CHAPTER 1.6: If I fell in love with you

When we last left the Nubbins some thirteen months ago (Whoops.  Sorry? >>), they were dealing with the addition of three new little boys, much to their chagrin.  But Ned and Linda kept rolling WooHoo! and Have a Baby wants so it’s really their own fault.

Linda: What I DIDN’T do was ask you to give me the Fertility Treatment. >:(

Well.  That is true.  Touché.

At any rate, just as Vera had predicted, albeit unconsciously, this chapter resumes with a birthday party.  Vera was dressed in her best party attire.

Vera: My brother is ruining my big day and you want to talk about my outfit?  Take a good look at the lunatic behind me; clearly I have good, positive influences.

 

CHAPTER 1.5: Nothin’s gonna change my world

So despite the wailing of three very annoyed (neglected?) infants, Linda still strived to give Vera the best birthday possible. 

Crazy blonde guy wanted in on the action.

Guy: YOU BLOW OUT THAT CANDLE, PRINCESS!

Vera: Hehe momma, he’s funny.  For some reason I want to touch him…

Linda: Bring that hand back here.  He’s what we call a CHI-LD-MO-LES-TER.  Can you say that with me?

Vera: No, you never taught me to talk.

Linda: Fair enough.

 

CHAPTER 1.4: It’s been a hard day’s night

Last time we left the elusive Nubbins, they were contemplating tossing their new offspring out the window, criminal charges be damned.  That was several months ago in real time, so here’s a brief recap of life in the Nubbin household so far:

• Ned is no Casanova.  He spent a good portion of his Legacy life being rejected and/or threatened with violence.
• But he managed to catch the eye of Miss Linda Sala, local pizza delivery gal.
• He wooed her with his extensive collection of Miley Cyrus hits (?!)
• She also somehow agreed to marry him, and perhaps more distressing, have intimate relations with him.  More than once, even.
• One such union resulted in pregnancy.  Linda was less than thrilled.
• They both reconsidered the notion of child-rearing when they realized just how badly little Vera smelled.

At any rate, they made it to their humble abode with no participation in Infant-Tossing Olympics, and baby Vera was left to rot in her crib instead.

 

CHAPTER 1.3: She loves you, and you know that can’t be bad

Things seemed to be looking up for Ned Nubbins, the last time we saw him.  He’d met, bedded and successfully proposed to Miss Linda Sala, the only women brave (stupid?) enough to give Ned the time of day.  An impressive feat to be sure.

Having earned himself a bit of capital, Ned was able to afford outdoor lighting, with which to seduce Linda after their engagement.

Ned: Clearly I have money and can support us, Linda.  Look at this spectacular lighting! I think it’s a much better investment than the glitz and glamour of a wedding.  This is our FUTURE.

Clearly Linda doesn’t seem to mind.

 

CHAPTER 1.2: Eight Days a Week

The last time we visited our elusive hero Ned, he had just been promoted Cleaner of Poo.  To celebrate on this lovely Friday night, Ned did what any self-respecting man who’d just been snubbed would do.

He went to the library to read.

Ned, you’re going to die a virgin, much less wife-and-childless if you don’t shape up.  This is not how I want my first legacy to end.

Shhhhh, I’m almost to the good part!  The knight is about to save the damsel in distress. What a magnificent tale!

I think I’m going to vomit.

 

CHAPTER 1.1: Thaaat’s my Nubbin!

Welcome friends, to the first (and probably only) edition of Legacies by Calli.  My name is Calli (true story) and I’ve been addicted to Sims for years.  Sims 3 makes my computer unhappy most of the time but I decided to tell it to man up, because I wanted to play.  Moreover, I wanted to make a legacy.  A story of love and heartbreak, drama and heroism.  My computer mostly wanted to sputter its four-year-old innards at me, but a few drivers and updates later we seem to be running at a playable pace.  After being inspired by scarletsimphony’s touching (and creepy) legacy tale, I decided I really wanted to try for my own.

I didn’t take the name choice lightly.  But the inspiration had stopped there.  What, I wondered, would be an appropriate last name for my legacy?  What bold surname would persevere through the generations, carrying on with strength and tenacity in the face of the certain Blue Screen of Death?

Then I saw an advertisement featuring Chandler from Friends, was briefly reminded of the episode where he talks about his nubbin, and all hope was lost.