Sim Survivor - Elimination Round 3

This sunset looks edible. Seriously. It is the exact shade of ripe mango meat, and I want to eat it.

...Oh, sorry, am I supposed to be counting votes or something?


"So, uh...I get to kill Darren, right? I really want to kill Darren tonight."







Sorry, Sim-Me, it looks like we've got a tie and Darren's not part of it.


"Aw..."


As my first ever tiebreaker, I chose to pit Lonnie and Nelson against one another in a group activity of some sort. The foosball table was handy, so I plopped it down in the game world and released them from the graveyard to play.


Okay, the first to autonomously give up is the one who dies. Go!


They played for hours, each unwilling to lose, while the others remained trapped in limbo.


At some point, Darren approached Sim-Me and attempted to regale her with an entertaining story. She didn't want any part of it.

"Oh, come on! I'm starving and I really have to pee--the least you could do is laugh when I say something funny!"


"No! Go away!"


Rejected and sad, Darren peed himself.


Sim-Me was not amused.


The foosball game lasted until midnight or thereabouts, when one of the contestants finally threw in the towel and wandered off to get some food.


Lonnie, you are the third person to fail Sim Survivor. Congratulations.


I decided to use the pistol this week! It's an old friend of mine, having been fired countless times while playing my assassin sim.


Die!


W...what? The bullet passed through Lonnie and hit Dona as well?!

Damn you and your efficiency, old friend! Reload! Reload!


Let's try this again.


This time I made sure to stick him in an unoccupied corner, so that my magic bullet did not take out everyone within a four-foot radius.


As Lonnie expired, Meece and Darren talked about what they plan to do if they win the house in Meadow Glen. Dona wished she could leave the graveyard. Only Nelson cried for him.


Sim-Me looked annoyed that she'd had to kill Lonnie twice. Hey, reloading the game took forever.


Hello, officer! Get lost!


Lonnie begged for his life, but he had no death flower and was therefore SOL.


Death hung around long enough to express his hatred of the broken sink, then took off running instead of doing the usual fadeout.


He shouldn't have bothered, since he had to turn around and come back not two minutes later as I realized that Lonnie's headstone had glitched out of existence and I would need to reload the game and kill him again. This time, perhaps numbed to the experience of dying horribly, he was more compliant.

And there you have it: the messiest execution that I have ever done.

With five contestants left and no functioning shower, sink, or toilet left in camp, the next month promises to be an interesting one.

Sim Survivor - Days 1 to 7, Week 3

The contestants are never in good spirits anymore. I suppose they've figured out that, now Clinton and Kelly are gone, the less obnoxious of them are next on the chopping block.


All of them are constantly in the red and so the garden has fallen into a state of permanent neglect. Even Nelson refuses to tend to it, despite constantly rolling wants to raise his gardening skill or acquire more crops.


More and more NPCs are starting to appear. I peeked at this one in CAS and he is a Brave, Flirty, Friendly, Neat Kleptomaniac maid whose lifetime ambition is to become a master thief. His name? Stanley Priest. Also, his swimwear is a pair of jeans.

I don't know either.


To try and make the week even slightly more interesting to play and document, I decided to create an immunity challenge. I took away the fridge and the sink and left my unsuspecting contestants with two platters full of rotten salad. Whoever autonomously eats some first will be guaranteed to live through the next elimination round!


Clinton visited again and made it painfully clear that he still hates Nelson.


He then hopped into the nasty salad and possessed it. He is the most idiotic poltergeist ever.


Are you going to, Dona?


Of course you are. I don't know why I thought that anyone else would even have a chance at winning this.

Dona will not be eliminated this week even if everyone votes for her.


Lonnie seemed distressed by the toilet, which is clogged again. If you want it fixed, you moron, do it yourself!


Their plumbing situation went from bad to worse the next morning as the shower decided it, too, would break. Everyone was upset, but since they were all still in the red--and will probably never not be red again--nobody would have fixed it even if I'd told them to.


But who cares? Just look at that gorgeous sky!


By Saturday almost everyone smelled foul.


Rather than making any effort to repair the shower, they opted to just mop up its endless supply of puddles instead. Nelson had been on his way to the same puddle that Lonnie is occupying here, but, thwarted, wandered off again and chose to make himself useful by cleaning up the dirty dishes.


Dona beat him to it, and since her idea of "washing the dishes" is "licking the food off of them" and his is not, she didn't do nearly as good a job as he would have.


Lonnie continued to gripe about the toilet to whoever would listen, and even some who wouldn't.


Gripe about this instead, Lonnie.

Sim Survivor - Elimination Round 2

Each contestant has voted and the results are in!








It was a pretty close race. For a few minutes I thought there might be a tie. I have to say that I'm disappointed with the results, as I was looking forward to shutting Lonnie up, but the contestants have spoken and rules are rules.


Or are they?


Yeah, they are. Kelly Afanador, you have been voted off the island. Prepare to die.


"Argh! But I really wanted that house in Meadow Glen! Property values are through the roof there!"


As you can see, everyone was very concerned for her.


"Oh, well, better her than us. Right, honey?"

I...I don't think that you're as nice as you lead everyone to believe, Esmeralda.


"Man, I'm tired. I can't wait to get home."


Heh. Still can't get in? Nobody invited you anyway, officer.


Kelly's ghost is purple!


Wait, what is it doing?


Where did you get that, Kelly?!


"For you, Mister Robe Guy!"


And what do you think you're doing, Death?! Stop it! You're ruining the elimination round!


*facepalm* *facepalm* *facepalm*


Well, I guess I'll just have to kill her again.


Err, Sim-Me, is stabbing her there really going to be effective?


Apparently it is. You don't look so confident now, do you, Kelly?


This time around, Death was unmoved.

There are now six contestants left, and the next week will have a surprise or two to keep things fresh!