Previously, on The Dork Legacy: [ 1.0 | 1.1 | 1.2 | 1.3 | 1.4 | 1.5 ] [ 2.0 | 2.1 | 2.2 | 2.3 | 2.4 | 2.5 | 2.6 | 2.7 ] [ 3.0 | 3.1 | 3.2 | 3.3 | 3.4 ] Willoughby: Wait, you're starting the update with THIS picture?! Me: I wanted to show everyone your new eye colour. I deleted the set of eyes that she and Einstein had to make room, and this was the eye on her skintone. I actually like it better. :D Willoughby: Ah, I don't care anyway. I'm old, I don't have to worry about things. Willoughby: But I can still get me some! Willoughby: I love those Goldfish crackers... Algren: Oooh I bet oo do! I bet da wittle puppy wikes da cwackers! Well you certainly belong here, doncha? Margaret: Just your friendly reminder that I'm still pregnant! Look who stopped by to ring the doorbell! Bilbo: COUSIN! I MISSED YOU! Bao-Dur: Uh...yeah...missed you, too, dude. Wtf?! Where did YOU come from? Margaret: Still pregnant here! Yeah. This isn't the half of it. I've NEVER had a sim react this poorly to pregnancy. Margaret: Well it looks like Hillary finally learned her...ZzzZzzz... Margaret: I'M STILL REALLY TIRED! Me: Well...there is that loveseat right behind you. *facepalm* Meanwhile, elsewhere... Nettie: Wow, Roman! You've grown! I haven't really seen much of you since you were a little kid! Roman: Yeah. How's living with my cousin once-removed? Does he snor - Roman: Mmf! Me: O.o Roman: *GRAB GRAB* Me: O.O! Where the hell is Bao-Dur, and why is he not slapping the shit out of her? D: Bao-Dur: Aww hey, where'd the cake go? D: Super Agnes: DA DA DAH! Off to save the day! ...For someone else! D: Sophie: *snif snif* Bao-Dur: Man! I know chicks dig me and all, but I don't like beef! Sophie: *belch* Vanessa: ;-; Me: T^T NOT AGAIN. Nettie: Let's commit adultery! :D Roman: Hey, just because I'm naked, doesn't mean I want to do you. Sigh. You just HAD to be pretty, didn't you? Filcher: I THINK YOU ARE IGNORING THE MORE IMPORTANT ISSUE HERE! GladOS: Excellent. The subject reacted as expected to the Aperture Science Bovine Life-Ending Utility. Me: Did YOU have something to do with this? D: GladOS: Certainly not. You must have misinterpreted my statement. Nettie: I didn't even get to say goodbye... Me: WELL MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T HAVE YOUR TONGUE DOWN YOUR SECOND-COUSIN-BY-MARRIAGE-ONCE-REMOVED's THROAT, YOU WOULD HAVE. Me: Well, that didn't last long. What about mourning? Nettie: Can't. Got stuff to do. Oh, hey, Margaret. How's the baby? I'm gonna go do your man. Me: D: Margaret: ZzzzzZzz... Nettie: Come on, I'm not married, you're not married, let's do it! Roman: I'm still engaged though. I just...it's wrong. Roman: Oh, what the hell, what are Romance sims for? Me: ...*facepalm* Nettie: Ah, that was nice. Roman: ZzzZzz.. Me: YEAH. YOU SLEEP IN YOUR GREAT-AUNT'S BED. OF SIN. Okay, seriously, STOP IT. JUST STOP. D: Nettie: Aw, Dad! It's so nice to see you again! Einstein: You, too, honey. Nettie: Teehee! I'm gonna make your life miserable for making me get married in the first place! Me: DDDD: Nettie: Hey, how about? Einstein: I'm a married, man, young lady. And you should really be in mourning. Nettie: Oh, Great-Aunt Willoughby, I'm so sad, won't you comfort me? Willoughby: Fuck you, you can't out-romance a romance sim! Nettie: You know, Bilbo, we're not related anymore now that my husband is dead... Bilbo: GTFO WHORE. Bilbo: WAAAAHAAA THAT'S A SENSITIVE SUBJECT. ...Sigh. Einstein is weak. But never fear! Vanessa is here! Go GET HER! >D I SAID...GO GET HER! >DDD Eventually I had to send her in there myself. Vanessa: Oooh, is this new tiling? Vanessa: I feel like I know my way out of this bathroom so well, I could do it with my eyes closed! Vanessa: Wait...WAIT JUST A COTTON PICKIN' MINUTE! Me: >DDD Vanessa: There's a CHAIR in my WAY! D: How am I supposed to play SSX3? ;-; Me: *FACEPALM # 3* Vanessa: I don't get why you sent me in here! Bilbo: HEY! I kind of have to pee here! D< Nettie: You know, I actually LOVE older guys. Einstein: Oooh, really? D: Vanessa! Your husband! Vanessa: OH SWEET IT'S RAINING! :D

