Welcome to the Radcliffe Legacy, a 10 generation challenge that sports to produce the most beautiful offspring in the whole game. Our starting founder is Renge Radcliffe, a prima donna who, however vain, wants to start a family right this minute! Well, i’m afraid we’re going to have to wait a little bit before that, Renge.
of course, her house isn’t custom made, nor would the game let me click on custom lots. weird. anyway, she won’t be living in it for long; we plan on moving in to her husbands house.
the first thing renge does when she enters her newfound home is sit down and read. She’s a bookworm, of course, as well as an insane, no-humor type of person. hopefully, reading will give her a little bit of pleasure before we go out husband-hunting.
she’s finally arrived at the park, but there doesn’t seen to be a soul in sight. it’s unfortunate, because the park is known for getting people together and making friends. Hopefully, someone will show up soon and notice renge’s good looks.
well, like every rowing girl, renge is hungry. because she is a vegetarian, renge is preparing tofu dogs, because meat makes her sick to her stomach.
but unfortunately renge has no skills whatsoever in cooking, so she burnt those tofu dogs to a crisp. how sad. however, a re-assuring mistake, seeing as she’ll be careful to pick a hubby who actually knows how to cook.
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So, renge sits down at a picnic table, munching on a grilled cheese sandwich just sitting there, alone and neglected. A certain young man in a beanie has captured her eye, sitting across as ways with two other girls.
please, Renge, you don’t have a shot at him.
Renge: “Sure I do! Don’t underestimate my charm and good looks.”
Whatever, Renge.
off into the distance, there’s a commotion going on at city hall. Renge had never been to a protest before, and was curious as to how these people actually got their way. After all, who would protest if they didn’t have everything the wanted, unlike her?
But then Renge noticed a very nice looking man, and being the gutsy girl she is goes over and tries to talk to him. Shyly, the man looks down at his boots, and Renge follows suite, curious as to what was more interesting than her hair?
renge was getting some good vibes off of this guy, so she plunged right into conversation. Her first question was if he had a job, and he answered he was in the Music career, as well as his name, Stiles MgGraw.
Knowing that was a respectable career, and that she just might have a rockstar husband, Renge jumped right to the point.
Renge: “are you married? Do you have a girlfriend?”
Stiles: “no, not yet.”
Renge seemed quite fascinated by him.
She started trying to make small talk with him, hitting the topics of music and books on the head of the nail.
She gave him some compliments, which he loved and took with a fleeting heart. Even if he was a loner, it didn’t mean he lacked love.
She gave him an amorous hug. Thankfully he didn’t turn her down.
After the atmosphere had started to heat up, Renge took the next step and leaped into his arms, kissing his neck fondly. He just held her, the expression in his eyes read “get off of me!”
Maybe the situation was a little too tense for Stiles to handle, because he leaned away from Renge’s first kiss, a heart shattering display of empty affection. But he was hot, so Renge forgave him fast. She wanted hot babies.
After that happy, yet embarrassing evening, Renge decided it would be best to put Stiles out of her mind for a while by eating her favorite foot, Autumn Salad. Needless to say, it worked.
And Renge ended the day without dreams of her (hopefully) soon to be husband.
The next morning, she was delighted to receive a call from Stiles, who had obviously forgave her from the other night and even wanted to meet her at her house. Needless to say, Renge was ecstatic.
Stiles showed up in a somewhat neuteral mood, but Renge had the skills to fix that Asap. Today would be the day she’d ask Stiles MgGraw to become Mr. Radcliffe.
She hugged him affectionately.
Renge: “Don’t you know how much i love your body?”
Stiles: …
Hopefully he’ll accept, but definitely not at this rate, renge!
Renge blushed profusely. She had told Stiles over the phone there was something she wanted to give him. Curiosity got the best of Stiles, and he asked her what was –
A message without words, recieved.
This time he didn’t reject her.
Renge hopped back on the train, begging Stiles to be her boyfriend with big, light green eyes.
How could he refuse?
Things just got faster from there. On one knee, Renge asked Stiles to marry her that one second, and become the father of her gorgeous children. If he refused she’d slap him.
Stiles screamed in rage, but then the smile broke through. He replied with only that. Good enough for Renge.
Being the feminist she was, Renge demanded Stiles marry her right then and there. Stiles, however, was more entranced with the expensive, gold band around his finger.
the only thing the two of them could think about was money and babies.
he answered “yes” like a child threatened t by death otherwise, because he would have if his answer was “no”. Renge made sure of that. She wanted his looks, he wanted her money. It was a great Engagement.
Stiles put Renge’s ring on her finger . . .
And renge followed suite.
They sealed the deal with a kiss.
Renge and Stiles converted to Stiles’ old home, and both kicked out the other Roomate residences, finally hopping into the bed like two eager bunnies.
. . . And that concludes chapter one of The Radcliffe legacy.
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