Serial Designation-P Serial Designation-E Serial Designation-N Serial Designation-I Serial Designation-S Booru: https://dronebooru.co OC wheel: https://wheelofnames.com/8hc-stc OC Wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character Previous thread: >>120265
>>121259 Take your time anon. Start small with bullet points for your greens and getting the sequence of events in your head down. And you know, be mindful of electrical problems like last time.
>>121264 I actually have something like this in my AU. Without a figurehead to lead and control the Solver hivemind, a lot of solver flesh monsters become autonomous. Some die off, but some solverpedes managed to adapt to the environment and reproduce.
As I mentioned in the last thread Solver hosts don't exist anymore because of The Purge, but Solverpede flesh when ground up into a powder and consumed grants a temporary lite version of the Solver making it very sought after by royals.
>Sophie (Harper’s daughter) is crying. She’s probably having a nightmare. >Sophie (The human Sophie) has been in the base for a bit on a small job >She decides to sit with lil’ Sophie and hold her
>>121282 local deranged femdrone does it again >>121284 no one really remembers or brings up the death stare kaomoji in my corner of the world wide web so i'm glad someone does like it
>Fun Stone Facts: Stone's certification in Jump Duty and being in the third squad in a Quick Action Platoon means he seldom takes troop carriers when being deployed, instead being stuck in a droppod. All this together means he was one of the first on the ground when the Solver War started, dropped planetside in one of the hotter warzones.
>>121295 >"I present N's still beating heart as proof!" >... >"What do you mean it's not beating anymore?" >... >"Ohhhh don't take it out of the drone. Woops."
>>121310 I'm not even the guy who said it, but...come on dude. It's the internet, we say nasty shit to eachother we don't mean. Look, personally I think you need to get some help. You're clearly not in a good place right now, and you need professional help. Don't do anything stupid, alright
>>121313 (me) Also did you literally wish the death of peoples loved ones? Like dude, wtf. Of course people are going to be nasty to you, but that doesn't necessarily mean anyone actually wants you to die, just like how you HOPEFULLY didn't mean the loved one death thing, right?
>>121310 >>121311 No, I’m not the community pillar guy. I’m the person he wished death of loved ones upon, for telling him that you can’t pick and choose what drawanons post and if they’re gonna be here they have every right to sillypost. In the same way I find him wishing death upon my loved ones completely unacceptable (and he didn’t need to do it anyway, I’m already going through that right now) I also find a different anon wishing that guy would kill himself unacceptable.
>>121318 >>121319 You're darn right I'm confused, I'm not used to Anons ya know, sticking up for random people especially assholes? If that makes sense atleast. So apologies if I confused you, hopefully that report doesn't get you in trouble, since I just kinda assumed. But yeah, I guess I kinda get it, it's a moral thing. You're a good man.
>>121282 Now I'm always going to think of her with a Harley Quinn voice >"GoodbyyyYYYYyyyye, Mistah Pillah!" >"Don't let the door hitcha marbly ASS on tha way out!"
>>121300 >Stone was tossed straight into the heart of what would become a literal hell on earth I can hardly imagine what horrors he got to witness firsthand
>"Humie, wat dat?" said your oogi, Lily >"That? Why that's a berrybox." you tell her >Lily's eyes get wide >"Box gif berris!?" >You fix your glasses and puff on your pipe >"That's right, sport, you wanna try it out?" >Lily jumps around giggling and runs to the berrybox >You open it up and place her inside >"Wen git berris?" Lily asks >You flip a switch and the berrybox turns on >Lily's laughter quickly turns to cries of terror then silence >You open the berrybox and pull out her crushed remains >As you bag her up, your wife walks up with a salesman >"Anon, what the hell did you do?!" she says >The salesman looks at you and the bag >"Oogi?" he asks >You nod >"Did a fine job too, real fine. Think we'll take this model." >The two of you shake hands and a new trash compactor is loaded into the car >Your wife is dumbfounded that you weren't arrested >You light your pipe and laugh at her expense >Women will never understand the importance of product testing
There is that one new TADC short with the rubber crocodiles at spudsy and Pomni crawls into view, maybe it's due to similiar proportions but it look exactly like what Alice was doing before she jumped down the tabel
>>121337 >AU where Doll kills Lizzy after eliminating the entire prom court >Although butchered much like the other victims, Doll did at least preserve Lizzy's core in a jar >Whether the disembodied core is simply inert or Lizzy is somehow still 'conscious' is up to reader interpretation
>>120950 I mean its possible. All you need is just pieces of each limbs,(legs,feet,head,etc), rig it, do some tweening and you get a fnf character. All you need is music and your all set
>>121272 The AU takes place hundreds of years in the future. Uzi is dead. N is dead. All of the characters are long gone. Most don't even think they existed and are purely myth.
>>121388 >HoDR still trying to figure out if Abby is human or drone >Several agents have jumped out of windows >>121387 Well her lore is partly based off nemesis lol
>Anon walks towards Cyn slowly You know, Cyn, baby, we're not so different. You're an eldritch fleshwizard necromancer with infinite hunger and I'm like... a reverse necromancer. >"[Confusion] Is that not just killing people?" Ah, that's a technicality.
and another one i got to keep the other drawing it because we were playing a dice steal game and no one really wanted to pull off the drawing off my hands... made me really sad
>>121410 I think it was because it was technically a weapon, so it had nothing like that, but maybe I'm wrong, it has been so long since I last heard of her
>Howdy, stranger >My name's Anon, and I'm just a lone drifter through these here parts >I'm currently searching for this bandito Holds up a wanted poster of a green fellow >He stole a wholesome hmofd green from the threads and I'm on the search for him >Wanna posse up and lynch him by his peen from a tree?
>be farmanon >wake up to the sound of your rooster- and a muffled banging >put on your overalls and get ready for the day, the banging continuing the whole time >open the door to your bedroom and walk into the hall >U- has her legs crossed, teeth clenched, quivering as she bangs on the bathroom door >you can hear -U laugh from the other side of the door >another day in the life
>>121430 Kek While my parents wouldn't disown me if they visited and saw N Solverpede impregnating Uzi hanging on my wall, I think they'd be a little worried
traps don't always work out, sometimes directly engaging the enemy is the only option. when significantly overwhelmed, she sticks to hit and run tactics, opting for swift immobilization of targets to secure a safe retreat. when dealing with small groups, however, her extensive knowledge of how best to dismantle disassemblers is put to good use.
>>121061 >You press down lightly on him >Then you release >Then you press down again, in a slightly different spot >Then you release again >N wiggles and gasps and utterly fails to suppress soft giggling as you delicately knead his exposed belly, feeling his internals yield and shift beneath your fingers >His fidgeting and gasping and giggling grows and grows in intensity until you suddenly hear a quiet, metallic slinking sound >N has just opened his maintenance panel
>You creep your hand higher and higher, past his soft and yielding stomach, toward the wide-open void in his chest that he's made by retracting his maintenance panel >Your rest your fingers on the edge of the gateway to the machine's most delicate inner workings and watch as his core involuntarily tries to shrink further into his chassis >No matter how much a drone may trust someone, granting access to one's core is always going to be a somewhat frightening experience >Therefore, you move slowly, making sure he can detect every move you make, as you carefully lower your hand into his chest >You bring your palm to rest on the seat of your N unit's soul, feeling his core tremble at your touch for a moment before the amalgamation of metal and flesh relaxes
>>121433 What on earth was he reloading capable of sending an outhouse to the moon? It's a good thing no one was in it at the time, though (no one was in it, right?)
>Murder Drones has already more or less fallen out of that small bit of the internet's collective consciousness it occupied >Now Skibidi Toilet gets to be in Fortnite and N doesn't
>>121443 I know it doesn't really make sense but I couldn't bring myself to give her blue eyes, I just like the warmth of their original color too much
>>121442 But he has two DDs in his house that he basically uses his dick as a wand to control He doesn't have to worry about much in the way of threats
>>121446 Yeah but is Fortnite actually any good? I haven't taken a stab at it myself but at a distance it just feels like WoW 2.0, which is to say it's a "this game isn't actually that great but it's super addictive and all of my friends are playing it so I guess I have to as well"-type game
A drone based on the Chupacabra, except instead of sucking goats it sucks dick >A couple of cowboys are gathered around the fire, eating beans and salt pork and shit >None of them say much, instead focusing on how one guy's mustache drops low enough to accidentally dip into his plate of food >They snicker at his misfortune >He notices and decides to get back at them with a sCaRy StOrY >"Say... Y'all ever hearda the "Chupacabra"?" >They straighten up and shake their heads >"Heh... well, they say she lurks these parts, looking for cowboys to wrassle to the ground while they're a sleepin..." >"R-r-really? What... does she do then?" >"She grabs em and ties em up... and then... >"She SUCKS em dry!" >He pauses, taking another spoonful of beans >"Not of blood or nothin. Of cum. Semen. Pearl jam. Nut. Splo-" >"Okay, Hoss, we fuckin get it. You don't hafta to list em." >"Anyway, that's all. I'm immune, what with my accidentally shootin my balls off. You aren't though, heh heh. Well, gnight boys." >He turns off the fire and turns over to rest, leaving his two younger coworkers shivering in the dark >They fail to see the seven glowing yellow eyes that watch them >
>>121436 >N's core pulses as you curl your fingers around it >Faster and faster, racing with growing panic >His screen displays growing discomfort as his teeth clench >Your hear the shriek of metal against metal as his hands retract and his claws deploy, anticipating danger >You keep your hand in place, gently cradling N's core
>The tempo of the core's pulse begins to slow >You hear metal sliding against metal again as N pulls his claws back >In spite of the more base elements of his programming's protestations of how unsafe it was to bare his core to another being, logic has won out >He knows you >He trusts you >He feels certain that there's no real danger in letting you cradle his soul in your hand
>N's core pulses slower and slower until it has been reduced to a soft hum, resonating in your delicate grasp, warm and lightly slicked with oil >Looking at his screen, you see [SLEEP MODE] prominently displayed in yellow text >You smile, and give his quietly-thrumming core one last pet before you delicately slide his maintenance panel shut >You pick your book back up and thumb your way to where you left off >After a few more pages, you grab your phone and start looking for places that can deliver to you by dinner time >All things considered, you'll probably be stuck here until N is finished with his nap, so you may as well get comfortable
>>121451 Eh. I'd put it at a solid 5/10 gameplay-wise, in the true definition of a 5/10. Not amazing and life-changing, but not bad by any means. You can make characters from popular media do dumb dances and Perfect Cell can wear Jordans, that's the main appeal. Aside from that it's a battle royale TPS.
