3.April.2015

There has never been more proof until you see the stories below, told by real Sims players on Reddit, that every Sims player has a little evil in them. Some of these stories are just creepy, some are just funny, and some hit home when you realise you could easily tell five stories of insane events you caused in your own Sims life. The best of the Sims stories found in the Reddit thread have been posted here for your entertainment, and if you are interested in finding out some more sickening tales they can be found here. We hope you enjoy knowing you're not the only sicko out there who tortures their pixel counterparts! 

1. Hitting on my own daughter:

 "I wanted to see how many children I could have out of wedlock and still be an absent father. I would strike up conversations with every woman on the street, invite them home, seduce them, and ignore them. Rinse, repeat. Eventually my sims "family tree " grew incredibly large with children I had never met. I think I got to around 40 kids or so. This was the Sims 3, so you could walk around downtown and hang out with your neighbors. Eventually, my Sims little black children started popping up all over town, easily recognizable in a game that has predominantly white Sims. Every time I saw a black kid, I would run away to avoid meeting them. They would chase me down the street with "action events" like "tell dad about birthday" or "talk about school." Obviously I had to nope right out of there as quick as possible in order to maintain my status as the anonymous biological father of over half of Riverview's children.

So one day im doing my thing as usual- I see a fine looking woman on the sidewalk. "Can't wait to impregnate her and leave" I sadistically think to myself. This is my normal routine, of course. But something was wrong. No matter how much I talked to her, the "flirty" options would never appear. What the hell!! Is she really the first girl to not be in to me?

And then it hit me.

This woman I'm trying to seduce is my full grown daughter who I've never met. Hence why the romantic dialogue was not available.

I know its just a game, but I think somehow I'm going to hell for this."

2. Cult fun:

"I started a cult in my basement. Had a very charismatic man living upstairs who would go around town, meet and befriend people, then bring them by to his house. They thought they were coming over for a date. When they got there he'd take them downstairs, lead them in to a small cell with a toilet, bed, shower, and fridge, small table, and sink then he'd lock the door so that only himself and the cult leader could open it.

The cult leader was a rather large man with tiger facepaint, who was also very charismatic. He would wander through the basement, visiting the cells of these people. It would take weeks, but they started warming up to him. Eventually they would fall in love with him. Once they invited him in to their bed, their cell door was unlocked and they were welcomed in to the main room with all the other cult members, where they formed a band, skinny dipped pretty much all the time, and learned to cook for the hostages who had not yet converted.

Then one day the guy upstairs fired up the grill and burned the entire house down. All the cult members fled to their original homes, their families seemingly accepting them without any question."

3. The fireman's daughter:

"One time, I created a a husband and wife. The husband got the wife pregnant. They were so excited.one day, the kitchen caught on fire when the husband fell asleep while baking. That's the day everyone's lives changed. Forever.

The firemen came to put it out. No one was hurt. I always liked to hurry up and introduce my characters to the firemen before they leave the scene of a fire. I think it was just a challenge because if you couldn't get to them fast enough they'd disappear forever. But if you could just make a quick intro, they were then available for your sim to call and hang out with whenever.

So wife sim says hello. They strike up a convo, the fireman leaves. One day wife sim invites fireman sim out. They talk, they dance, and really hit it off. It isn't long before wife sim and fireman sim are having a full blown affair!

One day, the husband walks in on his wife with the fireman and gets all mad (despite him having been engaged sexually with the neighbor man for some time. But wife sim didn't know about that). So they divorce. Husband sim leaves, never to be heard from again.

Eventually the wife and the fireman move in together, into a new house. A fresh start. Then it's time for the baby, or should I say, BABIES! Twins! She pops out two beautiful baby girls! And despite the fact that they're not biologically his, the fireman loves them all the same.

They're one big happy family for years. The fireman works (though I can't remember if he keeps that career), wife raises the children. Until the girls are in the child stage. The wife starts stepping out. She doesn't even hide it. Just starts having dudes over and bangs them whenever. The fireman is mad but doesn't divorce her. He makes sure the girls get dinner while his wife is banging two dudes one night. He's upset, they argue, but they stay together for a while. The wife eventually leaves. I have her move out into a house with a bunch of guys and they have their own story, but Bang House is a story for a different day.

