The Stanford Prison Experiment is no more :(
I've tried and I've tried, and the problem is unfixable. Y'see, ever since I patched a while ago the prison household has become kind of inaccessible. Because there were like eleven Sims in a household I had to use a mod to make it work, but having to take out that mod and put it back in again meant the coding to allow more than eight Sims per household was gone for a while, which fucked things up rather.
When I load the game there are no thumbnails at all, meaning I can't control any of the Sims, and when I try to split or evict the household the game shuts down. I thought if I tried it on my new compizzle it might be okay, but now instead of shutting down the game just 'processes' FOREVAR. I don't have a finished copy of the prison saved, so there's no way to fix things (and I'm not about to build it all over again).
Apologies to all. I have other stories you can read if it makes you feel any better :)
Friday, 28 May 2010
FuryRed's Diary: Day One.
At 9.07am the experiment began. It was a simple premise- lock up ten Sims in a specially made prison and watch to see what happens. But of course it's never as easy as that...
After being assigned the position of either prisoner of guard the participants would have to act accordingly, and I would witness as their environment and their roles began to impact their behaviour.
Soon enough the volunteers began to arrive at the facility; each blissfully ignorant as to what they were letting themselves in for.
After a quick briefing on what they were told the aims of the experiment were, the participants were informed of their roles and directed to a room where they could change into their new uniforms.
You could say that's where the trouble began...
Ohmygod Fury I'm going to KILL YOU!
Whaaat? I told you that you'd be getting a nice shiny new uniform to wear...
Yeah, but you neglected to mention that it would involve being DRESSED LIKE A HOOKER!
Oh alright then, I'll change it. Spoilsport...
Ahh, that's much better.
Yeah yeah, if you say so Bitten... *sulks*
No no, this will not do. Where are the polkadots, and why is it so conservative? And flats? FLATS? I'm just lucky I'm so damn hot and I can pull off anything. Nevertheless...
Hi Miss whateveryournameis. Look, this uniform just isn't going to work for me- we need something new. I'm thinking lace, I'm thinking six-inch heels- no one's been laid in nylon since like forever.
Erm, Apple... this is a psychological study, not a fashion show. You've been given a uniform and you'll just have to deal with it. No accessorising okay?
Hey you, don't you know who I am? I'm Apple Rotten, and I demand that my needs are met! I had enough of this crap in my legacy with my creator pushing me around all day.
And another thing, what are you even doing here? You're meant to be the narrator right, so how come I can hear you all the time?
Your fourth wall sucks too doesn't it?
...Don't tell anyone.
10.35am: After everyone was all settled in their new uniforms, the volunteers took time to check out their new home for the next however-long.
The cells were equipt with two beds per room, so the inmates would be sharing. However, as there was an uneven number of prisoners Mort was able to snag himself a room all of his very own, which suited him just fine.
The other inmates were not so lucky as they discovered just who they would be sharing with...
Hang on- you expect me, the mighty Ruby, to share with a meer mortal?
Little Red Riding Hood is going DOWN!
11.57am: After scoping out the bedrooms, the prisoners next headed to the wonderful bathroom I'd created for them.
Oh. My. Gosh.
I'm going to die in here.
Meanwhile, Ruby decided to venture into the kitchen and cook a nutritious-ish meal for everyone.
Whilst waiting for their food, some of the others got to know each other a little better...
Hey baby, I see you checking out the Wolfmeister and I want you to know- I'm down. You just name the place and the time honey and I'm there, with gravy on it.
Ah listen guy, that's real sweet and all, but I just got banged up and I'm really not looking to get, erm, banged up right now...
Maybe we should get to know each other a little better before you go... 'pouring gravy' on anything...
Hey no worries baby, the Wolfman can be patient- he always gets what he wants in the end.
Hello?! Why is this guy getting all the action? When I put myself forward for this I was expecting Simselves galore and instead they're all on the guards side and I'm stuck in here with the crazy one!
LOOK AT ME I'M COOKING!
*grumble* This is not what I signed up for, but hey at least we get free food *nom nom*
Urgh I can't sit down on that bench, it's filthy! And this food looks awful...
I slaved and I slaved over that meal, and for what?
1.02am: Across the compound the guards were also surveying their surroundings, though they had considerably nicer things to look at.
Hehe, he's so hot- go talk to him Esther.
*giggle* No you're the one who likes him, you go talk to him.
