Vaughn: Alright, I’ve had enough of this white shit.
Morrigan: It’s freezing out.
Gayby: Me cold.
Mordecai: Alright, alright. It’s too cold and snowy. I’ll do something about it! GNOME POWERS ACTIVATE.
Mordecai: Snow, I command thee to DISAPPEAR!
Vaughn: It’s melting, alright.
Mordecai: The snow is hereby banished from this lot!
Vaughn: *bored already*
Mordecai: WHAT NOW.
Now back to the actual legacy. Yes, thanks to the magic of the gnomes, spring has sprung for the Mendeleevs.
Tyson: I bet Zinc would love this. 😀
I doubt it, because she has allergies and all. : /
Vampire chick: Come to the kissing booth?
… I feel like she has ulterior motives. Like getting closer to unsuspecting jugulars.
Oh well, he had a wish for it.
Tyson: I’m so excited for this kiss I’m gonna pee myself!
Whoa now. You’re married. Luckily, the kissing booth doesn’t appear to cause any romantic troubles, and she doesn’t even show up as an acquaintance.
Picture of Arsenic because adorableness.
Mordecai: VAUGHN. Why do you allow our son near that harlot?
Vaughn: Shh.. just let me sleep…
*distracted by Doris being horrible*
Wanna take a wild guess at his new trait? Wanna? Wanna?
Arsenic: I follow a proud and time-honored tradition.
I wonder if you can turn these things to gold. I wanna keep Old Lace around, but I could snatch up the other one and try it sometime…
Mordecai: YOU! HARLOT! Away from my son!
Vaughn: Will you stop that? I’ve moved on; I love Morrigan now.
Mordecai: D8 I thought what we had was special.
Old Lace didn’t turn into a real imaginary friend right after aging up. She needed a bit of coaxing.
There we go.
Arsenic: Where did you get the umbrella?
Old Lace: … your mind?
Tyson needed to change out of his lab coat before running to the bathroom, so he peed himself.
Hey, let’s check on the gnomes!
One… two… three… where’s Vaughn?
D8 VAUGHN? D8 D8 D8
RIP Vaughn. He leaves behind his ex-lover Mordecai, their son Gayby, and another gnome that might have been his lover or something I’m not sure.
You will be deeply missed.
But hey, there’s still… D8 GNOMES DON’T HAVE GHOSTS D8 D8 D8
Tyson: I wanna go pick flowers for this woman.
… I’m still waiting to find out where the evil trait is.
My friend was super excited about my legacy game and wanted to see Bonehilda, so I let her out. There shouldn’t be too many people freaking out about her this time around.
That’s… real productive.
Bonehilda: I haven’t seen these walls in FOREVER.
Not pictured: the dirty toilet directly to her right.
Mordecai: No pictures. We are a family in mourning.
Other news: Tyson grew up and is also tired.
I kept that hair on him because he looks worn down by life.
Raising two kids (one of whom is away at boarding school) and rolling in the money of a legacy family is hard work, don’t you know.
Speaking of the previous generations that built the fortune of the Mendeleevs to what it is today…
It seems that Chinese ghost men really have a thing for Doris.
Doris: So… horrible weather out, right?
Shing: I died and found that my wife had been cheating on me. With Death.
Doris: … that sucks.
Doris: You’re kind of attractive for a guy who’s been dead for generations.
And… this is a thing that is happening. D8
Doris got poofed out onto the roof because Shing got called back to the grave in the middle of love-making.
Nitrogen: Teach him to cheat on ME. >: (
Pot, meet kettle.
Just happened to see this in the haunted house and had to snap a picture.
Guys… it’s that time again… HEIR POLL.