Sayer Legacy: Generation 4.2
And by "next week" I totally meant "next month." ... Yes.
Warnings: May contain language, unfunny humor, demonic possession and Charlie Chapman.
Previously in the Sayer household... the twins hit toodlerhood, Ira went gray, Cap'n Lube had an affair with She-Lube, She-Lube spontaneously combusted, Tara caught herself on fire, Grimmy-baby showed up, Brooke got wrinkly, Tara survived, She-Lube didn't, and Remy got preggers. *collapses* ANNNNND herewegoagain.
Brooke: Why aren't you the cutest thing with three teeth!
Seth: Come closer so I might gorge out your eyes, step-granny-dearest.
Me: RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIVES~ DDD:
River: Hey, simthetic!
*wrinkle plode*
Noah: Everything I shag turns to decrepit mush! Remy, hold me!
River: BB, why do you have your eyes closed?
Annora: No I don't.
River: Yes, you do. I'm looking at you.
Annora: ... No, you're not.
River: I thought you lov--
Annora: Oh shut up and kiss me so I can go gargle acid for three hours.
... Oh woe.
Uh, Sasha? Lemme say HELLZ NO.
Ira: Bow before me, litter-womb!
Remi: Okay, that's it; bitch's gonna die.
And things had been going so well. D:
DON'T MESS WITH KITTY HORMONES, BETCH.
They'll kick your furry ass.
Birthday x2! :3
Seth looks far too elated to be wearing those rubber-duckie jammies...
RUN FOR THE HILLS~ DD:
Tara tried to give him the Sasha seal of approval. There were two things wrong with this though:
1) Tara is no Sasha, and
2) DEMON CHILD SAVE YOUR SOULS AND RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN
Yeah, I'm going to completely ignore the fact it says "drop dead" behind his head right now. >.>
DEMON CHILD Seth Sayer
Sloppy/Neat: 5
Shy/Outgoing: 6
Lazy/Active: 4
Serious/Playful: 10
Grouchy/Nice: 3
And the ying to his DEMONIC DEMISE...
Zipporah Sayer
Sloppy/Neat: 5
Shy/Outgoing: 6
Lazy/Active: 9
Serious/Playful: 10
Grouchy/Nice: 1
And somehow this after-school smiling is still scarier than her brother's legion of hell. D:
Seth: The dark gods tell me I have superior growth.
Zipporah: Have you been smoking Brooke's catnip stash again?
Y hallo thar, pretty walk-by. :o
Ark: I catch you staring at my eldest daughter again and I donate your lamp to science.
Pretty Walk-By: You don't say.
Tara: So Brooke, did I ever tell you about the time my husband--
Lilith: Mother, the concept of relationships in today's society truly baffles me. People's relentless attempts at marriage, divorces, affairs...
Lilith: Even friendships nowadays are based on how much someone has going on down below, and biologically speaking, we only mate monogamously for financial stability and resources for our young. So does giving into one's biological yernings make for a happy life, or is the path to contentment found through fulfilling your perceived non-biological desires?
Sunny: ... HOW ABOUT WE GO BUY YOU SOME MAKE-UP AND MAKE YOU A PRETTY LITTLE GIRL, Y/Y?
What IS it with you and burning things?
Remy had her kittens. :3
Meet Amelie, Jones and Mira.
THE CUTE IT BLINDS.
Seth: Bitch, you can't shoot the robber if he's unarmed. It's against the legal protoc--
Zipporah: And with my Knee of the Law, I pwned your ass, Mr. Robber!
Seth: When I can feel my balls again, my demonic underlings will peel off your flesh, layer by layer, causing a slow, slow death.
... D:
Tara: Soooo... preggers yet?
Noah: Uh, thank-you for hitting on me, oh wrinkled one?
Seth: Ever notice Uncle Xypher's kind of dreamy?
(He's Nerina husband, just FYI.)
Congrats Seth, I think you just sent your twin into cardiac arrest! :D
Ira: I'ma go take a piss.
Remy: Why not go die while you're at it.
Yay for family bonding! :D
We got a new water slide for the kids. Hear that, Noah? KIDS.
Yes we know you're sexier than Brad Pitt. Now go drown in a puddle.
Zipporah: wtf?
Seth: wtf?
Lilith: KA-CHING, BETCH.
If heirdom is based on success to failure ratio, Lilith is sooooo in the lead.
And when you have three grandfathers to sing your praises, yeah, you're definitely kicking some ass.
Seth: A+ this, sister-dearest! *fwap*
Am I the only one who sees this promotion going up in FLAMES? Just throwing that out there.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~
Noah: BITCH MADE ME UGLY.
Me: No, that was the chlamydia.
