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Previously on the Chaos Legacy: Babs went around casting spells on everything and everyone around her in an unending quest to increase her magic skill until she can turn dead people into zombies; Cade, Chazza, and Cesaro grew from feisty children into ridiculous and wonderful teens; the heir race was super tight; Stiles died (oh, god, everyone was so sad, I couldn’t take it – and he was only the first death in the legacy); and they moved into their new house.

This update, we’ll see how Cade, Chazza, and Cesaro handle being teenagers and finally determine an heir.





Chazza: God, Dad, get out! I’m trying to pee here!
Anoki: I’m so tired, I just want to shower and go to bed.
Carla: THERE ARE STILL TWO BATHROOMS, YOU IDIOTS.

Also, look at that filthy sink, and the dirty dishes left on the table. Abby! Your house is falling apart.

Abby: My house? I’m not the one in charge anymore, remember?
Carla: *sigh*



The other bathroom is filthy, too! I sent Babs to deal with at least some of it.

Babs: This family is disgusting.
Carla: Before university, all you guys did was clean and play with your magic! What happened?
Babs: … I set everything on fire?



Anoki: Pancakes. I love pancakes.
Chazza: I swear, every single character is an idiot in these stories. They always get caught. I would never get caught.
Carla: Probably shouldn’t be bragging about that!

Family dinner! Well, minus the boys, who are off doing who knows what. And except for Abby, who is…



…having her own family dinner. Oh, Abby, I love your loner self.

Abby: Pancakes! My favorite!

So much love. SO MUCH.

(Also, I am highly entertained that Babs married someone who had the same favorite meal as her mother.)



Family outing time! This neighborhood has a beach, too, so of course that is where I sent them. What is it called?

La Shove Beach.

La. Shove.

Okay, Supernatural expansion pack, your Twilight references are getting ridiculous.

(Notice that empty seat, by the way?)



CADE, WHAT THE HELL?!

Cade: What? Just chilling on the sidewalk, what do you want from me?

GET IN THE DAMN CAR! You are not a witch!




I love how grumpy the women are in this family, even while relaxing on the beach.

Chazza: There are other people here. People I could hate on if you would just let me go do terrible things.
Carla: Are you hearing this, Babs?
Babs: *shrugs* I set people on fire, are you surprised?



It’s not quite as pretty as the beach in the last neighborhood, but it is gorgeous none-the-less.



Babs: My god, why would anyone display such a terrible piece of art?
Carla: Because it’s a beach umbrella, and you were just sitting under it and using it for just that purpose.
Babs: HORRIFIC.

To distract her from critiquing all of the beach umbrellas, I sent her to play a claw game. I used to love these games as a kid. My dad was a truck driver for most of my life, and I would spend summers on the road with him. When we’d stop places with an arcade, he’d give me change to play, and I’d always try out the claw games. I won some super cute toys from them. (These days, I prefer DDR and punching games in the arcade, but last time I was in Vegas, with [livejournal.com profile] thestalkysims, we spent more time in the arcade than the casinos, and we definitely hit up the claw game.)

Pic spam!






Babs: THIS GAME IS RIGGED!
Carla: Yes, yes, I know, very sad.
Babs: I’M GOING TO PLAY AGAIN.
Carla: Logical.
Babs: I AM GOING TO WIN.
Carla: I know you are, honey.




Babs: See? I told you I was going to win!
Carla: Never doubted you for a second.

This time, she won a little toy horse! Of course, I didn’t get a picture of it. *facepalm*



Back home, Babs returned to her pyromaniac witchy ways, and set another fire. That she immediately tried to put out, but not before the kids started to freak out over it. Chazza was the first one out there (does fire draw evil, perhaps?), but Cade wasn’t far behind.






Do you feel good about what you’ve done to your kids, Babs? DO YOU?

Babs: The fire is pretty.

OF COURSE YOU WOULD SAY THAT.



Chazza: Don’t lie to me, I know you’re a witch!
Cesaro: Wouldn’t think about it. Of course I’m a witch. You’ve seen me do tricks on my broom. It’s basically a surfboard for the sky.
Cade: Could you two maybe have this conversation somewhere else? You’re blocking my – OH COME ON! I HAD THAT!
Carla: I love siblings.



Anoki: This feels weeeeeeeird!
Carla: Anoki, you look like you’re about to blast off!

