No one really wants to be a mohawked Scottish commando or a fat cartoon plumber. Those who decry the Sims as dreary and pointless don't appreciate the import of these oh-so-ordinary desires. Security, freedom, comfort, friends who don't mind if you turn up at their door and demand to use their shower at 4am. This only served to hammer home the great appeal of the Sims - it offers fulfilment of our most mundane wishes, with none of the repercussions. It was only the image of writing this very review in a tent, at night, in the rain, with a screaming cat at my side that stopped me from embarking on an extraordinarily reckless evening. Truly, this is the life.īriefly, I entertained the idea in reality. There are toilets at work, computers in the library, and I can always pull off a guerrilla shower whilst visiting a mate's house. I don't need a house now I've got a tent. Why, I can sleep anywhere! Outside the bookshop! In the park! In my ex-girlfriend's garden! In the graveyard.
My little one-man pyramid of canvas was bought so as not to waste precious hours returning to the hotel whilst out on a long expedition, but it was upon realising it was in my Sim's inventory on my return to homely Riverview that I realised its true worth.