Well it's not... that... bad. D:
Tara: Uh, honey?
Sasha: Shaddup betch.
Tara: No really, I think it's important.
Sasha: I can't hear you snore snore.
Tara: Are you... sure I have to go?
Grimmy: I can totally make it worth your while.
Tara: You're going to put that WHERE?
Tara: Oh grimmy-baby, BE-HAVE.
Sasha: It's Christmas!
Tara: Sex on the beach? Naked all-male mud wrestling? You've got yourself a deal!
Lilith: DEATH FILLS ME WITH RAGE.
Seth: TIRED WANT TO GO BACK TO BED NO ONE CARES ABOUT THE DEAD OLD LADY ANYWAY PLZKTHX.
Sasha: Ding dong the witch is dead! :D
This is going to lead to fabulous breakfast conversations.
"Hey, Annora!"
"What, Noah?"
"I'm worth 1,800 more simolians!"
"And you can go fall in a ditch and die now, bb."
"... Okay!"
Sasha: And now you, Mr. Kitten, can sleep on her pillow and keep me company allllll through the night.
DOES ANYBODY OTHER THAN ME MISS HER?
Okay, no, the living hormone doesn't count.
OMJESUS IT'S A... IT'S... ANNORA? DDDD:
Nooooooooo~
Sniff. Sigh.
And then the cats broke my heart. ._.
Zipporah: So who do you think is going to get the role of heir?
Seth: *cough*
Me: Shaddup.
Seth: Well the busdriver says I have the hottest ass in all of sixth grade.
Zipporah: ...
Lilith: You have fun with that.
Remy: Hey, hor.
She-Lube: Hey.
Ark: OMJESUS WE'RE BEING HAUNTED DDDDDDD:
Zipporah: Did you hear, we're being haunted! :D
Brooke: Ira, we're being ha--
Ira: Look into my eyes and contemplate finishing that sentence, liver-meat.
River glitched and tried to take the kitten to work. I nearly had a stroke.
Ark: HAI GUYS LOOKS LIKE I'M OFF TO STOP STUPID PEOPLE FROM DOING STUPID THINGS. WATCH THIS NOT BLOW UP IN MY FACE YEY.
Finally goddammit.
And for the next segment, Lilith attempting to make nice with the opposite gender. :D
Tactics 1: Fear
Lilith: You really don't want to hang around me. My mother's a schizophrenic and my dad's a cannibal that will ravage your flesh.
Boy: ... Is this a game?
Tactic 2: Humiliation
Lilith: CATCH THIS WUSS!
Tactics 3: Sweet and Innocent Lil' Thing
Lilith: Oh I'm so sorry. Want me to kiss it and make it better?
And then he left. :D
Seth: Hey sis, don't you think Uncle Xypher is one smexy piece of man meats?
Lilith: Okay, maybe just a tiny-little-bit. Maybe.
I think Seth has a crush. =o (No, you don't say...)
Am I the only one who finds fault in demoting the village idiot to a WARHEAD DISARMER? :/
Suck it up, Legolas.
Sasha: No, I'm sorry, we're currently not "renting" out ocean liners anymo-- Wait, I think my idiot grandson just became unemployed. I'll book you in for "a trip around the coast" 7pm tonight?
... Feel free to make up your own commentary for this one.
Birthday time!
Hello, bb. And with a little make-up...
HALLO BB. =O
Seth: So you, uh, played any games of ball and racket recently?
Lilith: I'm not exactly a huge sports fan.
Seth: No, I mean have you had any ball action yet?
Lilith: I don't play tennis?
See, this is what happens when the village idiot gets to play with warheads. INSTANTANEOUS CANNIBALISM.
Anyway, Lilith voted herself off the island decided to take the car bought during Gen 2 for its first test drive. Downtown ahoy!
Lilith: I'll get a medium espresso.
Server: You don't say.
Blondie: Oh my gawd, the ocean liner chick is standing right behind you.
Logan: The who?
I actually dragged her down here to meet potential mates.
Let's just say the boys were more for Broadway than Hooters.
Nerina! :3 I miss you!
Lilith: Y'know, you look kiiiiind of familiar.
Nerina: How about I glower like this. That help?
Lilith: Aunt Nerina, right?
Lilith: And then Noah's prostitute-she-thing burst into flames, and Grandma Tara ran through said flames, and then Grimmy showed up and Brooke exploded in a sea of wrinkles, and now we need an exorcist.
Meanwhile back at the ranch...
Jones
Mira
And Amelie.
D:
Backtrack:
1.0, 1.1, 1.2
2.0, 2.1, 2.2, 2.3
3.0, 3.1, 3.2, 3.3, 3.4, 3.5
4.0, 4.1
Warnings: May contain language, unfunny humor, demonic possession and Charlie Chapman.
