Author's Note: Because the Exchange
messed up my existing chapters, adding
question marks for all punctuation, I'm
converting all of my old chapters into Power
Point format. I didn't really change anything
in the writing except for a few misspellings.
This means that my first few chapters are still
told in observational style: I have a hard
enough time thinking of things to say in
newer chapters, let alone thinking of the
narrative for old chapters.
But, on the plus side, I got Keith to redo my
cover pages, so now they all reflect the name
change from The Reluctant Legacy to The
Devereaux Legacy! Go me!
Thanks for reading and I hope you don't
cringe as much as I do when I read these first
few chapters :)
Hello everyone, peasant007 here bringing
you another legacy story. I know, I know, my
last one only lasted two chapters (well, three
technically, but I canceled it halfway through
the writing and I couldn't reverse some of the
actions) but, I promise that this one will be as
entertaining with the same quality features
such as using spell check!
So, how about we meet our new Legacy
Here he is, in all of his first face glory, Joshua
Devereaux. Josh is a Knowledge/Family Sim,
Cancer, 5 across the board with the LTW to
become the Hand of Poseidon. He's starting
out as a college student at Sim State
University. Welcome to this Legacy Josh!
Josh: Hey! This is so awesome! I'm so looking
forward to meeting a bunch of SimSelves and
other Legacy Sims. Everything is coming up
Josh: So. Where's the game show? Which
SimSelf am I going to marry? What kind of
Legacy Sims am I going to meet? Do I get to
kick a bunch of zombie butt? Can I have my
own TV show like Long the Bounty Hunter?
SimMe: Yeeeah. So...about that...How can I
best put this?
SimMe: You see, I've decided to do some
Stargate Command, underneath Cheyenne
Daniel Jackson: So, yeah. It turns out that
there's been a change in plans, and
peasant007 won't be using you guys right
Robin: OMG! What are you going to do with
Daniel Jackson: Well, you guys are free to
travel wherever you wish. The Legacy Sims,
on the other hand, will be gated to various
versions of Strangetown and such, where they
will all have plenty of undocumented
adventures. Peasant007 wants to let you all
know that she is a big fan of all of your work,
and maybe sometime in the future she will
want to use you. But for now... Well, let's just
say it's not you, it's her.
Professor Butters: *nodding* Perfectly
understandable. This is, perhaps, for the best.
And with that, they left.
(Clockwise from back: Candi, Professor Butters, Orikes and Robin)
The Legacy Sims however, were a tad bit
Gage Uglacy: Rawr. Blonde AND in uniform.
Hey baby, how about a little Gage in your
Samantha Carter: *Looking at Jack* Sir?
Jack: Daniel? Does this strike you as a bit
Daniel: Ummm. Yeah, Jack. Actually it does.
Jack: I thought so. Carter, shoot him if he
does that again.
Carter: Yes sir!
(Gage and Don Uglacy from Candi's “Uglacy Family”)
Finally, all but one Legacy Sim had departed.
Teal'c entered into the Gate Room with a
rather stoic looking Cecil Goodytwoshoes.
(Of course, if it had been anybody else, one
would say that he looked disgruntled...but this
is Cecil we're talking about).
Jack: Ah, Teal'c. I was wondering when you
were going to bring him. Well Cecil, it looks
like this is goodbye. I can't say that I'm going
to miss the attitude.
Cecil: *brushing off his shoulder and
smoothing his jacket where Teal'c had been
gripping him* I would prefer it if you referred
to me as Mr. Goodytwoshoes as I do not...
Jack: Teal'c? Has he been talking like this the
(Cecil Goodytwoshoes from Professor Butters' “Squeaky Clean Legacy”)
Jack: Okay Cecil buddy, here's the plan. If you
so much as speak another word, I'm gonna
zat you and throw you through the gate.
Speaking of which, Carter, where is my buddy
Cecil being gated to?
Carter: Well sir, it appears that he's going to
be relocated to Pleasantview.
Jack: *wincing* Ooo. Tough break there.
Cecil: *brushing his pant leg and arching an
eyebrow* Of course, that would not be
unnatural, as Pleasantview is my native town.
I fail to see why this would not be a positive
relocation for me.
