|The Sims 2- my so called life...
||[Sep. 17th, 2004|12:12 pm]
Less than 24 hours into the Sims 2…the sick and twisted story lines return.|
The Me Sim is married to Tim Sim, with a son, Pinky. Pinky is a grade A+ student and scarily likes to clean the bathroom (even though his favourite pastime as a toddler was to drink toilet water). The Tim Sim is very sloppy and likes shagging and playing with remote control cars. Me Sim is all set for a high profile career in politics, when I catch Tim flirting with Debbie McAllister. Tim gets a spanking, Debbie stands there smirking and I cry my eyes out. Hence some heavy sucking up must occur for me to be able to share to same bed with Tim. This also ends up with Me Sim pregnant, running around throwing up all the time. Meanwhile we’ve accumulated a nanny we can’t get rid of, and Tim takes late night jaunts to the rec centre to chat up the attendants. Debbie keeps calling and Pinky can’t get into private school. As I’m about to take a shower, out pops not one, but two baby boys. (Yes, and we don’t have enough money for two cribs. Also I get an extra three days off work.) Their names…? Stevie and Andy.
How sad and twisted (or someone else’s fault for releasing a DVD this week).