Previously in the Sayer household... the twins hit toodlerhood, Ira went gray, Cap'n Lube had an affair with She-Lube, She-Lube spontaneously combusted, Tara caught herself on fire, Grimmy-baby showed up, Brooke got wrinkly, Tara survived, She-Lube didn't, and Remy got preggers. *collapses* ANNNNND herewegoagain.
Brooke: Why aren't you the cutest thing with three teeth!
Seth: Come closer so I might gorge out your eyes, step-granny-dearest.
Me: RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIVES~ DDD:
River: Hey, simthetic!
*wrinkle plode*
Noah: Everything I shag turns to decrepit mush! Remy, hold me!
River: BB, why do you have your eyes closed?
Annora: No I don't.
River: Yes, you do. I'm looking at you.
Annora: ... No, you're not.
River: I thought you lov--
Annora: Oh shut up and kiss me so I can go gargle acid for three hours.
... Oh woe.
Uh, Sasha? Lemme say HELLZ NO.
Ira: Bow before me, litter-womb!
Remi: Okay, that's it; bitch's gonna die.
And things had been going so well. D:
DON'T MESS WITH KITTY HORMONES, BETCH.
They'll kick your furry ass.
Birthday x2! :3
Seth looks far too elated to be wearing those rubber-duckie jammies...
RUN FOR THE HILLS~ DD:
Tara tried to give him the Sasha seal of approval. There were two things wrong with this though:
1) Tara is no Sasha, and
2) DEMON CHILD SAVE YOUR SOULS AND RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN
Yeah, I'm going to completely ignore the fact it says "drop dead" behind his head right now. >.>
DEMON CHILD Seth Sayer
Sloppy/Neat: 5
Shy/Outgoing: 6
Lazy/Active: 4
Serious/Playful: 10
Grouchy/Nice: 3
And the ying to his DEMONIC DEMISE...
Zipporah Sayer
Sloppy/Neat: 5
Shy/Outgoing: 6
Lazy/Active: 9
Serious/Playful: 10
Grouchy/Nice: 1
And somehow this after-school smiling is still scarier than her brother's legion of hell. D:
Seth: The dark gods tell me I have superior growth.
Zipporah: Have you been smoking Brooke's catnip stash again?
Y hallo thar, pretty walk-by. :o
Ark: I catch you staring at my eldest daughter again and I donate your lamp to science.
Pretty Walk-By: You don't say.
Tara: So Brooke, did I ever tell you about the time my husband--
Lilith: Mother, the concept of relationships in today's society truly baffles me. People's relentless attempts at marriage, divorces, affairs...
Lilith: Even friendships nowadays are based on how much someone has going on down below, and biologically speaking, we only mate monogamously for financial stability and resources for our young. So does giving into one's biological yernings make for a happy life, or is the path to contentment found through fulfilling your perceived non-biological desires?
Sunny: ... HOW ABOUT WE GO BUY YOU SOME MAKE-UP AND MAKE YOU A PRETTY LITTLE GIRL, Y/Y?
What IS it with you and burning things?
Remy had her kittens. :3
Meet Amelie, Jones and Mira.
THE CUTE IT BLINDS.
Seth: Bitch, you can't shoot the robber if he's unarmed. It's against the legal protoc--
Zipporah: And with my Knee of the Law, I pwned your ass, Mr. Robber!
Seth: When I can feel my balls again, my demonic underlings will peel off your flesh, layer by layer, causing a slow, slow death.
... D:
Tara: Soooo... preggers yet?
Noah: Uh, thank-you for hitting on me, oh wrinkled one?
Seth: Ever notice Uncle Xypher's kind of dreamy?
(He's Nerina husband, just FYI.)
Congrats Seth, I think you just sent your twin into cardiac arrest! :D
Ira: I'ma go take a piss.
Remy: Why not go die while you're at it.
Yay for family bonding! :D
We got a new water slide for the kids. Hear that, Noah? KIDS.
Yes we know you're sexier than Brad Pitt. Now go drown in a puddle.
Zipporah: wtf?
Seth: wtf?
Lilith: KA-CHING, BETCH.
If heirdom is based on success to failure ratio, Lilith is sooooo in the lead.
And when you have three grandfathers to sing your praises, yeah, you're definitely kicking some ass.
Seth: A+ this, sister-dearest! *fwap*
Am I the only one who sees this promotion going up in FLAMES? Just throwing that out there.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~
Noah: BITCH MADE ME UGLY.
Me: No, that was the chlamydia.
Well it's not... that... bad. D:
Tara: Uh, honey?
