Wednesday, January 24, 2007
The Sims 2
A while back, it must have been in the summer, I finally cracked open my The Sims game. I rather impressively created Kay Scarpetta and just as impressively only half an hour later managed to kill her off in a blazing inferno in her, quite frankly, well appointed kitchen. The Grim Reaper came a knockin' no less.
I vowed then that I'd take on the Grim Reaper and raise him (or her) one Uber Medical Examiner and create one crossword solving bachelor Detective Inspector. Morse, I figured, would be a hardier opponent.
And so it was this evening that Endeavour Morse came to be; a ruffled suit and short grey hair, he was thinner than in character. I like to think I kept him healthier. He ate regularly, slept and read often and in spite of the beastly working hours - I just couldn't get him out of service type jobs - gave him a social life. That cheeky Bella from Next Door even came round one evening for tea. Following him around the house and even cleaning up after him. I think a week went by in this suburban idyll.
Maybe I got complacent, maybe I missed a vital signal. Maybe I'm just rubbish at this game*. You can guess what happened next. Just as I was going to stop playing for the evening, I decided to send him out for one more day, bathed, fed and with the house clean, thinking ahead even to inviting Mortimer around later when breakfast exploded into flames as the the car pool car honked impatiently.
I tried to extinguish the fire I really did but the flames spread and before I knew it Morse was dead.
I'm a bit nervous to even begin to think about who I'm going to create next. To think I nealy put Kirstie & Phill in a cheeky 'room-mate' set-up. *shudder*
Suggestions welcome.
*obviously this is the correct answer!
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I vowed then that I'd take on the Grim Reaper and raise him (or her) one Uber Medical Examiner and create one crossword solving bachelor Detective Inspector. Morse, I figured, would be a hardier opponent.
And so it was this evening that Endeavour Morse came to be; a ruffled suit and short grey hair, he was thinner than in character. I like to think I kept him healthier. He ate regularly, slept and read often and in spite of the beastly working hours - I just couldn't get him out of service type jobs - gave him a social life. That cheeky Bella from Next Door even came round one evening for tea. Following him around the house and even cleaning up after him. I think a week went by in this suburban idyll.
Maybe I got complacent, maybe I missed a vital signal. Maybe I'm just rubbish at this game*. You can guess what happened next. Just as I was going to stop playing for the evening, I decided to send him out for one more day, bathed, fed and with the house clean, thinking ahead even to inviting Mortimer around later when breakfast exploded into flames as the the car pool car honked impatiently.
I tried to extinguish the fire I really did but the flames spread and before I knew it Morse was dead.
I'm a bit nervous to even begin to think about who I'm going to create next. To think I nealy put Kirstie & Phill in a cheeky 'room-mate' set-up. *shudder*
Suggestions welcome.
*obviously this is the correct answer!
Labels: Grim Reaper, The Sims
