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Sul Sul!

Elena North here.

Now that I’ve fetched myself a glass of water,

and drank a good sip,

let’s continue with the story about my family,

who struggled to live in a postapocalyptic world.

Where did I leave you off?

Well… I can’t really remember.

Age, you know.

Ah, but…

WATER.

Water was scarce in the region,

and unsafe to drink.

Only the liquid locked in fresh food seemed to be okay,

and safe to have.

It was barely enough to keep us from total dehydration.

My son Patrick suffered a lot.

And he had decided to dedicate his life to finding out

which chemicals would make the water from our pipes

potable again.

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But he didn’t have success, and that made him mad.

And frustrated.

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After my death, my family continued to cook

as much juicy food as they could to stave of dehydration.

It never seemed quite enough.

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The burn in the throat and stomach was always there.

Patrick mixed, stirred and shook,

but no liquid he made with the water from the region seemed to be potable,

and bottled water was not shipped in to Glassbolt.

The care trucks brought food, but didn’t really think about fresh water.

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Sometimes it seemed he was so close to finding the secret ingredient,

but then he just had to spit it out again so not to be poisoned,

or whatever the water did to people who drank it –

nobody really knew what it would do.

But it tasted foul, and sour, and burned the throat.

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Patrick mixed and mixed (and he gained weight… he was always very thirsty,

so he ate more than much).

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It was especially sad for the kids.

Marina and Leo were still so small.

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Of course the scarce water also had effects on the general hygiene.

My daughter Celina was trying to send an emergency call out to the rest of world,

when the power was on and the computer worked.

But no one seemed to read her postings, or see them.

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Johnny, my husband, was worried as well.

He often talked with Patrick, motivating him to keep trying.

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And try he did.

He got so far that he even once used vinegar from the kitchen!

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But all his tricks were of no use.

The water stayed as it was – foul, sour, stringent.

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So food was their only resource and salvation.

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Patrick grew grey hair, and Marina grew a teen,

and still there was no solution to the water problem.

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Patrick grew a sad, sad, sad man.

Whatever bubbly effects he could make with the liquids.

Even adding soap did no solve the problem. As was obvious.

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Patrick stirred and stirred, as he grew older he got more and more creative.

But no drink he made could ever be drunk.

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He often felt absolutely miserable.

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And then one day, it happened that he just couldn’t take it anymore.

His heart stopped beating. If of old age or dehydration, we couldn’t tell afterwards.

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Rest in peace, Patrick.

At least in the spirit world you don’t suffer from thirst.

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But I notice there’s still a lot more to tell about how my other children did.

Let me take a sip of water

and catch my breath.

I’ll soon go on telling.

I just have to use the bathroom for a moment.

I’ll be back soon.

Until then,

Elena North

Get Stuff

Hello!

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Elena North here.

Let’s continue with the story of my family,

who struggled to live in a post.apocalyptic world…

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As you already know, I had four babies:

Patrick, Celina, Carolin and Fabio.

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I had managed to bring fresh food from the regions nearby back to Glassbolt,

but still the water resources were scarce,

and the water drippling from the pipes was dirty and unsafe to drink.

We were constantly parched.

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Celina was content while she could have good food,

but as she grew older she hated being always unclean and stinky

(now let me tell you, she’s a slob).

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She was mostly content, but hated it

that when our much-strained appliances broke

(like they did several times a week),

we could only get new stuff on Sundays,

when the local market was open.

At a very early age, she was unhappy with how things were.

And she knew how things used to be when I was young,

because our dollhouse taught her.

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She was also more self-assured than my other kids

(and a bit clumsy sometimes).

And she just loved stuff, especially when it was artsy.

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So as soon as she became a teen,

she started working in the market.

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And managed that it opened full-time,

every day of the week, for 24h.

She was a hard-working woman…

she did this along with attending the „school“ meetings

(of elder sims who taught kids the basics).

Balancing all this with a bit of fun and entertainment was not easy.

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And she was often extremely tired.

