My Sister is a Big Fat Jerk, August 18th, 2203

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"What's that? You wanted to know something? Well, instead of telling you, I'll hide the answer in this horror sim. You like horror sims, right? You like running them with the pain turned all the way up, right? Oh! My bad. Heehee."

Well, she didn't literally say that. Next time I should dose myself up on painkillers first though. Would that work? I'm not actually sure that would work. *sigh*

I guess I could have had Trace or somebody dissect the thing and pull the information out. Or at least turn the pain down to 5 or 6. It wasn't a bad horror sim aside from that.

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Familiar, chapter 30

Previous stories in this universe are Space Otters:
http://terrycloth.livejournal.com/540642.html

and Glow Bugs:
http://terrycloth.livejournal.com/581586.html

Dramatis Personae:
http://terrycloth.livejournal.com/576866.html