Survivor challenge part 3

[azaya]

After sitting untouched since 2012, I was reminded that these folks exist and decided to pick them back up. Conveniently, several of the hacks I normally have to pull to facilitate smoother surviving are inexplicably broken, so why not take advantage?

Since it's been almost two years exactly, a quick refresher: there's eight sims in a house and the one who lives the longest is the winner. I don't know what they win yet. It'll be a fun surprise!

The first twenty or so pictures are from my old computer, which could not use smooth edges and is now honorably retired in my closet. After that they get better!


Stanley: Yay, dancing!

Daisy: METAL


Daisy: MONOPOLY

Stanley: dancing


Kirie attempts to take solace in the arts.


Daisy takes solace in... whatever this is.

Daisy: METAL


Stanley: I don't quite know what to think of this.


Karolina: Eh.




I didn't totally think the layout of the kitchen through.


Priorities


Beatrice: Gosh, I could really go for a food.


Daisy: It's a nap, for me. Riiiight... here.


Kirie: Ugh, Demelza is so gross. I'd better tickle her. That'll teach her to be ugly around me!


Daisy: Damn that phonograph, doesn't it know I'm trying to have a quiet moment with this grilled cheese?

Beatrice: Kinky.


Kinky grilled cheese: *snore*


Sophie: I must have a kinky grilled cheese of my very own! 'Scuse me, Daisy.


Demelza: Fuck. Really? This is where I am, at this point in my life? In competition with a damn grilled cheese sandwich?


Stanley: Screw all of them, olive loaf is far superior to grilled cheese. Ask anyone. Anyone besides those fucks.


Stanley: I'll keep all the olive loaves to myself. I'm the only one who understands.


Karolina: Lol. That fucking idiot's eating sandwiches in the bathroom and crying again.

Kirie: Wha— oh Glob, I was having the most terrible dream! I was trapped in a house with seven total assholes and I couldn't leave until I had killed them all!

Demelza: Honey, have you got a storm coming.


Olive loaf sandwich: Hello darkness my old friend ... I've come to talk with you again ...


WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT, SOME KIND OF YARD BANSHEE


Sophie: So... are we really gonna do this with the deer watching?

Beatrice: Hey, be cool. Marvin's a rad dude. He won't judge.


Karolina: WEAKLING!




Comburenthair Combatboots: *creeps past the house, hoping to go unnoticed*


Beatrice: This olive loaf sandwich is pretty good, but I don't think there's anything like a nice grilled cheese.

Karolina: Word.

Stanley: Listen here you little shits




Demelza: Poor Daisy! I knew that olive loaf was suspish.

Daisy: *snore*


And now it's 2014 and the pictures have smooth edges, hooray!


Daisy: *passive-aggressively blocks hir boyfriend's line of sight to the television*

Oliver: I'm good!




Karolina: This is not a bed and I resent it.


Oh, no! Please, don't come repossess any of our beautiful, expensive things! We'll be so sad if you do. All these pieces of furniture are heirlooms or antique finds painstakingly restored! Obviously.


I had speakers in every room but the upstairs hall, so they kept gathering there to pass out since it was the only place they wouldn't be startled awake by whatever quality records they had on the phonograph.


Oh, and this bathroom too. I rectified that shortly after.


~*~*~cookies~*~*~


Beatrice: Man, sleeping in a bed would be killer. Too bad I only know how to use a bed for fucking.


Sophie: I don't understand. Weren't we sleeping like thirty seconds ago?

Karolina: It's all Oliver's fault.

Stanley: Totally Oliver's fault.

Oliver: I suspect Karolina.


Karolina: No, no, no. Nothing can convince me Don't Stop Believin' is anything but a crap song full of crap.

Stanley: You cad.




Karolina: You know what else sucks? The entire last season of The X-Files.

Stanley: Now THAT we can agree on!


Then Oliver passed out blocking the way to the fridge, and I got hopeful that someone might starve to death! It was at this point that I began to worry I might be the Devil.


But no one did starve to death, so I could continue to deny to myself awhile longer my true demonic roots. (Hail Satan.)


Demelza: My girlfriend's other girlfriend looks fly passed out on that cookie.


I was literally just about to be like 'gosh Daisy is cute' and then zie decided to fucking mouthbreathe directly at me like zie is mocking me. You're a buttbag, Daisy.


So here's where Smart Beds broke and people started actually using them rather than just passing out wherever they ran out of energy.


Daisy: Light as a feather, stiff as a board. Light as a feather, stiff as a board...


Beatrice: Hooray


Demelza: I'M HUNGRY AND TIRED AND THESE BUTTERFUCKERS ARE IN ALL THE DAMN BEDS I QUIT I WANT TO GO HOME


Karolina: Man I'm great (still)


Beatrice, I see you're heroically bathing in the broken shower instead of the fully available, fully working one right beside it. Way to Bea.


