MySims must be one heck of a game, that’s for sure.
(I remember that I rage quit this game after I failed to recapture the escaped cows- in my defence, I was twelve.)
MySims must be one heck of a game, that’s for sure.
(I remember that I rage quit this game after I failed to recapture the escaped cows- in my defence, I was twelve.)
Oblivious to all that drama downstairs, Sandy, up on the hill, enjoys her weekend off and treats herself to a new video game for the console she recently bought.
“Screw this.”
Christy is devastated.
“I think I better leave.”
“Oh Plumbbob no! Christy, no! I mean… I’m sorry, I just can’t afford… a kid, I- I-… this is… I’m sorry, Christy, I cannot do this.”
“Will you marry me?”
And so, Joe visits.
“Hi! It’s so nice to-”
“You’re… you’re pregnant!”
“Yes! I really need to talk to you!”
“You’re pregnant! How? Why? Did you do that on purpose?!”
“NO! Why would I? Listen, I need to ask you something-”
Once she knows he is home from work, she calls him over. Christy seems to have high expectations for that meeting.
Double ouch. Looks like Christy’s last encounter with her lover/boyfriend/whatever was… fruitful. She decides to invite Joe over for dinner tomorrow to tell him the good news.