I found the Sims on Sunday! The first game! And I am so happy! Nostalgia and old cheat codes came rushing back, when the music started playing and I joyously started cheating the shit out of this game.
Yes, I am a cheater. My name is Maria and I am The Cheater. A filthy, filthy cheater. I like having the house the way I want it to begin with.
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The cheated house in question.
I forgot how many lights you actually needed to sufficiently
illuminate the room you were in. |
However I'd rather go broke after spending my last penny on a grand piano and get a job after that and work for the money afterwards though. Oh, how many maids have stomped angrily away from my house, sending me angry letters with abuse in them after. Leaving me having to clean up my own house.... O cruel world. You won't believe how dirty my Sim is. SO very, very, very filthy. There are cockroaches involved. I do not enjoy it when the cockroaches are involved. Little squares of disgusting little brown splodges on the screen. Often accompanied with flies. They are a joy. Oh and I should not forget to mention the raccoons. THE RACCOONS!!! THEY KNOW I STRUGGLE WITH KEEPING THE HOUSE CLEAN, THEY KNOW IT! BUT STILL THEY GO INTO MY LITTER AND ACTIVELY TRY AND MAKE AN EVEN BIGGER MESS! I rejoice every time I call the exterminator. I leave my Sim to do her/his own business and actively scroll down to wherever the man and intruding pixels are and watch them BURN IN RIGHTEOUS FIRE (you get an awesome point if you get where that's from)!
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If you say it is karmic justice, I will beat you.
That's right. I have lowered myself to making threats.
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Sort your life out, What's-Your-Face.
You haven't slept in days,
you grow your own food, and you are terrible at it.
Whaaaaatareyouooooooon! |
Living like a rich mother fucker, hardly able to afford food is not fun. However when the job is sorted, I thoroughly enjoy my surroundings, splashing out on pizza in the afternoon, adopting a dog-cat and a cat-dog... And so on. Then possibly becoming, and/or struggling to become a superstar, which by the way, is hard. Holy hallway, getting friendly with those bastards is 1) a chore and 2) I've realised that butt hole-licking is not my thing. Patience is really and truly not my strong side. Not only that, getting up in star-levels is hard! That "Hollywood" place sucks out all the joy you have before you got there, and starts swivelling it around in its mouth before it spits it back at you, now FILLED with lovely hunger, boredom and a bigger sleep deprivation than any lawyer working to "prove" his guilty convict isn't guilty.
It's not a nice scene.
It is where the predators thrive, and Obsessive Fans breed. It is a nay-place. Heh... Or a Neigh-place. There were no horses involved in this post so far, so that that pun was ponilicious (punny.. pony. It almost makes sense.) without anything to refer back to makes me sad. But I refuse to remove it.
I digress.
I really enjoyed getting back to The Sims again. After the CD's "mysteriously disappeared" (read: Mother cleaned them away to a faraway mysterious and magical land) I haven't had a chance to play it.
That's OK though. There are other and probably better games out there. And for your information, I am really happy I didn't ever get a dog in real life when I was at the "when-the-Sims-came-out"-age, because calling my dog Tussa is not OK. Ever. My Sims dogs got the full blow on that, fortunately.
Thanks, fare thee well.