Day 13
Otik contributes to Death Toilet's lustrous coat and hi-pro glow.
Apparently, EtchaSketch is all better. I wish I caught colds that lasted less than 12 hours.
Ripley practices for what will one day be her daring escape into space from a civilization she left collapsed and in flames. She'll just have to worry about that whole 'Vin Diesel destined to stab her skull and assume her unholy reign' thing.
Alternate tasteless 9/11 caption: We have this Sims 2. We have alien. Are you afraid? Death to America. EA is great.
Kitchen Status:
I am counting one less bottle and some rather clean surfaces, but that cake is going bad soon. Not visible also is the bag of chips that Nobuu just said fuck it and left by the fireplace.
Oh, shit. I hope GIIRyudo's wearing his diaphragm.
WISE FWOM THE GWAVE
Cakekreig
I'm going to let this one just talk for itself.
Someone's been hanging around Otik too much.
Poor bastard.
Who will emerge victorious?!
Death Chips.
Alien / Pseudonazi face-off update: Ripley won. But it was prophesized. And Rathen's no Vin Diesel.
Rathen says, 'fuck this' and bails the game.
BOW TO YOUR MASTER.
Now entering: the psycho possessive checking up on you phase.
Death Toilet's strategy: Divide and conquer!
Uh, hopefully this is safe in daylight...
Death Toilet's power GROWS.
Oh hello.
And an equally warm greet from Eva Br... er Marisa.
FG fucks up and sets fire to his dinner.
Go figure.
What the fucking he
YOU CANNOT BE FUCKING SERIOUS
This is spiralling out of control.
Course nothing celebrates acceptance of engagement quite like a pillow upside the face.
