Between you and me, I need to be loved. You see, I have Sims 4 keep it on my computer at … ecrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. It is Photo by Dorian GrayThe situation is happening now, and please consider me a very good person.
Outside, my life looks good, but that saved game lives on my computer. I pay my taxes, I'm good for everyone, and I pay for it sometimes. I feel like I have to cancel the fact that I'm keeping a video game structure that sends the innocent to their death in a burning inferno.
In the meantime, Sims 4 it stays on my computer, collects all my sins and makes them visible through a multi-disciplinary family.
Listen: When I die, I need you to go off my computer and remove my game, because you're straight ahead makes me look like a terrible person.
I do not intend this
I have a friend, Matt, with whom I talk about my Sims. Having said that I tend to have one person in the family with high potential, and keep them healthy and young using the energy of aging.
"Why not make a vampire?" Asked Matt.
This seemed like a great idea, so I created a matric. Meet Estelle St. Croix. He is a non-democratic actor and interested in painting. I started with Estelle just in a small home, and over the last two years, I've left Estelle and her family alone, went back to the rescue game and resumed their lives for a few weeks, put her on the shelf for a few months, and so on. Because of this, there is a web connection to proceed.
Estelle has met a few different people, ended up living with them and getting married and having children. As everyone dies, those children grow up and find their own couple. Soon, there is a family of alliances growing together in one house. I keep a few things around to make things easier: a butler, a table full of drinking plasma packets, and some pills that children can use to raise themselves. It's all very nice.
Everything is fine (until it is wrong)
I'm not a coward, so I play with a lot of free will and the house is full of Sims all the time. This means that most of these characters have come out of my control in having their own type and personality. Or with higher player control, Sims can kill less, so … some children and grandchildren who have been sold for years have died.
Okay, let me be clear. Many children and grandchildren over the years have died.
That's all, but before I explain why it's not my fault and why I don't deserve to be insulted, I must set the stage by showing you how things have gone wrong.
Here is the family tree St. Croix came down from Sim's first wife. (She has been married twice again, but neither of these trees is death. But.)
Matt and I shared our Sims games with each other, and it was an enlightening experience. The first time we did this together, he went first. “So, this is the patriarch of my family,” he said proudly. “This is Santa Claus. Well, I know, that's really stupid … I fell in and married my Santa and Sim, haha! I now have a baby Santa to raise! ”
“Fine,” I said, feeling the sweat change in my forehead. “Hey, check out my Sim family. You have a pretty good look, aren't you? "I have so many generations of Sims from one vampire?"
“Oh, my God,” whispered Matt. "Most of them are dead."
I regret it
Look, I know most of the family medicine is dead! Obviously, I know that, and I'm not happy about it. And no, before you ask, I will never do anything so complicated as to make them a permanent pool swimmer. Most of these Sims are dead in understandable and natural ways, like trying to fix an electrical outlet in my restaurant, which loses a lot of money so I thought I would be able to do a few things for myself, ”or“ flirt so long that they forget to drink blood, and then wither and die. ”
That death is out of my control. But all, when I return Sims 4 after a long break, sometimes I forget what I missed. Sometimes, I get rusty, and managing a house full of Sims bothers me. What should I do with a bunch of Sim houses I don't care and would like to go out of my way to be able to develop with a select few?
Ah, it's easy! I send to them The Red Lot death.
It's better than it sounds
Sun Lot is a vacant spot from the park with an ice cream truck. The lines back down there all day, edges and cries, until the sun calls for them. After that, comes the weeping Estelle and picks up their remains, and becomes a magnificent template back in my vampire house.
I have tried non-standard ways to remove unwanted family members from this game. On another occasion, I tried to move a small branch of the St. Charles family. I came in once, while sharing the screen with Matt again. I knew I hadn't left them much space to move, or too much furniture, so I had no doubt in what country they were.
I loaded the game up, and we watched in horror as the Sims entered their new home and immediately started protesting and destroying the place where they lived. I heard Matt grit his teeth with suppressed anxiety. It was the kind of sound you could get when you entered a room full of taxi animals, staring at you with blank eyes. Or if you're at work and your new boss tells you he doesn't think the monthly appointment is real.
This is what my pick-it-up-and-drop-it round of ledepter leads to: the Sims save game where I look like a terrible person. I assure you, I am not. That's why I need you to do me a favor: If I disappear, or perish, I need you to clear the game on my hard drive. The world will never know.