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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 In an unfamiliar house with outdated wallpaper and dirty carpet.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. |
| [ 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 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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Then he flops back against the bench, pouting ferociously. "And not a single person here appreciates that shit. It ain't easy, bein' easy, yaknow?"
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He giggles silently. "I do know, actually."
cw: all of angel's shit lmao (abuse, sa, noncon, drug use)
But -- nobody knows him here. He can be anyone he wants. He doesn't need to lie. Iggy might understand -- he does cam work, but he does it for himself, no fucking boss standing over him, yelling and hitting and never, ever taking "no" for an answer. Angel's always wondered what that would be like, if he could do this for himself.
So he pauses, a little too long, mismatched eyes going faraway. Then he clears his throat, settling for something in the middle. "Yeah. It's, uh -- it's a fuckton of work. Sixteen-hour days, no breaks, gotta go through like five lines of coke -- the good shit -- to get it all done. And it's Hell, yaknow, so it's all kinds of weird fucked up crazy kinks -- like, my boss is into the hardcore shit, so that's what I do most'a the time, so."
Angel stops himself, finally, all four hands clutching bruisingly at the bench. He clears his throat, looking away and shrugging. "But, uh. Yeah."
all those same cws bb
Softly, so softly, he puts a hand on one of Angel's shoulders.
"I'm sorry," he says simply. His voice is soft and comforting.
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"Yeah. Don't, uh...don't sell your soul, babe. Ain't worth it." A pause, then one hand reaches up, covering Iggy's and squeezing gently. "Way more fun doing kinky shit when you wanna, yaknow? Less pressure. Sometimes you just wanna get spanked and not have to do ten reshoots to get the right angle."
Then, with a little shrug, Angel adds: "Then again, accordin' to the creepy clown chick, that was all some weird fucked-up simulation, which is pretty fuckin' meta, if you think about it."
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He smiles. "Yeah. Yeah, I do know. You like being spanked?"
Oh yeah, their fake reality. Iggy hums. "I'm not sure what to believe. I mean... I once saw this old movie where these aliens would change human's memories and stuff every night? And this one guy, they made it look like he was a murderer, but he didn't remember doing it and he remembered his girlfriend but she didn't remember him and she was played by the girl from Labyrinth who is SO pretty and anyway not the point. They just did it to study people. So. That sounds... sort of like that?
"Not really sure how to explain the fact that you're the only person I've seen with multiple arms, though. You know, if we're all from the same place and we're just in different Sims. Or... do you have demon powers?"
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Then he just sort of blankfaces at Iggy as he rambles -- Labyrinth is after his time, but he knows movies. "Sounds dumb as fuck. But maybe you're right. Or it's Purgatory. Is Purgatory real?"
All four of those arms are waved around as Angel laughs, leaning back on one set of elbows and crossing the other set. "Their loss. Makes gangbangs so much easier. Nobody feelin' left out with all these babies. And nah, not unless you count takin' 20 dicks in 20 minutes a power."
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Iggy hums. "I mean... no. Not where I'm from. The Catholics think it is, but... they think lots of weird stuff."
Iggy almost laughs aloud - a little hiccup of sound escapes him before he manages to smother it. "I mean, I do! I don't think I could do over a dozen."
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Then he makes a face, scrunching his nose up. "Are the fuckin' Catholics a thing in your universe too? Those fuckers are everywhere."
Have an affectionate hair-fluff, Iggy. "That's defeatist talk, babycakes, ya talk like that, the terrorists win."
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He giggles silently again. "Yes! Yes, they are. We must be very close in universes."
That very nearly gets him to laugh out loud again. "I'll keep trying! I'll get thete!"