Chapter 1.2

Hello and welcome back to A Legacie Tale! Here we'll have our second installment of Chapter 1, still hanging out with Lana. Here we go...




Hopefully you recall this handsome fellow, Grady, Lana's maid and most recent interest.
Lana: Then you move your arms to the left, like this, then back to the right, and that's how you do the Lana Move!
Grady: Uh.... what?
Lana: PLEASE like me. Just a little!
Grady: I thought we were here to discuss my maiding...
Lana: Maiding?
Grady: It is, indeed, a word. As of now.

Lana: Be my boyfriend or you're fired?
Grady: Compelling argument. I'll do it!
Well, I suppose that's ONE way to get guys.

Today, Lana is growing from a young adult to an....adult. And as a fun little birthday gift, she was promoted to mayor! Congrats!

Lana: Whatever. If I don't get engaged and married for my birthday then I give up on life.

What, big fancy promotion not enough for you? You just met this guy, and just started dating him.

Lana: Yes, but I slacked off for entirely too long. And now I must be wed.

So, you're gonna blackmail him into marriage as well?

Lana: Whatever works.

Lana: Grady, oh Grady. Marry me?Grady: Or...what?
Lana: What do you mean or what? I'm asking you to marry me.
Grady: But what happens if I don't?
Lana: You'll never have another employment opportunity as a maid.
Grady: Oh alright.




Here we have Grady Legacie. He is a brave, inappropriate, neat, charismatic kleptomaniac who wants to be a gold digger. Sorry, Grady, as spouse to the founder (who is still living on the lawn, might I add!), you will NOT achieve that goal.

Grady: Who-Wha-What's that voice?! Where is that coming from?Lana: Oh goodie! You hear it too?! I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy!
Grady: Or I inherited your craziness by marriage. Get me out of this household! I don't wanna be crazy!

Too late now, Grady. *Maniacle laughter* Grady is also 3 short days from becoming an elder.

Grady: So...this is a nice bed...
Lana: Don't look so nervous, honey.
Grady: Look, I'm gonna be old soon... I'm not into rough-housing... why do you look like you're going to pounce on me?
Lana: Let's make this quick!
Now, let's all avert our eyes for the obvious...

My, oh my, Lana!
Lana: Oh, for Pete's sake, leave me alone already. Can't you see I'm bu---blech! *vomits*It appears you're finally preggo. Took you dang near long enough, sheesh!




Lana: I'm probably the best Mayor ever. I got $56k in campaign donations even while I was pregnant! 
Did you stop and wonder if maybe it was BECAUSE you are, in fact, pregnant?
Lana: Annoying as you are, I'm not going to let you ruin my day. I got a good thing going right now.

As you can see, Lana is too much of a fail-founder to even get herself up off the lawn - even with a baby on the way!
Lana: I'll have you know that I am just fine as a founder, or whatever you call it. I'm just not financially secure enough for an actual house.
Oh, but you're financially secure enough for an infant? You might want to re-prioritize, woman.
Lana: This will work out just fine. You wait, and you'll see.




Grady: Look! Lookit! Look at it!
Yes, Grady, it's called labor. Now stop standing around and get her to a hospital!
Grady: But I -- But I -- I don't --
Lana: GRADY! NOW!

Let's all give a warm welcome to Liam Legacie, who inherited the random traits of "loner" and "eccentric". Not too shabby. Well done, Lana.
Lana: I'm sick of this, I want more promotions.
Well, at this point you need to focus on Liam.
Lana: Who?
Aren't you family-oriented? And where's Grady during all of this?
Lana: Probably stealing the bedpans...You sure know how to pick 'em.

Actually, Liam was not off stealing the bedpans. Quite the contrary, he was off turning into an old man.
Grady: Do I get to be a gold digger yet?
Like I said, it's not happening.
Grady: Voices of my insanity don't get to tell me how my life is going to pan out.
Whatever.

Grady: I was promoted today!
Truly, nobody cares. You're honestly just here as a last-minute husband and baby maker. And you're already old.
Grady: The voice in my head sure is rude and inconsiderate. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK, VOICE!


Lana: PLEASE let me max Charisma before Toddler days.... PLEASE let me max Charisma before Toddler days...
Maid: Uhm.... I need to clean your sink.
Lana: I'm BUSY, can't you see?! ......PLEASE let me max Charisma before Toddler days...
(My bad on the walls)

Lana: You're DISTRACTING me! Go talk in Grady's head for awhile!My, my my.....



Here's lovely Liam as a toddler (my bad on walls again). It wasn't really a big deal. Grady drug him to the cake, he experienced some sparkles, end of story. I'm just glad I got a picture of it!

I know this isn't a super long entry, but I have class in 45 minutes and reckon I should probably get ready for that. I greatly appreciate anybody who reads this and appreciate any comments/criticism/anything whatsoever! Thanks much!