The fireman is now a single dad, raising two grade-school age daughters. He hires a nanny and works, coming home in the evenings to help with homework and make spaghetti, spend quality time. Eventually the girls are teens. He makes sure to intimidate their boyfriends and talk to them regularly about their problems.

Then they're off to college (sims university) and his work is done! He successfully raised two teenage daughters practically by himself and they weren't even his! Time to kick back and enjoy his life as a single man! He's finally free. And that's when things get dicey. I don't know why I did it. I'm not a sick person, I swear. Looking back, I think I just wanted to see if it was even possible.

One day, daughter one decides to go home and visit the only dad she ever knew. She drives her little rickety car home, has spaghetti with pops like always. They watch tv and talk. I remember thinking they looked so cute, after everything they'd been through. She has the best dad in the world, and he has this beautiful, studious young daughter. And they're just joking around on the couch as usual. That's when I decided to pull the trigger. And have her flirt with him.

He's IMMEDIATELY receptive. It was like it was a long time coming. Everything happened so fast and soon, they were woohooing in the hot tub I bought him as a "your daughters graduated from high school" present. Then in the bed. Then the tub again. This guy is just running a train in his daughter. I couldn't even stop them at a certain point.

Then they got engaged. Some real Woody Allen shit right there. Except, it was never really in question who her father was. He was there when she was born! He raised her, by himself half the time! This was abhorrent. Anyway so they got married and the other twin attended the ceremony like it was the just the most normal thing in the world. Fucking dumb ass sims. Depraved assholes, the lot of them. But great entertainment."

4. P.I. exploits:

"Mine goes something like this: In the Sims 3, my sim was a private investigator who had a thing for Woohooing every woman who gave him a case, every one. So eventually he got one from his friend's wife. Sticking to his code he gave her a good ol' fashioned woohoo. Now he thought a lot about his actions and decided it wasn't really fair to her husband and his friend that he woohooed his wife, so he woohooed him too. He confessed to cheating to both of them, broke them up, abandoned both of them, and stole his cop car. He returned it because, turns out, they're not worth anything (cheap ass government). Eventually he got sick of their attitude towards him and invited them to a "party". Due to his knowledge of crimes they were never seen again and Mr. PI got to continue his carnal actions in peace."

5. The tale of Tony:

"I had a really Alpha roommate in military "A" school. It's sort of like college for 9 months. His name was Tony. He always thought me playing the Sims was super lame and would laugh at me.

One day I decided to recreate Tony in The Sims. I made his character super buff and gave him all these awesome characteristics and got him a super sweet military job. Over the course of a week or so Tony would watch me play and he eventually got real into watching The Sims version of himself succeed. He loved that I made him (what an Alpha thing right?) and he loved his Sim. He would ask me, "hey antboy, how's Tony doing??" I got Sim Tony married, with kids, and I kept real life Tony up on his life in the Sims military and promotions and learned traits.

Then Sims Tony found the Beatles.

I quit Sims Tony's military job and pursued a career in music. I tried to learn guitar from scratch. I played so much that I neglected my wife and my kids and hung out a lot with the young neighbor boy who also had a guitar. Sim Tony fell in love with the neighbor boy and moved in with him to a new lot. Sim Tony got fired for not showing up to work and stopped working out and became an enemy to his old friends. He was now gay Tony the failed musician. I did this over the course of another week and real life Tony would watch in the background asking me "Why are you doing that?!"..."Did he just kiss that guy??"..."Does he live with that guy??"..."What the hell did you do to Tony??"

Real life Tony got really upset with me for awhile. There was weird air in our room for awhile and he would get mad when I brought up The Sims. I ended up deleting the game but saving the save file. We're still friends but he never really got over it."

6. Death in the pool:

"A thriving family of five is living in their brand new, beautiful two story house. It's a sweltering summer day, so Dad says "Hey everyone, let's go for a swim in our new pool!" Everyone changes into their new swimsuits and jumps in. Everyone except for Diane, the oldest daughter. She'd rather stay inside and chat online with boys.

