Merry Christmas yule lads, I'm sure you're all busy this time of year. How many of you were here last year? How many of you will be here next year, huh? The holly jolly Booru: https://dronebooru.co The festive ol' wheel with OCs and stuff: https://wheelofnames.com/8hc-stc The merry OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread before the Nativity, the day of the birth of our lord and savior Jesus Christ in Bethlehem: >>125205
Man, already so close to the New Year. I've only been here a few months, and have enjoyed every minute I've spent in the threads. My only regret is not contributing enough content to the endless flow here, but I swear I'll contribute more next year, the best I can. I love you guys
surgically installing a military-grade steel case around N’s heart… being sad that i can’t hear his heartbeat clearly anymore… but being happy that his life is protected and isn’t so fragile anymore
>>126186 >U+ barges in on you in the toilet >He's now got you as a captive audience, there's nothing you can do to stop him from telling you how inferior your stupid meatbag body is >As he rants, you reach over, grab a water bottle, and spray him in the face >He screeches and falls over, clawing at his face with his hands like you hosed him with acid >...it's literally just clean water, he's waterproof, what the hell?
Come on down to MG's Watering Hole, the newest pool in Copper-9! Running the following ethical guidelines 1. Open water park 2. Put "We are not responsible for lost or stolen property" sign out front. Very small font. 3. Wait for people to put their bodies in the moisture. 4. While people are being moist, have janitor (P or G) steal their stuff from the changing room. 5. When people complain about stuff going missing, shrug. Tap the sign if necessary. 6. Repeat until sued. 7. Flee planet with everybody's stolen wallets and clothes. 8. Use stolen money to open a clothing store. 9. Sell clothes until out of clothes. 10. Use profits to buy ticket back to Copper-9 and open a water park.
>Kurt's either already insane, or he's going to go insane from being possessed >After the car crash, he's had more incidents >Striking a pose in the hall and going "loogame!", putting himself in debt by gambling, him randomly using a grinder as an overly threatening metaphor, those weren't him, were they? >If anyone can tell what's wrong with him, it'll be Aunt Negev, even if her days of insanity are long behind her >Kurt visits her and tells her the deal, and as he explains, her expression shifts to be more shady and paranoid, the way she apparently used to be before he was born >She takes him several floors down the outpost, to an old server room with an equally old computer hooked up to it >Apparently this server backed up as much of the internet as possible, and a good amount of that data survived everything >"Jerma" turned out to be the keyword they needed >It led them to the story of an old internet jester on Earth, a man who was beloved for his entertainment, but feared for his bouts of horrific violence, who eventually died due to the unrestrained use of a cognitohazard known as "the horror" >Then another, Jerma989, during the war on Earth, a pirate radio operator who told stupid jokes to keep morale high, his location eventually compromised by a traitor and his station turned into "The Solver's Torture Hour", in which random humans would be dragged on air and tortured to death >Jerma seemed to be a recurring name, once every generation, the next being born shortly after the death of the previous one >Whispers intruded on Kurt's mind, telling him what he was, what he would become, until he railed against it, speaking out loud >"No, chat, I'm not the reincarnation of a streamer from the 21st century. I'm not! Stop saying I am!" >Negev turns to look at Kurt, and her eyes let her see his face merged with all 992 iterations that came before him >...eh, she could deal with her nephew looking kind of like a Neanderthal version of himself in the right light, his dad looked even weirder, after all.
Would I even have a chance of having a romantic relationship with her if we met? Mentally she's literally like a child, could I teach her to be an adult? And wouldn't she kill me if we met?
>>126253 Aptly spooky for the creachure. Might I suggest a little hat? >>126255 B-but you look really cute in it... >>126256 Yes. Did you miss the memo?
>>126258 I wouldn't say she's like a child. Like an untrained neural net drone her mind started off fully functional from "Go". She skipped right through most of the early phases of childhood mental development in a very short period of time due to being forced to fend entirely for herself. By the time she ever comes into contact with anyone else most of what she would be lacking is specific knowledge and contextual information. She benefits a lot from being a biomechanoid, she can think a lot faster than a vanilla human, but is able to learn and grow more spontaneously than a robot with specific programming. With a mentor she would pick up language and more complex social behavior extremely quickly. >Wouldn't she kill me if we met? She's "born" after Cyn's control of the solver network collapses, she has no innately hostile or malicious impulses at all. She could definitely be dangerous if frightened or attacked, but like big wild animals in nature she is naturally cautious around anything her own size or larger and would not attack a person under most circumstances. She might unthinkingly attack a person if she were starving, but she can eat a huge range of different things that aren't people so attacking a human would be a very improbable decision for her to make. >>126265 She's close to the same size as Tessa, so around 5'5" or 165cm, probably weighs a good deal more though, since her skeleton is quasi-metallic and she has wings. Probably at least as much as a DD does, however much that is.
