Hey guys! This is something I started writing for fun as a side project for this summer. It takes place in a different universe than my other Strangetown stories, but a lot of the characterization is similar in both. I still plan on updating both projects regularly, so feel free to let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Sims or Survivor.

Survivor: Strangetown Edition

Episode One – "We Suck!"

"Hello," a man wearing a black top hat with a long black tailed tuxedo speaks, pushing his fingers together as he stands in the center of a desert island, "You might know me as the Unsavory Charlatan. Unfortunately, due to all of my antics this past year, I've been forced to give away all of the money that I stole from idiotic tourists. The cops gave me a choice: either track down all of the sims I stole money from and return it to them, or host a reality game show and just give the money away to some other loser," the Unsavory Charlatan sighs, shaking his head, "But trust me, after hosting this season, I really should've tracked down the owners."

"Anyway, this summer, fourteen sims will partake in the adventure of a lifetime as they all compete against their fellow neighbors for a one million simoleon prize! Along the way, they must win challenges, form alliances, and make it through countless tribal councils, all as they attempt to survive in this vast desert. Who will outwit, outplay, and outlast all the rest to earn the title of Sole Survivor? This is Survivor: Strangetown Edition!"

Day 1

The Unsavory Charlatan is standing in front of two large groups of Strangetown residents, who are all dressed in weather-appropriate attire as they stand facing the shore. "Hello everyone, and welcome to Survivor: Strangetown Edition," the Unsavory Charlatan announces, turning towards each of the groups, "I'm your host, the Unsavory Charlatan, and over these next thirty-one days, you will be competing against each other for the one million simoleon prize and the title of Sole Survivor," he explains, pacing closer to them, "Now, as you can see, we've picked the craziest people that live in the city and have already divided you into two tribes," the host goes on, "We've split you up by gender, because we really couldn't figure out a more creative way to do it."

"Sweet!" Lazlo outbursts, "Now we can pee standing up!"

"On tribe one, we have Pascal, Vidcund, Lazlo, Pollination Tech #9, General Buzz, Loki, and whoever that new guy is," the Unsavory Charlatan continues.

"Hey!" Ajay Loner speaks up from his spot on the beach, "I have a name you know!"

"Right," the host rolls his eyes, "And on tribe two, we have Circe, Crystal Vu, Erin, Nervous, Olive, the Grim Reaper, and Jenny," the Unsavory Charlatan announces, "So, are there any questions?"

Nervous Subject raises his head. "Yeah. Why am I on the girl's team?"

"Because we ran out of girls that were willing to do this," the host replies, "Now, are there any more questions?" he asks.

Jenny raises her hand. "You said you took the craziest people from the neighborhood for this, so why am I considered a crazy person?"

Next to her, Circe crosses her arms. "Well, I'm just going to take a wild guess here and say that it's because you married the alien that impregnated your father," she smirks; Jenny glares at her.

"Also, why is Death here?" Lazlo speaks up, "I mean technically, couldn't he just kill everyone and take the money?"

"Don't give him any ideas," Vidcund mumbles.

"So, if you're all done asking stupid questions, we can get to your first challenge," the Unsavory Charlatan says, "Well, I guess it would be your second challenge, because the first challenge is to survive on this desert island."

"Right," Vidcund rolls his eyes, "Because we have absolutely no experience living in a desert."

"Okay, just for that, I'm letting Loki decide the name of your tribe," the host retaliates, "So, Loki, what will it be?" he asks, turning towards the Curious Brothers' rival.

Loki begins to ponder this over, "Hmm, I'll call our tribe 'Vidcund Sucks'!"

"Now wait just a minute," Vidcund outbursts nearby, "Can I object to that-?"

"-No," the host replies, throwing a buff at Vidcund's face. Vidcund picks it up and unravels the blue puff, which reads 'Vidcund Sucks' in giant letters.

"Whoa! How did they make these so fast?" Pascal awes.

"-It's like they knew what he was going to say," Vidcund responds, glaring at Loki, who flashes his signature smirk at him.

The Unsavory Charlatan looks to the other team. "Alright, team two. Death has randomly been selected to the pick the name for your tribe. So, what will you be called?"

