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Chapter Two: Men and Control Freaks... Who Needs Them?Sims don't sleep long enough, and apparently I wasn't excluded. I dressed (just a 360 turn and voila!) and lay staring up at the stars (the so-called benefits of sleeping outdoors...psh) contemplating my existence. I had calmed down a little from my initial horror.
Of course, there was the suppressed anger I had to get out, but that was quickly solved with good ol' sandcastle destruction. Ahh... I'd forgotten how gleeful it made me feel!
Then came the expected hunger (destroying sandcastles is tiring work, you know) and a delicious midnight snack. I had to brush up on my cooking skills since I was working in the culinary career, and that would give me more food options... I was dreaming of pancakes, personally.
Bored, I decided to watch the sunrise on the beach. Well away from the sea of course, but it was kind of... nice. I didn't know nature could be that beautiful. Wait. This wasn't nature, it was a bunch of pixels arranged to look pretty. Still, that didn't lessen my dislike of the sea, or the beauty of the sunrise.
There was still time to burn before the carpool, so I entertained myself with the mirror. One good thing about my predicament was the easiness of gaining skills. All I had to do was talk to me in the mirror and I gained a couple of charisma points. Sure, the mailman thought I was a loony talking to the mirror, but hey, I was gaining valuable traits!
The carpool arrived. Actually, it took me a few seconds to realise that that piece of
junk was supposed to take
me to work... It looked so much dirtier now that I was actually getting into it. But for some reason I was smiling. Must have been the lure of instant cash... Now that I finally had a job, I was sure the money would start rolling in, and wealth was just a promotion away...
So much for that. Sure, I got a promotion, but could barely afford any semblance of shelter, just a new bookcase to expand my not-so-infinite knowledge. They aren't joking when they say poverty is a hard cycle to break... I took my frustration out on 'nature' again.
Next morning it was doughnuts for breakfast again (still hadn't mastered pancakes yet). Vanilla sprinkle flavour. Not as good as the classic cinnamon and sugar, but still satisfying. Doughnuts you could always count on, unlike money.
That's when it happened. Well, after I'd eaten my doughnuts. I was just walking to the beach again, when I felt this poking in my side and then a voice boomed,
"YOU!" I yelped, freaked about the voice, and upset about cursor stabbing at me... It was really pointy.
"Idiot girl, get over to that phone now." Oh, now I get it. The Evil Sim God (or ESG for short).
"W-What?!" I stammered.
"THIS is a legacy, not a Soap Opera starring Kit Simons. For this to work, you need to marry and procreate""Huh? Wait - Procreate?!"
"Invite Benjamin Long over. Now." he ordered. Well, I'm assuming it was a he, because I refused to believe anyone of my own gender could be that sadistic. Seriously. "Hell no!" I shouted, but my feet were already dragging me towards the phone.
Benjamin Long? The one with the hideous beak-nose? The one resembling a Lobster was better looking at least-
"He's married." ESG boomed. Well, darn, he was the only remotely attractive one. Hold on - ESG could hear my thoughts now?! That is so...
"Unethical? Of course it is." He replied with an evil cackle. "Stupid, control freak, sadistic, bas****" I muttered as my fingers unwillingly dialed Benjamin’s number. He answered on the first ring, unfortunately.
"Hello?"
"Oh, um... Hey this is Kit Simons, the one you accost- I mean, ah, met the other day?"
"Yes…"
"Well, uh, I was just uh... wondering if you could... Come over?"
"Um... actually I'm just in the middle of making a Baked Alaska, so I can't really come over right now.." Uh-huh, yeah, like I hadn't heard that before. I said goodbye and hung up. I was glad he wouldn't come over, but I was annoyed at the same time. Nobody turned
me down. Still, ESG was suitably pi**ed. Not so great when things don't go your way, hmm? ESG?
He didn't reply, and I took it that he'd disappeared. I hoped he had. My ordeal finally over, I took to the beach. This... creature having complete control over me was bad news. What if he made me do something even worse? Like... keep me in poverty forever? I shuddered at the thought.
Desperate for a distraction, I looked over to my tree, which was in a rather sorry state. Time for a clipping. I had no idea how to clip a tree, but my hands did. My tree looked a little happier after that.
By the time I had finished It was dark and I was starving again. I'd completely missed lunch. Naturally, I put my new cooking skills to use and cooked up some Big Macs... One for now and more for midnight snacks. After the events of the day, I think I deserved to splurge on the calories (and saturated fat - do you get that in pixel world?)
It was so bad, but so good... I would have to do something about ESG, but for now I just thought about the (pixilated) meaty goodness sliding down my (pixilated) throat. Mmm.
Just before I was about to cuddle into my threadbare sheets, (you couldn't get Egyptian cotton in this world) the phone rang. Who would ring at this hour? And then I remembered sims weren't considerate like I was. Turns out it was Benjamin, the guy who had rejected me for Baked Alaska. He wanted to know how I was. The cheek! "Uh... can't really talk right now Beak-nose."
"What?"
"Benjamin, I mean. I'm trying to go to sleep."
"Oh, right, call you tomorrow." What the heck does that mean? First I'm stood up for a stupid dessert and now he suddenly wants to talk to me?! Even sim-males are confusing.
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