The Cobalt Legacy 3.4
Let's start with this ridiculously flattering picture of Lena to inform you that it's COLLEGE
TIEM!!!!
My, what a charming welcome wagon! o_O
BUT JUST WHO ARE THEY WELCOMING?
Well, the three generation three offspring, stupid. But here they are!
I decided we needed new dormies for the new generation. I didn't leave nay evidence. Nope, nope!
I soon notice I'm missing the third person in the UI.
Apparently Mickey snuck away and died. Probably from the goddamn ghosts.
Er- bye. :|
OH HAI MICKEY IS THAT YOU?
I see someone's fitting in nicely.
Dormie: OH WOW THIS IS JUST LIKE THAT DREAM I HAD LAST NIGHT
I think we've found the object of the dorm's affection.
'Sup, Mickey?
Lena: Did I just fall in love with...
Lena: him?
Yes.
Lena: Fuck.
Dude named Robi: Hi...
Leah: Hi...
Robi: My, that's a short nightie you've got on.
Leah: Er- Want a hug?
Robi: No, I'm sorry, I- I'm afraid it- I'm afraid- I mean, my- er- It might go up...
your skirt.
Leah: That reminds me of the time my now-deceased brother dated a whore.
Grief. EXPRESS IT.
Robi: I DON'T DATE GIRLS WHOSE BROTHERS DATED WHORES.
Leah: Date? Aren't you, like, older than my dads? Your dye-job ain't foolin', bro.
Tools.
Ghosts: *DO NOT APPROVE THIS MESSAGE*
Shannon's Ghost: EXCUSE ME WTF IS THIS
Shannon's Ghost: HE IS OLDER THAN YOUR FATHERS
Robi: DON'T DISCRIMINATE!!!!!!1!11!
Robi: That doesn't mean I want to kiss you.
"Get Married to Leah"
O RLY?
What a romantic evening - hugs by the row of tombstones.
Whatever works for you, I suppose.
These two are so hot they set off the smoke detector.
Hence the ~evacuating~
Leah: That's... great...
Leah: Mah rubix cube! Haven't seen you in a while, Ruby!
Leah: What? I didn't want Ruby to feel left out.
~SHE'S NOT WORTH IT~
While this may appear to be a shot of Leah on the exercise bike...
It's really my ~stealthiness~ shining through.
Yeah, it's for you. It's the Tin Man. He wants his skin back.
Lena: ...Didn't this already happen?
Lena: To hell with it. He's hot.
And really quite a charmer.
I swear, chivalry is DEAD.
Dormie Who's Probably Named Lisa: Let me in on this shit.
Lena: You were totally my first time.
Lena: That so makes you my bestie!
Lover: ...Bestie? Not even fuckbuddy?
Lover: I was honestly envisioning us as more of a couple than anything else...
Lena: Bleck, no wayyyyyyyyyyy!
~TENSION~
Leah: Exercise is boring when there's no one to spy on through the window.
Leah: I'd much rather exercise my brain- right, Ruby?
Robi: Her buttocks is calling to me.
Dormie: WHY CAN'T I FIND TRUE LOVE?
Dormie: KEEP YOUR DESPERATE VAG TO YOURSELF, SLUTZILLA.
Leah: Ruby Rubix, meet my friend, Shawn Shower! I wet him daily. :3
What do you see out there, chica?
Er...
SLOW BITCH.
Well, I guess that makes Leah heir.
Good thing she was going to be it, anyway.
Jeez. Those dormie ghosts are definitely getting their vengeance.
I'd say this is an appropriate time to break down.
Leah: So, what's the verdict, Doc?
Therapist: ...This mesh gives you abnormally full breasts.
Therapist: Er- Allow me to make you less hot- Cool you down.
Therapist: ...It's a good thing you're pretty, because there sure as hell ain't no help
for you.
THIS IS HOW
THIS IS HOW
THIS IS HOW
THEY GRIEVE.
Dormie: Hey, look, a free porno.
Streaker: THREESOME, Y/N?
Leah: I feel violated. Ruby never makes me feel violated.
Leah: This makes me feel violated.
Leah: RAWR YOU ARE A HORRIBLE SUBSTITUTE FOR A PERSON.
Leah: FUCK YOU AND YOUR PAPER HEAD AND POPCICLE STICK ARMS.
Leah: I WISH YOU WERE A REAL PERSON JUST SO I COULD KILL YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH.
Leah: ...No, you're a crazy cunt! You're a crazy cunt!
Leah: Did you just call me a tool? LOLZ NO UR THE TOOL.
Leah: I love you, Ruby.
How this one survived the Cobalt massacre, I'll never know.
But I figure, if she's going to keep herself in existance,
She might as well make herself useful.
...Because you're going to need that pocket change, sweetie.
Leah: So, this is a pickle.
Leah: I'm actually quite relieved he didn't pick up.
Leah: So, Robi... I'm kind of pregnant will your fogie ass's child.
Leah: Eh, it'll do.
Accepting the terms of her pregnancy has resulted in a severe EMOFICATION of our heir.
Leah: 'Sup?
BASTARD UNIVERSITY BABY TIME.
Is it just me, or are there one too many plumbbobs there?
Regardless, here is Christian Cobalt.
The kid stands no chance.
Fortunately, it's GRADUATION TIME.
Taking out the trash is the latest and greatest way to celebrate.
Leah: HOW DARE YOU SHOOT DARTS AT MY PARTY? HOW DARE YOU?
Leah: Don't worry, Ruby. You're coming with me.
What a fantastically promising looking heir. :|