I wonder what it would be like to kiss a vampire, his skin must be so cold...
Random you should be ashamed of yourself, perving on a man several hundred years older than you like that.
And get away from the bar! No Dutch courage for you.
Oh fine then, but don't blame me if you end up throwing yourself at him in a liquor-induced haze.
So you know I think it's pretty cool that we're guards cause we now have all this power, and I love power I'm very powerful I can make men do whatever I want just because I'm so powerful and so hot and have awesome pigtails and--
Grr just shut up already, I'm trying to play Halo...
3.42pm: As the guards began to settle in to their new home, Esther was the first to enjoy the luxuries of the incredibly awesome and lavish bathroom.
Ah it's so pretty and shiny isn't it? Not at all like the prisoners bathroom. Speaking of which...
Now, as Mort is such an obvious fanny-magnet I was naturally a bit concerned when it came to the communal showers issue, what with all the pervy pervasons out there in Sim land and all...
And unfortunately it would soon seem that my fears were well-founded...
Barely seconds after Mort had dropped his kecks and started to lather up I noticed a rather disturbing presence...
You. Should. Be. Ashamed.
Fear not for Mort though, cause Bitten and Random were about to get exactly what they deserved...
Oh, you're here already? I guess someone must have written ahead and told you I was going to be here. Well don't worry ladies, you wont have to wait much longer, the good stuff is coming.
Ahmagadahmagadahmagad. Oh I'm scarred for life, I-- Random why are you smiling?
I scratched my eyes out as soon as the pants came off.
5.25pm: Outside the prison some of the inmates were in need of a taste of freedom, and so ventured out into the yard.
Grr GRRRR the Wolfman does not like to be cooped-up, I can't take this much longer I'm going to...!!!
Ah that's better, got to let the Wolfie muscles out in the open where they can be appreciated.
I'll just twist this a little, unscrew this bolt and... heh heh heh.
Oh Wolfie, Wolfie dear- could I have a word with you for a minute?
Listen, I'm a guard and you're a prisoner, so you pretty much have to do exactly what I say.
I have a job for you to do.
Sure thing baby, you know the Wolfman's always got time for you. Now, just what sort of fun task do you have in mind...?
Hmph, no one said anything about menial labour, and why do I have to do this in my underwear?
Look Esther, I know you're feeling the Wolfmeister- I know you think I'm foxy, I know you want me to butter your muffin, so let's just stop with the games huh?
Wolfie, darling- I never play games. Well, not unless I'm sure I can win.
Well in that case how would you like to play a game called balls on ch--
NO WOLFIE! This is not THAT type of prison story...
My god you guys, you're meant to be enemies! Sheesh.
8.59pm: As time went on the guards and prisoners continued to have difficulty fitting into their roles successfully.
Well, some of them had the right idea...
Yeah you clean that toilet, you clean it bitch! I want to see my face shining in that by morning.
Bahaha, I'm the greatest most powerful most awesome Sim in the history of the worlddddddddddd!
Ahem, excuse me Apple- but I believe you're mistaken. I think you'll find I have all the power here, so you might want to stop picking on Mort before I do something you'll regret.
Oh you, you... commoner! What are you gonna do to stop me eh?
I have three words for you my friend.
Dexter. The. Bear.
Oh yes, I've still got it.
11.13pm: After a long hard first day in the prison, and presumably too scared to venture outside her room, Apple settled down for a good night's rest.
Before long the other guards followed suit.
Over on the prisoners side of things, Zeus and Wolfie squared up to each other as they contemplated their own individual signature, erm, hotness.
Meanwhile, Mort was already sound asleep.
Ohmygod Random, you creeper!
Scary thing is, this was all on freewill.
Over at the girls' room...
Oh oh I don't like this, I need to use the bathroom...
There's a toilet right there- just go.
But but I can't! It's disgustingly filthy, and you're watching me- it's too weird.
I'll turn the other way okay, just go to the toilet.
Ohhh but I'm tireeeeddd! I'm too sleepy to pee and I need the toilet too much to sleep!
Oh for Dexter's sake... Just go to the toilet already, go to the toilet, GO TO THE TOILET.
Oh oh... Can't hold it any longer I--
Oh yeah, that's much less embarrassing that using a dirty toilet in front of someone isn't it? *snicker*
Little Red? Red...?
Equivalent on the storyboard here for you to rec if you're feeling naice.