wonderland swamp survivor challenge part 03 (finale!)

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cavan: having lost the game of musical chairs we played for the tea table, i sit upon the couch somberly. 

aureal: hehe, tea is so much fun. :D



aureal: my seamless integration into human society tells me this is an appropriate outdoor outfit.



aureal: this pool of water seems strangely apt for drowning my competition.



gorgeous: i can't fucking see but i can tell this is a fine blob swamp castle for the blob king!



cavan: Y'ALL BITCHES CAN'T CROWD ME OUT NOW.

indigo: perhaps not, but we can still just leave.



cavan: wait-- no! come back!



aureal: allow me to pour some of my fruit loop-flavored milk upon the floor for my fallen comrades. 





i take loads of pictures of callixe. she's purdy.



callixe: i refuse to part with any part of my cereal. trix are for the living.

zeal: you fuckin cereal-hoarding windowlicker



cavan: HELLO ALL



cavan: OH I SEE, I AM IGNORED.

zeal: if i wasn't in an urn i would come kick your ass.









cavan: this piss? the puddle i'm standing in? totally not mine, bro.

i suppose your red hygiene is a coincidence?

cavan: I'M STANDING IN PISS OF COURSE IT'S RED.







callixe: i knew you were the one when i saw those pajamas. :>

cavan: it's like i'm a pokemon and you've caught me in your love ball.



callixe: if you were a pokemon i think you'd be like... a roserade. or a sunflora. 

cavan: don't say things you can't take back.



cavan: you're like mr. mime. a sexy mr. mime.

callixe: please stop.



marisol: cleaning this oddly cement-textured bathtub is really hard on my sponges. 





marisol: so do aliens and demons have to get like, a green card? how does it work?

gorgeous: i kill anyone who questions whether i belong here.

aureal: i should take that sort of initiative! usually i just cry.



i would enjoy this picture more if i could unsee the poorly anti-aliased puddles. my graphics is good, why are you doing this to me, ts2?





cavan: piano?

callixe: piano.

but... why?



@ that perfectly anti-aliased water in the background, please talk to your puddle cousins.



aureal: i'll fuck whoever i want! i'll fuck anywhere! couch, bed, car...

marisol: train? plane? in the rain?



indigo: speaking of dr. seuss, does anyone else remember that story where the dude made friends with a pair of pants?

aureal: that seems illogical even by human standards.

indigo: i mean, anything was possible in the seussiverse. hitler was a fucking turtle.





marisol: i'm just not that into softball, y'know?



aureal, a sports OTH sim: what did you say? you little bitch? :-)



gorgeous: hey, zeal? is it okay if i bang your girlfriend?

zeal: absolutely not.



aureal: what did zeal say?

gorgeous: she said 'over my dead body', so i put her urn under the bed!



why.... why are you both floating?

gorgeous: because love. also indigo and nashoba fucked on this bed and i don't want cooties. i'm hover-assing.



*tiny pink lightning bolt intensifies*



marisol: please, remove your bomb diggity, earth-scorching, planet-nuking ass from my view.



indigo: when i die, please don't let my urn touch cavan's.

if you both die, i absolutely will put them next to each other.



aureal: I JUST HAD SEX :D

zeal: i'm going to haunt you.



gorgeous: terrain problems?

aureal: *sigh* terrain problems. 



indigo: wall problems?

aureal: TERRAIN PROBLEMS, you fucking idiot the wall isn't even a factor here!

gorgeous: why are you both so dumb?



cavan: HAH-HAH! abstract art!



indigo: why is aureal so mean to me? :(

gorgeous: she's just mad she can't figure out gentle slopes.



gorgeous: i'm just going to... hug you for a while.

indigo: please stop?





gorgeous, later that evening: ok i'm done.



gorgeous: now we're friends! :D



gorgeous: we should collaborate!

aureal: but i'm done?

gorgeous: aureal, that is a mound of sand. 







cavan: hey callixe? hey? callixe! callixe! caaaaaaallllllllliiiiiiiiiixeeeeeee

callixe: i am become zen, ignorer of cavans.





marisol: today we wear purple in memory of zeal. tomorrow, we wear stern facial expressions for nashoba.

indigo: wait, nashoba's dead?!

gorgeous: ...awkward.





cavan: gods, i love you. but one thing is bothering me...

callixe: is it that grungy-ass newspaper? because i'm about to have a fit over it.



marisol: of all the places to build swamp castles, you build one in my line of sight?

gorgeous: of all the flavors, you choose to be salty.



gorgeous: oh my god, i built a perfect swamp castle. poor pitiful you, you have to look at it.



marisol: goddamn, this is a fine swamp castle.



indigo: i feel invigorated! like i have a whole life ahead of me.

sinister music



gorgeous: let's do a roleplay where we're both human.

aureal: whoa! whoa, man. that's fucked up.



indigo: oh my god! i'm dying! the pain!

cavan: i hear indigo but i can't see them?

callixe: cavan, honey. turn around.



indigo: it's ironic... i died from hunger while doing something that restores hunger.

cavan: I KNOW IT'S SO SAD!



indigo: i'm still dying!



indigo: d y i n g

cavan: i'm about cried out, sorry, man.



cavan: hey, gorgeous, can you like... come cry over indigo? someone needs to do it.

gorgeous: got it, bro.



gorgeous: god it's so sad!

aureal: SO SAD!



i'll be honest... i don't know/remember whose urns is whose. but indigo has joined the table.



aureal: i choose to aggressively pursue hobbies rather than sulk over our inevitable deaths.

marisol: you only say that because you're not going to win.



