In an alternate slice of reality, your sims live on the edge. Once you upload them to the gallery, they are no longer safely in your hands. They are in the hands of others. Others who may not share ...
There is a portal to despair halfway up the mountain I attempt to ascend. Stop. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53060871487_e2fcd7a1ac_c.jpg Took it by accident in a dark night and am now suffering delay. Stop. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53061942363_be1ab63643_c.jpg Have encountered a woman. Devastatingly cruel. Stop. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53061942253_5469deb493_c.jpg She attacked me unprovoked. Stop. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53061451791_eac9d5d45d_c.jpg I am bitterness she said, and the way has been shut. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53061451776_f5a70e5b2d_c.jpg
Oh dear. Seems the scoundrel was on the journey the whole time. Whoever then is that man I have imprisoned provided housing for in Magnolia Springs? Oh dear, dear. And I have trapped him there with that dreadful, dreadful excuse for a woman. However will I fix this?