January 2024 Test Drive Meme: Our First!

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Welcome to the Simulation: Our First Test Drive

Taken | Reserves | Application | Activity | TDM Questions | Premise | FAQ | Calendar Full Navigation Reserves open 01/27/2024 @ 12:00 AM EST Reserves close 01/31/2024 @ 11:59 PM EST Welcome to our Test Drive Meme! Our Test Drive Memes are considered game canon and are open to current players and prospective new players alike! It is completely optional to keep your TDM threads as canon to your character's experience in the game, so feel free to play around and enjoy the flexibility before applying! All TDM threads can be used for samples for your application and activity proofs. All TDMs come with an additional greeting message from Daisy in addition to her typical Welcome Message. This is her message for newbies for this month: "Hi there, Sweet Subjects! Congratulations on being the Very First Batch! That also means you're the first friends I've made for this whole project! Isn't that exciting? Unfortunately, I have to already apologize to you. You see, I wasn't expecting you quite so soon! My math was a little off and well...There are a few kinks in the system I'm working out. But don't worry! I'll take care of everything. You can trust me. After all, we are friends, and it would be very rude to not trust your friends! Why don't you just stay inside this little house while I fix things up? You'll be safe! P̴̥̾̉r̸̢̋́̓̀̏ó̵̧͖̈́̏̋͊̅̋̕͘b̵̛̺̞̦̳̙͒͘͜ä̸͓̗̯̺̰́̿̆͘͠b̶̭͔̯̆̒̐l̵̨̬̬̱̱̙͔̻̊̾́͠͝y̶̰̺̲̝͙͈̝͙̟̖͑̆̾̀̀͒͝!̶̱͚͙͉̠̓̒́̌̽̌̚͝ Remember: Don't open the door to strangers. Anyway! In the meantime, get to know your fellow Sweet Subjects! After all, you're going to be spending a lot of time together! Thank you for understanding! Good luck! Prompt One | Prompt Two

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Summary: 🌼 Content Warnings: Optional light alcohol, isolation, bad weather via thunderstorms, feeling of being watched and taunted, false information, mental manipulation, memory manipulation, memories or depictions of murder and torture 🌼 Characters wake up in an unfamiliar house during a thunderstorm. They hear Daisy's broadcast on the TV. There is a persistent knocking at the door, but you know you shouldn't open it. 🌼 Another character (or more) is in the house with you. Pictures of you both begin to take up the walls. Of memories you either really experienced or false memories. They increasingly become more violent. 🌼 A radio broadcast warns Sweet Acres residents about an escaped criminal. Paranoia grows between characters. Violence out of deluded "self-defense" may occur. 🌼 The true escape from this prompt is to just open the door. Outside, all is well and you realize the house was one giant mind fuck...Or hopefully, you realize. Your memories might be a little scrambled now. There is a knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door. It has been a long, long, long day, hasn't it? You don't even remember sitting on the couch and you certainly don't remember dozing off. But that strange broadcast certainly woke you up and now...You are here. In an unfamiliar house with outdated wallpaper and dirty carpet. The weather outside seems frightful. Torrential downpours with clashing thunder and flashes of lightning chase even the most persistent shadows in the house. Was the lady on the TV serious? Did you just have to wait in this lousy place for the storm to blow over? Or, wait, how did she word it? Wait while things finish configuration. Damn, your head is hurting and you could use a drink. Hopefully, the tacky yellow kitchen has a stocked fridge. Luckily for you, it's filled with fresh food and some fresh booze. There is a knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door. Unluckily for you, there is another person in this house with you. They might have woken up on the same couch as you or are bumping around upstairs. Either way, the freak in the polka-dot dress wasn't wrong: You're not alone here. When you and whoever else in this house finally join up, you will notice that the house seems to become a bit more lively. The pictures on the wall change to feature you or your companion. Some of the pictures are genuine from back in your homeworld, but others...Not so much. Others look like false memories of you with families you don't even remember or at a school you never attended, but they are all so real you can't help but think maybe Daisy is telling the truth after all. There is a heavier knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door. There is a radio in the house that suddenly begins to declare an emergency announcement: "At this time, we urge all residents of Sweet Acres to seek shelter immediately. The wind is picking up and we anticipate this storm to last the rest of the night - Oh? This just in: a convict has managed to break into Sweet Acres. We are told that they were last seen in...Oh, oh my...Whatever you do, make sure your doors and windows are locked. And remember: don't answer the door. And remember: don't trust strangers." A heavy booming knock lands three times at the front door. Let. Me. In. The pictures around the house begin to change. Now it shows you and whoever you're sharing the house with doing some...terrible things. Maybe some of it is true. Some of it may be completely false. Will it matter when the pictures seem so terrifyingly real? What happens when the TV glitches on and starts to play sketchy home videos of one of you doing something terrible? What happens when the radio starts to play terrifying audio of you confessing to an atrocious crime? What happens when the person you're stuck in the house with might just be the stranger the radio warned you about? Or will you have the sense to realize that something is very wrong here and that you're both being played a fool? The knocking at the door is only getting louder. So loud it cracks the door. The storm worsens. What should you do? The madness will only worsen the longer you stay. You may even be driven to defend yourself from each other, you may come to develop false memories of crimes you didn't commit. You may just... Decide to open that damn door already. It turns out, that's what you needed to do the entire time. Because the moment you do? You open the door and see a beautiful, sunny day outside. No rain. Not a single gray cloud. Certainly no horrifying stranger either. But now you're left with whatever you did or thought from the house. For some people, the terror may slip away as easily as the rain, but for some of you, you might be stuck with paranoia and suspicion. Welcome to Sweet Acres. back to top ⤴