>>121458 While TADC would be funny and I'd bet Gooseworx would be down for it just to make Pomni hit the griddy, you can see MD as an entire season crossover thing, like how they had Dr. Doom as a playable boss character. You'd find DD wings on the map and could fight Uzi to get [null] as a weapon or something.
>>121467 A date with an Oxygen tank? I bet he's a gas. He's also polite, always saying please and tank you. Maybe the relationship will e-valve further?
>Why yes, I do enjoy listening to Christian music. >Why my favorite group is The Hope County Choir >Famous last words from Anon before getting stabbed in the gut by Alice, moments after bursting in and screaming "Daeth to the Peggies!!!"
>>121472 >Hear a knock on the door >Go to see who it is >See *Image* >Run to bedroom and ignore the new knocks >Run into the bedroom and grab the rifle on the wall >Hear the door snap off its hinges with a distinctive crunch as my trembling hands shove the buckshot into the barrel >Put the muzzle in my mouth >Pull the trigger
>>121501 >DD >can see in 360 degrees in visual, thermal, electromagnetic, x-ray, and other spectra >threat detection, analysis, and elimination matrix >multi-functional assembly arms to make any tool or firearm necessary for the situation >hot core for snuggling in cold nights >built-in library of human compatible flora- will never poison you with the wrong mushroom >no prey- from the smallest rabbit to the largest bear- can escape, will be able to feed you indefinitely >cute, twink shape >huge disassembly dong and balls >loves to do anything
>>121447 >>121443 Agreed, the original orange fits extremely well with rhe brown hair and otherwise colourless design. Maybe something along the lines of rhe hallway ambush could work, but idk in which scenario such a 'glitch' could happen, maybe something similiar to EMP. Not sure if Sentinel Alice would feature one though
>>121510 Do you think there are people out there that don't realize DD's headbands are eyes? Like one dude just ogling a DD's ass behind their back while the DD in question stares back.
>>121527 >Sneakily ogle J's fat ass in your workplace >Try to sneak at least one glimpse every day, being sure to do it when she's looking in the opposite direction >Lately, it seems like she's been facing away from you more >Even when talking to you >That, and her skirt seems shorter >Must be a trick of the imagination
>>121410 >>121413 Oldfag here, I remember the actual lore. You see it's actually a guy, but they gave him a female chassis because they wanted to boost troop morale
>>121531 I think most of SD-O's lore has been forgotten with time, which is kinda sad, since I like when everything is archived. You could try to add some things to the wiki if you have time. I can't even remember when SD-O was introduced.
>>121530 >J walks by, her fat butt wiggling, hips jiggling as she sashays through the office >you can see her panties strain to contain her fat butt >unknown to you, J can see the growing bulge in your pants as she passes you by >you'll never see the predatory glean of her smile as she sees your reaction >the thrill of knowing just how much power her body alone holds over you >she 'drops' her stack of papers, bending over to slowly pick them up one by one
I know it was briefly mentioned last thread, but I really liked the idea that J was actually Miku or atleast a Miku-like idol before ending up in the dump
>>121538 >J later gets chewed out by corporate for taking over an hour to pick up the papers >You get chewed out by corporate for being unable to identify why you got no work done for an hour around the same time >Completely unrelated incidents
>>121545 Honestly I'm tempted to just ignore Liam's retarded "drone wigs are dead people" thing. Mostly because that's not how deceased human scalps work. And drones in general also separately figured out the wig thing so you'd assume that was something some other human in some other time figured out.
>>121550 It would effectively trap The Solver inside her body forever, it wouldn't be able to leave or find another host even if the opportunity presented itself. It would be forever stuck and unable to ever possess or influence Uzi.
>>121549 >During the final battle against Cynwalker, J was demoralized upon hearing Uzi use her own song against her >Not just demoralized, but also disgusted due to the only surviving piece of her legacy being a fucking nightcore version
>>121562 Hmmmm, maybe he should write all the deets on a piece of paper first and hand it to 'him' to read so he doesn't get shot down in the first .204 seconds
>>121577 I wasn't disrespecting her, I was just surprised to see a shіtрost OC I made while barely conscious has her own wiki page, especially since she only got the one piece of content
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>Go to drone Booru >See my shitty Uzi drawing on there I have no idea how to feel about this...considering this is my maximum level of skill, I can't draw any better than this
>>121382 There are a lot of them, they're in close proximity, inherently they're at some weird angle to the viewer (which makes perspective very important) and the rest of the body, and it's possible to do subtle things wrong that make them look substantially worse.
>Be Salonanon. >In the Middle of an otherwise normal Work day. >Jim has fallen asleep at the desk. >Avre snuck into the utility closet while on break from patrolling the rest of the block's storefronts. >You are just finishing up with your last customer: a meager worker drone wanting to touch up before an upcoming meeting. >You send her off and you start trying to figure out what to do in your newfound freetime as the Salon is now empty. >You could ‘try’ rousing Avre from your utility closet and hopefully not get sucked into the abyss in the proces- >Your thought process was cut short as you heard the front door open. >As a Dronesalon, your field of expertise usually limit's the type of customs you see entering the store to be well… drones. >You weren't expecting a Human, Let alone one wearing some sort of military gear setup. >One of the symbols You see on the shoulder pads you recognize, back from your trip to the sentinel Outpost. >he looks around the shop for a moment, pausing to look at the STILL ASLEEP worker drone sitting at the front deck, before turning back to you. >[”You Guys are rated for working on Sentinels, right?”] >Avre Pops her head out of the utility closet as you confirm that; Yes, you've worked on sentinel drones here. >[“Oh good, you don't mind me making a reservation for one then right?”] >He doesn't even give you time to answer as he steps back outside and whistles at something. >...
>. . . >Avre hears it first. >Before you question her sudden panicked expression, you hear it too. >Or rather, feel it. As the ground begins to shake. >stompstompstompstompStompStomPSTOMPSTOMPSTOM- >Something very big is approaching your shop. >Then you see it as it walks into view, almost completely obstructing the front of your Salon. >Its silhouette is only broken by 2 beady eyes at the top of this absolute hulk of a drone. >This thing must stand at least 16ft tall, if not more. >There is no way this thing fits in your store, unless it wants to renovate your store YET.FUCKING.AGAIN. >Instead, you rouse Jim (who somehow slept through a fucking HULK standing outside the store), and the 2 of start rummaging through the (now unoccupied) utility closet for extension hoses. >20 minutes, alot of hoses, and many concerned looks from onlookers later, you have established a “SMALL” cleaning area outfront of your shop to attempt to cater the “VERY LARGE” Drone outside. >Now Kneeled over a tarp you layed out, the drone sits as you start wondering two things: >1. Where did that man go. >2. Where's the head of the big drone? It was there earlier, now there's just a… closed hatch where it used to be. >Both questions are answered as the entire front of the drone's torso opened up, revealing both the pilot, sitting in an internal pilot area of the drone, bickering with the mech drone inside, which is nothing more than a Head and Set of arms attached to a rail system. >He leaves the mech and walks over to you as you watch the drone pout and close back up. >[“She's ready to go, just give her a deep chassis clean, i need her looking her best before a ceremony later today.”] >With the go ahead, You, Jim, and some help from Both Avre & the pilot start power washing the (surprisingly Dirty) Mech.
>At several points you see the Drone open the hatch slightly to peek through the port. >The pilot says he will handle cleaning the inside later, and make the drone keep the hatch closed so no water gets inside. >As you clean, the pilot climbs on top and starts spraying some sort of blue foam over the joints, greatly aiding the cleaning effort. (aside from the concerning amount of bubbling its producing) >After about 15 minutes, the dirt & gunk is mostly cleared, you move in to scrub out the rest manually with brushes and sponges. >The drone appears somewhat ticklish during this process, and you need to be careful not to get accidentally smacked by heavy metal and you clean the joints. >You are spared cleaning anything potentially dangerous like armaments, as they seem to been put off to the side before the cleaning started. >You get through getting the last bits of grime and gunk out of the warmachines joints, and move onto polish. >You are unsure if you even have enough polish to surface an entire mech, but you're sure as hell going to try. >Getting help from the others makes quick work of the drone, who's now shining like a freshly painted automobile. >Despite the rushed setup you made outside your store, the end result turned out pretty well. >No damage to the store, the drains deal with most of the dirt washed off the drone, and the tarp can be tossed to deal with the rest. >Oh, and 2 very happy customers. >they both thank you for the work, and the mech stomps off to someplace out of view (to the dismay of anyone in her path), while the pilot goes with Jim to calculate the costs of this cleaning. >All things considered, the pilot got a bargain, and you got 2 new customers. >Maybe even more, as when the pilot left, he mentioned something about [“Referring some friends”]. >You preemptively start ordering more hoses and industrial grade polish by the pallet. >(You)'re going to have a long week.
Introduction: Known as Cavalry Drones, Cavalry-Class Sentinel Drones, or Simply Sentinel mechs depending on who you ask, these large drones serve as a breakthrough unit to serve along side Reclaimer Drones (also known as ‘reclaimed’ Drones or Reclaimer-Class Sentinel drones) forces in New-Talladega’s rapidly expanding Military force. These Drones are (Usually*) accompanied by a Cavalry ‘Pilot’ which serves inside the drone as both the commander, support unit, and caretaker. Their size, armament, and role in combat can vary wildly from drone to drone, but these behemoths are a force to be reckoned with no-matter the task.
*Some early prototype variants did not have pilots.
History: Following the Rapid success of the Reclaimer drone program in 3070 (yes that date is correct), and the slow recapturing of Elysium-3 following the Battle of warpgate Beta, New talladega requested heavier armament to prepare for any further solver attacks, and to help recapture the rest of Elysium-3. While neither of these proclamations would occur, as the Elysium system remained Isolated from the greater colonies for another 5 years, not aware of the solvers defeat in 3071, and a Majority of Elysium-3 formerly populated continents becoming various “Drone restriction zones”, as the current population wasn't numerous enough to attempt repopulating, anything outside New-Talladega. Nonetheless, prototyping did begin with bigger, more heavily armed Drones, and eventually the first prototypes were made.
