now, i started by making a guy. i made him look like daniel day lewis from gangs of new yord, because i think he's my favorite right now, but i named him jack london. i had a house with six things: a stove, refrigerator, toilet, heart shaped bed, and a jacuzzi. i didnt feel like following any game givens, so i opted for unemployment, i just didnt want to work toward anything, or at all (but i soon found that impossible). so i started meeting girls. the first one i met instantly fell in love with me, hearts were coming out of her head literally. so i chatted her up, kissed her the first day i met her, and ultimately ended up leading her upstairs. i did her in my bed, in the game its called WOOHOO.
but after that i had nothing else to do. well, another girl walked by my house and i hailed her from my stoop. the rest was history.
the life a of a casanova is difficult. first, i was poor, so all dates had to take place at home. this was no problem for my girls. in fact, they seemed not to mind anything as long as i, jack london, was faithful. they checked up too. at one point, i had woohooed a girlfriend, then called another up and woohooed her while the other never got out of the jacuzzi i woohooed her in. once, a girl snuck into my backyard while i was trying to woohoo, she wasnt very bright as we were in front of the window making out and the sneak didnt even see. i think she even left me a piano, right on my front lawn.
they would follow me obsessively, mostly around the house since we didnt go anywhere. they left presents in the dead of night and told all their friends about me. i would receive calls from strangers,"hey my friend had such a good time with you i...i hope we'll get together soon."-yeah, to woohoo. once a man even called me. i never called him back, i only knew girls.
most of them wanted to marry me, but that was my greatest fear. my guy still had dreams of becoming an athletic star, though my laziness was getting him no closer. woohoo is a time consuming business. the only girl my guy wanted to get engaged to, arcadia, turned out to be a bitch. after i proposed,then woohooed her in my car, ready for connubial felicity, if not fidelity, her greatest desire was to win a game against me. thats when i found out that girls are all about playing games, and plan on winning them. so i killed arcadia. i trapped her in a room with a fireplace and sold the door. she died, but i kept her ashes in my backyard where her ghost roamed. no girls ever asked questions about it, and i woohooed on.
i've been slapped, i've had my trash kicked over, i've had rumors spread about me. cheating and only having one thing on your mind, you know, woohoo, is wrong even to a fake person. this started dawning on me when the girls would call. "are we still friends?" i think at this point they knew what i was capable of, but i was real hot so they couldnt lose me. they loved me, and i loved each of them, except arcadia.
eventually woohoo ruined my life. i had eight girls over at once and one came up to me and kissed me. the others all flew at me and attacked. i never heard from them again. they most likely formed a jane austen reading circle. after that i started losing track of my woohoos and my bookcase got repossessed. i couldnt afford another and i knew it was time for a job. so i quit the game. dont think i learned any lessons, though. i was on my own side till the end, and quite condone rampant woohooing. but i also advise this: keep track of your woohoos and dont let the arcadia's of the world get the best of you.-emily
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