Death in TS4

Hi everyone,

I just quickly wanted to put a warning/disclaimer out there, regarding how Death is treated in TS4 because it’s becoming an issue for me and this blog.

In TS3, when a sim was about to die of old age, the game gave you a 24-hour warning so your sims could wrap up any business with relatives and close friends. It was great for us story tellers because we could prepare for it and incorporate the death of a previous generation or beloved aunt smoothly into the story. Once the sim had died you got another message, saying your sim’s friend or relative had now passed on.

TS4 does neither. Sims just die, and the only way to find out is when you want to invite someone over and see them either gone from the relationship window or greyed out. There’s no 24-hour warning and no notification upon death.

This means that I can’t plan for it in this story. I’d love to do something, maybe a last scene at the hospital or something like that, but because of how the game works that’s not possible.

You can change your settings to only your played households ageing, which means that ageing works again as it did in TS2. However, if you do make sure you set ageing for your played households to ‘active households only’ – any other households you have placed yourself will otherwise continue to age up. It’s not a great fix but it’s better than nothing. If anyone knows of a mod that can give you a similar death warning as TS4 had, please let me know.

I apologise if the deaths of some sims seem sudden and cold. They’re a surprise to me, too.

Thank you for reading,

MischiefTheKitten

3.12

10-02-15_7-12-20 PM

I couldn’t stay in this house any more. When I had bought it I had dreamed of a family, kids, a white picket fence – none of those things had happened since then. Instead, only bad things had happened inside this house and I couldn’t wait to see the back of it. First Blaine had threatened me, then Mum told me that Momma had passed away, Blaine attacked me and fatally injured Emery – I needed to get out and start over. Maybe a family and children were still somewhere in my future, but they weren’t here.

Together with Mum I looked over some listings and after four viewings I chose the perfect house for my new future.

10-02-15_8-04-31 PM

I still had no family or children, but I had the white fence. It wasn’t much but it was a start, and I knew this was the right one when we visited it. It was too big for me, but I saw the fence as a good luck charm and couldn’t resist. It was a sign, or a good omen or whatever people called it, and that was just what I needed after everything that had happened.

The previous owners were still in the process of moving, so I had a month to pack everything up and prepare for the move myself. I wasn’t looking forward to living in this reminder for another day, but would do what I always did to cope with a bad situation. I would throw myself into work. Chief  Chau insisted I take some time off to adjust and to allow myself time to mourn, but I didn’t want to be alone and there was a lot of work to get done. Blaine had left a minefield in his wake, and while I wasn’t allowed to interrogate him myself I could still research everything else he had had a hand in for the past several years. His accomplices within the station soon sang and gave us all the information we needed, worrying as it all was. They had not been the only corrupt agents working for him. He had people everywhere, from the smallest shops working as spies to important politicians. It seemed there was no end to his corruptions, and I couldn’t wait to get stuck in. Without realising it he had done me a favour. He had robbed me of my partner and man I loved, but he had also given me something to focus on. Something important.

10-01-15_7-02-53 PM

Mum, Grandma and Grandpa Milan came over a week later for Emery’s funeral. I had had too much time to think in this empty house, and had begun to question some things I should just be leaving alone. There was nothing I could do to answer them now but I wanted to ask Grandma and Grandpa Milan when I had a quiet moment alone with them.

For now I was just grateful that I wasn’t alone. Mum stayed with me for two weeks after the funeral, and only went back briefly for Momma’s funeral and wake. I was dreading another ceremony but was glad to be out of the house, too.

10-02-15_6-07-23 PM

Being amongst all those people was overwhelming. There were so many I had never even met before, people who had worked with Momma, her business partners, and old employees who still held her in high regard. It was great seeing all these people coming together and tell stories about my Momma, but at the same time it was too much. The house soon felt crowded, and I felt faint. I needed some fresh air, and headed upstairs to the balcony.

10-02-15_6-09-14 PM

The warm breeze was just what I had needed. It was familiar and comforting, and made me feel about as good as I could feel.

