It had been a long and productive day at the Jensen house. Lexie continues to work on her project of cloning a Sim and has come very close. She's already cloned animals.
Before going to bed that night, she admired her life's work and legacy, feeling content. She knew not when death would come to take her away, but she hoped their friendship might buy her more time. If not, she had accomplished her main life goals and was proud of her children.
All seemed well as the family went to bed. Little did they know what the strange moon would bring that night.
Christina tried to sleep but couldn't, so she continued working on her portrait of Jasmine as a kitten. This was very important to her as no one had taken any pictures. She worked diligently, but kept hearing odd sounds coming from outside and was worried there might be another burglar.
Finally she couldn't stand it and went to check it out, but instead of finding a thief, she found glittering lights in the sky. What is that? she wondered, enjoying the beauty of it. The light continued to grow in intensity and she felt oddly mesmerized.
Before she knew it, the light fell upon her and she began flying... no... she was being sucked upwards. "HELP!!" she screamed, knowing no one would awake in time to save her. Kyle had spoken about this happening to him once and had warned them all against going outside at night. Sandra had also warned her. Why didn't I listen? she screamed internally.
She was sucked into a tiny container in the bottom of a tiny space ship and, without preamble, was whisked off into outer-space. She cried alone in the dark storage hatch not knowing how long she'd be tortured or if she'd ever be back.
In the meantime, the paparazzi zombies destroyed the happy flowers. Where is a pea shooter when you need one?
I replaced all the flowers and set out some pea shooters, and along came another zombie. The shooters did nothing even when the zombies walked right in front of them. I thought plants were supposed to win. How lame.
After several hours, Sandra was returned home, the alien never speaking a word to her. She felt like a lab rat, a specimen not even worth their concern. Mom's alien friend hadn't been so cold-hearted as this.
"Why me?" she sobbed to the silent visitor as he walked away, not even glancing back.
The traumatic memory of being poked, prodded, and probed would haunt her for the rest of her life. Why do some aliens find it necessary to study Sims without their permission? I'm sure if they asked there would be some volunteers. Sandra thought, feeling helpless and ashamed. She decided to never tell anyone what had happened.
[FYI: Victims of trauma often feel shame which causes them to hide their pain.]
To make matters worse, a random creepy dude showed up and lit the bonfire without permission. I think he's a piro because he just kept adding wood until the blaze got out of hand.
The Jensen's were awoken to his screams as he desperately tried to extinguish the fire. He must have a the brave trait because he was able to put it out before anyone got a chance to call emergency services.
When poor Daniel tried to go back to bed, he realized that Macy had stolen his bed. She was probably tired of sleeping on the couch because no one had thought to buy another bed for her.
So Daniel went into the other room to have a serious conversation with himself.
"Hi, I'm Mr. Pickle and I'm here to tell you that aliens are invading the city. They are plotting to take over the school." Daniel's hand said in a goofy voice.
Daniel knew this wasn't true. It was a rumor Mandy at school had started about their teacher, Mrs. Lemon. "That is a lie!" shouted Daniel, who particularly liked his second grade teacher. She always stopped the other kids from teasing him. "You take that back Mr. Pickle or I'll..."
"Oh is the little boy threatening us?" laughed Mr. Pickle, rudely interrupting Daniel. "No wonder no one likes you but your imaginary friend. You're a loser and you'll always..."
"You shut up!" screamed Daniel, waking the house for the second time that night. "I am not a loser and she's not imaginary. Macy's real and she's my friend and no one will steal her from me." His voice broke on the last sentence.
Ever since Macy became real she'd made a lot of friends and spent less time with him. For the first time, Daniel realized he was terrified of losing her. Mr. Pickles was right; she is my only friend, he sighed shakily, holding in the tears that threatened to fall. Then a mean look formed on his face as he decided to show Mr. Pickle who's boss. He burned Mr. Pickles (his hand) in a sink full of hot water and felt better about the whole situation.
My name is Sarah and I've been playing the Sims since Sims 1 was born. I am a therapist/counselor by day and a gamer by night, and a mommy always (my son is 6).