And slept her naps right next to me.

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So she made her way into my heart.

I considered to name her my heir.

She should marry and continue the „legacy“…

… she should keep our family alive and growing.

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She was happy to have been named my heir.

Anyway she was a much better choice than my firstborn,

Patrick, who was a little bit insane.

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So Carolin set out to meet a few new people on the street.

She was afraid of the zombies might come to get her,

but there was no other way to get to know people than

putting herself out there.

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And there was more danger for her… even in the house…

she once caught on fire while cooking and got severely scarred.

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Luckily she could wash it off, and it didn’t affect her face, or arms.

The scars healed with time.

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My wonderful daughter made friends,

and one special friend.

His name was Florian Palm.

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They seemed to like each other a lot.

Hmmm…

I didn’t like Florian at first.

He seemed to be gloomy,

he was a kleptomaniac,

and just plain evil.

Nevertheless, he wanted to the friend of the world.

Hmmm… gotta stop stealing and being evil, I guess?!?

And be a bit more cheerful?

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But I understand, it’s hard to be cheerful, good and content with what one has

in midst of the Apocalypse.

Be it as it was, my daughter was in love with him.

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She even threw herself into sexy poses for him.

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We celebrated when they made their „promise“ to stay together and have children.

You can’t call it a marriage these days.

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But they spent their days, through the good and the bad.

Mostly the bad, these days.

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But Florian knew how to sweep my daughter off her feet.

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They were crazy in love.

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Don’t ask me how their love life was – please!

Just know it was loud.

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Soon Florian was just another member of our household…

… a stinky, unhappy one, but a member still.

And Carolin got pregnant.

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Then Florian proved to be a good mate.

He even started cooking.

Thus he won my heart.

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In the end, the becoming mother – my daughter –

needed the water locked in fresh food to not die.

My granddaughter (I hoped and wished for one)

or my grandson needed water!

Carolin was parched!

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(My insane son Patrick tired to find a liquid one could drink,

but failed once and again.)

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The pregnant Carolin, who had given up working at the store,

and decided to be a stay-at-home mum,

spent her days playing chess with my younger son, Fabio,

who had also grown a teen by then.

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While Celina ignored most of the pregnancy,

because she was so involved in her „project“

to get an emergency call out of Glassbolt to the world.

Nobody heard, or nobody cared.

Or both.

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Then it was time to give birth.

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I was awaiting it with as much nervosity as Carolin.

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It was a daughter!

Welcome to the world,

Marina North.

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My granddaughter.

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I’m such a proud grandma.

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Would she become my heir?

Let me tell you…

Carolin and Florian were already working on baby number two.

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The family continues…

let me catch my breath and get a glass of water.

I’ll soon go on counting my story.

Until then, I remain

sincerely yours

Elena North

Dirty little bastards

Hello!

Elena North here.

Let’s continue with my story.

Well, so we were finally able to have good food,

but all else still was in ashes…

Nevertheless, Johnny and I wanted to have a family.

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Here you can see my firstborn son, Patrick, and my elder daughter, Celina,

playing with the dollhouse.

We made this to teach future generations how life used to be

– before the Apocalypse.

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Johnny and me played a lot of chess. This was our way to pass time.

There was nothing else that could possibly be entertaining.

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At least we were able to give our kids good food.

I was so happy about that fact.

And it was important too to eat a lot of fresh food.

Otherwise we would have not only starved, but also died from dehydration.

Only the liquids locked in fresh food seemed to be safe,

we could not drink the water coming out of the pipes.

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All in all in the coming years I gave birth to four babies – Patrick, Celina, Carolin and Fabio.

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Patrick.

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Celina.

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Carolin.

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Fabio.

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Being dirty was normal. We washed ourselves with the little water drippling from our pipes. But even the water was not very clean. So we seldom were very hygienically washed.

This was a problem, of course, medically speaking.

We often felt sick, with no way to remedy it.

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Of course our kids also learned chess at a young age.

The family pastime.

