Much-That-I’d-Marry-It-If-I-Could Christopher Steel
- And that the annoying as hell lovely sims always refer to the author as “Master”, “Lady”, or “That Voice Inside My Head That No One Else Can Hear (I swear I’m not crazy)”
I really only wrote out this shit-list because I wanted to discuss the third point – My sims don’t dote me with terms of endearment or even call me “Master” to show superiority. No, instead they call me “Bitch”, which is really short for “That Bitch Who Won’t Shut The Fuck Up”.
Previous: In A World of My Own…
Hey, guys. Whats up?
Nothing? … That’s… what it is like here.
I don’t know if any of you watch the news/weather channel, but the northeast of the United States (where I live) was recently (as in, like, two weeks ago) hit hard by a ginormous blizzard. We got 30 fucking inches of snow in 24 hours! WHAT THE HELL?
So, yeah. Now I am trapped inside of my house and I can’t go anywhere/do anything. It sucks more than a hooker with a vacuum.
UGH, ANYWAYS – Remember that bonus chapter I mentioned at the end of last chapter? Yeah, I don’t know if that’s even going to happen… I’M SORRY. I HAVE OTHER MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO WRITE.
For instance, this legacy. I should probably be working my ass off writing these chapters since I’m already on generation 4 in-game…
BUT GUESS WHO DOESN’T ACTUALLY GIVE A SHIT? :D