This is more completely random than anything else…
Kord : I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! I just forgot to drink anything, and the lack of free will prevented me from drinking that nice man over there! You know the one full of sweet delicious blood!
Reaper/Damien: *pulls out book, flips through pages*THIS ISN’T IN THE SCRIPT.
I KNOW. What are you doing Kord? And are you actually blaming me for this?
Rehal: *sniffle* I’m sorry! I didn’t know abandoning him at the club to autonomously go to work meant he was going to die police officer!
Lance: Dude…it’s just me Lance…And who the hell are you anyway?
Zyla: ALRIGHT! I got the recipe, and I’ve now magically acquired the level 10 in cooking skill, let’s revive Kord!
Simon: SOMETHING IS WRONG HERE. What’s he doing in here!?
Velor: *smirks and winks at simon*
Caterpillar: I think there’s something called TOO CLOSE. Also you stink.
Anna: I had an accident at my part time grave yard job…:(
Cheschire cat: Look at me! Imma just chill….
YEAH WELL. Things don’t always go as planned in sims. Everything’s good though, Kord was brought back to life.
Also, I was recently forced to write a Shakespearean sonnet, and well since this is a sort of literary piece I decided to share with you guys so you could give me your feedback. It’s my first ever sonnet, just saying…
I have never believed in magic,
Nor in the beauty of a sunrise,
Never have I felt any panic,
That is until the day I met your eyes.
I have never believed in true love,
Nor in the gentleness of the sea,
Never has my heart soared like a dove,
That is until you spoke to me.
I have never believed in pure joy,
Nor in the notion of a cloud nine,
Never have I wished to simply enjoy,
That is until the day your skin met mine.
But now I possess all of these things,
Caught as I am in your delicate strings.