Asylum challenge part 6

[azaya]

Heyyy so I'm not super into sims fandom at the moment but I have the last installment of the Tempus Fugit Asylum chronicles all ready to go so here it is!


Carmilla's pits: *stink with a mighty vengeance*

Florence: DAMN IT I THOUGHT WE AGREED NO BIOLOGICAL WARFARE


Biological warfare won the day, as Florence was well and truly trounced. Get used to the sight of this, because it's not going to stop any time soon.


Florence: Why *sob* can't *sob* I *sob* win *sob* any *sob* fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiights!

Cuthbert: Wow, there should be a movie based on this!


Archie and Cuthbert continue on being adorable.


Florence: Carmilla's boobs make me so angry!


Gustav: I'M SO ALOOOOONNNE


Gustav: MY PLIGHT IS THE MOST MOVING AND PITIFUL OF ANYONE EVERRRR


Ultimate Throwdown: The Bathroom Edition.


Archibald: So like, no pressure or anything, but how's it coming with the skill maxing and the subsequent getting us the hell out of here?


Oszanna: Great! Only five things left to master!

Archibald: Oh fucking great.

Cuthbert: Hooray!


Florence: *creeps*


You don't say.


Wait, what the fuck? Why Archie? He's the sweetest creature in this bucket of nuts and bolts!


Gustav: CARMILLA'S NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO MEEEEEEE


Carmilla: Boy, my boyfriend's desolate weeping is really killing my buzz.

Yeah, from here on out basically everyone cries and doesn't stop.


Oh thank Christ. This was Cleaning, I think?


Mulciber: BAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW


Carmilla: I admire your ability to shut out the crying and focus on your kicky bag.


Carmilla: Oh, hi, baby! Glad to see you're feeling better!

Gustav: *looms*


Why are you cheering for Florence and not your lady friend, Mulciber?


People who do not give a shit about this fight: Archie and Cuthbert.


Cuthbert: Ahh, I love watching my boyfriend walk up the stairs.

Archibald: Is he watching? ...He's watching! :">>


Florence: *is made airborne by the force of her failure*


Archibald: *peers*


Thora: Ozzzzzzzz...

Good to see you're still being you, Thora.


Cuthbert: Fuck that fight downstairs, I'm gonna fight you!

Archibald: Nakedly?

Cuthbert: Nakedly.


More fighting. Around this point I stopped documenting them because they happened pretty much every hour and had the same outcome every single time.


As you


can see.


Mulciber: Hey baby. Give me a call sometime, even though we live in the same building and see each other every day!


Evidently this charmed Carmilla.


Mulciber: My god, you have a remarkable rack.

Carmilla: Aww, you fooler. :>


Carmilla: I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR

Gustav: HOLY MONKEYTITS WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM

Way to cockblock, Carmilla!


Gustav: I and my wang will never forgive you for this.


Thora: Reflection, sometimes I think everyone here is crazy except you.


At least they're bathing now.


THORA LOOK OUT


Florence has finally come to terms with the loss of her beloved piano, probably because I took pity on her and put in this synth instead of the easel.

Florence But it's just not the same ;~;


Archibald: *abruptly wakes*

Thora: I really don't think six-bean chili is a recommended moisturizer.


Instead of cookies, I guess it's cake time.


Carmilla: *disproves the mythology regarding vampires and bodies of water*

Actually it's running water, and you aren't actually a vampire, kiddo.

Carmilla: Shut your trap, you fun-ruining harpy.


Apparently the one thing in common that everyone at Tempus Fugit has in common is being Thora's bestie.


Finally! We have our first aspiration failure. These assholes have been weirdly self-sufficient.


Mulciber: You know you want some.

Amazingly enough, I actually don't, really.


Mulciber: RAISE THE ROOF

You're outside.




Paperboy who isn't paid enough to put up with this shit: Just keep walking just keep walking just keep walking...




Cuthbert: EVERYTHING HERE STIIIIIIIIINNNNNKS

No, that's just you.


...and Mulciber.




Mulciber: This tastes like I smell.

Ohh, it can't be that bad.




Carmilla: ...and then I said, "It's not gonna hurt, that's what the lube is for!" Mulciber is so closed-minded.


Florence: DEATH


Thora: This window could use a good cleaning.


No one saw this coming at all!


Gustav: Carmilla, Carmilla, am I truly so easily forgotten?




Florence: I will systematically destroy everything you love.


Carmilla: My beatdown hand is getting sore.




Oz wears that smart hat so much I'd almost forgotten what her hair looked like.




Carmilla: I DON'T THINK VERY MUCH OF YOU AND YOUR DESIRE TO FUCK ZOMBIES.

Gustav: Ow, my clavicle!

Oszanna: I gotta say, at least it's never dull around here.


~cake~


Florence gets fat, looks hot.


Florence: Thanks! This is my sexy face.

I may have spoken too soon.


Thora: What are you doing sitting in my seat? That's my seat.

Carmilla: Eating a cheeseburger, what the fuck does it look like?


Thora: It looks like I got my seat back, snotrag.


Meanwhile, Oz maxes Cooking!


Oszanna: ...and if you elect me as your president, I promise more flags with asterisks on them for all!


Oszanna: *notes that Carmilla is running a beatdown factory*


Florence: WHEN WILL VENGEANCE BE MIIIIINE?!

When you get yourself some Body points, bb. The fact that Carmilla has eight and you have none could possibly be contributing to this endless cycle of you getting your ass handed to you on a platter?


Cuthbert: When we finally get out of this dump, I look forward to quiet nights at home with you...


Cuthbert: ...both of us in pearl necklaces...

Archibald: Hee!


Oszanna: And when I am president, there will be cookies for everyone!


Florence's sole accomplishment of her time in Tempus Fugit is that she's the only one of all eight patients to autonomously max anything.




Thora: *has mastered the art of checking out Oz's ass without looking directly at it*


Never mind.














Oszanna: As president I will see to it that our lube supplies never run out!


OH MY GOD JUST ONE MORE


YESSSSSSS.

So that's that! Oz achieved her LTW and everyone in the asylum is free to go!

The whole thing was really fun and different for me, but I'm tempted to do another one just to see if the next batch would be as good about keeping themselves alive and happy. Probably not for awhile though, since I'm not really playing sims much at the moment.

But I do have a Fritters update that should be posted soonish so there is that.

Comments

[lovelyxwow]

I have to say, there do seem benefits to fighting nakedly. Under covers. :D

Also, wow, only 6 parts in and they're free??? And no one died??? Lucky you! :)

[azaya]

Heh, indeed there are.

Yeah, I'm kind of stumped by how functional they were! In the end I guess it was a good thing, though, because I kind of love them all and I'd be sad if they died except for Gustav.