Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Gen 1 Chapter 3

 After my disaster of an adventure ended and the water receded, I had enough funds saved to build some walls and a floor aboveground.

 I admit that this gesture is probably useless, but it's better than doing nothing. At the very least, it will be harder for the Astros to raise the ocean level an entire story above ground, and not the mere three feet it took to wash away my old home.

 Within a couple of weeks, I was able to gather enough fish to buy myself a toilet and sleeping bag. It's such a relief to have some necessities of my own again.

 I don't talk to the latest newspaper girl, I don't want to do anything that will cause myself or anyone else to get in trouble.

 I'm so lonely.

 Two more months have passed, and I mark time by the things I'm able to buy. A new sink, fridge, dining table and chairs make me ecstatic. I never realized before what a simple pleasure it is to sit down and eat at a table. Its wonderful.

 Six months have gone by, and now I have a computer! Maybe I"ll be able to communicate with someone, anyone....

 Nope. Until I consent to a Astro-approved spouse, all I can do is buy things.
"Ha, ha!"
"Shut up, you in the fishbowl!"
 


 Fishing continues to go well. I can do this all by myself. I don't need a Sim to talk to, I can talk to the fish just fine. I will not be a brood mare and take whoever they pick for me!


Month 7....
 I don't want to marry, I don't want to marry, I don't want to drag anyone else into this miserable mess  with me. I'll live and die alone. I won't let them break me. I can do this, I can do this.


 Month 8....
All is sadness and death. And what is the point? Ultimately, I will die too, and the fish will consume me instead! Even this juicy fish agrees.

 Month 9....
  "Keep smiling, keep smiling! If I keep on smiling, good things, will happen, for me!"

 "See!" (If I keep smiling, they don't win!)

 "Wow, a perfect jellyfish! Things are goin' my waaaay, todaaay!"

 "See Mr. Bunny, I told you I could you I got this down pat! No problems heeerrrreee! Hee, hee!"

*Whispers* "Tell you what Mr. Bunny, we'll play tag! The first one it when the sun goes down is a rotten egg!! Ha, ha, hee, hee, scamper up the tree!!"


Month 10...
 "But wait Mr. Bunny, where did you go? Come back and play with me! Is it cause of the rain? Nothings wrong with rain! Quit hiding and come play with me!"

"Oh, are yoo hidin'! I gots ya! I's find yoo Mr. Bunnie! Hee, hee,hee! Dis gonna be funz!"



Month 12.....
I woke this morning, hungry with no food in the fridge. According to the computer and my own disjointed memories, I've spent the last three months talking to a big pink bunny that doesn't exist.


 "Hello....yes....I'm ready. I, Tasha Williams, consent to enter a Marriage Contract. I agree to obey my husband in all matters except when the our Lords deem appropriate. Yes......I have a choice of three different lands to choose from?........ France, then."

 "Wait, it costs how much to port there? No, forget it then, just send me wherever is cheapest.....no, it doesn't matter to me, I'll take care of that when I arrive. ETA ten minutes? Thank you, I'll be ready."

 So I guess this is it. What a hypocrite I am. I told myself I could live alone for the rest of my life, but I couldn't make it two years. A husband, children on this tiny, claustrophobic island? How is this going to work?

 My future husband, who I'm about to meet.......I'm so sorry.







Sorry about that empty blog post. To be honest, I'm not sure how that happened. I'll be sure to double and triple check to make sure the right thing gets posted next time.