She’s an aristocratic actress with killer cheekbones and a keen interest in painting. This seemed like an excellent idea, so I crafted a matriarch. I mentioned that I tend to have one person in the family with high skills, and I keep them vibrant and young using aging potions. I have a buddy, Matt, who I chat about my Sims with. Listen: If I die, I need you to go on my computer and delete my game, because it straight-up makes me look like a terrible person. Meanwhile, The Sims 4 sits on my computer, collecting all of my sins and making them manifest through a multigenerational family of vampires. I feel like that should cancel out the fact that I maintain a video game structure that sends innocents to their death in a fiery inferno.
I pay my taxes, I’m nice to everybody, and I only cuss sometimes. On the outside, my life looks ideal, but that saved game sits on my hard drive. It’s a Picture of Dorian Gray-style situation going on, and I beg you to consider that I am otherwise an extremely good person. You see, I have a Sim s 4 save on my computer that is.
