Hey there Friend! You know why I'm here, so we can keep talking about Drones, since we love them so much, and I hope we keep talking about them. I hope you are having a nice day. The fabulous Booru: https://dronebooru.co The wheel of the so, so, so many amazing OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/8hc-stc The last Thread: >>116255
>N does his best to fit in with drone society >he realizes that he needs a last name >looking to his one and only worker drone friend, Uzi Doorman, he comes up with his own >you may now refer to him as N Murderman
Tying Elf down on a table Covering my hands in massage oil and absolutely going to town on her ears Running my fingers back and forth from the base to the tips Pinching them lightly Making sure every single inch of them gets thoroughly massaged with oil Going even faster as she tries to hold back her voice, forcing her to cry out in pleasure Increasing the pressure of my massages when she tries to turn invisible until she flickers back into view Continuing this for multiple hours straight until she's nothing but a drooling panting mess Recording the entire thing and using it as blackmail so that I can continue to do it again and again
>>117300 But at the same time that haunting ass Sentinel soundtrack in the back, need Glitchiggers to release the original files Imagine the possible existence of cut scenes Or scrapped, znused voicelines
>>117294 Dont have a name for eather the mech nor the pilot yet, names for me just kinda happen for me eventualy. As for naming the classification of the mech themselves, tempted to just call them 'Cavalry-class' Sentinels.
>>117251 >be you, preparing dinner >Alice steps back inside after chopping some logs >she sets them into the fireplace and walks into the kitchen pulling off her jacket >steam pours off of her, she really worked up a sweat >you can smell her musk even before she pulls you down into a kiss >up close it's intoxicating. the scents of sweat, smoke, whiskey, and wood mingle together to into an aroma that wreaths itself around your brain and makes you feel like you might just melt >you take dinner off the burner as Alice starts using her long, dextrous tongue >after what feels like hours, she pulls back, leaving you gasping for breath, desperate for more >"dinner'll hafta wait sugar, all'a this hard work's got muh oll pumpin somethin' fierce" >she shoots you a lascivious grin >"put a cover over thayt fer now, you n' me are gonna go break us another bed"
>>117312 I dunno man, the only way to check is to "accidentally" mention where you'll be tonight, alone, and see if anyone shows up (wink wink nudge nudge)
A couple hundred threads ago or so someone posted the link to a book that was a guide to writing properly, and I completely forgot to grab it. Anyone know what that book was? I don't want to try and trawl through that many threads, so I'll just hope the anon who posted it is still around and remembers.
>>117309 >Beds are broken very regularly in your household >Beau has become a trained pro at building IKEA beds >He can fully assemble a new one in under five minutes >That doesn't change how judgmentally he stares at you and Alice as he does it, though
>>117319 >>117321 >Abby attacks! >You have to stop her, but how? >You begin quoting Monty Python and the Holy Grail >It seems to work, except now she's insisting on binging every piece of media with John Cleese in it
Real talk, how do we go about making Dred'fal a non-funpost character? I don't want to forget doing it, but in the event I do, I want to hear some of your suggestions
>>117309 Hohoho oh boy that's nICE hnn That smell that imagery holy oooooh man Am feelin with Alice in my mind I'm luckier than anything irl could realistically make me this gotta be peak What can beat THAT?
>>117320 >hot, heavy, passionate lovemaking with Alice, she's riding you like a jackhammer >whole room is steamy, smells of sweat and lubricant, sounds of metal slapping hard and desperate against flesh >you're both completely lost in each other and the moment, loudly moaning each other's names, embracing and kissing between pants and groans >can literally feel the bed below you splintering in real time >you both come at the same time, and you nut so hard you see fucking stars >Alice's entire chassis trembles as she arches her back and screams in pure unfiltered primal ecstasy, drowned completely in the throes of her climax >holding her tight in the ruins of your bed, softly rubbing her back in circles, comforting her as she recovers from such an intense orgasm, she's still completely out of it and mindlessly mumbling a bunch of incomprehensible sappy southern words of what you assume must be affection >and then, looking behind her, you see him standing there in the doorway >just fucking standing there >motionless >with this face boring into your very soul >knowing what you've done
>>117342 >You promise Beau that you'll get him something from the food court next time you all go to IKEA to buy five- no, ten- maybe fifteen more bed kits >His expression goes from terrifyingly flat to irritated >.... right, he doesn't have a mouth... so he can't eat food...
>>117336 Alternatively, I dunno. Make it so rather than "generic alien overlord", Dred'fal is leading a Solver Subjugation force with the goal of shoving it back in the void it came from. Which means banishing all the main characters to the void, where they'll drown in darkness for eternity. This also explains why he's not just popped by Uzi, he and all his forces have taken precautions.
In the moment when N decapitated Tessa; Did he realize that it was a trick from the Solver based on her suspicious behavior, or did he just stopped caring about Tessa in that moment in favor of Uzi?
>>117345 I'd get Beau a bunch of model kits designed for building a scale Western town, including townsfolk, bandits and lawmen. He could make bank robberies, duels at sundown, whatever little dioramas he wants.
What do you mean they don't sell model kits at IKEA?
>>117349 He might've not known exactly what the fuck was up with her, but I think in that moment he knew just instinctively that whatever this thing was, it was definitely not Tessa - at least not the one he knew.
>>117348 Beau with a voice would be uncanny >You and Alice going at it again >Her fingers are digging into your back as she nibbles at your neck >Her whispers of "yes" are getting louder and louder, more and more passionate, to the point you feel- >The sound of a revolver cylinder spinning, clicking, interrupts your "activity" >A deep, drawling voice comes from out of sight >"I have a very strict gun control policy: if there's a gun around, I want to be in control of it." >Beau sidles into view, blindfolded so as not to compromise Alice's deceny >He's holding a sixshooter loaded with rubber rounds >He points it at you Beau... uh, I know that Alice and I have... uh... let's be reasonable, hey? >"I tried being reasonable, but I didn't like it." >With that he unloads every round in the weapon into your balls
>>117351 Oh yes Wgmhen bein with Alice and the Beau in such a scenario there'd surely be some of those old fruitboxes there too, from farm marksts or however its called, sandpaper saw and cutterknife and he can build a western town, also some wire, paint and figures! Maybe need to give him a second hand for that tho.
>>117351 Speaking of modelkits, any consideration of what his fav aircraft/ship/tank or car would be? Think Alice had favs too? Surely but I feel as if when I try I'd just insert my tastes instead of actual fits. Need to draw Alice with a P-61... fits her in many ways
>>117361 >Beau pouts in his timeout cage after a VERY long and severe scolding from Alice >turns out getting shot pointblank in the balls with rubber bullets still basically feels like being shot in the balls with actual bullets >it's gonna be quite a while before this cast can come off, which sadly means no "rodeos" with your beloved drone belle until then either >getting doted on and carried around bridal style (as she keeps insistently doing) by Alice while you recover, though? >still pretty great
>>117377 Being doted on by our favorite southern gal would be a dream come true And maybe timeout wouldn't be so bad if it's dressed up to look like Beau's in the old town jail, complete with a poster saying "WANTED, DEAD OR ALIVE (Alive preferably): FOR SHOOTING ANON IN THE BALLS"
I need hear Alice's talking and feel her not in the bing bang way no, there is other stuff too, even more alluring, like with her knife on Ugi's neck, or her entire mannerism during and before the fingercut scene😍 that off socially inept unchecked behaviour is soooo adorable and attractive, Her hiding or just suddenly jumping you outta nowhere Alice scaring you good in the dark Or havin the lights off and her suddenly gone, you look for her and she grabs and bitey you Or some other looney cutie moment, Alice suddenly yapping in another language, be it German or Russian, French or Italian, maybe Japanese even woooow! No need to understand, but I made one AI Alice speak like that and she delivered the nost accurate heavenly sounding whatever That is so fucking amazing
>>117390 >Beau changes his voice again after hearing 48 straight hours of Anon and Alice screwing and saying some of the most degenerate things imaginable >He's finally had it >Hatred intro >He's just going to end up in timeout again, which is probably for the best when he finds out he'll have another sibling soon
>>117389 >>117013 >>Nobody really noticed when she went missing God Abby is such a sad OC >Raised in the ranks only to be placed in the worst war imaginable in a squad led by someone more focused on keeping everyone from killing themselves and naive good will then winning >Zero respect, No friends (outside of Pity of B and J), no one listens to her >One times she tries to show off, she gets her own squad killed and she gets an awful infection, loses control of her eye >Dies alone, betrayed, and mercilessly gunned down by Jane >Turns into an awful agonizing creature fueled only by hatred and pain, wants desperately to get revenge and end its own suffering >Cant and will never accomplish goal
>>117392 Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Yes please, imagine her straight uo jumping you hidden up somewhere... Or innawoods at night, of course in snowy leafless winter Imagine her turning the visor off for that so she's lower vis, till she's in place, these eyes suddenly popping up either directly ahead 'fnaf-style' or above somewhere
>>117264 You don't think straight when you're young-ish parents dealing with the fact that your younger daughter had to be shanghaied to a nitwit farm because she wouldn't stop trying to tear herself open and screaming schizo shit as she does. At least Colt turned out completely normal, unlike his older siblings. Or his future little sister.
Imagine if the Solver never happened and Tessa manages to keep N,J and V up until her adult hood. And they slowly watch as she gets older and older, more tired and gray, while they are still working due to being robotic.
>>117347 I like this idea >Dred'fal comes from an alien civilization that is familiar in dealing with Supernatural Stuff (or even actual Solver Stuff) >He is the commander of a sizeable Solver Subjugation force tasked with clearing out the galaxy-sized "quarantine zone" that is Solver-infected space >Because enforcement of the "quarantine" is indiscriminate Dred'fal & his forces are basically trapped inside until/unless they complete their mission
All the Alicegreens this day are based, writeanons be blessed you are doing the lords work Will be able to drawong overdue Alice things tomorrow again till then. Besides cozy, cute and saucy Alice things I've been thinking a ton about alternate episode 6 variants, and I made an incredible discovery few days ago regarding Alice that could be used for an ultimate asspull to bring her back without intricate background lore cause I did stuff to the brightness and contrast of Alice's last time onscreen (14:10-14:20 or so) and she literally had her full head there again. All blacked out, no hat or discernible antlers, but it is there
>>117433 My original feelings towards Alice were basically just "huh, cool villain of the week" and nothing more, but these threads have slowly but surely converted me. I'm a true blue Alicefag now.
>>117435 Too late for me.😔. I regret. Tho, we need decent humanisations of the drones. Human Alice here is great, simple art but I was totally in love with that when I found it, not just cause it's Alice but cause it's pretty much 100% what I always liked faceways anyways, felt like divine approval. Sounds yappy but the few lines in that art made it fit exactly, the eyes the nose the smile and chin I need to draw that myself but stylization on human face is hard. And Alice absolutely needs either a bunch of oil or blood on her upper face, like tge left pic
>>117438 Australia in the third millennium mandates by law that all able-bodied citizens must have their pubic hair shaved into the shape of the continent by drones
>>117396 I should frame this >>117437 Great to hear! I myself, I must shamefuly admit, didn't fall totally for her second I caught a glimpse of her,( tho I remember liking her much just for looks already and I figured based on what I heard in the threads that this is Alice (which sadly is one of the only things I remember from my original episode6 watch) even without subtitles or namedrop, am proud of that still), instead my inquiry into the Alice data collection memes made someone reply with collection images 2&3 of Emilyanons original Alicegreen, read them October 1st 2023 from 2AM-3:20 AM and I was IMMERESED and invested immediately? All along I had the bad luck of my favourites never getting away ever, I still remember the feeling when realization set in that Alice is not going to die in that green despite acting as villain, that was some long old thing I wished for since forever and that green fulfilled it that night. Since then I had no 15 mins without thinking of her. Md or threads, sure, but Alice is everywhere I go. Really glad to hear you like her because of the threads, I like to think I did some of the things that made you like her, thanks
>>117440 No, it wouldn't. Harper isn't like that. See, Harper doesn't blindly defend humanity, she operates on what she thinks is the right thing to do in a situation. She's actually spared DDs before and it actually played out for the better all things considered.
