The House by the Sea
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+S through Z › The Sims
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,846
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I hold no copyright over the Sims 2 or any of its add-on packs. Any resemblance to persons living, dead, or similarly created is coincidental. No money was or will be made with the writing of this story.
The House by the Sea
There sits a big house down by the shore,
A marvelous big house full of secrets...and more.
Yes there's a tale to be told of that house by the shore.
So snuggle up close and try to keep warm.
For you see...
A man used to live in that house by the sea,
With his wife and his daughter--
and a robo-butler--
How neat!
The picture was perfect, the scene quite complete
In that candy-colored house by the sea...
But as in life, not all pastels are a shade of sweet.
First the daughter went wild,
Snuck from the house, met with boys, lost her guile...
And not long after that, the daughter-so-young
gave birth to her very own bastard-son.
OH the shame!
OH the shame!
Her outraged father did exclaim,
just before threatening to erase her and her name.
In terror she fled, far from her father's rage
Far too from that candy-colored cage.
Yes to save her head the daughter had fled,
Winding up (by coincidence) in the robo-butler's bed.
Oh well and alas, for as sad as the move
Much later on would prove smartly behooved.
At least the wife was still true!
She was younger than him,
Ambitious and slim,
with all of the rich-man's-wife's trim.
The man loved his wife, and she loved him...
and Tony
and Stan
and Daniel
and Jan
and occasionally the gardener named Kim.
But it was not Kevin or Lou in her bed that day,
Nor Peter
or Paul
or the man called Vyn.
No, it wasn't any of them!
Just some schmoe from the gym...
What was his name?
Oh yeah, it was Ben.
Ben, that schmuck!
That wrinkled old duff!
Giving the wife seven inches of stuff!
Oh the man roared and he raged,
threw punches and swayed,
got his ass kicked,
and could not be assuaged.
Tearful and frightened, the wife should have left...
But she enjoyed the man's billfold--even saddled with debt.
"I know!" She thought--having been caught once before--
"I'll ____________ his ____________ until he can't __________ anymore! Then he'll forget how I've played the whore."
So she _________________ his _____________ and ____________ it some more, even going so far as to ______________ by the door...
But the man wasn't fooled by this nice, easy score.
He struck at her once,
He struck at her twice,
Promising any bastards in her would be birthed with a knife.
The man left her then to cry on the floor,
while he went all Poe and bricked up the door.
Though seething with rage, the man did make one concession to his cheating wife's cage:
(the master's room had a master's bath, with access to the master's hall--so only that last-mentioned door got another Poe wall)
Without the lost daughter's pity and the robo-butler's thought,
An ugly, smelly death the cheating wife would have got.
But thanks to them and a small window, she (sort of) survived.
The robo-lover would climb the side,
Bringing a basket of goodies to the trapped bride,
And carrying away trash and other used-up supplies.
"But why not just rescue her?" You might ask of this one.
Well--and do pardon the pun--the man made it clear:
Should a hand be offered, the price would be dear--
the Robo-friend would be "unplugged"
(in technical-talk, that means un-done).
The mad man waited,
Day after day,
For the spectre of Death to come out this way.
"Spirit away the soul of the whore!
Listening to screams has become such a bore."
Unfortunate for him that Life is unkind,
as thanks to the robot, the wife was just fine...ish.
And rather than Death, to whom the man often spoke,
the house was visited by an ill-humoured stork.
Yes, I said stork--the trapped wife,
with the screwed up life,
had grown fat and swoll not from inaction,
but the housing of souls.
With more screams and a push,
(and a rip from her V all the way to her tush)
the former wife birthed not one soul but TWO.
Asimov ruled a long time ago
That no harm comes to humans from a robo-blow,
but he never counted on robos with heart,
This, in the light of some things, wasn't so smart.
The robo-butler, bolstered by courage and love,
gave the mad husband--his creator--one hell of a shove,
The madman collapsed,
Chest compact, organs made mush,
Losing his last breath in a tremendous rush.
Then Robo-hero pushed the bricked-over door,
freeing (at last!) the new mother's soul...
Well not so much her soul as her body was freed,
as well as her babies, squalling with need.
With the madman dead and the caged woman freed...ish,
the shamed daughter and the robo-hero cleaned up the mess--
Their story ends with a full nursery and white wedding dress.