[ The Bot Problem ]

Summary: 🌼 Content Warnings: Forced sexuality, optional sex, aphrodisiac style computer virus, dubious consent, hunted by machines, use of bombs, guns, and shrapnel. Possible character death or maiming 🌼 Sex Bots are spreading a virus to those that touch them that will cause player characters to go around flirting with others. They can either get rid of the "virus" by having sex or meeting someone who can hack it out of their system by asking grounding questions (or any other creative means a player may have). 🌼 Characters are hunted down by violent little metal boxes known as metal dogs. The metal dogs are extremely resilient but can be destroyed by extreme measures. These metal dogs are intent on killing and maiming characters and plants. You will notice that there are still some errors in the system as you go out and about exploring your new town. There will be an occasional glitch that opens up a screaming void of bottomless darkness before it blinks out of existence. Those are unsettling enough, but at least they don't seem harmless. The bots, on the other hand, are a different story. They glitch into the town, cracking through this carefully structured reality like breaking through a window. It seems like Daisy has a lot of work to do on the external firewalls of Sweet Acres! In the meantime, you're going to have to deal with her incompetence. The Sex Bots A lot of the bots can easily be mistaken for other residents in town. These are model-gorgeous women and men who almost seemed like caricatures of stereotypical beauty conventions. Big lips, huge hips, large muscles, chiseled jaws, perfect hair, pearly white teeth. These beauties flounce about and no matter who or what you are, if they look your way, they are immediately approaching you. "Hey, sexy. I'm single, horny, and lonely. I just turned 18 and I've got my daddy's credit card." "I've never seen a person more beautiful than you. I'm the CEO of at least three different six-figure income businesses. How about I take you on a night out in my Ferrari?" There isn't a single thought behind those eyes or in those smiles. If you have the thought to rely on your Daze, you can just block the Sex Bots and they will blink out of existence. Alternatively, you could probably just smash them out of existence with a good punch or the swing of a weapon...They will just vanish into a cloud of corrupt coding. But if you're a bit more gullible and still catching up on the strangeness of this place or can't figure out Daze, you might make the mistake of responding to one of these bots. The Bot will immediately scan you for all of your information and warp its features into something that you actually would find to be the ideal beauty. "This is better, right?" It's hard to deny...They even sound like the ideal beauty in your mind. A gentle hand on your arm and then they are leading you away. Except they aren't leading you anywhere. You watch helplessly as coding goes up your arm and begins to consume your body. You can't feel anything but a prickling sensation. The Bot vanishes, but you are left rewired. Now it is you with the dramatic features emphasizing your most attractive parts. Regardless of your personality, you suddenly feel the urge to walk up to just about anyone anywhere and flirt with them. Whether stupidly or sincerely. It's hard to remember yourself with the bot's virus wreaking havoc on your Daze. Worst case scenario? You wind up sleeping with someone because of this bizarre virus, but you will also ironically get it out of your system this way and feel completely normal after. Alternatively, you can find someone who is a bit more tech-savvy with the Daze and who might have an idea of how to hack into your system and get rid of the virus for you. This might involve some personal line of questioning, but hey, at least you're not walking around asking for sex from total strangers anymore! The Metal Dogs The Sex Bots are a dream compared to the other virus attacking the system of Sweet Acres. One will begin to see small metal robots trotting about, no bigger than a backpack, with lethal determination. These metal dogs scour their surroundings for anything organic or anything that doesn't belong in the space. This means they are actively ripping up plants and destroying trees, which is tragic enough, but just be glad they haven't seen you yet because it turns out that Daisy's Sweet Subjects are the metal dog's top priority. The moment they notice you, they will begin a neverending chase. These robots can catch up to a speeding car and resist an enormous amount of damage. They are waterproof and run on their own network completely disconnected from the Daze, so good luck trying to hack into them- it won't work. They can see just as well in the dark as the light and have sensors that allow them to pick up on body temperature as well as any vibrations you might make. They are not gentle creatures: their goal is to terminate all organic beings and Sweet Subjects in the area. If they catch you, they will immediately attempt to blow your head off with a small gun they can form. Alternatively, they will expel a shrapnel bomb if you catch them off guard. They also have paralyzing fog bombs. Metal dogs can be destroyed, however. With large explosions, armor-piercing weaponry, people with extreme super strength. Or you can get creative! Maybe you know a spell that can turn them into a stuffed animal or melt the metal. Maybe you have control over metal beings. There are ways to destroy these things. But don't worry. If worse comes to worse, Daisy is going around to destroy them for you. But do you really want to owe her your life? back to top ⤴