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All in all, we were a happy family… even in midst of all this.

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My son Patrick was trying hard to find a liquid that one was able to drink.

Feeling constantly parched was a horrible condition for him – for us all.

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I cooked as I could, and tried to keep as much fresh liquid inside the food.

It was our only source of a bit of water.

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Johnny grew old…

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It was often hard for our little ones to find sleep.

Fear of monsters under the bed, fear of zombies outside our shelter…

… even at their young age they could seldom find peace.

So we lent them our big parents bed whenever we could.

It seemed to tranquilize them a bit.

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I grew old as well…

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The overstrained sinks broke once and again.

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Playing with the dollhouse our kids had a little fun as well as learning how life used to be…

… I wanted them to remember. It sounded like a fairytale to them.

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Patrick learned how to cook easy meals…

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Our men in the house were often very stinky.

And not only the men.

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Then one day, it was time for Johnny to go into the light.

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Death by old age took him from us.

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I broke down in tears… my Johnny dead!!!

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But I had to stay strong for my family.

My kids needed me…

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I swear I could sometimes sense Johnnys presence right near to us.

He was still around on some other plane.

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Celina learned cooking as well…

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As my kids slowly grew older, I noticed I liked to sleep more naps.

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Carolin grew a teen as well and rather pretty.

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Unfortunately my eldest son Patrick seemed to be a little insane.

I didn’t blame him… living in midst of the apocalypse can make anyone a little mad.

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Proud of my kids.

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But they’re still dirty little bastards.

Because there is still no running, clean water…

So much is left to do around here!

I am too old…

now my young ones should take over and change the situation for us all…

This hunger

Hello!

I’m Elena North.

The story I’m about to tell is a long one,

so I hope you brought patience.

It takes me back to many years ago,

when I had just arrived in Glassbolt…

… in the nothingness.

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There was literally nothing but unfertile earth, a few stones, and the river.

But there I set up my shelter.

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All I would need the next time was set up on the ground floor.

An inflatable matress, uncomfy to say the least, made for my bed.

A chess table would be my only source of fun.

I had no running water, a few splashes must do in the next years to come.

And there was no way to get something to eat,

than grill the fish from the river.

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But I have still not presented myself.

ME – that is, a young woman who just graduated from the Wonder Child project.

When I was assigned the Glassbolt project, many doubted.

A female, and overmore a blonde. But hey!

I showed them.

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My neighbor Johnny was the first to arrive at my shelter. And I lured him in…

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Of course, cooking was the hardest part for me.

I love to eat good stuff, and I didn’t want to have only fish for the rest of my life.

So I went to the soup kitchen to present myself, and they gave me a job.

Now every day I cooked fish soup for the residents of Glassbolt.

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I liked my job. It was my mission.

And, the days alone in the shelter were long, very long.

Playing chess all by oneself can get rather boring.

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I went fishing every day to get the best I could for me and the others…

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… And then, more of the same. Waiting, playing chess, spending the days.

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And fish it was, every single freakin‘ day.

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But at least I gave it special spice every time.

The days passed… sleep, fish, cook fish, eat, sleep, fish…

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The radiation had its effects. I was scared to go out and meet the zombies.

So I mostly stayed inside my little shelter and only left it for work and for fishing, right behind my home.

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Oh, and then the bills. The local mob took away all the money I earned during the week.

It was senseless. I was really working for nothing.

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But I still loved my job.

It was something good,

giving good food to the community.

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I was „the woman on the grill“.

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Or „the hottie who serves the best fish in town“.

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Until late, I did not have a man in my life.

Only Johnny came over every once in a while to play chess with me.

We were neighbors, so I saw that as normal.

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It was not soon that I managed to go outside on a park bench and „just be there“.

I was too afraid of what might come to get me.

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But it was okay. I met some nice folk. Only I did not find the love of my life.

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Back home to fish.

My little everyday ritual.

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I was getting better and better at turning the fish into a delicious meal…

but still I wanted more.