It was strange to be back. So much had changed that I could see from my little spot, but it was still exactly the same place as I had grown up in, too. The rocks and palm trees were the same, the sand and the air were the same, and even the small convenience store off in the distance was the same. So much had changed since I had moved, but my home town was still my home town. It was comforting to see it like this.

10-02-15_6-09-40 PM

My childhood seemed like a lifetime ago. My eighteenth birthday felt like it had happened centuries ago, when in reality only a few years had passed. I could still smell Momma’s cooking, feeling the sweat on my skin from working out all morning with Mum, and I could still here Marvin’s laughter in the garden. I wondered where he was now. If he was still in Riverview, or if he had moved up in the world. Whether he had gotten married by now, and what she’d be like.

I sighed. Marvin was still alive and kicking but he seemed as far away as Emery in that moment.

Behind me the door opened, and two sets of footsteps entered the balcony behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. I still recognised the sound.

10-02-15_6-11-58 PM

“Hey, sweety” Grandpa Milan said.

“We thought you looked like you needed to talk.”

I nodded, finally turning around as the chance I’d been waiting for presented itself.

“I do. Are you sure now is a good moment?” As much as I needed to get this question of my chest I didn’t want Mum to be alone today.

“Of course. Don’t worry about Lilli, Gemma’s friends are keeping her company.”

I awkwardly fiddled with my hands as they sat down on the bench, not really knowing what to do with myself. Now that I finally had the chance to ask my question I wasn’t sure that I still wanted to know the answer.

10-02-15_6-14-23 PM

“How are you holding up?” Grandma asked, motioning for me to sit between them like we did when I was young, but I shook my head. I needed to feel the touch of air on my arms for this.

“Badly” I said truthfully. “I miss him, Grandma.” I didn’t care if she made a remark about how she had warned me not to fall in love. Right now I just needed to talk to someone.

“I’m sorry, sweety. Is there anything we can do?” I shook my head no. Unless they had a way of bringing Emery back I wasn’t interested, and that was out of the question. Nothing else would do.

Without wanting to waste more time, I asked my question.

10-02-15_6-16-39 PM

“Is it my fault he’s gone, Grandpa?” Their eyes went wide, and Grandma reached out for my hands.

“Of course it isn’t. You couldn’t know that lunatic would be there or what he would do. Why would you think this was your fault?”

“Because you told me not to fall in love, and I did it anyway. You told me our family can’t live happily ever after like I wanted to, but I tried to do it anyway. Am I being punished?” My nose stung and my eyes burnt, but I didn’t care. I was far beyond the age where I couldn’t let anyone see me cry.

Their faces had turned ashen, and I knew I was right. This was my fault. Emery was gone because of me.

10-02-15_6-14-37 PM

“Sweety, that’s not true. The spirits would never punish us like this.” I wanted to believe him but I couldn’t.

“How do you know? Have you asked them?”

He looked uncomfortable in his seat when he replied. “No, but if you really want me to I can.”

I nodded. “Please?”

“I don’t know when I’ll be able to, but I’ll give you a call once I know if you like.”

Next to him Grandma shook her head.

10-02-15_6-14-30 PM

“Now, listen here, sweetheart. You’re not being punished, his death had nothing to do with you. I know this is hard to hear, but people die and you are in a dangerous job. You both knew the risks when you signed up, or am I wrong?”

I sniffled, feeling like a little girl. “No. You’re right. But I can’t help but feel that he’d still be alive if I hadn’t interfered. I wanted to keep our relationship professional, Grandma, I really did.”

They both got up, hugging me from both sides at once. Holding on to my grandparents I cried into their clothes, the familiar smells not doing anything to comfort me.

“It’ll be all right, sweetheart. You’ll see.” I wanted to believe her more than anything, but the reality of our fate began to really sink in. I had told myself I could have a family and love, but maybe there was nothing I could do to get either. I had the very beginnings of love with Emery, and he had been taken away from me. Mum had managed to cheat it, but only because she made Gemma work her butt off. They hadn’t spent as much time together as they should have done, just to be allowed to be together at all.

“How do you cope?”

