Baxter and Bob Alphabetti, the second-generation twins, grew into teens and went off to college. I set them up in a tiny house which they can’t afford, even with a roommate.
Most of the time, they sit on the floor to do their college assignments. There’s no dishwasher, trash can, or kitchen sink. They clean up the dirty dishes by taking them to the trash can on the curb and throwing them away. (That was pretty much my experience of college, as well.)
Bob had a lot of college-related anxiety. He kept rolling “get an A+” and “finish sophomore year” in his wants, and “get a bad report card” in his fears. (Baxter, a grilled cheese sim, was not as concerned about his academic performance.)
I flipped a coin and named Baxter as the heir to the family line. This freed up Bob to have some fun. I had Baxter invite over his buddy, Count Isbic, and influence him to bite Bob’s neck.
Bob was a jolly vampire. He took to his new nature with hearty cheer.
“Bleh, dude!” “Whatever.”
If you are wondering what vampires eat, the answer is: spaghetti.
Bob was only a few hours away from his final exam, and he really wanted to finish his sophomore year. Since the exam would take place from 2AM-4AM, he’d be back before the sun came up at 7AM, so I let him take it.
Bob aced the exam, but when he returned home I discovered that his junior year class was scheduled for 10AM-noon. I had no choice but to make Bob drop out of college. I felt bad, watching him slouch dejectedly towards the taxi that came to pick him up.
I moved Bob into a small house, from which I thoughtfully deleted all the windows. I bought him a coffin to sleep in, and told him to get in it. As the day passed, people kept ringing the doorbell, and he kept getting up to greet them. No, Bob! Stay out of the sunlight! See how it burns you? Get back inside!
The newspaper was Bob’s undoing. He picked it up and stood outside, reading about Science. I canceled the action, and told him to RUN INSIDE, but instead he dawdled like an idiot. I frantically kept canceling his actions, but he still insisted on folding up the newspaper and taking it out to the trash. STOP IT, BOB! GET INSIDE, YOU MORON!
“Hmm, says here on the work order, he stood on the lawn reading the newspaper while slowly burning to death. Guess you never know about those neckbiters.”
At this point, I had to pause the game to think.
I’m doing a thing where every member of the family gets their picture taken at the photo booth, to hang on the wall of the family home. I hadn’t gotten around to getting Bob’s picture up there yet. I wasn’t bothered by Bob’s death per se, but I was upset at the thought that he’d pass away without leaving behind a photo on the family photo wall.
This was my first time playing a vampire character, and I didn’t realize they were such IDIOTS. I assumed he’d realize he was ON FIRE and run back into the house, but he just STOOD THERE. If I’d known vampires were this stupid, I would have deleted his front door once he went inside, so that he couldn’t leave.
I was starting to get weepy at the thought of that family photo wall. Would I leave a blank spot where Bob’s photo should have gone? Or would I hang someone else’s photo there, as if Bob had never existed?
It was my fault that his photo wasn’t on the wall. And it was my fault that he died.
I decided to violate my #1 Sims-playing personal rule which is, “No take-backs.” In all of my years playing The Sims 1 and 2, I have never once exited without saving the game.
Until last night.
I exited without saving, then went back into his lot. Told him to get into his coffin, then watched him like a hawk until nightfall. Neighbors kept ringing the doorbell to say hello, and I kept canceling his actions and telling him to GET BACK IN THE DAMNED COFFIN.
After nightfall, I had him take a cab to the hedge maze, and get his picture taken at the photo booth. Conveniently, just as he put the photo into his inventory, his father showed up on the lot. I had them do a bit of night swimming together – one last bit of fun before Bob was phased out of the game.
As the clock rolled towards 4AM I started getting anxious about Bob’s safety. If the sun came up while he was downtown, there would never be enough time to call a taxi and get home. I had Bob get out of the pool, and call Aaron over for a little chat.
Bob gave Aaron a present – the photobooth pictures. They hugged one last time.
Then Bob walked to the street, and phoned a cab.
(I didn’t choose Bob’s outfit, by the way. If you think Bob looks silly wearing a wet suit at a public swimming pool, you should see the exercise outfit his twin brother came with…)
I followed Bob home and put him in his coffin, and left his lot, forever.
Back at the Alphabetti family home, I took his photobooth picture out of Aaron’s inventory and placed it on the family photo wall.