The Dork Legacy 8.5
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Necro: Dear God, I think I just lost my appetite!
Yeah, she's revolting. >.>
Necro: But there must be someone here who I can woo...
Apparently Hideous Girl: Why doesn't anyone love me? :(
See any girls you like there, Necro?
So. You like the girl whose name sounds like mosquito repellant?
Necro: So I know there's no inappropriate trait in Sims 2, but I'm talking about balls, and look at my hands! I'm trying so hard!
Petronella thinks that Necro is being inappropriate.
Petronella: Haha, you really expect me to believe that it's that big?
Necro: ...Yes?
Petronella: You're weird, dude. I like you.
Necro: Did you hear that, dude? She likes me!
Dormie: Did...is he talking to me?
Necro: Okay, so there's no way you get cornrows if a brotha like myself has white people hair.
Two minutes later...
Necro: Oh god...I'm sorry.
Petronella: ...What?
Necro: Well...I...uh...
Petronella: AUGH! OMG! I'M HIDEOUS, WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!
Necro: It's okay. I'll fix it. I promise.
Petronella: You'd better.
There! Long, flowing locks, befitting of an elf girl. :D
Uh, oh. I know that moon.
Dervish: What...was that noise?
Dormie: Man, remember when you got abducted just now? That was horrible!
Other Dormie: OH GOD THIS IS TERRIBLE DERVISH THE ALIENS ARE ABOUT TO TAKE YOU AWAY!!
Dervish: Am I missing something?
I guess in La Fiesta Tech they know what's coming. >.>
Dervish, however, is a little slow on the uptake.
Anyway, here is a picture of Mosquito all made over.
Dervish: What...just happened?
Magikarp: *in background* See you later, Dork!
Sucky ass way to lose your virginity. >.>
Dervish: That was awesome.
Dervish: Hey, Ritu, wanna see my Creelman face?
Ritualia: Uh, sure.
Dervish: This is it. Pretty good, huh?
It's like she's one of them!
Ritualia: Hahaha! That's awesome! Let me try!
Ritualia: How's this?
Dervish: Yeah, wow, sis. That's...uh...that's great.
Ugh. Why do I have a hacked telescope, again?
Dervish: OMG. WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO COPY ME.
Ritualia: I'm not copying you, I totally thought of this all on my own. >.>;
Elementa: Man. What a poser.
I deleted the telescope. Dervish is 100% more upset by this than the fact that her SISTER is in SPACE.
Poor Ritu. If only your mother had been a flying squirrel, that might work.
Everyone declares their majors.
Everyone except...
Ritualia, who I gave a fancy makeover to in an attempt to get me to like her more.
Then I sent her and Elementa out to have fun and profit.
Ritu goes straight for the bass...
While Elementa has a different idea of fun.
Dude: Hey, Greenie. Want to spend a hot night with The Mullet?
Ritualia: Did he seriously nickname HIMSELF the Mullet?
I just like this shot.
Ritualia: Okay, I admit. I'm curious. Do you have a girlfriend?
The Mullet: No way, baby! The Mullet is a lone wolf. He only occasionally encounters other wolves. Who are alone. Except they're with The Mullet.
Ritualia: Okay, so does that mean you want to, like, go out sometime?
Ritualia: I'm like, totally a wild and crazy girl.
The Mullet: The Mullet believes you. O.o
Sadly for her budding friendship, motives were getting low.
Necro: Mesmer, you're a pig.
Mesmer: needtoeatfastbeforeipassout
I was tired of the boring dormitory, so I took a residential lot and made it over into a dorm!
Dervish: I could totally be a conductor when I grow up!
Necro: Yeah. Of electricity. Because you'll be on the electric chair. Because you're a criminal.
Both: LOLOLOL
These kids have a strange way of bonding.
I'm...not sure what just happened, but I don't think it was good.
Elementa: Just gotta go to my happy place...
Mesmer: Dude, don't steal my schtick.
OMG ARE YOU EFFING SERIOUS. MY FORTUNE TELLER IS NAMED CLEO?!?!?!
*faints*
Anyway, Necro is buying himself a wimminz. Just in case things with Mosquito don't work out.
Necro: *waggles fingers* Wooo!
Cleo: Stop dat, bwoy! You will ruin ma concentration!
INCONVENIENT. I had him skip out. >.>
This was his date. It didn't last long, because:
Clone bebes, nothanks. Faces are waaay too similar.
Dormie: Oh I would so pay top dollar for that ass.
Cleo: Dat can be arranged!
I've never had a blind date refuse the post-date affection before. O.o
What...are you doing?
Ritu: Coach says I can't study if I don't have a six pack!
...-.-
You too?
Mesmer: WHEEEE!
Coach: GET UP OFF YOUR ASS YOUNG LADY THIS IS NO TIME FOR FUN YOU GOTTA MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE!
Mesmer: Oooh, happy place. Cool, calm stream. Twinkling stars. Fluffy bunnies.
Sorry there, Coach. Grades are more important than 6packs.
Wow, okay, TOTAL BITER.
I...am pretty sure I didn't put a shower there. >.>
Sophomore year, here we come!
Next up! Uh, sophomore year?