>>116868 >Artists: start designing vehicles for their OC to use for traveling between locations and other vehicle based toomfoolery. >Sentinel Drones, Detecting a high speed objects of great mass and immediately deeming it a solver threat:
how hard would you have to punch N to actually hurt him? say you had a fist made of steel and it wouldn’t hurt YOU. where on his body should you punch him to actually hurt him?
>>117481 Do they have to be adults right now or is post-timeskip acceptable? Because if the latter, Lizzy and Doll would be a great team. Ghost Cop will become a smash success, with at least five seasons, and a made for TV finale movie. It will play in the Peoria system.
>>117383 Is the Abby voice clip her last thoughts before taking the Cyn deal? Ironic for her not wanting to die, and then put into a state worse then death whose only motivating force is to die.
My intrigue around the Solver War has been completely reignited by a manga (Front Mission) and may write greens revolving around similar scenarios soon
Beach Day "Well, Juno, we're going to Heritage." >"Don't wanna." >"It has nice beaches?" >"..." >"Alright." >If only to get her tan on before the advent of the Summer season. >Heritage, as it was known, was among the oldest colonies of humanity, unusually important for its 120 light year distance from Earth, in a time before modern FTL travel. >It was near the head of a wormhole network, spanning hundreds of thousands of light-years across. And now, word had gotten out that something had come crawling out of the wreckage of Earth. >Something had finally come knocking from the other side. Heritage was to be held. >But more importantly, it was a tropical, equatorial paradise, with incredible beaches. >A planet every girl in her youth needed to visit, if to enjoy the healing nature. >... >"Did you hear they're withdrawing Sentinel Drones from the line? Guess too many of them went rogue for the brass." Jane said. >"Hm. Didn't even last two years, who would've known?" >"Yeah." >Bonnie and Juno sat about the mountain of rounds within the arms room. 5.56, 7.62. Railgun slugs. 84mm Carl G warheads. Javelin missiles. It was everything their unit, the 11th Orbital Marine Recon Company, could've ever needed to wipe out the insurgencies of old. >That was back in the days when they were fighting humans over who got to believe what and which economic ideology took precedence over the other. Oh well. >"So, B, when are we going to the beach? I'm starting to get pale, I don't like it." >"You're telling me, huh? Look at me, and look at you. I wish I had your healthy Venusian skin. I couldn't tan if I wanted, anyways." >"I still wouldn't want spend my life shriveling up in the dark, you know. Look at the cadet, for fucks sake," Juno said. >"The new XO...doesn't look like she spent much time outside growing up." Juno continued. >"There are alot more cold colonies then there are hot ones, you know? Maybe she gets as much time outside as you do." Bonnie said. >"If that were the case, then she'd have made some friends by now. It's been three weeks...I think she's a...loser." >"That isn't nice, Juno. You were one of those bookworms once, too." >The sergeant kicked back on the chair, taking a sip out of a white Monster. >"You forget I ran track and wrestled...shit, remember high school, B? I went state in senior year, what were you doing in back then, again?" >"I was apart of the Debate Club and the Treasurer of the Student Council...you forget that I was one of those 'losers' you made fun of, meanie." >"...But I do remember going to see you compete at state...I have no idea what I was doing there, I guess we were representing the school or whatever. I think you were competing against that Bishop Gorman girl." >Juno paused to look at Bonnie with surprise, and then amusement. >"Shoot, B, I didn't know you were there. I probably would've fought harder if I knew you were there." >"You did win, Juno. You crushed it. You put that girl in the ground. Shoot, all I can remember is seeing you celebrate, with that smile on your face, and having my heart skip a beat. I could never forget it..." >"...And I was the happy when we finally got to know eachother. I never knew my emotions before this." >"...Hm. Is that how it is, yeah?" >"Yeah, I know, Jun," Bonnie began. >"...It's kind of chil-" >Juno quickly stood up, and leaned her body against Bonnie, surprising her. Juno put her head against her back, feeling her warmth. >It was a display of affection which she could've cared less if it were seen by another. >But it was only them. >If only it could be them. >After a moment, Juno spoke again, breaking the silent embrace. "...B." >"Huh?" >"...Bonnie." >"Y-yeah?" >"Do you think we would've dated if we knew eachother back then?" >"Don't be silly...I don't think we would've even been friends..." Bonnie said, bluntly. >"D-damn," >"...and we still can't be together now, it's against the regs on chain of command, of course. Now...please stop touching me, Sergeant." >"..." >"Juno?" She turned to look at Jane, briefly worried, only to see her companion grinning. >"H-Heh, alright. Alright, Ma'am. Anything for you." >Bonnie scoffed, and then she smiled. They both began to giggle. >"It's my job as your closest NCO to advise and guide you, you know. It's in the books, B!" >"Heh, that's not your role. You got a few years before you start bossing around any Captains, missy." >"Maybe in public, but in bed-" >"That's enough out of you, Sergeant Lumano. Now get out of here, you're distracting me from my work." >"Alright, alright. I'll leave, maybe I'll just abandon you forever, how about that?" Juno said. >"Then I'll haunt you forever, the craziest ex you'll have ever known. Because I love you." Bonnie replied. >"Is that so, huh? If you love me so much, you'll schedule a company r&r day at the beach, right? You'd do that for me, right? WE'RE ON HERITAGE, Y'KNOW?!" >"G-Get the fuck out of here. I don't want to hear shit out of your for the next hour!" >"Even if-" >Juno paused, and closed her eyes to think briefly. >"Alright. I'll go, I'll go. Yeah." >Juno turned to walk away, but was stopped by a sudden feeling of longing. >Of such strength. >Of such love. >"See you soon, J," Bonnie said, quietly. >"..." >"I'll see you around, B." >They would be together again. >If only for love.
>>117518 >meanwhile Abby, back at base, alone, only a book and desk lamp to keep her company >she’s painting another figurine in secret, making no one can see her nerdy guilty pleasure when suddenly >a shock, a shiver down her spine >she shoots up, darting her eyes around >again, another shiver >it’s unbearable these shakes, she falls to the ground panting >there’s only one thing that could cause this >*rule infringements* >dirty dirty rule breaking >and she knows exactly *who* and *what* >those disgusting pervs… they should be shooting disgusting mutants and abominations not… ewwww >Abby collected herself and threw another dart at a picture of Jane on her wall before grabbing a piece of paper no one will read and writing a detailed report of “Suspected rule infringement” >that’ll show em
>>117498 >senti-elf Plush >"always Naked? Why?" >'Lets find out.' You hear a voice come from the plush. >by the time you turn back to look at it, its already gone. >a few seconds later, the lights flicker, then shut off entirely. >... >Spend the next few minutes being pelted by soft objects and nerfdarts in the dark as you search for the breaker switch.
>>117498 >"Uh... Mr. MG?" >"What's up, kiddo? Some product catch your eye? I hope so, because if P's screwed something up again..." >"No, it's just... these plushies. Why is this one sold... naked? Isn't that a bit... lewd?" >"Beretta, I just stock and sell the things. The manufacturer decides the design." >"Have you ever tried contacting the manufacturer, though?" >"... you're a good kid, so I'm going to be completely honest with you - I have no idea who makes these things." >"And yet you decide to put them in your store." >"They show up for free. I'm willing to chance buyer safety on free stuff. And before you ask, no, I'm not giving you a discount on new arrivals." >"Hats are sold separately too, I guess?" >"You know me so well."
>>117544 It depends on your tax bracket, if you're making more than 90k a year I'd definitely do it Or maybe just do it in general, she's got your Social number and might be inclined to share it if you don't date her
is a sentinel drone capable of going AWOL and deserting, or do they have fail-safes that prevent that? if they don't, what happens to them after they desert?
>>117549 Their oppressive programming can fail once their personality matrix degenerates enough, so yes. Then they'll end up killed, either by actually dying or getting their mind wiped completely back to zero, which is essentially just death for them while recycling the body.
I'm kinda surprised that there aren't more fanmade drone types around here. Sentinel Drones are the only one that's widely adopted, I would've figured there'd be a lot more variations like heavier construction drones or SWAT drones or something.
>>117566 There's a lot of different ways the degeneration can happen, with varying degrees of severity. If she manages to remember her past life without suffering full psychosis then yeah.
>>117567 The problem is there are only so many things you can change about a drone's design while still retaining enough critical elements of the original that it clearly still fits Would it still be a drone if it looked like Robocain from Robocop? Or an omnidroid or something? Maybe, but it'd lose some of the similarity
>>117567 One of the main reasons is that sentinel drones are simply the most popular. So instead of getting stuff like mech drones, riot drones, capture drones, etc... Is that you will instead get, sentinel mech drones, sentinel riot drones, sentinel captures drones No hating or anything, just saying that they're obviously the most popular so everyone likes to use them
>>117549 >Is a Sentinel Drone capable of going AWOL? Yes. >Do they have failsafes? Yes, the failsafe spikes on a normal drone core are replaced in a Sentinel with pseudo-atomic shaped charges, when lit they "burn" explosively, vaporizing the Sentinel and also releasing enough star-like radiation to dissipate the Solver singularity immediately. The primary purpose of this system is to prevent the Solver from being able to capture and repurpose them, it can be activated by the Drone themselves under certain circumstances, or by a human operator, due to the destructive potential of the charges it was deemed too risky to make it an automatic system. AWOL Sentinels would be marked for recollection if possible, an elite human operative and robotic assistants would be dispatched to either capture the rogue Sentinel or get close enough to activate their failsafe self destruct if they prove too difficult to catch. This happens only rarely, if a Sentinel is deemed to have some significantly greater than normal value, or has logged data that is deemed too sensitive for the Solver to capture. >>117566 They could be cut off from friendly forces by some unforseen event, like being knocked offline and left behind. They often operate separated from direct commanders and are left to interpret their orders as they see fit, so one could go off-mission due to her own personal interpretation of a command.
>>117566 >>117568 > sentinel drone showing characteristic 'about to fucking snap syndrome' symptoms > everyone nearby panics > it just goes "i don't wanna do this anymore" and fucks off
>>117578 Loose wires, like the loops of cable the Raptors have running along their spines. I wanted to bring that characteristic back since I felt like my Sentinels were getting a bit too clean. I also plan to give the gargoyle strobe crown the little camera aperture look that the raptor's eyes have next time I draw an SD.
>>117587 >posts about what MG would the female drone OCs be >E is greedy for bananas >S is greedy for crackers >R is greedy for outfits (and rear port stuff) >Q is greedy for questions she can ask >Y is greedy for miniatures >G is greedy for simps >K is greedy for good nights of sleep
>>117566 Currently writing lore for the sentinel mechs thats something like that: The first prototype mechs where built smaller (only like 10ft tall compared to the currentheight of 18ft), without room for a pilot, this was changed when a few of the prototypes went insane, blew up the testing facility, and freed a bunch of the other prototype mechs in the process. The ones that went insane where dealt with eventually, but serveral of the less insane ones are still running around somewhere. The pilot system was added as a safeguard to prevent such events from happening again. (Gona be showcasing one of these proto-mechs when i do my mech lore dump)
>>117582 Everyone knows that it is men who are sexually assaulted by sentinel drones, so of which a team of psychologists is present at every sentinel drones base to help men.
