Chapter 1 - Grim Dynasty - The Stages Of Ice Cream Depression
So I went to Apple and after a two and a half hours wait we got in to talk to a technician! Apparently I have to replace my charger,(my previous one burnt my computer), and that's the only thing I have to replace. Whoot whoot! I don't have to replace the battery!(Throws confetti) My charger should be arriving soon, though since the technician charged my mac a little, I was able to upload some photos to photobucket and start updating this dynasty on my other computer. Warning: This update is lengthy.
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Grim couldn't believe it, he somehow thought it was all a crazy dream. Not that he needed to sleep, eat or do anything regular sims did for that matter. He took a breath and urged himself to calm down, after all he's got dynasties to ruin this afternoon. The council will realize they desperately need him and banish that lunatic in no time. Now he just had to focus on the task at hand, dealing with this pesky watcher.
"Watcher, or whatever they call you horrid creatures, go back to your sim and leave me in peace."
That should do the trick.
(sigh) "Grim, you're my sim and I need to edit you in CAS."Grim looked in horror, there were rumors about the horrid thing called CAS, where a watcher could change your whole identity with a click. He never believed the wretched rumors, until now.
"I didn't agree to-"
Before he could finish he was transported to a room, though the watcher was muttering about something called lag.
"Let's fix you up Grim!"All the suddenly he had weak power at his fingertips, nothing like an immortal should have. He started waving a pesky wand around also.
"What's happening you horrid creature?"
"I just gave you a upgrade, don't worry I will fix some of your traits and give you a new lifetime wish. You're welcome."He huffed silently to himself admiring the annoying wand, he couldn't help it. Not only was this watcher pesky but arrogant also, not a good combination.
Before he could even mumble an insult at the watcher his athlete outfit changed.
Before he allowed the words to come out they did. "Not bad, not bad at all for a watcher."
The watcher huffed.
"Well your favorite color is black and I want to make this as easy as possible."
"Easy as possible? Just take me back to Bridge-"
She did it again, she changed his outfit.
He looked down in horror at the outfit. It was down right embarrassing for him. He instantly snapped at the creature.
"What is this, are you trying to embarrass me?"
“I have to embarrass you, it wouldn’t be fair to Megan Labelle.”
“I don't care who Megan Labelle is, change my outfit you horrid creature!”
“No, plus it’s not that bad Grim."
Before he could even whine at the horrid creature called a watcher he was in his swimwear.
“What is this? Change it!”
“No, grow up Grim.”“I like my other swimwear!”
“Grim, you don’t swim.” Grim mumbled silently to himself.
Grim let out a squeal of horror once he saw his outerwear. It made him look like a stylish llama. He absolutely loathed it,
“What is this? You horrid watcher lama!”
Before he could even fume anymore the watcher bursted out laughing.
“(laughing) You're are going to be an architect, I had to make you look somewhat stylish!” Finally the room disappeared and he was in the middle of the field again, though the field now had some random objects in it. Grim was disgusted.
“This is?”
“Your house.” “I don’t live in a field, I’m the Immortal Reaper!”
“Um Grim, you lost your job to a lunatic.” Grim puffed his chest up. “They can’t replace me!”
“Okay then……”They can’t replace me, wait can they? That’s nonsense! Who would be stupid enough to replace me? I’m the Grim Reaper! Grim plopped down on the thing sims call “chair” and saw a mini refrigerator. He instantly got up and found out it was packed with snacks, including ice cream. He pushed a random button and saw a screen come alive. He grabbed an ice cream and watched sad movies all day. Grim found himself staring down at the ice cream angry. How dare they replace me!
Slowly hours turned into days. Rumors were spreading that the Grim Reaper was spotted eating icecream and that he lost his job. Some were saying that Grim was getting an icecream gut. Grim didn’t care, he kept eating his ice cream and forgetting to clean it up.
“Grim?”
Grim looked down at his ice cream willing the watcher to go away, it didn’t work. He sighed deeply.
“Yes watcher?”
“You need to go outside.”“I’m already outside.”
“You need to go outside of the field.”“No.”
“I’ll delete the fridge.”“Fine.”
Grim slowly heaved himself up, surprised at the amount of time it took to get up.
“Where are we going?”
“To find some helpers and to get you a job!”“Metro! I can’t believe he forced me to this fate, you think if I stopped griping that they would allow me to become the Reaper again?”
“It’s not Metro’s fault.”“Isn’t he the one who created these stupid things called Immortal Dynasties?”
“Yes but-”“Exactly. I blame him.”
Before he knew it he was on a pesky broom speeding towards a place he didn’t even think of.
Watchers. Always controlling your every move. He couldn’t help, but smile.
“Wow,something's wrong with Grim! He’s smiling!”“Shutup watcher!”
However,Grim just couldn’t stop grinning.
“Uh, Grim that’s not the best view of you.”
After Grim got his job he was abruptly forced to talk to a lady outside. He knew the watcher was responsible.
“Watcher-”
“Aah! Let me guess, I died? I mean I don’t think I did-”
Grim sighed deeply, the women wasn’t dead.
“No, someone stole my job and I need your help with my Immortal Dynasty.”
The women looked at Grim and had to stop from bursting out laughing.
“You’re doing an Immortal Dynasty? Don’t you live to ruin them or something?”
“Yes, I’m being forced to by the council, if I want my job back.”
“Well, um, that’s depressing. Wanna play rock, paper, scissors?”
“Sure, I have nothing better to do.”
“Sims!”
“So I like sculpting, I’m not sure why I like sculpting-Watcher!”
“Told you I gave you some improvements.”
“Just ignore them Grim, they don’t get any better.”
“Hmph!”“Watcher, I want this one.”
“No-”
“Would you like to live with us?”
“Sorry, I don’t have a high enough relationship status with you.”
Grim took a deep sigh.
“The watcher doesn’t like you.”
The lady then laughed and Grim couldn’t help, but laugh too.”
She came in for a hug and he returned it, though he felt very awkward.
“So, what’s your sign?”
She sighed deeply,”Oh,it looks like we match!”
“Once again, sims!” 
“I’m tired.”
Grim yawned.
“Well we have been talking for hours.”
“So, the Watcher forced me to have weak powers.”
“Thats terrible Grim.”
“I can’t figure out if she’s being sarcastic or not, I’m guessing not.”
“So, I’m practically homeless and I have no money, you will be forced to live there the rest of your life, would you move in with me?”
“Do I get to annoy the Watcher?”
“Yes.”
It seemed like forever when she was thinking it over.
“Do I also get to be your painting slave and have my friend be your sculpting slave?”
“Yes.”
“It’s a deal!”
Some “Grim” Stats:
Traits: Savvy sculptor, no sense of humor, grumpy, eccentric, brooding.
Favorite Color: Black.
Career: Architect - Not revealed level
Spouse: Not revealed
Child/Children: Not revealed
Lifetime Wish: Forgot the exact name.
Supermax Skill: Not decided.
Building: Not revealed.
Property: Not revealed.
3 Unique Lifetime Rewards: Not revealed.
Unique Besties: Not revealed.
Unique Opps: Not revealed.
