Re: Forum Survivor All Stars- Finale Part 2: Memory Lane
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2019 11:07 pm
Aight, the results are in, and I have an announcement: Vucub and Lemon both failed to compete all the challenges, so they have been disqualified.
Roast:
Second place: Timur's roast:
1st place: Multi's Roast:
Timur: 2
Multi: 3
Shakespeare:
2nd place: Timur
1st place: Multi:
Timur: 4
Multi: 6
Fake News:
2nd place: Multi:
1st place: Timur:
Timur: 7
Multi: 8
Chess:
Lemon took first
Multi second,
Timur 3rd,
Vucub last by forfeit
Lemon: 3
Timur: 8
Multi: 10
Finally, Dolos's game. If you didn't throw your balls, too bad:
Balls thrown at each person:
Multi: 6
Timur: 4
Lemon: 0
Vucub: 6
Lemon first, Timur 2nd, Multi and Vucub 3rd
Final Scores:
Lemon: 6
Timur: 10
Multi: 11
Multi wins Final Immunity! Guaranteed a spot in the final Tribal Council! As for Lemon, Vucub, and Timur: one of you will become our final jury member
Votes are due at
Couple notes for this final vote: If the vote deadlocks, we DO NOT go to rocks, a firemaking challenge will take place between the 2 with the most votes. This challenge will be a jigsaw puzzle. When you vote, I will ask you if you want to change your vote should there be a tie if you aren't planning on being online.
Roast:
Second place: Timur's roast:
I am doing this roast tonight to help Lemon live out one of his sexual fantasies, to have a room full of his friends shit all over him.
A little known fact is that a long time ago Lemon used to work at McDonald’s. It was the last time anyone said about your work, “I’m lovin’ it.”
His only talents are watch MLP and playing chess, that isn't lit.
Hey lemon, did you hear about that Asian guy that won a beauty contest? Yeah, me neither.
The church didn’t accept Lemon's gay lifestyle. So he started his own, It’s like a normal church, except you’re happy when the priest fucks you.
Lemon, your a ruttish hedge-born barnacle, who looks like a retarded beaver.
Your such a spongy boil-brained apple-john pussy that you shit yourself when a baby says "Peek-a-boo!"
1st place: Multi's Roast:
Vivi thy puny dismal-dreaming foot-licker
Thou thought thou could win the game of games
But thy light wanes and flickers
Because they tactic is old and lame
Thou thought thou control the players
Thought everything is in thy hands
Thou thought thou art the slayer
That thou can make the enemy disband
A villainous ill-nurtured wagtail
Fooled by both thy "allies"
Thy plan was destined to fail
As it was full of deceit and lies
Finally thy time has come
Thou wayward hell-hated varlot
Sitting there looking sad and glum
Taken out by but a simple plot
Timur: 2
Multi: 3
Shakespeare:
2nd place: Timur
Schlong Town
Finn O'Reilly looked at the old vodka bottle in his hands and felt sad.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his depressing surroundings. He had always hated old Schlong Town with its dry, dull dick-shaped trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad & horny.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jessica Vivion. Jessica was a boney hobo with grey hair, pale skin & green emerald eyes.
Finn gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cowardly, lonely, beer drinker with skinny arms, shaggy ginger hair and dirty brown eyes. His friends saw him as a small goblin. Once, an unusual Magician had even brought him back from the brink of death during a magic show gone wrong.
But not even a cowardly person who had once been brought back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Jessica had in store today.
The mist teased like dancing sheep, making Finn feel tired & lazy.
As Finn sluggishly stepped outside and Jessica came closer, he could see a comfortable glint in her eyes.
Jessica glared with all the wrath of 2200 pissed off bulls. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you but I want a discarded pair of tap shoes. Preferably the one's you stole from me many years ago!"
Finn looked back, even more tired and still fingering his old vodka bottle. "Jessica, If it weren't for the magician, we wouldn't be in this mess," he replied.
They looked at each other with feelings of suicide, like a confused & drunk couple singing at a very shitty birthday party, which had Night core music playing in the background and a few clumsy teens drinking to the beat.
Finn studied Jessica's dry dirty hair and emerald eyes. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Finn in apologetic tones, "but I don't want to return the shoes and I never will. I just don't love you enough Jessica."
Jessica looked crazy, her emotions raw like a freshly caught salmon.
Finn could actually hear Jessica's emotions shatter into 7258 pieces of glass.
Then...the old hobo hurried away into the distance.
Not even a bottle of piss, beer and vodka would calm Finn's nerves tonight.
THE END
1st place: Multi:
Tragedy story
The wind briskly blows over mountains and hills, past fields and forests, through valleys and ravines, before reaching a desolate cliff overlooking a vast forest. Hundreds of metres high, the bottom is but a distant destination for anyone who dare to look down. Such a man was present that day. He has a haggard face, as if he hasn't eaten in weeks. His clothes was ragged, torn in various places and with sticks and branches sticking through them. But worst of all was his hollow, soulless eyes, where hope and happiness once lie. He looks down the cliff face, undaunted, but hesitantly lifts his head up to the sky, as if ashamed. An image forms in his mind, a lady in red with a familiar face, two children in blue and green. It all seems like a life time ago, strangers yet not. Amelia, for that is what he thinks is her name, walks up to him and takes his hand.
