Found here http://www.modthesims.info/showthread.php?t=442322
I'm not sticking with the scenario given in the post because it doesn't make sense that I can fly where ever I want, BUT I'm stranded on an island.
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So here's what I remember. My name is Jace McDermott. I was on a party cruise ship. We were destined for somewhere warm. Where? I'm not sure; I was slightly too drunk to remember. That's probably why I can't remember how I made it to the life boat, how long I drifted to reach this island, or how I managed to not dehydrate on the way here. It befuddles me on all accounts.
There's nothing to the beach except an old toilet, a hot refrigerator, and a sleeping bag. And I hope the owner doesn't come back for them because right now its all I have.
Right away I think of food. Maybe its my massive hangover. Maybe I haven't eaten in days. Either way I need food. And I need it now. At least I'm on an island right? I fashion a fishing pole out of drift wood and seaweed. My scout instructor would be so proud! It will work until I can find something more suitable.
(pretty damn good fishing pole crafted from drift wood and seaweed!- snort)
In the distance I see land. It's by far too far to swim but my life boat isn't too badly gone. It may be salvageable. After days of working on it, the boat can stay in the water without sinking, even under my weight! My scout instructor is beaming! I push off on half a days journey. I finally make dock in a small tributary in a lush foreign land.
The few locals I met are complete A-holes. I've decided I don't want to stay long, and I sure don't want to come back.
I find my way back to my boat to find out the hole has started leaking. It's an easy fix but means I have to stay in this terrible place longer.
I spend time like a local at the Phoenix Martial Arts Academy. Just me, myself, and Jace 2.0, the little me in my head. I like to think that he's always pushing me forward, but sometimes he's just an ass. Awe, look at the tough Jace get beat by a some sticks! He's always been my worse critic. Such a sissy hit!
But that's okay, I soon show him who's boss.
While I'm busy fighting with my inner "cheer squad," I can't help but notice the cutie next to me catching my eye. And there's something about a girl that can break a board with her hands that just screams HOT!
What's great is she's coming towards me.
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