Hardcore Gamer: The Sims 4 boasts something previous entries in the series failed to produce: emotions. While my band of quirky characters had their share of unique attributes and cutesy mannerisms, they were puddle-deep. The complexity capped at a desire to birth a child or order a pizza; interchangeable "wants" and "needs" that required senseless conquering of humdrum tasks. Ultimately, the results were inches of accomplishment on the happy-o-meter, crawling towards success like a grass-mowing, food-shopping, house-cleaning, friend wooing Galápagos tortoise. The problem is, I never felt very successful. I couldn't relate to my characters or their stupid desires, and so I didn't feel bad about abandoning those lifelong dreams chosen meticulously by the engine.