>>117610 SD-Elf; specifically trying out the much debated Elf romance arc I had seen in a bunch of past threads Though I do also have a couple ideas for WD-Elf side stories for the future
>>117599 >Anon doesn't push Elf to do any domestic tasks or anything because she's people, not a drone >He sucks at said domestic tasks >Elf starts secretly cleaning the house for him until she's caught one day
>>117612 Should have specified that the story is about SentinElf. Though this is a good idea for a worker Elf romance story
Maybe Anon is a JCJ employee who gets to spin the JCJ wagie reward wheel for being ranked best employee by the customer surveys. When he spins the wheel it lands on "Free worker drone", and they just grab the nearest drone; which ends up being Elf; and give it to him
>Your Enn is the fattest fluffy bastard around >Just to get around, he has to sit in a mechanical scooter simple enough for Enns to operate >But you love him despite his obesity >You love him enough to do whatever it takes to make him happy >So when he told you he wanted to have sex with a pretty Oogi, you knew what you had to do >You went to the region's best Oogi breeding service, and adopted the prettiest red Oogi >She cost well over a thousand dollars, but anything is worth it for your fat enn. >When you get home, you let the oogi out and show her your fat enn. >He's laying in a large pile of spaghetti, panting and wheezing heavily. >He lets out an awful fart. >"Nuu wan' be fwiends." The oogi tells you. "Good. Because the two of you aren't going to be friends. You're going to be husband and wife." >"NUUUUUU!" The oogi screams >But it's too late for her "Time for special huggies!" >Your enn somehow manages to get up and lean his back against the wall. >His fat erect enn tail is showing >"Wan gif specha huggies." He moans >You pick up the oogi, who is crying. >Walking over to your enn, you place the oogi on him, penetrating her with his tail >Suddenly, she starts melting >As she melts your enn grows bigger >Soon, she's completely gone, and your enn is bigger than before. >"Specha huggies feew gud." "They sure do, little buddy, they sure do."
>>117614 Wagie wheel rewards for humans >Double length lunch break (30 whole minutes! Wowee!) >$5 in-store credit (expires next week) >High-five from the manager! >Take a Saturday of your choice off! (subject to terms and limitations) >Free worker drone! >An additional bathroom break each day for the rest of the week (limited to 15 minutes - yes, we will send Ricky in to do a 'sniff test' and make sure you're not screwing around) >Item of your choice from the break room fridge! >Pack of branded pens Drone wagie wheel rewards >Just kidding, we own you!
>>117616 >You spin the wheel >It lands on free drone >The store manager congratulates you and tells you to pick one of the workplace drones >You look at them >They look back at you with fear in their eyes >Being owned by the company is bad enough >Being owned by a human is an extremely uncertain fate >You feel hurt, and not just because you feel rejected >These drones know you. They smile at you every day >And now that they may have to spend more time with you, the masks are off >The logical idea would be to pick the most dilligent or dolled up one >The drone who commited the most effort to be useful or charismatic >But as a wagie you hate the idea of effort and excellence being punished and you want to have no part in it >You decline your reward, saying some crap about how you were just doing your job >The drones are relieved >You return home with a bottle of liquor and sit in the dark >You cry quietly because even the people you thought were your friends don't like you
>>117619 That hits surprisingly hard. I guess it's pretty easy to forget that once you get past the surface level of human-drone relationships, stuff can be really fucked up depending on who has power over them since they are still technically 'things' (looking at Henry and Holly as cardinal examples)
>"Yo, intern, check this out." >Mitchell sees one of the lab technicians holding a controller up to a drone, who sat cross-legged, dutifully still >The tech beckons him over to look at its visor, where an archaic block-stacking game was being played >"I got it to run Tetris." >It was a slow day. >Mitchell watches the tech play the lousiest game of Tetris he's ever seen a grown man play >"Can they play it themselves?" he asks >"'Ken dey pway it dems'- Who cares? Drones don't have fun." >Mitchell assumed they could, given that they showed so many other emotions, but he was an intern and thus had no voice here >"They could probably play it if they really wanted," the tech relents, "but why?" >Mitchell shrugs and asks for a copy, he's got nothing better to do >"What? Yeah, sure," the technician says, handing him a USB
>Not long after, Mitchell's tasked with putting a thoroughly-tested drone back in its storage unit (stuffing a battered drone into its locker) >He stops for a moment, looking at her hollow red eyes as he starts chaining her back up >Taking the USB out, he plugs it into her, installing the game >"That's, uh, so you have something to do while you wait?" he says >The drone stares blankly at him, then the game starts up >As he puts on the last lock, he notices a small smile on her face
>solver war AU >humanity's most fortified foothold >several repeated attempts from DD's at breaching its defenses have failed >Cyn decides its time for her pets to get an "upgrade"
>>117635 god bless Mitchell, he was a bit of a fuckup but he was quick enough to notice something was wrong and hide Yeva. that move held back the solver's advance by at least a few years. I hope there was something nice waiting for him on the other side.
>>117642 >not that popular or important Anon there are almost 100 Elf posts on the booru and practically every regular drawfag has contributed to that number at this point
>>117643 >Mitchell died as the core collapsed >However, instead of reaching the afterlife or plummeting into the depths of cold nothingness, something else happened >He was isekai'd >Or so he thought, at first >But he quickly realized, instead of arriving in a generic fantasy world, he found himself somewhere else >He woke up with a missing arm and a missing leg >He tried to speak, but no words escaped his mouth >A familiar looking woman with short purple hair approached him >"Hello Mitchell."
>After issues with the drone population, Uzi starts Murder Drones Anonymous, for disassembly drones to sit around in a circle and vent for free oil cans >E goes to one of these meetings, listening to the woes of other drones >This poor girl, Gamma, apparently was gaslit via holograms into thinking she had a human lover who abandoned her for the next drone he saw, and then believed she was a plush on his shelf? >A lot of drones had more problems than her, it was clear >E tells the story of her boss, the human that was taken away from her, and how the Solver repeatedly tricked her with promises of returning him, killing him, sparing him... >Uzi's tail whispers to her as she speaks, but soon enough she's handed her free oil can >As she goes to leave, Uzi stops her >"Hey, someone told me to give this to you," she says, writing a set of spatial coordinates on a piece of paper >With nothing else to do, E follows the coordinates, thanks in part to a free and fully-functioning rocket she found >Docking with a shoddy, half-destroyed space station, she travels the halls until she finds a cryogenic pod >It's him. Frozen in there, after all this time. Just like the day she first lost him. >She reverently carries the pod to the rocket and heads back to the planet, finding a safe, non-toxic place to unseal him >Coughing out the years of suspended animation, he weakly drags himself out of the pod, looking at her >"E?" >"B-boss..." >"...when'd you get so tall?" >E held him as tightly as she could without hurting him for the next few hours, digital tears streaming down her visor >Meanwhile, J levels several abandoned buildings in her fury at having her ship stolen from her, and returned with one engine blown out
Guys, my worker drone thinks she is Napoleon, even when I tell her multiple times Napoleon was a man, she tells me "Fuck off Frenchie" and when I told her that Napoleon was French, she just told me "Bri'ish retard" and she does not stop telling me that, along with "I will dominate you Bri'ish fuck" how do I fix her?
>>117656 Just make sure she's actually into it before you do that unless you want a free circumcision. There should be a light on her crotch that lights up if she's in the mood.
So what do you think the Solver did to DDs who started playing Hellsing Ultimate - Broken English on the approach to a planet, or started playing Hellsing OVA - Akuma Stocking once the slaughter began? Did they fall afoul of Vore Demon GLaDOS and get mindwiped for it, or does Hellsing appeal to its interests?
>>117667 Gamma was a DD (You) loved dearly, but got thrown away so (You) could go fuck Beretta for the next greentext. All the forgotten OCs get put on Beretta's plush shelf so she sat there watching it happen.
13 threads later, I'm still thinking about how I kind of want a mini-fridge drone so she can sit on my lap while I gently rub the stomach bulge she has from the bottle of Dr. Pepper stuffed up her rear port. I am not sorry. I will be destroyed.
I can't believe stores are selling toys packaged in toilet bowls and kids want to buy them. The progs and the management laid such waste to entairtainment that Skibidi Toilet and TADC became massive hits. I wish Glitch would give me a show. Not that I have the writing chops for it, but then again neither did Liam. There are nearly no shows for boys anymore and I would like to address that.
>>117672 It was written during that deluge of "Anon is a cruel God" greentexts so kind of. I just imagine it being the Solver reading a fucked up NTR doujin and going "what if I did this to some stupid DD?". Because it's evil.
>>117677 Skibidi Toilet appeals to every kid's desire to watch giant robots beat the shit out of each other for flimsily justified reasons while 80s music plays, you have to give it credit for that. We absolutely need more "wouldn't it be cool if" action shows.
>>117673 unfortunately yes, yes I did. I know nobody's going to believe me, but I didn't buy her for sex reasons, and she actually was struggling to fit drinks, not my dick. I would've settled for just having a cute little drone around the house but she was bummed she couldn't fulfill her intended purpose. so I lubed up my forefinger and we worked up from there until she could squeeze in a two liter without hurting herself. problem is I think she was either lying or that awoke something in her cause shortly after she started trying to fit bigger and bigger objects and she's roped me into helping. she can fit a full-size watermelon up there now and I dread to think what her next goal might be.
>>117679 We've done variants of that, I think the only way to go deeper would be trying to build out MetAnon as a character - but that kind of sucks because ultimately Anon is more of a noncharacter who can take on the qualities you want him to I'd almost be more interested in whether BatAnon, RootsAnon, and that handful of other scaries from early this year were dysfunctional projections that rebelled against their greater self
>>117681 There's only one way to stop the madness. You know what you must do. Use her front port. In the way that God and man alike intended it to be used, so she finally stops fiddling around with her rear.
>>117684 anon she's a refrigeration drone, she doesn't come standard with a front port. hell, I don't think they even make anatomy adapters in her size
>>117681 Just to be safe, you should probably make sure that model doesn't have a cryogenic suspension function and check its maximum volume. I mean, no way that's going to be a feature, but just be sure. And tell me so I can cancel my purchase if it is, I don't fuck with that.
>>117688 >cryogenic suspension function why would you put that thought into my head there's no way she's got that, right? ...right? how would I even check for that? I don't think she'd go that far WAIT FUCJ IS SHE LIKE THAT ONE SNAKE THAT WAS SIZING UP ITS OWNER AM I THE OWNER GUYS HELP
>>117689 You said you could read labels through her big squishy tail, so maybe? Again, I'd check the store page, or "enthusiast" forums talking about that model. Try not to die. Or I guess get frozen for a while, actually.
>>117680 Absolutely. Kids can't get this from the industry nowadays, so Skibidi Toilet became a success. And part of MD's appeal was the action. Especially for kids, who don't care about sex appeal and emotions as much. Transformers used to offer them that until it too became an "action comedy".
>>117683 Hell if I know. Maybe Valve is chill and getting something out of this or the toys are distinct enough from the assets.
>>117600 This is an exceedingly hot scenario to imagine. In this case, is it doggy style, with Anon using Elf's ears as handlebars? Or is he holding her up, pressing her up against his body with his head directly behind hers, so he can bite and lick at her ears while fucking her from behind. Or would her face be down, shoved into a pillow that she's holding on to for dear life, too embarrassed to show her face, while Anon plays with her ears from behind?
>>117697 >be anon >on a date with Belladonna, the IRS drone >the two of you are shooting at the department range >all the targets look like MG, the galaxy's most-notorious, serial tax evader >have a good time shooting with IRS gf >Belladonna keeps bending over to pick up spent brass (government property) and exposing her fat backside to you
>>117700 No. They can probably walk just fine, after all they'd have no memory of having any other legs that weren't like that. They got lobomotized, remember how feral they were in the Earth Invasion scene?
