Oh, is that you there? Hello.
My name is Franklin. Franklin Wonderland.
I’m ready to take over this household and bring it something that it has been missing from the very beginning.
A sense of style.
I’ve spent a lot of time meditating on the purpose of my life. I’ve decided that I am going to dedicate it to bringing the dark, smoldering beauty of the soul to the Simworld.
My father never got a chance to make his mark. I’m going do what he never had a chance to do.
You can’t even guess how my dark soul sang when I finally celebrated my birthday. No more school! No more stifling conventionality to force me to live the lifestyle They chose for me.
Most importantly, no more waking up in the morning and sleeping at night in order to participate in the mind control known as “education.” I was free.
Everyone else went to sleep at night, but I had other plans.
I was off to see the world.
Starting with the cafe at the amusement park. I was dying for a latte.
That’s a joke, by the way. Unsophisticated form of art, but I couldn’t resist.
I remembered the barista from my last visit here for my baby brother’s birthday. She seemed cuter than I remembered.
I ordered a tall soy cinnamon mocha. The little bit of cinnamon makes up for the lack of blood.
She was delighted to make it for me.
“Everyone else orders such boring coffee!” she said. “I wish more picky people you like you came here.”
Hmm. I prefer to call myself “discerning.”
Afterward, I was thirsty. You know, thirsty. So I started up a conversation with the cute barista. I really turned up the charm.
“Who are you?” I asked. “Your eyes are like fire.”
“I look into those eyes, and I lose all sense of balance. Tell me how you do it.”
“You are so cute!” she squealed. “That’s the most creative pickup line I’ve ever heard. My name is Jiao Hatfield.”
“Don’t worry, Jiao,” I said. “This won’t hurt a bit. You’ll even enjoy it.”
“What!” Jiao gasped. “What are you doing with your eyes!”
Then it was like a bomb going off at the base of my skull.
“Whoa, lady, what are you?”
There was a whole lot more to this girl that meets the eye!
“Are you all right?” Jiao asked.
“Please don’t bleed. I can’t stand the sight of blood!”
“Please help….” I whispered.
“Yes! Please let me help!” Jiao cried.
“I need…. I think I need your phone number.”
“I think you’d better leave, mister.”
Well, that was unkind!
I was still desperately thirsty. I decided to ask the crystal ball to help me find someone with a drinkable blood supply.
This is encouraging! It looks like my meal will come to me!
The sun was rising. I headed home before I got too burnt.
My brothers and sisters were getting ready for school and generally being responsible citizens. The poor deluded souls. Someday their minds will expand, and they will understand that there are better ways to be.
“Hey, Gideon,” I said. “Do you think you could do the dishes before you leave? This place is a mess.”
“You could help around here,” Gideon shot back.
“Ah, but you see,” I explained. “I don’t eat food, so I don’t dirty dishes. This is your problem.”
I did get a chance to catch up on family gossip.
Aunt Caitlin is doing quite well for herself.
But Uncle Christof thinks a lot more like me.
After a while, I realized that one of my siblings was missing. “Hey,” I said. “Where’s Helen?”
“Oh, she’s around,” Mom said. “She said she had to pick something up before school.”
“You all have really inspired me with your entrepreneurial spirit,” I said. “It’s making me wonder if I ought to alter my philosophy.”
“Perish the thought!”
No fails! (Yes)
Here we are. I finally started Generation 3. Jiao Hatfield is, obviously, one of Franklin’s mate prospects. I liked her when I saw her in the amusement park coffee shop before, but she was Face One, so I randomized her face in CAS. I think she came out adorable.
But there are other options. Hang tight.
This was a really hard post to get into the spirit for. I’m in the middle of a really miserable job hunt, and I learned in January that I’m infertile after my husband and I spent over a year trying for a second kid. So it’s been kind of a crappy 2016 so far. I’m working on keeping my head up. The sludge can’t last forever.
Oh, I am so sorry to hear about the bad news about being infertile, and I know it’s been a while, I’m sorry I didn’t realize you’d posted here on the Wonderlands. I saw your remark elsewhere that life wasn’t too happy right now, but didn’t want to pry. Also, best of luck for the job hunt to improve.
Jiao is cute! Does it matter that she’s a genie and can’t be turned to vampirism? It’s fun reading from the beginning of this generation and hearing Franklin’s voice and perspective.