Chapter 1.3

 

Alright, and we're back to A Legacie Tale, and we'll jump into the third installment of Generation One, with our near and dear friend Lana Legacie.

If you haven't been keeping up, Lana recently wed her maid, Grady, and gave birth to a child named Liam. Liam, poor little guy, has been born into complete poverty and is, at the present time, living on the lawn with his destitute parents.




What's this? Is Lana actually fulfilling her duties as a mother rather than spending all of her spare time working on a promotion?

Lana: Whatever. Say nachos, kid.Liam: Nados!
Lana: Congratulations. Now play with your toys.
Well Liam, at least you received SOME attention today.

Liam: Nados!

Yes. Yes, indeed.




And, dear old dad (and I mean OLD) took care of some of the other issues. All the necessary toddler skills were indeed fulfilled, I won't bore anybody with all the pictures. This part of the whole ordeal is relatively boring and uneventful and I apologize. These are old photos, and in the future I intend on spicing it up a bit and keeping more on top of things.

Grady: I would like something served on a platter.



Here we have a lovely founder painting that Lana created herself, whilst daydreaming about the job she is never able to attend due to maternity leave and such.

Lana: And I maxed logic and everything! I'm going insane here, I need out!

I thought you already thought you were insane?

Lana: .....even more insane. And, little miss "Poverty Voice", how am I ever supposed to get off the lawn if I'm not permitted to work?
That is your job to figure out. Poverty Voice? Really? That's uncreative and in no way entertaining or amusing whatsoever.

Lana: Well nobody ever said I was creative or entertaining, did they?
I suppose not...

Lana: OH MY GOD, I get to go to work! ohmigawd ohmigawd ohmigawd......
Better hurry up, or they're not gonna let you go! *snicker*

Lana: *gasps for air while sprinting to carpool*

Apparently Lana and Grady are able to afford this random assortment of objects and items, but STILL cannot afford a roof over there heads. Ahem?? *awaits explanation*

Lana: Today, I was promoted to Governor! And I'm holding my campaign fundraiser at home, so I needed some forms of entertainment.
All these items to fulfill your ever need and still on the lawn. Tsk, tsk.

Lana: I don't recall anybody asking you. Now please leave me and my thoughts alone, I have donations to acquire.


Liam: Bob, there's too many people here. I don't like people. Make the people go away!
Bob: ......
Liam: Bob, you no talk. My parents ignore me. You ignore me, too?
Bob: ......
Liam: You better than people. 

Lana: So, since I can't ever go to work, I've been painting a lot lately, and --

Grady: Honey, I'm getting old. Are we ever --

Lana: Excuse me, I was talking about painting here.

Grady: I do whatever you ask all the time. And I'm obviously not going to be a gold digger before I die. So I'm asking you this, can we have another kid?! Before I die?

Lana: Having kids equals no work time, and that is something I do not like.

Grady: Let us have a baby, or I will make sure you never work again.

Lana: Wait, are YOU threatening ME?!

Grady: You taught me well.


It's birthday tiiiimee! It's time for childhood on the lawn!

Lana: Enough with the lawn cracks! We are surviving just fine with no complaints!

And here's Liam eating his birthday cake. He is now friendly, as well as an eccentric loner. Isn't he a cutie?

Liam: Can you leave me alone, please? I like to eat my cake by myself.
Oh, what, you're not freaked out by the "big, scary voice"?

Liam: Of course not! I hear voices all the time.
Hmm..

Grady: WEEEE! This is sooo much fun! Weeee! Lana, you gotta get up here!

Liam: Dad, it's just a trampoline! Calm down.

Grady: Lana! Get UP HERE!

Lana: I have better things to do, thanks.
I think she might still be a little peeved about you turning her blackmailing skills against her, Grady ole' pal.


Lana was promoted to Vice President today. Good enough for her? Of course not! BUT, that's 2 promotions now since Liam and THAT means..... *drumroll*



Lana: *gasp*! My pajamas turned into regular clothes!

No, that's actually some stupid custom content glitch. That's apparently your maternity wear!

Lana: Maternity.... *thinks very hard* ......maternity...... *thinks harder* maternity...... *turns red*

You're going to be a mommy again!