The Grim Reaper floats forward, stopping short of the host. "We are the Death Conquerors Plus Jenny, because that girl couldn't hurt a fly," he comments, "-Wait, no! I didn't say the name right-"

"'The Death Conquerors Plus Jenny' it is!" the Unsavory Charlatan announces, tossing them purple buffs, "Man, you guys are really bad at selecting tribe names."

Jenny Smith
Field Researcher/Mother of Two

Not many people know this, but I can get pretty vicious when it comes to bettering my children's lives, so game on, Death!

...

"Now that your tribe names have been selected, it's time for your first task. Today both teams will be finding their campsites! You will take these maps and locate your camp," the host explains, "There you will find limited resources, which you must use to start a fire. Whoever starts a fire first will win this grain of rice," the Unsavory Charlatan says, reaching into his pocket and holding a single piece of rice between his filthy fingertips, "Oh, and all that other stuff," he adds, gesturing carelessly behind his body to a large pile of food and survival equipment that is situated behind him.

"But we still get the grain of rice, right?" Pascal chimes in, overexcitedly. "Ooh! Can we vote out Loki?"

"You can't vote out anyone until you go to tribal council," the host huffs.

"Oh okay," Pascal replies, turning to Vidcund and nudging him in the shoulder, "-Let's lose so we can vote out Loki," he states.

The Unsavory Charlatan glares at him and points to Pascal's tribe. "Do us all a favor and vote this guy off early."

"Ooh! He likes me!" Pascal smiles.

The Unsavory Charlatan sighs and pops an aspirin in his mouth. He takes deep breath. "Anyway, after you have successfully found your campsites, rest up to prepare yourselves for your first immunity challenge," the Unsavory Charlatan says, handing a map to both Lazlo and Erin, "Now get going as you have only one day to complete this task! See you tomorrow!"

Afternoon – The Death Conquerors (Plus Jenny)

All seven of the members are walking through the island as Erin attempts to navigate everyone to their new campsite, clenching the map between her fingers. "This way everyone! The spirits are speaking to me!" Erin calls out, wandering further into the trees.

Olive sighs and rolls her eyes. "Unbelievable. This girl is a freak."

"We're all freaks, Mom," Nervous says next to her.

"Well, this girl is a bigger freak than all of us," Olive concludes, trailing a ways from Erin. Behind Olive, Circe shrugs her shoulders.

Circe Beaker
Chief of Staff/Can Make You Scream 238 Different Ways

Look, I don't care how much of a freak Erin is. I just want the money. And I'm not afraid to lie, cheat, steal, or kill to do it. Uh, could you edit that last part out? I don't want to sound insane. (smiles to the camera)

...

"Wait, guys! I think I found it!" Crystal shouts in the distance as everyone races over to the shoreline where she is standing. "I mean, our tribe flag is planted there, so this is probably what we're looking for," she concludes.

"Man, way to not be useless, Vu," the Grim Reaper says, sticking his scythe into the sand. Behind him, Nervous Subject backs nervously towards the shoreline and puts his hands over his face.

"I can't believe he was allowed to bring that," he mutters under his breath.

Nervous Subject
Test Subject/Mohawk King

Why do I want the money? Oh, I don't know. I guess it would be nice to buy some fancy candles. You know, the kind that smell like raspberry mist? Oh, and it would be nice to have enough money to not be a test subject anymore.

...

"So," Circe speaks up, scanning the area, "Now what?" she asks.

"Well, I guess now we should make the fire," Crystal says, watching as Jenny sets a pile of twigs down in the center of their campsite. "Can I borrow your glasses?" she wonders.

Circe raises her eyebrow, her arms crossed as she narrows her eyes at the young townie. Crystal sweat drops, "Uh…on second thought, why don't you do it?" Circe nods, seemingly satisfied by her answer and crouches down in front of the wood. She takes off her glasses and raises them up to the sky. Crystal takes a step away from her.

Crystal Vu
Business Executive/Normal Person

We've been here for an hour now, and I already know that I can't trust Circe. But I'm too terrified of what she'd do if she wasn't on my side, that I decided that I have no choice but to try to align myself with her. (sighs) Oh man, the things I put up with for money. (shakes head)

...

"So, Circe," Crystal begins, approaching the scientist, "How's it going?"

