A cleansing fire with which to begin anew
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A cleansing fire with which to begin anew

"The Sims" Makes Me Angry And Things Always End The Same Way. With Fire.

I love The Sims. It's what got me into gaming, and ate up hours of my life in the new millennium. It was like the world's best dollhouse, and no matter what, my Sims always died.
My Sims died because I killed them. I would play the game, working to increase their skill points, getting them promotions at work, buying them nice furniture, building them nice houses. I was a god and these Sims were my fragile creations. I controlled them. But I didn't. They controlled me. I was working for THEM.
I was putting in the hours to get them the nicer house, the better job, the dream marriage, everything. I was doing THEIR bidding, and I couldn't stand it. They had turned the tables.
Oh sure, they would still do what I told them to, but they knew. They grew complacent, drunk on the hedonism my gifts bestowed upon them. They could not be allowed to continue.
I had to end these monsters which I worked so hard to create. They had to burn along with the shrine to bourgeois materialism that was their home lot. Burn to the ground. Their simlish screams became cathartic. I was making this virtual world mine again, mine to start anew, and continue the cycle. I was a god. I was a monster.
Was this a game to me? Of course. It was a game to everybody. It made me fear what sort of puppeteer stood over me. I should hope they are a better, more empathetic being than I.
He must be wondering
He must be wondering "why have I done this to myself?!".
The Sims 3 gave us truly spectacular blazes.
The Sims 3 gave us truly spectacular blazes.
“I controlled them. But I didn't. They controlled me.”
An oxygen bar is the height of bourgeoisie opulence. Flammable too.
An oxygen bar is the height of bourgeoisie opulence. Flammable too.
Death, the great equalizer.
Death, the great equalizer.
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