Mirror, tell me something...

my elfsona (q.m.)yulatië/(q.p.)fangamilya/(s.)mengil. he has no glasses and cannot see. born on the helcaraxë in Y.T. 1499, almost froze to death. almost burned to death in sacking associated with the dagor aglareb. almost burned to death in sacking associated with the dagor bragollach. almost killed by orcs fleeing hithlum. almost trampled to death by loose horse in skirmish associated with the nirnaeth arnoediad. almost trampled to death by glaurung in sacking of nargothrond. almost died of exposure in the year following sack of nargothrond. almost died of infected stab wound after the battle of the thousand caves. almost died of exposure after the sacking and ruin of doriath. almost died of smoke inhalation after the third kinslaying in the havens. drowned at some point in Y.S. 580. recuperating in mandos.

I think a lot of people who are complaining about the lack of content in Paralives are forgetting just how fucking bare bones the sims 4 was at launch.

“That’s when I see Lenore Dove. She’s up on a ridge, her red dress plastered to her body, one hand clutching the bag of gumdrops. As the train passes, she tilts her head back and wails her loss and rage into the wind.”