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January 2024 Test Drive Meme: Our First!
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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 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 In an unfamiliar house with outdated wallpaper and dirty carpet.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? 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. |
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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 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. 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 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? |
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Ignatius "Iggy" Melville was many things, but remotely affected by female presenting hotties? Not in the way she was probably aiming for.
He turned around and looked over the back of the couch at the goddess descending the stairs.
"Oh my god, I love your robe!"
Yeah.
He shakes her hand enthusiastically enough, though. "Never heard of you. Don't think I'm your target demo. I'm Iggy."
He's interrupted by the radio broadcast, which he listens to with wide eyes.
"Oh, gosh. I dunno. I mean... we're safer in here, right? And there's wine in the fridge. You want some? It's a chardonnay."
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"Mmmm, probably not unless you're into bad B horror movies or good indie films. I won't be offended." Surprisingly, there was a whole contingent of drag queens in her small hometown who were absolutely her biggest fans and had done a number of her different characters over the years in things like the annual Halloween parade. She never failed to be flattered by her boys and attended the parade every year.
"Now that's something I can definitely get behind. This all seems a little disorienting as an experience." And entirely new for Lurine which meant she was actually pretty pleased. After the long life she'd led, new experiences were far and few between. The last time she'd been this surprised had been back in the late nineties.
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"I'm into both," he enthused. "I bet I'll suddenly think of something you've been in like, half an hour from now." He wasn't yet aware that they were probably from different worlds.
Iggy got up, casting a worried glance at the radio. "Yeah, it's sort of fucked up. They're pictures of us all over, did you notice?" He went to the fridge and cupboards, getting Lurine a glass of wine and topping up his own.
He handed over her glass with a friendly smile. "Cheers to creepy ugly houses," he said. "I mean, sort of charmingly ugly I guess." His eyes skated back to the radio again - he was completely human and not precisely equipped to fight off a knife wielding maniac.
"This feels a bit like a horror movie."
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"That I did. Ah, don't mind too many of the weirder ones, they're mostly from my roles." She hoped he wouldn't realize that there was no amount of CGI or prosthetics in the world that was good enough to turn her into the snake monster squeezing the life out of someone in her coils in the worst ones. That was all Lurine in her true form.
"Cheers," she said, clinking glasses with him and tipping quite a bit of the wine back. The distinct advantage or disadvantage that she had, depending on how one looked at it, was that it was impossible to get her drunk. The most she'd ever gotten was a buzz back in the day with Dionysus.
"It does indeed. Rather like the ones I used to used to make. Which means something fucked up is bound to happen soon."
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He nodded, buying into that explanation completely. "What's weird is that there's some that I don't remember happening. Like there's one of me at Disneyland. I don't remember ever going to Disneyland in my life."
He clinks and sips, still looking concerned. "Do you really think so? Gosh. I don't know how to fight, do you?"
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"Really? How odd." With how long Lurine had been around, she honestly wasn't sure if there was any that showed her doing something she hadn't. At least the ones of her worshippers in ancient Greece offering her a sacrifice and the ones showing her more recent mundane life in Pemkowet, Michigan she knew to be truth. Everything in between? It was a guess.
"A bit," she said vaguely. She knew how to fight in her own way in her lamia form and she had no intention of letting something out there harm this nice young man.
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He watched her with some concern, but when she went back to her wine Iggy decided not to ask.
"Right? It makes me wonder like... did I just forget? If it all was a simulation, did I just lose memory or something? I dunno. It's scary."
He sips more wine, eyes darting to the front door. "I'm a pacifist."
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"Don't worry, darling. I'm sure we'll be just fine in here. The odds of someone picking this particular house to try and break into are astronomically low." Then she heard a knock at the door. ".....Of course, I've been known to be wrong before."
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"There's someone at the door," he pointed out needlessly.
"Should we answer it? What if it's someone who needs help?"
Of course, it might be a crazed murderer, but he didn't want to articulate that part. Did murderers usually knock? That seemed strange.
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In fact, she found it extremely odd that someone would just be knocking without saying anything at all. Why were they just knocking there in the middle of a horrible storm without saying a single word?
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He did edge closer to her, though. Then he cleared his throat.
"Go away!" he called. "We don't want any Amway or shitty leggings or whatever!"
The knocking stopped.
"Well! That was--"
A thundering flurry of rapid bangs hammered against the door. Iggy yelped again.
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Lurine wasn't afraid. Anything that was out there was a lot less scary than she was capable of being. She called out in that low, sweet voice again. "Whoever is out there, make yourself known, will you?"