Note from the author: So… it has been forEVA! since I last updated on my boy Ivan. By now, my readers might know me as the bullshitter simmer, I won’t argue that. Here is the 10th chapter of the Randominov legacy, and the last one of the first generation. Why? the kids haven’t even grown yet. Well… first, I need to move things along with this legacy/challenge because its just going no where as it is; second,
I want to start alternating between Randominovs and Radcliffes which is another challenge I have started (pft, talk about bullshitter, now I have more on my already full plate which I obviously cannot handle) I guess I need to feel overwhelmed in order to function at all. After this first generation I will take a break from Randominovs and update on Radcliffe for about 10 chapters, then Ill come back to Randominovs second generation and so on. Sorry to my readers for being so messy and unstable, I do hope you guys don’t go away and keep coming here. Radcliffes will be as fun to read as Ivan. I do promise hope! <—- This never happened on 2014. UPDATED LAST 1/2/2015
Nway, this is a long ass chapter. Thanks for reading! ❤
Ivan Randominov here at your service.
Last time we met I was having fun catching up with an old friend from college, although… yeah, she didn’t look anything like before.
In the rare case that you don’t know me because, well, this woman hasn’t updated on my life since like – forever!! So… you can catch up with my life here. Everything you want to know, from when I was created, to university years, to making my kiddos… the little devils. Anyway, all that intro which is clearly very important, but between you and I: not really that entertaining; a bunch of teddy bear games and zombies crashing parties. Meh. Hey!! No body likes putting their lives out there for the world to see…
Forget where we left off, we are here to jump into the future so let’s move right on… Oh! and if you didn’t already noticed, I — I, will be narrating this chapter!
You always took charge of your updates Boris-boo.
This is different, I will narrate.
Shut up woman! No sayings from you.
*This man LIES*
Oh right. My other son…
whose name I have forgotten atm...
Okay, so we had a typical day at the festival;
Okay now we can continue with the family activities.
Later when I got me some ice-cream:
*double face palm*
Nway, now I take back over this random shit.
The following days the usual randomness happened:
WAIT! Did I just saw my crazy-girl deprived-son with a girl?
Hey! Wait… is that?
Tony… never mind.
And so the days flew randomly by,
Hey kid that’s my line!!
Nway, Antone (that’s his name… phew, remembered) grew up. And we skip right to the candles blowing part. He was becoming a teenager, although it shows three candles but that’s because these people at EA don’t know math, but you never heard this from Ivan. Go it?
*blew my mind. That it did.*
Hey you slut that’s your son!! Stop it.
“Kid get away from me, your crashing my moment!”
“Right. Got it.”
And with that came time for my Rocco to grow up… yep! I told you we would be skipping lots of crap…
Later that day,
Guy on the left with Korean hair-style: …
Me: “Yes piercing Goddess.”
Guy on the left with Korean hair-style: … …
Me: “Yes. Pierce me, pierce me!!”
Guy on the left with Korean hair-style: … … …
I don’t think Rocco believed me when I told him once and for all that Puzzle was not real. He got obsessed with proving me wrong.
Rocco is clearly insane.
Days later, something finally happened.
Puzzle: “It’s me cocco. Puzzle. Now we can ‘really’ be together.”
Rocco: “Yes. As friends. Always.”
*this is the moment I went to smash my head against a wall. No babies for gen 2…*
You wanted to narrate.
Did I heard something?
*I will explain this when I can actually say something… taps her fingers on the desk*
And my Rocco was slowly forgetting puzzle. Hey! Like the Rolling Stones say: “You can’t always get what you want…”
Rocco that’s too quick!
Quick recovery son. Good job.
Rocco where did you learn such a great line? You must teach your old man.
Having accomplished most of my rules, I had one left.
WELCOME TO COOKING WITH BORIS!
*giving $ 100 to those who understood this*
Meanwhile Rocco was putting his moves on — whoever she is.
“I’m a witch.”
Back at the job…
Some shots of the house during sunset. Just because…
I kept working on my recipes.
Okay, so I made it alive after eating that thing. Always happy to help dad fulfill his goals. Now for the best part of this story. The part I grow up and make everyone fall for me.
What? You thought I was kidding?
So after my birthday I’m supposed to move out of this house … can’t effing wait!! But first, dad wanted me to leave with a girl. So he took us hunting.
We – brothers – were spotting bitches.
Boris from the DJ booth somewhere not in this picture: “HEY!! That’s your brother’s girl.”
Girl with scarf: I don’t like your cheerful face.
Antone: And I don’t like grumpy bitches.
Randominov Legacy Generation One ends here guys! Phew. It was a big chapter to put together and I could have done it in three or four, but I wanted to make it a special for the new year since I have not updated on this legacy for so long.
There is more to come on the second generation. But for now, please enjoy the few pictures left. ❤
We will miss you Boris-boo.
GENERATION 2 — Coming this summer