
I've just gained a whole new understanding of how daft my friends are. I mean, how seriously fucking daft.
Kat's a Sims 2 addict, a status to which I can relate. She made a house full of characters from Angel -- Angel, Cordelia, Wesley, Gunn, Fred, Faith, Connor and Spike. Yes, that's right -- eight fucking characters in one Sims 2 house. How she controlled the lot of them I have no fucking clue. However, the very idea of Angel Sims appealed to me in ways I couldn't even begin to describe, so I asked for a copy. That and a whole lot of downloads. Brought them home, installed the Team house (which is what she called it), tried to play...
Oh. My. Fucking. GOD. I can barely manage three Sims in a house -- eight is fuck-impossible! I can't even deal with talking to eight people at a time most times. I've got this caregiver thing going on which means I can't ignore my charges, even if they're fake charges comprised of hexagons and based on characters in a now-defunct TV show. So the first goddamn thing I did was started to move people the fuck out. So now Wesley and Fred are married and trying for a baby in their very own (incredibly tiny) little house. I'm working on moving Faith and Gunn out -- they had something of a liaison in the Hot Tub O' Love, but Faith, despite "Woo-Hoo" being one of her aspirations, wasn't having any of Gunn's attempts in that vein. I haven't paid any attention to the others -- they were asleep or at work. Thank God.
I suddenly wonder if some moron's set up the Facts of Life house in Sims or Sims 2. That's just fucking petrifying.
See, this is why I make whole neighbourhoods instead of one house full of people. It's ridiculous! I mean, instead of making the Slayer family and moving them into one house, I would rather make Sunnydale and do it right. You know, the Summers family with Joyce, Buffy and Dawn; the Harris family -- either Xander solo or with Anya in the marriage that should've bloody well happened; the Rosenberg family with either Tara or Kennedy; the Giles family with Rupert and Wesley getting on each others' nerves.
I still feel rotten. Food does not sit well and frankly, I have no idea if I'm going to be up to going to work tomorrow. But damnit, I am not missing yet another 7th Sea session; it's just sitting in a chair and telling part of a story anyway...