23
Oct
09

1.1: The Darkness Before the Dawn

   It’s been a year since parts of the sim world have been locked off in quarantine. The streets are unsafe with all the riots, fires, and of course the air isn’t very breathable for long outside. Many sims are angry about the quarantine, and some joke saying we are “the forgotten children.” I tell them it’s more like “we are the children of the forgotten.” Our lives are so different than they were before, but we must move on; never forget what has brought us here but make a better path. We don’t need their (the scientists, politicians, sims of authority) help, and even if we did they are not here so we must make our own way.                                                                                

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  I’m writing these Chronicles in hopes that someday someone will read them and know what happened to the survivors. I am ambitious enough to start a small militia to clean up the streets so sims are not afraid to go out side (at least for a little while). Vita Alto and her cronies won’t like it but even they need some order in the streets so they can go about acquiring their weekly protraction.

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I have enlisted a help from a small quarter of the former Sunset Valley to start-up a militia. Most of the sims were young eager types, but there were a few older sims who wanted to help like Norman Joy. I was reluctant at first very few sims have the stamina or athleticism for what I plan, but Norman convinced me and I am happy to accept any one who shares the same vision of cleaning up the streets.

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There is one sim that I am quite smitten with, Erin Kennedy she, like me, moved in before the darkness came. I wasn’t expecting to fall for any one. Since the quarantine many sims have been like greedy children snapping up all available and marriageable sims. There is a desperation here to keep the future going and also no one wants to be alone in these troubled times. Erin is much older than I, but I don’t care. Im not like most sims scrambling for scraps I found my other half and I’m not letting her go. There is always darkness before the dawn but I have found a little sliver of that dawn in Erin and in my mission.

23
Oct
09

Prologue

   It’s a brave new world out there. One day the world was plodding along, birds singing, sun shinning, and there I was just a kid straight out of College; not a care in the world. Next thing I know its dark outside and the birds aren’t singing any more- I don’t know if there are birds anymore. Nobody’s too sure what happened; some Sims think it was a bio-weapon that caused the world as we know it to end while other Sims say that our society was just too corrupt to last much longer. It doesn’t matter in the end. We’re all in this mess together, and together we need to make a new world out of the destruction.  Screenshot-97

 I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure the survival of Sim kind and restore Sunset Valley (huh..what a name..the sun has sure set..can’t even see it any more) to some semblance of its former glory.

Screenshot-102 My mission is to restore some order and safety to our streets. Therefore, I have dedicated my life to forming a squad to strike down the lawless riots. The Altos will make my mission difficult. Their greed knows no bounds. But the challenge will make my triumph all the more satisfying.

Screenshot-104 Future generations (there must be a future; we must survive) will continue on my mission to revive Sunset Valley and to give hope to the rest of sim kind. My resolve is unwavering as will my future children’s resolve will be.

          My name is Samuel Hazard and this is the Hazard Chronicles.




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