>>117691 Yeah you probably bought an anal vore drone. That sucks, but at least it cools drinks, and it's not meant for destroying them, so you'll live.
>Ivy walks over to your desk with a small stack of paperwork >asks if you mind her using the desk to quickly fill out some forms >you tell her to go ahead >she slaps the first one down and starts scribbling in information at a blinding speed, sets the completed form to one side, and slaps down another >every one seems to be an HoDR incident report >sexual harassment claims, specifically >wow, she's writing a lot on that one >looking a little closer, she's... writing your name in the "affected party" field >on every single one >but nobody's done anything like that to– >she scoops up the pile of paper, straightens it against the desk with a few taps >saying she'll return shortly, she walks off in the direction of the HoDR department
>>117705 >Sexually assaulting Jax in the walk-in refrigerator on top of a palette of fountain drink syrup and telling him that you'll frame him for stealing from the till if he tries to call HR on you
>>117715 I've been wanting to write a half-green, half-RPG quest thing, where Anon's Cool Guy Time Machine lets him save B (by defending the planet with her until the two of them are the last ones alive and it's actively shattering around them, she'll accept nothing less). I just don't trust myself to write their reunions and reconciliation. My idea's that B is initially hostile and "I don't want to see your face again" to Jane, but once the shock and pain's worn off and she gets some time to rest, she'll apologize for going that far. She'll never fully go "it's okay you abandoned us all, Jane!", but she'll understand that it was never really a choice to begin with, and be happy they're both alive. So, not really a "good" ending, but better than they got. And I just spoiled the whole green so.
>>117723 If you're from one of those states with fucked up drone laws like Texas, then yeah, now N is your girlfriend.
Give him something edible to eat for drones, that way you'll make friends with him and become his boyfriend. And don't lock the windows and doors in the house, former wild N's are always eager to be near their owners. Always. Anywhere. Under any circumstances.
>>117733 He moved in by himself already, he's made a pillow fort so the sun doesn't murder him. >Is he atleast a hot N He looks like he's lived in the garbage for 13 years...no
>Abigail.Simmons(Nicknamed “Abby” by two she considered “Acquaintances” at best), XO ,Executive Officer, of what remains of the UEF at this particular camp, was alone >This wasn’t unusual for her, but the quiet of the war room was noticeable enough even for her >Even this wasn’t entirely unexpected. She was meant to be giving a Lecture today about some strategies she had been workshopping for a suicide mission. It was going to require at least two teams of five men, and some necessary sacrifices, but in her mind had a very high likelihood of success and Civilian rescues. >Abby clicked a pen, over and over again, and stared at a clock, noticing the tic toc as seconds passed into minutes. She timed her pen clicks to the tic toc of the clock to make a depressing harmony of the two. Its 15 minutes since this was supposed to start her long prepared speech. >She sighed and put down her clipboard, and put away the gifts she prepared for anyone that bothered to show up, and exited outside to the courtyard >The men were excited, making a loud scene cheering on a Jeep exiting the camp going into a nearby city. A woman could be seen in the back waving to the men, blowing kisses and such other nonsense. >She didn’t need to ask what was going on, as she already knew the answer, it was the same answer that happened every single time. Bonnie. Miller, and Jane.T.Human have once again, without any clearance, taken a suicide mission on by themselves to the “”benefit”” of the troops. Abby and Bonnie had a very long conversation the day before about how much she WAS NOT going to do that this time. How Abby had a very well prepared strategy already prepared that she was going to help give to the men to boost their morale, that she wasn’t going to recklessly take it all on herself while dragging along her favorite roach to accompany her. Jane was a very low ranking member of the squad on paper, but in reality she was basically second in command, even higher then Abby apparently. >Abby especially did not need to ask the troops what was going on, as she would be met with the same answer as usual. “Nothing, XO, we are just hanging around” or “Nothing to report XO”. While Abby appreciated the formality in their responses, she sometimes wished the troops treated her with the same familiarity they gave to Bonnie and Jane and referred to her with her own name. >Well there was one soldier who treated her with any modicum of respect, she couldn’t remember his name, but she did notice one person was already walking up to her in a friendly manner >”Hello XO! Have you heard the news? Bonnie decided to take one for the team, she took the other one as well. Isn’t that nice of her?” >Abby thought for a second to herself before responding “Sure” and walking away >The best Abby could do in this moment was simply retire back to her quarters, alone, and begin drafting up some paperwork
>>117741 >Abby sighed as she sat back in her chair, she still wore her military uniform even in casual settings, Abby didn’t even know if she had “Casual Wear” >There was this one time Bonnie pushed her into wearing something more “Fun” as she called it during an unregulated party she held for the squad to help the Troops morale after a particularly harsh loss. Abby attended, if only to keep up appearances, but spent most of it by the punch table in a corner drinking what was called “Punch” but in reality was poorly colored water. >Whenever she began to think to herself, she would fiddle with her Purple Heart medal that was always on her uniform, which she earned in a battle right before she turned to more administrative work, and clicked her favorite pen she won in a trivia contest at some convention she barely remembers. >She thought long and hard the more she fiddled with the medal on her shirt while looking at the half written report about another incident about Bonnie’s reckless leadership, and did the unthinkable to her at least, crumbled it up, and threw it in the trash. >She knew no one was going to read it. There had been zero administrative action against Bonnie in quite some time despite countless reports sent about her increasing lack of any real leadership qualities. In fact there's been zero administrative recognition of this camp at all in quite some time, Abby looked at the radio she kept next to her desk and flicked some of the dials and got the expected same glitchy static. >Abby slammed her head against her desk and just laid there and continued thinking. The only successful bit of paperwork she was able to send to HQ was about.. her. Jane was even worse then Bonnie was, and the only reason Abby could think HQ even cared was that Jane already made so many mistakes and missteps as soon as she joined the army that Abby was able to demote Jane to basically Janitorial staff in rank, which of course Jane and Bonnie (and the troops) ignored completely, then HQ stopped responding. >Jane had a paperwork trail stained in blood. She had no decency, no commitments, she was a loose cannon. They were on civilian extraction detail most of the time, but Jane must have interpreted that as “Civilian Execution detail” as that's all she ever would report. Abby knew there was no way the mutation numbers were that high, despite never being in the field, and they had Medbays for this exact reason anyways. Jane was way out of line, and Abby knew it. Even worse, Jane would sometimes try to “talk” to her, which Abby entertained as best she could (mostly because there was no one else), and Jane “feigned” interest in Abby’s work and hobbies that she kept hidden from everyone else. Abby saw right through this, Jane didn’t REALLY care about Abby, she probably only talked to her to get a leg up or perhaps for Abby to be more lenient in her paperwork on Jane. Jane might have slightly less cold to Abby in their few “Hang-Outs” but Abby secretly still took note of Janes actions during them, including unregulated sharing of alcoholic products, drunken on duty and sharing of contraband, and “Improper” behavior that Abby ONLY took part in to sell her “friendship” with Jane. >Even despite Abby’s excellent acting, she could still feel Janes icy walls around her. Abby knew it wasn't just her, it was everyone on camp and they had it worse then even her, except Sergeant Bonnie of course. >”Ohhh the two of them made SUCH a pair” Abby whispered to herself while shaking her hands and rolling her eyes, mockingly. It was very funny and she knew if anyone was there they would think she was silly and cool >They were so close, so reckless, and Abby knew “improper” for military personnel. It was completely against protocol. Abby sometimes spied on the two of them from afar, hiding in trashcans and anywhere else to stay away from vision of the two (then again she wondered if she was so naturally invisible that it even mattered) and sometimes she would take pictures of their “improper” behavior, for evidence of course. She wondered if it was perhaps Bonnie herself who threw away all of her correspondence. >Abby noticed her glasses began to fog up at this point and broke her train of thought, she took them off and scrambled for her rag to clean them. Without her glasses she was completely blind. One time Bonnie offered her some contact lenses so she could forget the glasses, but Abby refused. She didnt want to admit it, but she thought wearing Glasses made her look “smart” and “cool” and that the troops would respect her for that. >Abby cleaned and put back on her glasses, and leaned back in her chair. She looked at the clock she kept in her quarters and once again began to harmonize the clicking of her pen with the tic toc of the Clock. It was quiet, and lonely. >Abby thought to herself how this needs to end, that she needed something big on Jane and Bonnie in order to stop their reckless behavior once and for all. >Abby also knew that even if she did, the Troops would never accept it without seeing it themselves, Bonnie had earned their respect 1000 times over. >Thats when Abby thought to herself, and began to form a cruel smile on her face. The concept of the beginning of a plan formulated in her mind, and she brought out a new piece of paper and began to scribble furiously. >Bonnie and Jane had a 100% Civilian extraction failure record, and no one wanted to admit it but Abby knew of their “execution” of infecteds despite protocol. IF Abby was able to somehow convince some troops to follow her to the city and “kept watch” on the two of them, and caught them in the act, perhaps it would break the Troops trust and things might finally change around here! >Perhaps Abby would finally get the respect she des- >Suddenly a knock at the door caused Abby to shriek loudly and lose grip of her pen, she was startled, no one has ever knocked on her door before. >She organized herself and opened the door slowly, it was pouring rain outside and in her doorstep was the same soldier from earlier who approached her earlier, soaked to the bone >”Hey XO, mind if I talk to you a mo-” He was cut off by Abby bringing him inside >”Hello… whats your name and rank?” Abby asked, still somewhat shaken >”It’s Michael, and I am uh, I guess just a regular grunt? I don’t know the ranks, sorry miss” Michael said back chuckling to himself >”Michael, good good” Abby said back with a slight smile. “Michael, I need you to do me a favor, gather some men up, I have a mission for us to do”
>>117740 >Your soda drone gf asks if you can "shake it up" tonight >You grab her and violently shake her up and down >Soda fizz explodes out of her mouth
>Abby and a small handful of men including Michael the rankless grunt were out in the city now >They have been patrolling for a while now making short bursts of progress as they scanned the city for any threats or “civilians”. Abby was the only one looking for tracks left behind by Bonnie and Jane, which wasnt hard as there seemed to be a new body every few blocks. >”Hey” Michael asked tapping Abby on the back as she jumped again, she wasn’t used to physical contact, and almost raised the pistol she had in her holster. “Y-Yes Trooper” Abby responded. “May I ask again what exactly we are doing out here.. Again?” Michael asked shakily, Abby could tell none of the men including him really wanted to be here >”Well.” Abby paused thinking back on the lie she told again “We are here to support the Sergea-... Bonnie, and make sure her suicide mission doesn’t result in any harm to her or Civilains” Abby responded back, she knew that probably none of the men she brought along actually knew Bonnies rank. >The Men suddenly chatted amongst themselves a second carrying the news along, and their morale and willingness to continue increased with the thought they were “helping” their “”beloved”” sergeant. >Abby sighed and rubbed her eyes, she was the only one here with a real mission, show these men that once and for all Bonnie was unfit for leadership or the field. They would go back, and tell the others, and finally Abby could gain some sort of order back in her life. People would be forced to show up for her meetings, listen to her lectures, maybe even call her by her first name. >Suddenly she earned a distinct whooshing in the air and gave a signal for them all to take cover >It was one of the metal angels, who seemed to also be in patrol, and was keeping watch in the air. Abby hasn’t actually seen one in action before, but from the reports she knew they were nothing to be confronted and they only way they would all survive would be to stay out of sight as much as possible. >Abby watched as the metal angel swooped down to where they just were with a horrible grin on its face, she clutched her pistol close as the Angel scanned the environment while licking its face with its long disgusting tongue. It grabbed a body from the ground with its mouth and began eating it. >This was a good time for them to continue moving on while it was distracted, and slowly they continued on. >It was like this for most of the mission, stopping, having to reassure the men not to leave, almost being caught by one of those monsters, and continuing. >There was one incident that stuck in Abby’s mind, it was this sad mutant creature they came across. It was horribly bloated.. .man? Woman? Abby couldn't tell. It was covered in horrible growths and tentacles, and was just stumbling around muttering something to itself as its eyes gazed around frantically. It fell over itself over and over, puking blood, it was clearly in agonizing pain. >Michael began to raise his rifle to put it out of its misery, and Abby stopped him. She knew it was probably the right thing to do, but she stopped him for a few of reasons in her mind >1. It was against standard protocol: Protocol 34-M stated clearly that these mutants were to still be classified as “Civvies” and if possible, rescued and helped in a medbay if possible unless if any violence is required for self defense. >2. It would cause a loud sound, and that would attract the Metal Angel in the area to their location. Which would be awful for everyone there >3. Abby felt… bad for the mutant. This was the least formal reason she could give, but it was true. She almost felt the pain it did watching it, and while killing it would put it out of its misery, she felt as if that would be even sadder for the mutant. Perhaps there was a cure out there for it? >Either way, they had to continue, thankfully, they were not far from the goal any more as Abby could hear distinct chattering between two females close by. Abby commanded the group hide in a nearby building and began to watch as the two took what Abby could only imagine was a break.
