Years ago my granddaughter Hope started playing Sims. Sometimes I would watch her and it looked like fun so I thought I'd give it a try.
I wanted a single woman. I got a single man. He was out of work. He had to read the paper to find a job and get the mail. I couldn't seem to make him do anything else and I couldn't find him a job. Since I have the patience of a two-year-old, I quit Sims.
Christine, Hope's mother, tried to play Sims at the same time. She would come home from work and check her family. She said she burned the house down twice with everyone in it. She had flies in the kitchen because she couldn't figure out how to make them wash the dishes. Oh yeah, and she couldn't find the mother a job. She quit Sims too.
Hope has more patience than either of us. She has had the same family for 7 generations. She has managed to kill a few people. She left the husband in the hot tub too long and he died. She let another man go into the swimming pool and forgot to include a ladder so he drowned. One lady of the house turned into half-human/half-plant. She let her work in the garden too long. Recently, that lady had a baby that was half-plant. Hope was very upset.
Sometimes I hear Hope scream. I live downstairs so I used to run to the stairs and ask what was wrong. It was always about her Sims family. Now, when I am outside and I hear a sound like someone being murdered I just think, "I guess another Sims bit the dust." Christine says this isn't safe. When Hope really needs help she won't get it. I guess I better start checking on her again.
It is kind of like the kids of the house not moving when my fire alarm goes off. It is very sensitive and when I cook practically anything it starts wailing. The kids just look at each other and say, "Grandma's cooking." Christine says this isn't safe either. She's right.