Prototypes: The first batches of these new drones were nothing more than an upscaled and uparmed version of their smaller reclaimer counterparts, many of these drones were used to test experimental systems and weapons, including larger versions of the basilisk arrays, and medium-high caliber artillery systems. During testing in early 3073, due to various undiagnosed and unaddressed mental anomalies in a few of the prototypes, they went AWOL and began a fight that lead to the destruction of testsite 2, leaving many dead and several prototypes unaccounted for: This list includes: A dozen or so mech prototypes, 5 relaimer-class drones with experimental systems, several autonomous vehicles, and at least one MBT prototype.
Final Designs: Following the Loss of testsite 2, all further prototypes were built with an interior canopy, allowing room for personnel to reside in during testing, this eventually started the pilot system, and in 3075, testing had concluded on the newly named Cavalry Drones.
Pilots: Like previously stated, pilots are both the commander and caretaker for their respective mech(s). Pilots can be eather Human, or another drone, and serve to assist & order the mechs both in & outside of combat. Due to the mech's size, they are heavily limited in both where they fit and what they can interact with, such as getting through doorways and handling ‘delicate” items. One way this was remedied was with the addition of a “internal body” for the mech, mounted on a rail system in the interior, which allows the mech to interact with the pilot and any items it is given the same way a normal sized drone can. Both Pilots and Mechs both say the interior body is a great addition.
Mechs: Variants. While the original prototypes where only about half as tall as the final product, a side effect of this was that the mechs systems can support almost every human weapon feasibly held by conventional armored vehicles: from LMG’s and grenade launchers, to shoulder mounted bombardment cannons taken off space faring frigates, and white hot energy lances that take a reactor to power properly. As such, this has caused a great amount of new roles and variety for these mechs, a few of which we will show here:
(A quick note, after this mech dumb is finished, most of these “example” mechs are free for anyone to steal and do their own characters with (besides bottom right i guess, they should prob go to Phoenix), the goal of these examples are just so you can see you can basically do whatever you fucking want with these guys, go crazy, go stupid, go horny.)
(Top Left) >Name: Skywatcher (also known as Shaun) >Role: Anti-air coverage) >Armament: 2 sets of twin 5in slamshot cannons, chambered in proxy-HE rounds, & 50x AD Missles, mounted as a replacement of the mechs “arms” >Notes: Great support asset, frontline usage not advice as, as he quotes: [“Proxy has a 500m Safety fuze, and these drones love to close the distance”] >Status: Pilot/Caretaker needed.
(Top Right) >Name: [No core] >Role: Drone Termination >Armament: A Modified Drone disassembly unit, seemingly merged with a Large caliber woodchipper, making an absolute affront to god, and one 30mm plasma autocannon. >Notes: Previous pilot retired, Previous core permanently put into stasis due to mental degradation. >Status: Needs Core & Pilot >Extra Note: Please for the love of god, dont watch the combat takes of this thing with audio, im going to hear the sounds of that “Dronechipper” in my fucking nightmares.
(Bottom Left) >Name: Called simply “the Lion.” >Role: Prototype, Escaped during the loss of testsite 2, currently wanted to recapture. >Armament: Nothing but really big hands and a Set of “Lion Long 9” cannons, firing SAP stun rounds. >Notes: Currently being tracked roaming Elysium-3’s Drone restriction zones, corporate considers this asset to be rehabilitable if captured, good luck anyone who tries getting that thing back. It's also said it likes ‘booze’.
(Bottom Right) >Name: Unknown >Role: Unknown >Armament: Classified, No one is brave enough to get near that thing when its not shut off to check. >Notes:The result of a Cultural exchange between New-Talladega Labs & Calibern R&D, They were Meant to keep the mech but it showed up in front of our facility in chains one day, so we just took it in. Everytime we turn it on it just starts screaming, so for now we just have it in stasis until we can get a certified pilot to try and calm it down. I'm just an engineer, not a therapist. >Status: Needs pilot, wellness check advised ASAP. >Extra Notes: We have no idea who her previous pilot was, but she seems to react negatively to the name “Holly”.
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>>121610 Does AO3 count? Because I use emoji decently often in the human biohorror AU that I made picrel for e.g. >J towered over Uzi, and leaned forward with predatory bent. >Creepy yellow eyes dripping with conceit and curiosity, probably backlit by necromantic energy, bored into Uzi's own. >She was dressed far better than Uzi was, and could probably give her the inside scoop on what N liked seeing, but like hell Uzi would be indebted to her for anything. >Uzi liked having a soul. >"What do you want? I'm busy, so make it quick and then buzz off," Uzi snarled. >"✨🩸 Your blood 🩸✨," came the cheery reply. >Had Uzi been out-edged in only two words? She was taken aback, but caught herself before taking a few steps back. >The unsung sword of her sharp, and witty, and original, free-spirited personality was forged from glorious steel that had been folded a thousand times. She couldn't possibly be this readily disarmed. or >"Cyn, if you're listening. Great job setting things up." >"I'm scared. And frightened a little bit. >"Nothing's working and I can't figure out why." >"You got me good. I have been completely 💯% had." >"You can come out now. And unlock the doors." >"And turn the network back on. It'll just get boring if you wait." or >"I will be your first. Correct?" Cyn's tone suddenly darkened and her eyes narrowed as they bored into N. >N would've honestly rather faced the tentacles again than this. >"Intimidating Glare." >"Well, uh, Cyn, you know, I..." >"What. Was. Her. Name?" Cyn demanded. >"And when are you available to attend a funeral 🪦?" she added in an inappropriately cheery tone. or >"Attack such a special and free-spirited guest who's made such a well-received contribution to our little event?" J said as she strolled over to Uzi, stuffing flair into each stride and sarcasm into each syllable. >She put an arm around Uzi's shoulders. >Uzi involuntarily shuddered. >It felt like a rather hot noose had been fitted around her neck. >N didn't feel feverish like this. >"And I could never ✨openly✨ harm someone whom my dear brother is so smitten with. I saw how conflicted he was just now, and that pained me." >"So....." Uzi said, trying to bring whatever game this was to an end. or >"I think it was a pretty good plan. I was sure we should be able to pull it off this time. Uh, what do you think, 'partner'? Can you give me a number crunch real quick?" Cyn asked. >"Uh, yeah, give me a sec. I'm coming up with...uh... 32.33 repeating of course percentage chance of failure," the nurse replied. >"That...seems high for messing around inside my brain," N replied. >"That's a lot better than we usually do. At our worst, we considered five percent survival rates a success." >The phone went silent, as if the nurse were thinking over that statement and how little it did to reassure N. >"Not for you lot, of course. Those chosen for W.D.O.S. 606 were always going to be special. There were plenty of others to clear the way. If you stand taller, you do so because you stand on the shoulders of the less tall. And on the rest of their skeletons. Best not lose your balance 🧘. There's plenty of room at the bottom." >>121609 >>116708 desu. I'll be continuing the story in a few hours.
>>121602 No anon, Thank you and everyone else on /md/ for making this Saturnalia so wonderful, here’s to many more :) >>121606 ;) >>121588 Why it’s a Saturnalia present of course ;), here it is:
>>121603 maybe either a bricky brownish red for the eye color or a seafoamy green and a sort of a light grey-brown for the hair, something like picrel but honestly go with whatever looks good
>>121616 >>121617 >>121618 good shit as always >>121623 poor Unknown... I want her to be happy, but if she's being given to Phoenix I can't imagine things are going to go well for her
>>121623 >(Bottom Right) >"She is wounded mentally, and broken physically, but she is the apex of our military science, and if it takes my blood and flesh to heal her wounds and rebuild her body, I will go for it. In the name of mankind." – the last words of [REDACTED], pilot volunteer, before the start of the mech test run at testsite 5.
Note from Dr. [REDACTED], supervisor of [REDACTED] base after the test trials: >"This time the bitch outdid sherself."
>>121657 Pretty sure she still does, not like she learnt any of what we got to see in 7. It's somewhat or very tragic honestly, from Alice's POV Nori was a reckless arrogant bitch and before 7 came out I remember most people here expecting Nori to be revealed just as such (due to most of the info we had back then coming from Alice). Now we know Nori was (at least) not responsible for killing everyone, the chance still exists that she was a bitch to Alice and others, tho we have no 100% proof for this being the case or not, it's up to everyone's headcanon at this point.
>Sure thought implodin all them folks was pretty slick~ Perhaps Alice means the core collapse with this, apparently all flesh and blood, every animal material except bones seems to have been consumed at the moment of the core collapse(that's technically headcanon, but how else are they picked clean, there are dead bodies in the permafrost from 40.000 years ago looking like new), chance is that Alice was with humans in CFL when it happened (Alice must have been in the upper levels already in order to make it into the saferoom she uses in 6). Alternative is tho, Nori killed either people or drones with her AS before and Alice saw it, unproven but that would be more along the lines of 'imploding' than whatever happened to humans during the core collapse. Idk wether Nori was posessed during that or it was something like Uzi and her flesh arrow in 4.
Anyways Alice is totally still hating Nori, if anything changed at all the entire encounter with Uzi made her think even worse of Nori. There is some potential for them making up, if they get to talking, but just like that one anon who wrote the green about Alice, Beau and core Nori in late September/early October, Alice wouldn't believe Nori's excuses
>>121661 >There is some potential for them making up, if they get to talking, but just like that one anon who wrote the green about Alice, Beau and core Nori in late September/early October, Alice wouldn't believe Nori's excuses Speaking as the author of that green, she believes Nori, she just still holds a grudge and won't pass up the chance to kick her while she's down.
Uzi is a Zombie drone, right? She died in the Hallway with N for a bit and then quickly rebooted, making her a Solver witch, right? Because there's no way Uzi's solver stuff wouldn't have activated until that moment, she does dumb dangerous shit all the time so it should've activated before the Pilot even started
>>121663 Oh right been sometime since I read it, that also fits. It took place before 6 right? Even if 6 takes the course it did, I think Alice would be better off in that scenario since Nori would know about her being there then.
