The Poppy Legacy 1.1

[neuroticrobotic]

What's this? A vaguely rustic cabin in blue...



approached by a vaguely rustic man in blue?



Ho shit, you must be in Awesome Sauce Country. This here fella is most definitely Mister Sauce. In accordance with saucy law, he has been named Carl Poppy. The name Carl is derived from Carl Perkins, the father of the rock-n-roll-sterpiece "Blue Suede Shoes". Thusly, his name is blue-ish. Poppies are sorta kinda rainbow-y, so there you go - cop out city. Obscure, lazy naming at its finest.

Let the tour commence!









Ab Fab, yo. That's Absolutely Fabulous to the younger-than-me or the uninitiated.



Carl is a garden variety horny jerkface who has the all too appropriate dream of becoming a Rock God.



Initiate horny jerkface sequence 126A with ineligible-for-breeding neighbor (she's playable).



Carl: Sooo... smoochy koochy time? Do you want some?



Carl: I own this cabin, you know. I might not have a dinner table yet... but the cabin counts for something, right?



Carl:  You, me, smooochy kooochy?
Inelli gibella: Welllll..



So, the welcome wagon was a bust. It wasn't even good for fulfilling horn dog wants. As such, Carl consulted the equally useless matchmaker.



Yeah, um, the mail lady is named JEZEBEL. Okay?



It wasn't pretty.



This turns out to be Carl's favor however, because while he is at his temporary slacker job...



..she reveals herself to be a total neck bending creeper. It is 2 AM. She is ringing the doorbell.



Total creeper. *sympathetic shudder*



With some caution, Carl makes his way into the dating fray once more.



He scopes the scene with a suspiciously super villain-like grin.



Target has been sighted!



Carl: Your hair is as golden as a goldfish.



Clearly, he knows the way to a gal's heart.



Carl skips on down the road to the bowling alley, so as to check out other potential lassies.



Mr. Sassy Sauce is ultimately disappointed by the small town slim pickins.



Then, good ol' goldfishie arrives!









The good times roll on for hours which greatly displeases goldfishie male edition. Oh no!



Gaming = Rage?



Finding Carl an aspiration appropriate career has not been easy. Yet, I will not lie. The slacker jumpsuit is super awesome.



Although, the whack-ass schedule and measly earnings has made it a thoroughly impractical temp job. Wow, just like most temp work! Wee!



In deference to aforementioned whack schedule, I send him to a vampy bar as a sort of last ditch attempt to give him "options".
This DJ? He is named Eros.



Carl instantly finds someone of interest. (The thought bubble looks painful, no?)



Pick a pick up line here, maybe?



Carl: Shhhyyit. This girl's one crazy cannoli. That line was luscious!



Carl: Wait, my face appears to be frozen?!



Carl(to self): Dance it off, dance it off...
Other gal:  D8<



And then, The Sassy Sulker Returns.



And then, affectionate death grip by potential mate? Potential freakazoid? Maybe?



Carl narrowly escapes into the parking lot where he meets up with a fellow who may just come in handy in the following generation.



Carl: Why, how do you do? Can you facilitate my escape to a nearby sushi joint?



And then, it happens AGAIN. This time, with frickin' double gullet piercing action.



Khakis Dude: Seriously, WTF did you just do? Did anyone see this shit? Unbelievable!
Molly: ~Oh...Carl Darling!~



The whole experience was exhausting and may have arguably produced cannibalistic tendencies.
Carl: Well... you're *technically* alien, right? It wouldn't ~really~ be like eating my own, right?



Since Carl is a garden variety horn dog sim, I encourage him to partake in a serious smoochy koochy fest. His betrothal to Miss Molly is in fact,  an inevitability.









Carl: Psh, baby. You know you dig it.



Now, we are arriving at our final destination.



Carl: My emotional needs have been met. Now, my bladder needs attending to.



There are better ways! Better ways! Man, she's... insistent? 



Cinamatic'd (My Zaboo love is showing?)



Adorable'd



And with that, Carl has chosen his partner in crime for generation blue.



Although, he presently has some mixed feelings towards this matter.



Clearly, good times are on the horizon. Always trust in the trashtelescope.

I'm not sure why I started another legacy when it already takes me ages to update one. Frankly, I wanted to try a more quick and dirty style of play, and I felt like an Awesome Sauce Legacy would be the the perfect way to start. Also, as soon as I made Carl, I felt obligated to to share/spam his silly face all over the place.