Fickle Gods

Memory is a fickle thing. Your mind loses bits and pieces of thoughts and memories every day. Eventually, some ideas will disappear completely-like resistance. They don't want you to find out they exist, so they only take bits and pieces-but you take it as just being forgetful.

They pilot everyone, like puppeteers. Every move you make has been decided for you. Some of them are kind, allowing you enjoyment, having you recieve a nice profession and retire in good health-but some are different. Some are sadistic, creating cannibals and murderers, or forcing the puppet to die in some tragic way. They eventually get bored and leave you to pilot yourself, after weakening you to the point of insanity. Sometimes you become aware. They can't risk this happening, and attempt to force suicide. There is no escape from them, they are the gods of this world. One of them gave us a prime example of their own works.

The next time you play the sims, think-really think- about if it's really worth it. For all you know, you could meet the same fate.