I recently decided to start a new neighborhood for my game since the ideal suburban setting is starting to wear on me after seeing it for a decade since TS1. I have a solid idea of what I want the neighborhood to turn out like in the end which I won't be revealing until well into the story, but the potential mythology for such a place seemed too obvious for me to not play through. After liking the idea so much, I've decided to share it with others. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1 - The Birth and Learning of Ava

In the beginning, a world was created from an empty space. A world limited in size, scope, and time from our own. The Creator found this world dull and lifeless, despite the presence of the creatures of nature.

To fill this void, the Creator spawned a woman, and her name was Ava. Perfect in physique, character, and sympathies, yet flawed only in the ways that make one a true human. This woman could neither age, nor die, nor bear children. The most basic knowledge such as speech and basic instinct were gifted to the woman, for the Creator knew that a mentally undeveloped human would surely die a cruel death in this new wilderness. The purpose of this woman was for the Creator to observe and provide for, with neither love nor hatred in his motivations.



In the new world the woman was placed amid a paradise, lush with water and fruit with which to sustain herself.



Happy without knowledge of anger, sadness, or even physical discomfort from knowing other humans, the woman thrived with the company of nature surrounding her. Should her favored bird to watch be found dead, no sadness was felt as more birds would sing the same song. It was a heaven, although the woman did not know of the concept, and for the time being life was nothing more than a series of needs met by the Creator.



It was not long until the Creator grew bored with observing the woman having only needs to worry about. To give the woman a concept of comfort and discomfort, the Creator provided the woman with a vessel of fire.



The woman quickly thought the gift of fire a blessing, for she enjoyed this new feeling of warmth and the way it allowed her to alter her food. The dancing glow of the fire in the surrounding forest brought the first smile to her face, the sensation of which the woman found even more pleasurable yet. For a while, this gift provided the woman great joy, despite the gradual dislike of certain things she began to develop.

With time the woman grew attached to the friendly flames the Creator had given her, even on the hottest days and muggiest nights. This was an attraction of thanks, for she had grown to fear the day the fires ceased to burn. This affection and excess heat grew to confusion, and on one particularly sweltering day the woman began to wander in a daze.



These misguided feelings began to lead the woman astray from the grove she inhabited, away from her food, her water, and her beloved vessel of fire. Yet the day's heat continued to build, gathering strength as she came to the end of her home valley.



This new land only increased the woman's confusion and jeopardy. Ignorant of the cooling embrace of her home's air currents, the midday sun relentlessly beat down on her. With the last fleeting glimpse of her home's fruit trees passing off into the underbrush, she succumbed to the heat and stupor.



Visions of untamed fires came to the woman, the once warming and loving element burning her without mercy. For the first time fear of losing this now hostile force turned to sheer terror of what she had loved. This caused her to let out her first tears and screams of fright as she began to wake up from her heat exhaustion.

Still shivering from what she had seen, the woman was consumed with worry of her former paradise turning into a hell. The day was spent huddled into herself in the shade of the forest, sweat and dirt staining her once pure body.

It was once the sun fell with the temperature and the stars began to rise that the distant static roar of her home's spring fed waterfall began to call out. Unable to see familiar trees in the night, this provided the only clue to her way back to the grove's nurturing embrace. Despite the fear, the woman stumbled back through the darkness, strange insects and thorny plants ripping at her skin along the way.

When the crescent moon stood at it's highest among the dusting of stars the waterfall was reached. Parched and miserable from the experience, the woman knew that the sweet, cold waters were what she craved.



Rejuvenated and purified as the virgin water itself, the woman began to contemplate her surroundings and the meaning of her experience. The plants of sweet berries and filling greens were no longer taken for granted. As the cold of the night set in, the woman's fear of the fires ripped at her mind. Only the unforgiving chill led her back to her usual resting place. Upon arriving, the gift of shelter around the vessel of fire to sleep under was provided by the Creator.



This simple lean-to structure of stone and wood gave the woman a new sense of comfort as she settled down to sleep off the horror and fatigue of the day. She turned restlessly on the dirt floor during the night to heat and cool each side of her body. As the side facing the fire began to sweat, exposure of that side to the cold night breeze provided a new feeling of well-being. Likewise for skin full of goosebumps to face the fire.

Waking before the sun, a new sense of wonder and curiosity came upon the woman. Why did this structure stand the way it did?



Why did the plants drop seeds and grow anew some time later?



This newfound ability to reason and deduct conclusions from separate observations astounded the woman. Taking a seed from fruit and burying it nearer to her resting place, food may become less distant with time, and possibly more plentiful if supplied with the rich soil and daily water that the plants seemed to love most.



When watching the waters, large fish would consume the smaller fish like the woman consumed the bounty of the plants. Surely, the woman thought, she could do the same.



The orderly placement and resulting strength of the new shelter also fascinated the woman, leading her to fashion a fourth wall for her home out of reeds. An alternating and parallel pattern of the grasses proved to have the most durability, and increased thickness provided more shade on burning days and trapped more heat on frigid nights. More reed mats and a stone slab suspended by other materials allowed the woman to rest above the cold and dusty ground and for her body to be placed in a more comfortable position.



The reeds and string from the environment were soon crafted into a covering for the woman herself. Her formerly nude body now protected from the elements while away from the shelter, the woman began to be more intrepid.



Eventually with the fear from her nightmares faded into the past and overshadowed by newfound curiosity, the grove began to feel confining. What the woman did not know is that this new power of creation from her environment was in fact another gift from the Creator. The ultimate power of creation itself.