Sisi psyched herself and
pushed herself to meet new sims. She also argued with
herself that cream cheese
is not made of moondust. This argument continued on while she
exercised for a perfect body.
As she worked on her abs,
Sisi felt vibrations in the air. With each passing sim, Sisi
could feel their essence, the basis of all souls. It smelled like
perfection, the scent of a well tended ambrosia. The scent began to
gnaw at her soul, as it was forewarned by the Simcronomicon.
Immortality waited for her.
Sisi caught sight of a
man, a cute man with shaggy hair and a boyish mien. She stopped her
reps and began arguing with herself again. She didn't know if she
should introduce herself to the cute guy or
to the giant boulder next to her home.
Sanity triumphed. Sisi
walked down from her stoop and introduced herself to the
guy. And as the influence
of the Simcronomicon had tainted her soul, she felt all of his
essence, and the essence of lust swayed her. His name was Cayden
Little, the first of the thirteen.
As stated by the
Simcronomicon, Sisi was required to woo and flirt and tease
and woo-hoo with him
although there was a footnote that states that being
boyfriends with them was
enough. No matter. Sisi pressed on. Their talk led to titillating
banter, and the flirtatious aura seeped through her like an engorged
beehive that dripped of honey.
Days went by, and their
bond strengthened. Sisi finally captured the essence of lust, and with it, Sisi caught something else that could lead to the second.
No comments:
Post a Comment