He’s just aging up into full adult. Because apparently everyone stays a young adult forever in my game. I really need to take another look at my lifespan settings.



This is how Cesaro spends ALL OF HIS TIME. He’s either sleeping, eating, or on the computer making “inappropriate forum posts”. No, really, I was curious as to what he was doing, so I peaked at his action queue. CESARO IS AN INTERNET TROLL. OH, CESARO, NO, YOU ARE SO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT!



Anoki: Oh, no, what are you doing now, honey?
Babs: It’s just a spell! Trust me!
Carla: I don’t know if I’d trust her, Anoki. Look at what she did to – her father, her mother, her dormmates, random people in two separate towns...you see where I’m going with this.
Babs: It won’t hurt!



Babs: Much.
Anoki: Ribbit.
Carla: *dies*

Babs’ current favorite curse is the toadification curse. To cure it, the Sim needs a kiss. Not just from a “true love” but from basically any other Sim ever. (I assume only adults can kiss adults, etc., but I don’t know for sure.)

This is the pop-up that came with it: Anoki just became toadified! He will always remember how it felt to suddenly have green skin, giant bulging eyes, and an intense hankering for flies! Hopefully a kiss will soon turn him into a true prince… or at least back into his regular Sim self!



Babs: Come at me, woman!
Abby: Taste my magic!
Carla: Really? AGAIN WITH THE MAGICAL DUELING?




Magic, magic everywhere!

(I really do love the magical dueling, even though it distracts Babs from everything else she needs to be doing. Except her biggest thing is increasing her magical skill, so anything that involves magic is a good thing.)



Abby: Can’t kick my butt yet, kiddo!
Babs: I’m a grown woman!
Abby: Who lost!

Abby won again! Poor Babs, the way she’s going, she’ll never want to do another spell.

(That … may not be so bad, considering.)



Cade: My dad’s a frog! This is AWESOME.
Carla: Weird. This is weird.
Babs: He’s still a hottie, my Anoki.



SO WEIRD. Even weirder that Babs keeps wanting to take pictures with him while he looks like a frog.

I think Anoki has been a frog long enough. Let’s see what the cure looks like: one magical kiss, coming up!






Anoki: Aww, honey, of course I want to kiss you.
Babs: Not that kind of kiss! You’re a FROG!
Carla: WEIRD. SO WEIRD.
Babs: *screws up face* On the cheek, I guess.
Carla: SO SO SO WEIRD. But kind of fun.

Pop-up: By the magic of a kiss, the curse is broken! Anoki Chaos has been returned to his original form!

Pop-up: If Babs Chaos learned one thing from fairy tales, it’s that a toad will turn into a charming Sim with just a kiss! Well, except for the times when those toads turn into obnoxious Sims instead. Babs won’t ever forget the time when she puckered up and hoped for the best!



Ghost!Stiles: Get out of the way, woman, I want to sit in the rocking chair!
Abby: Heh heh heh. Corporeal body trumps ghost.
Carla: WHY IS EVERYONE SO OBSESSED WITH THE DAMN ROCKING CHAIR?! Stiles, you aren’t even alive! You don’t need the energy boost it gives you! Why do you want to sit there so badly? (Why do you eat food while you’re a ghost? Nothing makes sense anymore!)



OKAY, THAT IS UNNERVING!



Abby: You’re telling me! YUCK.



Um, Cesaro, you’re looking pretty fiendish over there. Are you sure you didn’t develop the evil trait?

Cesaro: Just love magic. Like Grandma. Wasn’t she a great torch-holder?

Really, Cesaro? REALLY?



Cesaro: OH GRANDPA NO, I DID NOT WANT TO SEE A GHOST!

Not so tough now are you, kid? (He was on his way to the computer, I assume to make another inappropriate forum post.)



Babs: Burn, baby, burn!
Carla: Are you going to set off fires everywhere?
Babs: CLEARLY YES.

Look at how happy she is about the fire! LOOK! At least she tries to put it out after, I guess.



Okay, this is getting ridiculous, all of Babs’ spell victims lining up to watch her terrible fire power. And Babs looks so disappointed. I think the game believes she’s upset because she couldn’t put it out, but I think she’s really upset because she hasn’t burned more things.




Chazza went over to Peanut Ivy’s house after school. Immediately they sat down to do their homework together. Peanut looks thrilled.