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danny | evil dead rise

[deadbook]

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content warnings: images of violence, extreme guilt, images of canon typical violence (re: zombies/undead), intense confusion

(Danny was in a complete daze. Between dying and whatever happened to get him here, his brain is a mess. He isn't sure what is or isn't true, but he does know that whatever the hell kind of "past" Daisy gave him was a real shitstorm. He's staring at the fuzz on the TV screen, a single tear tracking down his cheek, his eyes otherwise blank. He only jumps when a particularly loud bang of thunder crashes overhead.

His heart climbs into his throat and he's on his feet without even registering it. He edges slowly out of the room, wrapping his hand around the doorway, and pokes his head out.)

...Hello? (He had heard the loud knocking at the front door and was resolutely ignoring it. But he is almost positive that he had heard someone shuffling about in the kitchen. Or maybe upstairs? He rubs his hand hard at his cheek to clear away the tear.)

I- I know self-defense. (Barely. His sister could probably kick more ass than he could. She took that shit way more seriously, but he could do enough, he thinks...Maybe...

He tiptoes down the hallway, glancing at the pictures on the walls. He recognizes his face in family photos, feels a dim pulse of guilt, of grief, and then he sees someone else's face he doesn't recognize. It's whoever is in the house with him. He leans forward to examine it closer and when there's a noise behind him, he's snatching the picture off the wall and whipping it toward the source of the noise.

That might be your face, sorry. Thankfully he has pretty shit aim.)

[ Sex Bots ]

content warnings: sex jokes, sexual situations, maybe smut but also probably not - smut only with mlm (danny is pre-op trans male btw), mostly just shenanigans probably

(Stranger Danger had been religiously drilled into his head growing up. They had never lived in a safe area when he was growing up and his mother had been diligent in teaching her children about total creeps. That extended into their teens and now, even at nineteen, Danny still had those warning bells ringing in his head whenever he was approached by someone he didn't know.

This time it's by a giant dude and at 5'7, Danny doesn't have much going for him per body size and intimidation. It's also the first time a guy has ever approached him period, which is kind of startling, and suspicious, because this guy is infinitely hotter than him. And guys didn't come up to guys like Danny. Like, ever. Danny squints at the guy, and when he starts going on about his money and thinking Danny is gorgeous, Danny just laughs.)

Dude, you are so fucking full of it. Is this a scam?

(He doesn't think it's a bot. Realizing he is in a simulation was still kind of being processed, so he's not thinking of interacting with anything as if he was in a computer system.)

Fuck off. (Because he's not buying it. He even flicks up his middle finger and walks off. When the sex bot abruptly grabs his shoulder, Danny whips around and slams his foot right up between the bot's legs. This is enough to make the bot burst into coding. Danny blinks in shock, mouth hanging open.

Well, shit. Did he just...commit...murder?)

[ Metal Dogs ]

content warnings: Possible violence

(Danny is not suited for this shit at all. He had exactly zero athletic skills and was a city boy down to the bone. It doesn't take a genius to realize the metal dog is a threat though and when one starts chasing him, he goes sprinting. He might have been able to take on the sex bots, but this thing was different and he didn't feel like breaking his toes.

Instead, he is trying to scale a tree and he sucks at that too because the last time he climbed a tree, he was probably eight, and he winds up scraping his palms on the bark. The branch he reaches for glitches out of existence, what the fuck, so he winds up grabbing at the air and falling backward. He lands with a loud oomph on his back, the wind knocked out of him, and yeah, he's so dying today.

