Gengis Gets Dramatic
Good morning Gen--BLECK! You smell like a public bathroom on a hot day!
Straight to the showers for you.
It's the "weekend". It's really just Gengis's and his co-workers days off. So let's throw a party at Gengis's house! Every one of Gengis's co-workers will be invited, so let's see if we can improve relations and maybe ask our boss for a promotion in the process.
Luke can't go outside the bathroom, though. So he's going to have to greet the guests as they come in to "go".
Let's eat some cornflakes and arrange for the party!
Wait, what's that smell?
Ugh! Dirty dishes...
A broken TV...
Mountains of dirty laundry...
Wait...that smell's coming from somewhere else...
That's disgusting, Gengis! Don't you ever clean up after yourself, you slob? We can't throw a party in this dump!
Luckily, I made a small park recently near Gengis's house, so that'll be a good locale for our party.
Let's call and make reservations.
What do you mean we don't have enough money!? I MADE
the park! Well, I guess I don't "exist" in this world, but still! I'm living vicariously through Gengis, or something. Can't I get like a "Deity Discount" or something?
What do you mean "No"!?
Oh, you meant "No".
Well, if Gengis got the promotion like I planned yesterday, we wouldn't be having this financial problem now would we!?
Oh wait am I saying, they don't care about that.
Okay, Gengis. Think. What's a good way to make money fast.
Well, we've got nothing.
Oh, right! I forgot about that!
For a person who "Hates the Outdoors", Gengis's garden does pretty well. Maybe he does a good job whenever he's outside so he doesn't have to go back out so often.
Gengis is now a level 5 Gardener, which means he can grow better crops which likewise last longer. He can also tend his garden faster than normal.
Additionally, we can grow some new crops. Mostly fruits. These will get us more profit than plain ol' veggies, because nobody likes those.
With Gengis all giddy about his new skill point, let's sell our harvested crops to the grocery store.
Alright, we made some profit. Let's see if that's enough to reserve the local park.
Also, aren't you two a little...well, old to be using that swing set?
Let's just give the owners of the park a call and...
What!? Still "No"!?
I'm not buying the entire city, I'm asking to throw a party at a park, you land sharks!
That's it, time to pull out the trump card.
There's only one thing to do now.
We're going to be true Americans and sue.
Not the park owners, though. We're going to sue the paparazzi for spreading the rumors of Gengis getting in a fight.
You can sue for slander if somebody falsely accuses you, or even truthfully accuses you. You have to pay for legal fees, but you can walk away with some big bucks. If you win the case, that is.
Which Gengis did. Two hours after entering the building, Gengis walks out with a hefty half-grand.
Ring-a-ding-ding, land sharks. Guess who has enough money to afford your reservations now?
That's right! You better sell me those reservations, 'cause if you don't, Gengis will sue YOU
I don't how how, but we'll find a way darn it. This is America.
Alright, let's head to the park and set up our party.
Whoop, quick phone call.
Uh, personal space, there. This lady's staring holes into Gengis's cornrows.
Ugh, telemarketers. How'd they even get this number?
Well, let's hop in the Gengis Mobile Mach II and head on down to the park.
And here we are! I made this park myself.
I tried my best to recreate a local park where I live, and I think I did pretty good.
Oh, and look who's here!
It's Ms. Man, fiddling with
She instantly recognizes Gengis and does this hand gesture while raising her eyebrows.
Gengis shirks away. Let's cook some food for the party.
I guess I'm guest-starring this update.
Gengis has never made anything besides a bowl of cereal, so let's see if he has the potential to become a culinary genius.
Oh, and here comes our first guests.
There's Mrs. Mafia. Looks like she remembers last night.
Oh, and that's Gengis's boss alongside her.
Wow, he looks like an adult-sized 10-year-old.
Oh, and this is just to show you that this park really is pretty close to Gengis's house. You can see it in the distance back there.
While we're cooking the party food, Ms. Man makes a move on one of Gengis's coworkers, who backs away slowly.
Look at this face. It is one that has seen true fear.
Wait, Mrs. Mafia...Why are you wearing a maternity gown? And what are you thinking about?
Gengis, you dolt! I turn my back for two seconds and you burn the party food!?
How'd you manage to the burn the buns, too!? You just picked them straight out of the bag!
Well, let's at least try to talk to Gengis's boss, and see if we can work the conversation into Gengis getting a promotion.
Man, Gengis must be the most asbestos-tongued person out there. He loves these hot dogs.
He asks his boss how he likes the hot dogs Gengis made.
"Oh. Uh, they're...they're great!
Well, everybody's gathered around this game set. It's called, uh, "Gnubb".
Here's how it works.
There's this...green...king thing. And you...
Stand near these bunnies that were in the arcade. You take this stick and...
Throw it at the other person's bunnies, then...
Well, whatever. Family members Johnny "Bug-Eyed Fish-Lips" and Timmy "Teen Angst" whip out some instruments and start playing to lighten the mood.
Before I forget, this is Dennis. I didn't recognize him at first without his usual getup.
Okay Gengis, time to stop twiddling your thumbs and ask your boss for a promotion.
Oh great. This loser again.
The same paparazzi from before come over and start snapping photos. Gengis's boss, trying to avoid publicity, jets it out of the party.
Well, time for the hard part. We're going to have to ask Mrs. Mafia to just be friends. We don't need the extra drama of a pregnancy on our hands. At least, not yet.
Gengis starts the conversation by instantly talking about child-care. Subtle.
Then he talks about the practical uses of a baby in a cop-shootout.
Oh boy, the paparazzi's starting to notice something. Let's get this over with before they snap some pictures. We don't need the public to know about Gengis's personal life.
Okay, Gengis. It's like tearing off a band-aid. It'll hurt, but you'll feel better if you get it over with quick.
Gengis takes a breath and...
Flusters out. Okay, Gengis. One more time.
Gengis slowly says the words.
And Mrs. Mafia snaps and starts yelling at Gengis. Yeesh. This did not go over well.Ooooh.
Mrs. Mafia has the "hot-headed" trait. This makes her not be understanding, sad, or confused. Instead, she just gets mad.
Alright, Gengis. Suck up your pride. There's only one way to deal with hot-headed people.
Beg for forgiveness.
Aw, look at that face. She can't stay mad at Gengis, even if he is a fat slob of a social-dweeb.
Of course, that doesn't mean she's still angry. Not at Gengis mind you, but she still has the conflicting emotions.
Wow, Gengis. She's acting as crazy...as...you...?
as crazy as Gengis! She's neurotic as well!
This is just what we needed! Gengis, being neurotic himself, sees a relation between him and Mrs. Mafia, and comforts her.
And the two gossip between each other like nothing even happened. I love happy endings.
The paparazzi start snapping photos after missing out the entire scene before.
Gengis's party was a resounding success. Everybody who attended the party likes Gengis more, and he also gets a powerful happiness booster for a long time, evident here by him dancing around like a giddy schoolgirl.
Well, it's late. So let's head home.
Gengis has to sleep well, he's got to do some major house-cleaning tomorrow.
If you have any suggestions on how Gengis should spend tomorrow, additions or changes in his clothing or house, or anything else just post them in this thread.