Have you ever liked playing a game so much that you would rather live there than in reality? Sims was certainly a cool place. Everything seemed so easy there, and unlike games like Skyrim and Minecraft. There were tons of modern conveniences. There was TV, books, radio, stoves and what not, you certainly wouldn't have to live off of the land in Sims. Just live a normal, if not more interesting, life in an idyllic setting. But let me tell you one thing. Just because you don't have to change too much of what you're used to to live here, doesn't mean jack effing squat.

I've been here for I don't know how long, and I still have things from the real world that I miss.

Uhg, I don't know why I'm bothering to write all this stuff down. it's not like anyone from the real world will ever get to read it. My family have probably moved on already, my room is probably the storage area and all the shit I owned have most likely went through Good Will by now. It has been more than a few years, so I wouldn't blame them. It's better than imagining that they still think I'm coming back. No hope is better than false hope after all.

And... It's not like I'm unhappy here. It was pretty rocky when I first arrived. But sometimes when I'm lying in bed at night and my mind wanders back home and I try to imagine what it would be like to go back. Sometimes it great, but most of the time it's scary. I get a sick feeling at the pit of my stomach and I know that there's a part of me that doesn't want to go back, a part that's grown to like this crazy place. Sometimes I imagine that my family got sent here too, and I help them get used to life here. I imagine myself telling them, 'Well you should have played Sims like I did, then you wouldn't be such a bunch of noobs!' and we would laugh.

I like to think my sister would like it here. Sometimes when I go to the park I sit at one of the picnic tables and watch the Sim's go about their business and think about how much she would have loved doing that kind of thing. Our family had never been the kind to go out to the par for a BBQ, or go on outings. I wish we had been though.

I liked to imagine that we had come there together, and in my mind I would have little conversations with her. I know it sounds crazy to talk to yourself, and yeah, I know it wasn't her. But.. It was nice ya know?

You're probably wondering how I got here in the first place. Well, sorry to burst your bubble. I have no effing clue. I've had some theories over the years but I don't think I'll ever know for certain what caused it. But, I do know what happened. I'll try and recount it as best I can. Maybe if I get all the craziness typed down, I'll be able to find some clues.

It had been a normal day as any other. I'd just woken up a few hours earlier, I spent most of the time on my laptop watching some anime over on crunchy roll. After a few episodes I'd gotten bored and clicked out of the browser and double clicked the Sims 3 Icon. The orange kitten in my background met my gaze as I waited for the game to load up. I began thrumming my fingers on the key board. It was taking longer than normal to start.

Suddenly a little grey box popped up onto the screen, without giving it a second glance I clicked the 'Okay' button. I'd just registered that I'd seen the word sims in the text as it disappeared. It must have failed to launch, I thought, moving the mouse in a few wide arcs to make sure the ting hadn't froze trying to load the game. It was a pretty decent laptop most of the time, but it had it's moments. I was just about to double click the Sims 3 icon again when the screen went bright white. "Huh... What the hell?"

The screen got brighter and brighter, filling the room with a blinding radiance. In my fear I tried to fling the laptop away but I couldn't move and I couldn't feel my arms or my body anymore. I couldn't even scream. My mind was blank with fear as the void of white consumed everything around me and then went utterly black.

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My eyes snapped open. In my shock I rolled out of bed and onto the floor. The shock was immediate. I was no longer in my bedroom. Everything was far more colorful that it should be. I shielded my eyes away from the bright sunlight coming from the window. Slowly I took my hands away a looked around the room. I knew the place, but I'd never really been here before. It was the main bedroom in the house I'd built in Sims. It had taken me weeks to get the place just right without using cheats to have unlimited simoleons.

I stumbled to my feet and ran to the connected bathroom and looked into the mirror... I was still me, but a sim version. It was uncanny how accurate the portrayal was, though at the same time the image was too perfect. My brown shoulder length hair was styled, my hair spiked and fanned out at the tips. It looked like I'd spent hours on it though since I'd been rolling around on the floor just a moment ago, it didn't make much sense. I reached up and ran my hand through it. My hair was soft and smooth like silk. It rustled as moved by wind instead of a hand. But when I moved my hand away it restyled itself perfectly. I fell to knees, letting my self slouch to the ground and curled into a fetal position. "No, no, no, no, no. This can not be happening. I'm dreaming! That's it!" I jumped up and looked into the mirror again, "That's right, this has to be a dream."

I slapped myself in the face, hard.

Pain exploded across the side of my head and my hand stung from the force. I hadn't held back at all.

Having fallen back onto the floor, I struggled to lean myself against the wall breathing heavily as I did. This was certainly not a dream...

I'm not sure how long I laid there in the bathroom. But shock has an odd way tiring a person out and soon I'd fallen asleep right there on the floor. It was evening before I woke back up. The sun cast an orange glow over the bedroom from it's large window.

I wasn't as shocked this time around, though I was still scared, it felt as though a weight had dropped into my stomach. Slowly I got onto my feet and walked out into the bedroom, looking around at the place. It was exactly like my house in sims 3, down to the very last detail. The bed, the computer desk and the bookshelves were just as I'd placed them days eelier. Just last night I'd placed a small couch by the door so my sim would have a comfy place to sit and read, next to that was a large modern looking floor lamp that had come from a mod I was rather fond of. The place looked nice in person, I had to admit that.

Looking over the room was calming me down. I wasn't exactly comfortable, but I wasn't an inch from having a heart attack any more. taking two large strides I threw open the bedroom door and exited out into the hall and cast a sweeping gaze to the left and right. Again it was just like how I had built my home. I wasn't looking for proof that this was really it or anything. Even if this wasn't my house there was no question that I had been transported to the sims world, as unlikely as that was. But I needed to go outside and look around. A gut feeling pulled me down that stairs into the front hall. Not even bothering to look at more of the house I ran to the door and reached for the knob. It opened and I was outside in the cool evening air. It smelled like fresh mown grass. The house sat on a peaceful looking street with nice looking houses all around. It was the normal Sims fair. In the west the sun was making it's steady climb back down into the horizon, painting the sky with orange and pinks. It was breath taking really.

I stumbled off of the porch and sat in the grass. I must have been a sight, luckily for me there didn't seem to be any Sims out and about right now.

And that's how I spent my first day. Not sure how long I spent sitting out there in the yard, but by the time I'd come back into the house I was calm enough that I wanted to explore the house. I walked from room to room till I'd looked over the whole house three or four times, and then not knowing what else to do. I went to the downstairs living room and sat on the couch.

Have you ever been so shocked that you didn't even know what to think? Where all you can really do is look around at things. I may have been calm but shock was only just sitting in. I sat there on the couch, staring at the TV. For a while I debated whether I should try to turn it on or something, but I couldn't seem to make myself get up to go and do it.

I didn't stand back up till about one or two in the morning when I ran back upstairs to use the restroom.

When I was done I wandered around the house some more until I felt tired enough to lay back down for a nap. I was gonna have to go into town in the morning and I would need all the rest I could get.