(pictures coming soon)
I pretty much lost my weekend to playing my Sims... I decided to take the 100 babies challenge, where you attempt to have 100 biological children. To make it fun (and considered "hard mode") I made the least appealing Sim I could think of. His name was Richard Swallough (hehe). He was young, but definitely looked middle aged. Pear shaped, almost always in sweatpants and a wife beater, balding on top with not much charisma to speak of. He leveled up quickly in his comedic skills, and surprisingly had a way with the ladies.
His first night in Simland, he walked around town until he found himself in the park. Late at night, there was a very plain but polite women. Blonde, pretty boring actually, but they hit it off quickly. That first night he invited her back to his modest bachelor pad, and after a quick and uneventful woohoo session, she became pregnant with twins.
Dick was non-committal though. In fact, he was so non-committal, he could barely keep a job. So, as Summer (the blonde) became increasingly large in her pregnancy, Dick went out and about gathering mothers to bare his 100 children. After only a few years in Simtime, Dick has amassed himself quite a lineage. He had 24 children from 9 mothers. His legacy was strong, and he was making remarkable progress towards my 100 children goal.
Phase 1 of my plan for 100 children was simple. Become charismatic and funny. Read seduction books, practice comedy at the club. Who cares if all you eat is mac'n'cheese if you're funny and smooth talking? Dick was a mastermind and, to sim-women, unresistable.
Phase 2 of my plan was much more sinister. To continue to procreate without much effort, Dick needed women (children bearers) at his disposal. With the money he'd saved from his frugal and modest bachelor life, he bought the empty plot next door and built himself a seemingly normal middle-class home. Only until you really get inside would you know the truth.
Inside Dick's new home was an open floor plan. An up to date living room. A masculine bedroom. An eat-in kitchen overlooking the small pool. If you'd look close enough though, you'd notice the door next to the bathroom went upstairs. The door that is always locked. (mod) The door that only Dick had a key to.
One by one, he was to invite his baby-mamas over. He'd ask them to move in. As they'd set their suitcases down, looking expectantly around at their new home, he's chuckle to himself and let them on in his little secret. His second story secret....
After being whisked upstairs, led hand-in-hand by their new boyfriend, the father of their children who they'd successfully (and finally!) convinced to settle down and care for his brood, beaming with pride and delight as they dream of their newly completed family living together, they'd reach the top of the stairs. It's dim up there, with no windows. It smells clean though... Then suddenly, Dick has to go. Down the stairs, pulling a phone out of his pocket. "Business calls!" He says, rushing down the narrow staircase. But Dick isn't part of a business, and this dawns on them as they hear that inconspicuous door they came through lock, locking behind him. Locking them upstairs.
They'd put their suitcases down and look around. The second floor is illuminated by only a few fluorescent lights. It's damp, and cold. There's beds lining each wall. A dozen, maybe more? There's a small couch on each side, one facing a tiny television perched on a milkcrate, the other couch adjacent to a bookshelf. There was a bathroom, small and cramped, with two shower stalls, 4 toilets, but no sink. A piece of art hung where normally there'd be a window, but instead there was only plaster. As they'd walk into the hallway that lead to the kitchen, an old beige stove and a refrigerator that 'ticked' as though any minute it was going to break down, they'd quickly realize that this was not the home they'd been dreaming up.
After a few days of crying and pounding at the staircase door, they'd realize they are trapped. Kidnapped. Held prisoner by the man they thought they loved. Left to live in this... hidden dormitory of hell. And as more women and their children file up the stairs, soon to be with the same dashed dreams as she once had, they'd realize this hell isn't so bad, so long as they at least have others to commiserate with.
That was the plan at least. Phase 2 for Dick derailed quickly though after he invited Summer and their 3 children over. They'd had 5 total together, but the eldest twins, two girls who resembled their father in the face and mother in their athletic bodies, took off to boarding school in Oasis Springs. So their youngest siblings accompanied mom as she moved in with her new boyfriend. The playboy of the town.
Dick hated children, and while Summer was nice, so were all the other women to Dick, so this should've been easy. Get Summer and the kids upstairs. Phone rings, rush out the door and lock it. Simple... all according to the plan. But before they could set the suitcases down, before he could show them the upstairs, Gretchen, the youngest asked for a snack. Insistence, and screeching in that high-pitched yell only a 5-year-old could sustain, Dick gave in and set off to make grilled cheese for her.
Then Dillon was asking questions. He was inquisitive... smart.... Gretchen grinned behind her grilled cheese and Summer settled into the armchair nearby and suddenly...
Dick was happy.
Dick was genuinely smiling for the first time in his life. He was feeling an emotion he'd never felt before. Noncommital child-hating Dick was hugging his son. Chatting with his daughter. Dick, the man who frequently went out of his way to yell and berate children, the man who spent his weekdays at the park, jeering at kids, shattering their illusions of Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, that same man was giving his daughter a pep-talk after some bullies pushed her at school. He was sleeping on the couch while little feet and pigtails and grimy smiles crusted with leftovers of PBJs slept in his bed with their mother.
Phase 2 fell apart. Dick was a family man. He'd found his inexplicable calling. The memories of his sinister plans haunted him every time he passed that secret door, so he gathered up the family, his new family, and moved them to a house on the other side of town. Two stories with plenty of windows and a room for each of the kids. He sold the house to a young bachelor who lived down the street. Hopefully, that young man would never discover the secret that lived in that second floor of the home.
Submitted April 27, 2015 at 07:11PM by tsukemono http://ift.tt/1b6wemx thesims
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