Controlled- A Video Game-Based Novel

Division 2

I hear the sounds of money and come to the conclusion that Fecit here is using cheat codes to get a shit ton of money.

Now I officially have 1,000,000 bucks. Fuckin' sweeeeeet. I'm basically bathing in notes. How cool would it be if you could take a bath in money? Too bad this game doesn't have that feature. Maybe XU will bring that out in the next update. 

Fecit finally makes a decision on a house. Shit that took a while. Bitch.

My house is quite lavish if I do say so myself and god damn is my bookshelf huge. I can feel my bookworm trait working it's way to my brain. I'll read one later. Or three.

Fecit clicks on the toilet and, even though I don't need to pee, I still am forced to sit down and empty my empty bladder. A blurry censored bar pops us all around the lower half of my body. Great. I can't even see my own vagina or ass. Where is the realistic standard of zims? Next I am forcibly moved to the kitchen where my legs begin to move toward the fridge and grab out random items. You thought zims actually picked out the proper ingredients for what you decide for us to make? No, we just grab at any bits of food for a few seconds then dump it all on the counter.

By the looks of it, i'm making a salad. No, just no. I want a cheeseburger. Fuck vegetables. Does zims have a Mcdonalds?

"You won't force lettuce down my throat!" I yell at Fecit but that just comes out as;

"Narsal gooberg!"

Why wouldn't it?

Zim language. So understandable. Completely not made up or anything.

After combining god knows what in a bowl for 2 minutes, my salad magically appears all done and ready to eat in front of me.

I have 1.000,000 bucks! Why is this asshat forcing me to make one of the cheapest food items? Is she gonna just hoard money and buy me the bare minimum of household items? Christ.

I see my salad being dragged over to my dining table and I am moved to a mahogany chair and seated. I began to eat my stupid healthy lunch, completely against my will, and finish it in record time (of course).

My hands grab the empty glass bowl and place it in the sink and wash it up.

I hear a noise and see that I have acquired a new skill; cooking. You know because mixing tomato and lettuce in a bowl is totally cooking.

Fecit clicks on my shower and I start to toward it with my swagger walk.

Why do I need to swagger walk to my shower?

Am I trying to intimidate it or something?

The water will be hot you motherfucker!

I jump around in a full circle and my clothes disappear from my animated body. The censored bar returns and this time covers my whole body. Everyone is really missing out on this piece of ass. Too bad for them, I actually feel sorry. I open the shower door and walk inside and instantly start to scrub myself clean like I've just been spending my day rolling around in pig shit. That actually would've been more fun than making then eating a garden salad for my daily meal. If you can even call that a 'meal'.

I eventually climb out of the shower and spin around again, making my 'everyday' clothes reappear on my body.

My mood changes to 'steamy' and I suddenly my mind is filled with hot guys and an urge to embrace someone. Hot guys yes. Embracing people? No. Affection is for losers. But then again, Fecit here will probably force me to chat up some guy in the park tomorrow whether I want to or not.

Miss Chicken Fried Fuck outside of the computer screen clicks on my inviting bed with green sheets. At least if I puke you won't see it. Considering that salad I had and how old those tomatoes tasted, I'm sure they'll be a bit of extra colour to the bed spread by the morning.

I feel my legs carry me over to the book case and realise Fecit has cancelled my action to walk to the bed but instead to the bookshelf. Yes! fuck yes I wanna read. A good book and then bed. Hopefully my mattress isn't too uncomfortable.

The book I choose is called, 'Inside The Cage' by William Deviel. Sounds good enough.

The cursor clicks over to my bed and I swagger over to the right side of it.

Intimidating my bed with my smooth-ass swag.

Maybe I could convince it to become not so lumpy I think as I sit against my pillow with my legs under the sheets.

For some weird reason, my room is cold but I don't see an AC or even a fan in the room.

Typical zims.

Stupid Fecit forgot I can't sleep in my 'everyday' clothes so I put down my book, spin around and BAM I'm wearing my baby blue top and shorts with my black bunny slippers.

I get back into bed and pick my book back up.

Of course I get into bed under the sheets with my slippers on. Who doesn't? I love sleeping in my shoes. So comfortable and it so doesn't make your feet sweat.

After a good hour, I have already read 40 pages of 'Inside The Cage' and god DAMN is this a good story. It's about Lucifer trying to escape The Cage in Hell and trying to gain control of Heaven. Which he succeeds in doing. Awesome. I have never read a book where the bad guy gets want he wants. Have you? No. No you haven't.

Fecit cuts my reading time or maybe it's the bar atop my head that reaches the end, signaling that book time is up. Just when Lucifer is about to slay the final angel as well. Dammit, hopefully Fecit allows me to read tomorrow.

You know how zims will just to randomly walk around the house and start playing a video game or sculpt a dragon from a Bonsai tree? Yeah that's not because it's a normal action we sims do when the user doesn't tell us what to do for a period of time, it's because we notice you aren't making us bake a fudge cake or weed the garden so we take that small window of time to do whatever we want.

Hopefully Fecit fucks off to the toilet or to eat something soon so I can keep reading.

Spoke too soon. Cow face here decides I want to sleep at 9:47. I don't want to

sleep now! God how I wish I could speak my mind without is coming out as 'Daeru Yulloe'. Seriously, it sounds like I'm constantly chanting some ancient greek spell.

And of course I just place the book in the middle of the room. It's not like I have a bedside table or anything.

I climb under the covers and roll onto my side and pull the sheets right up to my neck. Jeesus I can't even decide what position I sleep in? Ridiculous. I'm gonna befriend the most emo looking person tomorrow and converse with them how fucked up our controlled lives are.

Got a plan for tomorrow at least. Hope fuck-face up there is willing to cooperate.

Soon my eyes shut (against my will of course) and I'm forced asleep.

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Sorry, had to change the Sims company name to 'XU' instead of 'EA'.

The name 'Sims' I had to also change for copyright reasons to 'Zims'