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2. Hello, dear reader. You probably wonder who I am.
My name is Getta Jobson and this is the blog where I will tell you the story of
my life.
You may be wondering why I'm all by myself, standing in front of an empty
field. The story behind that can actually be told very quickly.
As you can see I'm what people call a Face 1. With the added recessive red
hair and green eyes and some freckles to top it off I was considered a very
pretty sim right from the day I was born. My parents, realizing the potential
of my look, tried to mold me into their perfect little model.

3. I hated it. I love being around people and talking to them, but everyone always
just saw my pretty face and nothing more. So when I finally turned 18 and was
legally free I left to make my own fortune.
They weren't happy that I ruined their dreams of a famous daughter and
getting rich, so they made sure that I had no access to the money I earned by
modelling, believing that I would give up once I realized what being poor meant.
But I don't care. Luxury is nothing I require. I want to do something
honorable, something where my looks don't matter. The military seemed like a
good place to start, so I cut my hair and applied at the recruiting agency.

4. My house, if you want to call it that, is really just a windy shack equiped with
the bare necessities. But it will suffice for the time being. I don't want to
prove my parents right after all.
And on the bright side the town even allowed me to install a targeting range,
so I can get some practice while I wait for the military to accept me in their
fold.

5. I unfortunately didn't have enough money to invest in some upscale training
equipment to get myself fit, but fortunately I at least have my jump rope. It
should be sufficient to keep me in shape and once I have a job I will
probably be able to afford something better.

6. I regularly check the Simnational army's homepage for this month's
recruiting list. But so far they haven't announced anything. I really hope
that I passed their test and will be accepted, otherwise I will have to think
of something new to do with my life.

7. Since I'm still very new in town the local residents often come over to greet
me. Usually I am very happy to meet new people, but the characters that
visited me today looked very peculiar. I think two of them might be members
of a street gang or maybe even a revolutionary group. Since my first duty is
always to my country I will keep a close eye on them for now, maybe even
befriend them to get a better impression of who they are.

8. I tried to get more information on my two shady visitors from the only normal
looking member of the group, but he couldn't tell me much. He obviously had
only recently met them himself and the only thing he knew was that they were
part of a very exclusive social group.

9. I was very surprised when one of my visitors, although I barely know them,
gave me this flatscreen tv. But once I turned it on my suspicions were
confirmed.
This is no ordinary tv of course. It only has one program which consists of
some kind of cult leader, I assume, talking about his visions. I have not yet
determined what he is trying to accomplish, but I will find out.

10. The next morning I got up at my usual time right before dawn and got right
on my computer. I wanted to check simipedia for information about the local
group. But before I did that I couldn't quite resist checking the Simnational
army recruiting announcements again.
My eyes scanned the page again and again before I finally believed it and
whooped. I had been accepted. My letter would probably arrive sometime
later today and soon my training courses would start.
My happiness made me forget all about the strange social group for the
moment.

11. And there it was. The official document that would change my life. But it
hadn't come alone. There was also a letter by my parents, that quite
generously offered to take me back home if only I came back to my senses
and started modelling again. Shaking my head I threw the letter away. This
part of my life was over forever.

12. I think I have finally found proof of the hypnotic qualities of the tv the social
group left me. This poor unsuspecting fellow walked by and curious as most
people are decided that since the tv is sitting in my unfenced backyard he
could just watch it. A mere 5 minutes and he was totally enthralled.
I am very glad that I'm seemingly of a stronger mind and haven't fallen prey
to this.

13. Fortunately I was able to save the poor fellow by turning off the tv
immediately. I think he is ok, although he seemed a little dazed when he left.
As an additional safety measure I will hide the tv remote under my bed,
ensuring that no one who isn't supposed to watch the tv will be able to.

14. Just a few hours later I was cooking dinner, when my stove suddenly and
without any other possible reason than sabotage caught on fire. This seems an
awful convenient coincidence considering what I discovered about the social
group. I do not have proof of course, but I think I saw one of them sneaking
away amongst the chaos that the fire brigade's arrival brought.
Fortunately I wasn't hurt, but my dinner was beyond being salvagable.

15. If anyone still doubted my theory they should be convinced now. The sink
started acting up just a few hours after the stove had been sabotaged. I'm so
glad that my army training camp will start soon and I will finally have someone
to talk to about my worries. This is a matter of simnational security after all.

16. Very early the next morning the military academy sent over a car to take me
away to the secret location of my training course. I would very much like to
know where we are going, but fresh recruits never get to know where the
compound is. A very sensible safety measure in my opinion.

17. I have to say the weeks I spend at the training facility were the most
productive in my entire life. Crawling through the mud and marching till my
feet almost bled simply feels more natural than the catwalk to me. I know now
that I truly made the right decision.
Since I was the best in my class I also got a promotion, becoming part of a
very special unit.
Even though my life is starting to get good I am still worried about the secret
group, but I still have too little information to go to my higher-ups.

18. Encouraged by the training I had received I decided to go to the most direct
source of information I had and contact one from the social group. We didn't
have any training on interrogation techniques, but I am reasonable sure that if
it comes to the worst threatening him with my axes will work perfectly. While
I waited for his arrival I did a few more training throws, reassuring myself
that I was capable of defending myself.

