i used to be terrified of the scary music that played- for anything, a thief or racoon. i'd cry to my grandparents out of fear often. one time i was playing the sims in the basement (2000s ok that's the only place a family computer fit) & i heard a noise in the fireplace. i go upstairs & cry to my grandpa (normal occurrence) & he said "damn it if you keep getting scared of the sims, you can't play it anymore!" i cried "no there really is a noise!" nope, no more sims for me that night. i pouted in my room & my grandpa went back down to his computer. he comes back up & says to my grandma, "hun, come check out this noise downstairs." there really WAS something in the fireplace- a momma raccoon & a couple babies! anyways, i got to play the sims unbothered for a few more days & my grandpa never gave me crap again. but i'm still afraid of the noise 20 years later :(

In the last 20 hours I have spent 8 of them playing this. I cannot stop. Someone please help me, the smiling mouse knows where I live. The ice-woman has snatched my heart and I'd do anything for her. This land is purgatory and I am its victim.

Update: It's been a single day since I wrote the blurb above. 8 hours has turned into 20 hours. I am sick.

Second update: 20 hours has turned into 40 hours. I'm overwhelmed with despair, for I cannot marry the woman of my dreams. She roams the roads of my village every morning. Her enchanting smile makes me quiver. Her pristine, ethereal dress is carried by the wind itself. Her serene platinum hair is all I dream about. Yet, for all the gardening we've done together, for every moment I was by her side, and for every hurdle we tackled... I'm afraid she cannot be courted. For she is no different than Nature herself; you cannot have her heart, yet she'll never let go of your own.