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Asylum challenge part 4
Hello again! More asylum antics for your perusal! Announced by a spicy header! Scandalous!
See? Not very exciting. I just took it because I was a bit confounded by the fact that sims can wear smart hats, which presumably are full to bursting with electricity, into the shower.
And Mulciber is right where we left him; that is, passed out cold on the kitchen floor.
Cuthbert: *worry worry*
Cuthbert and Archibald: *worry worry*
Gustav: *whistles, unconcerned*
Cuthbert: IT'S SO SAD THAT MULCIBER HAS TO SLEEP ON THE COLD, HARD FLOOOOOOORRR
No sympathy from me, it's his own damn fault he didn't use any one of the five available beds.
Mulciber: My everything hurts.
Perhaps a side effect of sleeping on the floor all day.
Carmilla: I'm glad you didn't die, so let's do it or whatever.
Mulciber: *is so very amenable*
Gustav: Yeah so basically fuck storms, I wire into the power lines to reanimate my corpses.
Archibald: Have you no sense of tradition?!
Archibald: Any real mad scientist worth their salt would wait for a proper thunderstorm!
Archibald: I mean really, Oz, how many mad scientist horror movies have you seen where they used power lines?
Oszanna: Sure, I totally agree with whatever you're talking about! *~besties~*
Mulciber: OH WALL NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME BUT YOU
Mulciber: BEING COMMITTED ISN'T ANY FUNNNNNN
Really, I cannot understand why you guys keep being surprised to discover that.
He stood there and sobbed at the wall for three solid hours.
Mulciber: Perhaps if I pretend real hard, things will get better!... FLORA, MY BOSOM FRIEND, ISN'T LIFE GRAND
Thora: Actually it's 'Thora' but sure, whatever. Life is going pretty well lately...
Thora: ...In fact, everything is going just as planned. B)
Gustav: *senses weakness*
Gustav: I know things seem crappy now, but chin up! You're gonna make a great zombie.
Mulciber: Huh? Why do you say that?
Perhaps your motives could shed some light on this enigma.
Mulciber: Well, in any case, that's really creepy, but what a nice gesture nonetheless!
Gustav: Soon.
Thora: So, since we're friends now or some shit, I'm going to tell you all about how I'm the greatest kisser in the history of kissing.
Mulciber: Oh, do!
No. Go take care of your needs.
Florence: Grilled... cheese?
Florence: Now, I'm just putting this out there, it's up to you to decide what to do with it, but: I am probably the closest you can legally get to a zombie.
Gustav: You make a good point. I might be persuaded.
Florence and Gustav: *flirt*
Cuthbert: *sobs* THEIR LOVE IS SO - DARN - BEAUTIFULLLLLLL
Carmilla: Mulciber is gonna hate this. 8D
Carmilla: You're such a teddy bear, Gustav~
Florence: *zeroes the fuck in*
Florence: I am devastated by this turn of events.
Carmilla: So anyway, grills are cool. What is this weird feeling of warm gooshiness in my heart?
Florence: *reasserts claim*
Carmilla: Oh, yeah, don't I love that guy or something?
Thora: What's all this fuckery?
A better question is where are your eyebrows?
An update on Oz's skills. As you can see, she has not maxed a goddamn thing and this is no closer to being finished.
Mulciber and his true love, the floor, are ~reunited~
Carmilla: So how about I give you a backrub?
Florence: I see. This means war.
Florence: She's just a vampire. Zombies are the superior undead!
Carmilla: Next, we'll get you out of that turtleneck. To let your neck breathe. OwO
Thora: I admire your casual cruelty. Also, stay the hell away from my girlfriend! :D
Carmilla: You flatter me! And don't worry, I'm straight. :D
Carmilla: Are we gossiping about Florence? Hold up, I want in.
I'm not sure where this hate-on for Florence came from, but the inmates have been kind of boring to watch up til now so I am in support of this.
Florence: Victory is mine.
Florence: This is my 'won't you share my grave' face.
Gustav: I'm very aroused.
Eww.
Cuthbert: Holy shit, did you hear what I heard? Florence is into that?
Florence: Don't judge my fetishes. :<
Wow, you're actually worrying about your boyfriend?
Carmilla: NO, I'M WORRIED HE KNOWS ABOUT GUSTAV
Carmilla: THAT WOULD BE THE FACTUAL WORST
~Cookies~
Carmilla: EXCUSE ME MY UNCONSCIOUS ASSHOLE BOYFRIEND IS BLOCKING THE COOKIES
Thora: Fuck your hobby lot membership.
Oszanna: Oh... hi, Thora, I didn't know you were over here...
Thora: I've been waiting for you. For
Mulciber: Something is compelling me to wake up and leave the kitchen. I cannot resist.
Just Cuthbert being an asshole and ignoring the totally empty shower in the men's room, Mulciber, that's all.
Mulciber: ...and someday we will honeymoon in that star system! They have this entire planet of cozy little bed-and-breakfasts—
Carmilla: Wow, honey, that's... fascinating.
All of her expressions are scary ones.
Florence: So I heard you having sex with Mulciber! Guess you've lost interest in Gustav, then!
Carmilla: Wow, that is so profoundly uncomfortable.
After a rousing round of fucking his girlfriend, Mulciber once again reunites with his ~true love~.
Florence: You stink for not keeping Carmilla off Gustav, Mulciber!
This seems like a bad idea.
All right! Well! Now we know smart hats can survive immersion in pools as well as being worn in the shower. And by 'survive', I mean they don't short out and electrocute the fuck out of everything.
Oh my god you are wasting the hat, wake up and use it.
Mulciber is looking like a good candidate for the asylum's first casualty.
Carmilla: Man oh man, it is a hot guy buffet in here. I don't know where to start!
I would suggest Gustav, simply because he's conscious!
Carmilla: How much do you want to let me have Gustav? I'll pay you.
Florence: I won't even consider such a thing.
Carmilla: No, seriously! I have money. Tons of it.
Unfortunately, since you are currently committed, you can't get at it! I guess you and Florence will have to keep fighting over Gustav's zombie-loving dick instead.
And finally, what I know you really came for:
k bye bros.
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