Unless maybe someone else helps him out. Please help him out, he is useless here.)

please wait etc etc

[kobes]

[Shit aim + killer reflexes is one of the better combos Koby's had since waking up here. The picture sails somewhere over his head as he ducks, dropping to his knees on the carpet with a soft "thunk". Part of him wonders if they should be more careful, maybe try not to break anything?

Another one is much more preoccupied with making sure the stranger caught here too doesn't keep throwing things. So, from the ground:] S-Sorry, I'm really sorry, I-I didn't mean to startle you! Please -- stop throwing stuff!

spiderman meme engage

[deadbook]

(It's probably a good thing Koby cries out because Danny has already picked up another frame to throw. He stops when he hears his own voice and then...No way. He takes a few cautious steps toward the other boy.)

I won't. (He's still holding the picture though. Just in case. The only good defense is a good offense or whatever.)

Are you...

(......This place really was intent on fucking with him, huh.)

Me?

alslkaladjsk scream

[kobes]

[Koby blinks a couple times, pushing his glasses up his nose and frowning at the other boy. He recognizes the features, of course, but the clothes, the hair -- all too dramatically different to cause any genuine confusion.]

I...really don't think so? [Why are you blond, sir, for one thing.] Though, um. I guess it depends on who you are?

[deadbook]

(Danny creeps forward. Okay, definitely not him, but definitely the same face. He relaxes mildly.)

I'm Danny. (He smiles awkwardly.) I guess we aren't the same.

(He sighs, bending down to offer Koby a hand.)

You're way too dorky to be me.

(Danny!)

[kobes]

[Koby momentarily considers being offended enough to pull back and not take the offered hand -- besides, what if this guy is his evil twin or...something? He should stay cautious. Be alert.

But also he's already tired from trying to figure out what the fresh hell is going on, so he accepts the help, albeit with a scowl.] Koby. I have a different style, that's all.

[Koby, you're literally wearing the dumbest, dorkiest military uniform ever invented. It has a baseball cap.]

[deadbook]

(Danny would definitely be the evil twin, frankly. The caution is justified. He pulls Koby up to his feet and instinctively checks him over for any actual injuries.)

Uh-huh. (Danny drawls, quirking a brow. He flicks at Koby's collar and tie. If you're face-twins that automatically means you can do whatever you want. Also, Danny is just sibling-coded, so you know.)

What's this then?

[kobes]

[Up close, the similarities are even more noticeable -- Koby looks down at his hands, callused from scrubbing decks, then at Danny's, which look identical but feel different. Their voices are subtly dissimilar too -- Danny's is softer, less accented.

The flick to the tie gets a ferocious scowl, an adjustment of those huge glasses. Why does Koby have to be the clone with the bad vision?] My uniform? What's wrong with it?

[deadbook]

(His own hands were much softer. While he did play instruments and spin records on the regular, that wasn't the sort of thing that roughened the entirety of his hands.)

Uniforms are universally lame, dude. It either means you're a total kiss-ass to laws or you're part of some shitty pretentious school.

(Or you worked a terrible service industry job, but they never had uniforms quite as crisp and cohesive as Koby's.)

[kobes]

[It has Koby wondering, trying to imagine a life that different -- because everything about Danny is different, really, his hair and his clothes and his entire persona.

The uniform opinion is definitely different, prompting a slight frown.] What's wrong with the law? [Pretty obvious which one he is.]

pls wait

[dead_tongue]

[Iggy had been in the kitchen when he heard someone speak. He'd been ignoring the spooky knocking, telling himself it was just a tree branch in the wind, and had elected to make himself at home. This apparently meant making himself a screwdriver and eating a banana. The banana was gone when he realised that yes, someone was out in the hall.

Iggy picks up his glass and strolls out of the kitchen, spotting a shorter blonde person staring at the photos on the wall. Iggy clears his throat, about to say hello, when suddenly a picture frame hurtles through the air and--]

Owwwwwwwww!

[Hand clapped to his temple, eyes watery, screwdriver dropped. The picture of abject misery.]

Why did you do that? You hit me in the face!

i love iggy

[deadbook]

(Part of him feels victorious that he landed the hit, but then he quickly feels guilty because this guy was definitely not a murderer waiting in the shadows. If he was, he sure didn't fit the typical profile of any murderer Danny's studied before.

His hands are over his mouth and then he's moving forward, waving a bit frantically.)

Sorry! Sorry. I thought you were like - I don't know. A serial killer or something. It was instinctual.

(Kind of!)

