Post by parvati on Aug 26, 2015 6:18:30 GMT
So my arbitrary decision to send Spencer home because I figured he'd be a power player and Erik and his minions would look favorably upon me as a result turned out to be stupid. Whoops!
Now the brains tribe, who are the most inaccurately named group of people since the Love Your Neighbor corporation sued the Love Thy Neighbor corporation for trademark infringement, are targeting yours truly.
Why, you ask? I haven't the faintest idea. It might be because they're all terrified of me, in the same way that fish were terrified of that first fish who grew legs and started walking up on dry land. I represent a new species of Survivor player, one who's capable of actually responding to IMs and not just showing up to half-ass my way through challenges. I imagine that this bold new step in the evolution of Survivor strategy terrifies and infuriates them.
So, what I'm actually doing right now is trying to pull together Beauty and Brawn into a temporary coalition so that I can place better than twelfth, because let's face it, going home this early is a disgrace to my millions of fans worldwide. You all came to see me win, dammit. Don't these people know how popularity works? Borewhores go home, attention whores who pull random-ass stunts for their own cruel amusement last until the very end so you can root against them because you're a jealous hausfrau who could never be nearly as great as them. It's like Reality TV 101.
Seriously, though. This is disgusting. I have tried ALL GAME to talk to Natalie and Shirin and Ciera, and the three of them won't give me the time of day. Erik does, but he's too busy bitching about how he can't control them and he'll try and save me if he can but he doesn't know if he can... UM, THEY ARE SHEEP. LITERALLY ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SAY "DO NOT VOTE PARVATI" AND THEY WON'T DO IT BECAUSE THEY LACK THE BRAINPOWER TO RESIST YOU.
Honestly, 90% of this cast kinda drives me up the wall. It's nearly impossible to get them to talk, and when you do it's like, "Well bluh bluh I haven't talked to anybody else yet." Well of course you haven't, because nobody ever talks to anybody. I literally feel like I'm running a race, and I go sprinting off into the distance, meanwhile all of the other racers are having a tea party back at the starting line, and now I have to run back and start trying to urge them to actually get off their butts and do the thing they signed up to do. I had to have like six different one-on-one conversations to get this Brawn/Beauty connection rolling, and even now I have no idea if it will actually work. Since it's my butt on the line it's really frustrating to feel like I'm the only one who's putting in the effort here.
Now the brains tribe, who are the most inaccurately named group of people since the Love Your Neighbor corporation sued the Love Thy Neighbor corporation for trademark infringement, are targeting yours truly.
Why, you ask? I haven't the faintest idea. It might be because they're all terrified of me, in the same way that fish were terrified of that first fish who grew legs and started walking up on dry land. I represent a new species of Survivor player, one who's capable of actually responding to IMs and not just showing up to half-ass my way through challenges. I imagine that this bold new step in the evolution of Survivor strategy terrifies and infuriates them.
So, what I'm actually doing right now is trying to pull together Beauty and Brawn into a temporary coalition so that I can place better than twelfth, because let's face it, going home this early is a disgrace to my millions of fans worldwide. You all came to see me win, dammit. Don't these people know how popularity works? Borewhores go home, attention whores who pull random-ass stunts for their own cruel amusement last until the very end so you can root against them because you're a jealous hausfrau who could never be nearly as great as them. It's like Reality TV 101.
Seriously, though. This is disgusting. I have tried ALL GAME to talk to Natalie and Shirin and Ciera, and the three of them won't give me the time of day. Erik does, but he's too busy bitching about how he can't control them and he'll try and save me if he can but he doesn't know if he can... UM, THEY ARE SHEEP. LITERALLY ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SAY "DO NOT VOTE PARVATI" AND THEY WON'T DO IT BECAUSE THEY LACK THE BRAINPOWER TO RESIST YOU.
Honestly, 90% of this cast kinda drives me up the wall. It's nearly impossible to get them to talk, and when you do it's like, "Well bluh bluh I haven't talked to anybody else yet." Well of course you haven't, because nobody ever talks to anybody. I literally feel like I'm running a race, and I go sprinting off into the distance, meanwhile all of the other racers are having a tea party back at the starting line, and now I have to run back and start trying to urge them to actually get off their butts and do the thing they signed up to do. I had to have like six different one-on-one conversations to get this Brawn/Beauty connection rolling, and even now I have no idea if it will actually work. Since it's my butt on the line it's really frustrating to feel like I'm the only one who's putting in the effort here.