So begins the long, tedious preparation for The Sims 3: Generations. I have to move alllll my modssss, reset my tooooowwwnnnsss, and convert all my Sim3Packs to package files because they are fucking easier to manage instead of wacky broken shit hiding away in the packs forever in my game haunting me that it’s extremely difficult to remooooove. Fucking EA.
Slave to sims since I was 10. I was happier losing toadstool races. AND THEN THERE WAS THE GUY THAT CAME TO YOUR DOOR AS SOON AS YOU MOVED IN WHO GAVE YOU A FREE FUCKING COMPUTER. Now neighbors don’t even greet you anymore! Good grief!