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Saturday, October 08, 2005

Another Sim Bites the Dust ( Madame Butterfly, Windrider, and Kate RIP)

Windrider is now a full-fledged teenager. Why is Madame Butterfly crying? Kate seems fine, right?

Looks like Madame Butterfly sees something that Kate does NOT!

The Grim Reaper shows Kate her hourglass. "Time's up, Bitch!" Kate tries to grab the hourglass from the Reaper and shake a few more grains around, but it's no use. When it's time to go, it's time to go.
With a *poof* she's gone, and Madame Butterfly breaks down in tears.

Apparantly, it's not just a little breakdown either.

Poor Windrider. With his mama gone, all he has now is a tomb, the lessons she left him about life and the importance of knowledge...
...and crazy-assed Mama Butterfly to get him through his teenage years. Better pour a stiff one, Madame B. It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

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