I've always wondered what the big deal with The Sims was...
Last night, I messed around with my niece's version of the game, and my writer's brain went wild. I could build a 3D looking house! I could actually SEE Camilla's home, or Liv's, or Mike's... No more sketching a floor plan to give me an idea of what the house looked like -- it could have WALLS. I'm dying here...
I have to admit that it was fun watching the character do stuff and interact (one family kept burning their food - mac and cheese and a toaster pastry, I mean, come on) and I found out that they call, ahem, lovemaking "woo hoo" (this arose from my daughter wanting the character modeled after me to get preggo -- she's dying for a sibling). No, she didn't get to watch the "woo hoo", even though it takes place under the covers. And since the Sim vomited after eating the next morning, she's pregnant. DD went to bed last night dreaming up names for the new baby.
Yes, it's addictive even to 6-year-olds.
I just want the building capabilites. I'm dying to see Camilla's house.
Do you suppose it's a tax write-off?
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