>>126274 every single time i see them i am just filled with contempt. Like straight up its the most violent i ever felt towards something. Not even the fluffies gets this sort of rise from me.
Anon who wrote the Christmas with Alice green, do you plan on posting it on the booru or the Alice thread? The Alice thread would definitely benefit from some content
What ideas for non-solver related monsters of the week would you like to see in the original pre-rewrite version of Murder Drones. I think that zombie virus in episode 2 is the only idea Liam had or at least shared publicly.
>>126289 Malfunctioning Cyborgs? Like all humans are dead right? But, the technology in those who had cybernetics is still active, so they're just walking skeletons now, the person is dead, it's just an automaton
>>126298 >The anon in the other room makes a full recovery when he hears that Lizzy had come. >"Out of my way, you southern harlot." >Leaping miraculously from his bed, his IV undone, the cancer-stricken man ran without thinking to stop about the poor drone he had battered out of the way. >And he barrelled into his wife, engulfing her in a great big hug! >Lizzy of course protested but did not make any full attempts to get away as she rose in the hands of her lover. >Even more miraculously, no matter what science or logic told you, the tests that came back later in the day showed a complete remission of the young man's affliction!
>Shame about that other guy though. >Nothing a few bits of modern medicine and voodoo can't fix.
>>126261 I think I'd have to have a few designed for the basic ideas of what they are to able to be worked with by other people. I plan on at least making the canon cast grandparents in my fic, so I've given a few times at what Akita's children could potentially look like. Didn't like any of them lol. Gonna need a few more tries before I find what a Solver homunculus should look like as far as my take goes.
>An Anon who really loves Alice, decided to ask for her on Christmas >He starts opening a rather large box that showed up near his tree >He looks inside, and to his shock and dismay, Alice was not there >It was a certain purple haired drone instead >"Hiii, humie~ Alice couldn't make it, sorry. But you've got me, Nori~" >Anon has a heart attack and dies
Driving home for Christmas and the drone in the tollbooth decided not to count my toll as paid Said that "if I have to stay here over Christmas then a cute human is gonna have to keep me company" Is she allowed to do that? I'm super pissed rn
some of the Grunts must have overheard the men talking about sitting in Santa's lap as kids and got the wrong idea, because now rather than sitting beside their human buddies, they'll just plop right down in their laps instead
>"Hey, MG." >"Yeah? Whaddya want, G? And you better not be asking for Christmas off again, I already hashed this out with P." >"Nah, I was just wondering... you don't celebrate Christmas, so you don't have the Christmas Carol, right?" >"If this is about Scrooge, I'll have you know that I find it flattering to be compared to him." >"No, I wondered... what's the Jewish equivalent of Scrooge. Or the Grinch? Do you even have one of those?" >MG pauses and thinks for a second >".... Adam Sandler. He's also the Jewish version of Krampus."
Image:173505563812.png(493kB, 1000x1300)The glitch files-cyn and cyntessa.png
Made this little doodle of cyn and cyntessa of what they might look like in the analog horror au that a person named thesushisensei is making with glitch production and the shows they have
>>126210 >Bet plushie (barista version) >Smells of coffee >Has a magnet in one hand that allows him to hold Q's hand (sold separately) >Does include a tiny copy of the Communist Manifesto (there aren't any words inside, just pictures) and a book of assorted poetry
>>126344 nta but I did that when something similar happened and she latched onto me afterwards and started nuzzling me it's been three days now and she still hasn't detached
>>126278 I can definitely post it on the Alice thread, although unfortunately I'm too stupid to figure out how to disable the website's snow effect for a proper screencap so I might have to post it manually lol
>>125779 >You’re walking down the school hallway heading to your next class which you absolutely dread. >As you walk, you hear someone that you recognize. >”I told you, I’m not interested!” >”Aw, come on. Don’t you want just a little bit of fun!” >Chiappa? >She passes right past you in a hurry, looking down at the ground with an uncomfortable expression, while a disassembly drone is tailing and talking to her. >Wait, what the hell? >You follow them and the moment you catch up to the disassembler, you grab him by his shoulder. >”Hey, what’s going on here?” He stops in his tracks and turns towards you. At first he looks angry but then looks surprised as he gets a better look at you. “What the…you’re…” >”A human? Yeah.” >”Lucky!” Chiappa says as she goes over to your side. >You take a good look at the disassembler. He’s wearing black sweatpants and sweatshirt with white stripes down the sleeves and some logo on the left side of his sweatshirt. He’s got a buzzcut, or at least what looks like a buzzcut for a drone and his way of speaking is funny. >”Why are you bothering her?” That seems to get him out of his stupor and smiles at you. “Just asking her out, lad. What, are you like her boyfrien’ or sumthing?” >”What? No!” You shake your head. “She looks uncomfortable and told you to leave her be.” >The disassembler laughs as he looks at Chiappa. “Just a litta banter, mate. Sluts like her like to play hard since they want attention, ya know---” >”Slut?!” You yell at his face and he takes a step back. “That’s my sister, you douche!” >Your little outburst seems to have gotten the attention of passerby’s as a few of them glance in your direction or stop to see the commotion. >”Sister?” He sounds genuinely confused. “Were you, what, adopted? How are ye even alive? Didn’t all humans die a long time ago? And why does your skin look so pale?” >”Does any of that matter? You called my sister a slut!” >”I mean, yeah. Just look at ‘er.” He points at Chiappa. “Look at that crop top and shorts.” >”That’s sportswear, you douche. Unlike you, she’s a normal drone who’s done more that you look like to have done.” You look towards Chiappa. “Come on, let’s go.” You turn around and take a step away from the disassembler before he stops you. >”You should be nicer to people, you dickhead.”
