Johnathon had been kidnapped for three days now by a man by the name of Alvin Kabita. He was left trapped in the basement, unable to escape due to an unfortunately placed bed and table. He was left with little to nothing other than that, maybe a rotten bowl of cereal every so often and a shower, but nothing else. Today was different, however.
See, Alvin was off on a three day "vacation"(his session to find more victims), leaving Johnathon with no rotten bowls of cereal and little hope for survival.
"Zebby wonk..." He said in despair, clutching his stomach as he stared at the door, desperate for escape. If only that evil furniture hadn't been there! Then he could be free to eat as much canned soup and Autumn Salads as he wanted. But no. He was stuck in here. Trapped in the confines of one bored player's desire to have fun in this twisted world he had now created. Truly, this was no longer the Sims. This was simulated torture. A world left deserted by its at least somewhat lazy creators and put in the hands of players ready for a new life within a life or...or, well, this.
Johnathon began to wonder what these people were like. Were they actual serial killers? Secret sociopaths in the making? Or, maybe...just maybe, they were just like himself. Normal, ready for a good time, kind of gay(Alvin was just that devilishly handsome before all this), the whole "normal person package." It was thoughts he even expressed to himself,
"Zoo jehonama, zee. Gortz, adowada lebdo mcgee?" He said quietly, his voice tired of groaning for food. Truth be told again, he was very afraid. Afraid he would die here, trapped in some sicko's basement. Afraid he would be left behind in this save while the player made a new one to explore another wacky idea. Or even afraid that, well, he wouldn't. Whatever it was, Johnathon was left with an unsatable hunger and not much time left...