The one thing that has been constant since I was around 6 years old is my fascination with the Sims. The game is a simple sandbox, controlling peoples lives. You control their happiness, their misery, their love lives and reaching their dreams. At first I was a little sadistic, I'd create prisons and make them carve knomes until the whole lot was filled. Or I'd create a desert island, completely cut off from the world and see how they survived. And then my obsession switched to idol daydreaming, a form of release. I would create the people around me and if I disliked them, they'd not be allowed kids or money and if I liked them, fame and fortune was given to them. If I fancied them, well my sim and theirs would conviniently fall in love and live happily ever after.
Nowadays, although supposedly too old for games, I still play. Currently I like making their dreams a reality, creating the most powerful family which can withstand every pressure, challenge and misfortune.
I have to wonder as to what this says about my maturing. Was I once fascinated by the power over others, and then moved to realise that you must create your own power? Was I once sadistic and now generous? Or perhaps have I just always loved exploring every possibility of this magical game?
Ah who cares, now....back to the Bordeaux and their bourgoise takeover of the town.. Mwahaha
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