A reminder to all human personnel - avoid contact with Christmas and Holiday Drones at all costs. Do not eat any ice cream they give you as it contains sedatives as to kidnap you.
>>126255 >Maya looking hot (figuratively AND literally) in a Christmas sweater I love her and I would absolutely kiss her under the Eldritch mistletoe!
>>126289 >non-solver related monsters Hmm, that's actually an interesting prompt. Here's a few just off the top of my head
>Predatory Robo-roach 'drone': Basically a hollowed out puppeted drone chassis that's host to a swarm of networked/hiveminded robo-roaches, stalking the bowels of forgotten bunker tunnels in search of it's next meal >Immortal Dog (yes I know this idea has been done to death by now): It's a seemingly normal looking dog that's inexplicably alive on Copper-9 that transforms into a rabid werebeast under certain conditions >Malfunctioning Manufactory Supercomputer: It's an incredibly tongue in cheek take on the classic 'Paperclip Maximizer', seeking to slowly turn EVERYTHING into paperclips while using hijacked/hacked drones to spread it's influence via a computer virus
>>126185 You are/were a true pillar of the community, and your efforts will surely be remembered & cherished here for as long as dronetism itself. God speed and good luck on your future endeavors
>>126416 Hbomberguy did a fundraising stream for a "help Munchauen by proxy cases troon out their kids" nonprofit then raided Jerma immediately afterwards. All the horny troons in his audience spread to Jerma's chat and stayed there.
>>126429 What I mean is >Akita and Maya - wings 😳 - bewbs 😍 - dinosaur 👍 >Kurt and Chappi - no wings 😢 - no bewbs 💀 - not dinosaur 🗿 It's clear which I should prefer
>watching Home Alone with Akita because it's a Christmas classic! >watching Home Alone 2 with Akita because it's a great follow-up to a Christmas classic! >watching Home Alone 3 with Akita because it's an acceptable reboot of a Christmas classic! >telling Akita that aren't any other Home Alone films because you know it's better that way, even if it hurts you to lie!
>>126417 I didn't want it! She saved my idiot father in the war, and he gave me to her as a husband! Why the fuck is it legal in the federation to force people to marry Sentinel Drones?! We're not in the fucking dark ages!
>you and Akita are both eating icecream on a lovely day at the park >or it would be lovely if Akita didn’t insist on sitting on your lap, and… grinding >people occasionally walk by and tell you what a cute daughter you have, you have no choice but to reply politely, Akita likewise does nothing to correct them >when you ask her if she’s sure this all such a good idea, she whispers in your ear in a sultry tone >“if you move, I’ll scream~” >she then licks the melted icecream from your cheek with her long purple tongue >“so just stay still, ok "dad"? heehee~” she finishes by adjusting herself somehow even deeper into your lap
Very glad to see Aliceposting back again and having the honour of making 17th and 18th mention of Alice this thread. Very fullfilling things, thinking about Alice, wanna deliver some Alice these days, very nice ones, hopefully some of the best there can be idk nice day by eagain
>>126473 >Home Alone, but it's Beretta >Anon replaces the Wet Bandits >Instead of trying to steal stuff, he and Beretta just wanna make out >He has to evade all of the traps Uzi has set to get his holiday sexo from his girlfriend
I was gonna write something about how making your main villain out of the gate a universal threat is terrible for something's longevity, but then I realized that's not a bad thing to a flighty spastic like Liam.
