The Sims™ first
entered my life shortly after its release back in 2000 (seems like
forever ago). I can't say I had many PC games at that point - a few
forgettable games here and there, Discworld II (still a favourite), and Bram Stoker's Dracula (awful, just awful). I fell in love with The Sims right away and have never lost that love!

Not that that went well...
Three hours - three long hours!
- I spent redecorating 5 Sim Lane after evicting the Goth family (shame on me!), all
so my little Scissorhanded Sim could have the big gloomy house with its
own graveyard. I thought I'd really outdone myself in comparison to the
modest build I'd had for my little self-Sim. In Edward comes, ready to
tour his new abode only to shake his head and go "urgh" at literally
EVERYTHING!
I
was so angry, so upset, so disappointed... so much so that I
desperately set about re-doing everything to try and appease the wirey-haired little bastard.
That's when I knew my life was over.
EA got me. They got me good. Damn them...