The Chikamori SelfacyJudgement DayToshiyuki was a disciplined Sim so what life-time wish he had, he pursued with a intense focus, which meant that he was most oft-times in his room, hammer and chisel carving or painting. Based on his life experience as an adult sim, he was already at a Level 8 in Sculpting and a level 7 in painting, but had absolutely no skill at inventing so he was going to have to start on the ground floor. If he wasn't having to shower or eat, he was at the easel or the sculpting station with single-minded fervor.
https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ReOKfG-zMs/WgS1RQ5LiVI/AAAAAAAAFJk/6kCDArR47hUoCnWhrjMqmiMDSn48xWZxQCLcBGAs/s1600/Screenshot-5.jpg Judgement came for Boyd in short order; even though Susan had hoped otherwise. Evidently it wasn't enough for Boyd to have stopped hacking, the vengeance of the people that Boyd had wronged knew no bounds, which is one of the reasons why you don't hack a criminal organization or a government organization. And that vengeance came knocking on Boyd while he was outside telling a ghost story to his young neighbour.
https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rXo7Eqk3d3U/WgS1086Qf6I/AAAAAAAAFJw/46BVl42mz-URRK7a-bjSej6gUGlqJU9xQCLcBGAs/s1600/Screenshot-7.jpg He coldly fired two shots into Boyd, dropping Boyd to his knees in utter pain. Uttering not a single word, the assassin left, entirely ignoring the young witness to the crime.
https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aArh6xi4Myo/WgS7ttXAd2I/AAAAAAAAFKE/w-mTmlfdEb466gPK5CkOgFttS01YxNIkACLcBGAs/s1600/Screenshot-8_boydshot.jpg Collapsing to the ground in a fetal position, Boyd moaned...his scope of vision narrowing as if he were looking through a pipe; he felt warmth leaving his body and he felt as though he was lying in a wet warm pool. His dulled hearing could barely hear the little boy who he was telling a story to not a few moments earlier, screaming...and eventually, he could hear nothing or see nothing at all.
https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ON-tStSTa_E/WgS92Me0rmI/AAAAAAAAFKQ/6YadYxyq004J0HCaX6r0VMQy1nQPp3UNQCLcBGAs/s1600/Screenshot-9-boydshot.jpg With an ominous clap of thunder and an entrance worthy of a WWE Superstar, Grim appeared stretching his hands out, scythe in hand, to inspect the slumped body of Boyd Wainright..."You should have stopped, when Susan told you to. What a pity that you failed to heed her warnings." the Reaper intoned as he gazed upon the fallen form of Boyd.
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dafl7AQG868/WgTAPV6c4vI/AAAAAAAAFKg/ZtkUfOTUG8UCUqmscD4qOzSsXouGq1GAQCLcBGAs/s1600/Screenshot-12-boydshot.jpg A glowing yellow cloud formed around Boyd and his slumped body was transmitted into a ghost, ominously floating above his gravestone.
https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eC4EQFBut6o/WgTAz_hZB5I/AAAAAAAAFKw/jNr9ub1inhou-GEiAbWvSOt-ung7AELhwCLcBGAs/s1600/Screenshot-14%2B-%2Bboydshot.jpg "Please, I beg of you. You can't take me..." Boyd pleaded with the Grim Reaper to no avail. The Reaper was not feeling magnanimous today and Boyd's soul was reaped.
https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNrWOxASI_A/WgTBrqsvt7I/AAAAAAAAFK4/QEQBK0bgv_osojahVEW7WP45FIomwu2mgCLcBGAs/s1600/Screenshot-15-boydshot.jpg Meanwhile, across town, Susan felt a slight twinge in her stomach but attributed it to the breakfast she'd eaten that morning disagreeing with her.
https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tNis_WOtSg8/WgTB8qg3e8I/AAAAAAAAFK8/26iSA8q0pqENdunGenOaWX2wG4DMeM__ACLcBGAs/s1600/Screenshot-17.jpg So it was, so shall it be, Rest in Peace, Boyd and let that be a dire lesson to all hackers who might get the bright idea to do some hacking into certain organizations.
