The Lodge Legacy - Chapter One
Meet Veronica Lodge, founder of the Lodge Legacy. If you had any sort of childhood, I’d wager you know who she is already. How did she come to end up in Sunset Valley? Well, Mr Lodge (also known as “Daddy”) decided that Ronnie needed a good old lesson in independence. So he shipped her off to an empty piece of land he owns in Sunset Valley.
Initially I gave Veronica traits that went with her character, but then I remembered she’s the only sim I get to choose traits for. So she’s ended up with: Genius (this is the family trait - yep, taking full advantage of that option) Workaholic (LOL right? I just want fast promotions) Dramatic, Snob (I had to keep the real Veronica Lodge alive just a little) and Natural Cook. Her lifetime want is to be a Top Chef or whatever. This is because I want that bomb-ass refrigerator.
This is Veronica’s sweet crib. A single bed, a fridge (far too lazy to scavenge for food) and a toilet. Pretty classy!
For the record, my game runs too slow if I’m on the biggest lot (not too slow to function, but too slow to be enjoyable) so I got a smaller one and blew all the extra cash on a bunch of expensive floor tiles which I then deleted. Cheater 4 life!
Ronnie hits up the library computer straight away to start making some cash. Otherwise she’s going to end up living like this the rest of her life -
“DADDY NEVER SAID THIS WOULD ENTAIL EATING ON A TOILET SEAT.”
I know that getting crumbs in the bed is gross, but really, Ron? You couldn’t go with your mattress or the ground? It’s not as if it rains in this place.
How cute. All dolled up for your first day of work.
“THIS TOQUE IS DISGUSTING.”
Sucks.
After her first day of work, Veronica sneaks into some public showers. This 24 hour gym is going to be verrrrry handy for the future. After she’s all clean, Veronica thinks it’s high time to find a sugar daddy.
Sorry, Ronnie, rich dudes are off-limits.
“THE FUCK?”
BTW, since I am a kind and loving Creator, I’m letting Veronica make her own love decisions. Whoever she gravitates to, she gets, unless he’s wealthy. Or a lady.
Unfortunately…
She chose this douchebag. Really? I expected more of you, Veronica. I got her out of there before things got too far.
Atta girl, go home alone to your single bed and make yourself a sandwich for one on your new counter. Much safer.
But a day later…
Really? This is disgusting.
It’s love, I guess, so I moved the bro in and got them a double bed with the tiny amount of cash he brought in (so predictable, buddy.) He also brought a crappy boombox in his inventory. Gee, thanks!
Got a makeover for this asshole ASAP. You’d think that would make it better, but wait till you hear about this guy’s personality. His name is Xander BTW but I think I’m just going to stick with “this asshole.”
Party Animal, Inappropriate, Commitment Issues, Hot Headed, Mooch.
FUCKING KILL ME. And he’s a criminal too. Not even a good one. He’s a damn thug.
Why, Veronica, WHY?
“He reminds me of Archiekins!” Ugh. His hair is BARELY reddish.
At least I don’t have to worry about sending him over to the gym to shower. You’re right beside the road, friend. You better not start doing this in broad daylight as well.
In order to make some simoleons on the side, I splurged on a sculpting station for Xander.
And he actually proved to be good for something, since I was able to build them a teeny home! If it were an apartment it would be a studio.
Oooh, ahhh.
Evidently the house confuses this asshole. Dude, you’re like two metres from your bed. Go rest up so you can make us some more money.
You would, Xander. You would. Speaking of toilets, whatcha doin’ Ronnie?
“THIS ISN’T MY LIFE. THIS ISN’T MY LIFE.”
Meanwhile, some idiot’s sneaking up on X while he’s making his second ice toilet of the day (a better quality toilet, though - bahaha.) You probably shouldn’t try to scare people when they’re running chainsaws, friend.
Okay, yeah that’s probably a better-
Uh, maybe you should have just stayed away from this house entirely.
Hahahaha. I’m so proud of you, Ron! And to think you’re 0/10 athletic!
Xander was so impressed by Veronica’s fighting skills that he proposed then and there. I didn’t get a picture. They get married alone on the beach at sunrise…
That’s kind of, uh, ornate for a private wedding, don’t you think?
“I got Daddy to pay for it!”
I thought you were cut off?
“BITCH, I’M TELLING YOU MY FATHER PAID FOR IT.”
Oh, right, I forgot you’re married to a thief. No questions asked, girl.
*~*~so romantic*~*~
Yeah, Ron, you’re married. To a complete moron, but you’ve got a ring on it.
They did the duty of all married legacy couples, and Veronica found herself barfing up a storm a few hours later.
“This maternity outfit fucking sucks. Where’s the pizazz?”
Oh, wah. I’ll find you something slutty for next time.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NEXT TIME? I’m sneaking watermelon so this never has to happen again.”
This is a matriarchy btw. My faithful sims are gonna keep popping them out till they get a girl every generation.
What a loving couple.
BABY TIME. Where’s your husband?
Oh. Right. This guy’s obsessed with dancing BTW, anytime I stop paying attention to him for a second he runs off to dance. Including when his wife is screaming in pain in the next room.
Veronica drove her goddamn self to the hospital and here’s the new baby girl, Violetta Lodge-Clavell. She’s a Brave Genius. Watch her *~*~journey to adulthood~**~ in the next chapter!