I expected a life full of good food, and love. And maybe even a family…

… dreams…

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Then one day when Johnny was outside my door and I was only but wearing my nightrobe,

because I had just gotten up… I thought I’d risk it. What could go wrong?

So I planted a kiss on Johnnys soft lips and was too surprised when he responded eagerly.

Then:

THE BREAKTHROUGH AT WORK!!!

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I hosted a superb soup kitchen bigger than life –

and people from outside the region got wind. Now they were helping us, shipping in fresh food and repairing our gas lines and electricity.

 

Finally I could have a kitchenette that deserved its name.

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I was so happy!

Finally I could slice, dice, mix, fry, and do all other things cuisine in my own kitchen.

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Slice and dice!

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Stir and stir again!

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Mmmm, what an aroma! That will taste awesome!

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OH. MY. GOD.

This is heaven in a soup bowl.

So with my one wish for good food come true,

I worked on my other wishes:

love, and a family…

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Johnny was easily convinced.

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I swear to you,

life is different when  you can have good food instead of fish half your life long.

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And of course, it felt great to see my family be able to have good food…

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… but I’m jumping too far forward.

I’ll have a short pause and then go on telling my story.

Until then, I remain

sincerely yours

Elena North

Hot tub and hot stove

Hello!

Vincent Wonder here…

with news from my family in Glassbolt!

[I have to admit, I cheated.

Most probably hot tubs are not allowed.]

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My daughter and Ben loved the tub…

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My son has grown old…

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At least my little love Alexa is doing fine.

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Ben is the repairman of the house…

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Then at work, my daughter had a breakthrough.

She got some fresh ingredients to experiment with.

[This now is quite frankly cheating.]

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[And here I openly cheated.

I just couldn’t stand seeing her at level 9

but without a chance to get to level 10.)

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After cheating,

I didn’t play this family any more.

 

I’m restarting with a new family.

The North Apocalypse will be on here soon.

Struggling on

Sul Sul!

Vincent Wonder here.

I’m dead, a ghost,

but I’m still feeling protective around my family.

They need it…

they’re in midst of post-apocalypse.

My heart goes out to little Alexa, who was newly born into that world…

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Although Ben and my daughter Vanessa are taking good care,

she will have it difficult growing up…

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That’s me.

I made sure before dying that at least Glassbolt has clean-ish running water,

and medical supplies.

But a lot is still to do to restore „normal“ life in Glassbolt…

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Oh, sweet little Alexa.

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Alexa grew soon,

into an adorable child.

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Meanwhile, Vanessa studied cookbooks with no result.

While my son spent his days sleeping and wasting his life.

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My little love Alexa at least had her dollhouse, where Vanessa showed her how life used to be before the Apocalpyse. But Vanessa herself knew that world only from my tales. So, more and more that world was growing into a fairytale story.

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My son prefered playing video games and programming to doing something that would REALLY help the community.

At least little Alexa grew up bright and intelligent,

Vanessa made sure she learned to read and write.

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Vanessa studied my writings about cooking, but found no solution to the problem that these things just not existed in Glassbolt. How to cook without ingredients?

I’m feeling so sorry for little Alexa,

who does not know anything other than grilled fish in all varieties.

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Appearing as a ghost to my son and trying to bring him to reason is of no use.

And my daughter is already growing an elder.

Time is passing flying away.

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At least my family can bathe and feel safe.

I am proud of that.

But – how much more there is to do and un-do to restore „normal“ living conditions?

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My wife Gina also appears sometimes as a ghost. She is sad, very sad.

Just like me, she wishes they would find a way to ensure good food for the community.

At least thanks to Vanessas husband Ben, they can feel safe in their little house.

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My son plays computer games and wastes his life.

I’m ashamed of him, I must admit.

What career path he is following?

Programming?

How is that going to help us?

We need food, not video games!!!

At least in my opinion.

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Vanessa is old, and still she has not found a solution to the food problem. But she has eaten a lot of fish.