cavan: do you think there's life outside of our planet?

callixe: um... aureal is literally an alien, as was zeal. and i'm pretty sure gorgeous is from another dimension.

cavan: but do you have proof?



marisol: i mean, tea is fine, but i prefer pop.

aureal: i... don't care like, at all, marisol.





marisol: wow, callixe's face is embarrassing...

callixe: i will eat yours.





gorgeous: shit, remember indigo?

marisol: yeah... they died like two hours ago.

gorgeous: i'm having flashbacks in my head of indigo set to landslide by fleetwood mac.



gorgeous: raise the red alerts! protect the king! the gorgeous dragon has attacked us again!



i remember making this swimwear set for gorgeous and marisol. that was forever ago.







gorgeous: man, i didn't tan at all!

you're sunbathing... in a swamp. 



callixe: if i die i don't want to go in an urn... cremation is bad for the environment, like oil spills.

cavan: when i die i want them to oil up my corpse and slide it around on a roller rink like a game of pong, and then burn it. fuck the environment.



cavan: what's that look for? 



gorgeous: soon, tiny swamp castle king... soon i will end you.



aureal: i keep trying to copy gorgeous but my swamp castles never get any better!





cavan: do you think we could get out of this situation if we called the cops?

callixe: cavan, we don't have a phone. this isn't the sims 3 university.

cavan: fuck.



gorgeous: hanging out with my best friends, sipping on gin and juice.



aureal: oop, milk chin hand mouth thrust.



aureal: i'm a rad dude! i play the banjo!



aureal: what are you...?

marisol: just making sure the dart trap i set on this kotatsu doesn't trigger.



callixe: you're like, my best friend.

cavan: wow, thanks!

callixe: i was talking to the swamp castle king.



gorgeous: callixe's treachery doesn't go unnoticed.





aureal: callixe, why do i never improve? :/

callixe: because you're terrible, aureal.



aureal: hey, i'm mad at gorgeous. want to fall in love?



marisol: this is a terrible idea and yet...



aureal: you're my third girlfriend!



aureal: the first one died under mysterious circumstances... soon, gorgeous will too.

marisol: doubt it.







marisol: i wish i'd worn my shoes, this swamp is gross. 



aureal: oh, i take everyone to the candy store. ;)

callixe: explains why there's so many cavities being filled.



gorgeous: ok. someone stinks, and it isn't me this time.

aureal: i'm not cheating on you!

callixe: it is the stink of guilt.



aureal: CALLIXE IT'S STILL FOLLOWING ME

callixe: go take a shower, you blue bastard.



marisol: hey gorgeous, call me some time... maybe we'll have a threesome. 

gorgeous: you will be next to die, but not by my hand.



marisol: sometimes i wonder if i prefer joysticks or buttons, i can't decide.

gorgeous: definitely buttons, if we're talking about the same thing.





callixe: I'M SO HUNGRY I THINK I'M GONNA--



callixe: take a bath.



aureal has a hank hill ass, confirmed. except like, worse. there's somehow no crack.





aureal: hey marisol, you dtf?

marisol: sorry, no... i'm...



marisol: i'm like? dying? the fuck?



callixe: I'M SAD FURIOUSLY



cavan: god, i think i'm dying too...

callixe: don't make jokes like that while someone is dying, cavan! it's rude!



grim reaper: ah, yes... marisol aiza. death by poison dart.

marisol: i am my own undoing.

cavan: mari? can you move like, an inch?



and then there were four. both urns on the table and living sims left in the house.





callixe: I MISS MARISOL! WE WERE BUDS. ;~;



aureal: i don't know if i'll ever love again... 

cavan: your other girlfriend is still alive. 

aureal: it's not the same if i'm not dating two people at the same time.



cavan: i mean, if callixe died, i still would.

callixe: you would what?



cavan: those urns are flared like wizard hats. good for training.

callixe: WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT?



aureal: i think i'm being haunted by ghosts.

callixe: well, yeah. i'd probably haunt you too, you're a terrible person.



callixe: hi.

cavan: i'm busy.





callixe: no offense, but you remind me of the genie from aladdin.

aureal: but i'm more of a periwinkle and he's more of a cerulean!



aureal: i want you to make sure no one steals my stuff.

cavan: you have stuff?

callixe: what, your swamp mounds? and why?



callixe: you going somewhere?

aureal: indeed, friends.



aureal: don't touch my banjo when i'm gone.



callixe: fuck, are you dying? shit, cavan, she's dying. i gotta stand up and cry.



cavan: why are these dead bitches always crowding me?



cavan: mr. reaper? would you like some tea?





now, i can't remember for sure, but i'm pretty sure i put aureal's urn on top of zeal's. 





i took my love and i took it down



i climbed a mountain and i turned around



and i saw my reflection in the snow covered hills





until the landslide brought me down



so i know i took pictures of the actual end, but i think i accidentally deleted them. so i don't have pictures of the last two people dying. 

cavan got caught in a hunger/sleep failure loop and died in the room pictured above.







callixe died in one of the bathrooms. gorgeous couldn't get inside to cry over her, so she died alone.

in the end, gorgeous won overall. so if i ever get mad back into ts2, i'll probably do something special with her.

final results.
8th Place: Zeal Ammest
7th Place: Nashoba Benally
6th Place: Indigo Briscoe
5th Place: Marisol Aiza
4th Place: Aureal Snyder
3rd Place: Cavan Brinkerhoff
2nd Place: Callixe Vert

Winner: Gorgeous Wyrick
Prize: a virtual lifetime wrought with peril

and that's it, lmfao. bye.