Death's Vacation part 1

Death's Vacation

This is loosely based on Terry Pratchett's version of Death. You may or may not see other characters from Discworld in here (depending on who I feel inspired to create) but even if you don't know these books, you're probably going to enjoy the silly antics that take place here.

Death considered the situation. He'd never had to reap other reapers before, the idea was ridiculous. He was Death itself, he had been since time began and life existed to eventually bite it. He was a concept, not a being, he did not have life and therefore could not die. But here lay another death, a little death, curled up at his feet having died of starvation.

Starvation! The very idea of it.

"HEEEY good buddy, ya wanna Sims U tshirt?!" hollered an uncharacteristically cheerful man in a ridiculous llama costume.

Very slowly, an idea formed in Death's mind. Perhaps it was time for a break.

Death took Binky with him when he left on his sabbatical. He had every right to, it was his horse and Binky enjoyed the exercise that globe trotting presented. Having secured a cozy cottage for a few days in Scandinavia, Death saw about making Binky comfortable.

Death’s first stop on his vacation is Geothermal Lakes. It’s a really pretty world but it’s mostly empty from the start so I found anything that might look like it fits and crammed it in. Some lots might look funny lol.

“What are you watching?” Quothe the raven asked.

HUMANS CALL IT TELEVISION

“No, what program is on?”

BAHAMA MAMA.

Outside, Binky wanders around and grazes. Fully saddled, because my dumb ass never thought to look to see if you could change a horse's outfit in Master Controller. Of course you can. I'm a dumbass.

THIS SEEMS LIKE AN EXCELLENT PLACE TO WATCH THE SUNSET

Ten minutes later, the sound of snoring emanates from the hood. So much for watching the sunset!

I love this damn sky mod.

“You’re having salad for dinner?”

WOULD YOU LIKE ONE?

“Ehh no, have you got any mice?”

Death tossed Quothe a piece of pepper, which the bird snapped up regardless.

NO.

“I don’t get a plate?”

I THOUGHT YOU DIDN’T WANT ANY

“Well I don’t, it’s just rude.”

Death wakes up, thinking about fishing.

Outside, Binky snatches bites off the trees and considers the stray cat that has wandered up onto the lawn.