Week 5: Growing Up
Day 36: Casa del Vomit
This entry is going to be short. Why? A simple act of nature. Well, not nature in the sense that a tree fell on the house. Nature as in, “shit happens”. Or, in this case, puke happens. A lot of it. It all began in the morning. Everyone had just woken up, and Farrah was making her delicious pancakes for breakfast. The group was eagerly awaiting those flapjacks of awesomeness, and when she placed them on the table, MML straight up devoured them. Within a few minutes of finishing, however, they all gained the “nauseous” debuff. I was perplexed, to say the least. The pancakes were fresh, with no odd ingredients or fancy traits. Just, pancakes. Nonetheless, everyone was feeling inexplicably queasy. I looked around the house, searching for traces of old food, dirty dishes, disgusting laundry. Nothing. I tried to find spoiled items in their inventories. Again, empty. They all went on their way, acting as if nothing was wrong. Though, when I saw Claudia surfing the web, I grew a little suspicious.
Shortly before 10 am, it began – what I’m calling the Day of Reckoning. It struck Farrah first, doubling her over in stomach-heaving pain. She barely made it to the bathroom. An hour later, it was Pete’s turn.
Robi, the stoic, headstrong bastard that he is, tried to play it all off, walking around the house as a cold sweat broke out all over his body. Eventually, he walked outside, perhaps thinking that the fresh air would clear his head. It did not.
For some reason, Claudia came out as he was painting the sidewalk with his stomach contents. Perhaps to check on him and see if he was alright. Needless to say, it was not a wise decision on her part.
This continued all damn day. Whenever anyone has puked before it’s been a one-and-done thing. They feel sick. They pukes. They’re back to normal. This time, everyone spewed at least twice. Poor Pete emptied himself four freakin’ times. Four! I didn’t know gastro-intestinal ailments existed in the game, but here they were in full force, reducing my group of healthy young adults into a heap of simpering, vomit-encrusted children. Whatever was up with those pancakes, their bodies let them know just how much they hated them.
By now, everyone was feeling pretty down. It was 5 pm, they were tired, disgusting, and grumpy. Surprisingly, they were also hungry, which I’m sure is just part of the illness’ game. It makes them hungry, which fills their stomachs, which is basically the illness’ way of reloading its weapon. It was at this point that Farrah did what I can only describe as “God Damn Stupid”. She made her newest recipe – Stew Surprise.
Everyone ate it, and against all odds, no one threw up. An instant of game logic not following common sense, I guess. If I would’ve eaten something called “stew-surprise” during my bout of food poisoning, I think I would try to drown myself in the toilet rather than enduring another round of body-emptying vomit waves. Luckily for these Sims, their bodies simply could puke no more. Now, I’m not saying that this day of days didn’t leave them at least slightly altered. For example, I found Claudia laying on Bertram’s bed, watching TV.
Bertram politely reminded her that it was indeed his room not too long after, and by this time, everyone was ready for bed, thus bringing to close a day with little activity, but plenty of memories. Terrible, terrible memories, but memories nonetheless. It’s safe to say, none of them will ever forget the day the pancakes revolted.