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Jun. 23rd, 2002 03:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chaobellPhone is still out. Hopefully it'll be back next week.
So, today, I did Evil Things with Sims.
I had to reinstall the other day, and I wiped out all the houses and such in case one of them was causing the problem. The game started crashing to the desktop after I tinkered with shit downtown. Blah.
So, today, I put Dias in his house. Then pondered how to get three headstones that looked like headstones out at the far corner of the property. Cairns didn't do it; nor did flowers. I thought I'd downloaded a headstone somewhere, but didn't see it.
And then...inspiration struck. Hard. With a baseball bat. It hurt.
I kicked Dias out of his unfinished house and deleted the Flac "family." I then recreated it, with three additions. Mama, Papa, and Cecille.
Feel free to hit me, folks, I deserve it.
Now. Since there are no marauding bands of bloodthirsty bandits roaming around SimCity, I had to use other means to kill off Dias's family.
Papa wandered into a tiny shed out back, lured by a free toilet. The door vanished soon afterward. Curiously, a fireworks launcher appeared. He seemed happy with the new toy, and quite eager to play with it...
Once the flames died down (and Papa with them), the door reappeared. Mama went out to sweep up the ashes, and lo, the door vanished again. Cecille was off at school and Dias was inside painting.
Again, the fireworks launcher appeared. Mama, like Papa, approved. Mama, like Papa, apparently failed to pay attention to those public service announcements you see every July.
Now came the tough part. Since Cecille was a child, she couldn't play with the fireworks. So I had to devise another way to kill her off. Locking her in the tiny shed was going too slowly. More drastic measures were necessary.
A swimming pool appeared in the backyard. The shed was dismantled, and Cecille jumped into the pool. At that point, the diving board and ladder vanished into the ether. The kid was a good swimmer. She held out all night. Drowned just in time for the school bus to arrive.
I know. Hell. I'm going.
So, today, I did Evil Things with Sims.
I had to reinstall the other day, and I wiped out all the houses and such in case one of them was causing the problem. The game started crashing to the desktop after I tinkered with shit downtown. Blah.
So, today, I put Dias in his house. Then pondered how to get three headstones that looked like headstones out at the far corner of the property. Cairns didn't do it; nor did flowers. I thought I'd downloaded a headstone somewhere, but didn't see it.
And then...inspiration struck. Hard. With a baseball bat. It hurt.
I kicked Dias out of his unfinished house and deleted the Flac "family." I then recreated it, with three additions. Mama, Papa, and Cecille.
Feel free to hit me, folks, I deserve it.
Now. Since there are no marauding bands of bloodthirsty bandits roaming around SimCity, I had to use other means to kill off Dias's family.
Papa wandered into a tiny shed out back, lured by a free toilet. The door vanished soon afterward. Curiously, a fireworks launcher appeared. He seemed happy with the new toy, and quite eager to play with it...
Once the flames died down (and Papa with them), the door reappeared. Mama went out to sweep up the ashes, and lo, the door vanished again. Cecille was off at school and Dias was inside painting.
Again, the fireworks launcher appeared. Mama, like Papa, approved. Mama, like Papa, apparently failed to pay attention to those public service announcements you see every July.
Now came the tough part. Since Cecille was a child, she couldn't play with the fireworks. So I had to devise another way to kill her off. Locking her in the tiny shed was going too slowly. More drastic measures were necessary.
A swimming pool appeared in the backyard. The shed was dismantled, and Cecille jumped into the pool. At that point, the diving board and ladder vanished into the ether. The kid was a good swimmer. She held out all night. Drowned just in time for the school bus to arrive.
I know. Hell. I'm going.
