Remember a couples weeks ago, when I said I wasn’t going to talk about the Facebook Sims ever again? I lied.
I was going to stop playing once I made a fourth room to my house. I was going to stop once I built the double bed, so my Sim could “WooHoo!” with his girlfriend. I was going to stop after the BigScreen TV, the Writer skill-up to Level 10, and the Pink Lawn Flamingos. But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop the Sims cycle of addiction.
Now, I’m just confirming what we all already know. Video games are just as rewarding to the brain, if not moreso than real life.
I mean, when you mow your Sim lawn, money pops out! Money! And it makes a poppy noise! And then a jingly money noise when you collect it. I’d be mowing my lawn everyday if that happened in real life.
I’m the only person among my friends to make a black Sim. I don’t understand why everyone else tried to make a close-approximation real life version of themselves. How boring. Reginald Omar Klein is a pimp and that’s why his house has house has purple walls.
Reginald Omar Klein wants you to come over and visit, subvert the government, smoke a doobie (not a real Sim option), and WooHoo! in his shower. Come. Come join us at Sims Social. And you too can have an addiction to purchasing pink lawn flamingos.
(Actually, I think I think I’ve run out of space to build stuff. This is like that time I ran out of levels in Angry Birds. Addiction over!)