Generation Four: Part Three
Last we left off, poor neglected little Dionne was declared heir, laughed like a hyena, went to college, hated the world, and lost her virginity to Benjamin Long's Irish Nephew in a hot tub!
Guess Greg got the job done after all.
Once they did it on dry land, I realized he was a wham-bammer when he left the lot immediately afterwards. Ah, romance.
The sexing inspired Dionne to be more affectionate, or something, and she started trying to hug all the dormies she didn't want to brutally murder. But as you can see, poor neglected Dionne is still poor and neglected.
Dionne: YOU ARE SO ON MY HIT LIST NOW, ASSHOLE.
Pervy Dormie: You can hit me anytime, baby.
Dionne: SHUT UP, I HATE YOU TOO.
The punching bag fights back on a regular basis now. Dionne cries less, though.
Dionne: HOLY SHIT MY BOYFRIEND IS NAKED!
Dionne: HOLY SHIT WAS IT ALWAYS THAT SMALL?
And now, Things Dionne Hates, Volume II.
Old women.
Desks.
Sirens.
Men she's never met.
Cats, the musical.
THE WHOLE WORLD AND EVERYTHING IN IT.
But she loOoOoOoOoOoOoves splashing in puddles!
Though she does it way in the back of the dorm so nobody sees her acting like a three-year-old.
STOP IT, DIONNE.
This happens so often the dormies don't even care anymore.
Things Dionne Hates, Volume III.
Pop. (YES POP. NOT SODA. TAKE THAT AMERICANS.)
Trains.
Violions.
Graphs or whatever that is.
Makeup.
Pink dresses.
Aladdin.
Political science, even though it's her major.
Airplanes.
Politicians.
X-rays. Or maybe hands. Well, probably both.
Charts with rotated Es all over it.
Rectal thermometers.
GUESS WHO'S BACK!
Kinky Maid: You, me, and your reflection? Come on, it'll be totally hot!
One of the reasons I love Dionne is that she's an expert at channeling Danica.
Oh look! Someone finally agreed to a hug!
Dionne: So how about we make out now?
Dormie: :O
Whatever, Dormie. She's got hotter people than you to make out with, anyway.
Dionne: *jabs repeatedly at the up button*
Greg: *does not get it up*
O RLY! TOO LATE YOU LOST YOUR CHANCE.
Dionne: Marry me and I won't hurt you in your sleep.
Greg: OMG OMGOMGO GMOMGOMG SQUEEEEEEEEEEEELKEJRLKJEEA!!!11!1!!
Dionne: ...Shit, my husband's girlier than I am.
She graduated with a 4.0 and transitioned into the most non-gag-inducing outfit possible. Win!
Jason: HOORAY FOR THE NEWLYWEDS!
Kendra: What's he clapping about? Newlyweds? Is someone getting married? I don't see any bride or groom.
Dionne: I like fatties, so start eating!
Greg Bryant
Aspiration: Popularity
LTW: Become Media Magnate
Zodiac: Leo
Sloppy/Neat: 4
Shy/Outgoing: 10
Lazy/Active: 4
Serious/Playful: 4
Grouchy/Nice: 3
Turn ons: Red hair and fatness
Turn off: Cologne
Bed WooHoo: even creepier than Hot Tub WooHoo.
Danica Dionne: Ooh baby, watching you take a dump gets me so hot!
She got into the law track at a high enough level to get the career reward before actually going to work! However:
Why am I not surprised.
So, she's pregnant. And this was her maternity wear. Wut.
In case you were wondering, Kendra is still hopelessly smitten with herself. She's admiring the beauty of her youth one last time before...
She can start admiring the beauty of her age. She's a painfully adorable elder, but I think Camille Foxworth still takes the cake.
Dionne: Congratulations on dropping out of college to marry me!
Greg: Congratulations on getting good enough grades to be able to support my unskilled ass!
Forget personal hygiene, there's a baby to pop out!
It's a boy, Ashley.
...And a girl, Erin. Yay.
Greg: Did you hear something? Something like a woman screaming in pain?
Jason: Nope. Your move.
Greg: Hmm, this painting is new. Actually everything in this room is new. It looks like a nursery or something...
Greg: Oh well, time for lunch!
Ashley: Asshole.
Greg: Heyyyy, wait a second! I know what this is! It's a baby! Where did a baby come from? And why is it wafting green fumes?
OKAY LOOK. GREEN FUMES DOES NOT EQUAL HUNGER.
MAXIS, FIX THIS SHIT.
Kendra, who probably has talked to her daughter exactly once in her entire life, is a shockingly attentive grandmother who actually puts the babies in their cribs when SOMEBODY (COUGH COUGH GREG) leaves them on the floor.
Look who Jason brought home from work.
Dionne: Listen, I'm legal now, so how about sharing that rocket in your pocket?
Dionne: NO HOLD ON I JUST REALIZED YOU'RE DISGUSTING.
An hour later:
Dionne: HEYYYY HOT STUFF GIMME SOME SUGAR!
Snakeskin Jacket Hottie: Damn, you really are crazy. Get the hell away from me.
Kendra: I'll make out with you if my daughter won't.
Oh no no, don't worry, Dionne, your husband isn't frying to death or anything. You just keep smiling.
Greg didn't die, but the shock must've shook up the fatherly instinct in him, because he actually picked the baby up off the floor!
Greg: Let's see... the other one is lying down... in the crib. Okay. Okay, I see how it works...
CONGRATULATIONS GREG, YOU DON'T COMPLETELY SUCK!
Dionne: Ooh baby, watching you put our kid to bed really gets me hot!
Birthday time for the twins!
...Next time.
Next time on the Dallas Legacy...
Will the twins be cute, or nightmare-inducing?