Jack: *pulling out the Zat gun* I mean it
Ceece, I will zat you.
Jack: And, I don't think you're going to your
Pleasantview, but rather peasant007's
Cecil's eyes widened ever so slightly.
Jack: Oh, but I'm sure you're going to be just
fine there, right Daniel?
Daniel: Um, actually Jack, I'm not so sure. I
mean, is this really necessary? It would be
Jack: Everything. Will. Be. Fine.
Jack ushered Cecil to the gate.
Jack: *waving as Cecil walks through* So long
buddy. Have fun. Don't let the event horizon
hit you in the butt on your way through!
When the event horizon shut down, Jack
turned to the rest of the SG-1 team.
Jack: Gosh, I'm really going to miss them.
Especially my bestest buddy Cecil.
Teal'c: *still glaring, eyelid twitching* It
appears O'Neill, that you are using a form of
sarcasm, are you not?
Jack: *clapping Teal'c on his shoulder* Good,
Teal'c. You're learning!
Upon hearing the news of my rather
ungraceful way of eliminating difficult
characters to write for, Josh seemed...irritated.
Josh: So, you're hoping that people will get
the Stargate reference?
SimMe: That's the idea. Besides, it made me
and my real life husband laugh.
Josh: So, no SimSelves or Legacy Sims?
SimMe: Nope, closed borders now.
Josh: What about the unexpected zombies?
SimMe: Pulled the mod.
Josh: But then that means I'll get the first
Legacy house, right?
SimMe: Considering the fact that the London
Bridge Legacy is still living there, that would
be a no.
Josh: This totally sucks! You're just planning
on torturing me with Townie Sims with no
real story of my own! What, it's just going to
be a bunch of pictures of me wetting myself
and being married to Sandy Bruty?
SimMe: No, Sandy got turned into a zombie
in the unpublished part of my original legacy.
SimMe: Besides, I have plenty of stuff
planned out. Honest, I do!
Josh: MmHmm. So I'm just going to be an
SimMe: See the asterisk, averageness subject
to change. And, okay, I'm totally done arguing
with you Sims. I could send you to
Pleasantview to wallow in misery if you
would like. I'm sure Jack O'Neill (Mmmm,
McGyver. Except without the mullet) will be
more than happy to throw you through the
Josh dropped the attitude.
Josh: Oh. Ahem. Well, when you put it that
way, I suppose I can handle being the
SimMe: I thought as much. Off to school with
Dear Diary. Wait, diary sounds too girly.
Hmm. Dear Journal. No, that sounds just as
dumb. Captain's Log. Blech, too pretentious.
Hmm Oh! I know. Dear Bob. Yeah, perfect.
I am perfectly aware of that woman
controlling all of my actions. I am forced to
study all day long. Even though I am a
Knowledge Sim, I am making it a specific
point to be the worst one out there, just to
get even with her.
Nay, I will not be happy getting skill points,
and I think I will only really like doing term
papers and homework occasionally. I am also
a Family Sim secondary, but instead of
wanting a ghastly townie to fall in love with, I
think I am going to much prefer wanting to
go downtown or juggling coffee cups, despite
the fact that I only have 5 playful points. That
will show her!
Of course, naturally, my dorm is filling up
with a bunch of Sandy Bruty clones.
Thankfully, the camera is not on me as that
woman is looking for a suitable match. This
gives me ample opportunity to walk away
from what ever skill session I was in the
middle of to plan my escape from this
wretched legacy. As Bob as my witness, I will
escape. You know, when my Free Will is
turned back on.
Fortunately, she's just as shallow as I am
about looks, so despite the threats about
torturing me, she just can't bring herself to
torture her own eyes. Everything is coming up
I am also relatively certain that she will not be
marrying me to a man, no matter how much
they vo gerbbits. Pretty certain...
Ah, and who is lovely Sim? It's almost like I'm
looking in a mirror! Of all the people to fall in
love with, it might be best to fall in love with
myself. Am I correct Bob?
Naturally, before I could escape off the lot,
that woman directed me to talk with Joshina.
I am not certain what her real name is, as that
woman keeps switching between Lisa and
Kelly and muttering something about a
Her name is Kelly Phillips. I wrote it down so I
...My letters to you Bob, it appears, are also
being watched as closely as my actions.