"Decently," Circe answers, adjusting her glasses a bit so they catch the sun, "I'd say we'll have fire in a few minutes or so," she concludes.

"Fire?" the Grim Reaper speaks up, floating over to the pair, "Why didn't you just say so?" the Grim Reaper puts his hand out towards the pile of wood and moves his fingers towards his palm. A flame erupts in the center of the pile.

Circe eyes widen. "Holy shit!" she exclaims as the others gather around the fire.

"Uh, are you sure this is allowed?" Crystal asks.

"Who cares? We won the challenge!" Erin shouts, poking the fire with a stick, "Do you think we can use this to communicate with the dead?"

Everyone at the campsite raises their eyebrows in confusion.

"Now come on, that might not be true. We might've lost the challenge," Jenny explains, "The guys could've beaten us."

The group exchange glances with each other before bursting into a fit of laughter. Olive Specter wipes a single tear from her eye. "Good one, dear."

Day 2

It is the next morning and the tribemates of Vidcund Sucks are still trying to find their campsite using the map that the Unsavory Charlatan had given to them. "I don't understand this map, the directions are super confusing!" Pascal exclaims, holding up the crumpled map, "I mean, Northeast? What the hell is that?" he questions, "Pick one, jerk!"

Suddenly, General Buzz snatches the map from Pascal and tosses it into a nearby hole. "We don't need a map, Curious! It's all in here!" he states, pointing directly at his forehead.

Pascal scrunches his eyebrows, clearly confused. "In my central nervous system?"

"Uh, I think he means your brain," Lazlo says, watching as Ajay and Pollination Tech #9 attempt to retrieve the map from the crevice with Vidcund. Behind Lazlo, Loki is shaking his head.

Loki Beaker
Mad Scientist/Professional Villain

Hmm…do I think Pascal can survive in the wilderness for thirty-one days? (smiles to the camera) Not a chance.

...

"Well, this is just great, now we have absolutely no way of locating our campsite!" Vidcund proclaims, Ajay and Pollination Tech #9 rejoining the group behind him, "Why on earth did you think it was a good idea to throw the map away?"

"Now, now, I never said it was a good idea," General Buzz points out, "But come on, I can get us out of this minor snafu."

"Don't listen to him," Pollination Tech #9 warns them, "At this rate he'll probably lead us off a cliff."

"You shut your mouth you talking celery stick!" General Buzz fires back, inching towards him. Sensing animosity, Vidcund quickly steps between them.

"Come on guys, just calm down and let's get this task done," Vidcund tells them, "We don't want to lose our minds out here."

"A little late for you, isn't it, Vid?" Loki remarks next to him.

Vidcund turns to Loki and snarls. "Oh, that's it!"

Almost instantly, everyone begins fighting with one another, their voices blaring out from the top of the woods. Nearby, Ajay stands in silence, clutching the sides of his head in pain.

Ajay Loner
New Guy/Who?

Why am I here? What did I do to deserve this punishment? I'm a good guy. I mean, I just moved here, I don't even know these people! I'm a normal person that just so happened to move to an abnormal city. For the love of Will Wright, get me away from these crazies!

Afternoon – Vidcund Sucks

Pascal and Vidcund are lying in the middle of some random part of the island, exhausted from hours of searching for their campsite. "Day four," Pascal narrates, lying down on his back next to Vidcund, "It's been three days without food or water," Pascal puts his hand up towards the sky, "If I hold out my hand, I can see a hand-like creature in front of me."

"Pascal," Vidcund mutters next to him, using his right hand as a sun blocker, "It's only been three hours."

"-I've gone so mad that I can hear voices talking to me," Pascal continues on, "They sound like my brother."

Nearby, Lazlo, Pollination Tech #9, Ajay, and Loki are struggling to start a fire. General Buzz walks up behind them, examining their work.

"Unbelievable," he states, "Fours scientists and we can't even start a fire!"

Lazlo turns to his tribemates. "Well, he's got us there," he states.

Lazlo Curious
Medical Researcher/Major Slob

How do I plan on winning a million simoleons? Simple. Using the same tactic that I use to get everything else I want, by just walking around in the background and quietly doing things while going unnoticed. Then one day I'll be sitting there in the finals, and people will be like 'Whaaaaat?'

...