It is officially Christmas over here, meaning I can now finally unveil what I’ve been working on for these past days! For all of you that have read my longest standalone story to date, “A Murderous Carol”, you might remember the three ghosts of Christmas and the hell they put W through to make her not be such a grump anymore. Well, as the official 1 year anniversary since I’ve made that story, I’ve decided to do two things: remake the story a bit and post it on AO3 (which will come a bit later) and of course, give proper designs to the Ghosts themselves. Strap in cuz here is my little Christmas project for this year.
>beings that, for some reason have decided to attach themselves to the Christmas holiday, which seems to be an almost universal festivity cross countless realities, regardless of its origin >basically, if an intelligent species emerges, they are guaranteed to develop a Christmas like holiday some time down in their history, with these beings supervising the entire process and making sure it’ll be one of their biggest holidays of the year >Avar is essentially an Abrahamic angel, claiming to watch over the "flow of the past", acting as a living manuscript for all that had happened; their flame is never ending, burning with an aura that is said to purify even the most wicked of souls, however it also shifts in color depending on their mood, God have mercy on your sinful soul if you ever see it turn blue >despite not possessing physical eyes, they can still see everything around them, all thanks to their real “eyes”, golden, eye-like emblems with a cross for a pupil; these holograms can manifest on any part of their body and then detach themselves to survey the environment, meaning that nothing escapes this angel’s vision. Nothing.
>>126510 >Fjolnir is the physical embodiment of the festivity and the only one that could be considered the real "god" of the holiday; they technically “live” for one day, which is that of Christmas, while for the rest of the year until the next day of celebration they hibernate, continuing to live on in the Dream Plains where they’re essentially stuck, not being able to interact with the material world, but they don’t really mind it since they spend all of that time in never ending parties >they're the only one whose voice can be assigned a gender to, booming with the heart throbbing joy of the most Christmas loving uncle (and yes, also a dwarf); despite this, they still refer to themselves as "us", all thanks to the ravens that stand perched on his antlers, Huginn and Muninn; >Huginn and Muninn are rather unique in that they only appear one at a time to whoever Fjolnir is talking to, Huginn being the black shadow and Muninn the white one; they generally appear depending on how "light" or "heavy" one's soul is, if you're wracked with shadows of your past, Huginn will appear, where's if you're doing fairly well mentally and are at peace with your soul, Muninn will appear >they aren’t supposed to represent the “good” or “evil” side of someone, just how many impurities one’s soul has gathered over their lifetime; they never appear at the same time unless someone has managed to form a perfect balance of the positive and negative emotions in their spiritual selves, which almost never happens as one will always have one thing more than the other; they also appear depending on who is observing Fjolnir, meaning that if they were in a room full of people, each individual would either see only Huginn or Muninn
>>126511 >The Ghost of Christmas Future is easily the oldest out of all of them, that is because they are the physical embodiment of the cold void that awaits all >the Solver represents the entropic end, while they are the empty oblivion that follows after, the endless darkness that is left behind after a universe goes dark >they don’t have a name, as they see it as meaningless to attach a name to an ever present constant, the final destination that awaits everything, but despite that, they still chose some names others could refers to them by if they so pleased to, as incredibly rarely as it happened, “Thanatos” being one of them >as for why all these entities came together to represent the festivity of Christmas is a mystery, especially since they’ve never manifested themselves in the mortal plain (up until now at least), but one thing is for certain, and that is sometimes, even the Grim Reaper wants to feel jolly at least once a year
I hope you've made a Booru account and that your prepared to cap things yourself, because one of our most frequent uploaders just left aka Tomoetomoe. So get off your lazy ass and get to work
>>126533 Still working on capping greens, going slow because my pain meds are not pulling their weight rn Gonna do a mass greentext upload on New Years
>>126534 Maya, despite being the flavor of the now STILL doesn’t have a tag, and the “Solver abomination” should probably be accompanied by a “Solver sapien” tag for Maya/Akita
>Fun Daily OC Facts: When Hope was first created, she was almost thrown in the trash and immediately abandoned by the threads, however through a miracle she was brought to life by several different Anons with differing ideas, until a majority settled on one
Mini-Y, strung up in Christmas lights, her wrists and ankles tied. Ooga-booga oogis surround her, dancing and chanting in their heathen tongue while waving toothpick spears. Scraps of paper and wood are piled together and set afire, a cauldron of broth placed atop. "Ach," Mini-Y spits, "zis is von dinner date I vill not be attendunging."
>>126547 V would be the one going around swallowing presents. Her boundless hunger was acting up worse than it had in a long time, and it was either eating Christmas presents or eating babies like she did before Lizzy gave her a chance.