Karolina: Oh HELL YES. I am gonna get so fucking baked you don't even KNOW. I love you, Overlord!

Actually I put it in because the hunger depreciation from smoking joints usually kills— I mean, 420 blaze it 8D


Sophie: BED BANSHEES?

Beatrice: No babygirl it's just me I'm a human


Demelza: JESUS CHRIST I had the worst nightmare. I was exercising.

gpoy


Karolina: *quietly farts*


Oliver: Aww, come on! I know we're supposed to be Battle Royaling each other but there have to be RULES!


Karolina: Dear Diary, how are you? I am well. But I must admit your continued refusal to write back leaves me confused and dismayed.


Demelza: No... NO!! The exercise, it's back! The one that killed my father!


Stanley: Hooray, I love exercise!


Karolina: Dear Diary, today I convinced the plebes I live with that a gnome is secretly stealing their underwear. I have successfully drawn suspicion away from myself, and my underpants reserves swell daily.


Karolina: Form up, bitches, I made yogurt.


Stanley: Holy halibut, I'm so hungry I could eat twelve horses.

Karolina: There's some yogurt on the counter. I made it. Well, I put fruit in it.

Stanley: Is the fruit on the bottom?

Karolina: ...........sure.


Stanley: Although she lied to me about the approximate positioning of the fruit, that Karolina is a good sort.

Karolina: got him.


Daisy: Hey there Kirie, you are not food!

Kirie: You bet your mascarpone butt I'm not food.


Marvin: Niiiiiiiice


Demelza: OH GOD I DREAMED I WASN'T HAVING ANY FUN! ...wait.




Karolina: I TOLD you, gnomes don't like underpants with goldfish on them!

Daisy: I DON'T BELIEVE YOU. I'LL NEVER RISK LOSING MY LUCKY FISHPANTS TO THE GNOME CONSPIRACY.


Marvin: niiiiiiiice


Demelza: Oh my god oh my god. Okay. Be cool. No one needs to know you just dropped a load in your panties six inches from the toilet as long as you keep it cool...

Kirie: No honey I can smell it from here


Oliver: You are very impressively bouncy, Beatrice!

Beatrice: Thanks for noticing!

Marvin: niiiiiiiice


Oliver: You are impressively skilled at repairs, Sophie!

Sophie: I'm glad it looks that way


Daisy: Congrats on being the first to pass out on the floor. You really lead the charge for the rest of us!

Kirie: I'm just like any other girl, I put my pants on all at once because pants will obey me or be burned.


Sophie: How does this help our situation, Oliver?

Oliver: How does this hurt our situation, though?




Daisy: Huh. I'm kinda bored. I'd like to do something fun.

Kirie: If I doN'T HAVE SOME FUN SOON I'M JUST GOING TO FUCKING KILL SOMEONE


Daisy: Thanks again for spearheading the passing out on the floor initiative.

Kirie: No prob, brah. I follow my own star.


Kirie: MY PRIVATE THOUGHTS AND DREAMS!

Daisy: hey you wanna order a pizza


Sophie: If I don't find food soon I am just going to snap and grill somebody. Maybe Oliver.




Demelza: Hiya Bea! I drank like so many beers trying to fill my empty stomach. Toodles!

Beatrice: Noodles? Well, yeah, I could eat...


Demelza: OKAY GOOD CHAT GOING BACK FOR MORE BYE BEA




Demelza: If I drink enough, everyone will forget the time I pooped myself.


Demelza: You're so graceful! I am drunk.

Oliver: I'm a butterfly fluttering on the breeze!

Marvin: niiiiiiiice


I wondered why nobody had been drinking. Turns out their keg was just empty. I was happy to refill it.


Demelza: This is the right time to eat Cheez-its.

Every time is the right time to eat Cheez-its.


Demelza: More specifically, this is the right place to eat Cheez-its at this time.


Also, apparently, the right place to cluster for beer and gossip, right beside a person who is clearly trying to get some sleep.


Karolina: THAT'S IT, SNACKHOLE, I AM GOING TO TEACH - YOU SOME - RESPECT


Karolina: WHERE'D YOU GO, CHEESE SLUT?


Demelza: YOU DON'T SCARE ME, BETCH, I JUST ATE A WHOLE BOX OF CHEEZ-ITS, I AM A GOD

Daisy: *applauds lightly*


Demelza: Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go drink deeply from this invisible glass of victory.


Karolina: I can't complain, she won fair and square. But we'll just see how round two goes after I clip these coupons for Rex Kwon Do.


Demelza and Sophie: Zounds! If Daisy sees our innermost thoughts and dreams, we would just wither of embarrassment and dismay!


Demelza: I would never recover from the humiliation if anyone were to read my private diary!

Daisy: Whoa! How long have there been Cheez-its in here?!

Nobody has died yet. I grow impatient.