The Twombly Legacy 1.4

[neuroticrobotic]

College : A Prelude



O.M.G. Jeff Spicoli!



The Horror!



The Intrigue!



The Insight!



The Magic!



With that over with, I will proceed with the introductions. This young grasshopper is Felix Twombly. Due to his ohsoserious personality I have given him a vaguely ~antisocial~ look.



Oliver Twombly, Attorney at Law.



And then there was Elanore, the only Twombly spawn of generation one with ANY outgoing points.



There are roomies. This is blondie.



These two look charming, but they are glitchy-ass freaks.



Special Guest Star: Marshmallow Man!



Despite being a fortune sim, Oliver's only desires consist of writing term papers and buying curtains.



Oliver: (glitchily at peace)



Elanore: SCREW YOU, UNI SPAM! *plusplus*



This is the best game generated professor in the history of such things endofstoryexclamationmark! His name is Claudius Wolfe.



Elanore agrees with me wholeheartedly.



Yeah. She totally made Dean's list...



...without touching her homework. once.



Oliver gets his kicks in less fashionable ways.
Oliver: huhuhuhuh.



YOUR NEIGHBORS DO NOT APPROVE!



I DO NOT APPROVE!



Oliver: Is that... a brain?
Glitchyass Roomie #1: This is my brain on... juice!



Elanore: Why do I keep getting the impulse to get into hot tubs that do not exist?



Llamaface: (approves!)
Glitchyass Roomie #2: (does not approve!)



Elanore: (approves!)



neuroticrobotic :(does not!)



 neuroticrobotic :(does not approve!)



What on earth?



Omigawsh why did this happen? Damn you ACR!
Minnie: (commences sclera dysfunction)
Fellow in a white sweater: (is fabulous)




I guess autonomously bonking your man afterward appeases the balance of things.



Elanore: Fucking hot tub...



Felix tries his luck at  love and fails (adorably).



He even takes another crack at grown-up NewsiePrude. They reach base -4, pillow fighting.



At long last, he finds love with Blondie.



She has a creepy fetish for Oliver, unfortunately.



Blondie: I'm okay with roleplay, but handcuffs are completely off limits!



Oliver only has eyes for Werbie the Womrat,



and homework,



and... his sister?



Oliver: I'm going to take this Womrat feed all the way to Capitol Hill! This is not an idle threat!
Felix: Weeee!



I'm staring to think this is how it's ~supposed~ to look.



Elanore: FUCKING. HOT. TUBS.



Elanore: Liar, liar, pants on fire!
Marshmallow man: RAAARGH! YOUR HOT TUB HATRED IS UNFOUNDED!



Everyone: (freaks out)
Elanore: (yogacizes?)



I'm pretty set on Elanore for heir("surprise"), so I'm sperm shopping. This one pleases me. His name is Gordon.



Elanore: I am also pleased. Just sayin'



The guy on the left-hand side here? That's Llamaface. This officially raises my approval rating for Llamaface.



And with this, we're on the verge of generation two.



Ta Da! College is gone and buried!