Lazlo continues to hold his glasses underneath the sun, aiming it at the pile of twigs that Pollination Tech #9 has gathered on the sand. Suddenly, it sparks a flame. "Yes!" Lazlo celebrates, pumping his freehand as his brothers walk over to the group, "Now we just have to-"

"ACHOO!" Pascal sneezes on the fire, causing the flame to blow out. The group's faces drop as they all look to Pascal in utter disbelief. "What?" Pascal states, confused by their testy stares.

Day 3

The next day, the Unsavory Charlatan has gathered the Death Conquerors (Plus Jenny) to Vidcund Sucks's random campsite. "Well," the host begins, "It's been three days, and Vidcund Sucks still hasn't found their correct campsite-" the Unsavory Charlatan emphasizes.

Pascal walks through the sand and cuts him off, using his hand as a sun blocker as he points out into the distance. "Wait! I think I see it!" he announces, gazing into the ocean.

The Unsavory Charlatan face-palms. "So we're not out here for an extra two months, we're just going to take you guys to your campsite and say that you lost the immunity challenge."

"Sweet! Goodbye Loki!" Pascal shouts, pointing his finger in his rival's face.

"But it wasn't our fault – wait, no. It was," Lazlo quickly corrects himself, thinking this over, "The punishment fits the crime."

"I'll see you tonight at tribal council," the Unsavory Charlatan continues, "where one of you will be the first sim voted out of this game."

Afternoon – Vidcund Sucks

All seven of the tribe members walk to their new campsite, exhausted from the long journey; their morale low as the drudgery of tribal council hangs over their heads. "Man, we suck!" Pascal says, stopping in front of their tribe flag.

"Correction, Vidcund sucks!" Loki adds in point. Vidcund gives Loki a scowl, before kicking sand in his face. Loki begins to cough.

Vidcund Curious
Plant Biologist/Dresses Like He's Eighty

Well, we lost the challenge which, let's face it, we all saw coming. Personally, I think we're all to blame, except that new guy who never really says or does anything. Now we have to vote off someone, and I'm surprisingly okay with that; it will give us a chance to make our first intelligent decision of this game. Normally, being an intellectual on Survivor is great, but since half the people on this island are intellectuals, this season is going to be a pain in the ass.

...

Vidcund is sitting in front of the campfire, Pascal sitting next to him, as he attempts to fan out his brown jacket. "This is disgusting," Vidcund speaks up, holding his jacket out a few feet from his face, his eyes watering a bit, "It's only been three days and I'm already starting to smell."

"You always smell," Loki notes, walking by the campfire.

Vidcund raises his eyebrows sarcastically, "Thanks Loki," he states as Lazlo sits down next to him.

"So, who are we voting off?" Lazlo wonders, "Buzz, right? I mean, the guy's a nut."

"Really?" Pascal says, popping his head up over Vidcund's shoulder, "We're getting rid of Buzz before Loki? I thought we were set."

"Yeah," Vidcund seconds, "I say we get Loki before he gets us, it's our best option."

Lazlo slowly nods, pondering this over. "Yeah, I guess," he says, getting up from the campfire and wandering towards the woods.

Near the shoreline, Loki and General Buzz are conversing with each other. "So Beaker, what are you thinking? Who do you want out?" General Buzz questions, washing his hands in the ocean.

"Well, I think the entire tribe would be stupid not to target one of the Curious brothers," Loki tells him, "That's three votes of seven right there, with the potential for more once we merge," Loki continues on, "I say we take out Vidcund first, he's the brains of that group," Loki pauses, washing his hands as well, "It was Pascal, but then he gave birth to that kid and started going crazy."

"Yeah," General Buzz agrees, staring back up at the scientist, "But Pollination Tech #9 is still worse, right?"

Loki stares at him strangely.

Meanwhile, Lazlo has joined Pollination Tech #9 and Ajay in the woods and is gathering firewood with the two of them. "So…?" Lazlo says, hoping to nudge his way into their conversation.

"We're getting rid of Buzz," Pollination Tech #9 states bluntly, not bothering to stop his task, "He lost the map, he doesn't deserve to be here," he states.

"I don't know," Ajay speaks up, "This is the beginning of the game, after all. I mean, we might want to get rid of the big threats before they take us out," Ajay proposes.

