Over at the Smith household, PT NumeroNueve passes away due to old age. It wasn’t a platinum death, but what are ya gonna do?
Jenny Smith, his wife, didn’t take it too well. Apparently, she had a huge fear of anyone in the family dying. She may be seeing that flour baby for a while since I hardly play the family.
Stevie Ray The main reason the household is being played is for Stevie and Ray to grow into their teenage years. Stevie rolled Pleasure while Ray rolled Popularity.
Elsewhere in Strangetown, Judge Erin Singles receives a promotion to the Senate. She’s now looking to campaign as Strangetown’s mayor. Considering she still is friends with a papercup named Jean le Poe, who knows what that spells for Strangetown’s future.
“Hello complete stranger. How are you? I’m Jeannie Roseland.”
“Even though we are perfect strangers, I feel the need to tell you that it is my life-long dream to become The Law of this town. The way things are run are darn right ridiculous. If I become someone with the power of the Law, then maybe I can change things around.”
“You say you want to become The Law? Hmmm, perhaps I can help you out with that.” “You help me? Really? And how exactly do you plan on doing something like that?” “Well, if you want to become The Law quicker, you should consider enrolling into college. I can help you out with that, giving you the kind of funds that will allow you not to worry about student loans and the like.”
“And why would you do something like that for me?” “I’d do it because I’m a nice guy. And besides, think of it this way. I do this favor for you and you can do a favor for me in return.” “What kind of favor?” “Nothing you need to worry about just this second. I’ll call upon you when the time comes.”
Jerry, “What’s with the get-up, Chuck? And I don’t mean the werewolf thing either.” Chuck, “Oh the warlock thing? It’s all part of my masterful planning.” Jerry, “I’m afraid to ask.”
Chuck, “I’ll tell you anyway. See the thing is, I really see no interest in having any kids or a full commitment of any sort. But I want to woo hoo without constraint. “ Jerry, “And I really don’t care.” Chuck, “So I got this ingenious plan: zombie-hood. If I’m a zombie, then I can’t have kids no matter how much I woo hoo!” Jerry, “Wouldn’t it be easier to just use protection?”
Chuck, “That’s not the point. The point is that as a zombie, I can woo hoo without even needing to think about protection and not have to worry about getting the dame preggers. Capeesh?” Jerry, “But protection kinda has left getting killed involved. And even then, how do you expect to become a zombie to begin with? Doesn’t that require someone else doing the zombie raising?” Chuck, “Oh… right.”
Abignale, “What’s got you down, Chuck?” Chuck, “I had this plan where I raise myself as a zombie for a big boon only to realize I can’t raise myself as a zombie all by myself.” Abignale, “So you’ll need some help?” Chuck, “Yea, but how?” Abignale, “Ask around. You might get an answer somewhere.”
Chuck, “Hmmm, how do I get raised as a zombie if I can’t do it myself. Think, Chuck, think!”
I feel pretty good after we finally separate. But again, I feel like such an idiot with this look on my face. I can’t tell if it’s stuck this way or my body is intentionally trying to make a fool out of me. Nevertheless, I have my first dream date with Twitchy.
And now the time for Abignale and I to grow up.