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You ask what’s wrong with me? Nothing’s wrong with ME. Is it MY fault that you can’t buy headstones? What other choice than to kill off a few Sims do I have if I want to create a graveyard???

According to the book you get blue ghosts if you let Sims drown, red ghosts if you burn them and ghosts surrounded by flashes of lightning if you electrocute them.
So I created a swimming pool, let 4 of my family of 8 hop in - and then removed the ladder, hee hee.
Then I built a really small kitchen, set 2 Sims to cooking and removed the exit door. Sims that can’t cook usually start fires while trying to prepare a meal.
The last 2 Sims I just left to starve, so I’d have 2 ordinary ghosts as well (hovering, slightly transparent, but otherwise quite normal-looking).
I didn’t try to electrocute Sims because it was late, I was tired and I didn’t have the patience to let them watch TV till the TV-set breaks and then get them to repair it, preferably after first flooding the floor.

So, the Sims in my pool drowned. Their ghosts are not only blue (and transparent), they also leave puddles of water behind. I like that.

The Sims in the kitchen burned according to plan.

The Sims I left to starve proved to be quite hardy. They survived for quite a long time. Then Thomas looked over my shoulder, noticed the deserted kitchen where all the used plates were buzzing with flies and asked: “Why don’t you try ‘death by flies’?”
According to the book this can happen if a really messy Sim never cleans up after himself so that there are more and more flies buzzing around. Eventually they’ll form a swarm and eat him.

So I gave them access to the kitchen to enable them to eat something and so stay alive long enough for the flies to get them.
Naturally, the first thing they did was start a fire, so I bought them a bookcase and set them to learn cooking.

So they survived, surrounded by flies and stinking garbage. Of course they themselves were stinking, too, as I hadn’t bothered to buy them a shower. This didn’t improve their mood, but even so they didn’t fight each other (as frequently happens to Sims that are being slowly tortured to death) but instead played games with each other to get a minimum of fun out of the situation.

What can I say? I took pity on them. I removed them from this lot and bought them a nice piece of real estate, built them a house and got them to start a baby.
They seem quite happy now, but they are afraid of fire and afraid that their spouse might die. I just don’t know why this might be so… ;o) *evil cackle*

And one other thing. Their names are very strange. As they were never intended to be Sims to play with, she’s named Third Victim and he’s named Sixth Victim, ah well….

Hmmm…… I wonder wether I should start my own blog some day. If I could only think of a topic I’m able to babble endlessly about…