Whatever this lovely first face creature's
name, in my heart she will be known as
Bob, I am also gratified to know that Joshina
has impeccable taste. It's too bad that
woman failed to remove my PlumbBob for
this picture. It's yellow right now because, as I
pointed out before, I am making it a specific
point to be the worst Knowledge Sim in
history. Joshua: 1 That woman: 0. Everything's
coming up Joshua!
However Bob, I am rather worried about the
vacant expression Joshina gives me.
Whenever I ask her what she wants, she
claims she wants to gain Logic points, to
which I oblige her. But, if looking at her face is
like looking in a mirror, does this mean that I
have the same vacant expression on my face?
Of course, naturally, Joshina can't stay out of
my presence for too long, and she does her
homework in my dorm room as opposed to
the many tables that are available. However,
that is not the point of this picture. My
triumphant point is that once again, that
woman failed to remove my PlumbBob. Still
not platinum. Nay, skilling I do not like! I
believe the score is now 2-0. Do I need to
write what everything is coming up for?
Joshua, of course!
Josh: It's almost like kissing a mirror!
Kelly Joshina: Oh, Josh!
Third Skintone Sandy Bruty: But I want to do
my homework in here instead of all the
Needless to say Bob, I am surrounded by
So, there was only one thing I could do, Bob,
and that was to put a lock on my door. Of
course, this was met with an astounding flock
of Sims desperately wanting to do their
homework in there. If I were a psychology
major, I would say that without a doubt, they
all just wanted something that they couldn't
have. Is it me? Or is it my room? I ponder
these things nightly.
Joshina and I are getting along very well;
though once again, I am a tad bit concerned
about her frequent mention of cheese. I am
sincerely hoping that she is just talking about
the cheese in the omelette, as she is currently
not controllable so I am unsure of her actual
aspiration, and she still wants to gain Logic
Now, of course, every guy has done the "Twin
Sister" trick in the mirror. Of course, I haven't,
but I imagine kissing Joshina is closer and
better than that. I don't find it unpleasant, I
Bob, I can say without a doubt that marrying
Joshina will produce many beautiful children.
Would I name them Joshua and Joshina
Junior? This is another question that keeps me
occupied when I should be skilling.
Of course Bob, Joshina is as in love with me
as I am with myself.
While researching my own name in a baby
book, I found that my name means "God is
Salvation". Hmm Of course I am not
presumptuous enough to assume that I am
The God. Perhaps a minor deity? I could
handle that, I think.
Today my Free Will was turned off. I naturally
tried to escape this wretched hive of scum
and villainy (I exaggerate of course about the
villainy, especially since there will be no more
unexpected Zombies). However, I found
myself distracted by the urge to rake leaves
and then jump in the piles. Suddenly I found
my actions being controlled again despite the
fact that I was having fun for a few hours
more than necessary. I am reluctant to say
that the score is now 2-1.
Once again I found myself being forced to
skill. Assuming that Joshina wants the same
things that I want (what look-alike fiancee
wouldn't?) I asked her to join me. Joshina was
reluctant, however. I naturally assume this
due to the fact that I know that my face is not
set in the same frown lines that is marring
Joshina's perfect first face. I am growing
worried. Will things come up Joshua ever
Bob, I find that I have more things to ponder.
Could Joshina be a Grilled Cheese Sim?
Another thing, do I look as stupid dancing?
I found today that I could win the most angry
face while Smustling award, if there were
such a thing. *Note to self* Invent Most Angry
Face While Smustling Award. Then everything
will come up Joshua, and I will score many,
many points over that woman.
Bob, I found myself most thankful that when
directed to "Suck Face" with Joshina, it wasn't
my leg that popped up. That would have
been rather embarrassing. Everything is
coming up Joshua, once again!
Dear Bob, today I am in a celebratory mood,
for I have finally moved away from the dorms
into my own house. I have, naturally, decided
to roll the "Start a Fraternity" want, along with
a bunch of other Pleasure and Popularity
wants. Do I want to skill? Do I want to go to
class? Do I want to write a term paper? Do I
want to, at the very least, socialize with
Joshina? Nope. I am still winning at my own
private war with that woman.
