Disclaimer: I do not own The Sims 2. I wish I did, though. D:
My life started like any other Sim's life. I was created as a teenager with short, dark brunette hair and regular silver eyes. My hair wasn't normal though. My mom had pointed that out after we took our family picture. But she said it was 'special' in a way... apparently no other Sims had it. I didn't want to be different. I wanted to be normal.
As we got out of the taxi-- we had just gone shopping-- I stared at the empty lot in front of us. All that was there was a single wall with a phone on it, we had used it to get a taxi to the store. I thought by now our house would be build. Out of instinct I started petting our cat, Guree... that's pronounced 'goo-ray' kind of like 'gray' but God told me it was Japanese. I don't speak Japanese.
And we waited as God built our house... of course we never knew what we got until... it finished. Weird thing is, the house would pop out of nowhere. It's pretty creepy... but apparently we're supposed to be used to it. We entered the house and looked around. When we figured out where all the rooms were and what all the furniture was, I went to my room and relaxed on my bed. I stared at the ceiling with my hands folded over my stomach. Something wasn't right... the atmosphere was... new. This only happened once in a while. Maybe my hair was part of this new atmosphere?
I got up and sat down at the computer, and emailed my friend. I asked her if anything seemed different to her. Turns out she was online anyway and we started talking about it. She told me nothing seemed different besides the new things to do, the new types of people, the new furniture, the new walls and floors... She told me her room had a ceiling now. I congratulated her, then I looked up at my own ceiling. We said goodbye and I just sat there for awhile until I played one of the new games. My mind didn't tell me to do that, though. Some force did, like a few of my other choices were...
And the game that force selected was The Sims 2: Real Life.