Milan stepped away as Grandma held me close. “Your mother was very lucky with Gemma, but you saw how little time they got to spend together. When they did they were tired from their careers. And I barely left my office, Soph.” The reminder of Emery stung like nothing had ever stung before. I could almost hear my nickname in his voice, pretend my Grandma’s arms were his. “I used Lilli’s father, and never saw him again. He never even knew I was pregnant, and Lilli never knew him.”

I didn’t know if her words helped or not. “So you focused on your career?”

Grandma pulled away just enough to be able to look into my eyes and cup my face with her hands. “I did. It helped.” There was the hint of something else behind her eyes. Did Grandma regret not being able to fall in love? Mum and I had given her a hard time for always reminding us that we couldn’t fall in love, but it had never occurred to me that Grandma wanted her happily ever after just as much as I did.

“What do you say we go back inside? I’ll get you a drink.”

“In a minute, you go ahead.” I needed to be alone, and think. Or not think.

10-02-15_6-14-45 PM

This wasn’t fair. I wasn’t sure I could do what Grandma had done, and have someone’s baby without any love involved. I couldn’t use someone like that. How could anyone? How had Grandma? Knowing that I’d force my child into the same fate I now suffered through made it even worse. How could I be so cruel?

I wondered what the universe would do if I just never had children. Milan had said that my family was important, vital to the world’s future. Did I really have to chose between passing on our fate and saving the world? Between my child and everybody else? How could anyone make such a decision?

I didn’t have to wait long to realise that the decision was no longer mine to make.

10-02-15_6-47-52 PM

I found out a week before moving into my new house. Our new house.

I was pregnant.

 

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Tour of the house:

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I tried to make it small but cosy, and am really pleased with how it turned out :3 Although the garden needs work 😛
You’ll see the nursery in the next update, along with gen 4 😉

3.11

10-02-15_6-31-11 PM

Waiting for Emery to wake up was torture. All I could hear was the ticking of the small clock by his bed, the rustling of carts and feet outside his room and the faint buzzing of the cheap TV on the opposite wall.

I had spoken to the doctor who looked after him briefly before coming in. It didn’t look good. Emery was trying to stay positive and made everyone smile, but his wound was too deep for them to remain hopeful. The nurses said pretty much the same thing.

I needed him to wake up, so I could see for myself. I had never wanted anyone to be okay this badly. If he died because of this it’d be my fault. I shouldn’t have gotten him involved, but instead I told him about the notes and that bad feeling I had about Blaine. If it hadn’t been for me he’d-

“Hey, beautiful” he said as he woke up, yawning but pulling a strained face in the process and carefully sitting up. He was smiling, but his voice sounded heavy. I knew better than to pretend it was from the meds he was on.

10-02-15_6-33-09 PM

“Hey, you. How are you feeling?” I hoped the sinking feeling I experienced wasn’t showing. He didn’t need my worry added to his list of pains.

“Been better, but not too bad, all things considered. I’m mostly tired. I’ve no idea what’s in those pills they give me but they make me drowsy.” I smiled, hearing him talk like everything was fine. He almost sounded like his old self, but the pain on his face betrayed him. Sitting up wasn’t easy for him, and judging by the creases on his forehead neither was breathing.

“Is there anything I can get you?” This was my fault, I had gotten him into this mess, and I wanted to make amends in any way I could.

“Well” he said, grinning “there’s one thing but I don’t think it’d be appropriate for a hospital room. The doctor could come in at any moment.”

I couldn’t help but smile back. “I meant like a magazine, or a sandwich.”

“Oh, right. No, I’m good. I haven’t been very hungry, I think it’s that stuff they serve us here. It doesn’t leave much to look forward to.”

I leaned in and gave him a kiss on his forehead. He squeezed my hand but there was barely any strength there. “I’ll cook you dinner once you’re out. How about spaghetti and meatballs?”

10-02-15_6-34-07 PM

“Listen, Soph, this is important.” I steeled myself, knowing exactly what he was about to say but not wanting to hear it. “You should speak to my doctors if you haven’t already. I don’t think I’ll be able to make it to that dinner.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Soph-”

“No, don’t. Don’t even think like that. I need you to get better so you can come home and I can cook you those meatballs.”

