After a certain scandal involving him, the mayor’s daughter, the mayor’s secretary and the mayor’s election funds, Hugh Thanasia had thought it wise to move away from Downtown and go hide out in some place on the edge of nowhere. Following the Road to Nowhere brought him to scenic Strangetown, a horrible desert place filled with country bumpkins. Just the place where nobody would even think of looking for him.



Lacking any other types of amusement, Hugh found his in the form of the young Mortis widow, living all alone in her house like a princess waiting to be rescued. He was very willing to be that knight for her.



Olive thought his manners flattering enough and while there was no power to be found within Hugh’s family, her time was running out. She needed a father for her daughter and Hugh was willing.



They got married privately and Hugh moved in along with his twin brother Lou. Olive could care less. As long as he got her pregnant, Hugh could bring in five siblings.



The problem was, he didn’t. After three years of marriage, and no lack of attempts, Olive still found herself without a child and not getting younger.



When she finally brought the subject up, Hugh seemed to find it incredibly funny.

“Oh, sorry, sweetie, I didn’t know you wanted children. No chance of that from me I’m afraid. Got that taken care of waaaay back. Kids are fine for other people I guess, but not for me. Should have married my brother for that, haha!”



Of course. Every other man in Olive’s life had disappointed her, why not this one as well? There was, after all, only one person she could rely on to get things done: herself. Taking Hugh had been a mistake. Olive had been desperate, all the men she knew were married, she would have taken anybody as her daughter’s father. This would not do. Her old dream of raising a powerful witch came back to her and Olive went back to her books and her cauldron, searching for a way to accomplish this goal.



It took her a long time to follow all the hints, but she found it. The answer had been so close all along. She had felt the presence on her wedding night, when she killed Earl E and his brother. She had felt it lingering still when she returned to her home the morning after her shed burned down. This powerful presence, this entity, would make a perfect seed for the child she would bear.



Of course, to summon him would require a sacrifice. Olive didn’t mind. She had no affection left for her husband and his brother.



A feeling like electricity ran through Olive’s body and she could have sworn she almost saw the personification of Death as he floated over to Hugh’s scorched body. Focusing her eyes on the spot, she recited the incantation.

HMM. IS THAT SO? AS YOU WISH, MUENDA WITCH…

The words sounded in her head, even though no sound had been spoken. Then the presence faded.



And a short time later, Olive could feel a new life growing within her.

For nine months, Olive was the happiest person in Strangetown. She imagined herself raising her daughter. Teaching her. Playing with her.



It lasted until her son was born.


Writing Olive's stories is my favorite part. Unfortunately, we're running out of murdered husbands, since No. 4 died of old age. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

I ended up not murdering all the maids, fire fighters, pizza deliveries and random townies that are normally found in Olive's garden. Randomly killing sims just isn't something I like to do, and besides I still haven't found out why every single resident of Strangetown who is in any way attracted to men thinks the mailman is ugly enough to make a puke face whenever they see him. I mean, I can understand some sims, but every single one for three generations? That takes some skill. He's like the reverse Arty. Maybe he was created to bring balance to the Force of attraction?

Anyway, Nervous ended up black, which obviously wasn't unexpected. With skintone 4 on one side and skintone 1 on the other, the whole range is possible, so the regular pasty Nervous is an option, but this one decided that he'd rather not. I'm fine with it, there are almost no dark-skinned sims in the neighborhood.


Coming up next: College again!