Simvivor Season 3 official!

[Mike Eaton]

Lori and Nini have been saved! That means Lori, Nini, Amy, Garret individually have to message me which team they want eliminated asap!

[Garret Folsom]

Do we get to learn your rationale for who won and why? Some of us spent hours on this. We deserve more than a sentence with no reasoning.

Because, Garret is back and dominating the rest of this contest. Give me the trophy!!! Wait, is there a trophy?

[Mike Eaton]

The votes are in and Rebecca and Jon are eliminated. information about the next competition soon to come.

[Rebecca Rose Hepburn]

Will you be posting the winning stories/images?

[Mike Eaton]

Winning post.

A Demon’s Kiss

I’m sure most people born on Halloween absolutely love it. Free candy, cake and presents, what’s not to love? However, when it comes to Lee Anderson, it’s a dreaded time of year.

For the first 6 years of his young life, Lee was around horses all the time. One of the perks of growing up in a racing family. His parents, John and Katrina Anderson, were very well known for their top of the line Paint stable. He spent his time watching them train champion after champion, year after year, and he loved it. He dreamed of one day being a champion rider, celebrating victories with Mom and Dad by his side. It was a great life…until the day of his 6th birthday.

Before we get to the events of that day, we need to go back a little bit. It was the day of the Rebecca Rose Hepburn “Everybody has a price” lease auction. John and Katrina had their eye on Red As Blood. The result of the lease was a black foal with one distinct feature, the mark of a rose. It was at that moment that you could tell something wasn’t right. The still very young Red As Blood died while foaling, the strange part was that her eyes were completely white. All of the color was gone. The other horses were uneasy around the new foal, the workers complained about strange happenings going on near or in his stall. Lee’s parents just brushed it off as coincidence.

One year later, on Lee’s 7th birthday, tragedy struck again. With his father setting up for his birthday party, his mother, Katrina, was out talking with a worker about how the black rose-marked yearling named Kiss From a Rose was doing. The worker went to grab some notes that he had been taking and when he returned, he found Katrina lying face down on the ground with a pitchfork in the side of her neck. He knelt down to check for a pulse and when he looked at her face, he noticed her eyes were completely white. Lee’s father told him that there had been an accident in the barn and his mother had died.

After a year of dealing with his mother’s death, Lee was still not himself. As his 8th birthday marked the anniversary of mother’s passing, he told his dad that he didn’t want to celebrate his birthday this year. He came up with a plan to cheer his son up and told him that he would be right back, he just had to talk to one of the workers. On his way out, he saw two guys on the roof of the barn, fixing a leak. Mr. Anderson went to the stables to check on some complaints from the workers about Kiss From a Rose. By that time he was 2 years-old and had the fastest workout times that Mr. Anderson had ever seen, but the staff was still reporting odd happenings. A loud bang startled everyone and a stable hand ran out to find that one of the workers fell off the roof of the barn. His eyes were completely white. John stayed behind when he noticed something tucked away in the corner of a stall. It was his wife’s scarf, and it seem to have appeared from out of nowhere. When the worker rushed back into the barn to let Mr. Anderson know what had happened, he found John hanging from the rafters with his wife’s scarf around his neck. Just as with all of the other’s, his eyes were completely white.

The barn closed down, the horses were sold off and Lee was sent to live in the city with his Aunt Elizabeth. Ten years later we find Lee living a seemingly normal life with his Aunt. However, his birthday was no longer a day he celebrated, no matter how hard his Aunt tried, she couldn’t shake him of the tragedy of that day. He was off at college, working at a horse farm on the weekends.

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Lee tipped a ration of grain into the last stall. He grinned and walked briskly over to the feed room and placed the scoop and bucket in their proper place. Even though it was eight at night, an hour later than he usually worked, he still made sure the barn was cleaner than it was when he came in. The Jeffersons would bite his head off if he so much as sneezed on a pile of manure. A familiar pang of anguish stirred in his heart – if his parents were still alive, he wouldn’t be stuck dealing with snobs that worked him to the bone. A sad smile spread across his lips as he imagined himself training alongside his father, learning the ropes from the best in the business. Instead, he was treated as a lowly worker and had to get his info in the form of gossip and second-rate trainers.

He trudged along the barn aisle towards the dim light that spilled out from the office door. It wasn’t like he could quit even if he didn’t have an intense love for horses and a passion for the racing world. His Aunt Elizabeth helped out whenever she could, but she wasn’t rich enough to pay for his college tuition. There would be money from his parents if it hadn’t gone to pay for his mom’s gambling debts. Lee shook his head. Dwelling on the past did nothing for him now.

A speck of red flashed in the corner of Lee’s eyes. He spun and stared into the dark stall across from him. Just as he took a step forward to investigate, something slammed into his shoulder.

“Holly hell!”

Lisa giggled. “I didn’t know you scared so easily. Next time I won’t tap your shoulder without saying something.”

“You call that a tap?” Lee glanced back over at the stall. An uneasy shiver ran down his spine.

“Lee? Are you listening?”

“Er –sorry, what?”

“I asked if you were doing anything for Halloween.”

“I’ll watch ‘It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown’, pass out candy, and go to bed.”

“But it’s your eighteenth birthday!”

Lee shrugged his shoulders. “I’m over it.” Who wanted to celebrate their parents’ deaths?
Lisa sighed. “You’re always grumpy on October thirty-first. I should know better than to talk to you on Halloween.” Lee’s friend departed with a cold good-bye.