They're a big, beautiful family
In the big, beautiful house by the sea,
Happy and healthy and safe as can be...
And only the occasional bout of paranormal activity.
ENDE
A marvelous big house full of secrets...and more.
Yes there's a tale to be told of that house by the shore.
So snuggle up close and try to keep warm.
For you see...
A man used to live in that house by the sea,
With his wife and his daughter--
and a robo-butler--
How neat!
The picture was perfect, the scene quite complete
In that candy-colored house by the sea...
But as in life, not all pastels are a shade of sweet.
First the daughter went wild,
Snuck from the house, met with boys, lost her guile...
And not long after that, the daughter-so-young
gave birth to her very own bastard-son.
OH the shame!
OH the shame!
Her outraged father did exclaim,
just before threatening to erase her and her name.
In terror she fled, far from her father's rage
Far too from that candy-colored cage.
Yes to save her head the daughter had fled,
Winding up (by coincidence) in the robo-butler's bed.
Oh well and alas, for as sad as the move
Much later on would prove smartly behooved.
At least the wife was still true!
She was younger than him,
Ambitious and slim,
with all of the rich-man's-wife's trim.
The man loved his wife, and she loved him...
and Tony
and Stan
and Daniel
and Jan
and occasionally the gardener named Kim.
But it was not Kevin or Lou in her bed that day,
Nor Peter
or Paul
or the man called Vyn.
No, it wasn't any of them!
Just some schmoe from the gym...
What was his name?
Oh yeah, it was Ben.
Ben, that schmuck!
That wrinkled old duff!
Giving the wife seven inches of stuff!
Oh the man roared and he raged,
threw punches and swayed,
got his ass kicked,
and could not be assuaged.
Tearful and frightened, the wife should have left...
But she enjoyed the man's billfold--even saddled with debt.
"I know!" She thought--having been caught once before--
"I'll ____________ his ____________ until he can't __________ anymore! Then he'll forget how I've played the whore."
So she _________________ his _____________ and ____________ it some more, even going so far as to ______________ by the door...
But the man wasn't fooled by this nice, easy score.
He struck at her once,
He struck at her twice,
Promising any bastards in her would be birthed with a knife.
The man left her then to cry on the floor,
while he went all Poe and bricked up the door.
Though seething with rage, the man did make one concession to his cheating wife's cage:
(the master's room had a master's bath, with access to the master's hall--so only that last-mentioned door got another Poe wall)
Without the lost daughter's pity and the robo-butler's thought,
An ugly, smelly death the cheating wife would have got.
But thanks to them and a small window, she (sort of) survived.
The robo-lover would climb the side,
Bringing a basket of goodies to the trapped bride,
And carrying away trash and other used-up supplies.
"But why not just rescue her?" You might ask of this one.
Well--and do pardon the pun--the man made it clear:
Should a hand be offered, the price would be dear--
the Robo-friend would be "unplugged"
(in technical-talk, that means un-done).
The mad man waited,
Day after day,
For the spectre of Death to come out this way.
"Spirit away the soul of the whore!
Listening to screams has become such a bore."
Unfortunate for him that Life is unkind,
as thanks to the robot, the wife was just fine...ish.
And rather than Death, to whom the man often spoke,
the house was visited by an ill-humoured stork.
Yes, I said stork--the trapped wife,
with the screwed up life,
had grown fat and swoll not from inaction,
but the housing of souls.
With more screams and a push,
(and a rip from her V all the way to her tush)
the former wife birthed not one soul but TWO.
Asimov ruled a long time ago
That no harm comes to humans from a robo-blow,
but he never counted on robos with heart,
This, in the light of some things, wasn't so smart.
The robo-butler, bolstered by courage and love,
gave the mad husband--his creator--one hell of a shove,
The madman collapsed,
Chest compact, organs made mush,
Losing his last breath in a tremendous rush.
Then Robo-hero pushed the bricked-over door,
freeing (at last!) the new mother's soul...
Well not so much her soul as her body was freed,
as well as her babies, squalling with need.
With the madman dead and the caged woman freed...ish,
the shamed daughter and the robo-hero cleaned up the mess--
Their story ends with a full nursery and white wedding dress.
They're a big, beautiful family
In the big, beautiful house by the sea,
Happy and healthy and safe as can be...
And only the occasional bout of paranormal activity.
ENDE