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Episode 3/Show Two

 * Linda: *finally recovered from the last challenge* Not to seem impatient, or anything, but... whew! Am I glad that's over! Sorry.
 * Roxie Road: It's so nice to know you're finally okay! - I was very worried.
 * Chaz McFreely: What about me?! My eyes watered and everything! It was very EXTREME!!
 * Roxie Road: Eh... sure, whatever. So, as I was saying, did you figure out what the problem was?
 * Linda: Oh, yes, it was a allergic reaction.
 * Roxie Road: Oh. Okay.
 * Goth Boy: Ugh, don't mean to ruin this little love-fest, and all, but I got a life to live here. Jeez.
 * Morcubus: Indeed, we should go forth.
 * Goth Boy: Finally. *they are taken back to the main quarters, and wait for Morcubus' instruction*
 * Morcubus: Now, to one of my favorite parts, seeing who loses! I've already explained the rules last time, so please, don't make me again. Roxie is already safe. As well as Ian, and Goth Boy. Now we have Chaz and Linda. Linda, you have... ... ...five votes. And Chaz, has... ... ...four votes! I, the abhorrent Morcubus, declare Linda our loser!! Muahahaha!
 * Linda: Oh my, I don't wish to be bold, but I am quite relieved to be going back home. Please forgive me. Well, um, SEEYA SUCKERS!!! I'M GOIN' BACK HOME, IN YO FACE!!! Oh. That was quite... wow. I must leave now, not that I'm in a hurry of course. (WOOHOO!!)
 * Morcubus: That was awkward. Well, it's time to get to the challenge! Ah, yes, I've saved this one for this day especially. *he took them to a lower dungeon-area, with several cells* Here's what you do. Get in, and try to get out.
 * Chaz McFreely: Wait! That's it?! This'll be cake.
 * Morcubus: But, I will pair you with another victim.
 * Chaz McFreely: Oh.
 * Morcubus: Roxie, you're with Goth Boy. And Chaz is with Ian.
 * Ian Arneson: Excuse me?! I am with that primitive jerk?!
 * Chaz McFreely: And I'm with - wait, I'm a wha'?
 * Ian Arneson: No. No, no, no. I refuse to tolerate his transparent, dim-witted behavior.
 * Chaz McFreely: 'Kay, does anyone understand a thing he's said?!
 * Morcubus: No, that is my final word.
 * Ian Arneson: Ugh, you have an increasing lack of sensibility.
 * Chaz McFreely: Seriously! What language is he speaking?!
 * Goth Boy: Hey, Ian, it's not like I'm too thrilled about being with her.
 * Roxie Road: What did you say?!
 * Goth Boy: No offense, but you're a little... cheery for my tastes.
 * Roxie Road: *stomps Goth Boy's foot*
 * Goth Boy: *scree* (OUCH!)
 * Morcubus: Now get in your cells, petty mortals! *they were forced into their cells, and Morcubus locked the doors*
 * Chaz McFreely: Okay, let's get workin'. This is gonna be so EXTREME!! I've done all sorts of escape-stunts before, the secret is they always give you keys to cuffs, matches to the rope, and tons of trapdoors. *checks pockets, then examines the room* Uh, this might be harder than I thought - there's no trapdoors, or keys, or anything! *panic*
 * Ian Arneson: *yawn*
 * Chaz McFreely: Well, aren't you gonna help?!
 * Ian Arneson: Aren't you "Mr. Extreme"?
 * Chaz McFreely: ....
 * Ian Arneson: Fine. I suppose I should assist you. Um... I could manufacture a prototype that simulates complex behaviors.
 * Chaz McFreely: Okay, that's good... I think. But will it be able to break us out of here?
 * Ian Arneson: If by that, you mean calculate a proper escape route, then yes, indeed. As long as I can scavenge some machinery that may aid me in the process.
 * Roxie Road: *using a nail filer to try to file through the bars* Goth Boy, you really need to learn how to participate!
 * Goth Boy: Whatever. *finishes the last word of the poem he made in a menacing-looking booklet he was holding*
 * Roxie Road: What are you writing in that thing so intently, anyway?
 * Goth Boy: Poetry. The kind that can express the bleak meaningless of my life.
 * Roxie Road: Uh, okay...?
 * Goth Boy: *shuts booklet* 'Kay, I'll help, I have nothing better to do.
 * Roxie Road: Thanks... I think.
 * Goth Boy: Don't mention it. *they start filing away*
 * Chaz McFreely: *huff* Okay I found an old motor engine, a drill-head, a gear belt, a couple of gears, and these screws. Will that do?
 * Ian Arneson: Not what I had in mind, but it could be found suitable. *places gears up to motor engine, and measured gear belt, then put it on, then finally attached the drill-head with some screws* Now if we could power it...
 * Chaz McFreely: *kicks it, and it starts working* Always works.
 * Ian Arneson: Let us start! This floor is weak enough that we may be able to get partially through it, and from there we can dig a hole just under the bars. - Simplicity!
 * Chaz McFreely: Um, okay... *the makeshift drill just chiseled through the floor, and skimmed the bar, but they could still dig from there*
 * Roxie Road: Ugh, this isn't going to work!
 * Goth Boy: Now you realize?! I thought the challenge would be over by the time you said something! So, what now?
 * Roxie Road: Uh... *scans room* all I can see is that large crack up there, but how could we get way up there? Plus we don't even know how far it goes.
 * Goth Boy: Eh this place isn't so bad. My room isn't any better than this, anyway.
 * Roxie Road: You're right, it's worth a shot! Boost me up. *Goth Boy (reluctantly) did what she told him, and she just fit in the hole* I'm in! I'll try to go see if it can take me out, then I'll let you out!
 * Goth Boy: Great, we're dead. I always had a feeling I'd rot in a cell. *sigh*
 * Ian Arneson: Alright, that should be far enough. Shall we?
 * Chaz McFreely: Yup. *they dig, and dig, and dig. By the time they got half through Ian was beat, and Chaz was too lazy to do anymore*
 * Ian Arneson: I never would have comprehended this would require this massive amount of labor.
 * Chaz McFreely: Yeah, I've never put this much effort in something this boring!
 * Morcubus: Muahahaha! You pathetic mortals are pure hilarity! Keep going, I beg of you!!
 * Roxie Road: *still finding her way through the thick wall* Okay, um, here's some sort of drain door here, oh dear! - This won't be sanitary! But it's the only way. *she found herself crawling in a long pipeline, layered with dirt* Aah! Dirty, dirty, dirty! *she went farther despite her phobia. And she found a latter on the other end, leading to victory* Gotta run!
 * Chaz McFreely: Uh, that hole we made might be big enough to only get one person through, who should go?
 * Ian Arneson: I will. I am smaller than you, so I have a more probable chance of making it through with more hast.
 * Chaz McFreely: Sure. *at this point Roxie and Ian were equally close to victory, but that's one Roxie tripped on a pothole and took a few precious seconds to recover, in the end Ian was successful*
 * Morcubus: And Ian and Chaz are our winners! Set them free. *two people in MorcuCorp uniforms unlocked the cell doors*
 * Ian Arneson: You're welcome.
 * Chaz McFreely: What?!
 * Ian Arneson: You're welcome. - Once someone has expressed an act of charity or nobility, the expressee would gratify them with it.
 * Chaz McFreely: Eh... you were a twerp, and always will be.
 * Ian Arneson: Grr...
 * Goth Boy: Hey, where's Roxie? *Roxie busts through a hatch, covered in grime, and dirt*
 * Roxie Road: *whimper* So very... DIRTY!
 * Morcubus: That's it! Now, if you like your life how it is, vote!! Muahahaha!