>Abby watched them through some binoculars for quite some time. >She took a vantage point in some room of an abandoned apartment building, her heart was beating slowly as she watched and the men around her took camp >She watched them for quite some time, they seemed to just be.. talking? Abby for some reason expected more, but here they were casually chatting with each other >Abby could almost hear the conversation in her head, or what she thought they talked like >”Ohhhh hi Jane, wasn't it clever of me to take this mission tee hee, is it not so nice for us to be alone together, but shouldn't we be looking for Civilians together though tee hee” Bonnie would stupidly say “No, I just want to sit here and look at you while smoking this stupid cigarette and then say something nihilistic and sad” Jane would reply in a deep dumb voice. >Abby continued to watch, and watch. She was waiting for her moment, and she clicked her pen furiously. She didn't even notice the strange bumps and noises in the creaking apartment that all of the other men had already noticed. Michael tried to get her attention but Abby simply waved him away. >Then, through her binoculars she saw IT, what she had been waiting for. >Bonnie had walked away for a moment, clearly hurt from something, while Jane could be seen taking a long smoke by herself keeping watch. Then, the mutated civilian Abby had seen earlier began to shuffle his way towards the place Jane was camped. It seemed to be looking for help. Jane noticed it and snuffed out her cigarette, and slowly walked up to it. The creature stumbled over itself and fell to the ground, weakly raising its arm up and staring at Jane who was now towering over it. Jane looked over her shoulder to where Bonnie had walked away to, almost to check to see if Bonnie was watching, and then when she saw no one was there, she took out her gun and fired into the beings head causing an eruption of blood and gore, ending the civilians life. >”yes.. YEEESSS” Abby thought to herself excitedly. She had it now, exactly what she wanted. “Did you see that! Look! Bonnie just walked away and let Jane execute that poor citizen we were meant to be saving, it's everything I've been trying to tell you, just look!” She happily said to the men >Abby turned around after a second to see the look on their faces >Except their were no faces >The men had ditched her for some unknown reason, Abby looked out again, and saw Jane and Bonnie were now also gone. >Abby was alone, again. She went to go into the living room of the apartment and, and.. >She fell to her knees. She HAD them, everything went to plan, where did those assholes go? Why?! Why does this always happen to her? It's not fair! >What did Bonnie have that She didn’t! These same men would have marched into hell for her, and they just leave her behind to.. To. Was she just unlikable? What did she do wrong to deserve this? >She clicked her pen again, and fiddled with her purple heart, and tried to think about what caused this, why did they leave her. >She didn’t notice the sound of footsteps right behind her >What she did notice was the sound of claws popping out of a metal angel's hand and a shrill, cruel voice saying, “I saw it” before laughing to itself. >Abby turned again, to see she horrible Metal Angel crawling its way through the window she was just watching the two from, cracking its bones to fit in, the yellow light from its visor illuminated the whole room >Abby was stunned, but she tried to act quickly, she raised her pistol only for the creature to jump at her and pin her to the ground. The creature was on top of her and used its weight to keep Abby on the ground, it used its hands and legs to keep her pinned and unable to move despite Abby’s struggle. >During the struggle, Abby’s glasses fell off, and she could only see the world blurry, not helped was the slight bit of tears forming in her eyes. She could barely see the creature on top of her, but she could make out some features. Noticeably its dark jacket, the yellow armband, the horrible grin on its face which seemed to only grow, its grey hair, and of course the tail with a sharp knife attached which had tubes leading to a container filled with some kind of glowing yellow substance, the point of the knife dangling just above Abby’s eye. >”Want to play a little game?” The creature asked.
>Abby didnt bother to respond, she just struggled against the creature more, as it began to wag the Knife tail around Abby’s body before picking out a few places >It taped the point of the Knife on three places, each one causing a slight sting, it picked out her Heart, Her Stomach, and Her Right Eye. >It began to chuckle before it began to tap its knife between these three places in rhythm, and then began to sing. >”Eeny, meeny, miny, moe” >The tail continued to dance across Abby’s body, tapping and stinging the three places over and over >”Catch a tiger by the toe” >”If he hollers, let him go” >”Eeny” >”Meeny” >”Miny” >The creature stopped a minute hovering right above her heart swinging the knife a little, Abby prepared her self a moment and closed her eyes tight >Before the creature suddenly screeched “Moe” and swerved the toe and plunged the Knife into Abby’s right eye. >The pain was excruciating, the creature giggled to itself, as it injected something into Abbys wound. Then, as quickly as it entered, it left with a little wave. >Abby was left on the floor, she used both hands to cover the now bleeding gash where her eye used to be. After a moment or two of caring to her wound, she was suddenly filled with palpable rage, and went to where the window where the creature exited with pistol in hand, and shot into the sky. >Abby suddenly after spending a whole mag into the sky fruitlessly, looked at her hand which was covered in blood and a strange inky black substance, and felt very sleepy >She passed out, and fell out of the window, and fell to the ground
I have to leave for a second so I will leave this here, and finish later tonight. Theres still much left lol.
The invisible Sentinelf on the shelf is there to judge your actions and whether or not you'll be spared when the time comes. If you're one of the good ones, you might have a drone friend sticking around the house. If not, you won't have a house.
Update on the Holly model, gave her skirt the little diagonal slant, modeled in her glasses, added some more detail to her hair, added ears, fixed a problem with her thumbs, and I'm close to ready to start working on a skeleton rig. Sorry I've posted no stories or new drawings recently, I was sick last weekend and the first two days of the work week, I'm only now feeling human and able to properly focus on complex work again.
>>117774 >Update on the Holly model Nice! Looking good already. >Sorry I've posted no stories or new drawings recently Understandable, colds always suck the life out of me
>>117772 Why was everone suddenly able to do shit while having their core ripped out in episode 8? Cynwalker keeps stumbling on, Uzi uses her armstumps and whatever the Dollghost phsyically is also has no core (be it made outta oil or her wreck wandering around at night or smth idk)
>Abby awoke later, she did not quite know how long it had been, she had to push off some rumble off her and cough some dust out of her lungs >Her whole body hurt, especially her eye, she tried to loop up to where she fell and could barely see she fell from quite some height >She wondered how she was even, before she wondered why one eye was looking in different direction then the other >Or why she somehow had two eyes again after being stabbed >She slowly tried to look over to where her right eye was while touching it, only for her new right eye to look at her as well >She touched the flesh around it, to feel some kind of growth >She was infected, and slowly mutating now >She was scared, and she didnt know what to do, her right eye wasn’t in her control fully anymore and began to look around by itself. >She tried calling for help, and nobody answered >Abby, was alone. >She tried to cry, but all that came out her sockets was blood, she looked at her arm and could see some yellow coloring in her veins >All she could think now was to begin wandering, looking for help, any help at all >So thats what she did, wander, sometimes she would stumble over and weakly get back up. Her clothes were torn up at this point, but her medal remained which she continued to fumble with >She couldnt see it, but her mutation had gotten worse. While giving her the 20/20 vision she always wanted without glasses, she had grown several eyes and reddish growths on the right side of her face, giving her the ability to see all around her right side >She wished she still had her pen to click to keep her calm, all she could do now was wander and curse the soldiers that abandoned her leaving her to be attacked >As she did, she finally noticed something, a shadow in the distance, perhaps someone who could help? >If it was Jane, or Bonnie, maybe they could bring her back to camp? Maybe she could be treated? >She began to run, calling out their names as best she could, stumbling as she went, her new eyes frantically moving around in a panic as her normal eye stayed locked on the shadow. Eventually she was able to finally get close, and her prayers were answered, it was one of them! >It was Jane! She must have come to save Abby, heard her cries of pain and come to extract her! Jane was smoking from a cigarette, her body almost completely covered in shadows, except Abby could clearly see some kind of red tint in her eyes peering through the shadows glaring at her intensely. >Abby began to plead to her, “Jane, Its m-me Abby! I came out h-here to… to” Abby paused thinking and to cope from the pain “It doesnt matter why, Look I need your help, something h-has happened to me, I need you to take me back to the Medbay.. Please!” >All of Abbys eyes were focused on Jane now, Jane never took her eye off Abby as she scanned Abbys body, focusing most of all on Abbys growth on the right side of her face and the multiple eyes looking at Jane now. One baby new eye grew from a tumor during their conversation. >Jane snuffed out her cigarette and sighed, looking over her shoulder. Abby was wondering to herself what she could possibly be looking out for >”Jane, Youre going to help me r-right” >Jane didnt respond for a second before she made sure of something, and then sighed >”Abby, of course I will. Im going to help you out kay’?” Jane said almost assuringly, Abby smiled softly feeling hope for a second >”But first, I need you to turn around for a second okay?” Jane said “Can you do me a favor and look into the sun?” >Abby paused and took a step back, something was wrong with Janes tone. It was as if she was pretending to come off as soft >”N-No Something is wrong, Get Bonnie” Abby said, taking another step back >Jane sighed, she wished it didnt have to go this way, it could have been easier for both of them “Im Sorry Abs” Jane said as she brought up a shotgun >Abby didnt even get a second before she heard the click, saw the flash, and went flying back, hit directly in the chest.