Anoki came home looking like this. What happened to you? Did Babs set you on fire?

Anoki: I don’t want to talk about it.

Did you set yourself on fire?

Anoki: I REALLY DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.

He set himself on fire at work. I didn’t get a good screencap of it, but the pop-up read: Anoki was putting something in the oven when he was brought into a discussion by some other chefs. Unfortunately, Anoki left the oven open, and standing right next to it, he caught on fire! Luckily he was extinguished by quick thinking and the saucier’s garlic extract. Ow…



Chazza finished her homework fast, and immediately found the game room. I love how happy she is playing foosball, just like her mother once did.



Chazza: Minty fresh breath wakes me right up!

The more exhausted she got, the more often she went and brushed her teeth. There’s a full moon, hence the spooky, otherworldly lighting.






Chazza: You don’t have any brains in your head, do you?
Peanut: … What?
Chazza: I’m going to spend the rest of the night scaring you!
Carla: Typical. I love you, Chazza.

Chazza stayed at Peanut’s place until she got this popup: Chazza Chaos is breaking the rules and staying out after curfew! Even when she is old and feeble, she will always remember the carefree wildness of her younger days!

Okay, that is adorable.



… slightly less adorable, though I am highly entertained. She didn’t leave until she was kicked out, around 3 a.m., and promptly passed out in front of their door.



Chazza finally woke up long enough to come home with the sunrise and climb into bed. Oh no, kid, you have school today.



Babs: I got this.
Carla: Best. Parenting. Ever.



Chazza got up for school, but had to race to catch the bus. I’ve never seen a Sim run for the school bus before. Delightful. I bet she’s having a hard time running in those flip flops.



After school, Chazza passed out again, this time a stinky mess in the nursery. Abby is unimpressed. I wouldn’t judge, Abby, you basically live in that rocking chair.



Chazza: So tired.
Carla: So take a nap!
Chazza: NOPE. COFFEE WILL CURE EVERYTHING.



So much for that theory, Chazza.



Babs: Oh no! Chazza! What are you doing? *frets* Am I a terrible mother?
Carla: Nope, sweetie, you’re the best. She’s rebelling.
Babs: Oh, good.
Babs: I wish she’d set things on fire like a normal teenager, though.
Carla: *headdesk*



Abby: This toilet is disgusting. *furiously cleans*
Carla: There’s my favorite Abby! I knew you were still in there somewhere!



Cesaro: Stupid computer! Now how am I going to have any fun? I’ll never see all the responses to my last forum post. It was killer, too.
Carla: *headdesk*
Cesaro: Sure am hungry.
Carla: Teenagers.



On the one hand, I still find Abby’s autonomous handwashing as adorable now as I did the very first time she did it. On the other hand, she is wearing long rubber gloves, so I think she might be missing the point, and I am concerned by how her logic is failing her.



Stiles, I didn’t think your rocking chair obsession could get any creepier, but after your death, it did. IT DID.



Abby: I still love you and I miss you, but GET OUT OF THE ROCKING CHAIR. I NEED IT.



Abby: Got my chair back. *smug*
Carla: Yes, yes, you managed to get a chair back from your incorporeal dead husband. A+ job, bad ass.



That’s okay, because Stiles went off to watch Babs play the guitar. So did Cesaro. I guess he’s not mourning the computer so much anymore.

Cesaro: Mom! You got good! That’s so cool.



Cesaro: OMGWTFGHOOOOOSTGRANDPA!

Unfortunately, the door closed, Cesaro got a look at Stiles, and he freaked out. Babs could not care less.



Chazza, meanwhile, is nonplussed by her grandfather lurking.



Chazza: Dude, I can’t believe Cesaro was right! This is awesome!

She got really into her mother’s playing after a bit, though. ADORABLE.



Abby: Just stand right there, kid. This won’t hurt a bit.
Cade: Sure thing, Grandma.

For some reason, Abby thought it was a good idea to autonomously cast a love spell on Cade. For the record, I’m convinced this will be a terrible idea, as love spells are, but we’ll see what happens, I guess.



Abby and Babs have yet another magical duel, because that’s excellent mother-daughter bonding.

Then I got a pop-up saying: Anoki Chaos just yelled at Cesaro Chaos. This is one epic ceiling-shaking shouting match that neither of them will forget soon, nor will the neighbors!

