Daily Prompt, 13/07/08: Antediluvian
Jul. 13th, 2008 01:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charamei"Granny, why did the town's name change to Pleasant Valley?"
The young Sim's grandmother leaned forwards in surprise. "Ah, have you never been told of the Great Flood, and the impact it had on our lives?"
"No," the little girl said. "Tell me."
And so the grandmother did.
She told of how the neighbourhood used to be, of Pleasantview, Strangetown and the others, neighbourhoods bound by geographical location, but very different in their cultures. She told of the scientists at Aspirational Laboratories, of Captain Hero in the skies, of General Grunt and catastrophes and day-to-day lives lived in the shadow of greatness. She told of Wants and Fears, of Aspirations and Personality Points, of Hobbies, and the child listened open-mouthed, for none of this was familiar to her.
She told of the Flood Apocalypse, of the survivors' ten-generation struggle to get back on their feet, and of how the landscape of Pleasantview was ravaged by it, so that it became a valley, and the changing of the town's name. She told of how they had long been cut off from Strangetown, Riverblossom Hills, and the others; she told of the Coming of the Pie Controller, of Promises made and broken equally arbitrarily, of the institution of the Torch-Bearer.
There had been such a thing once before, she said, but never to the exclusion of the whole neighbourhood.
The little girl listened, and when it was all told, she said, in amazement, "But then what happened?"
"Ah," the grandmother said, and tweaked her nose. "We'll find out when the next major apocalypse occurs, I expect."
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The young Sim's grandmother leaned forwards in surprise. "Ah, have you never been told of the Great Flood, and the impact it had on our lives?"
"No," the little girl said. "Tell me."
And so the grandmother did.
She told of how the neighbourhood used to be, of Pleasantview, Strangetown and the others, neighbourhoods bound by geographical location, but very different in their cultures. She told of the scientists at Aspirational Laboratories, of Captain Hero in the skies, of General Grunt and catastrophes and day-to-day lives lived in the shadow of greatness. She told of Wants and Fears, of Aspirations and Personality Points, of Hobbies, and the child listened open-mouthed, for none of this was familiar to her.
She told of the Flood Apocalypse, of the survivors' ten-generation struggle to get back on their feet, and of how the landscape of Pleasantview was ravaged by it, so that it became a valley, and the changing of the town's name. She told of how they had long been cut off from Strangetown, Riverblossom Hills, and the others; she told of the Coming of the Pie Controller, of Promises made and broken equally arbitrarily, of the institution of the Torch-Bearer.
There had been such a thing once before, she said, but never to the exclusion of the whole neighbourhood.
The little girl listened, and when it was all told, she said, in amazement, "But then what happened?"
"Ah," the grandmother said, and tweaked her nose. "We'll find out when the next major apocalypse occurs, I expect."