"Bye." It seems to be the norm here for people to just suddenly leave huh.

Sure does.

Well, it's time for Peter to be alone with his thoughts again.

...okay, no, first he'll text Cara to be introduced to some sisters and then he'll be alone with his thoughts.

There. Alone with thoughts time.

So. Ghosts exist. And may or may not have the option to "move on". But most importantly, ghosts exist. This means that his twelve-week lifespan is... maybe not that bad? If he gets to stick around after dying? He might need to kill himself before getting old though so that he can preserve his youthful looks he has literally zero idea how any of this works and should not make plans that involve killing himself before he does. Therefore, his next steps will be to have more than literally zero idea how any of this works.

But also, he should maybe start looking up what other supernatural things that could help him not die in twelve weeks there may be, like, say, are vamp—

—yes. Vampires are real. He doesn't even need to look them up he just knows this for a fact. As are werewolves, and mermaids, and... witches? He can be a witch?? He can have literal actual honest-to-God magic??????

Okay. Okay. Okay. Maybe his worries about his twelve week lifespan were unwarranted. Maybe it'll be fine. Maybe he won't even need to become a ghost or a vampire, maybe witches can deal with aging and other kinds of death somehow. Though he should still actually investigate all of those in case they have particularly desirable or undesirable traits. Maybe he could be a vampire ghost werewolf mermaid witch and combine all superpowers to become God. Can you even become a mermaid, he has no idea, maybe you gotta be born one.

Are there any other things he could be? Fairy no, elf no, sasquatch no, catperson no, shapeshifter no, wereanythingelse no, thinking about it a little bit more seems to indicate that those five things are the only supernatural Simoids that aren't regular Sims that he has the mysterious-but-certain knowledge exist. You know, as mysterious-but-certain as his knowledge of chairs is. Given the way he may or may not have appeared fully formed yesterday with his weird knowledge base.

Peter doesn't need to rush. He doesn't need to, to put everything else in his life on hold while he scrambles to figure out how to make his life worth living, while he looks for some way to not die in twelve weeks. Maybe he won't be able to figure anything out quickly enough, but he doesn't have to, because he will become a ghost if he dies and then he'll be fine. He can just keep going. He can figure it out.

He clonks his forehead on the dining table and lets out a slow, shuddering breath in relief. It's fine. He'll be fine. He can enjoy the university life he was born looking forward to.

"Y'a'right, mate?" asks one of his brothers, walking into the kitchen from the glass doors that lead outside to the pool, looking like he just came out of it.

"Yeah, bro, I really am," he says, straightening up again and grinning like a loon. "I'm alright because even if everything goes wrong and I die I'll still be a ghost and I'll be fine." That's probably also not going to help him not look like a loon but he doesn't even care.

"...die?" he asks, stopping in his tracks and looking alarmed. "Is everything okay? What, why would you die?"

"—I don't expect to, it's just that if it happens it won't be that big a deal."

"...what?"

"'Cause I'll be a ghost. So I'll still be around."

"Brrr, ghosts are terrifying."

Ah.

Right.

Dying in twelve weeks was not the only thing that might prevent him from enjoying his university life.

"I think they're alright."

"Creepy," he says, shuddering, and apparently that's all he had to say about the matter, as he walks into the kitchen.

So.

There's that pesky thing, right. That thing where everyone else seems to have suffered some form of severe brain damage that renders them incapable of stringing too-complex trains of thought together.

What is up with that.

Actually, maybe he should consider the possibility that it's selection bias. Maybe fratboys are stupid. That's, like, extremely unlikely, and most times when he felt really mean thinking things about other people he regretted that. But also, is "he happened to run into some genuinely dumb fratboys" less likely than "everyone ever is like that"? Obviously not.

Actually actually, even if everyone in his immediate vicinity is like that, that doesn't mean that there aren't any other Sims in the same situation he's finding himself in, of suddenly coming to and realising that the entire world makes no fucking sense. It'd make sense, actually, if he's not the only one. There's no reason he'd be the only one. His dick is big but it's not that big, he's not special enough to deserve being the only person who isn't like that.

There's an obvious thing to try: the internet. He can try to Siimgle some keywords and also post to the s/NoStupidQuestions subsimmit asking if anyone else had the experience of appearing fully formed out of the aether and realising that a 19-week lifespan is far too short and that everyone around them sounded like they could not hold more than two separate concepts in their heads at the same time.

(Why are so many companies named after "Sims". That's bizarre. Like, not that he has a better idea for what they ought to be called, but, why.)

Siimgle does not have any obvious hits that aren't fictional, nor does Simmit.

Unpromising but he's not gonna let that defeat him. He was already living in the emotional world where he might be the only one, he shouldn't get his hopes up just to have them dashed against the rocks of reality. 

...what's up with that metaphor. It was all over the place. 

Anyway, that prompts the thought of, if he wanted to be found by others like him, what would he do? Other than post to Simmit, obviously, since he's already done that.