Picture this, its f4 in a totstrashy survivor roblox game, you've been on the bottom essentially the entire game and youre hanging on by a thread with your gal pal absol , who unbeknownst to you at the time was the shiftiest rat the game had seen all season, timster , and a casual you havent really bonded with and was on the opposing tribe at the start of the game.
Now imagine said gal pal Absol wins final immunity so naturally you cheer for her and it's all good fun. Now imagine being on call with Absol and talking about how we have to hope they vote for each other so that I don't go to fire and we can sit in the f3 together, I mean, after all, we've only been friends for 3 years at the time and have been working together all game! Now imagine sitting at tribal, first time all season you feel even remotely comfortable that its not most likely gonna be you. Then you hear him-who-peaked-as-sunnybunny read your name aloud twice. "Aloportsam." "Aloportsam, that's two votes Aloportsam" and you look over to near and dear friend Absol with a half worried, half light hearted glance and smirk. Then Tots pulls out the last vote, and with his yellow tinted fillings reveals the handwriting of a traitorous, deceptive, lying BITCH and you can't do anything but take a deep breath and stifle a laughter because you have to be on punk'd, right? I mean you were tighter than Jeriber's pussy with Absol, there's no way she'd make you look like boo boo the fool over such a trivial matter, right? Alas, despite the disbelief and utter state of shock, you remain a good sport and a grin strikes across your face as you realize you got the Christina Cha edit and have become the 7th and final juror to spitefully cast your vote for "wwetimster" to win the season.
But no I'd never let a game jeopardize my friendships how immature!
People have threatened and effectively ended friendships with me over what happens in ORGs and still won't talk to me now. That's part of the reason I largely retired.