"Come on, we're going to be late," she smiles and leads him forward.
He smiles and walk forward, one step, two step, forward until the ground falls away. Visions flash before his eyes, no, not just any visions, memories of the day. The day everything went to hell.
The "magician" gives his best smile as he shuffles the pack of cards once more.
"Please, pick a card, any card," he said, spreading the cards out onto the table
"We don't have time for this!" insists Amelia as she frantically type something on her phone, "we'll be late!"
"C'mon, just one trick honey," smiles the man as he turns his attention back to the magician. He picks up a card, takes a look at it, then puts it back in the deck
The sun grows red in the sky as they hurry to their car. Amelia takes the wheel with an agitated expression while the man sits on the back seat, smoking a cigarette.
"For goodness sake will you stop that," barked Amelia as she takes a left, narrowly making the green light, "it's bad for you and it also smells"
"Ok, ok," he says as he snubs it out and throw it into the ashtray, "Just for the record, it's not my fault we're running late, if it weren't for the magician we wouldn't be in this mess. I mean look at how long he took to do the trick!"
"Stop it," replied Amelia as she turns back to face him, "you always blame someone else, "It was that Henry guy who did that" or "I swear it was Jim's fault", I'm sick and tired of it-"
Before she could finish it a loud crash resonates through the car. A truck crashed into the front part of the car, as Amelia was not paying attention and ran the red light. The last he saw of her was her sea blue eyes, the very eyes that made him fell in love, the eyes which are now shut, forever
She died instantly. The doctors murmured an apology to him before handing him a letter rushing off, tears drip down his face as he drown in his own sorrow. He walks through the white-washed hospital corridors, absentmindedly looking at the periodically placed flyers and posters.
"Come to Schlong Town today for the holiday of your life!"
"Holiday package to Bali 50% off"
What a sick joke, cheerful posters over doors of deaths and suffering. He finally takes the letter the doctor handed him and begins to read it. The letter which would take away the last shred of sanity left in him.
The last of the cars left the property as he sits down on his porch. The only thing left was the discarded pair of tap shoes on the ground, Anna, his oldest, told him that she didn't need it anymore, since she's moving away before giving him a hug and climbing onto the car. He takes out the letter again, the court order letting Amelia's parents having custody of the kids on the grounds that he is incapable, likely because he was indirectly implicated in her death. The one time he told the truth, all of the truth, the one time he told them everything, only to lose everything himself.
He cradles the tap shoes in his arms and cry. Several days later he would be reported missing, never to be found again.
The memories wash through him as he takes out the tap shoes once more. As the wind blows against his back and the ground quickly rise up to meet him. He smiles at Amelia, high up in the cloud, as finally he close his eyes and embrace the sweet gift of death.
Please pick which tragedy is superior
Timur: 4
Multi: 6
Fake News:
2nd place: Multi:
Chemist1422, AKA Chemist, has today been filed a charge for "Cheating, Insider Trading and Breaking Game Integrity". The accuser, "Multiuniverse", claims Mr. Chemist has leaked information about his current forum mafia game, which will not be named as it is against the law of the land to mention an ongoing game. He claimed that Mr. Chemist revealed his role to other players in the game, causing his death, which amounts to cheating as it ruin his chance of winning. Furthermore he claims Mr. Chemist has leaked the most likely winner to an addicted gambler known only as "Varanus", who plans to use the information to correctly bet and predict the winner. "Multiuniverse" demands the court quickly address this issue and compensate him, as it can cause further trauma and demand Mr. Chemist be removed from the host panel immediately. Our sources have informed us that the judge, Eragon, is a close friend of Mr. Chemist and that we can expect "Multiuniverse" to file further charges until he wins or gets countersued.
1st place: Timur:
Timur: 7
Multi: 8
Chess:
Lemon took first
Multi second,
Timur 3rd,
Vucub last by forfeit
Lemon: 3
Timur: 8
Multi: 10
Finally, Dolos's game. If you didn't throw your balls, too bad:
Balls thrown at each person:
Multi: 6
Timur: 4
Lemon: 0
Vucub: 6
Lemon first, Timur 2nd, Multi and Vucub 3rd
Final Scores:
Lemon: 6
Timur: 10
Multi: 11
Multi wins Final Immunity! Guaranteed a spot in the final Tribal Council! As for Lemon, Vucub, and Timur: one of you will become our final jury member
Votes are due at
Couple notes for this final vote: If the vote deadlocks, we DO NOT go to rocks, a firemaking challenge will take place between the 2 with the most votes. This challenge will be a jigsaw puzzle. When you vote, I will ask you if you want to change your vote should there be a tie if you aren't planning on being online.