There's no arguing that I'm lazy -- after all, I am just getting back to this series after nearly a year layoff. But when I rebuilt the Badboy family, I wanted to do it right, which to me means no duplicates. So the first step, before going into the family generator and building a new group of koo-koo kids, is to make sure their already existing Doppelgangers sleep with the fishes. After all, as the man said, there can be only one.

Q let's knock off with the by-now standard method of fencing in the front yard.

As I was so loath to drown MustKillMoWhee all those months ago, I thought it only fitting to send Endy to his doom the same way.

What better way to murder a Log than to make him play with fire? According to well-respected Simocide expert Scott Sharkey, the lawn flamingo is the most flammable substance on the planet.

And Kris ... well, since she's already sleeping, let's just make sure she never gets up.

Laz took some thinking. The namesake of the site deserves something a little more inventive than just a fence. Since I couldn't dig him into a hole, I settled for building walls of earth around him.

You have to admit, though, the guy knows how to make the best of a bad situation.

Grim Reaper: "Well, there goes another one. You know, buddy, you reap what you sow. Ha! Get it? Like, I'm the reaper, and you're, you know.... Aw, forget it. This room is dead."

Of COURSE Endy wasn't all right, KC had to intimate to Gray. He was trapped in a pool with no ladder, and the dude didn't have gills, after all.

You know, for a guy who can set the whole kitchen ablaze with a freaking Pop-Tart, Log can't get a fire going for jack when he's actually trying. He finally just dropped from exhaustion and hunger.

Q followed suit not long after.

The landscape features made for a pretty impressive spectacle when Laz finally kicked the bucket.

In memoriam of not only the green wonder's last moments on SimEarth but of my above-ground hole invention, I decided to build the whole thing up as high as it would go. I proudly present to you Mount Lazarus.

I found out as long as Kris was in the bed, she was like some kind of immortal. The other four guys fed the worms long before she collapsed. All I had to do was expand the space and get her to stand up, and she was rehearsing for harp auditions within a minute.

After that, it was a small matter to get Streon to come over for the wake. Which is ironic, because he never would.

With so many empty beds, it only makes sense to fill them up, and consolidate the forumites to as few houses as possible. Mo and Clef moved in without a second thought, but maybe they should have had one, given the sheer number of tombstones in the backyard.

Would you look at that. Homeboy's been dead a day, but that doesn't stop him from waltzing right in like he still owns the place.

In fact, the ghosts are starting to rise up, and in sheer numbers they can overpower my systems.

And literally scare Liquid-X to death.

Shit. This wasn't part of the plan.

Not KC too! Goddammit!

When Starchild shreiks Mo (who's exhausted from having lost games of chance twice to the Reaper) to a premature dirt nap, I'm thinking about scrapping this whole thing. I mean, the oldsters, not as big a deal, I can work with that, but the new guy who's still (occasionally) posting, not to mention just moved in to the freaking house, I ain't down with that. If Gray can't save him, I won't.

Fortunately, Gray wins.

It's a shame he couldn't save everyone. But no worries. They'll be resurrected real soon.

Posted by Endymion at March 26, 2006 09:45 PM