Staring at my large expansive land and comparing it to my bank account, it was an easy decision. I'm not greedy in the slightest, but realistically I know that 10,000 simoleons is not enough to build me a kitchen AND feed my appetite. Even though dumpster diving is an option, it won't raise any skills in order to meet my deal with the Reaper.
So off I went. Rumor has it that my friendly neighbors had a secretive glutton in their midst, and it was about time they revealed themselves and embraced that lifestyle.
Ding Dong! Anyone home?
Somewhere from inside someone responded with "Come on in."
I didn't question it. I stepped right in in search of whomever was running this joint. The first person I ran into was Mr. Dennis Kim. And lets say it wasn't a pleasant meeting...
"Oh no. Not you. Not again." He started ranting as if the sight of me brought up some foul memory.
"What I haven't said anything yet?"
"You don't need to. I know what you're up to. You don't think I hear these things?"
I stared at him, uncertain of how to respond.
"The reaper has been hanging at my doorstep for the past few weeks, you don't think I heard these things? I will not let you shame my daughter and granddaughter with your evil ways."
"Listen here, Kimmie. I did not come here to shame anyone. I came here to embrace all our faults. Everything about this place has become so perfect its disgusting. You know your little family isn't ever going to amount to anything sitting up here on your high little hill. And when you die, there's nothing going to stop them from falling apart. Now I'm not saying it'll be all daisies and bluebells, but I can guarantee you'll get to experience things you've never thought of doing before."
He sniffed his flat little nose as he looked down at me with his small eyes. "You don't get a choice in the matter..." I finished before turning and leaving the room. Letting Kimmie rage on all he wants about not getting his way. He won't be around long enough for me to try and care anyways.
Out in the hallway, I ran into the man of the hour. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes. I was looking for you."
Eric eyed me curiously. "Me? Why me?"
I looked around a bit wondering where to start. "Let me make you a drink and we can talk...I need to work on my mixology skill anyways."
"So Eric tell me about yourself."
"I don't even know you or your name, why should I tell..."
"Details, Eric. I haven't got all day."
"Uh well. I'm Self-Assured and always confident. I have a wife Alice and a daughter Olivia. I like nice things..."
"And...." I prodded for more information.
"And I, uh...."
"Just admit it, you're a glutton."
"How did-"
"I smoogled you."
"You looked me up on the web?!" Eric was in disbelief.
"Don't get your pants in a knot. I have a proposal for you. Grab the family."
"Listen up everyone." I tried to gather everyone's attention.
"Where's Daddy?" Alice piped up from behind the bar.
"Uh, he's running some errands for me. So enough about him." I brushed the old geezer off. "I have been given a set number challenges and goals that I need to meet before the end of my life, goals that I can't achieve without the help of some friends. What do you say we band together and make a life a little more interesting verse sitting atop of this hill looking down at everyone else and never achieving anything beyond that? With me you can be who you were born to be." My eyes turned to Eric. And united we will go forwards and wreck havoc! What do you say, will you move in with me?!"
"Yeah!" Eric cheered from beside me.
Everyone else exchanged glances between one another, uncertain as to how to proceed.
"Well at this point, none of you get a vote. Let's do this?" Eric responded as arrangements were made to sell everything in their home and bring all his family down to my little patch of grass that I called home.
Luckily within moments a home was built for everyone to enjoy.
Next time: What is Kimmie up to? What somebody ate my porridge? And whose that sleeping in my bed? 
