Sims 2

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Sims 2

Maybe it's because it's fun, maybe it's because it's addictive, maybe it's because I have a slight God complex and delusions of grandeur. Maybe it's all of them.
But I'm playing Sims again.
I love all that power. I can decide who lives where, if they live at all, for how long, what they look like, if they have children, what they eat, what their job is, what they do in their free time. I am in control.
I am the Goddess of Reindeerville, Hulmea, Wigglydale and Shakespearianiana.
I am not a benevolent Goddess. Yes, I make my people lovely, I tend to give them nice houses and lush terrain instead of a desert, I don't get the men kidnapped by aliens and return, mysteriously pregnant with an alien baby. I can act benevolent, but I myself am not.
I know full well that while I may not be benevolent, I am omnipotent. I am everywhere and everything to them. I can do what I like and there is no judgement, because I pass the judgement. To them, I am judgement. Whether Sims believe in Goddess or not, I am there (I myself don't believe) all the time. I can stop their time if I want to, and close them until I deem them worthy of attention again.
This knowledge gets to me. I know that, should a Sim annoy me, I can destroy them any way I like. Every now and then, I tend to get a little bit . . . Old Testament on their arses.
Reindeerville, my newest creation, has a current population of 3. Isobel, her husband (whose name I do not care to remember) and their brand-new, naturally conceived - as opposed to created beforehand - daughter, Anthrax. They were easy enough at first. But now they're getting difficult. Not eating or sleeping when I tell them to.
It is only a matter of time before I start fucking with their heads properly.
Godderson *cough* I mean, erm, Bobberson x