Sasha: Shaddup betch.
Tara: No really, I think it's important.
Sasha: I can't hear you snore snore.
Tara: Are you... sure I have to go?
Grimmy: I can totally make it worth your while.
Tara: You're going to put that WHERE?
Tara: Oh grimmy-baby, BE-HAVE.
Sasha: It's Christmas!
Tara: Sex on the beach? Naked all-male mud wrestling? You've got yourself a deal!
Lilith: DEATH FILLS ME WITH RAGE.
Seth: TIRED WANT TO GO BACK TO BED NO ONE CARES ABOUT THE DEAD OLD LADY ANYWAY PLZKTHX.
Sasha: Ding dong the witch is dead! :D
This is going to lead to fabulous breakfast conversations.
"Hey, Annora!"
"What, Noah?"
"I'm worth 1,800 more simolians!"
"And you can go fall in a ditch and die now, bb."
"... Okay!"
Sasha: And now you, Mr. Kitten, can sleep on her pillow and keep me company allllll through the night.
DOES ANYBODY OTHER THAN ME MISS HER?
Okay, no, the living hormone doesn't count.
OMJESUS IT'S A... IT'S... ANNORA? DDDD:
Nooooooooo~
Sniff. Sigh.
And then the cats broke my heart. ._.
Zipporah: So who do you think is going to get the role of heir?
Seth: *cough*
Me: Shaddup.
Seth: Well the busdriver says I have the hottest ass in all of sixth grade.
Zipporah: ...
Lilith: You have fun with that.
Remy: Hey, hor.
She-Lube: Hey.
Ark: OMJESUS WE'RE BEING HAUNTED DDDDDDD:
Zipporah: Did you hear, we're being haunted! :D
Brooke: Ira, we're being ha--
Ira: Look into my eyes and contemplate finishing that sentence, liver-meat.
River glitched and tried to take the kitten to work. I nearly had a stroke.
Ark: HAI GUYS LOOKS LIKE I'M OFF TO STOP STUPID PEOPLE FROM DOING STUPID THINGS. WATCH THIS NOT BLOW UP IN MY FACE YEY.
Finally goddammit.
And for the next segment, Lilith attempting to make nice with the opposite gender. :D
Tactics 1: Fear
Lilith: You really don't want to hang around me. My mother's a schizophrenic and my dad's a cannibal that will ravage your flesh.
Boy: ... Is this a game?
Tactic 2: Humiliation
Lilith: CATCH THIS WUSS!
Tactics 3: Sweet and Innocent Lil' Thing
Lilith: Oh I'm so sorry. Want me to kiss it and make it better?
And then he left. :D
Seth: Hey sis, don't you think Uncle Xypher is one smexy piece of man meats?
Lilith: Okay, maybe just a tiny-little-bit. Maybe.
I think Seth has a crush. =o (No, you don't say...)
Am I the only one who finds fault in demoting the village idiot to a WARHEAD DISARMER? :/
Suck it up, Legolas.
Sasha: No, I'm sorry, we're currently not "renting" out ocean liners anymo-- Wait, I think my idiot grandson just became unemployed. I'll book you in for "a trip around the coast" 7pm tonight?
... Feel free to make up your own commentary for this one.
Birthday time!
Hello, bb. And with a little make-up...
HALLO BB. =O
Seth: So you, uh, played any games of ball and racket recently?
Lilith: I'm not exactly a huge sports fan.
Seth: No, I mean have you had any ball action yet?
Lilith: I don't play tennis?
See, this is what happens when the village idiot gets to play with warheads. INSTANTANEOUS CANNIBALISM.
Anyway, Lilith voted herself off the island decided to take the car bought during Gen 2 for its first test drive. Downtown ahoy!
Lilith: I'll get a medium espresso.
Server: You don't say.
Blondie: Oh my gawd, the ocean liner chick is standing right behind you.
Logan: The who?
I actually dragged her down here to meet potential mates.
Let's just say the boys were more for Broadway than Hooters.
Nerina! :3 I miss you!
Lilith: Y'know, you look kiiiiind of familiar.
Nerina: How about I glower like this. That help?
Lilith: Aunt Nerina, right?
Lilith: And then Noah's prostitute-she-thing burst into flames, and Grandma Tara ran through said flames, and then Grimmy showed up and Brooke exploded in a sea of wrinkles, and now we need an exorcist.
Meanwhile back at the ranch...
Jones
Mira
And Amelie.
D:
Backtrack:
1.0, 1.1, 1.2
2.0, 2.1, 2.2, 2.3
3.0, 3.1, 3.2, 3.3, 3.4, 3.5
4.0, 4.1