written by Emelia Johnson
I decided to host the support group meetings in a quaint little house in the starter-home district of Oasis Springs. It was my first time using Build Mode on my own…don’t judge too harshly. We were the last ones to arrive. The house was so full and loud. I walked in quietly (though it wouldn’t have mattered if I wasn’t; everyone was talking at once — it was loud) and took my seat at the head of the table.“Uhmm…hey!”“Hey…hey guys? Can you quiet down for a sec?” “Thanks. Okay.” I took a deep breath. Stay calm. Just tell your story, then prompt others to do the same. Talking is therapeutic. Just talk.“So…welcome!”
“Thank you all so much for coming — it’s been so cool getting to know you all! I believe that having good relationships with others is key to coping with anything. Everyone needs a strong support system. I haven’t always had tha–err, nevermind. Just thank you all for being so friendly and easygoing.”“I want all of you to know that you’re more that welcome to be as open or reserved as you feel comfortable with. I’ll start us out, so no one has to go through that awkward I’m-first-now-what-do-I-say thing. Well, except me…hmm, maybe I didn’t think this through… Hahaha, I’m just kidding.”“I remember it like it was yesterday. Granted, it wasn’t that long ago… Normal Life Span and all, you know.
“My child trait was Genius, and my parents pushed me to be a Whiz Kid as well as the Social Butterfly that I wanted to be. To make a long story short, I became really smart really quickly. I wasn’t a super imaginative child, but I was curious and observant. I asked thousands of questions to anyone who would listen, and when no one would listen, I would watch. I guess I discovered the Game that way.
“I’d read about some people believing in “the Watcher,” a Creator, or God-like being, who watches over us and guides our actions. My parents never talked about any ‘higher being,’ and my grandpa flat-out denies the possibility of one. He says he only believes in what he can experience.
“Being the curious child I was, I wanted to know. I read all the conspiracy theories about what “controls” us, what influences us how to act and be who we are — Aliens, Astrology, Fate, the Watcher, the “Player.” I wrote them off as what they were — theories.
“Then I started noticing things. At first I thought I was just seeing what I wanted to see; I was looking for any truth to those theories, so I started forcing reality to fit them. The theory that stuck out to me most was the “Player.” I started to notice “glitches” — the way a building would disappear if observed from a certain angle; some people would seem to “freeze” then suddenly be on the other side of the park, walking away as if nothing happened.“I began to worry that I would gain the Insane trait on my Teenage birthday! Wouldn’t you?!
“I don’t know why I started questioning things. I don’t know where I learned about ‘the real world.’ I’ve only ever experienced this reality; I shouldn’t be questioning it. But for some reason, I did question it. Some things just didn’t add up. Why do cars drive on the street and boats sail on the lake, but we all teleport everywhere? Why do we draw pictures of animals that no one has ever seen? Those were just a couple of questions that I could not find answers to.
“I found out the truth on accident, really. I told Mom I was going over to Gemma’s house — she’s our neighbor — but while I was on my way, I just stopped. Have you ever had that feeling where you walk into a room, then have no idea why you went in there? It was like that. Anyway, I went upstairs to chat with Gemma on the computer, but Grandpa was upgrading mine, so I used Mom’s new high-tech, super-protected computer that she’d just gotten as a promotion gift from her work. Gemma told me to check out some new video on Sim.tv, but when I started typing it in, ‘Sims 4’ was a recently searched phrase.
Mom works in video gaming, and I watched Gemma play The Sims Forever all the time when we had sleepovers at her house. I assumed it was a sequel to TSF, or a mod or something. Like I said, Mom works in video gaming, so I started going through her files. (Hey, I wanted to be a Social Butterfly…I figured if I had the low-down on the new, upcoming game, it would help me make friends.) “The rest is pretty self-explanatory, I think.” “I guess I’m just kind of used to it now. I’ve come to terms with it and look for the positive opportunities in it — like this, S-GAS, for instance.
Okay, I’ve been rambling on and on about myself for like an hour… Who wants to go next? Uhhh…anyone? Anyone at all? Hang on guys, not everyone at once! That was sarcastic, by the way.”