Again he squeezed my hand, but the lack of pressure did nothing to reassure me. “Of course I’m trying, Soph. But it’s not entirely up to me. The guys here are great, they really know what they’re doing and they’re doing everything they can, but I’ve seen how they look at each other when they think I’m asleep. I’ve seen them shake their heads. I don’t want to die, Soph, and I don’t want to leave you but this is out of my hands and I need you to prepare yourself. I love you.”

I didn’t know what to say. How could he expect me to prepare myself for that? How could he be so calm?

Not wanting to cry and make him feel worse I focused on the one thing of any meaning.

10-02-15_6-34-58 PM

“I love you, too. Now hurry up and get better.”

The creases on his face softened a little when he kissed me. “Fine, I’ll try. But no promises.”

It was better than nothing. I knew there was no pushing him, but at least I knew that he’d try.

10-02-15_6-54-00 PM

To take my mind of Emery I threw myself into work. There was a lot to do, and for the first time in my life I was sitting on the other side in the confessional room. Thanks to all the evidence we had – thanks to Emery – it didn’t take long to persecute him and lock him away. Hearing that former Chief Parker had been arrested and taken into custody caused quite a stir within the department. I had been right. There were a lot of cops I couldn’t trust, and seeing him locked away like any other criminal caused most of them to come forward and revolt. They were taken down easily, and sold out others who had also been on their side. To think that one man had corrupted the police department by himself was disgusting, but it was over now and we were slowly working through all the other names mixed up in this. Names I had trusted, once. People I had believed to be good officers.

10-02-15_6-56-22 PM

The new Chief was like a breath of fresh air. Chief Layla Chau was as disgusted and taken aback by everything that had happened as I was. Like most others she had seen part of it – officers who were getting promoted when they shouldn’t have been, unaccounted pay rises – but hadn’t believed the corruption to run so deep. The week he had come to my house to finish me and Emery she had begun a small investigation of her own, and had waited for a reason to question him. When Emery had called the police she had jumped at it. It was the reason they had gotten to my house so quickly. She had been waiting for the right moment and had been ready when Emery had handed it to her.

She offered me her condolences but took me off the case since I was too close to everyone involved. I wanted to argue but knew that I couldn’t. She was right, it was too personal. If I was the one interrogating him he would leave the room in bad shape, or not at all. After everything that had happened already we didn’t need any more trouble, so taking me off his case was the right thing to do.

And I was okay with that. I had sworn to myself that I would see him locked up, and I had. My work was done, where he was concerned.

10-02-15_6-59-32 PM

He got the last cell at the end of the row. We literally shoved him into the the loneliest, darkest hole we could find. Not only was he a wanted criminal but he had also betrayed their trust. In a way this was personal to every last one of us, but no one was more relieved to see him locked up than me. It was over. Blaine Raegan was finally finished.

10-02-15_6-56-08 PM

Kim Humphreys, an officer who had started shortly before I had, was hit particularly hard by the news. She was a skilled cop and Blaine had seen potential in her. He had mentored her from the day she had started her career here, and she had looked up to him. Kim had had suspicions but like most of my colleagues she had not wanted to believe them.

She was not the only one affected by the news, either. Most cops had looked up to him, some had even idolised him, and they wouldn’t go easy on him now that his betrayal had been uncovered.

Together we compiled a list of all other cops we suspected, and we cleared out the office in no time. By the time we were done almost half of our officers were gone, a shocking amount of which had been in higher positions. It opened up a lot of positions and we all steeled ourselves for numerous job interviews and a lot of paperwork in the near future.

10-02-15_6-56-52 PM

It felt good to finally have arrived at an end. I had achieved my long-term goal, we had raided the station of corrupt cops and I was excited for the future, but none of it seemed as rewarding without Emery here. I still held out hope that he’d be better soon and would come back, until I received the call I had been dreading two weeks after Blaine had attacked me.

Emery was gone. My best friend and only man I had ever cared this strongly about had passed away.