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"The Sims 2"

I just bought it. Call me sad if you will, (first person to do so wins my love), but I want to give it a shot.

I will report back on it soon.

P.S.
4 DISCS!

I want to play now

It is pretty dang good.

Oh dear I bought this today when I couldn't locate Madden 2005.

And I love it :' }

poke wrote:

> Not sure about the aging thing though, it seems too soon. It's only
> been about 5 days and my teenager is going to be an adult in 10 days.

I thought this would be crap but you can reverse aging, by drinking the elixir of life.

where the mood, friends and job menu's are, click the bottom icon and its aspiration rewards, for 30000 points you can buy the elixir, my sims are pretty old now but are still in the first days of adulthood

Goatboy wrote:
> It's vaguely similar, but I've never been approached by a large blonde
> gentleman called "Dave" who wanted to touch me.

I have been approached by a slightly fat man called Brian who told me just what he wanted to do to me. I guess I just exude something. Unfortunately it seems to be a homoerotic something.

My brother bought Sims 2 a few hours ago. We created a few characters and so far it's going good, though he did choose a small house which I'm regretting. We use to play the first one a lot, always fighting over who was to play it next. I can tell the game is a lot better from the first and I dont mind that there will be expansion packs.

Not sure about the aging thing though, it seems too soon. It's only been about 5 days and my teenager is going to be an adult in 10 days.

I killed my entire family and my neighbours once. T'was fun :0D

I used to make furnaces by building a room full of ovens and then trying to make someone cook a meal. The frustration of watching them cook it without burning themselves to death was too much, so I just 'planted' a mole into their family by making them all friendly, who would then kill everyone.

It's vaguely similar, but I've never been approached by a large blonde gentleman called "Dave" who wanted to touch me.
Nor have I stood crying because my invisible master locked me in a glass room, David Blaine style, and refused me substance

There was me thinking that was your real life.