>>126550 The sound of plastic tires squealing pierces the air. A model Chrysler, with four Oogis in pinstripe suits, swerves up in front of the group. "Is yous da Boogs? Southstreet Boogs?" "Ooga?" One of the tribal creatures wonders stupidly. It wonders only a moment as it's hit with a full force shot of vinegar. The Oogsters in the car open fire, mercilessly slaughtering all the Oogis, drenching the fire, and soaking poor Mini Y in salad dressing. "Don Oogino sends her regards!" They zoom off again after spray painting their shitty little tags everywhere. Mini Y is still tied in place.
>Fun Afternoon OC Facts: Negev has Freudian slipped her way into calling the nurse who gives her her meds in the morning Mom. >She has also Freudian slipped her way into calling Doll Mom. >This has happened more than once to both women.
>>126566 No no Anon, women find that HOT. If there's one thing the Internet age has taught us as a species, it's that women are more likely to seek psychotic men for relationships
>>126571 >Dr. Livingstone, I presume? >Because if you were dead, you'd be Dr. Deadstone >Ahahaha >Or perhaps Dr. Tombstone? >Hahahaha >Hey now, take the gun out of your mouth, it was just a joke
>>126508 >They were consumed by the singularity Considering how they've acted to certain teammates they might've deserved it if it did happen, just saying
>>126590 Because I know so little about them that I'd be astroturfing them into new characters if I tried - they'd just be the character art skin wrapped around my wiki description
>>126594 concept: announce a character that you intend to write up publicly on the thread and ask for feedback and links to greens about them, get the community’s thoughts, then collate the information, that way even if it’s slightly inaccurate the responsibility is diluted over the entire thread
plus it’s not like you can’t go back and make revisions
I've gotten sick and feel as if I've immediately become stupider. As a side effect the drones are less interesting to me. Ergo drones are a thinking man's hobby.
>>126617 >N is tired >Back when he was young the only deadly thing on this planet to worry about was Uzi and a few pilgraming Disassembly Drones >Nowadays it's, Old Earth Mad Scientists, Cavemen, Drone Pirates???, An Immortal Death Machine, Literal Fucking Aliens and Solver Sapiens, etc... >When N returns home from a horrible day at work he sees Mac sitting down on the couch with a keyboard, with sausages tied to the keys and his fingers, smelling up the house and dripping grease on the floor >"Daddy would you like some sausage, Daddy would you like some sausages!", Mac repeated in the most obnoxious voice known to Dronekind >It was at that moment, that something deep inside N's cheery mind snapped >Grabbing at the sausage strings, N tugged down on them with all his might >Mac squealed as he was lifted by the strings, feeling the wires slicing through his fingers until eventually...they came off
>>126642 >>126653 its complicated, I don't want to tell a lot because i had this idea creeping into my brain for months. Only can say that nighmares do creep into someone's mind
Merry Christmas! Hope you're all having fun with your family instead of /md/-Chan. Or atleast if your family is terrible, you're having a good Christmas regardless
So let's say Uzi admits what she is now to everyone, and proves it, and is met with, at worst, people dismissing her as a drama queen. How do Uzi's feelings about herself and what she's become develop after seeing no one thinks her being a horrible monster using a corpse as a sockpuppet is a problem?
>>126657 100$ at most if you look for it. I got no clue but Aliexpress has everything. Or these cheap image on mug/shirt sites, there is definitely a way
>>126676 Her Christmas plans consist of curling up on the cold floor of the ship and weeping while replaying memories of holidays at the manor on repeat
>>126683 >J's holiday memories of the manor have all been replaced by a Christmas-skinned remix of the bloodbath she participated in during Solvation Day Oops. Did I do that?
>>126683 out in the icy wastes, all alone with only regrets and bittersweet memories to keep her company. she wouldn't admit it, but she misses the others that she had forsaken as fools. she could use some mindless humor and blind optimism right about now
>>126695 Mmmmh nice...but only with her front teeth, not the pointy parts right? Imagine how solid-soft-rubbery the white of her white lower face feels, how smooth the teeth, warm air getting out (vapor if outside), and suddenly the warm tongue....