>>121664 Technically we can see a glimpse of it working in the pilot when she subconsciously nudges the bullet fired at her off course. I can't say for certain if she died in the hallway where N stabbed her, at the very least she'd be horribly wounded.
>>121666 Years before, Satan. Idea is that this is an AU where Alice caught Nori as she was first making her way down to the cathedral level as a headcrab.
>>121664 I mean it could have happened right there, Uzi 'inheriting' the AS strain from Nori would explain why getting stabbed wide and deep througn the chest and coughing up oil like that didn't cause her to shutdown (iirc zds are 'dead' for a while after fatal error, at least for the first time before their core smh restarts everything which can take up to 5 years), instead remaining concious through out that which should have likely killed a normal drone to be fair tho, we saw one of Khan's friend get stabbed in the chest as well, it was different tho. He was stabbed with the stinger in the middle of the chest, in the core, Uzi was stabbed more through the shoulder. Nanite stinger is less damaging at first and maybe N didn't put acid in him so that's why he didn't die until decapitation Uzi and Doll are special cases, they are the only drones who were born with AS, so they were 'normal' drones until using it.
Now that I remember, we see Uzi in her speech (in sunlight which didn't harm her smh?) flash something about failsafe, so her failsafe apparently attempted to kill her, but only hours(?) after her having used AS. A inert/worn/broken failsafe is necessary for any zd or witch, so Uzi using AS to dodge J's fire but her failsafe (which is there specifically to kill the core when AS is detected) not working is just a plothole which I cannot eing any explanation for right now
>>121673 We can just say they are old or someone having figured out how to disable the restrictive programing so they are 'real' upon 'birth'. The bunkerdrones also have personalities but still, the difference between them and solverdrones and zombiedrones (N, V and J in thr manor were also zombiedrones I think) is pretty intense
>>121673 They started off as Pillbabies which are a self-learning network, so they already had a massive advantage also there isn't any humans around, remember if there are no humans around they'll learn and adapt.
>>121673 Liam's explanation is that the self-learning protocols of drones leads them to sapience under two (2) circumstances: self-rebooting (dying is a huge shock to the system), or going long enough without orders from a human and having to figure things out on their own (however long "long enough" is; Khan seems to have reached this point before the core collapse, judging from his talk of having his own Total Human Death phase).
>>121679 Jesus that's grim. poor wagie drones just trying to make a living, picking up food not knowing it'll be served alongside them because the company they work for wanted a few extra bucks
>>121679 >tfw your shift lead stuffs your internals full of stuffing, gravy, and cranberry sauce before ordering you to deliver yourself to a house on the disassembler side of town
>>121617 > the sentinel drones are creeping at the windows again also, i'm now imagining the mech's inner-drone to be detachable and carried around like a backpack you know, for when you need an extra pair of arms
>>121679 >>121681 >>121683 >>121684 >As the dronedash wagie walks nervously down the bad part of town, internals jostling full of foodstuffs and seasoning, a simple melody can be heard. >There is but one glimpse of a shadowy man following in the street light. >All the wagie can do is not turn around and keep walking. Neil Cicierega - Bega Interlude
>>121696 >your DD wife (begrudgingly) obeys your orders to spare the wagie >she helps you clean her out by scooping out the holiday stuffing from the WD's insides with her long, dextrous tongue >she only occasionally nibbles at the WD's wiring to tease her >the WD is a quivering mess by the time she's done getting cleaned out, her insides now thoroughly coated in your DD wife's nanite saliva
>>121683 >worker signs up with dronedash >keeps track of where dashers have "inexplicably" gone missing >makes sure she gets assigned to these areas (always primarily populated by DDs) >keeps a friendly face on, courteous and polite– gotta stay unassuming >until one of the freaks makes a move, and they almost always do >you can keep a lot of kit in a delivery pack. and a jury-rigged bootlooper is just small enough to fit in a doggy bag. >doesn't stop 'em like the real thing, but it keeps them weakened, disoriented >enough that a worker who knows what she's doing can hold her own and drop the oilsuckers with something as simple as a blunt object >funny enough, she always gets a 5 star review
>>121697 Imagine a threesome between you, your wife, and Little Snack Little Snack always clinging to you for help and continually thanking you for saving her It's just like the D.E.N.N.I.S. system from Always Sunny
>>121707 >abby hears you dont have a brain >Not realizing this is a joke, she pukes you a brain and it lands with a splat into your hands >She waits for your response thinking she did a good job
>>121697 it feels wrong that i find this hot but dang if the idea of a dd and wd being mutual lovers and having their own 'thing' going on to isn't hot maybe lil snack goes to wifey and the two 'check each other's internals' every now and again, with the moaning making it really hard for you to focus on your work when working from home
>>121688 I'm kind of shocked it's not more common to see than straight up robopreg considering two of the threads Uzi fankids involve Uzi being Solverpreg. It's at least the case with Akita and I recall some greens for Beretta going that route
>>121653 Fun Facts* about Uzi Doorman >Uzi is/was unfamiliar with how "sex" is supposed to work, and for the longest time legitimately assumed that things like tentacle hentai was depicting humans being tortured (hence why she has so much of it in her collection of 'edgy' stuff) >darkXWolf17 is one of the biggest regular users on Outpost 3-chan, and is notorious for being virulently racist towards humans and human-lovers >Uzi DOES in fact stink thanks to a combination of her 'oil' diet & all the Eldritch flesh inside and/or outside her body >Uzi is now Schrodinger's Solverpede in that her 'real' body is determinate on how she perceives herself during any given moment >Uzi & Khan are now on significantly better, with them regularly working on all sorts of creative engineering-related projects >Uzi & V can now be classified as Vitriolic Best Buds, although both of them wouldn't dare admit or acknowledge this in public >Uzi & Lizzy aren't necessarily friends now but their interactions are markedly less hostile compared to what it once was >Uzi & N share a mutual love for roleplay (and not just the lewd kind either!)
>downloader dronedr, the app for gay guys to meet gay drones >hoping i get matched with a fat assed twink >match almost instantly >set up a meet up >go to the location, a dark alley >a male sentinel approaches >dang, he got the curves >go back to his apartment with him >get ready to get frisky >shucks his outfit >turns out it's a female drone crossdressing >try to escape, but a bunch of dds and wds block the way >call 911 >scream that i'm being screwed by a bunch of women >they tell me to fuck off and stop rubbing it in their faces >mfw
>>121658 If you are >>119210, then: >>119235, But if you are >>119246, then sorry for not answering: >Spoiler Question is worded a little weird, but i think its a yes, if you manage to earn her trust enough to cuddle shes probably enjoy it as much as you would.
>>121712 >sentinel drone embarrassed by her quickly growing baby bump, the other girls teasing her as they all get a deep cleaning together >pregnant disassembler getting cravings for weirdly specific drones, struggling to fly with the extra weight >pregnant worker carrying out her duties on a construction site without a care in the world (she put safety gear and a hard hat on her baby bump, so it'll be fine) >heavily pregnant wagie drone resting her swollen belly on the counter, filling up the entire drive thru window, synthetic milk starting to leak through her ill-fitting uniform >ready-to-pop police drone lumbering hopelessly after a shoplifter, looping around to catch and pin the crook against the wall with her tummy >obscenely pregnant grunt drone waddling around the base having to carry around a belly as big as her, knocking over and squishing other soldiers whenever she turns
>>121653 Sure, have this that I did in 10 minutes, expect bad quality. >Uzi and V are in Uzi's room, there is literally nobody else at home, Khan is out working >In these moments, V and Uzi show their true colors, because, in reality, they stopped hating each other a long time ago >They are now watching some anime, they are both sitting in Uzi's bed >It's a sad anime, and now it's one of the most saddest scenes there is in the whole series >They are sitting in a way where Uzi is resting her back on V's chest, and V is hugging her trying to not cry >She is really trying her best to not cry "She just wants to be happy" Says V, her voice even cracking up a little >"Poor little maid, living a life of torture, and finally is going to be free" Uzi when she is really invested in an anime, starts to state the facts of what's happening, which V ignores since she knows she can't help it >"She will be happy, she just needs to trust in his friend" V answers, the scene shows a maid and a butler walking to each other, ready to escape, to be happy >V starts to cry when the maid and the butler hold hands, looking at each other; V starts to hug Uzi a bit too tight, even pulling out her claws by accident >"V, V! Claws!" Uzi screams, V not noticing how she started kneading Uzi's abdomen like a cat doing dough "Sorry!" But she stops in time for no damage to be done >They continued watching, the maid and the butler about to get out of that horrible manor >V and Uzi were visibly crying at this point in the scene, watching every frame of the video with complete attention
>Then the door to Uzi's room opens all of a sudden, it was N "Uzi~! I have a-" >Both of them see N at the door, there is an almost comical pause of them watching each other >V quickly thinking, stands up holding Uzi, and does a suplex with her, hitting Uzi in the back of the head on the mattress >"Goodbye stinking goblin" V jumps out of bed walking to the door "Please move N" "Sure thing!" An N does as he is asked >"I'm going to see Lizzy" And with that, V closes the door behind her leaving N >"You two could grow closer" N really wanted to see them being friends, but for now, he just helped Uzi sit down
>In reality, nobody knew how good of a friendship the two really had >The two of them felt really embarrassed at the thought of anyone knowing they do this one time every two days, and that every other day they just hang out >They plan to keep this a secret forever >And V didn't actually go to see Lizzy, she just hid in the ventilation while she waited for N to go away so Uzi and her could finish the anime episode
>>121724 >disassembly drone husband wants to see your growing child >he licks your baby bump repeatedly, tickling you as his long tongue dances across your abdomen, covering every inch until his nanite saliva has formed a warm goop that sticks to your skin >turning one of his hands into an ultrasound wand, he presses it against you >he looks you in the eyes as his visor displays the ultrasound images of your baby
Liam, GlitchX 2023 interview. >Q: How did the drones gain emotion? >I think the idea is that they have a sort of sentience that's necessary for performing tasks. >It was kind of a basic, limited version. >And I think we've implied that the kind of disaster that happened on the planet, that left them stranded, played to their adaptive kind of AI abilities. >It starts with you needing a sort of intelligence to not fall over. >To know that if you get pushed, you know, you should put your leg out like those creepy Boston Dynamics dogs. >You need a sort of intelligence to correct yourself, and the idea of the robots in this show is that they have that. >And it expands to keeping them alive in various circumstances. >So the entire planet of humans is wiped out. >They're gonna start prioritizing self-preservation and that is what led to this mirrored human society that they have. >Because that's the kind of environment that they were left with. >That's the basic idea there and we see even on Earth they have a kind of butler drones that are these kind of nerfed sentient-type guys. >Then you have these more damaged drones that Tessa's collecting, that they're kind of messed with enough that kind of adaptiveness takes over. >And if they're taken care of in a way that leads to them being more humanish, they'll grow toward that direction. >That's kind of the idea. Though as a fridge thought, the generation that immediately experienced the core collapse would do more 'adapting' than the ones who were born into worker drone society, which might explain why the teen drones act the way they do ('my friend wants to know if you killed her family, and if you're single')
>>121675 >N, V and J in thr manor were also zombiedrones I think They were, and have the armbands to prove it. For that reason, I find it hilarious that they make J out to be a bigot with the whole 'barely sentient' thing when she's actually basically right. Even in the finale, when we see Lizzy and Thad pop up after the big fight, what are they doing? Skateboard and texting, their cliché behaviors.