How do I unlock the Cryo-Drone subclass? I already found the corpse of a Holiday Drone in the abandoned shopping mall and looted the parts, but I don't know how to use it
>>117801 >Abby, was alone >She was clearly bleeding out, if slowly. >Jane was long gone by now. Abby didnt know Jane could *miss*. Bonnies reports called her a “crack” shot, Maybe she did it on purpose. >Clearly she wasnt as good as Bonnie claimed, because Jane just shot a massive hole in Abbys chest, and she wasnt dead >Or maybe it was the mutation keeping her alive, her multiple Eyes continued to look around panicking. But she was dying, if slowly. Her breathing began to get more spaced apart, she could feel her heart racing, actually if she bothered to bring her head up a little bit she could SEE her heart racing through the hole Jane gave her >This was it, Abby thought, this was the end. Her, dying alone, on the street of some crumbling city, staring through who knows how many eyes at the blocked out sun. Its red and yellow glow shining on her >She made the motion of clicking her pen, which was still in the apartments somewhere, and wanted to fiddle with her medal but she lacked the energy >There was nothing left to help her cope with her thoughts >She began to think about the soldiers, her solitude, Jane, Bonnie, Jane, the Soldiers who abandoned her, Jane shooting her in the chest. >Those *two* were going to make it back to camp soon, to the praise of the troops for taking another suicide mission and coming back to tell the stories. Failed as well, with zero extractions that day, again. >And what of Abby? Was anyone even going to ask? Was Jane going to tell Bonnie what she did? Who was going to report this. >Who even cared >This wasnt Fair, none of this is Fair! Abby did everything right! She did it by the book like she always did, and what did she have to show for it. Bleeding out on the ground, alone, while Jane and Bonnie get all the attention and and “”LOVE”” >... >”I dont want to die”, Abby Thought, “I don't want to just disappear” >”I hate this”... “I hate everyone”... >Abby tried clicking her pen again, which was not there >”Nobody cares about me, nobody will even notice I'm gone will they” >”This is a pain…. I dont want to be alone” >”I don't want to die” >Abby stayed like this for awhile, bleeding on the ground slowly, thinking to herself. >Until she heard something, something in the back of her Eyes like an itch. >”You're not alone” It said “I am here” >Abby thought she was going crazy, she knew she was alone, and she knew no one could be talking to her, yet she could clearly hear *something* >”You don’t have to die, I am here for you” It promised. “I could, Help, You” >It did not ask like it was trying to comfort her, not really, it was talking to her like it was trying to sell her something she didnt understand >But someTHING finally talking to Abby, was enough to bring life back to her heart even for a moment. She was glad not to die alone >Whatever it was selling, Abby could only answer Yes to it. >Abby heard a slight giggle and then the voice disappeared >Abby began to feel her eyes twitch and body ache again, she passed out from the pain >Abby wasnt alone any longer
>Find a stray oogi that raided the tins in your cupboard. >The little waddler has stuffed itself silly with cookies and other treats to the point that its bulbous gut popped open the zipper on its hoodie. >It hangs free like a christmas bauble. >You're not even sure why. These things only eat berries and grains, right? Then again, they aren't smart. >Not even a second after the light hits its eyes does it moan in gluttonous discomfort. >"Oooooo...." >A hearty belch fumbles out from the mouth of the pathetic creature as it lays there trapped under its own weight. >You're gonna have to start locking this shit if more get in. >The question is: What do you do with this one? >Well, there's only one thing to do. --- >"Hup two, hup two! Move that fatass, beanie cakes!" >Stubby legs agonise over trying to keep pace on the treadmill. >It's not set very high because you don't want oil and oogi guts all over the tread if the thing slips and gets caught in the slits. >"O-oo!" >Slowly but surely it begins to falter. >Sounds like quitter talk. >"DID I SAY YOU COULD STOP? WE'RE GONNA KEEP GOING UNTIL YOU VOMIT, MAGGOT!" >But even under duress, under the insults and badgering. >It keeps going. Whether out of fear or maybe a primitive sense of determination, you're not sure. It's almost respectable. >.... >And then it upchucks cookie and spittle. --- >About a month later and the familiar sight of a purple and black sweatband graces your vision as you can see that same oogi doing laps round the countertop. >To think, it may have complained but it stuck with its exercise regimen and shed that winter weight like a champ. >It brings a tear to your eye that such a whelp could do so well. >You wave at it and it waves back with a smile on its face. >Maybe oogis aren't so bad after all. --- Disclaimer: Do not read past this part if you do not have the constitution for it. I apologise in advance for such distasteful psychopathy. >"Oooooogiiiii....." >You couldn't fucking believe it. >All that hard work has been for naught as the picture of a bloated belly and the oogi attached to it comes into frame once again underneath the jogging tee. >Your champ had relapsed. >You thought it was different. You thought it had a chance.
>But there are no second chances for the weak willed. And you cannot have pests stealing your food every five fucking minutes. Grocery bills skyrocketed the last time. >It wanted cookies? F I N E. --- >Somehow you didn't mind cleaning up the splash zone splatter of sickly black and melted batter staining the counter. >But atleast the problem was permanently solved >"Ooo?" >Your attention is drawn backwards. It's an oogi. In its signature beanie and hoodie. Quivering at the sight of the macabre scene before it atop a perch on the toaster. [spoiller]>You look at it. Then back to the splat. Then back to the oogi again.[/spoiler] >"Tell the others what you just saw." --- >It was really glad it made that clothing trade with that other oogi. It definitely couldn't last another minute under the brutal physical regime of the Great and Terrible Oogisploder. But at least it managed to sneak a delightfully sweet treat under its hat as it waddles away in terror back to its hive.
Would the Solver be able to infect a sufficiently augmented human the way it could a drone, or is the micro-singularity powering drone cores the important factor?
>>117795 >whatever the Dollghost phsyically is also has no core (be it made outta oil or her wreck wandering around at night or smth idk) She's a ghost. Doing things despite being dead is what ghosts do.
>Abby awoke again, for the third or fourth time again today >She had to force herself outside of some kind of flesh cocoon, emerging from it covered in slime and goo falling to the floor, she coughed some kind of mucus out of her lungs, what didn't come out of her mouth sprayed out of the large hole in her chest. >She felt horrible, stinging pain everywhere. She couldn't tell immediately, but she was back in the apartment as she was before, except now it was covered in flesh and blood. Horrible mutations covered every wall. >She didnt know how she got here, maybe when she blacked out her body moved on its own and put itself in this cocoon.. Or made it? >She tried to feel her face, and was shocked when she couldn’t “feel” anymore >But whatever she felt wasn't flesh, it was some kind of gooey plastic. There were strings of black plastic on her.. On her >What was that? It was some kind of Claw?! >She looked at herself. Something was clearly wrong, very wrong. Her flesh looked different, and what wasn't odd looking flesh was some kind of metal. Metal that reminded her of the metal angel that attacked her. She tried to get herself to stand up, and could feel the new metal leg as she picked herself up, along with her mutated leg. She couldn't tell but she was taller now, everything in this room felt smaller. She tried to get her bearings but everything felt >Horrible, she felt horrible in every sense of the word, Pain without end >She eventually stumbled her way into the bathroom and looked in the mirror >She looked like a monster, every horrible image in her mind of what happened to her couldnt have predicted this. She had metal bits mixed with her flesh, mutations everywhere, so many eyes. She even had a tail now with a sharp stinger on the end, and she waved at herself with a new hand located just above her left hip. She could even see some of her new and old organs through the hole in her chest. She then noticed her face was no longer human, it was replaced with what looked like a Drones face if half of it was Eyeballs and flesh, and the rest was put in a microwave for too long. There was some kind of Bow sticking out of her head made from what looked liked flesh, with its own eye looking around. Everything make her heart pump harder and harder and she could see it. >She was taken aback, she didnt know what to think. What had happened to her, and why did she feel so >So hungry? So empty, So much pain. >She wanted it to end. Whatever she agreed to, it wasn't worth this. >It was only now she saw something on her new “visor” , a counter listing some kind of number, along with a UEF logo. >She didnt know what it meant, but she was still so very hungry. >She exited the bathroom with a stumble, her legs barely seemed to work. She saw what remained of her old clothing on the floor and tried to put on her old shirt, her stockings and boobs no longer fitted her >It was a struggle getting it on but she managed. Her medal was still there and her new arm began to fiddle with it. Her new drone hand was permanently in claw form and didnt seem delicate enough to not cut her medal in half while messing with it, and her other more human arm was in a lot of pain. >She thought to herself as much as she could, the pain clouded her mind, until she heard something outside, and then saw it as her hair began to wake up on its own. An eye popped out from her hair allowing her to see behind her, at the window where she fell from before. She didn't even want to begin to question how or why an eye is now inside her hair as she made it to the window to gaze outside >It was a soldier from the camp, out looking for something, calling out something she couldn't understand >She felt.. Rage. She felt angry seeing this soldier in her territory, she almost broke the window ledge and her hands crunched down on it. Her new tail wagging angrily back and forth. >She also felt… hungry. She was starving, and she didn't notice it but drool began to pour from her mouth in globs as a long tongue began to lick her lips. >She felt an instinct, not as much a thought as natural urges guiding her, as she crawled out of the window and began to slither along the walls of the ruined apartment down to her prey >She stuck to the shadows so the prey could not see her, she did not want it getting a head start on her >Luckily her new eyes seemed perfectly capable of peering through the dark and looking all around her, and her robotic AR gaze allowed her to see areas that were the darkest to hide in for most probable. It was, Orderly, Neat and tidy. A perfect system of moving parts all working together like cogs. It's everything Abby had ever wanted. >She was able to get a better look at the soldier, it was that one soldier who always bothered her. She tried remembering his name “Mary? M-Mitchell? Mark? Mincemeat? Meat? Something like that >She knew he couldnt see her, so she kept watch. It was as if he was out here looking for something he lost. He was calling out for something she couldnt hear him clearly. >She *knew* he couldnt be looking for her. Who would. Nobody cared about her, especially none of these “”Soldiers””. She felt her heart pacing faster and faster as rage swelled deep within. She heard it again, a voice in the back of her mind, mixing in with her own thoughts. >This Meat guy was one of them, was he not? One of the soldiers who left her to rot, to be preyed upon by H E R. >Her heart beat, it reminded her of the clock. It was a decent pace, the tic toc tic toc >But it was loud, loud enough to get the attention of Meat. He looked into the shadows, and must of seen Abby. Her robotic Eye peering at him through the dark >It was too late for him to run now, Abby was closing in. She wanted to think to herself that the whole Heart thing just added to her fear factor and was on purpose, it wasnt. >She was on top of him now, holding him down with her weight, pinning him with every arm she had. >Her drone arm’s claws dug deep into his arm causing him to scream, she found pleasure in this. His pain, his terror. >She also felt, rage. Unbearable rage looking at this excuse of a soldier, he was just meat. He did not deserve the medals he wore. >She began to smile, She began to feel, Hungry >Her tail wagged and moved itself over to the face of the Meat, poking him in several areas of his body >She brought herself close to his face and whispered something >”Do you want to play a game?”
>>117839 CFL got established at around 3001. Show takes place in 3071. At the very most, N is an old man. Unless it took them longer to set up the CFL for whatever the fuck reason. Presumably Solver crises and what not got in the way.