Lana: *gasp*! Nooooo!
I swear, she isn't family-oriented at all.

Aaand, here's what the newly impregnated woman chose to wear today.

Lana: I refuse to be pregnant, and I am boycotting pregnancy by wearing this outfit. Therefore I will not be pregnant.

Uhh, it doesn't really work like that, honey...

Lana: What do you know? You're just a silly little voice.



Grady: Alright, the you divide the four by two, and you get -- I'm sorry, son, but do you REALLY have to wear that strawberry outfit?

Liam: It actually more closely resembles a watermelon, and yes I certainly must wear it! What are you doing here anyway? You're an old man! How could you possibly remember this stuff?!

Grady: Well fine. I don't wanna hang out with some fruit anyway!

Exhibit A of why elderly folk should not use exercise equipment. You trying to die early, Grady?!


It's a darn good thing he did that working out, though, because that night a burglar appeared!

Grady: Stop right there! Don't make me beat you down!

Burglar: Look, you're an old man, I don't wanna hurt you, I just want some money. So, if we could just work that out....

Grady: Oh, it's money you want, eh? Well we don't have any of that around here. As you can see, we live on our lawn, so we're just about flat broke.

Burglar: Is that so? Huh. Well, what a poor move on my part. That's some seriously bad judgement. I'm embarrassed.

Grady: Heck, I would be too if I were you! But I'll tell ya what, the Landgrabb's over there, they're filthy stinkin' rich! They're our neighbors, in that huge mansion over yonder! I don't know why you didn't go there in the first place.

Burglar: Say, thanks a lot!

Grady: No problem. No problem. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to head back to sleep now.

Burglar: Have an excellent night!

Grady: You too, my good man.


...........


And what happens the day after the burglar not-so-bad fiasco?


.............

THE LEGACIES GET A HOUSE!!!!
*Ahem*, sorry. 
A real house too, with wallpaper on the walls and flooring on the floors. I'm so proud. Nothing is matchy-matchy at this point, but at some point the best will be done in order to make this house a dang good lookin' abode. But finally, with Baby #2 on the way, Little Miss Vice President can afford herself (and her child...... and husband) a house.

A house just in time for....


Natalie Legacie! She's a little bundle of joy who is excitable and a virtuoso. My, my my, what lovely traits!



Annnd, seeing how I'm a complete failure at photo taking, here we are at Natalie's birthday already!

Here's dear old Natalie. I gotta say I'm not 100% on this.... I hope my genetics haven't started off as disaster in Generation 2 already! Oh, goodness....



It's just a birthday extravaganza here at the Legacie Abode! Here goes Liam, who apparently is only 3 years old.



Here's darling Liam as a teen. He looks alright at this angle, but I gotta say sometimes he has quite the unattractive chin on him. Oh no, oh no, this just simply won't do. Oh, and he's a workaholic now.

Liam: Please stop talking about me when I can hear you.
My apologies, kind sir.



 One of my outfits has a MAJOR glitch, and I will be removing that immediately (I actually think I already did). This mess of shapes and colors is actually Natalie, sitting down for a meal. She, like Liam, achieved all of her valuable skills such as walking, talking, peeing and pooping. Yipee Kye Yay and all that.



Bad batch o' pancakes, there, Lana?

Oooh, that's right. She's pregnant again. Whoops, I'm just a mess with the photo taking it seems. I promise I'll step it up after this update.

Lana: Will you just shut up and help me deal with this please?

'Help you deal with it?' I would have thought that by NOW, you'd have realized that I'm nothing but a voice.

Lana: Well at least shut up, then.

*Refrains from commenting on men's reaction to labor*

*refrains from announcing the arrival of the new family member, Caden, who is both friendly and easily impressed*

Here's darling Caden as a toddler. This one got his father's hair. Not too shabby, so far, I'd say. (I'm not refraining any longer from speaking).


I suppose I'll leave it off here. Will the Legacie family be doomed to horrendous genetics at the Generation Two level? Will there be any more children? Will Grady ever die (he's been an elder forEVER!)?? Will Lana ever become the Leader of the Free World?! Well, let's hope the answers to those burning questions will be revealed in the next installment!