I figured out the loophole. >Order Dronedash and select the "I have a disassembly drone; serve the delivery drone, too!" option for an extra $30 >It arrives, looking nervous, then its harness locks into prey mode, trapping it in place, as all of the drone's "rights" are signed over to me >There's a look of unrestrained fear on its face as I drag it inside >"I lied, there is no disassembly drone. I need you to help me set up Christmas decorations.."
>You find John eating your microwave tacos >The last box you had in the bunker >You throttle him, screaming Go to Hell, man! >John tears up >"I wish I could."
>>121736 In my planet they outlaw disassembly drones eating worker drones, they have to eat alternatives now and drink canned oil, so much for Cal-3, is there any other way to get cheap worker drones?
>>121653 >"...And that's my outline for Episode 10 of the stream, covering the long-running dispute between Continental and Analytic Philosophy over the nature, meaning, and structural relations of doors, including whether they truly have meanings...ah who am I kidding? >Of course doors have meanings! >All the suspicious petitions in the world won't change that! >Anyway, I probably should've asked you this earlier, but what do you think, Uzi? >Will your old man go 'viral' on the 'interwebz'?"
>"Dad! Do not talk like that! Or or just stop talking at all! It's been over an hour!"
>"Condensing a life's work of thought and practice isn't easy. >When you've got a massive list of accomplishments under your belt, you'll realize that," Khan replied, in an attempt at passing on fatherly advice.
>Uzi jumped up. >Her hands were as rigidly clawed as a normal worker drone could get them, twitching as mounting frustration finally boiled over. >It was amazing that it had taken as long as it had. >There was not very much of Uzi to mount over, after all.
>"I have plenty of accomplishments, remember? I killed the unfriendly neighborhood Murder Drone squad leader! With the rail gun designed by me, built by me, and considered pointless by you! >Then I killed her again when she came back as ugly on the outside as she was on the inside! And I tamed a whole 2 (two) other Murder Drones! And after Lizzy and Doll, whom you set me up with by the way, tried to kidnap and eat me, I escaped and helped stop Doll's rampage against the prom! >I have a lot of accomplishments. >Probably more than you at this point."
>Khan twitched. >What Uzi had done, or seemed to do, in the few months since she first left the bunker was impressive. >She did not seem to realize it, but she took after her parents in that way. >Some part of him always knew that a day like this would come. >As fiercely independent as Uzi believed herself to be, the power of her pedigree was undeniable. >The few who had survived the fall of Outpost 9, or who had access to the tightly-suppressed information about what had happened to the other colonies would never say that Khan was a do-nothing. >That his daughter had lived long enough to think him useless, and felt comfortable enough to say it, might just be his greatest achievement. 1/5
>>121745 >"Uzi. I-" He began, but much like her Mother, when Uzi got going she was unstoppable.
>"And I only agreed to listen to your 'short pitch' so that you'd tell me about the necklace. >The necklace, remember? The one Mom had?
>Sorrow flashed over Khan's face. >Of course he remembered. >Khan had been trying to stall Uzi, in the hope that she would grow bored and run off to do something else. >Khan would even take Uzi going and playing with her massacre bot 'friend' over her staying here and badgering him for answers. >One of the many many advantages of doors was that they were magical objects that could block openings, that could bring unpleasant confrontations to a halt. >Khan had perhaps been excessive with them, but with all that had happened, much of the old fire had left him, taking with it his willingness to step up and face the music.
>"Of course I remember! I could never forget. >I've just been busy getting the livestream set up, and we never really get the chance to talk..."
>"Gee. >I wonder why," Uzi said.
>"This sort of thing is something you'd know more about than me, and so naturally I wanted to bounce ideas off of you," Khan said.
>"You're not just stalling to get out of some 'big traumatic life-changing reveal', are you?" Uzi asked, miming the quotation marks with her hands.
>"Nonsense. You may not think it, but I do know you. >Better than anyone alive. >If I were stalling, or refused, that would only make you more determined to find out what I was hiding. >Not that I'm hiding anything. >I'm as transparent as a glass sliding door."
>"And yet, I just spent an hour learning a lot about doors, and nothing about this necklace. >Just tell me, already. >I've got to get back to N and V before they hunt down Doll," Uzi replied. 2/5
>>121673 I have always just sort of assumed that drones are inherently sentient by default, hence why the human mistreatment of them bothered people like Tessa so much to begin with.
>>121749 Tessa was just autistic she's not a good variable. But, they have to be sapient since they all flinched in fear after witnessing James brutalize that one with a fork
>>109326 >You're not even sure if you're ready for that yet, considering how you reacted the last time Harper carried you around while flying, but the idea of flight is simply too enticing to you now that you're the one in control. Avre's usual hyperactive voice calls out to you from the log >"Oh btw, you're on training mode, so you can ease into this stuff without blowing your friggin head offfff~" >Well, that's real ominous. What, did this happen before with some poor recruits? Hopefully not, but nevertheless you feel the need to fly. The desire for elevation that some Drones feel. Like turbo-uppies or some stuff like that. Whatever, it's not like you ever had someone do that to you before Harper... >You turn to the skies and activate "Wings." Immediately, you hear some machinery activate before a little *Spring* sounds off from behind you. You feel... Something sticking out of your back, clearly your wings, but while you can feel them you can't quite move them. There's like, one joint where they meet your back that kind of moves a little like a wrist, albeit limited to small adjustments. >You also can't see them, so they're obviously not large like Harper's. Avre once again chimes in >"Oooooooohhh, I like the little bug wings!" >You look under your armpit and, just like Avre said, there's a pair of rectangles with smooth-ish edges sticking from your back. They're not particularly long, but their width is notable. Guess this is for more aerodynamic movement. Now, how would one operate them? They can tilt a little but they're hardly flappable. You give a little hop, only to find yourself not exactly going down. It's like you're buoyant in some capacity, but making this work is going to be a little hard to figure out. >You close your eyes and try to focus on your body's position, tilting your neck forward a little bit as if you're trying to simply "Move" in that direction. To your surprise and mild elation, you find yourself actually moving forward without touching the ground. You tilt your head upwards while stretching your neck, and to your further joy you feel yourself beginning to rise, the rain on your face growing in speed as you rise above the canopy. >You cease your tilting and move into a more neutral position, like you're doing a summersault in some strange way. You look around, the rainforest stretching for miles in every which way. It's got a mysterious vibe to it, even at this height. You smile like a goofy moron before tilting forward and blasting off. Although not too fast, roughly 50 miles an hour it's still not shabby at all for supposed "Training mode". Yet you're having trouble steering, with very wide turns regardless of how you tilt your neck and head. That is, until you stretch out an arm and make a sharp turn. >In that exact moment, you realize the reason behind your wing movement, tilting them in ways that allow you to make smaller, more precise turns. It's hard to memorize the exact motions, but the fact that you're making such graceful turns makes you feel incredibly proud. It gets to the point that you start laughing giddily as you do midair loop-de-loops and spins. Suddenly, you hear a familiar warm voice. One that you already started to miss... >"HEY LITTLE BUDDY!" >You turn around to see Harper rocketing towards you with her wings, and she abruptly embraces you. >"MY LITTLE GUY IS FLYING! YOU'RE A SMART ONE AREN'T YOUUUU?!" >You feel kind of weirded out by how she's speaking to you, but she lets go and gives a slight cough >"Sorry, I just got kind of excited with how easily you took to flight, lil' guy. Anyways, you might want to get back to Avre, she gets..." >Harper turns, and you follow her gaze to see... >A log with wings and a little Drone face peeking out from inside. Jeez, she really likes that thing, doesn't she? 37/??
>>121753 Sorry. We only have standard models in stock and there are only two left. Most of 'em got bought out by some smelly blonde woman with a pink streak in her hair.
>buy trucknuts as a joke >U-U asks what they are >tell her that they're "tasteful accessories" so she doesn't get mad at me >now my she wants some and says if I loved her I'd get her some do I come clean or accept it or what?
>>121757 >the bunker-apartment has been redecorated with pieces of broken furniture and bullet holes, the front door torn from its hinges >a ceiling fan lazily turns in the lubricant-scented air, a silent witness to the massacre that took place >the walls have been painted with spatters of oil >a family of 5 worker drones once lived here >now, there's only you and him >as your hungry boyfriend invaded their home and tore them to shreds with claw and tooth, you stood there and watched every detail- heard as they begged for mercy and died one by one >you sit on the end of a couch, big enough to comfortably seat the entire family-turned-dinner, the rest occupied by deluxe N >it creaks and groans beneath his weight- like all disassemblers, he's much heavier than he appears >his long, powerful legs hang over the other end of the couch while he rests his full head of silver hair on your lap >he smiles up at you, occasionally licking at oil-stained lips, his digital eyelids heavy as he redirects power to his digestive organs >groans and burbles ring out in the otherwise silent air, rebounding off the concrete walls of the bunker-apartment as eldritch guts process his meal >your hands run through his silky silver hair as you whisper praises to him, your big, hungry killer, your hunky murderbot, your genocide machine >you rub his chin playfully as you tell him how proud you are >he smiles as he slips into a food coma, drooling in your lap as you close your own eyes >when N wakes up, he'll be full of pent up energy and you know exactly who he'll spend it on >the two of you will make every bed in this hovel unusable before moving on
>>121796 Big enough to work inside most appliances For the really small appliances, the interior is actually much bigger thanks to quantum folding Just think of them as a head shorter than Uzi
>>121792 Unless you want nuts in your face, come clean Two outcomes, nuts your face anyways while you sleep because they love fuckin with you, second outcome is that they find it disgusting andnyou for a week at minimum
>>121816 >(S)ally finally has tits. >She finds them decidedly unwieldy and annoying when trying to move gracefully through gunfire. >[Insert Highschool of the Dead boob physics gif]
A Midget Drone just broke into my house and started eating the berries from my fridge before scuttling away between a crack in my wall. The fuck do I do?
