User blog comment:LostInRiverview/Happy anniversary!/@comment-1819613-20150201180741

My favourite memory of playing The Sims is probably one of the most terrifying ones of my childhood, but it's the one I like the most because it's a perfect example of the wacky stuff that can happen in the game and how quickly the daily lives of our simulated people can make a turn for the worse.

So, I snuck to the computer to play with my sister's rendition of our family - my parents, my sisters and me - and we lived in good ol' 2 Sim Lane (the mansion in Neighbourhood 1). My Sim-mother was preparing lunch and all was going well, until a fire started. The whole family gathered around the fire, freaking out (and I was freaking out in real life because I was around 6 or 7 at the time). After I called my sisters to help me, they tried to avert the situation but it didn't work.

To this day, eleven years later, I still mourn the loss of my Sim-mother and one of my Sim-sisters. May they rest in peace in Heaven.

Also, my sister was pretty mad at me for a whole week after ruining her game, so there's that.