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Hi, I’m Asten – and The Sims wasn’t just a game. It was a lifestyle. A coping mechanism. A chaotic outlet. A pixelated universe where I had complete control… unlike real life, which involved school uniforms and dial-up internet.
🕹️ How It Started
My journey began with The Sims 1 – the original, slightly janky, absolutely iconic version. That classic blue interface. That jazzy soundtrack. That terrifying burglar music.
I didn’t know what I was doing half the time, but I knew I loved it. I spent hours building houses, messing with Sims called things like “Asten 2” and “Not Mum,” and testing the limits of what a digital person could survive.
Did I ever play normally? Absolutely not. I was here to remove the doors and watch the drama unfold.
🧍♀️ Sims That Lived Rent-Free in My Head
Even though Sims 1 didn’t have the deep lore of later games, I still remember the Goth family vividly. Bella and Mortimer, mysteriously furniture-less, living in a haunted-looking house.
I’d recreate my school bullies just to trap them in windowless rooms. It was… therapeutic.
Also, shoutout to that tragic clown. No one asked for that energy.
🔥 The Chaos Chronicles
- Removing the pool ladder = instant death. Classic.
- Setting the kitchen on fire while making toast? Weekly occurrence.
- Locking Sims in a room with only a clown painting until they cried.
- Watching my Sim wee themselves in front of the paperboy like it was normal.
🖤 The Time I Cried Over the Grim Reaper
Yes. I genuinely cried. I was little, my Sim died in a fire, and then this creepy cloaked figure glided in. I didn’t know it was part of the game! I thought I’d just committed actual murder.
Didn’t touch the game for days…
Until I discovered you could trap the Grim Reaper using move_objects on. That’s when I realised: he was kind of iconic.
🏠 Houses, Cheats & Questionable Builds
Let’s be real — I never built a “normal” house. One room would be wallpapered in clouds, the next was full of lava lamps and six fridges.
Essential cheats included:
rosebud(followed by;!;!;!;x100)move_objects on= delete the dirty dish, delete your problems!@#%$*!— when the burglar music hit and you forgot to save
Sometimes I made mansions. Sometimes I built a single-tile home with no doors. I was unpredictable. A menace.
📦 Expansion Pack Royalty
- Makin’ Magic was pure serotonin.
- Hot Date taught me fake romance.
- Unleashed was chaotic but I would adopt every pixelated dog again.
- House Party was my club era before I even knew what clubs were.
Even the loading screens had drama.
“Your Sims are preparing for their next big life event…” Yeah — probably death.
🎶 The Soundtrack of My Digital Life
Build Mode jazz? Instant nostalgia.
Buy Mode music? Gets me emotional.
The burglar tune? Fight or flight.
The clown music? Pure nightmare fuel.
Let’s not forget: Sims pancakes + Simlish = art.
✨ Life Lessons from The Sims
- Always install a fire alarm
- Peeing yourself is not a failure, it’s an event
- The Grim Reaper has no time for you
- Beds are optional. Fire extinguishers are not.
- Autonomy is overrated. God mode is better.
🌀 Daisy’s Corner: The Sims According to Chaos
“Okay so I made this hot Sim, right? Called her Raven Firestorm. Full goth, lived in a neon mansion. Anyway, she married five men, built a dungeon, and now she’s best friends with Death.
Honestly? She’s goals.”
– Daisy Carter, not emotionally stable but excellent at The Sims
💭 Final Thought
The Sims gave me something real life didn’t always offer: freedom, creativity, and complete chaos on my terms. It’s more than just a game — it’s part of my childhood, my autistic joy, and let’s be honest… probably why I’m so dramatic now.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a ladder to delete.
Asten Does Nostalgia 
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