Why are they fighting? Where are they fighting? I have no idea.



Cade: Oh, god, this is terrible, I’m going to be sick!
Carla: DON’T EAT FOOD WITH GREEN CLOUDS OF STINK AROUND IT!
Cade: But I’m hungry!
Carla: *headdesk*



Dumpling is adorable sleeping on the bed, but I love it even more when she wakes up wanting to play on her little climbing castle.



CADE! WHERE ARE YOU? MORE IMPORTANT, WHERE DID YOU GET THAT BABY?!

Apparently Cade went to the Durwood house after school and made himself at home. Baby-sitting. I guess he was never old enough to take care of the twins before they weren’t babies and toddlers anymore.



Wait, are you sucking up to be heir?

Cade: What? I just like kids. I’m friendly!

Right.



Meanwhile, Chazza, despite not being a witch, decided to stay at school to do her homework. Chazza, the way you rebel is entertaining to no end. However, you’re also making me sad because you’re staying at school to do your homework like all the witches in the family did as kids, but you’re not actually a witch. C’mon! Why couldn’t you be an evil witch?

(Clearly I need to have a new Sims goal.)



Cesaro: Do we have enough money to build another bathroom?
Babs: *squints*
Anoki: Hot dogs are the best. They don’t set me on fire!
Abby: Watch it, grandson, I still have a great bit of magic left in me.
Babs: She’s not wrong.
Cesaro: But seriously, about the bathroom…
Carla: YOU HAVE TWO FULL BATHROOMS, HOW MANY MORE DO YOU NEED?!



Meanwhile, Cade gets done baby-sitting and sets to doing his homework. Not pictured: Zoe and Zack Durwood, with whom he’s doing his homework. Or, like I still think, with whom he’s sucking up to be heir.

Cade: What? I just want to be smart.

Right.



Yes, this is what it looks like. Babs and Abby are dueling. Again. Babs keeps rolling the want. (I think Abby does, too, because she keeps getting little point pop-ups.)

I do love how terrifying Babs looks.

Babs: Watch out, Mom. I’m gonna kick your butt.
Abby: Bring it on.
Carla: Oh, it’s already been brought. … What?



SERIOUSLY, CADE?! You are now taking the creepy to other people’s houses?!

This family. *headdesk*



CESARO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

First kitchen sponge bath of the legacy. Why isn’t there a counter for this?

By the way, both bathrooms are free. *headdesk*



Chazza: Good lord, why did I see that?
Carla: I feel the same way, kid!
Chazza: I’m so embarrassed for my brother. And this family. And the shame he’s brought to us all.
Carla: … Cesaro, I would worry about my life if I was you. I don’t think she’s likely to forget this any time soon.



This is actually a later time, but the two pictures in order made me think Anoki was cheering on his son’s sponge bath. That was weird.



WAIT. WAIT WHAT IS THIS?! CESARO, WHO ARE YOU FIGHTING? WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?

Plus side, we have our first fight of the legacy! Way to set the bar, Cesaro. Good job moving up in the heir race.



So this is what I pieced together: Cesaro just kicked Alice Blanestreet’s ass. He also brought her home in the first place, which is weird, because he’s a witch, people rarely come home from school with witches (though, for teen witches it works, I guess). So trolling on the internet wasn’t enough, huh, Cesaro? You had to bring someone home to troll in person.



WAIT, WHAT? CESARO! ALICE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!



WAIT WHAT WHAT? NO SERIOUSLY, WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?



CESARO! You just fought with her! Now you want to romance her? And you’re the first of generation 3 to get a kiss?

WHAT IS LIFE?



Alice: I think I love you, Cesaro.
Cesaro: I can’t stop thinking about you.
Carla: NO REALLY WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?!



OH MY GOD MAKE-OUTS NOW! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

I give up on the both of you.



THEY CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT EACH OTHER I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH ALL OF THIS.



Chazza! Now you decide to stay after school and learn logic? YOU’RE JUST LIKE ABBY! I LOVE YOU!

Why aren’t you a witch? I’m not sure I want to have a human heir just yet. What if I can’t get back to supernatural heirs after? I had planned to have a human heir at the end, and let them become a vampire. You are ruining my plan.

(Though, Cesaro’s love-hate relationship stuff + witchery has bumped him to the head of the race anyway.)



