Sim Life Chronicles

Inside the prison, Don sat on the bench alone, staring at Chloe’s urn. He couldn’t believe what he had done. He had been called a lot of things throughout his lifetime. A cheater. A liar. A piece of trash. A sociopath. A narcissist. A walking blur blob. A selfish llama.

But a killer: that was new.

For all of his tough talk, he never imagined he would be here. He never thought he could.

As a sim, there are certain ideas you become accustomed to, he thought.

You fear going into a pool when you’re tired. You fear not getting enough woohoo to keep your fun needs up. You fear being beaten in a fight by Travis Scott.

But you don’t fear murder. There was always something calming about living in a world where that was impossible.

But the rose tinted glasses were off now. He knew the truth. He understood the darkness that truly hid in the world.

I know, because I’ve done it, his thoughts raced as his heart pounded.

I marked her for death. Willingly. Knowingly. Acceptingly.

How did I get here? It seems like just yesterday I was woohooing with what’s-her-name Caliente. Feeling her up in the closet and getting ready to have my hourly quickie.

If I had known back then that my woohoo addiction would lead me here… maybe I would’ve done it differently.

Instead of just woohooing with any women at any time or place… I could’ve stuck to that closet. It was so safe there. No basements to threaten me with. No beds to endlessly woohoo in after a quick cereal break. Once the nightclub closed, it was time to go home!

Why did I have to branch out to Summer?! Those crazy eyes should’ve been a sign, I suppose. But the woohoo — you haven’t lived until you’ve done it with a sim that has literally no boundaries.

Don sighed. He thought he learned though from his experience with Summer. After Liberty’s death, he sworn he’d change, for the sake of Jamie. He felt himself on that path… up until the day he met Chloe at the prison.

Why was I so drawn to Chloe when I knew she was a bad, bad woman? he contemplated.

Such a dirty girl that one was. The way she —

Oh — wait. I completely answered my own question there, didn’t I? Now, where was I?

Oh right. This moment has changed me. I can’t put my blur first. At least not without some proper vetting and especially not in a bed. Closets only for now on.

Speaking of which—

The Warden just walked in and she looks hot today. Oh my my. I forgot about her —

Don smiled as she approached.

I suppose I can always change tomorrow, he thought with a shrug.