Post by Parvati Shallow on Oct 18, 2012 4:08:27 GMT -5
I mean... seriously. I wish I could tell you how many times I was just rendered speechless when Austin told me that he wanted to use the feather on me. In fact, I'm still speechless. I have no words for this.
But, luckily, I know someone who does! Fresh from her triumphant victory in both ANTMC All Stars 3 and Celebrity Top Model Chicago, it's the one and only... Emmy Rawesome!
Hollaaaa!
I tried to go out peacefully. I really did. I openly made a huge bold move that I knew would probably get me kicked off, and sure enough, it did. I was cool with that, because it was on my own terms.
Yeah, pretty much like this.
But now they're dragging me back in.
I mean, good grief. Do the people in this game have any idea what kind of audacity they just pulled out of their butts?
It's one thing to go, "Well, Parvati, you definitely had a lot of great reasons why Yau ought to go instead of you, and you're pretty harmless, but we think we'll go ahead and screw you and your ally. We're pretty sure we can handle this."
"Totally coming after you, Yau!"
It's a hell of another thing to wait one more round, take out the weakest player in the game, then go, "Oh, well, shit, turns out we can't beat Anthony at anything. And Yau has all of these rewards."
"Oh no! If only someone had told you!"
"Okay," say the League of Newborn Kittens, getting their ducks in a row. "We need a new plan, because our bold strategy of taking out the easy prey isn't getting rid of Anthony, for some unfathomable reason. So, here's what we're gonna do. Not only are we gonna try and kneecap him with rewards, but just to make sure, we need a little extra edge."
Then, of course, this thought is immediately followed by Austin Einstein Gonzalez saying, "Hey, I've got that feather thing."
"Brilliant!" says the Head Kitten. "We just need to figure out who we should use it on."
"Obviously," says another kitten, having just finished huffing paint thinner, "We should get Parvati to do it."
Whuuuuu?
"Wait! Didn't we just completely screw Parvati over for no apparent reason?" asks one kitten that's slightly less dumb than the rest.
"Well, yes," admits the incredibly wasted mastermind of this particular scheme. "But we're pretty sure that she's forgotten all about how DD abused the friendship card and the rest of us lied straight to her face. After all, it's been like two entire days."
So they come to me, this incredible Kitten Armada, and ask me a favor that's on par with the guy who just got caught robbing your house asking if you wouldn't mind unlocking his handcuffs.
My initial reaction to this was somewhere between this:
And this:
"Well, gee. You want me to take hours out of my two jobs, six courses and upcoming wedding to write Survivor fanfiction so that you guys can win at a game that you bitchslapped me out of. I'll get right on that."
But then it occurred to me that I was sitting on a goldmine of comedy potential here. I'm not going to say what I'm planning, because I don't want my intentions to influence how badly people do or do not want to see me win this challenge, but suffice it to say, if I do get that necklace, what's going to happen next will be something completely unheard of in the ORGosphere. In fact, I would go so far as to say that it would probably beat out the Emma/Lucy fight for sheer hilarity. It's that good.
Keep your fingers crossed, folks. Things must get hella interesting around here...
But, luckily, I know someone who does! Fresh from her triumphant victory in both ANTMC All Stars 3 and Celebrity Top Model Chicago, it's the one and only... Emmy Rawesome!
Hollaaaa!
I tried to go out peacefully. I really did. I openly made a huge bold move that I knew would probably get me kicked off, and sure enough, it did. I was cool with that, because it was on my own terms.
Yeah, pretty much like this.
But now they're dragging me back in.
I mean, good grief. Do the people in this game have any idea what kind of audacity they just pulled out of their butts?
It's one thing to go, "Well, Parvati, you definitely had a lot of great reasons why Yau ought to go instead of you, and you're pretty harmless, but we think we'll go ahead and screw you and your ally. We're pretty sure we can handle this."
"Totally coming after you, Yau!"
It's a hell of another thing to wait one more round, take out the weakest player in the game, then go, "Oh, well, shit, turns out we can't beat Anthony at anything. And Yau has all of these rewards."
"Oh no! If only someone had told you!"
"Okay," say the League of Newborn Kittens, getting their ducks in a row. "We need a new plan, because our bold strategy of taking out the easy prey isn't getting rid of Anthony, for some unfathomable reason. So, here's what we're gonna do. Not only are we gonna try and kneecap him with rewards, but just to make sure, we need a little extra edge."
Then, of course, this thought is immediately followed by Austin Einstein Gonzalez saying, "Hey, I've got that feather thing."
"Brilliant!" says the Head Kitten. "We just need to figure out who we should use it on."
"Obviously," says another kitten, having just finished huffing paint thinner, "We should get Parvati to do it."
Whuuuuu?
"Wait! Didn't we just completely screw Parvati over for no apparent reason?" asks one kitten that's slightly less dumb than the rest.
"Well, yes," admits the incredibly wasted mastermind of this particular scheme. "But we're pretty sure that she's forgotten all about how DD abused the friendship card and the rest of us lied straight to her face. After all, it's been like two entire days."
So they come to me, this incredible Kitten Armada, and ask me a favor that's on par with the guy who just got caught robbing your house asking if you wouldn't mind unlocking his handcuffs.
My initial reaction to this was somewhere between this:
And this:
"Well, gee. You want me to take hours out of my two jobs, six courses and upcoming wedding to write Survivor fanfiction so that you guys can win at a game that you bitchslapped me out of. I'll get right on that."
But then it occurred to me that I was sitting on a goldmine of comedy potential here. I'm not going to say what I'm planning, because I don't want my intentions to influence how badly people do or do not want to see me win this challenge, but suffice it to say, if I do get that necklace, what's going to happen next will be something completely unheard of in the ORGosphere. In fact, I would go so far as to say that it would probably beat out the Emma/Lucy fight for sheer hilarity. It's that good.
Keep your fingers crossed, folks. Things must get hella interesting around here...