Assblasting Festival

From the Franiverse Wiki, the sacred source of lore and gastric terror.




The Assblasting Festival is a core Franiverse blood orgy -- an official holiday. Celebrated annually by mortals, vampires, and Sims-based lifeforms, it is a metaphysical shitshow of digestive depravity. As one of the highest holy blood orgies, it’s a sacred, cursed, and utterly pooptacular event rooted in mass trauma and a metric fuckton of emotional gluten. Think Thanksgiving, but everyone’s dead, and the turkey is alive.




The festival originated when Thorne accidentally served a cursed casserole laced with tainted plasma fruit. This infamous dish -- Gelatinous Soul Ambrosia Casserole -- was crafted from expired Makkabakka meats, ghost tears, and litterbox scraps. The result? Mass toilet casualties, soul docking (don’t let the casserole dock souls), and explosive bathroom Jackson Pollocks -- but not smelling like one.




🔪 The Grand Meal (The Last Slaughter)

Participants consume spoiled or cursed food, triggering vomiting, convulsions, and sacred place lightning. The ritual includes a head clink, wrist slurp, and Britney Spears’ “Oops! I Did It Again” before honoring Sims who “shat their sacred place last year.”




🎭 Dress Code

- Jayceon: Holiday harlot chic (sequins, thigh-highs, mesh tops).

- Waffles: Sometimes pants. Sometimes not.

- Yuraiya: Glitter collar, chaos, mystic pink fur.

- Hazmat Bunny Suit Crew: The festival’s unofficial mascot.




🚽 Toilet Trauma

Toilets scream. Mortals cry. Vampires vibe. One Sim reportedly vanished in cheese vapor after screaming, “This casserole is docking my soul!” Avoid eye contact with the casserole -- it will see into your core.




🧠 Meaning

It’s a time for shared suffering, sacred explosions, and soul-deep catharsis. Blessed be the hungry, for the blasts of ass shall be merry and plenty. 🐷🔥