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 ...
The first time it was an accident. I remember having a terrible headache when I arrived at my destination, a mountain made of rock and snow. I didn’t understand what was happening until I saw a version of myself grab a bicycle and ride off.
After father had told me about the splintering, I had looked it up and done research on it, to try to ease the uncomfortableness in my mind. I knew that the splinter could be re-united in a small number of cases. But the splinter would have to be contained and held captive until the reuniting could occur. I found that there was actually a holding spell for this, but it was kept in an old book belonging to the Queen’s Library. It wasn’t hard to convince my father to take me there. I was a member of the tribe and, at the time, still in good standing. I spent the afternoon seemingly pouring over fairytales, but actually read only one book, which I kept hidden from father. It wasn’t that hard. The librarian found him exciting to talk to, and he was rather amused by her attention. I found what I was looking for, and more. Much, much more.
I spent the afternoon tracking my splinter down and convinced her to have a bite to eat with me. Along the way, I spotted a vending machine along the backside of a building. Yes, I thought, that will do nicely. I used the holding spell and trapped the splinter inside. I told her that it would only be for a short time. I told her that I would come back for her.
Unfortunately, when I returned, the machine had been moved. I did not know where even to begin to look. But as she was only a small splinter, I didn’t really spend much time worrying about it. By the time I reached my 16th birthday, I had placed 5 splinters into vending machines on the mountain of rock and snow. I told myself that I would go back for them, but somehow never did.