The family swims in their new pool, laughing, splashing, having a great time. Mom does a cannon ball. Things are great.

"Dad, I'm hungry," says Tommy, the youngest.

"Hmm," replies Dad, "We have been swimming an awfully long time. Alright folks, let's hop out and I'll make us some Goopy Carbonara!"

The kids cheer, and Dad heads towards the ladder to get out.

"Well, that's odd," he says. "Could've sworn the ladder was right here." He looks around, panic starting to swell in his chest. The ladder is gone.

"Dad?" asks little Tommy.

"I... I don't know what's happening," replies Dad. "It will be okay, just stay calm and keep swimming in circles. The ladder is sure to turn up sooner or later."

They swim, frantically looking for the ladder. On and on they swim, searching, panicking. They're screaming now, but Diane can't hear them over her rock music.

Hours and hours pass. The youngest, Billy, is the first to go. As the strength finally leaves his body, he sinks to the bottom. His body disappears, and a tombstone appears next to the pool.

Tommy and Mom follow soon thereafter. Dad's soul is crushed. What started as such a happy day has now become a tragedy beyond measure. If only there had been some way to get out of the pool without the ladder... but it was too late for that now. He paddles his last and his tombstone appears next to his family's. The pool is silent.

And now, the part of my story that gets a little bit sad.

The next morning, Diane comes down from her room. "Mom? Dad?" she calls into the quiet house. Nothing.

She checks the bedrooms, the living room, the basement. Nothing. She checks out front, still nothing. Then she walks out back and sees the graves.

Reality hits her like a ton of bricks. She sinks to her knees, and begins to cry. She cries until her sides ache, until she feels like she can barely breathe. What happened here? Why is her whole family dead? Who did this?

She continues to cry and cry and cry, until realistically she should be out of tears but they still keep coming.

Eventually another feeling takes over; a rumbling in her stomach brings her away from her world of sorrow and back into the real world. She hasn't eaten since yesterday; best get something quick, so she can resume her mourning.

Unfortunately, she never learned how to cook. Not a problem, she'll just order a pizza. She calls the delivery place, and they tell her the pizza will be there in 30 minutes. Great, she thinks, that gives me plenty of time to mourn.

She returns to the side of the pool and reopens the faucet of her heart. Her tears drip into the pool, slightly altering its PH balance but that's unimportant. What is important is that she became so engrossed in her mourning that she didn't hear the doorbell ring when her pizza arrived half an hour later.

Hours pass and her pizza is left rotting on the front porch. Her hunger once again brings her out of her stupor, and she renters the house to order another pizza. They tell her 30 minutes. Great, she thinks, that gives me plenty of time to mourn.

Hours pass. Days pass. The cycle continues, and the ever-growing pile of rotten pizza in front of the brand new house is buzzing with flies.

Diane is still mourning. Her body is emaciated, her stomach is bloated and distended as she enters the final stage of starvation. She hangs up the phone. 30 minutes. I'll have so much time to mourn, she thinks. So much time...

She crawls back outside to be with the graves of her family. She curls up next to her father's grave, and the last breath leaves her body in a long, steady sigh. Her twig-like body is still, and disappears into the ether. Her grave stone appears right next to the others.

It's true that I watched this all happen. I could have saved her. I could have broken the cycle. But like a documentary film crew following a lost lion cub, it was imperative I did nothing; for if we do not let nature take its course, how can we ever truly understand it?

... Okay so yeah, selling the pool ladder was my bad, but after that nature had to take its course."

7. Why children shouldn't be allowed to play God:

 "My ten year old brother is not allowed to play The Sims anymore. He built a sims concentration camp. His attention to detail was very unsettling. Sims were packed into tiny rooms with only an easel. They'd paint to support the facility, and slept in their own excrement. When they would start to wear out, he'd have his "guards" take the prisoner to the crematorium to be burned.

We found his project when he was completing his breeding factory portion. He thought the whole thing was hilarious. Right down to the crematorium.

This spooked us quiet a bit."

If any of these stories, or all of these stories, hit your funny bones remember to check out the original Reddit thread. If you're in search of more fun anger stories about Sims, you should also check out the Chinman Chronicles. It is beautiful in its' own right.