(I begin this adventure on a weekend when a pet isn’t doing so well, and it starts with the free base game thanks to EA Access. I figured that I would just have a tiny house with these two Sims and forget about it when the weekend was over. HAHAHA. These first posts are all transfers from Twitter.)
FEBRUARY 11, 2019
- First of all, obviously, my sim is goth. Because duh. She’s also a loner, and a creative genius writer. (There’s no self insert, shut up). I had her about two sim days before I decided to make her a roommate. He, also goth, is gloomy and clingy.
- I had not intended them to get together. I was going to have her find somebody outside of the house. Him, too, eventually. So of course they fell in love. I tried to stop it. I couldn’t. No matter how much I made her flirt with her neighbour lady, she kept going back to him.
- They even started to sleep in the same bed. Fine. FINE. They can have each other. He starts a painting career. She, writing. She gets pissed when he’s around, he gets sad when she’s not. Why did they insist on this?
- I make them separate work spaces in the house, and it helps a little. She can write in peace, then have meals with him. It’s kind of a balance. Strangers keep coming around, but neither one is interested in friends. Well, that’s not healthy, so I force them to meet others.
- There’s a couple parties that fail for them both, people keep insisting on hanging out, nether sim cares for the company, but also don’t care if they just come over. They’re failures, socially speaking. (Why is this my life.)
- Eventually, she proposes. They start having baby wants. Instead of a big wedding, I have them elope (since they both suck so much at parties). Shortly after, she gets pregnant. He celebrates a little, but for the most part, it’s just her vomiting a lot and still going to work.
- I get the notice that they can both take family leave, and that she’s near her due date. Neither of them will stop going to work. Suddenly, she’s in labour. He doesn’t notice. He’s playing videogames in the basement. I try to get him upstairs. No luck.
- I’m stressed out, she’s wandering around the house with these “SHE’S IN LABOUR” alerts happening. Then, boom. Baby. No. Wait. BABIES. Twins. Fuck. But he’s finally showed up.
- Now they’ve got twin girls. The babies are pretty well behaved, which is great for me. But. Neither of the parents will take family leave still. The day after birth SHE GOES BACK TO WORK. The day after that, SO DOES HE. Thank jebus the game has a nanny service.
- I’m starting to be very glad the babies don’t have much issue, because when they do, they get ignored. I have to force one of the parents to go take care of them when they cry. I don’t know how many times I was threatened with protective services.
- Babies become toddlers. I discover both Sims are VERY BAD PARENTS. I have to hire the nanny even when they’re not working, or the kids sit starving in their own filth. WTF is even happening.
- BUT THEN, the fucking NANNY starts to neglect them! She will sit and watch television instead of changing diapers. The kids have become so self sufficient, that all they need help with is food and bathing. (After a few times of “potty help”, they could do it on their own)
- And thank god, since none of the adults apparently give a shit about them. They teach themselves to speak, to play games, to read a bit. They never break things, they don’t fight. They PUT THEMSELVES TO BED because their parents don’t.
- They’ve aged into children now, and don’t need any of the adults anymore, which is good. They get themselves to school, they generally care for themselves and each other. The adults go to work and then fuck around at home unless I purposefully make them do other things.
- And that’s it so far. Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed this edition of My Sims Are Assholes.
FEBRUARY 13, 2019
– My Sims Are Assholes brief update: The husband is currently stuck in a loop. He is jittery and loopy from caffeine, AND HE KEEPS DRINKING COFFEE. I can’t stop it. I’ve tried so hard. The twins have taken to cleaning the house, since the adults won’t.