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Will they ever have something other than fish to eat?

 

 

 

Death and a new life

Vincent Wonder here.

I’ve had a long, happy life…

It’s time to leave this world

and follow my wife to the glory of heaven…

No use pleading for me, my dear daughter…

I am dying of old age…

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Off I go into the light.

 

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Ben did his best to cry and share the grief with my daughter…

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And after a lot of crying, they slept.

And one day they decided that the best way to meet a death

was in making love and creating new life.

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No one noticed Vanessa’s pregnancy at work, and then she had a long period off work

(her sabbath months)… then she would have the kid. And then back to work.

So she planned.

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Florian is good at taking care of household chores…

well, at least he does the dishes, while Vanessa cooks and Ben cleans.

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„My dear daughter, I am still here on a different plane…

my ghost still cares for you…“

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Vanessas pregnancy went well…

 

Then she gave birth to a girl.

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Welcome to this world, little Alexa.

 

I am still present somehow as a ghost…

and I will keep watching my family…

and my spirit lives on in my daughter and son and little Alexa…

this story will continue…

Zombies gone, love rules

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Vincent Wonder here.

You wonder why I can sit so quietly,

when zombies are outside roaming the streets?

Well, they aren’t any more.

But let me tell you bit by bit.

We were pretty cut-off from the world.

Only some people in the neighborhood were passing by our shelter,

and they were the only ones we could possibly contact.

So my girl’s chances for romance were small, and she knew it.

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So she almost instantly hugged the first young adult she met.

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And proposed to him.

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Now I can understand, times are rough.

Anyway the guy accepted, and so they married on the spot.

Welcome to the family,

Ben Schwarz.

 

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Ben is an alright person.

He’s a perfectionist and a snob, but very likeable.

But the best thing about him is his job.

The guy is a Secret Agent! Go imagine!

And he found out what made the minds of the zombies click.

And then they could send them all to a place where no one would ever miss them.

So we are all at peace now.

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Our little family is very well.

I sleep a lot, Vanessa cooks a lot, and Florian –

Florian decided to go into programming. Don’t ask me what exactly he does.

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I’m old, but still feel somewhat vital.

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Nevertheless I sleep a lot these days and my girl is now the boss at home.

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She studies a lot of my cookbooks.

„Still no real options, eh?“ – „No, sadly.“

LOVE rules in this household now.

Vanessa and Ben are enjoying their married life.

But I heard they’re still waiting with kids.

Vanessa doesn’t want to risk her job,

and is waiting for a time when they’d give her a sabbath year.

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We’re still good.

But we could be so much better.

New Generation

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Vincent Wonder here.

We have been good in the shelter,

even though we’re still living in desolate conditions.

We’ve been eating grilled fish since ages.

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My wife Gina, she’s been working in a soup kitchen, but she felt she was growing old,

and felt like she was not up to continue in the job.

She said we should let the younger generation take control.

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The younger generation are our two brilliant kids, Vanessa and Florian.

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I have to admit, my wife really aged fast now.

Although she is still as foxy as ever.

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And I guess she is right:

Let the new generation take control.

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Vanessa and Florian were reading to each other the wisdom of the cookbooks I wrote down…

recipes from the people I encountered, that I wrote down over the years.

Vanessa started the routine of fishing and cooking…

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Her fish tastes good, just as mine did.

But it’s just the same old, fish every day.

I wish we could have other meals.

So the days pass and while our kids are out working in the soup kitchen,

my wife and I sleep nap after nap, eat the sometimes rotten grilled fish and

play a lot of chess.

Florian also learned how to cook…

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But Vanessa still is the main breadwinner in the household these days.

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Both Florian and Vanessa are trying to find a way to get a beverage you can actually drink…

… but there’s no way to get any drink free of radioactivity.

Vanessa is often very tense these days…

she wishes so hard to be able to serve something else than fish.

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But fish it is.

Day after day after day.

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And sometimes I am still out myself to catch one for my family.

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We’re good.

But we could be so much better.