violent. Either I'm surrounded by gamers with murderous motives, or maybe there's something wrong with me? Perhaps if I'd let out some of that hormonal turmoil on my Sims, I'd have been a much more chilled-out young adult.
Thinking about it, the reason I spared my Sims more often than I sent them to hell wasn't just because I got bored of it. Even before people startedCall me an AI sympathiser, I don't care. I'm one of those people who says please and thank you to Alexa, like a young Leia Organa—though that's mostly out of mild fear that one day she'll end up my boss. See, I even subconsciously typed 'she' rather than 'it.
The rudimentary intelligence the Sims showed made me root for them, and even want to protect them. Maybe it's a mothering instinct, because they really do suck at looking after themselves when left to their own devices. Either way, I decided it's not OK to torture my Sims. Screw sports, Katie would rather watch Intel, AMD and Nvidia go at it.
Dr strange 🤔
Sounds like woke propaganda to me
That moment of realization.
Not ok to torture Sims? Where's the fun in that?
Look, when you want your Sims house to be haunted, there's only one way to make ghosts. 👻 (Well, actually there are a lot of ways, but I'm talking about goals, not processes.)
It's ok if you name them Jeff B or Mark Z or Elon M
The great moment was actually torturing them fuck you on about
Its okay to torture code
it's alright bestie, you can count on me.