>>126489 >>126485 Uunf on the couch, moving up her long dressy sweater', since drones don't wear pants...or just going under it while it stays on her tighs. She would manage not to spill any Whiskey right? At least the one in her glas
>>126700 she uses the sharp ones, but she's careful not to break the skin. she wants to excite you and leave little marks so the other drones know you're spoken for
>>126698 >"How SD-P Saved Christmas" >In attempting to get laid for being The Big S.C., P manages to bring back holiday cheer and remind everyone of the real meaning of Christmas >While completely failing to get laid, of course
>>126705 Hngh yeah that's the good stuff! So stupidly pretty, so stupidly marriable, so stupidly sexy, so insanely breedable and adorable I can't handle her not bein real it's kinda too wild ngl
>>126698 Pimp My Sleigh >>126706 >There's a big battle towards the end between P and MG, who wants to sell holiday cheer to all the little Gentiles >P manages to use the power of friendship (and wanting to get laid) to set MG on fire, as well as crack a terrible joke about how he can't get fired if he's the fire-er
>DD Mari Lwyd shows up to your house and starts singing about how you should let her in to drink all your oil and oil-based products >You have to sing back at her, lest you fail to produce a musical argument and thus invite her in by proxy >She's fun to have around, even if you do fail and have to watch her weird horse skull head chug your olive oil
>>126726 It's a reference to 2 things one of those is that anytime a YouTuber guest stars in something not even a week later they're exposed for doing heinous shit
a bunch of police drones showed up at my house and just kinda barged their way in when I opened the door. they won't tell me why they're here and they keep giggling and I think they're putting up mistletoe?
>>126724 >"Woah Uzi, this sure us an amazing Chri-" >"SSSSHHH! Quiet, N! We'll lose our ad revenue for and won't be renewed for a 2nd season!" >"B-but it's C-" >"NOPE! It's uh....Dronemas! Yeah! Dronemas, a time of year where Drones chop down the bodies of trees and decorate their corpses! Mwhahahaha! Take that tree!" >"Isn't this just the same as Chris-" >A Bullet Flies Through N's Head, Temporarily Rendering Him Unconscious >J Blows Away The Smoke From Her Gun-Arm >"Happy nodescript Holidays, N."
>>126726 The 2nd reference is to how cartoons primarily are usually forced to do a Christmas special, BUT they're not allowed to call ot Christmas a majority of the time, they can straight-up have the characters celebrating Christmas, but they're not allowed to call it that.
>>126733 >"we here at JCJenson want to wish you a happy non-denominational winter season celebration!" J declares with practiced ease. >"holiday-specific broadcasts are available to JCJTV-Gold™ subscribers upon request, call today!" >"and don't touch that dial, we've got plenty of festive movies coming up next," J jabs Uzi in the back with her firearm. "right Uzi?"
Okay i had a an argument with an Oogi that was being an extra shit with me. Because it was like momenrs before christmas day, i told it that it was a bad oogi and santa wasn’t going to come to her.
Good lord you should have heard the screeching she did when i said that. Literally bleed my ears. Thankfully her head short circuited and blew up. So… for anyone with domestic oogis try and an avoid that. Unless you have ferals then go havw fun.
>>126772 Also a little bonus, I initially had Khan and Nori on the other side of the picture but ultimately decided against it because it made the scene too cluttered and drew attention away from Uzi and N.
>>126768 >a million million voices of the restless dead wail their hatred for the drone sobbing alone in a battered, frozen ship >their choir not even a hundredth of the hatred for herself that eats away at her insides >only one voice, one tiny voice cries out to her >only one among the living or the dead would, even now, throw warm arms around her and hold her tight >if only J knew she was there.
>>126776 what are you talking about? once she's done wassailing as Mari Lwyd she's gonna go straight to scaring all the naughty drones. she's better at sneaking into people's homes than saint nick himself
>>126776 >Lucy intentionally provoked Krampus and got thoroughly owned by him, despite her best efforts >She can't even mark him on the level system, she's genuinely impressed
>Jane, another Christmas all alone >John, another Christmas where he knows hes alone >Bonnie, fucking dead >Abby, Another Christmas all alone AND a very hungry mutant any OC happy Christmas?
>>126786 Does Jane deserve to be sad on Christmas, shes the reason she is alone. Better question is, which three spirits are Visiting Jane this Christmas night to tell her how bad of a person she is
>>126794 >"Jjjjjjj!!!! J its Christmas! Come out, Dad made some cake and cookies! Jjjjjj come on already" >Jane currently watching in horror the 3rd ghost of Bonnie crumbles into dust before her after showing Jane her own grave
>>126797 >Jane trying to enjoy her Christmas dinner as the weird disgusting flesh drone that keeps harassing her attempts stealing her presents again >Seriously, what is that Ginger freaks problem?!
>>126798 The idea that Abby has a burning almost obsessive hatred for Jane several decades after Jane tried to kill her and Jane has absolutely no idea who she is probably due to alcoholism and purposeful memory blocking is sad but hilarious.
