Rachel: Final Round
Courtesy of GameShark about Ground Zero Survival Inc., the group "hosting" the contest, and why they simply stood by and watched all these apocalyptic scenarios:
"They had more important things to worry about.
First off, half way through the whole contest, the coffee machine broke.... I mean how are they suppose to function without fresh coffee?
And then, someone destroyed all of their massage chairs. I mean who would do that? Its disgusting to think about I know. What kind of monsters would do such a thing?
Finally, right before they were all brutally murdered..... someone left a pen in the washing machine and blue got all over their clothes. It was difficult to take anything seriously with their good silk suits covered in clue ink. They never got a chance to try to get the stains out.
See they had problems just like everyone else. ;p "
Rachel's Great-Great-Granddaughter: In One Hundred Years
(Fun fact: The new Rachel was the first girl since the original Rachel in a line of boys. And she really did just turn out to look like her namesake!)
Rachel got up like every other day, ready for a morning of hard work and an afternoon of leisure. She'd been named after her great-great grandmother, Rachel Bavolio, who had liberated the country from the Social Bunnies' tyranny, because she resembled her so much. Sure, she was proud of that, but she did get sick of all the attention sometimes.
Since the "Liberation," Sim Nation had become more like a third-world country than the great world power it had once been. People had to grow their own food and trade for goods. However, information was in good supply because of all the books available, and families could choose whatever they wanted from the many abandoned homes. Life was actually quite comfortable. After toiling in the garden all morning, Rachel, her dad, and her grandfather had the rest of the day free.
That afternoon, Rachel happened to find a bunch of old books hidden in the back of the cabinets in the living room. Curious, she opened them up and started reading. They were personal accounts of what happened during the Liberation, according to her namesake! She had heard all the stories before and read them quickly, but when she came to the last page, there was a little note: "Ground Zero Survival, Inc. - contest? 115 Disaster Lane"
"What've you got there, hon?" grandfather asked, coming down the stairs.
"Great-great Grandma's books. What's this here at the end?"
He squinted at the page and shook his head. "Hmm, I've never noticed that before. Looks like an address for some kind of company. As a matter of fact... I think that street is just a few blocks away."
"Really?! Can I go check it out?"
"Well..."
"Pleeeease?"
"All right. But don't stay out too long!"
The scene when she got there was more horrific than she could have imagined. And way more stinky. There was a pile of human bones in one corner, and the whole place was a mess that smelled like rotting flesh. There were cockroaches and flies everywhere. It was all she could do to keep from puking, but curiosity got the best of her.
Holding her nose and batting away flies, she made her way across the room. There was an old, broken coffee machine on one side of the room, and an elevator near that. There was no electricity for it to function, though. Trash and grime-covered plates littered the floor.
There, in the center of a big table surrounded by heavy chairs, was a set of notebooks labeled "Rachel Bavolio."
The End
"They had more important things to worry about.
First off, half way through the whole contest, the coffee machine broke.... I mean how are they suppose to function without fresh coffee?
And then, someone destroyed all of their massage chairs. I mean who would do that? Its disgusting to think about I know. What kind of monsters would do such a thing?
Finally, right before they were all brutally murdered..... someone left a pen in the washing machine and blue got all over their clothes. It was difficult to take anything seriously with their good silk suits covered in clue ink. They never got a chance to try to get the stains out.
See they had problems just like everyone else. ;p "
Rachel's Great-Great-Granddaughter: In One Hundred Years
(Fun fact: The new Rachel was the first girl since the original Rachel in a line of boys. And she really did just turn out to look like her namesake!)
Rachel got up like every other day, ready for a morning of hard work and an afternoon of leisure. She'd been named after her great-great grandmother, Rachel Bavolio, who had liberated the country from the Social Bunnies' tyranny, because she resembled her so much. Sure, she was proud of that, but she did get sick of all the attention sometimes.
Since the "Liberation," Sim Nation had become more like a third-world country than the great world power it had once been. People had to grow their own food and trade for goods. However, information was in good supply because of all the books available, and families could choose whatever they wanted from the many abandoned homes. Life was actually quite comfortable. After toiling in the garden all morning, Rachel, her dad, and her grandfather had the rest of the day free.
That afternoon, Rachel happened to find a bunch of old books hidden in the back of the cabinets in the living room. Curious, she opened them up and started reading. They were personal accounts of what happened during the Liberation, according to her namesake! She had heard all the stories before and read them quickly, but when she came to the last page, there was a little note: "Ground Zero Survival, Inc. - contest? 115 Disaster Lane"
"What've you got there, hon?" grandfather asked, coming down the stairs.
"Great-great Grandma's books. What's this here at the end?"
He squinted at the page and shook his head. "Hmm, I've never noticed that before. Looks like an address for some kind of company. As a matter of fact... I think that street is just a few blocks away."
"Really?! Can I go check it out?"
"Well..."
"Pleeeease?"
"All right. But don't stay out too long!"
The scene when she got there was more horrific than she could have imagined. And way more stinky. There was a pile of human bones in one corner, and the whole place was a mess that smelled like rotting flesh. There were cockroaches and flies everywhere. It was all she could do to keep from puking, but curiosity got the best of her.
Holding her nose and batting away flies, she made her way across the room. There was an old, broken coffee machine on one side of the room, and an elevator near that. There was no electricity for it to function, though. Trash and grime-covered plates littered the floor.
There, in the center of a big table surrounded by heavy chairs, was a set of notebooks labeled "Rachel Bavolio."
The End