Are you okay? Are you bleeding? (Don't sound so excited about the possibility, Danny.)

he's so dumb

[dead_tongue]

That's quite the instinct!

I don't know, maybe?

[Sniffling, he removes his hand from his temple and looks at his fingers. Yup. That's blood.]

Oh my god! Is it bad?! Am I deformed now?!

[It seriously just needs a bandaid.]

[deadbook]

It's called survival instinct! (His mom engrained it into him. Granted, she also technically failed considering...

He's just not going to think about any of that right now. Danny grimaces at the wound, feeling a bit guilty.)

Oh, that looks-

(Deformed? Okay, sorry, Iggy, but he accidentally laughs at that. He quickly bites his lip.)

Morbidly. (Danny, no!)

[dead_tongue]

[Iggy is possibly the most gullible person Danny is ever going to meet. He wails immediately.]

Oh no! Oh nooooooooo!

[And, yup, he's crying. Actually crying.]

I'll have to live in a belltower and shit!

[deadbook]

Oh- shit, sorry, I'm totally kidding, dude!

(Please do not have an actual mental breakdown!

Danny could be a bit of a jerk, but he wasn't a real jerk and is a total softie for anyone who is crying. He waves his hands about, trying to get Iggy's attention.)

You're fine! It's not even going to leave a mark. Seriously. It's like, barely there.

[dead_tongue]

[Iggy sniffles and regards Danny with warm brown eyes - he looks like a kicked puppy.]

Really?

Okay.

Uhm. Are you okay?

[deadbook]

Yeah, oh my god. I'm sorry, man. I didn't think-

(At all. He wasn't thinking at all. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.)

I'm really used to ragging on my sister all the time. She usually just dishes it back.

(Hahahahhaha why is he talking about his sister!)

I didn't mean to hit you. We should see if there's a washcloth or something somewhere so I can clean that up.

(It's the least he owes the guy.)

Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I'm in tact.

[dead_tongue]

It's okay. I scared you. Which, sorry about that. I just wanted to see who else was in here. It's spooky.

[Iggy touches his temple again. It's no longer bleeding, which relaxes him a little bit.]

I'm alright. But yeah, okay. There's got to be a bathroom.

metal dogs

[clipon]

[ hal's had a lot of damn time to wander around and get used to using his brand-spanking-new body today, so he's actually a little helpful finally. maybe.

he sees the guy go down and blinks once, blinks again, then just bolts forward and kicks the metal creature so hard it goes flying far enough that he can hoist mr. just-fell-out-of-a-tree to his feet and drag him off. ]

First law of robotics, bitch.

[ okay, maybe not the time for a snappy comment pointed toward a robot that just tried to kill a guy. and probably if he was human, his foot would be broken. but his foot is, conveniently, metal and circuits and all that good shit, so it's fine. he's not even limping or anything. ]

Are you okay, bro? There appears to be more of those things everywhere, we should probably get inside.

Re: metal dogs

[deadbook]

(Sure as hell a lot more helpful than Danny is. Danny is still in a bit of a daze when the other guy appears to kick some metal dog ass. He rolls slowly over onto his side, wheezing a bit as he's picked up.)

Holy shit.

(Danny winds up leaning a bit on the guy mostly because today has been such a fucking whirlwind.)

Yeah- yeah, totally fine. I don't think anything's broken.

(He pats his hands down over his loose shirt, probably smacking himself a bit harder than was strictly necessary, but nothing hurts too bad. His ass was so going to be bruised later though.)

Thanks, man. I really- thank you. Sorry. (For being inconvenient as hell. But the guy's right. It's not the first metal dog he has seen, but it was the first to come charging his way and probably wouldn't be the last.)

Not a bad idea. He might come back with friends. Um- here, let's go there.

(Into the nearest house they go! Danny at least has no issue with breaking and entering. He's pretty sure every house in this place is free game anyway.)

[clipon]

Good. Organic bodies are so fragile.

[ he was extremely fragile as glasses, sure, but this body is pretty damn sturdy. He may look (kind of) realistic, but it's all metal, baby.

anyway, he watches the guy pat himself down and then shakes his head. ]

There's no point in apologizing. It seems you have some self-esteem issues stemming from the deep-seated issue of [ he holds up a hand, pretending to check some notes. ] not being able to get rid of an evil dog robot that was trying to murder you.

[ he says all this as they head into the house, closing and locking the door behind them. he doesn't expect it'll hold up well if one of those things decides to try and break the door down, but he's not about to say that out loud right now because the last thing he needs is to deal with another panicking person today. ]

My point is, it's fine. Three hours ago I wouldn't have been able to do what I did.