… Alice, are you gunning to be the heir’s spouse?! I mean, damn, playing with the dinosaur Loch Ness monster is a pretty good way to do it, if so!

Wait, what happened to Cesaro? You were attached to his lips.



*facepalm*



Chazza spent so long at the school playing chess the night before that she came home in the morning and passed out. AGAIN. She has more than doubled our number of passouts just in this update!



Babs continues to cast spells on people, including making them wet themselves. I’m counting it!

THEN I GOT A POP UP THAT SAID: Anoki Chaos just became romantically involved with Abby Chaos. Getting to this stage with a Sim is a gateway to amorous new memories.

WHAT. THE. HELL.



I went to check, and this is what I found. My only guess is that Abby is casting love spells again, and then she was the first person he talked to after. I cheated and checked their relationship stats, and there’s nothing there, no attraction and no memories of anything happening, and nothing showed up about cheating, so I think we’re okay, but it was still weird. SHE’S YOUR MOTHER IN LAW!



Babs: FIRE! YAY!
Carla: FIRE! YAY!




Chazza: *sneaks*
Chazza: BOO!
Cade: OMG! *gasps*

Abby and Babs used their magic constantly, Cesaro won’t stay off the computer trolling people, and Chazza sneaks around the house scaring people. I LOVE THIS FAMILY.



Babs: I love you, Dumpling. Let’s play!
Dumpling: *mrowr*
Carla: Oh my god, too cute.



Seriously, Anoki? AGAIN! YOU ARE A PROFESSIONAL CHEF, STOP SETTING YOURSELF ON FIRE!




Seriously, Chazza? AGAIN! What did poor Cade ever do to you?

Cade: No, no, it’s cool. She’s funny.
Chazza: See? My family loves me.

I stand corrected.




Babs: Chazza! C’mere!
Chazza: What’s up, Mom?
Babs: BOOM!
Carla: A+ parenting.

At one point, Babs actually managed to make an apothecary brew, and then rolled the want to throw it at Chazza. Gee, I wonder why your only daughter is evil. Then again, Babs is the one who froze her parents as a teenager and goes around setting fires and turning people into toads, so…yeah.



Chazza: What’s wrong, cat? I’m just trying to give you a treat!

Dumpling has decided she absolutely hates Chazza. Probably because she’s evil.




Babs: Get back, you! There will be no biting around here!

Babs learned from Abby and proactively deals with zombies. She freezes them. Well, I guess it was a toss-up between that and setting them on fire.

(Clearly Abby faced no repercussions from her zombie bites.)



I FINALLY CAUGHT IT! I FINALLY CAUGHT IT!

Babs goes around turning off the lights in empty rooms (frugal Sims), but she does it by clapping them off. I immediately burst into song every time. So entertained!



Chazza: So what’s it like being dead?
Stiles: Oh, it’s great. Just like a video game. But not those newfangled games we always played. An old-fashioned arcade game. You’re too young to remember those.
Carla: SO ARE YOU, STILES!

Chazza has started bonding with ghost!Stiles. Who is blocking the chair even when not in it. This family. I love them.




I don’t know who this girl is, but go you, Chazza! Way to autonomously find teen love.

(Of course, they chose to flirt and have their first kiss in the basement of this girl’s house, and there was no good way to get a picture.)





Whoever you are, you just kicked Chazza’s ass! In her own home! With her family somewhere around, so technically in front of her family! That was hilarious (look at their faces!), but I’d watch your back!



Abby: Oh my god, Chazza, what happen? How did you lose?

Gee, thanks, Abby.



Oh good grief. C’MON. Beating up Chazza doesn’t mean you won the right to sit and be creepy!



That’s not your bed, Abby! What, if you can’t have the rocking chair, you’ll take the first bed you find? And to think you used to be so precise, so clean, so competent.

Abby: You used to care more about me than Babs, too.

Stooooooop.



Despite having three teenagers (and their various friends and partners) and Abby around the house at all times, Babs and Anoki still make time for sweet flirtations. They’re so delightful.



See that tiny little thing? That is a chip bag. Dumpling has been hunting, but can’t seem to catch anything that is alive, just random trash. She leaves little gifts everywhere for her people, though.



Do I even want to know why you two are fighting again? Oh, wait, I still don’t know why you were fighting the first time!



Babs is still trying to build up her magical skill high enough to turn people into zombies. She’s started to be very calm around fire these days. I miss the maniacal poses.