The teen ducked into the office to make sure there weren’t any special requests left on the desk. Satisfied, he snagged his hoodie from the coat rack and closed the door behind him. His finger snagged on a splinter. Lee watched the blood run down his palm, puzzled. When he turned around he saw a note tacked on with a rose stapled onto it. He took a moment to glare at the thorny plant before reading the message.

Lee –
A new horse just came in. Turn on the night lights for the track and gallop him. Stall number 31.
-Mr. Jefferson


Lee frowned. He always exercised horses at the crack of dawn. He could never ride a horse without being heavily criticized by the owners afterwards though, so why the special circumstances? He shrugged. It wasn’t the first unusual request that the owners had made. Whistling, the young man retrieved the black horse and put him in cross ties. Lee started grooming and froze at the horse’s flank. His hand hovered over the rose etched into the stallion’s side.

The horse reared, snapping the cross ties with ease. Red eyes glowed at him from beneath a sinister skull mask. A flaming mane and tail crackled with rage. Tortured souls, trapped by the monster, whispered tortured thoughts in the boy’s ear. Lee rolled to the ground to avoid being hit with the fiery tail. The glowing eyes lowered and locked with a pair of scared, brown ones and the boy was swept into the past.

A promising two year old frolicked in the pasture. The black colt challenged a chestnut to a race and drew away easily. He moved effortlessly over the ground and looked bored. He squealed loudly and pawed at the air, as if saying, “That’s the best you can do?”

“Dad, that’s going to be my horse! I’ll be his jockey and we’ll win the Steward’s Cup! We’ll win it every year and you’ll be super rich! Emily Shields will visit our farm to congratulate us.” Lee, eight years old again, grinned happily up at his father. Mr. Anderson chuckled at his son and ruffled the boy’s hair. “I’m sure you will.”

The vision shattered. A metal nameplate clattered to the ground, still red hot from being submerged in flames. Hooves echoed in the aisle way and a pair of pure white eyes stared up at the rafters. Freshly branded on Lee’s left arm were the words “Kiss From a Rose”.

The horse: http://s1219.photobucket.com/user/eclip ... sort=3&o=0

[Mike Eaton]

This week the judges were thinking of giving you guys trivia to answer. Instead we want you to be creative again! We ask for you as teams to come up with sim trivia/puzzle type game! Be creative and come up with something hard, fun, etc. As if you were coming up with the trivia challenge. Please also send me the answers too. Also keep in mind we may use your trivia next week or in the final etc. This week will be the last week of teams and this week 1 whole team will be eliminated. The team that wins this week will have a ton of power! They will get to pick the team to save and automatically eliminate the other team. This will mean there will be 4 players left and they will play as individuals and in 2 weeks we will have the finale!

This will be due Sunday midnight est. The quicker you all get it done though the faster we can go! Any questions let me know or any of the judges.

The 500k is up for grabs still remember that. Right now out of the 6 of you only 3 seem like they have any interest in that prize? Interesting enough out of those 3 people 2 have told me there partner didnt do anything and didnt want to do anything? You are so close to the final please step it up! Laziness does not do well on the island. Just know if you dont feel like doing anything the judges know because your partners are keeping us well informed and if you make the final this may come back to bite you!

[Mike Eaton]

The judges have decided now because they feel bad for people not doing anything and such that you have until Friday results times to trade partners. All parties involved must agree! Apparently there are two people on different teams that arent doing anything so this is the chance to try to trade up. all mutual again so say player AB on a team and CD on a team agree to switch I need all 4 to message me by friday sim results time saying its okay! Good luck again!

[Nini Panini]

The only thing I can complain about Lori is that I don't like her name. Lori ryhmes with gory, and I hate gory movies.

Just kidding. I love Lori, including her name. Lori is perf.

[Lori Hamill]

Nini, you are funny! If it weren't for Nini I wouldn't even still be in this game.She has carried me along on her brilliance. Seriously, folks, I can't believe how smart this girl is. She has been the very best partner I could have had. Thank you, Nini, for all you have done to help me out!

[Scott Eiland]

Nini, you are funny! If it weren't for Nini I wouldn't even still be in this game.She has carried me along on her brilliance. Seriously, folks, I can't believe how smart this girl is. She has been the very best partner I could have had. Thank you, Nini, for all you have done to help me out!

I'm not offended by this post. that's the level of nini awesome

[Nini Panini]

Bow unto me peasants.

I am your Queen

[Mike Eaton]

There has been a trade.

Scott and Amy now team up

Garret and Randell now team up.

[Garret Folsom]

It is true, I've been dropped for the partner poaching Scott Eiland. Sorry Amy, but you might as well change your name to Team Bullseye (hint, that's the Target dog's name). Randell and I will now consider ourselves The Island of Misfits SIMsters. The ones that nobody wanted. We're taking this next challenge and WHEN we win, we'll be accepting bribes to stay in the game. But the cost will be steep!!!

[Nini Panini]

Ok Garret, WHEN you win.

You've been speaking like an egomaniac and guess what that means? The only target in my eyes (and several others') right now is you.

Let's see who makes it to the finals. I'd keep my mouth shut, because it'd look pretty dumb if you're preening like a peacock right now and don't win.

[Garret Folsom]

Even if I stayed quiet, the target was still going to be on me, so I might as well make my exit memorable. Best of luck on the next challenge.