Asylum Challenge: Day Three
In which death strikes much earlier than expected.
Apparently Eric's nose isn't the only thing he has that's pink. *snerk*
Watson falls asleep in the tiny upstairs toilet room.
Something tells me that's not gonna work George.
(She then continues to try and shoo him for about 3 game hours while nagging me that she needs to pee. There's another bathroom downstairs she can use with two unused toilets in it but NO, she wants -THIS- toilet.)
GO DOWNSTAIRS.
Oh my god, not you too. *facepalm*
GOOD. It's your own fault. I hope you learn your lesson for next time.
George: So, buildings are cool huh!
Watson: You just pissed yourself in front of me, we are not friends.
Eric's been getting creepier and creepier.
Eric: Hee hee she's sleeping.
Musti: *dreams of how wonderful self is*
Vir wins day 3 by making hotdogs for everyone. This is brilliant because for a little while it stops the continual making of a single sandwich for themselves they've been doing.
George: RELATIONSHIP GAIN MAKES ME SO SAD BAWWWWW.
I'm pretty sure the health and safety rules of the asylum forbid semi-naked cookery but alright then.
Cow: How you doin'?
(This actually isn't the same cow as in day 2, it's his brother in law.)
There's still enough food in the fridges for several days yet but George doesn't want to waste even the tiniest scrap.
Olga and Nimbs have a good bitch about Gin...
George: HAHA YOU SUCK.
...While George doesn't like to keep her feelings to herself.
Musti's feelin' the burn.
*Insert creepy joke about Eric looking for birds (nudge nudge wink wink) here*
It's a good job they're only playing, George could take Eric no problem.
I think they were having a competition to see who could pull the stupidest face.
Musti exercised herself into a coma and the plumbob above her head should give you an indication as to where her hunger motive was at. :/
George: Good job on moving into this house where we're all staying til we die! *thumbs up*
Musti's stinking again from all the exercise which gets Eric horny.
Oh, and concerned for her wellbeing, of course.
Nimby gets to share a bed with Olga (aw yisssssss).
And just as the sun comes up... She's waking up! YES! Go Musti, eat, fast!
*SPROING!*
Okay, yes, we get it, you're fit, now go eat!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, YOU IDIOT.
Meanwhile...
It's a good job they can't use that thing autonomously.
Musti: Bye guys.
George: *attempts to hog spotlight*
Pretty soon things go back to normal, apart from George having a near-God experience with that plumbob.
And then there were 7.