Meet My Neighbors

There is a large, gorgeous house on the corner. Bob and Margie live there with two of their kids, Bobby Jr. and Cloe. The oldest son (Frank) died in a house fire and now haunts the family at night. Bob is a cop and Margie is working her way into politics. Bobby is getting a B average in school and Cloe is trying to get into show biz. She plays an awesome piano. Lately, Margie has been getting a little bit too friendly with Jake, the gorgeous bachelor that lives around the corner. Bobby Jr. almost caught the two of them in the bathroom together (Margie taking a bath and Jake taking a poop). Bob doesn’t seem to have noticed because he is so wound up in his career.

Jake is in the military, works out all the time, and has the bod to prove it. He is a slob, but has a maid who keeps the house looking good. He has a hot tub and a pool table and throws a lot of parties for the neighbors. He flirts with all the women, but has his eye on that cute little blonde, Margie. He has been keeping his distance though, he doesn’t want to get into trouble with his C.O. nor is he especially found of jealous husbands who get paid to carry guns. However, they have been getting pretty careless in their relationship lately, especial that close call they had the other day when Margie’s little boy walked into the bathroom.

The Hansen’s live next door to Jake. Stan is a scientist and making good money, his wife Peggy stays home and takes care of the house and yard work. She is an exceptional chef and painter but is a little bit on the naïve side. Their son Bradley is working in politics with Margie and dating her daughter Cloe. The Hansen’s have a daughter, who’s real name is Mercedes. Her family calls her Sadie but she wants to change her name to “Spawn” if she ever figures out how. She spends a lot of time painting in her dark room (she sells a few paintings every now and then) or wandering around in the cemetery. For entertainment, she likes to shock people by making sexual advances on everyone, male and female, however, her heart has always (secretly) belonged to Frank. She has become even more withdrawn since his death.

There are other neighbors I don’t know too much about yet, but I can’t wait to run their lives.

Meet my Sims! :slight_smile:

Don’t you hate it when a friend gets addicted to “The Sims” and starts talking about their ploygonal pals like they’re real?

Mr. Rilch gave me the Sims for my birthday, and I installed it, but it keeps shutting down my computer! Grrr!


Sing glogalimp, sing glugalump,
From deep inside the Wuggly Ump.

Even worse - when it is you who is addicted!