When I moved in, I found out that I was not
the first resident here. It turns out that Emily
London was here first. The only bonus to
being in a rebound Legacy is that whatever
was left behind is now meant for me. As my
aspiration was just cusping on Gold, I was
directed to use the Energizer. Fortunately I
did not go green. Bob, is that woman trying
to kill me? Surely not...right? This Legacy is
It was decided for me that I would, indeed,
start a fraternity, as I guess that's what Legacy
Sims are supposed to do. This quelled my
fears about that woman trying to make me
miserable. For the moment...
Naturally, as is apparently true to form for
London Bridge, my toga party that I threw
was not a Roof Raiser. I blame it on the fact
that nobody else really dressed in togas.
Clearly Joshina must be a Knowledge Sim, as
she decided to stop Smustling to go into the
bathroom and do her homework. This lifted
my heart a little, but all of my other party
guests were rather irked by the fact that they
couldn't use the bathroom. Could this be the
reason my "Josh is Awesome" toga party was
less than a rousing success? More things to
ponder while I am supposed to be skilling.
Dear Bob, I am pleased to say that my private
war is still going well. My Greek House is
now level 5, due to the fact that I constantly
want to make friends and throw "Josh is Cool"
and "Look at Josh in His Sexy Toga" toga
parties. I am saddened to say that none of
them are Roof Raisers, however. How can
they not be? Look at my abs!
Of course, I will occasionally throw that
woman a bone, by wanting to get a generic
skill point here and there. I think a plaque is
being made for me for being the worst
Knowledge Sim ever. Everything is coming up
Joshua! With a plaque no less!
Dear Bob, today I graduate. Due to the fact
that most of the time my Free Will is turned
off (curse that woman always thwarting my
escape) I managed to pull a 4.0 in Biology. I
take great pride in the fact that it was not fun
for either me or that woman.
Naturally, I wanted to throw an "Everything is
Coming up Joshua" graduation party.
However, things were looking dim.
Remington (my house placeholder. What kind
of name is that, anyway? Remington here is
like the name John Smith everywhere else)
refused to participate in the festivities, no
matter how much he was directed. Then,
there was the random streaker...
Of course, everyone gathered around to
congratulate me and my sheer awesomeness.
Yeah, I'm so not a rebound Legacy, I am cool
and unique. Score: 3-1
Things were looking glum, so I decided to
strip down and show everyone in my
altogether What better way to liven up a
party and make it an absolute positive Roof
Bob, apparently that was too much Joshua, if
there is such a thing. I regret to say that this
was the worst party I have ever thrown. Of
course, I blame it on Remington and his
stupid tattoos. But now I will forever have a
"Bad Graduation Party” memory.
It appeared that people were relieved when
the confetti blew up and I was back in my
clothing. Of course, this must be my
imagination, as one can never have too much
Joshua. Not too shabby, I must say, but then
again I am Joshua. Nothing about me is
shabby. Bob, do you know how close I am to
finger gunning people? I'll bet if that woman
would turn on my Free Will, I would totally
do it, even if I only have 5 outgoing points.
Now, I guess I have to move back to London
Bridge. My spirits are raised though:
apparently I am going to live on a beach lot.
Though, I do not understand why that
woman laughed when she told me. But such
worries are beneath me! Everything is
coming up Joshua!
Ah. I understand now, Bob. Apparently this
was one of those 'the more things change,
the more they stay the same' jokes. Stupid
cliff separating me from the beach.
Personally, I think she makes this a cliff
because she sucks at landscaping. Of course,
this means war. Score: 3-2. For now. Hugs
and Kisses, Joshua.
Did I actually write that?
Thanks for reading. And Josh is right, I do
suck at landscaping. Beach lots are a pain to
build on when there are those areas that you
actually can't. The cliff makes it easier for me.
Thanks to MTS2 and the Exchange for the
Stargate stuff. And thanks to the SimSelves for
appearing briefly in my story along with their
The next chapter is about halfway done with
shooting. I am terrible at writing, so I'm not
positive when the next part will show up.
However, I see it going up within the next
week or so. So until then :)