Sims Sunday: Why won’t they just DIE?

Recovering from a bout of norovirus. Condition has been downgraded from “I wish I could die” to “I think I’m going to throw up.” I’m sure you’ll understand if today’s update is a little less verbose and sparkling than usual.

Drew, David, and Dean all grew up into teens, and I sent them all off to college. On a whim, I decided to have Dean (the heir) pledge to a Greek house. Knowing nothing about the Greek house system, I chose to pledge him to Tri Var house.

Turns out? Tri Var is a sorority.

You may think, “Woo, he’s the only guy in a house full of girls! Go, Dean!” But…

That’s a pretty standard facial expression. Completely vacant.

Meanwhile, back at the main Alphabetti household, all three remaining residents (married 3rd generation couple Connor and Kana, plus resurrected 1st generation heir Aaron) hit the Elder years. I was now stuck with a house full of three old people. Dammit.

I don’t like to have to juggle more than two elders – ideally just one. Elders are cranky. They have all these needs. They’re just impossible to deal with. Juggling three elders is awful.

So I put the house in fast forward, and sat back and watched. Basically, I was waiting for at least one (ideally two) of them to die. I sent them out to play pool during thunderstorms, I pushed them outside during snowstorms, I sent them out to garden in the middle of summer. No luck.

Finally, Death came for Kana. (Old age, I think.) I rejoiced!

Then I watched in horror as she dropped to her knees and begged for a second chance. I had completely forgotten that I’d had her ask the Genie for “beg Death for a reprieve.”

I held my breath as Death agreed to play “which handsies” with her soul, just as he had with Bob.

Aww, it worked!

The Alphabetti Retirement Home remains at full capacity. Surely one of them will die soon?

Bonus pic:

The Werewolf Ate My Homework.