So... new legacy. I wonder how long this one will last.
Featuring sims by dorkasaur, smustleparty, leenyland and brightgoldsoul!
Warnings: Stupidity, low-res images for about half the update, crap legacy in general, family-unfriendly-aesops.
But let's introduce our founder, Lego!
Yes, this is a toy-themed legacy. Each generation theme will revolve around different toy franchises. After all, I've used food and anime names far too many times.
And it's only just now that I realised that I didn't adjust the photo settings in-game. Apologies for that. The images will be back to normal eventually. But for now, enjoy your crappy low-res version of the Toybox legacy!
Her little low-res abode leaves little to the aesthetic enjoyment. Not even a chair to read her books on. Throughout this update, Lego kept buying and selling different items depending on her needs at the time.
Lucky for her, I have Freetime.
Lego: Oh... cheers dude.
Now to find a job so she actually has more than $4 in her pocket.
Her lifetime want is to be a mad scientist. She must have realised this was an ISBI and chose a rather fitting career plan.
Unfortunately, there were no science jobs going so she had to make do with being a pickpocket. A life of crime gets you far in ISBIs!
And we have our first walkby, Samuel September! (dorkasaur )
And Lego's keen like a horny... erm... unicorn. Let's go with that.
Perhaps this will be a quick marriage this time round?
Samuel: Darling, you bore me. Come back when the image quality's improved.
So now to wait and see if other visitors are compatible with pixel_trade .
No, all just your boring Pleasantview defaults.
And now they're stalking Lego. Swarming her like flies!
Defaults: JOOOOOIN UUUUUUSSSS. JOOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIN UUUUUUUUUS.
Run away, Lego!
Lego: I'd rather stroll, thank you very much.
So Lego began visiting community lots for a husband, bouncing playfully on benches as she went.
Rafiq Stirk-Febwar (smustleparty ): Freaks like that make me sick.
That's one down.
Then there's Jazzberry Jam Crayola leenyland ), perhaps he'll get a second chance?
Lego: Hell no.
Poor Jazzberry, that's the second time he's been turned down.
You can see that behind his broken smile he's dying inside.
Jazzberry Jam: 'I'm not crying... it's just been raining... on my face.'
Lego soon had her eyes set on Thermald Whitman (brightgoldsoul).
I predict a stalker to-be!
Thermald: 'Hoo boy.'
Thermald: If I wave around a spanner like a madman with no helmet, would you back off?
Lego: You're so funny!
Lego: I give free massages by the way.
Thermald: I can't really pass up on that offer!
Thermald: Wait... you're eating my hand!
Thermald: Oh sweet moses, I'm being hit on by a frickin' cannibal.
After she had partially-eaten Thermald, Lego returned home to sunny spot-of-nothing where her own stalkers were camping out for her return.
Lego: GET OFF MY PROPERTY!
Thermald managed to save her by inviting her out.
Matchmaker: Are you sure you wouldn't want to check out this crystal ball...
Lego: I have a date, leave me alone!
It seems Thermald brought a friend along just to help him keep a safe distance from her.
Not that it helped.
Thermald: That man is useless.
Barman!: This... this is horrific!
Barman: Children, this is why you shouldn't drink! 70% of all people who drink are horny drunks who don't know what they're doing, and I caused it! Oh god... I'm quitting, I can't take this any more!
And so Thermald was invited back to the spot-of-nothing. He surprisingly agreed.
Thermald: I've only just met you, you've been stalking me, trying to eat me, drunkenly forcing yourself on me and now you want us to marry!?
Thermald: Sure, why not?
The moral of this story: STALKING IS LOVE, you guys!
Well, it is when you're in a low-res ISBI.
Thermald brought in enough money to turn the spot-of-nothing into a cosy little house in the middle of nowhere.
And this is where I return to the game and change the image settings.
Big and detailed!
Do that happy dance for me, Danny.
And the first thing legacy couples do when they marry?
Make dinner. In higher-resolution!
And juggle. In HIGHER-RESOLUTION!
Then we make a nice little higher-resolution baby.
Samuel: Hay bby, I hear you're in higher resolution now...
Lego: I'm married and pregnant.
Samuel: Is it mine?
Lego, despite being knocked-up (while still not showing any signs of it) found a job in the science career to her joy.
And Thermald, for an uncontrollable, doesn't seem to be any trouble as of yet. He just spends all his time playing chess.
Just easing your way in, Thermald.
See? Now he's stressed over his body odour.
And facepalming over the cheap shower.
Lego, on the other hand, was trying her hand at endorsing pizza companies.
Lego: 'Cus I'm worth the OHYES I'm lovin' the work rest and play! :D
And oh yes, our little Thermald is beginning to show signs of loopiness already.
Thermald: THIS IS MY WIFE. I HATE THAT I LOVE HER.
Thermald: TABLES. WHY THE HELL DO THEY EXIST?
Lego: I BLOODY HATE TABLES.