19. It turned out to be easier than I had originally believed. Threatening him with
my fists was enough to make him promise me to tell me everything he knew,
everything I might want to know. Finally my many questions would be answered.
That's what I thought at least.

20. "What do you mean by you're only paid muscle?" I couldn't quite believe what
Clem, that was the guy's name as I had found out in the meantime, told me.
"I mean exactly what I said. Betty and me are members of a local biker gang
called 'Social group'. I don't know who hired us, but they paid us a nice sum to
sabotage your things. And the guy on the tv was just one of those show
preachers. It must have gotten stuck on the religion channel when we
sabotaged it."

21. Once we were done talking Clem hugged me and whispered in my ear. "I know
how hard it can be to start over in a new town. Especially when one obviously
has enemies like you do. If you need anything just call. The 'Social group' is
not your enemy."
I was so grateful and actually very glad that I had never told my suspicions to
my higher-ups. "Thanks for being honest and clearing things up."
"I'm glad I did. I'll see if I can contact my former employers again and find
out who they are."
I actually do have a nagging suspicion...

22. Even if it truly were my parents, who were behind this attempt at sabotaging
my fresh start, like I suspected, they were very far from being sucessfull. I
was quickly climbing the military ranks, now even earning enough to not have to
constantly worry about how I would pay my bills. Not enough to build a real
house yet, but I would get there eventually.

23. Having cleared things up with Clem it had been so easy to assume that
everything would go smoothly now. But there were seemingly a couple things he
had forgotten to mention. Or could there be another reason things still kept
breaking?

24. Well, if they really think that they can make me give up by getting people to
sabotage my stuff every time I'm at work I have to say that I feel really
sorry for them. If I truly were the model they had wanted me to be I would
probably complain about my broken nails now, but I'm not. Instead I relish
every chance I get to better my mechanical skills. Maybe I will be able to
repair tanks one day.

25. The first year in my new life passed very quickly. Summer turning into autumn
and autumn into winter. I was too occupied with training courses and new
recruits to ever really think about all that had happened so far. But once
christmas commercials startet to pop up everywhere and even the hardest
military men could sometimes be found secretly whistling a christmal carol
under their breath I started getting a little reminiscent.
Since their plan with Clem had failed my parents had not tried anything of
substance again. A broken appliance here or there, but that could also have
been chance. Should I try to call them and fix our broken relationship? I really
don't know.

26. Since I wasn't sure I hesitated. Frequently checking my mailbox instead. Back
when I still modeled and was away for some shooting over the christmas day
my mother would always send me at least one postcard to wish me a 'Merry
Christmas'. Maybe I was delusional to believe that they would see that they
had wronged me and not the other way around.

27. I waited and waited and waited, but their card never came. It was christmas
eve when I was finally done waiting and decided to call them.
"Hello...Mom? It's your daugh..." I didn't even get to finish my timid greeting
by the time she interrupted me.
"I don't have a daughter at the moment. I will have one again when she stops
this folley of working a man's job and returns to what she was really made for.
Being a model."
My hopes were smashed in an instant, replaced by anger. They hadn't changed
at all. "Then you'll never have a daughter again." With these words I ended the
call.

28. As soon as I had slammed the receiver down I collapsed on the cold, lighly
frozen grass, feeling more lonely than ever before. Looking back on it now I
was very lucky that it was an exceptionally mild december. It did snow a few
times, but never enough to really cover the ground, otherwise I would have
probably given up on my dreams and frozen to death.
I almost did. Give up my dreams, I mean. But while I sat there asking myself if
I was really more happy now, than I had been before, a twinkling falling star
made it's way over the sky. It was childish really but I smiled and made a wish.

29. It is probably childish to believe that the falling star had anything to do with
it, but my life suddenly seemed to go so much easier, things seemed to just
want to happen in my favor all the time. I honestly would have been happy
enough with being promoted to a higher rank, recognized for my excellent
tactical abilities rather than my pretty eyes. But when my commanding officer
told me that he knew someone who would build me an affordable house that
was a lot better than the shack I still lived in who was I to say no?

30. It is more flash than substance really. Maybe I should have just told him that
even though his plan was beautiful it would leave we with no money to buy
furniture, but the moment he showed me the training course he had planned
for the backyard my brain stopped functioning and my heart took over.
Oh well. I do already own a bed, a fridge and a toilet. Everything else is just
luxury anyway.

31. A little while later I was talking to one of my many, many male friends that I
had managed to aquire since my arrival in this town. In the beginning I had
suspected that they only wanted to befriend me because I was pretty, but
that suspicion turned out to be wrong. He opened my eyes for something I had
not really thought about so far.
"Getta, there is something I don't understand. You have been promoted to a
good position, have this house now...when are you going to start a family like
every sim wants to?"

32. Maybe it was due to the bad relationship with my parents, but having a family
of my own had never occured to me. All I had wanted to do in the beginning
was get out of my old life. But now that my talk with Phil had opened my mind
to the possibility of having a husband and children I was suddenly unable to
ignore it. Wherever I went, whatever book I read, I found loving couples and
families everywhere. And I wanted the same.