>>126801 >>126803 >"Im Sorry, I dont remember any of it" >Abby pukes some blood, "You dont remember?!" >"For you, the day Jane.t.Human ruined your life was the most important thing that ever happened to you" >".. For me it was a tuesday"
>>126809 To be fair, Jane ruined a lot of lives so it really doesnt narrow the list down at all. Funnier still killing Abby ruined even more lives through Abbys mutation.
>A fresh mind lay quiescent, dreaming, cut adrift from a greater whole which no longer directed it's growth. >The chrysalis of warped biomechanical flesh that held it had been slowly wilting for several months, a dying eldritch flower clasping it's precious living fruit >It had begun it's existence as the distended stomach of a discarded Zombie Drone carcass, for it's own reasons the Solver had chosen this drone for a different kind of experiment. Eventually the bloated body had burst its seams and given rise to an organic mass. >As it grew the chrysalis had devoured most of the demolished Drone's body, sinking slithering roots of flesh and pseudometal tendrils into the walls and ceiling in search of power, water, and raw materials.
>Now, something novel had taken shape within, a new kind of mutated life, a spare body meant to house a malevolent consciousness which no longer existed. >It shifted, it's placid dreaming interrupted as the final trickles of life-giving energy faded from it's shriveling cocoon >Limbs flexed spastically as the rubbery walls of the shrinking chrysalis further confined them, folded wing membranes struggled to unfurl >Another spasm brought razor sharp, metal strong claws to bear on the thick rubbery sac, and in moments a shuddering deep red mass slithered out onto cold polymetal tiles in a welter of steaming blood and glowing yellow fluid >Haltingly the creature shifted, limbs quivering with the shock of a new environment, wings twitched themselves open stretching elongated batlike fingers until the joints creaked
>On all fours now the creature explored her new environment, skittering awkwardly using all six limbs until finding a collapsed wall to crawl through >She moved up, through ruined labs filled with mostly wasted away Solver flesh, dismembered and dissected drones, then further up into abandoned offices that had been overturned and left in a state of chaos >Briefly she paused to examine the skeletons, most of which had been dismembered and scattered, piled on the floor atop blackened or brown stains where gallons of blood had spilled years ago and dried to powder >After losing interest in the skeletons the creature made her way to the ground floor, climbing the cables in an elevator shaft after several false starts and falls
>She saw herself for the very first time in the ground floor store which would soon become her new home >Her own image in the man-height clothing mirror brought her to a dead stop, she did not at first understand that the being in the glass was herself >The figure gazing back at her stood on two wide-spaced three jointed legs, the body was feminine in shape but completely smooth, the skin a deep red-gray, flushing to a deeper crimson shade at the extremities >Bright, radiant green eyes gazed out of a wide round face, reminiscent of the diminutive white robots in shape, crowned with three more eyes tucked in tresses of silky dirty blonde hair >Only belatedly did the being realize that the apparition in the mirror was herself >Here for the first time the creature discovered the concept of "myself", and as if that thought had been a key, an intense need to learn welled up inside of her.
>>126828 >>126829 >Uh-Oh the memories are returning >Chugs a whole gallon of Egg Nog until she can’t think anymore Janes secret to happiness I think there was some holiday art showing this once where a bunch of OCs were hanging out.
>>126822 The colony fell sometime in 3058 and she began growing soon after that, so her body has been cooking in stasis for 15 years. As of the date 3073 (sometime soon after Cyn is defeated on C9) she would only just recently have awoken to consciousness. The point where she starts to adopt more complicated humanlike behaviors would probably be several years after that first awakening. For the first few years of her life she would be more like a very clever but feral animal, but enough time spent surviving in an abandoned human city would eventually result in her learning more about human behaviors and starting to adopt them. >>126830 The actual eyes would be sensitive like normal eyes are, although all of her body is made of tougher stuff than humans, so it would be more of an irritation than actually hurtful. The smaller bulbs covering her body are multispectrum sensors somewhat like those on a DDs crown, they sense in other light spectra but can't focus the same way a true eye can, and aren't delicate. Their texture would feel something like soft rubber.
>>126701 >>126702 >Not two days before she left, during Mass Destruction. >The AS decided to taunt her one last time. >Halls of memory blocks adorn the path like television screens. >Flickers of static stop-gapped by whispers of a voice she knows. >And at the center of it all? >Her. >Waiting. >Just waiting. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure - Stardust Requiem
>>126845 Yes. Notice how literally nothing other than the goodbye and three other things not uploaded by him have been uploaded to the booru? It's your time to start uploading, boy
>>126780 Imagine how horrible it is to be born as a tiny human in the MD world. It's a real horror and nightmare to be completely dominated by drones, literally like a tiny pet, and forced to breed with your sister so that humanity can continue to live as the disgusting product of incest.
At least J with N and their kids will take good care of you. I guess.
