The newest baby means that Cruelty’s nursery is expanded to accommodate Agony as well. That means the second story deck is all but gone now, but it’s not like any of these idiots even knew it was there.
In an attempt to maintain separation between the nurseries anyway, I tried out this little feature! It didn’t work shit last generation when I first found it, but so far it’s good. Keeping Marlena out of Cruelty’s nursery, and that’s how I want it.
There’s NOTHING wrong with Cruelty, but Serenity’s lonely, stinky, and hungry, so why don’t you actually FOCUS ON THAT BABY, MARLENA
Marlena: “I love my grandbaby here. That green kid needs to hush up now, it’s getting rediculous.”
THAT’S NOT YOUR GRANDBABY, DUMBASS
Marlena: “THIS IS MORE THAN 15, WHY HEAVEN”
Happiness: “I’d do something, but bringing Cruelty in here when you should know better? For shame, Marlena.”
Baal: “I dug it up, and it was a snake skin. Btw, that’s probably a $85 repair job for the patio. Have fun with that.”
Briana: “I knew I should have taken the stairs today.”
Cruelty: “I didn’t fucking ask. I asked for a platter of mashed carrots, does that sound like an invitation of acceptance? The hell it didn’t so make the food happen, loser.”
Cynthia: “I just wanted to go to the kitchen, why is there a waiting list at the pole?”
Marlena, what the hell are you doing now…
Marlena: “But I’m determined! I’m going to climb up this pole if it’s the last thing I do! And then, when I get up here, I’m going to complain about not being able to get into Cruelty’s and Agony’s nursery to COMPLAIN ABOUT THE NOISE THEY ARE MAKING”
DON’T YOU HAVE ANYTHING BETTER YOU COULD BE DOING
Cynthia: “Marlena, we really could use the inheritance money you will leave behind when you die a lot more than we could use you. I know that sounds kinda harsh, but really, truely, it’s just a fact.”
Marlena: “It’s a good thing I’m indestructible.”
That I can’t agree more.
Try the past next time, Peace. Probably a little bit safer.
Peace: “Saaaaay, I think a little Snuggle-Muffin is taking a shower in my emergency fire port. Heh heh… I hope it’s Snuggle-Muffin. That thing has gotten so nasty that I can’t tell if it’s Cynthia or someone else…”
Peace: “HUH, WHAT, WAIT”
Cynthia: “Sometimes it’s really nice to just switch up the spice in our love lives, don’t you agree, love?! <3”
Peace: “WE SHOULD REALLY BUILD A CONSENSUS ON THIS BEFORE WE DO STUFF LIKE THIS, CYNTHIA”
Jada: “STFU, no care”
Peace: “Look at this lollipop! Yummy! The wrapping paper said to not put it in my mouth because of some 900 year curse, but I can’t resist a sugary treat!”
Just summon the skeleton, Peace.
Betel: “Yes, but this time I am back…”
Good, use that vengence to take care of the nasty mess down in the kitchen. We’ve had it coming for quite some time now.
Wrath: “QUICK! While the ugly little green one has left it vacant! Take over the crib! Chaos will ensue! Why are dead babies so bad at driving?”
Could have sworn I locked this room too…
I feel like I’m getting a lot of abnormalities this generation.
Wrath: “You know what would make this room of clusterfuck even better?! MY BIRTHDAY! HAPPY VAGINA RELEASE DAY TO MEEEEE”
Peace: “Cynthia, you are right, we should have waited to do this until morning.”
Briana: “Sleep time now.”
Julian: “Go to the light, Briana! Embrace the embrace of the Embrace of the almighty Cthulhu!”
Marlena: “WHOA. That could have been me. Darn. It still could be me if I try really really hard though.”
Betsy: “Please don’t make this birthday worse than it already is, Marlena.”
Brave: *Apparently died at a nightclub or something*
Jealousy: “At the hands of WRATH?! Hell no, this was MY garden first, how DARE this fat zombie fuck even THINK ABOUT MUNCHING ON MY PLANTS!?”
So the zombie was killed and may his corpse never show up in this game ever again.
That’s good. Because I’m not against killing you over a patch of wolfbane.
He seems to be readapting to modern society well.
Marlena: *Ascends in the hopes that she will never return*
Cruelty: “It’s already working. Thanks for being another fucking clone, Agony. That’s what we want.”
Actually, upon investigation, she has Jada’s mouth. Of course, that really doesn’t change much of anything, considering it’s really a step back. She’s more or less a clone of Jealousy now.
Cynthia: “Actually, he’s here for the cat. Which really is a shame. Marlena really needs to free some space up in here…”
Wrath: “That I couldn’t agree more with.”
Death: “Dude, it’s your time to go. Also, feel this. This is a crushed intestinal tract. You were hit by a dump truck last week, and you really thought you could hide that from me for long? Let’s go, there is a kitty paradise waiting on the other side for you.”
Mephistopheles: “You mean I still have to go back in THIS CAT FORM?! Oh, it really is gonna be hell, isn’t it…”
Marlena: “But you already called the bees…”
Maybe she’s able to hold out for as long as she is because her husband is an immortal vampire, even though he is never home, and she really has kinda led a miserable life.
Standing on the top of the stairs for the past five hours. Sigh. She won’t be taking up space if that’s all she’s going to do, Betel was promptly sent away and redeleted.
So much for vengeance.
Jada: “What? You mean you haven’t thrown out those pieces of crap already?! Stop wasting my time here, Wrath!”
You really need to get over yourself a little, Jada.
Betsy: “Maybe if Serenity is kept safe and happy, mother will love me again.”
Serenity: “I wuv you, muches and muches!”
Betsy: “It’s just not the same…”
Julian: “Because I’m not a bathroom troll? I actually live in other places of the house?”
I can’t tell.
And so, Cinderella’s step-sisters got a chance to go to the ball, granted Cinderella is still in diapers right now and can’t go. Maybe in a few more years though.
Betsy: “Not on your life.”
I agree, I’m in the mood now as well.
Wrath: “And I demand you answer me on what do you get when you cross a hooker and a combine? But obviously I’m not getting that either, am I!”
Wrath: “And that’s the best news I’ve heard all day.”
Cruelty: “I am unloved.”
Cynthia: “You are gone for days on end, and then you can’t even find your actual grandchild? Wow, you are just as bad as your wife, actually.”
I gave up on locking the doors anyway. They really just stand outside of it and complain about being locked out. They only come in to stand around and complain some more, but at least it’s not at the door.