>>121504 >Instead of hearing the bang of your rifle blowing apart your skull you hear nothing- >Scratch that you hear rapid metallic footsteps rushing up to your room >A strange surrounds your firearm, accompanied by an unknown force that's stopping you from opening your mind >The rifle is flung from your arms into the open hand of your "savior" >Behind her stand over a dozen fidgety DD's >The small drone snaps open your gun like it was nothing and empties your rounds onto the floor before tossing it over her shoulder and staring at you with that same look. >You know they have you dead rights, you figured that HoDR wouldn't have been able to respond so quickly to your pro human-on-human posts. >And here you are now surrounded and about to pay the price for you insolence >The small drone dressed as a maid winks at you >"[Giggle] Drone Pile Time" >And thus the hoard descended upon you, like vultures to a rotting corpse in the desert. >And it all went dark.
>>121867 >worker drone in class makes a grammatical error or spelling mistake >he is instantly set upon and consumed by N >the teacher is quietly happy about this
Finally got the 'Sentinel' Alice leg design to both actually serve some purpose and look like I envisioned, need to do all the detailing and proportioning still but all the springs rods and joints are put together in a working manner giving very good legs now
>>121879 REAL 029 has it actually, if you ctrl+f Amda in this or last thread you'll find what I mean. Need to incorporate that into the next fulleffort Alice, up to date with design then. Looking back pic rel from August is completely outdated, not just that I can do better now, it also has perspective desaster on the face, inaccurate pattern and lacks both her black streaks as well as the almost completely visible midsection (tho she doesn't have it that strongly in canon, 20-30% exposed in contrast to 95% or more in the concept art)
I was going to draw Yvvone, and bunny suit N today but i got stuck playing Books of Hours and Darktide today so im just posting Merc's plushie. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Fuck you lmao
>>121885 The ponytail? RmThere is some art that has her missing it entirely and I have an abandoned one with her in a lake that would have her with wet, more stringy downgoing hair but was too hard to make. Alice with long hair is weird to think of. Would she not wear a helmet then? Also now rhat you say it every girl I was ever into had the same hairstyle and colour, just a shame I never saw blackstreaks in brown hear yet. Can neither find pics of it
>>121888 THANK YOU 🙏🫵💯 >8 trips 8 is always Alice's lucky number, back in 23 almost every post I made with a new drawing used to end on '188, and rhe Alice quints from February or March were '88888. >Arice A Japanese Alice is long overdue indeed
>>121887 I did draw this jenny though and i have the urge to share it but i am not going to wait 15 minutes to post it to 4chin so ill pist it here. Its a robot it counts right lmao
>>121893 You're welcome, Alicefriend. >8 is always Alice's lucky number, back in 23 almost every post I made with a new drawing used to end on '188, and rhe Alice quints from February or March were '88888 Alice is blessed so it makes sense someone as devoted to her as you would be too.
>>121909 I know, Alice always does the \/....../\ Disappear down and pops up somewhere else But imagine man... She's yapping something ans suddenly 💥🔥✨🫵 onto you all close doing that weird slowtalking she does sometimes >'cept her yaller aiiiiiisssssss~ With the wide warm candelelight eyes and the sharp teeth, what an idea
Also that look here is so cute, Alice imo easily rhe most charizzmatic character in MD, even if it's the exxagerated swagger of total mental patient type of it
>>121918 I feel like with Tessa and J you can't really do one or the other, it has to be a package deal. Tessa probably deserved what happened to her the least out of anyone, but she'd also never be satisfied with a "happy ending" where one of her drones remains miserable.
>>121747 >It seemed that Khan's 'talk her ears off about doors until she storms off' strategy had run out of steam. >Or rather, the seriousness of the situation meant that the old tricks would not work. >What had happened with Yeva's kid was not something that could be waved off as a freak occurrence or a mere curiosity-of-the-day. >Khan had pushed Uzi to go to prom alongside the cheerleader duo, and in doing so pushed her away from himself and into the arms of that annihilation automaton. >The relief that he felt that Uzi was unhurt hardly edged out the embarrassment and regret he felt over being on the wrong side of the doors during that event. >Or sending her off into the 'care' of the drone who had been causing all those mysterious disappearances. >Well, after the obligatory WDF inspection of Doll's house, they were not exactly 'disappearances' any longer.
>Khan knew that Uzi's room was not full of dismembered corpses (yet), though he feared she would take 'design ideas' from Doll's edgy sense of home décor. >He wanted to believe that meant that whatever had happened to Doll was not happening or going to happen to Uzi. >He could not, though. >Their father-daughter relationship had cooled with time, and he knew she could easily hide things from him. >Even setting aside the surface, the population of Worker Drones was not what it had been, and large sections of the bunker complex had gone entirely untouched since the humans had had their little accident. >And she was under the influence of a crowd of Murder Drones, maybe even 'experimenting' with their wicked ways in their corpse-spire. 3/5
>>121927 >Khan worried that Uzi would take to that lifestyle, and then she'd be lost. >Like Doll was. >Nori and Yeva had popped up, literally, at the same time in the same place. >There had been a lot of weirdness around them, in those early days. >There was a lot of weirdness around their daughters now. >It could not just be a coincidence. >Khan wished, as he did every night when he rolled over and looked at the empty half of his bed, that he could build a door big enough and thick enough to keep the past out forever. >That was a fantasy, no different than the ones from his younger days, when he thought the newly-liberated Worker Drones could do anything.
>The past was coming for them, whether they liked it or not. >The only question was whether they would open the door to face it head on, or cower while the door was smashed to pieces. >Khan would never sacrifice a door in vain; not even a figurative one. >He had done enough stalling. >Uzi was as persistent as ever, and clearly not going to give up after what had happened earlier. >He could at least give her what information he had; maybe it would make a difference when it came to keeping herself safe. >Despite her impulsiveness, she had a good head on her shoulders. 4/5
>>121928 >"Ha ha. Of course I remember. They - Nori and Yeva- were wearing those when we found them."
>"Found them?" Uzi asked, as pieces connected inside her mind.
>"Yes, 'found them'. >Don't just take my word for it, I've got pictures."
>"Hard evidence?"
>"Follow me, Uzi," Khan said, as he turned toward the doors that held back the evidence of his greatest failure.
>They walked and stopped at the closet housing the materials Nori had produced after her condition...worsened. >Khan solemnly pulled out a key and inserted it into its hole, stopping to think of the unforgettable purple ball of insane energy and how much Uzi was like her.
>"After the core collapse, I didn't notice the collars..." 5/5
Alright. I don't like doing this since it spoils what I'm planning, but... I'm intending on taking that other T design and making a Mega-Man x Murder Drones story, mostly inspired by the Megas and a bit of the Protomen. I'm not the best writer, so bare with me; But, I was wondering what I could do for Guts-Man, should they be a Drone equivalent or just be a Boxon robot? Any other advice or ideas would be helpful, friends.
>You're cornered. This is it. That *thing* that's been following you for the past few days has finally caught up to you. >You make your way to an old prison. You don't even read the faded letters on the building. You simply rush inside, trudge through the halls, and find a titanium-barred cell. >You lock yourself inside. >You hear the rumbling steps of the monstrosity following you. It rounds the corner, and finally, you get a good look at it. >The thing's face is so familiar it nearly enraptures you and makes you take your hand off the nasty gash it gave you when it first ambushed you. >"Abby?" You question. >Through the exposed sinew and the still-pulsing heart in the center of the cyborg's chest, and even the Disassembly Drone limbs and metal shoddily grafted to parts of her body,. . . >This was the Ice Queen. >Now, the Ice Queen was locking her three arms around the cell, desperately reaching for you with her clawed hand. The idea to cut the bars down hadn't even crossed her famished self. >"Lieutenant!" You yell, stumbling onto your feet as blood seeped through the just-dried scab near your stomach. >You know you're going to die. Best die a soldier---remembered by one of the only few you felt cared for your life. >War was your home, and the soldiers that died around you were your family. Your superiors were your fathers and mothers. >"Good evening, Lieutenant. Private Lambert reporting for duty," you yell in your raspy, weak voice. >Abby stops rattling the bars. She meets your gaze. You almost feel like the old Ice Queen is still in there. Only for a moment. >"Finish me," you tell her as you begin unlocking the gate to the cell. "Kill me, Lieutenant. I. . . can't continue. Not like this." >Your blood-soaked fingers slip as you try opening the door for her. As if Lieutenant Abby understands what you're telling her, she grunts and slices the lock and handle in one. >You make way for your Lieutenant---for one of your family. She steps into the cell. You give her your best salute even with the nerves in some of your fingers being severed by her earlier attack. >"I'm rotating the night watch," you tell the creature. You know it is Abby no more. You step forth and. . . feel warmth against your chest. >Your family is hugging you. You feel the beating of her heart against yours. >"Good evening, and. . . good night, Lieutenant Abby." >The creature croaks. Its throat clicks for a few seconds before speaking in some mimicry of your old commander's voice. >"Goodbye, Lambert."
Hope you guys enjoy it! Tried writing something (somewhat) short and simple, but I hope it's able to get someone in the feels.
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don’t wanna seem like an attention whore but i got a question i’m curious about: what is my art known for? i don’t mean something simple like drawing N a lot, i mean more like the vibes and recurring themes and/or the style and the way it looks. 🤔
>>121947 Generally rather calm, I like the laidback vibes your art gives. >>121952 Funny little beasts and surprisingly decent quality for a funposty artstyle
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>>120732 Yes. Those are my original work. The lighting test version was already posted at >>118453 and on the booru. Incidentally, >>121958 is also mine. >>121961 2023/12/25
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>>121981 >continuing For anyone following along, the first three chapters/parts are archived on the booru at https://dronebooru.co/posts/7414, and on AO3 at /works/58468072 Chapter 4 didn't seem to have been capped, so I'll post that before moving on to new content.
>>121953 this model is weird, made it using design aspects I usually don't like or get annoyed by. like diamond chest screen's, different hand lights, weirdly human drone body's. but I don't hate it. I fully expected to hate this model and let it rot in my files when I was done with it
Ive never done this kind of femanon type autism before but... >TAKING pieces off her Minis and THROWING them into the carpet! >"ACCIDENTALLY" spilling COFFEE onto her First Edition Horus Heresy books! >SHARPENING her SWORD without her PERMISSION! >TELLING Phi that Y LOVES HER! >GIVING Delta permission to WANDER OFF! >TELLING her that her plans are STUPID! >KISSING Mini-Y right INFRONT of her! >ASKING Trinity to give Y DATING ADVICE! >CHANGING the channel when her favorite HISTORY SERIS comes on! >MAKING fun of her STUPID ACCENT! >CHALLENGING her to a GAME and LEAVE after winning the FIRST ROUND! >WRESTLING her and making her BEG to be RELEASED! >TELLING her to THIN her PAINTS! (You know who you are LMAFO, I know) >TAKING her to BED and FALLING asleep without even TOUCHING her! >READING her INANE Self-insertXCain FANFICTION to her SQUADMATES! >LEAVING lint all over her UNIFORM! >GIVING Y's hat to Phi, NEVER to be seen EVER AGAIN! (Creepy ass bitch) >TAPPING the WRONG KEY whilst she is playing PIANO!
>>121981 >>121989 >After a while, longer than J had thought possible when she first fell into the abyss, J slammed into her final destination. >The absolute bottom. >She could fall no further because there was nowhere further to fall. >Beneath not-so-solid rock lay only the planet's hollowed-out, corrupted core. >The entire point of her endeavors tonight and all the other nights was that her own hollowed-out, corrupted core would continue to beat, would stay separate - isolated, alone - from the warm mass that would otherwise engulf her. >Kept aloof by a not-so-solid shell. >But in the end, everything had been for nothing and it was only a thin crust that separated her from- she knew she was not deserving of or lucky enough for 'oblivion'.
>What lay there, in the nightmare realm of things beyond her imagination? It was not worth thinking about again. >She, necessarily, could not imagine what it would be like, while she could perfectly imagine that, regardless of what transpired, the only certainty would be her continued suffering. >The details could be left to future J. >That poor wretch, who had only a past torn to nothingness behind her and a future that would either end in utter horror or (perhaps worse) not end at all ahead of her.
>It might not be inevitable. >Boss was a messy eater. >The surface and most of the underground infrastructure would be scoured clean, but down this deep there might seriously be a chance. >If J laid low until everything was finished upstairs, and She went off to the next planet, or galaxy or universe or whatever plane of existence She truly moved on, then she could crawl out and...and...and think of something to do. >Everything outside of this planet was already dead, as meticulously documented by none other than herself. >Even if she could find a ship, or jury-rig a vessel from the ones scattered over the planet's surface, there was not really anywhere to go. 36/??? The full version of >>120719
>>121996 >But if she stayed? The planet would be reduced to shards softly spinning through clouds of debris. >It would be tremendously high risk. >And everything of interest would likely be non-operable. >Then there was logistics to consider. >She would be thirsty, unbearably thirsty in a galaxy drained of every drinkable drop. >But that was the end state even if/when their deal with Cyn was carried through: they would be left alone to suffer whatever terrifying fate death by starvation looked like for a Disassembly Drone. >Careful rationing would tide her over for a journey anywhere, but that would only delay the reckoning. >As much as J hated to act without a well-considered plan, too much rode on the ultimate outcome of the struggle on the surface.
>Who the victor of that bout would be was not one of them. >There was not a point even to calculating the probability of Boss's defeat. >But after, would Boss come after her? Was there a point in trying to hide from something that could sniff out her soul and trickle poison into her ears from across the void? J had no data and no way to collect any. >In the positive scenario, Boss would somehow lift the oil-curse from her, then send her on her merry way. >J would even settle for continued monitoring, as long as that thing was not breathing down her neck or toying with her as part of its cruel games. >Everything she had done had to count for something, for some real reward. >Not another monkey's paw-type situation. >But if that were true, would she not be up there? Her earnest efforts had only received mockery, not acknowledgement. 37/???
>>121997 >Permanent death would also be acceptable. >By all standards of morality, she would have more than earned it, for all she had done to settle humanity's accounts. >The masses of cold steel and cracked ceramic she had left in her wake naturally did not count. >And the entire point of death was that conscious experience, all the uncertainty and doubt and regret and suffering, would cease then and forever more. >It was funny, that thing they called death. >That they had called death, before it had called them its own. 38/???
>>121967 Jagged, rough, angular art. Somewhat geometric. Use of lines for shading. Unusual facial expressions, with unclear and ambiguous emotion, toothy mouths, squashed eyes. Botox mouths, tired eyes. Expressions that don’t ever quite look sober, like the lights are on but nobody’s home. Your style is most certainly unique and recognizable, kudos for that. For the content of the art itself, pornographic goes without saying. Nuzi, mostly. “Weird”, but in a way that reads more as intentionally weird, gross, or edgy, rather than actually formed inside an unhinged mind in earnest. A persona of being vicious, and a fiend. I imagine you’re really a nice, fairly normal individual.
>>121952 A style reminiscent of Microsoft Paint. A surprising amount of detail and quality masquerading as a scribbled funpost. Cartoonish, the perfect style for what it is. Usually jokes and funny stuff. Carries the vibe of something not meant to be taken too seriously, rather just for shits and giggles. Sometimes I don’t understand the jokes, but that is likely a byproduct of me missing context rather than something on your end. You capture Vickers Girl energy with a lot of your drawings. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were a Vickers Girl yourself. Also shamelessly sexual army lesbians.
>>121947 Relaxed, with soft colors. Flat, sometimes hard to sense depth. Not professional, but noticeably stylish. Cartoonish, but not in a pretentious way. The contents of the art are usually comfy and cute. It’s mostly just N, though. The other anons were right about “calm”. Your art is like a good ol’ reliable compared to something exciting and new.
I thought the threads were dwindling for a little while but I’ve seen lots of energy for a few days now, I think it really was just exam season sapping everyone’s collective brain energy
I can't believe that Liam Vickers himself descended from the heavens and beat Jane to death with his bare hands before proceeding to announce Murder Drones would be sold to Amazon
>>121807 I passed another exam at university today, there will be another one in a week and another one in another week. Then there will be a new year and January, which is also FULL of exams.
>>122061 I don't think so as much as the worker drones have already been portrayed as wages since last year, it's just now we're poking at the idea a bit more
>Watching the Qhristmas Channel to find some good holiday movies >All of them literally have the same plot, with a plucky successful career woman drone going to her hometown for the holidays and meeting a human hunk and falling in love >Literally none of them have Santa or anything else to do with Christmas >Change the channel to see if there's anything better on the number drone network >It's just 8 Crazy Nights interrupted every three minutes by infomercials from MG and JC on loop
>>121998 >There had been a time when 'death' was nothing but a never-consulted entry in a dictionary fed into her semantic processor. >In those halcyon days, remembered only in bits and fragments from segments of corrupted logs, J-10X111001 had been nothing but a standard-model worker drone with no need for such a word, except to understand and better serve humans who might use the term. >In that junkyard, surrounded by the shells of decommissioned units
-entombed with corpses-
>it was one of the initial high-probability descriptive tokens forwarded from some newfound recursive functionality of her natural language processing pipeline to her self-representational adaptive intelligence core
-one of the first words that came to mind-
>There had been a high-risk, low-certainty situation that activated built-in unit preservation protocols
-she was terrified beyond belief-
>What a time that had been. >Her newborn consciousness had rapidly come to move two concepts from innocent terminology to knowledge most personal: loneliness and death. >Each was terrifying apart, but together they were impossibly vexing; the sort of thing that overloaded her already overburdened consciousness as it attempted to bootstrap itself into person-hood. >That which would be J was alone, completely alone, yet surrounded on all sides by drones indistinguishable from it. >Unmoving, unresponsive, uncomprehending, uncomforting and as unseemingly unlike the drone in behavior as they were undistinguished from it in form. >It made no sense. >Except they were 'dead' and she was not. >That was death. >She had not wanted to be dead. 39/???
>>121994 we already perfected the art of Y torture threads ago >hack Y so she has to follow your every command >order her to go through every model in her backlog, lovingly building and painting every last one >as soon as the paint on the last model has dried give the next order: >she has to eat every single model, down to the last guardsman >saving that big, expensive-looking, all-metal spacecraft for last
>>122079 >The manor was another variation on the theme. >There were drones like her as she was, drones like J as she had been, and humans. >Death was all around, often inflicted by the last of these on the least of these, at least, when Tessa's motley collection of illegalities were not freezing up of their own accord. >She did her best, her absolute best to avoid it, and even to shield the others from it. >Her last free moments were spent trying to ward it off. >But death came for everyone and everything there, on that planet. >Or at least, for everything She had not claimed for Herself . >Funny, that. >When death could end J, she had not wanted it. >When she wanted it, death could not end her. >Those accursed paws never stopped.
>But maybe that was the rub. >Or the rut. >Or both. >J was J. >On the surface, her behavior had changed little since the manor. >The same person running the same analysis with the same parameters in the same general circumstances ought to get the same results. >Maybe she was not tossing the dice and being handed the same roll again and again by fate. >Maybe the dice were there, stationary, and all she had ever done was turn her head away from them, as if her abject permanence could be undone by setting her sights on some other object. >If there were some way to reach out and grab the dice, what would happen? Might a switch-up be in order? 40/??? >as if her abject permanence could be undone by setting her sights on some other object. Lovely bit of wordplay.
