(Note: This isn’t an established challenge exactly, but it isn’t scripted either and I’m playing with some imposed structure that could loosely be called “rules.” Apologies if it doesn’t belong in this section!)
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Long ago, when I was on my second legacy attempt and sometimes needed a break from emotionally investing in sims, I developed a highly systematic way of playing with life death.
I called it Sim Salad.
It was essentially a Survivor-style “game show” where eight contestants competed to be the last man standing… literally. They were hand-picked for superior athleticism and resilience created by randomizing the heck out of everything in CAS. The contestants had a few moments to get acquainted before they were launched into a series of challenges that varied with each season:
- The fire challenge
- The pool challenge
- The electrocution challenge
- The satellite challenge
- The foot race (the loser of which died by boolprop flies)
- And many more.
The idea was one contestant perished each round until only a single sim remained, who won the eternal glory of… well, being alive.
Morbid? Yes. Sadistic? Absolutely. A rip-off of The Hunger Games? ...It wasn’t published when I started doing this, so there.
I recently decided to revive good old Sim Salad and set it free into the world, since I never successfully documented the earlier “seasons.” So here it is for your (possible) enjoyment.
Sim Salad Homepage
Story Behind the Show
Season One
Spoiler: