University Adventures

Messing with Sims 2. Here's a little something unfinished.

 
”Ooooooh,” Violet winced as she felt muscles she’d never encountered before protest violently within her. “I’m too old for this nonsense.” It took her several moments to realize that something was off.  The room was too orderly and sanitary to be her bedroom, and the furniture was decent – even stately. She took stock. Her eighteenth birthday and grad had fallen on the same day and she’d spent the night accordingly. Hearing plates clattering and voices downstairs, she got on a bathrobe from the regal-looking wardrobe and wandered for the stairs.

“I thought you’d sleep right through orientation day.” The stranger in the pink Mohawk said in a pleasant voice as Violet came into the kitchen. “Want a pastry?”

“Orientation day?” Violet echoed, trying to clear a stray cobweb from her mind. “The last thing I remember was seeing a rocket flying overhead.  Where am I?” she accepted a piping-hot cinnamon pastry. It tasted delicious.

“You said you didn’t want to wait for September for university to start so I called the Profs and there you go.”

A Rakish Fellow

There was once a man named Andrew. He lived with his wife and daughter in a quiet part of the suburban sprawl. He was a worldly and well-connected professional who dreamed of someday joining his friends in the Far East.

To earn the money for the trip and for the necessities of life Andrew threw himself into study and work. The local hospital had gone through several staff shortages during that business with the Blaze Monsters and were in desperate need of help.

One lovely fall day Andrew went for a walk in the park and saw that nobody was raking the leaves. His kindly nature and desire for order demanded he lend a hand.

Raking the leaves kindled a strange and unearthly desire in him which he found distasteful. It seemed there were always leaves on the ground and as long as there were he found himself craving the touch of the rake in his hands and the crackle of burning leaf piles. At first, this desire was easy enough to drive away with chess and other logical puzzles.

He completed medical school and went out into the community to diagnose and treat anyone that came his way. This task took him to the graveyard, the library, and the park.

There they were. The unloved, the sad and pitiful leaves just lying on the ground. It had been sometime since he'd picked up a rake and the yearning had not plagued him in some time. He figured, "What would it hurt?" and that night, he went for a walk....

The End.