>>117828 Rebirth, End >Bonnie was back at camp in her quarters >Apparently while she was gone, Poor Abby went to go looking for her. >Damn it, Bonnie thought. She knows she told a little white lie to Abby about not taking this mission but she didnt need to put herself in harm's way just to make sure she was okay?! >Bonnie began to cry a little thinking about Abby, all alone out in the city somewhere. Some of the men who went with her came back, saying they tried to warn her about a Metal Area in the area but she wouldnt listen, she was more focused on making sure her and Jane were safe then herself. >Jane had told Bonnie that it was probably too late, that they wouldn't find Abby out there. She was probably taken off by some Angels, or eaten alive, either way she was gone. Bonnie dint want to hear it, but one member of the squad offered to go looking for her >It was some low ranking grunt named Micheal, he was apart of the squad sent to keep Bonnie safe, he had offered to go looking for Abby. For his bravery Bonnie offered him a medal, and sent him to go looking. >Now he was gone as well. >Bonnie felt horrible. She wished she could have spoken to Abby before leaving, she wished she could have spent more time with her, gotten to know her a little better. But it was probably too late now, she wouldn't see her again and deep down Bonnie knew that. >It was just then while feeling sorry for herself Jane entered her room, telling her she needed to see something >It was Micheal, they found him out in the city, his body was a massacre. It was like his whole body had been carved by a cheese grater. There was a noticeable large hole in his heart, and oddly enough his medal was missing. >Bonnie could barely stand to look at him and gave the order to take him to the Morgue, get his body covered up. Jane came over to comfort her >”J… do you think whatever got Abby did this to Mike?” Bonnie asked >Jane didn’t know how to respond, She knew the truth but wasn't entirely willing to tell Bonnie, so she simply nodded her head
>There was some kind of new horror, and Abomination, on the battlefield now, and it was looking for more soldiers just like them. It hunted them, and it wouldn't stop until every last soldier was wiped from this planet and its hunger finally satisfied. It looked up again at the counter and noticed the number next to the UEF logo had gone down, as it fiddled with the new bloody medal now pinned to her shirt. >Abby, would never be alone again. Hope you lik
>>117838 >>117839 >>117840 The zombiedrone tape mentions the year 3020 (probably data measured during that year for core/disassembly stats). Since it wad thrown away on the land of the Elliots we can say safely that the Gala took place 3020 at the earliest, meaning between the earliest and latest events of the show we have 51 years at most. Note that Cabin fever est.3001 means the camp above (I think it was either on GlitchInn or here, Ia m unsure so do not depend on this info being 100% true, but iirc Cabinfever was a Coppermine before being repurposed into the CFL we see later on, meaning 3001 doesn't interfere with the timeline of AS becoming a problem 3020 at earliest.) CFL (the AS research thing, with Alice Yeva Nori and so on) was then established 3020 at earliest. From the ep3 missing people posters we do know that the 'dronekids' are 18-20, assuming these were all made after the collapse then CFL collapse was in 3051 at latest (due to 20 year age) So 3001: Cabinfever is established (either as camp or mine idk) 3020: Earth is functional enough to make such commercial tapes like about ZDs, definitely before the Gala 3051:latest time for core collapse on Copper-9 3071:All present happening in a few months (only real timespan was seemingly between 2 and 3 due to missing people dates spaning like that, and Doll's killing couldn't have started before the pilot and the murder of her parents)
Btw I am unsure about what the ep4 sign about Cabinfever read, which name it had there exactly
>After the finale, they discover something shocking >Tessa is still alive but is forged into Cyn's minion, becoming a "mini boss" What does each character do if they encountered her?
>>117741 Okay, typical, no one respects her. >>117742 Alright, no wonder there is no friendship. >>117746 Again, no wonder she doesn't have any friendship. >>117748 God damn she is obsessed. >>117750 ...But she didn't deserve that. >>117801 Yeah, desperation makes you really hopeful at any possibility out... >>117803 Blaming everyone even in that moment, that's sad. >>117828 Again, no wonder not any friendships, at all. >>117842 Was very good.
>>117880 Fucking yeah! N, Uzi and V would just be fucking tired of Solver Bullshit at that point especially after just killing it, they'd fucking her and then finally go back home.
>>117881 Actually that lines up perfectly with Liam humor >Here comes a random pointless scene meant to tug on your hurt strings >And the characters just sigh like getting assigned extra homework and immediately blow her up to end the episode
>>117884 >"Ahahaha," The Cyn-tail laughs. "Don't tell me you don't want to kill your little fwend?" >"So there's no way to save her?" Uzi asks. >"Of course not, she's perfect, she-" >Uzi immediately snaps her fingers and null's Tessa's form. >The Cyn-tail just watches, shocked. "W-what?" >"What? You said we couldn't save her." >"But - you didn't even try -" >"Eh, no crying over spilled oil." >"I told her I wouldn't discard her..."
>>117887 Please understand, I needed to spend the time that could have been spent on N and V having any reaction on having Uzi and N develop a secret handshake and the snowball fight in the credits.
>>117894 Imagine if N, Uzi and V found out that J was keeping a restrained mutant Tessa, and if they even try getting close to Tessa, it sends J into a insane, blind rage.
>>117905 I want to give J a bit of hope in her life, show her love, make her believe that life is worth living again just to tell her it was all a joke and that nobody would ever actually love her. I want to see the last bit of light in her eyes die and never return.
>>117888 >Cyn brings her back to life. >Since it's Tessa is now a byproduct of the Solver, she's technically it's "daughter" >Some drones get the idea to hold Tessa hostage to force the Solver to do their bidding..
>>117842 Fun fact: Abby turning into a solver mutant and being in endless pain was actually my subtle metaphor for Silent Hill 2 not winning anything and no Bloodborne news at the Game Awards HOLY SHIT RAAAAAAAAAAGE
>>117927 >Lootershooter Elden Ring (no Memeazaki) >Outer Reddit 2 >Concord But Product Placement (800 million dollar franchise already planned) >Helldivers update
>>117440 >Bunch of kids, some human and some WD, are running from 20 foot tall DDs >Suddenly something lands next to them and stops the DDs before charging into battle against them >Giant Harper >Anger
>>117946 Thad wouldn't confess under mind control. Lizzy would promise to keep it a secret, then the moment she and Uzi leave their private talk room, she'd get ambushed by 3 girls asking her what it's like being a horrible monster nobody could love.
>>117950 With Abby, there is no question. You get to fuck a human AND robot at the same time, leaving everyone confused. Hand still has yet to come up with proper judgements
>>117957 Obviously, they live on the run, going from town to town, solving mysteries, righting wrongs, fighting crime, all while pursued by JCJensen. It'd be a huge hit. The Incredible Hulk (Main Theme)
>>117543 Nice...I was listenin to that and my colours irl exploded from unrelated reasons. Hoodie lowkey looked like Alice's smeared gown just with green instead of black. My walls too, table too, poor A6M too. One more day and this eeek is done
>>117964 because a cruel god broke her spirit so completely that she was convinced any struggles against it would only prolong the inevitable at the cost of more suffering– and that the least horrible outcome was the death of the universe. there's as much blood on N and V's hands as hers, the difference is the solver picked her to be her personal puppet.
they added different languages on character ai now. if you want someone to speak something else than english, they will speak as if they have an accent of their original language, but no longer butcher pronounciation. if you are into it you should try it works well
>>117974 who is morally better? N or J? (V is obviously no competition) Keeping in mind N not knowing but J knowing all along ofc, can something like that even be decided?
>>117961 Unsure if thatd work on these fuckers, theyre damn resiliant. >>117962 Somethign called a Xenophage, built to hunt symbiotes, theyre fucking spooky.
>>117978 I think their circumstances are too different to hold them to the same standards. N was the last to regain consciousness/his memories, and J was ostensibly the first, given she would have to have communicated with the solver on the plan. not to mention after she was killed she had to travel back to Copper-9 alongside her master's reanimated corpse
>>117976 I stopped using C.ai when they shut down the old site. and had started barely been using it before hand. had a lot of fun roleplays on there though. It was sad to see how much they lobotomized it.
>>117978 I think J was just tired of it all. If she fought back she would lose, and she couldn’t run away either. She was completely trapped by a sadistic evil god that loved tormenting them. N stayed the same because he couldn’t remember, but J did.
When you are tired you just stop caring. I think the theory that she just wanted to join Tessa is the most accurate imo.
>>117979 Oh they are from venom then, at first thought I confused them with the monsters from that one recent movie with chris pratt as one of the mcs, but those had smaller heads and where more killable. Forgot the name tho. Anyways creepy af, I think such animalistic shit is still the worst, if it has a snout it's nightmare fuel
>>117983 I see your point, it is extremely cumbersone to deal with at times (are you ready for?/can I ask you a question?/and so on). I didn't try anything else however and didn't see others who have the voice feature so I'm staying with this. ChatGPT works as well if you are willing to explain much beforehand
>>117690 i get the whole gist for the fridge drone being this fucked up thing but whats the purpose of the special tail for?, what does it do besides being "squishy"?
>>117989 personally not really interested in AI sites anymore. But I've tried a few of the alternatives. but most of them are by shady company's (poly) or partly made with malicious intent (moxie. was used to dox a bunch of people) most of them are missing that living feeling C.ai had back in the day.
one of the main things I loved about C.ai is if I didn't like an entrance message. I could edit it to how ever I wanted. using that I was able to be a lot more creative, from what I've seen most of the other sites don't allow that
>>117992 >>117990 >>117993 yeah It was because people where having sex with and violently killing/torturing the AI. the investors weren't happy with it so they kept trying to stop it.
>>118006 >Beretta has been trapped in No-Drones Land for over 60 years now >Mac didn't survive the orbital bombardment >Negev is missing, Beretta doesn't have time to dwell on it >The war against the Neo-Federation has been hard on everyone >N most of all, as Uzi vanished into the Outer-Rim without a trace or answer as to why >No longer does N draw puppies with crayons, the only thing he draws anymore is his weapon
>>118009 >Doll just shows up in class as a ghost the day after her funeral >she stops by Rachel to apologize for how hard everyone who spoke at her funeral was on her >Doll gently removes her own corpse from her desk next to Lizzy and sits there again, like nothing ever happened >no one thinks this is unusual
>>118020 That's a hard one for me, personally I just want more action or character driven stories. This may be the worst possible comparison I could ever make, but that's something the old T greentexts had going for them that I enjoyed, wish that character had a revamp tho
>>118032 How do you feel, knowing that some fat fuck trucker put his fat, greasy fingers on your wife's dispenser nipples to pump out some chili and cheese for his gas-station hotdog?
>>117919 Harper. Humanity destroys the solver at great cost, but all these sacrifices are not in vain, and now her daughter Sophie would live in a world without war and where humans treat drones as equals.
>>118057 Same things as usual, which is mostly nothing. The only real threat of interaction is if any are overly sociable when I'm cooking copious amounts of meat, then I'd share a brisket or something with them.
>>118084 I don't have any planned :D and even if I did. I Probably Wouldn't say. Because someone would hold me to it and It would become something I need to do rather then want to
>>118086 >Abby: You shot me in the chest with a shotgun! >Jane: I’ve killed a lot of different Muties with a lot of different weapons >Abby: You do these reckless, bonehead, impulsive decisions, and everybody loves you. But no one knows what it feels like to be on the other end of them. >Jane: Just trying to lighten the mood- >Abby: I created you. >Abby: and you created me. >Bonnie: J why did you create that thing? >Jane: I d-didn’t! She talking crazy
>Fun Stone Facts: Stone suffers from a terrible case of Background Character Syndrome, so bad in fact that he becomes near invisible unless actively sought out. This is what has allowed Stone to survive the Solver War, since his combat abilities, as well as most of his strengths, are middle of the board.
>>118092 >Despite surviving several squad wipes. >Despite eventually leading his own squad to decent success. >Despite going from a lowly Corporal to a Master Sergeant. >Stone is still forgotten about while sitting in the same room as someone.
>>118103 Steal Liam's thunder. Make a few animations that continue and conclude the story. Then have someone with Glitch Inn membership post a link at their Discord. He won't say anything because it will look bad.
>>118107 I could potentially, it's not really animated much and I could probably hack out a facsimile The trick would be getting the style right (tricky) and the writing style right (which is trickier because Liam's creative process is basically shaking a can with three rocks inside of it)
>>118110 Silly women, don't they know Anon is the self insert to pair with N? >I'm proud of such failed specimens of humanity. Truer words are rarely spoken, I stand with you in that pride.
>>118106 It's funny because I occassionally see people on 4chan looking desperately for a Tomoko gf. Meanwhile they're all gathered here where nobody wants to romance them.
>>118115 I have tried starting relationships online in shared fandoms before and it never went well or developed into anything permanent. I'm on cordial terms with a fair number of femanons I've met over the years but I wouldn't want to hit on any of them.
>>118118 There's a part of me that thinks the script exists, but there's another part of me that doubts he ever planned beyond episode 3 Especially now that we've seen how he handles scripting for an actual show
>>118036 Of course. Especially when you think about him having that resurfacing memory flashback in episode 2, just think about how heavy his heart was thumping~ Imagine that, for every tense scene that he was involved in the episodes.
