Elena North here.
Last time I left you off with a burning question:
Are we all just Sims?
Well seemingly – WE ARE!!!
Of course, nobody believed my grandchild Marina when she first uttered her suspicion.
Marina North is my granddaughter,
born to my daughter Carolin North and her husband Florian Palm,
and I am very proud of her.
Our old dollhouse taught Marina what she needed to know about how
life used to be before the Apocalypse.
Carolin told her as I had taught Carolin.
Little Marina was a happy child, learning the family pastime – chess – at a very early age.
Her father – Florian Palm – didn’t care much about her,
but Marina was quite an independent girl from the very beginning.
Her toddler years flew by;
in retrospective, we can’t even remember if she ever WAS a toddler.
She has a little brother, Leo, with whom she played very often.
Also Leo’s toddler years seem to have flown without notice.
Marina and Leo were fast to learn reading and writing and calculating,
and all the other stuff kids need to know.
My grandkids, I’m so proud of them.
Sometimes Marina freaked out because of a monster under her bed;
so did Leo. They then napped on the adult’s big bed until their fear had passed.
Like everyone, Marina suffered from the unhygienic living conditions.
But what to do?
Then Marina grew a teen…
She learned basic cooking… a necessary skill in the shelter.
Only source of some fun: playing chess, mostly with her younger brother Leo.
The big teddy bear often was an outlet for her anger with the world.
I cannot clearly define when Marina started her suspicion that WE ARE ALL SIMS.
All of a sudden somewhen after she became a teen,
she started talking about a conspiracy.
Of course at first, nobody believed her, especially not her mother Carolin.
After all, Marina was a creative girl. But also evil.
And she loved the outdoors, always felt trapped inside the shelter.
And from trapped inside the shelter, a feeling of being trapped in a matrix,
her conspiracy theory seemed just too illogical.
But Marina didn’t give up. Once and again she explained her theory.
In between, some fun with the family playing games…
She overtook the computer when her uncle left it for some time,
and the power was on.
She searched for proof – proof for her conspiracy theory that seemed so odd.
Because yes, things were bad, but they seemed almost artificially bad.
Who was behind all this?
Playing with her brother, who did halfway believe her…
at least he considered the opportunity…
She also pleaded to us ghosts to believe her…
whispering into the night – WE ARE ALL JUST SIMS…
„could she be right?“ – I wondered…
Florian listened to her and got convinced…
… she looked for proof everywhere in the depths of the system…
… trying to step behind the matrix…
Then she got a sabbath year off from work,
and decided to use it for having kids…
… because meanwhile, she was married to Akira Kibo.
Another „Tech Guru“. Like Fabio and Florian had been. Losers. Huh.
One… two… and then…
I have THREE grand-grandchildren!
Marina and Akira called the three boys Christian, Marvin, and Enrico.
Oh yeah, life with three toddlers. It WAS a chore for the parents, that for sure.
Marina and Akira often were on the edge of their sanity.
The kids were stinky, dirty, hungry, unwell, screaming, crying…
… and the shelter was one hot mess.
Still, they tried to give them as much love as they could.
Marina went to work again.
Meanwhile she was a net-daemon…
programming viruses to attack the central computer.
she really stepped into the matrix.
And she almost went insane from the revelation:
Indeed, WE ARE ALL SIMS!!!
I tried once to get behind what she did,
but it was just too complex for me.
I’m a food girl.
I know about cooking.
Computers will forever be strangers to me.
The three toddler boys soon grew into schoolkids… luckily for Marina and Akira.
At least now they could get some well-deserved rest from raising them,
as the boys became more and more independent.
Marina also grew older.
without leaving any proof,
she disappeared from this world.
She haunts the spirit world now.
R.I.P. Marina North –
my wonderful granddaughter.
My legacy lives on in your descendants.
So, we’ve found out we are all Sims.
But how was that to help us Apocalypse Sims?
Well… we found a way so that our player would give us
an extra „kaching“ code of 1000 simoleons when we were in need,
mostly after the mob had taken all our money on Mondays.
Other than that, we struggled on… but we convinced our player
to let only well-trained Sims join our family as mates to our legacy.
You will soon know more…
For just now, we were still dirty, unhappy Sims.
My grandchild Leo North tried to change it…
but I am jumping forward.
Let me rest a bit.
I’ll go on counting very soon.
Until then, I remain