Will Dionne have any more spawn?
Will Kendra ever realize she has a daughter?
P.S. The cat died.
Guess Greg got the job done after all.
Once they did it on dry land, I realized he was a wham-bammer when he left the lot immediately afterwards. Ah, romance.
The sexing inspired Dionne to be more affectionate, or something, and she started trying to hug all the dormies she didn't want to brutally murder. But as you can see, poor neglected Dionne is still poor and neglected.
Dionne: YOU ARE SO ON MY HIT LIST NOW, ASSHOLE.
Pervy Dormie: You can hit me anytime, baby.
Dionne: SHUT UP, I HATE YOU TOO.
The punching bag fights back on a regular basis now. Dionne cries less, though.
Dionne: HOLY SHIT MY BOYFRIEND IS NAKED!
Dionne: HOLY SHIT WAS IT ALWAYS THAT SMALL?
And now, Things Dionne Hates, Volume II.
Old women.
Desks.
Sirens.
Men she's never met.
Cats, the musical.
THE WHOLE WORLD AND EVERYTHING IN IT.
But she loOoOoOoOoOoOoves splashing in puddles!
Though she does it way in the back of the dorm so nobody sees her acting like a three-year-old.
STOP IT, DIONNE.
This happens so often the dormies don't even care anymore.
Things Dionne Hates, Volume III.
Pop. (YES POP. NOT SODA. TAKE THAT AMERICANS.)
Trains.
Violions.
Graphs or whatever that is.
Makeup.
Pink dresses.
Aladdin.
Political science, even though it's her major.
Airplanes.
Politicians.
X-rays. Or maybe hands. Well, probably both.
Charts with rotated Es all over it.
Rectal thermometers.
GUESS WHO'S BACK!
Kinky Maid: You, me, and your reflection? Come on, it'll be totally hot!
One of the reasons I love Dionne is that she's an expert at channeling Danica.
Oh look! Someone finally agreed to a hug!
Dionne: So how about we make out now?
Dormie: :O
Whatever, Dormie. She's got hotter people than you to make out with, anyway.
Dionne: *jabs repeatedly at the up button*
Greg: *does not get it up*
O RLY! TOO LATE YOU LOST YOUR CHANCE.
Dionne: Marry me and I won't hurt you in your sleep.
Greg: OMG OMGOMGO GMOMGOMG SQUEEEEEEEEEEEELKEJRLKJEEA!!!11!1!!
Dionne: ...Shit, my husband's girlier than I am.
She graduated with a 4.0 and transitioned into the most non-gag-inducing outfit possible. Win!
Jason: HOORAY FOR THE NEWLYWEDS!
Kendra: What's he clapping about? Newlyweds? Is someone getting married? I don't see any bride or groom.
Dionne: I like fatties, so start eating!
Greg Bryant
Aspiration: Popularity
LTW: Become Media Magnate
Zodiac: Leo
Sloppy/Neat: 4
Shy/Outgoing: 10
Lazy/Active: 4
Serious/Playful: 4
Grouchy/Nice: 3
Turn ons: Red hair and fatness
Turn off: Cologne
Bed WooHoo: even creepier than Hot Tub WooHoo.
Danica Dionne: Ooh baby, watching you take a dump gets me so hot!
She got into the law track at a high enough level to get the career reward before actually going to work! However:
Why am I not surprised.
So, she's pregnant. And this was her maternity wear. Wut.
In case you were wondering, Kendra is still hopelessly smitten with herself. She's admiring the beauty of her youth one last time before...
She can start admiring the beauty of her age. She's a painfully adorable elder, but I think Camille Foxworth still takes the cake.
Dionne: Congratulations on dropping out of college to marry me!
Greg: Congratulations on getting good enough grades to be able to support my unskilled ass!
Forget personal hygiene, there's a baby to pop out!
It's a boy, Ashley.
...And a girl, Erin. Yay.
Greg: Did you hear something? Something like a woman screaming in pain?
Jason: Nope. Your move.
Greg: Hmm, this painting is new. Actually everything in this room is new. It looks like a nursery or something...
Greg: Oh well, time for lunch!
Ashley: Asshole.
Greg: Heyyyy, wait a second! I know what this is! It's a baby! Where did a baby come from? And why is it wafting green fumes?
OKAY LOOK. GREEN FUMES DOES NOT EQUAL HUNGER.
MAXIS, FIX THIS SHIT.
Kendra, who probably has talked to her daughter exactly once in her entire life, is a shockingly attentive grandmother who actually puts the babies in their cribs when SOMEBODY (COUGH COUGH GREG) leaves them on the floor.
Look who Jason brought home from work.
Dionne: Listen, I'm legal now, so how about sharing that rocket in your pocket?
Dionne: NO HOLD ON I JUST REALIZED YOU'RE DISGUSTING.
An hour later:
Dionne: HEYYYY HOT STUFF GIMME SOME SUGAR!
Snakeskin Jacket Hottie: Damn, you really are crazy. Get the hell away from me.
Kendra: I'll make out with you if my daughter won't.
Oh no no, don't worry, Dionne, your husband isn't frying to death or anything. You just keep smiling.
Greg didn't die, but the shock must've shook up the fatherly instinct in him, because he actually picked the baby up off the floor!
Greg: Let's see... the other one is lying down... in the crib. Okay. Okay, I see how it works...
CONGRATULATIONS GREG, YOU DON'T COMPLETELY SUCK!
Dionne: Ooh baby, watching you put our kid to bed really gets me hot!
Birthday time for the twins!
...Next time.
Next time on the Dallas Legacy...
Will the twins be cute, or nightmare-inducing?
Will Dionne have any more spawn?
Will Kendra ever realize she has a daughter?
P.S. The cat died.