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Yo, I'm Alison, an avid video gamer and sims addict. I'm 19, vegan, and especially love prime numbers, moustaches, and cookies. Despite my endeavors to convince you of otherwise, I'm actually quite shy and reserved most of the time, but don't be afraid to message me.

My current simming goal is just to finish a legacy challenge, and though I update at a snail's pace, I will get to generation 10 one day. Really, I will.

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"What? Is there something on my face?"

Toulouse, the friendly, hyper kitten that my playtesting sim adopted.

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This is Winter. SQUEEE!

So adorable! ;___;

And that’s the last of the Holly posts for a while. My game crashed before I was smart enough to save the game. Oops. But I saved her as a .sim file, so I might play her again someday. :)

The reason I made Holly first - before making a sim of my cat, Reina - was because my family adopted the real Holly, a tiny dachshund pup, around Christmastime when I was six. She was hyper, and silly, and a bit crazy at times, but we all loved playing with her. She was quick to love and eternally bouncy. Unfortunately, she never even lived to grow out of the first two years of her life. As my family was moving from one state to another, we left her with the vet for a week. When my dad picked her up from the vet, she escaped from his hold, ran into the road, and was killed by a passing car. We buried her in the backyard. I don’t remember much about Holly now, but I really loved her, and her death left me and my family quite heartbroken. Sorry for the sappy post; I just never forgot how much I loved that little dog.

The reason I made Holly first - before making a sim of my cat, Reina - was because my family adopted the real Holly, a tiny dachshund pup, around Christmastime when I was six. She was hyper, and silly, and a bit crazy at times, but we all loved playing with her. She was quick to love and eternally bouncy. Unfortunately, she never even lived to grow out of the first two years of her life. As my family was moving from one state to another, we left her with the vet for a week. When my dad picked her up from the vet, she escaped from his hold, ran into the road, and was killed by a passing car. We buried her in the backyard. I don’t remember much about Holly now, but I really loved her, and her death left me and my family quite heartbroken. Sorry for the sappy post; I just never forgot how much I loved that little dog.