#childofdeath

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Welcome to my LP: “The Child of Death Challenge”, the story of Lyric Aggres.   At the age of 36, Lyric is a known criminal. Wanted in three cities for multiple counts of Simocide. She finally manages to settle down in the cozy towne of Belladonna Cove, a nice three story house with balconies overlooking an extravagant pool. She is retired from killing and looking to settle in, get married, and raise a few children. Fast forward three years. Lyric gets a visitor, Alec somethingorother, a local news reporter. He threatens to expose her for who she really is! Something simply HAS to be done about him. Thinking fast, Lyric decides to invite him in for supper, Poisoned Spaghetti should do the trick. As she prepares the food, Alec continues to demand simoleons in exchange for his silence, and she plays along, pretending that after supper she will pay him. He promptly drops dead after the third bite. Feeling proud of herself, Lyric decides to hide the body in the bottom of a nearby lake. Before she can finish the thought, The Grim Reaper shows up, waving that annoying scythe around like he owns the place!     “Lyric! You need to be taught a lesson! You have broken the terms of out contract by committing another murder. After our last meeting, I honestly thought that you had learned your lesson. I suppose I was wrong.” Smoke emanated from the cloaked figure’s hood.     “Death, no. please! I can explain!!”     “You have been given enough chances, mortal. You are to be punished by means of a curse. You will bear and raise my child. When this child comes of age, I will take them away and teach them my craft, if they do not grow up well you will be punished further. I am also taking all of your simoleons, leaving you with a painting easel and a clay working station for simoetary gain. Your house will be replaced with a homely little shack, in which the only bedroom is dedicated to the child. You may only have a job if you can find something incredibly embarrassing that will plaster your face all over everywhere. Ah, yes. I know. You are to be a Porn Star, that will do nicely. You must raise this child so that their knowledge is in the dark of your career.”      “Please, no! I am to be married soon! I had plans for my life!”     “Perhaps you should have thought of that sooner. Your fiance will have all memory of you erased, and are you to marry at all, I will take the life of your spouse randomly and without warning.” With a click of bony fingers and a puff of smoke, he disappears. Lyric returns home only to find that what had just happened was definitely not a dream... her house is now a shack. The roof is thatched and the walls are bamboo.     “I’ve really done it this time... but there’s no way I’m pregnant. Impossible.” With a laugh, she enters the shack.