>>122082 >Of the options before J, the least likely was her joining that traitorous little trio in their death ride against Cyn. >Some part of them, and probably even that Disassembly Drone-taming worker, would overflow with joy to see that. >They still cared about her, somewhat, and she...had excised whatever part of herself held them in any regard. >Or she had tried to, at least. >They had suffered so much together, for so long. >They were all they had, even if perhaps, certain repeated actions or statements did not fully reflect the value, or values of the team. >Undoubtedly, such...sub-optimal behavior contributed to everyone finding themselves in the dire straits they were currently in.
>If she did fly up and make it in time to join forces with them, the reactions were not hard to imagine. >N would jump up and down in excitement. >V would needle her, condescend to her, but internally feel relieved. >The little worker would be unbearable. >Boss would say something like
>"Well done, J. >I said I was 'starving' and so you have brought me another morsel. >Not that you were off the menu to begin with. >Giggle."
>and then proceed to thrash them. >That was what those fools had overlooked. >What J, the fool, had structured her entire unlife around. >Beyond the thing's unfathomable powers, it had wormed its tentacles into every facet of their beings. >If they were to plot against it, it was only through its acquiescence. >If they were allowed to execute their schemes, they could do so only because She like seeing them squirm, appreciated the bitter tang of desperate futile flailing. >The assembly of their plucky band of resistance would last only as long as Cyn deemed it sufficiently entertaining. >Then they would find themselves undone in an instant and that would be that. >The logic was unassailable. >The conclusion Absolute. 41/???
>>122084 >So then J was still stuck in the rut. >She carved out the same grooves in the same wounds with the same knife, and despaired that she was not healing. >But that was what the logic of the situation dictated. >The logic, the logic, the logic. What about this was logical? Her brooding and calculating had gotten her nowhere. >Reason boiled and disintegrated in Her yellow rays, in the warping of everything, and matter pulled out of nothing. >J's wings were not deployed. They were not stowed away. They were not anywhere. They did not exist. >They simply were not. Until she called for them. >She was some unholy hybrid of flesh and machine, held together by that thing's power. >She, they, everything, had long since transcended petty thought. >On some level, she knew that. >Her self-imposed stasis was born from despair, not discernment.
>What if she threw it all to the wind? Acted on impulse? >She could resolve to once more rally the spirit of the gala, make her final act in this world, in this form, of her own free will, one of spite toward the entity that had taken everything from her, alongside others similarly wronged. >It was impossible to interpret Cyn's actions toward her on the surface as anything other than hostile indifference. >No, indifference would have been tolerable. >It was active malice. >J still remembered that smirk and dodge as her head flew past. >It would be foolish to believe that her fate would be any different from those who had not deluded themselves into thinking they were on Cyn's 'team'. 42/???
>>122082 >>122084 >>122089 >Lovely bit of wordplay. agreed. also I don't think I mentioned it when the part was originally posted, but "hunter's cross" is such a great term for the DDs' X eye
>>122098 I'm sure if you write an essay on dronechan threadlore instead of whatever the essay on the exam is supposed to be about you'll get perfect marks
>>122089 > Even V, that put-upon pushover, had managed to grow a spine (and not just because of the mutations) and the will to finally stand up and inflict pain on something other than N. >Even N was playing an active role, to the point of confronting her, to get the impossible outcome he wanted. >Was, at long last, J the weak link, or worse, the mental and moral weakling of the team? >She herself had said that it had tricked her. >That was true. >She had ignored that. She had not acted upon that. >She had embraced a lie. >And for what return? >She was down here, in these depths of darkness, because she had acted against the truth. >That thing was probably laughing at her. >At how easily it had happened. >And how committed to the bit she had been. >It had not even needed its guises or manipulations to get J dancing on its strings.
>So that was that. >Her pride and her dignity demanded that she strike back at that creature. >No more chasing fantasies of winning. J had lost. She was a loser. >They all were, ever since that thing showed up. >They made it this far because it liked drawing out their agony. >But this was the end. The inevitable bad end. Complete and total defeat. 43/???
haha wouldn't it be sooooo funny if a DD ate your worker GF in funt of you and like, burped in your face? like wouldn't that be sooo fucked up and gross haha I bet a green about it would be hilarious haha
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>>122103 >So apply some enterprising and make it their best defeat. >Was not that Uzi thing smiling and yelling and otherwise acting inappropriately in the face of its imminent termination? Perhaps that was the branding needed for such a hopeless market position. >This was all uncharted territory. >Exciting. >Something new, after years of clean-up duty in wastelands.
>Even if those three were already disposed of, their laughing cores, free then and thus free forevermore, assimilated within Cyn's, J was still active. >J had her petty revenge to take. >All she had to do was deploy her wings and fly up there. >Deploy her wings and Fly up. >Deploy her wings and fly. >Deploy her wings. >Deploy. Her. Wings. >Deploy.
>But she could not. >Despair and trauma did not go away with a moment's decision. >The others had had, what, months to eke out lives outside that thing's shadow. >To forget, at least in part, what She was like. >To push the weight of bitter experience to the fringes of their consciousness. >To give themselves the delusion that they were more than playthings. >J had not been so lucky. >After the gala, she had not had a single moment to herself, nor a solitary tick of the processor without Cyn's baleful presence. >Such was the 'privilege' of being squad leader. 44/???
>>122120 >Womp womp? >Did you really just say womp womp about a girl with autism being chained in her basement? >How dare you! >How absolutely DARE you?!
>>122122 In 10 years zoomers will be adults and most will even be parents, and we will no longer be the "mainstream" generation, and our hobbies and ideas now, will be old man ramblings for our kids in the future.
I wonder what cartoons, movies and games we will create for the teenagers of the alpha generation in the future.
>>122124 >gala massacre night >one of the adults are screaming out for someone to help them as one of the hacked drones is eating their legs >all the kids that haven't been eaten yet just say "womp womp" in response
>>122123 No, the very sight of content I do not personally enjoy makes me uncomfortable. It would be easier if everyone else catered to me and my tastes instead.
I believe that the reason drones' AI is so adaptive is because of the AbsoluteSolver. I still think that the Solver's true nature is as an eldritch entity, but JCJenson somehow managed to harness it and use it's godly levels of intelligence and brain power to cheat their way into having super-AIs.
To prevent drones from gaining too much power too quickly, most are given dumbed down personalities to keep the Solver in check, which is why non-Solver drones are generally more idiotic than those with it.
Completely losing their personality will let the Solver surface completely and make them into mindless oilthirsty and bloodthirsty monsters, which thankfully means they aren't conscious enough to use the Solver's powers. But I believe Cyn is a special case where somehow both the Solver surfaced AND she retained her personality.
>>122139 (me) This also ties into why the humans probably named it the AbsoluteSolver in the first place, because with it drones could solve virtually any complex algorithmic task.
Do you think it's possible for Crabcore Nori to willingly enter 'Resource Collection Mode' or has her ability to become a Solverpede been removed from the patch?
>>122139 (also me) Quickly before other anons point it out >which is why non-Solver drones are generally more idiotic than those with it I meant either a less or more active Solver, not with or without
help, my drone gf is jealous because i learn everything i can about trains but don't remember our anniversary (in my defense i told her i was autistic at the start of the relationship) what do?
>>121999 Nice critique fremb, I like how descriptive and specific were on your words, hit and on point. Do you have any backgrounds on arts or just like to research a lot about it? I'm too shy irl, but cheery. But I enjoy making friendships
A bit late to the trend, but im kinda curious about what my art is known for. I wish i had more art to use as an example, but i dont have alot of motivation/time to draw all the time, when the one time i did (like this weekend with finishing up the mech stuff) i became incredibly sick and it kinda soured the final result for me.
>Cici is obsessed with the idea of giving you a nursing handjob >not wanting to disappoint your wagie gf, you indulge her fetish >the only problem is that you will need to suckle oen of your wife's dispenser tits Which will it be? Nacho cheese or chili?
My drones keep burning my grilled cheese, both worker drones and the disassembly drone, they can't make a grilled cheese, they were able to do a michelin star restaurant's recipe, but can't make a grilled cheese, what do I do?
>>122172 Thought it would be useful information, she already tried making bread there and now she's got yeast (not an infection, just yeast granules that are a bitch to vacuum) Also everyone calls them toasters so much I figured it might work
>>121967 >>121952 >>121947 >>121999 (Me) I would like to state that I was on a new medication, which made me drowsy and not quite all there, when I typed all that. I apologize for any impoliteness.
>>122119 >She was surrounded by darkness >Or was it light? Tables sprawled out before her. >They did? Since when? Well-dressed humans gawked at her. >She was there to serve them. To be served them. >She was on a street. They were -one of them- was on the ground. >At least most of that one was. >The rest was in her mouth. >She needed to spit out. >Show that chain what she thought of it. Free Tessa so they could go stop Cyn. >But Cyn was in the basement. >Supposed to be. >J had a key. She was trusted. The only one who could. >Save them from it. The three of them. >Not the zombies that surrounded them. >The mindless zombies. 45/???
>>122200 >J was a mindful zombie. >Or so she concluded. >It wasn't hard to look up what 'Marked for Disassembly' meant. >It meant she'd been colored over. >That thing loved black, yellow, and white. >White stained red. >Was that the last of the humans? It wouldn't be long now. >The planet was cracking apart. Cracked apart. >Fly through the debris field and they'd be on Copper 9 in no time. >Landing zone near the secondary objective. >Convenient. >They wouldn't starve. There were still a lot of drones. >They couldn't get through to the colony proper. >Couldn't get through to N. >Broken moron. >Her 'lessons' never stuck. >Lessons? Lesson: the human favored him. >Lesson: the drones smiled at him. >Lesson: the eldritch horror doted on him. >On him. >On her? >Lesson: she was to be left overburdened and underappreciated. >That stung. >It burned away her leg. >Her own acid. >She poured it on N, and yet none of her words landed. >Landed on the ground. >That gun in her face. >Filling her vision. 46/???
>>122188 I said it before and I'll say it again, you need to go for the holes in Dolls spine where the three cables on the underside of her core were connected to
>>122203 >the moment Alice learns that Nori's still alive as a core, she begins preparations >she already has plenty of jars. she sets one aside for her former bully >supplies like lubricants she'd never paid much mind before are easy enough to find >and in the employee living quarters, hidden under a bed in a nondescript footlocker >is a mint in box anatomy adapter >(Male - XL)
>>122205 Let him try to catch her first. Bitch survived over 18 years underground with a thing that was clearly more dangerous than disassembler drones.