33. Being a girl of action I decided to do something about my loneliness. The next
day was my day off anyway, so it was the perfect opportunity to finally meet
someone I could fall in love with. After my army issued energy drink in the
morning I felt perfect and ready to go on the hunt.

34. My destination was quickly found, even though I had never been there before.
The Downtown Pokerclub, although open to everyone, was mostly frequented
by military personnel. Or so I had been able to gather from all my
subordinates talking. It was still a little early in the day, so there weren't too
many people there. But smoke still hung in the air thinkly, stinging my eyes and
threatening to make me go into a coughing fit. Maybe this wasn't the right
place for me.

35. I quickly retreated, glad when I was finally outside and getting fresh air into
my lungs again. While I still enjoyed my breaths of fresh air the rain that had
been threatening to fall since this morning actually started. Unwilling to go
back into the smoky den I had just left, I found shelter under a large
overhanging roof.
And that's where he entered my life.

36. I don't think Raymond had planned on talking to me, he had just been seeking
shelter from the rain, just like me. But since I hate to just stand next to
someone without talking to them I introduced myself to him. And then we just
talked...for hours and hours, not even noticing how quickly time passed. He told
me that he had actually seen me at the base before, but never dared to
approach me, because he had assumed that a beautiful girl like me would never
be interested in him. I told him that he was a fool. Because even if his nose is
a little crooked, which it is since he broke it three times during combat
operations, he is still the nicest man I have ever met.

37. When we finally noticed that it had already gotten dark I hugged him good-
bye and told him that I wanted to see him again. He promised me to come and
visit me the next day.
I have no idea if he feels about me like I do about him, but I can honestly say
that I have a real crush on him.

38. I was so overjoyed when Raymond finally turned up on my doorstep that,
without thinking too much about it, I simply rushed over to him and gave him a
kiss. Realizing what I had done I wanted to apologize as soon as our lips parted,
but he just smiled at me with that very sweet smile of his, not looking mad at
all.

39. The next weeks went by in a blur of happiness. Raymond and me were simply
perfect together.

40. We had epic pillow fights...

41. ...and even trained together, always motivating each other to do our very best.

42. But the most important thing was that we were simply completely in love with
each other. With Raymond there I did not think about my past anymore, I did
not have to think about those moments of absolute loneliness I had suffered
through after having severed all ties with my parents, who finally seemed to
have given up on sabotaging my life.

43. So it was really only a matter of time until Ray moved in with me.

44. Our life was going perfectly. With our combined funds we had managed to
make over the house, making it feel more like a home than just a house I lived
at. Both our careers were going good too, my promotion to general looming just
over the horizon.
And when Ray proposed to me one fine sunday afternoon, after having acted
quite secretive over a couple of days, what could I have said but yes?

45. We didn't want to rush the marriage though, deciding to wait until I had been
promoted to general before tying the knot.
A few weeks after Ray had asked me to marry him I came home, rushing into
the house to tell him the good news that I had finally been promoted and we
could get married.

46. But instead of telling him my good news I found him talking on the phone,
looking quite shocked.
"Yes, sir." "Yes, of course I understand, Sir." "It's an honor, Sir."
He didn't even have to tell me what the call had been about. The fact that
Simnation would soon deploy troops to a far away country that was currently
bordering on a civil war was no secret in headquarters.

47. Knowing how quickly fate could end someone's happiness if a loved one was
sent into battle, Raymond and me decided to get married before he left.
There was no time to organize a fancy party, so instead of trying we decided
to get married down at the park and one of the old trees there.

48. It may not have been the huge dream wedding that most girls imagine, but it
couldn't have been more perfect for us.

49. We promised each other forever under the long hanging branches of a willow
tree, knowing that it might not come to pass.

50. It was a few days after our marriage and wedding night that I was sick in the
morning for the first time. I instantly suspected that I might be pregnant. But
it was the day of Raymond's departure and I didn't want him worrying about a
possible unborn child while he was out risking his life. So I kept silent about it.

51. Weather never cares about people's woes, because the day my husband left
for an uncertain future was far too sunny and bright.

52. It wasn't long until my suspected pregnancy started to show. I still hadn't told
Ray about it, there simply hadn't been the right time to do it. The country he
was in was not just bordering on a civil war anymore, the two powerhungry
political sides had started the fighting for real. Ray and the rest of the troops
were so immensed in the fighting that he barely found time to call. And the
few times he did I just never found the perfect moment.

53. During my whole pregnancy I tried everything to distract me from my
husband's absence, but I couldn't help myself, I absolutely had to watch the
news every evening. And each day I would anxiously wait for the speaker to
announce that the civil war was coming to an end or at least that no more
soldiers had died.

54. It was one of the last days of autumn, when I happily answered the phone,
having just come home from the doctor, who had confirmed my unborn baby's
health. Ray hadn't called the last few days, so I expected it to be him.
But it wasn't. Instead it was a cold, clinical voice, shattering my happiness with
just a few words.
To be continued...