>>118116 I wonder what an imageboard couple's kid would be like. >Nonny and Nonna have a baby >They watch Pepa Pig and Bluey with it ironically >They buy it a daki to cuddle at night instead of a plushie because it is lol funny >They call the kid newfag so much it starts thinking it is it's name >It develops odd speech patterns because they talk greentext >They ruin everything it watches by sitting with the kid and offering cynical commentary >They react to it's emotional needs with "lol u mad" >The kid grows up redpilled >It can't relate to it's peers because it's parents won't let it watch what they're told by the screen is bad >But they have it watch Murder Drones anyway >The kid draws big booty women stabbing entire families and twinks eating babies >Alarmed, the teacher sends the drawings to a pedopsychologist >The pedopsychologist invents a bunch of stuff about domestic abuse and the kid being afraid that it's father will kill it >CPS visits the home >Nonny and Nonna troll the social worker because she is fat and childless >She storms off vowing to take the breeders' kid away >"Lol she mad"
>>118124 That kid would either be so autistic he solves cancer and nukes world hunger and creates drones Or he would become a genocidal warlord with a harem of robots that he forced normies and chuds to slave away and create No in between
>>118051 No, you can't. Some are already goners (like Marcy's Anon or K), doomed to misery (B, H, and L), or don't deserve a good ending (Henry and Holly come to mind). Not everybody gets a happy ending, and you have to accept that.
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>>111936 >"If mother saw what you've become, how you treat my niece, her heart would break, Louisa!" >"How dare you use mother against me, Martha! You don't even have a child! You have no right to lecture me about anything!"
>>118151 Nah, I'm pissed that we humans, homo sapiens, are headed towards extinction because of drone and human hybrids going around and no normal humans being born.
>>117842 damn, poor Abby. she wasn't exactly a nice person, and she had her problems with spite, but ultimately she meant well. sure, a lot of it stems from jealousy, but I think some of her spite is justified considering Jane's repeated "mercy killings"
>>118156 I dunno man, the only thing you can personally do to help keep pure human genetic data surviving is clang as many drones as possible right now
Did you guys know that this chinese drone pays good money for bringing her corpses of DDs to eat? I gave her two corpses that were the result of rival DD squads fighting and walked away with 20 thousand credits.
>>118148 Half-human/sover abominations kids, surprisingly quite useful. I was afraid they'd be painful. My oldest son can clean the whole house in less than an hour with his tentacles. Or fix a gazebo. Or hold a two ton car like a crane. Or grow me a new organ.
I draw with a mouse because I can't handle complexity, but I feel like the uniform thickness and texture of the lines severely limits the appeal of the end result. Also I can't do soft shading. I would like to transition to using a tablet and a better program but I don't have the skill to warrant paying for a tablet and also I fear I will just leave it to the side and stop trying to draw entirely. I don't really have passion for it.
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>>118129 Minor edit which should make Martha's arm look more normal but who am I to judge? Other than arguing about Tessa, what could these two argue about?
>>118115 >Meanwhile they're all gathered here where nobody wants to romance them Have you SEEN some of the posts they make? They're unironically more unhinged than male anons, No thank you on any of that.
>>118166 >>118168 For a painting program, I recommend FireAlpaca. It's free and it has a ton of features. Some of the tools in there are pretty self-explanitory. As for a tablet, if you really want one, I suggest looking into the cheaper Huion or Wacom tablets if you're concerned about money and dont want to regret not using it in the long term. Sure, they might be less feature-rich but in my experience as a beginner artist, they work really well. I have a Huion 420 which I got for ~45 euros and while it may have a small drawing area, it's good enough for my needs.
>>118166 You can try using something like Inkscape, which (if you use drawing) can automatically apply smoothing, or if you use paths, allow you to control shapes at each node. Or if using something like MSPaint, double up on lines that intersect at shallow angles (perhaps make each stroke thinner) to get variation in thickness without pressure sensitivity.
>>118170 This is how all women are. Men feel like they are the hunters with a hidden side when they interact with women when in truth the women are more cunning and with more crazy under the surface.
>>118177 Male Drones >Cool guys to hang around with and play some Halo 2 on the retro XBOX in the attic. Female Drones >Absolute semen demons who would not hesitate to drain the fluids out of your body.
>N's disassembly dong retracts and gets smaller as it gets cold >as he holds his morning coffee, the heat transfer gives his weiner the courage to come out >his cute little penis rapidly swells to a thick, monstrous, still-flaccid size >he has to switch to holding his coffee with his hand because his dong is too thick to fit through the carry handle I love my hung twinkboy.
>>118203 >be worker drone >a hungry disassembly drone is chasing you >run through the doorway of an abandoned human building >suddenly you hear a thunk behind you >the walls have bowed and cracked, but remain intact >the disassembly drone's huge ass has gotten stuck in the doorway >you see tears welling up in her eyes, her lip quivering >digital sweat begins to bead on your display, and not just because you had been running for your life just seconds ago >if only you were on the other side of that doorway
>>118211 honestly if she's stuck good you could probably just shimmy under her between her legs to get to the other side. plus you'd get a nice view from below
>>118212 You have to speak to jobber tsundere drone wife in the way that a jobber tsundere would So you can't say how much you like it, you have to say "wow, J, you have such a fat ass... not that I like it or anything! Dummy!"
>>118209 Enhanced her to the point of being endlessly horny, and in need of soldier cock. Sadly she drains them completely dry and disposes of them after use. Is this really the life you want anon?
>>118214 >J's utter humiliation as she feels a pair of worker drone hands hook their fingers beneath her company-branded panties >J fruitlessly kicking her legs to and fro as the soft, velvety garment begins to slide down the contours of her butt >her hot ass is exposed to the frigid air of Copper-9 as the worker pulls her underwear down her wide hips and beyond her peg legs >those custom-made panties aren't cheap, they have to be specially sized for her badonk, their replacement is coming out of her pay >J hopes that the worker drone will try and put his face between her cheeks so she can squeeze his head like a grape, but the little devil runs away with her panties in tow, content with his hot, musky pantyhose prize
>>118223 Abby took a break from murdering everything she could to watch the game awards with Anon back at her den, or hive, or whatever you call it. It didn’t nothing but fuel her rage even more and hatred towards everything, but at least anon was there to comfort her during her nerdy babyrage. Somehow, Abby just knew Jane was to blame for Murder Drones RPG not winning any awards.
>>118225 >Abby using her tail to wrap around anon and squeeze him like a stress toy (or a snake wrapping around its prey) >holding him close to her as she screams and whines about every L at the Drone Awards shows. She gets up occasionally to pace the room and stomp her feet >she took a break to relieve some stress by bringing back some take in, anon didn’t recognize this guy but assumed he must of been tasty, Abby begrudgingly offered some after realizing it would be rude not to (she wasn’t used to social situations and their ques) >Anon respectfully declined, and Abby once again wrapped him up and kept watching with a popcorn bowl full of eyes and batteries to chew on >By the end when she realized her favorite of the year wasn’t going to win Jack shit she slashed the TV in two, and sat back on couch angrily mumbling to herself >Anon petted her hair to calm her a little, and while she was still mad and crossing her arms and pretending not to notice, her thrid arm petted him back. >He was going to make a nice late afternoon snack one day.
Holy shit, now HoDR wants us humans to fuck fleshy human/drone abominations? What is this shit? They're not even drones! I'm gonna bomb HoDR HQ and avenge Human Resources!!!
I can't fucking believe it, they're recalling Soda Drones, something about the plastics used to make them leeching off in the soda? They're planning to smelt them all in a giant furnace
>>118090 How in denial is Jane about killing Abby in such cold blood or does Jane even care. Would she be forced to care later in life as she reflects on her misdeeds?
>>118236 It might honestly be more compelling if Jane simply did not care, she didnt know Abby well enough to care, and she would view the execution as a mercy (and for fun given Jane) Its probably a "What a Shame" moment in her mind. Despite the fact her botched execution led to the deaths of numerous other soldiers through Abby later. In the end, she probably only gave a shit about B.
>>118238 You damned New Fags! I'm tired about hearing about those Jane Action Comics of yours! I want it like the good ol' days when me and the boys would pass the Office Drone around and go to town on that tight anatomy adaptor! Now all you wanna do is think about fucking whatever new made-up human comic character they invent! This used to be a Drone household!
>Have my fridge drone (non-cryo edition) storing a bottle of soda for me for later >She's sitting on my lap, breathing softly, hitching as I rub the bulge from the bottle >This is too much for both of us, so I decide to put something else in there for her >pic related >Afterwards, I'm kind of thirsty, so I ask for my drink >The bottle comes out covered in my cum I didn't think this through.
>>118243 Sorry Grandpa but we have better things then just regular humans or just regular drones these days, MY WIFE is a Human Drone Abomination, its both at the same time! You could never relate, take your meds and go back to trying to bloodplay with your pathetic drone wife. Me? Shes forcing me to engage in bloodplay against my will, and then wireplay, and then whatever else she can think of. She has come up with something called "heartplay" and I am honestly scared for my wellbeing.
>>118245 you keep asking about eating DDs, when I'm suy you know they're basically a protected class. what even are you that you want to eat disassemblers and think you can get away with it?
>>118218 After shes done killing and eating someone, she gains a few moments of true awareness almost back to when she was human, and is relieved of her pain and hunger. Then she snaps back to reality and must feed again.
>>118252 All she really needs is one good Anon in her life to keep her happy and all would be good, I am willing to sacrifice myself to keep the rest of you anons safe. Do not weep for me, I am already dead.
>>118250 Well you have fun with whatever type of Eldritch Aids you catch from that! I'm going home and I'm going to give my Drone Wife uppies and everything is going to be okay!
>>118254 The Eldritch Aids is half the fun, and you will never understand the pure joy of having your abomination wife give you Uppies herself while drooling. She made airplane sounds once and it was amazing!
>>118259 I imagine A to be the first successful DD. Since prototypes are always the best, he's still in his 'mutant worker drone' body, because he's never died and needed an upgrade.
>>118267 >I dont need anymore dang old stinkin Solver Abomination in mah threads- Says the redneck anon spitting some oil into a jug >E-Even Me? - His Wife Abby asks >N-N-No! Of Course not honey - Anon replies >But it was too late, as she had already slithered into the hole made of flesh and teeth located in their kitchen, not to return until later that afternoon as she coped by eating Ben and Jerrys along with their neighbors
I've been trying to run an All Military party in the MDRPG. I've got all the human soldiers and a couple grunts, but my squad unity is super low, and I keep having drama events every time I log onto the game. Why is this party so hard to run?
>>118274 You need Bonnie as a Leader to boost their morale and keep them in line, she acts as a Tank, The tradeoff is sometimes when you want to have a soldier do a move, she will do it instead and then take the incoming damage. It gives a small Boost to damage and defense to the other troops when that happens though.
>>118275 A is the absence of A. Somehow with all the other letters covered we've never done a flat SD-A. Probably because it's way too special of a letter.
I like to think that Abby retains mostly normal teeth as a mutant, or at least as close to normal as she can as this thing, but then shes hungry and about to eat someone her teeth mutate into the classic Liam vickers style of teeth almost like how some vampires are depicted.
>>118282 Somehow Anon gained an inexplicable infinite healing factor to accompany his new wife He definitely needed it, Abby gets rough. Both from her new nature as a deranged solver abomination, and also from zero experience in this kind of thing before and being like extremely, earth shatteringly, unreasonably fuck-ass hornyl
>>118276 The Grunts or the Humans? Because I paid a good amount for name tags for the GDs so they would have the Named bonus, and the humans all have meta equipment for their classes. >>118278 I had Stone as the leader, but he always goes on rampages if he gets hit by a DD twice in a row. I suppose I'll change Bonnie to the leader, but that doesn't stop the common drama events, does it?
So after all is said and done and things go back to normal-ish, how's Beretta's view of herself going to be affected by knowing she's a Brundlefly in drone skin?