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Nettie: Gee, suddenly I'm not tired anymore. Nettie: Oh God! The pain! What's...what's happening to me? Nettie: Roman! Einstein! Someone help me! Bao-Dur...? GladOS: Right on time. Death: WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED TO SEE YOU HERE? Einstein: *streeetch!* Ah, that was a refreshing nap. What's all the noise? GladOS: This was a triumph! Finally a test subject who will not recieve any black marks! HUGE SUCCESS! Everyone: WAAAH WHY NETTIE?! SHE WAS SO SWEET AND INNOCENT!!! Vanessa: Okay. Over it now. :D Bilbo: Hewwo fluffy wuffy! Is oo a pwetty kitty den? Me: >D! Meanwhile, elsewhere in the house, I'm doing something I should have done a while ago. Caedmon: Who is that? I don't recognize her. Me: That's Shelby. She's your grandchild's wife. Caedmon: My grandchild has good taste. Caedmon: Haha, this hair is ridiculous. Why'd you give me this? Me: I just wanted you to look the way you've always looked. Death: YOU AGAIN? Caedmon: There were some...complications. Uh...sweet? Thanks! A shot of the Dork graveyard. The three in the front row are Arial, Nettie, and Bao-Dur. In back are Grump and Cloverfield, Caedmon and Tara. Margaret: Bzuh?! Uh! Wow...where am I? What am I wearing? Was I drunk? Margaret: I had this terrible dream about Roman cheating on me... Margaret: EXCUSE ME BUT I GOT A+'S ALL THROUGHOUT SCHOOL! And...you had to change colour pajamas to do that? Everyone is of course gathered in the bathroom. So I made it over a little bit. Nice Obama-face you got there, Willough? What are you looking at? Willoughby: I just never noticed those little green plusses before. YES EINSTEIN. YOU DID BAD THINGS AND YOU SHOULD CRY! Algren is actually crying over Caedmon. Vanessa: I'm so glad my husband would never cheat on me. :D For the record, I do NOT have jealousy turned off. I have NO IDEA what happened. Margaret: Oh...tired again. D: Margaret: Wait...what was I doing? Me: Er...going to bed? Margaret: Oh damn, I have to pee. *facepalm #4* Random cat picture! You may not be able to tell yet from this update, but I am re-in-love-d with Willoughby. So she gets to live a little longer. Willoughby: WOW! Bao-Dur is delicious! And just to the right, GladOS is finally ready to open her business! GladOS: I am calling to inform you that Project: Aperture Science Farmer's Market of Fresh Aperture Science Produce is ready to launch beta stages. Please send test subjects immediately. Test Subject #1: So! This how they do things in Simerica? Crazy lady sleeping on floor! And where is business? I only see house! Hideo: YOU HIRE BAD PEOPLE! I HATE SIMERICAN BUSINESS RUN BY ROBOT! GladOS: Oh I believe there is something we can do to make you feel better, Insert Name Here. Algren: Oh! Er...Miss GladOS. I've...been practising the register...like...you asked me to. *gulp* GladOS: That is very good. You are performing admirably. Your next test will be to get out of the way. Algren: OH MY GOD! Well...I guess that's one way to please a customer. >.> Hideo: This robot just like robots back in Simppon! I think...I think I love her! Margaret: PEE! I HAVE TO PEE! Margaret: *pees as far away from the toilet as possible* Margaret: Damn. Even *I* think I fail. Willoughby: *is obviously having the time of her life* Willoughby: <3333 Algren: We should really get you a license! In case you run away! Speaking of licenses... Meet the newest member of the Dork family: Mr. Dumble! Mr. Dumble: Oh dear...oh no! What if someone gets hurt?! Yes, I realise that his name is Mr. Dumble Dork. >.> That was an amusing discovery for me. And that's it...I'm sorry, after all that I just don't have the ENERGY to do anything else. Remind me to stop complaining that nothing ever happens to the Dorks.