Birthday time! Cade added the stupid trait, so he is neat, absent-minded, excitable, athletic, and stupid. His lifetime wish is Perfect Mind, Perfect Body: Seeking personal perfection through rigorous mental and physical training is a noble goal that guarantees a lifetime of challenge. Your Sim may one day stand on the peak of physical Sim achievement, but not without much sweat and mental strain. Master the Logic Skill. Master the Athletic Skill.



Here’s Cade all grown up and kind of weirdly hipster. Now he just has to wait a day or so for the twins to age up, and we’ll see who is heir.



It’s a little bit early to be telling anyone about your criminal mastery, Chazza. I still love your outfit so much, though.




Cade: Come on, Dad, you got this! Push just a little more!
Carla: My, how things have changed! Anoki used to train Cade, but now look at them.



Okay, the cat watching someone sleep is also slightly creepy. Damn.



Babs: I WAS SLEEPING! GO AWAY!
Dumpling: *is cute*
Carla: How can you resist her, Babs? She just wants to play with her witch!
Babs: And I want to sleep!



Oh, good lord, can no one get along in this family?! Why are you two fighting? At least this one makes slightly more sense; Chazza is evil, she’ll pick fights with people. I have no idea why Anoki and Cesaro can’t get along.



See? Anoki is charred, they are both exhausted, and yet all they can do is fight!

Also, Anoki may be the worst cook in the world, as many times as he’s come home from work looking like that.



Oh. My. God. Dumpling. You are too, too adorable.




OH NO, ABBY. MY POOR GIRL.

Abby: I’m so ashamed. How could I do that? *frets* I’m so tired. So, so tired.

My heart is breaking, sweetie.

(Of course, she did the same thing while she was still the torch-holder, so I guess neither of us should be that surprised.)



DOES THIS ENTIRE FAMILY HATE EACH OTHER?

(Anoki, why haven’t you bathed yet? You can’t be comfortable!)



… Cade, where are you going?



CADE?! I THINK YOU FORGOT SOMETHING!



Twin birthday time! Up first is Cesaro, all sparkly, while the women of the family cheer him.

Cesaro added the party animal trait, adding to his heavy sleeper, inappropriate, dislikes children, and loves the outdoors traits. His lifetime wish is Mystic Healer: These days Sims can be transformed into all sorts of odd things like toads, zombies, and tragic clowns. Even Sims that are feeling blue or have inner beauty can’t catch a break! It takes a selfless Sim who cares deeply for others to cure these poor souls of their afflictions. Not many are up to the task of being a Mystic Healer, but for those who are, they can feel good inside for doing so. Cure 12 different transformed Sims using Sunlight Charm or Potent Cure Elixir.



This is how he aged up. What in the world happened to you, Cesaro? You went from 17 to 57!


Meanwhile, Chazza takes so long to age up that night falls!

Chazza added the genius trait, adding to her vehicle enthusiast, excitable, virtuoso, and evil traits, because the world absolutely needs an evil genius. Her lifetime wish is The Emperor of Evil: Your Sim can one day become the leader of the most diabolical organization in the world. Strong evil office relationships are a must, as is possessing enough athletic ability to stop the interferences of nosy government spies. Evil vigilance is a must! Reach level 10 of the criminal career track (evil branch).

I’m not sending anyone to university this time, so I guess it’s time to name the heir. Who do you think it will be?



Bye Cade and Cesaro! Hope you come visit sometime!

It was a close race, even closer than Babs and Brandon, but in the end, an evil genius who wants to be the Emperor of Evil won over everything else. Time to kick out Cade and Cesaro – I hate that that’s the command – and get on with the new heir.

Since I can’t handle playing university again so soon. Chazza will be starting her career and searching for a spouse on her own.



Hello, Chazza, our heir and new torch holder!

(Sort of.)

(You’ll see. Mwahahahaha.)

Torch-Holders: 3 (+1)
Life-Time Wish Achievements: 0
Social Worker Visits: 0
Accidental Deaths: 0
Number of Special Tombstones (non-old age) vs. Total Death Count: 0/1
Pass-Outs (except fainting when someone sees a ghost): 6 (+4)
Self-Wettings: 7 (+2)
Fires: 6 (+3)
Fights: 2 (+2)
Reach top of a career: 0
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