Lazlo tilts his forehead, clearly confused, "And General Buzz is not a threat?" Lazlo questions, "He could probably beat us in every challenge."

"True," Ajay says, "But we're going to need him to win challenges for us," he says, "No offense to any of us, but if we take him out we're pretty weak as a unit."

"He's got a point," Pollination Tech #9 says, turning to Lazlo, "But could we really stand another day with him?" Lazlo nods, pondering this one over.

Lazlo Curious
Medical Researcher/Major Slob

Gosh, this is tough. I have no idea what I'm going to do. Trust me, I would love to vote with my brothers on this one, but the thing is, Loki hasn't really done anything yet. And I'm not a part of the rivalry, so I just can't really justify voting him out. General Buzz, however, annoys the crap out of me and after that conversation with Pollination Tech #9 and Ajay, I bet we could easily get rid of him. But am I really willing to risk losing Pascal and Vidcund's trust over this? (sighs) That is the question.

Tribal Council

All seven members of Vidcund Sucks walk into the tribal council area and place their belongings near the empty stools. "Go ahead and grab a torch and dip it into the flame," the Unsavory Charlatan instructs, pointing to the stack of wooden torches that are situated against the wall behind the group, "In this game fire represents life, once your fire is gone, so are you."

The team members walk over and each grab an empty torch. Pascal stops towards the fire, feeling a sneeze coming on. "Ahh-ahh-!" Vidcund quickly turns his brother to the side, "Achoo!" Pascal sneezes on the stone wall instead, keeping the fire intact.

He sniffs, giving a small smile. "Thanks Vid."

After everyone has completed the task, they take their seats on the stools in front of the fire.

"Welcome to tribal council," the Unsavory Charlatan says, "Tribal Council is a very important part of this game, because the only way to advance and get closer to the money is to vote people off," he tells them, "But it's not someplace that you want to be this early, so Buzz, what do you think went wrong? Why did you end up here?" the host presses further.

"We ended up here, because this genius-" General Buzz points to Pascal, "Doesn't know how to read a map!"

"Hey, in his defense, we did give everyone else a try before we gave it to him," Vidcund speaks up, raising his hand in point.

Lazlo tilts his head, "How is that in his defense?" he wonders.

Vidcund shrugs, "I don't know. The argument sounded better in my head."

"So Pascal, do you agree with what Buzz is saying? Was the loss your fault?" the Unsavory Charlatan asks.

"Well Chet, I think of this whole situation differently," Pascal begins, crossing his leg, "You see, this tribe fits perfectly with one of my theories: If the tribe sucks, so do you," Pascal says, stopping to think for a moment as to what he just said, "Wait-"

"Look, maybe we're not the best team," Pollination Tech #9 cuts in, "But we didn't lose because of Pascal. We lost because Buzz threw the map down a hole!"

The Unsavory Charlatan nods, "Well, if that's the case, Loki – who do you vote off?"

"-Vidcund," Loki replies snarky, his arms crossed.

"What?" Vidcund squeaks next to him.

"Hey, you've spent three days with me in this game, you should already know my thought process," Loki concludes, "But it's not just cause I hate him – even though that is the main reason why I want him gone. Vidcund is a big strategic threat and we need to get rid of him now before he starts scheming."

"Scheming?" Vidcund repeats, "Please! You scheme more than anyone else in the neighborhood!" he counters, "We'd be stupid not to get rid of you!"

The Unsavory Charlatan claps his hands. "And with that, it is time to vote. New guy, you're up first!"

Ajay sighs and gets up from his stool. He writes the person's name down and holds his parchment up to the camera. "I don't know you, but you seem like a jerk. No hard feelings, though." After Ajay sits down, Pollination Tech #9 gets up next and casts his vote, followed by Pascal.

Loki then sits up and goes over to the voting station, writing Vidcund's name down in giant letters. "Hey dipwad, thought I'd add to the many disappointments in your life by getting rid of you first. There is no way I am losing to a Curious."

Loki returns, causing Vidcund to sit up and go over to the voting station. He takes the cap off the marker and writes Loki's name down in gigantic capital letters. "Seems like a no brainer on my part. Maybe if you were smart enough, you would see this coming."

