The Sims is also great for post-breakup therapy. I recreated my ex-wife eight times over, knowing that they would hate each other, put them in a large room with metal grate floors, a toilet inaccessabily walled into the middle of the room save for a small window that the bitches could use to see it, food right next to it (also walled off with ***** viewing window), and one impossible to use stove.
I would sit and watch their pain so virtually elequent, pixels streaming down there faces, sleeping in their own eFilth, until finally, one of the viscious harpies would sidle up to the stove and set the whole place aflame. Fire slowing creeping towards them until they had no where else to go and burning burning BURNING until my anger was satisfied.
Then the meds would kick in...
I would sit and watch their pain so virtually elequent, pixels streaming down there faces, sleeping in their own eFilth, until finally, one of the viscious harpies would sidle up to the stove and set the whole place aflame. Fire slowing creeping towards them until they had no where else to go and burning burning BURNING until my anger was satisfied.
Then the meds would kick in...