“I was made from here,” puts forth Douglas, standing in the midst of the Albert Swamp Cemetery.
Ahh, the plot thickens, thinks Wheeler. “Parts?” she queried.
He starts indicating locations. Well, *a* location. “That headstone,” he gruffs while pointing ahead. “Head.” He points to his own.
“Uh *huh*. Feet?” she hastens the process, looking behind her to see if he would be vulnerable to suggestion. Another test of character from her, then. But, to her pleasure and satisfaction, he points to the same tombstone. “Same body,” he utters.
“Ohh, nice. And how about the rest, the arms, the legs, the torso, the… other stuff? Same?” she guesses. She moves forward and crouches down before he gets a chance to answer, checks the name on the tombstone. “Yup, looks like so. Albert…” she reads… “can’t make out the middle name.”
“Wendell,” issues Douglas, revealed now as a cobbled together Albert sim monster (of lore?).
“Okay… take your word for that. Then… yes, Douglas. Years 1882 through, it looks like, 1942. Oh, only 60 years old when he — you, I guess — died. War?”
“Just after war.” He was saying when he was born — remade — not the circumstances of death, Wheeler understood.
“*Wheeler*,” calls an energized Bob at the gate of the cemetery. “I’ve been looking all over for you!”
“Well. You found me!” she tries to match his energy. In turning she noticed he didn’t bring along his pipe. Unusual! Something has changed on his end too, she senses.
“I’ve found the cat-people and they are me,” he just blurted it out plainly and simply. “We can go home; back to The Burg. I can fix everything with my newfound psychic abilities.” He points to his own head with one of his 2 free hands. “Mind power.”
“Oh,*great*. That’s great news, Bob. It really is. But…”
“But what?” Bob looks at her and then the monster and then back. “You’ve found someone?”
“I’ve *made* someone,” she corrected. “Back in time. Cool, huh? I have powers too. Albert, I mean, *Douglas,* meet Bob. Bob the Builder who’s going to fix the problems of our Burg with his powerful brain powers now. Cool, huh?” she says in turn to him. He grunts. Wheeler takes it as a sign he’s impressed. She’ll have much time to learn the ins and outs of his mannerisms, though. She has to stay; she has to take care of him, her monster after all. There’s more mysteries here in this big ass swamp of a sim. And probably Pogo to the north as well. Okefenokee North? Could be. Maybe even a bit of Providence Canyon mixed in here too. Wouldn’t that be the oddest?
Sunklands 