Vidcund sits back down and General Buzz gets up and casts his vote. Lastly, Lazlo walks over to the voting station. He looks down at the empty piece of parchment and sighs, playing with the marker a bit as he debates what to do.

Finally, Lazlo sits back down on the stool next to his brothers.

"I'll go get the votes," the Unsavory Charlatan announces, walking over to the voting station and retrieving the box. He stops at the podium and places his hands on top of the lid. "Once the votes are read, the decision is final, the person voted off will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately. I'll read the votes," he states, reaching into the box.

"First vote – Vidcund," the Unsavory Charlatan reads.

Vidcund rolls his eyes, "Well that's a shocker."

"Second vote – Buzz," the host announces, "That's one vote Vidcund, one vote Buzz." The Unsavory Charlatan reaches into the box a third time, "Third vote – Vidcund."

"Now that is a shocker," Lazlo states, watching as the Unsavory Charlatan reaches into the box a fourth time.

"Fourth vote – Loki. That's two vote Vidcund, one vote Buzz, and one vote Loki," the hosts announces, reaching into the box once more. "Fifth vote – Buzz."

General Buzz rolls his eyes, "That's obviously a typo."

"How could it be a typo?" Pollination Tech #9 asks, scrunching his forehead.

"Quiet you!" General Buzz hisses.

"Sixth vote – Loki," the Unsavory Charlatan reads after unfolding the piece of parchment and revealing it to the others, "Well, here's where we stand. Right now we have a three-way tie between Vidcund, Buzz, and Loki. If this vote is for anyone but the three of you, we are going to have to revote. If not, one of the three of you is going home," he states, "I'll read the vote."

The Unsavory Charlatan grabs the final vote and opens it up. "The first person voted out of Survivor: Strangetown Edition is…Buzz," the host tells them, revealing the final vote. Both Vidcund and Loki breath sighs of relief. "Buzz, you'll need to bring me your torch."

Pascal watches as General Buzz walks behind them, the scientist's face filled with shock as he redirects his attentions to his brothers. "What happened?" he whispers.

"Lazlo switched," Vidcund whispers back, leaning in next to him.

Pascal turns to his other side and locks eyes with his youngest brother. "-Sorry," Lazlo whisper-apologizes.

Pascal turns forward, brushing him off, his face filled with sternness and determination. "Game on, Lazzie boy."

"Buzz, the tribe has spoken," the Unsavory Charlatan speaks, snuffing out General Buzz's torch. "It's time for you to go." General Buzz exits the premises without saying a word, his face bitter.

The Unsavory Charlatan turns back towards the others, his hands behind his back. "Well, after these last three days, it's clear to me that this tribe is all over the place. The question is, will you be able to pull it together in time to make it all the way to the end?" he wonders, allowing the castaways to ponder this for a moment. "Now grab your stuff and head back to camp. Goodnight."

The six remaining tribe members grab their belongings and exit the premises.

General Buzz Grunt
Closing Words

You know, I think I did pretty well – no, what am I saying? Of course I did well! It's not my fault that those nerds couldn't handle the pressure! Good luck finding your way in the real world! In terms of who's left, I don't really care who wins, as long as it's not any of those idiots. Except that guy that never said anything, he seemed cool. So yeah, don't ever call me again!

Next time on Survivor…

…Motives are questioned…

Nervous Subject
Test Subject/Mohawk King

I don't know a lot of things, but I do know that Death is not someone that I should mess with. And neither is Circe, and neither is my mother. But if I don't take these risks and go for it, then why am I here? What is my purpose?

…Idols are found…

Crystal is hiding behind a tree in the woods, watching as Erin ties a small stone carved object to a pile of leaves a few yards away.

"Oh my gosh," Crystal whispers excitedly into the camera, "Erin found an immunity idol and she doesn't even know that she found one!" Crystal awes, maneuvering around a few dead branches, "If I can get her to give it to me, then I'm in business."

…And things heat up between the Curious Brothers!

"Lazlo is a traitor and he should not be trusted," Pascal whisper hisses to Vidcund as they converse alone in the ocean, "And if he thinks that I won't vote off my own brother to win a million simoleons, he's got another thing coming."

Lazlo Curious
Medical Researcher/Major Slob

It's not my fault. I didn't come here to be dragged along, I came here to win. And if you got a problem with that, you can go!

All that and more, next time!