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 ⤴

Comments

[snakesona]

[ olrox possesses enough steel in his spine not to flinch from the sudden movement and the lack of personal space, though his smile flickers. ]

And this merits my interest?

[chuanifrinn]

This [Lancer gestures broadly around them at their surroundings] doesn't merit your interest? My body is not in the Throne of Heroes and I feel fine.

[Whipping back around he stoops enough to be eye level with his companion]

The world hasn't been so world for me in such a very long time. Nothing has ever been so interesting.

[snakesona]

[ hm. olrox considers that for a moment. interesting is not the word he'd use. safer, perhaps, from erzebet and her mechanizations. but interesting? this world feels artificial. a construct of someone else's mind.

and he can't say he cares for that. ]

I'll admit, it is a curious world. But it has yet to grab my attention.

[chuanifrinn]

[Lancer lifts his hand, turning it over, fixing his gaze on it for several moments.]

Hm...the contract is different, but there's no tether, I'm not a servant obligated to a master and I'm still here. That has my attention, the change in the system, what the rules are...

[He certainly recalls the the arrival, the message.]

Whatever this simulation is, there's a power behind it that's exceptional enough to hold me here. It's not boasting, it's worrisome, and that compels me to be interested.

[snakesona]

I suppose it is a wise man who can manage both.

All powers behave the same way. To reshape the world in their image. This one has succeeded. Partially.

[chuanifrinn]

It seems whoever Daisy is it's succeeded in almost every respect aside from subjugating us completely.

[In the middle of his musings a few more bots decided to engage and approach them and Lancer could have dismissed them, especially as one of the bots manifested as a priest with an unassuming appearance and a helpful demeanor. The other was a stunning young man with golden hair and equally golden armor, he had the haughty bearing of someone accustomed to getting their way.

Instead he summoned a vicious looking red spear and without really considering it skewered the pair of them together causing them to vanish into a roil of coding.]

Not as satisfying as I'd hoped. Anyway, before those two idiots, I was going to ask you if you knew more about the Daze.

[The wolfish playful man was gone, for now at least he seemed quite serious.]

[snakesona]

[ olrox turns to his daze. ]

I'll admit, I'm unfamiliar with such contraptions.

[chuanifrinn]

[Leaning on the spear he gives the other man an appraising look wondering how best to explain it, technology was new to Lancer, but he'd been inundated with information prior to the holy war and learned what he needed to quickly.]

The simplest wat to explain it as I understand is a program we've been infected with. It will allow us to communicate with one another, but I think it's how they keep a tab on us as well.

[snakesona]

[ olrox's expression changes, cold and furious in the blink of an eye. ]

A leash.

[chuanifrinn]

Fair enough...but...[Lancer lowers his voice conspiratorially, the playfulness seeping back in]...a leash can be pulled from both ends. It depends on the taming of the beast, if I'm a hound, I'm not domesticated.

[Of course there's something else Lancer is trying to get at but he's still feeling out his options.]

[snakesona]

[ olrox schools himself back to nonchalance. he revealed a bit too much there. ]

Are you a hound then?

[chuanifrinn]

Cu Chuliann translates to Culann's hound. I stood in for a hound I killed, so in a way I guess I am.

[He doesn't seem perturbed about it, in fact he seems to think this is a normal thing to say.

And since this isn't the Holy Grail Wars he sees no need to hide these aspects of himself.]

[snakesona]

[ huh. olrox surveys him closely. ]

I know that story. From the mists of Ireland, long ago.

[chuanifrinn]

When we called it Ulster, my father was Lugh of the Tuatha Dé Danann and my mother was Deichtine. Most people are more familiar with King Arthur and Avalon, so that you know the story is refreshing.

[snakesona]

I've been around long enough to know many stories.

[chuanifrinn]

Right vampire! Are you one of those vampires that ages out of the need for blood?

[snakesona]

No. To be a vampire is to be ruled by thirst.

Sometimes with age comes clarity. An understanding of the longer view of life. But the thirst remains.

[chuanifrinn]

Have you thought about how you're going to handle that thirst here?

[snakesona]

I have no doubt I can find someone who would not be missed.

[chuanifrinn]

Barring that you can always find someone who can't be killed. Not that easily anyway.

[snakesona]

People do not take kindly on being fed on.

[chuanifrinn]

It wouldn't crack my top five on things I'd rather be doing but it also wouldn't crack my top five on things I'd rather not be doing either.

[snakesona]

[ olrox hums. ]

Humans tend to feel strongly about losing their blood.

[chuanifrinn]

It's a good thing I'm not entirely human and I'm offering so no one has to be missed.

[snakesona]

. . . That is quite the offer.