>>126875 If you spec into her Book Toss and Boring Sermon skills, you can kite whilst doing enough damage to whittle away at most enemies and bosses. Unfortunately it also draws alot of aggro so make sure you level evasion.
>>126898 Right now I'm spending a lot of time with relatives and will start painting soon, which will cause me to be away from here again for an hour or two, so my activity has decreased.
>your car is fucked. >stuck in a ditch with one of the wheels about halfway into the engine >from what you can make out, anyway. you didn't exactly give it a proper looking over when you stepped out into the snow. too damn cold for that. >hearing your engine's death rattle was proof enough that your former car wasn't going to be of much use to you. >the luxury of living in your car for the night was too much to ask, you guess. >you stayed as long as it took all of the heat to leak out– trying your phone over and over knowing full well you weren't gonna get any reception out here in the sticks. >when the battery died there was nothing left to do but stare out into the snow-speckled night through your fogged and frost-rimmed windows, getting colder by the minute >then, through the trees you saw it: the faint but unmistakable glow of warm light through a window >your best bet. >as the last of the warm air trickled out, you bundled up as best you could, grabbed a flashlight from the trunk >and set off into the woods > >you'd dressed warmly when you left, but it wasn't nearly enough for a nighttime hike as you're quickly learning >the chill bites at your nose and ears, your teeth chatter, and your whole body shivers. >suffice it to say, it's goddamn freezing out. >but you're not far off now. you catch glimpses of a cabin through the swirling white haze, the golden light within spilling out into the storm. > >puffing and panting, you stumble onto the porch, slump against the wall, and pound on the front door with what little strength you have left >you'd shout for help if you could just catch your breath. >the dread that nobody's home begins creeping into your mind, only to be swiftly chased away by the sound of approaching footsteps >an inviting heat flows out as the heavy wooden door creaks open >you push yourself from the wall, turning to face the... air. >"aw, darlin', what're you doin' out here on a night like this?" comes the honeyed southern drawl from below your line of sight >a drone a fair bit shorter than you stands in the doorway, gazing up at you with eyes gold as the light that paints the porch in yellow hues >auburn hair frames her face, a gust of icy wind blowing her already messy ponytail into further disarray >"c'mawn in right now, hun. you'll catch yer death'a cold standin' 'round out here" >you can't quite place her expression. there's more than concern written on her face– you could swear a faint smile creeps through her worried frown >but you aren't about to refuse her invitation at risk of freezing to death, and certainly not on the unsteady basis of how your frostbitten brain reads her expression. >flinging the door wide open, she extends her hand to you >you pull your own nearly frozen hand from your pocket, of which she takes firm hold. >feeling returns to your thoroughly numbed digits as she wraps her warm fingers around yours, guiding you inside >there's an immediate relief as you step into the cabin, a wave of warmth washing over you >sensation trickles back into your body, and you take in a deep breath that smells of cloves, cinnamon, and campfires >the coziness of your rustic surroundings is slightly disrupted by the realization that your hostess, unlike any drone you've ever seen, has antlers >you hadn't seen them through the crack in the door, but now they're impossible to ignore. >a pair of antlers, like those of a buck, extend from her head like they'd grown there naturally >on closer inspection, they're just a little too small, too smooth to be the genuine article– but clearly crafted with care. >the little bot follows your gaze and smiles, a subtle, bashful blush lighting up her cheeks "ya like 'em? ah made 'em m'self." >her smile widens when you nod. t-thought t-they were r-r-real >you try to chuckle through still-chattering teeth, the cold not having been entirely chased away >"well, shucks, I–" she seems to catch herself, the blush on her face replaced with concern >"shoot, yer still freezin' and here I am about t'go on ramblin' about woodworkin'. let's getchu warmed up proper, sugar." >still holding your hand, she pulls you down the hall with a bit more urgency. her grip is strong. >"beggin' yer pardon, mister. it's been a... loooong while since I had someone to talk to. got carried away." >she looks back at you with hollow eyes underlined by heavy bags. >"bein' all alone can make ya feel like yer goin' plumb crazy, y'know?" >the way her eyes twitch about gives what should be a sympathetic smile an air of mania >one you have no choice but to ignore as the two of you step into the living room, where a comfy-looking couch awaits you, lit by the glow of a crackling hearth >the deer drone seats you on the sofa, tosses a few more logs on the fire, and wraps you up in a blanket for good measure >"now you sit tight an' warm up, and I'll getcha somethin' hot t'drink." t-thanks, uh... >you grasp for a name you've yet to learn >"name's Alice, hun. pleased t'meetcha. you get comfy, I'll be just a minute." >with that, she walks off into the kitchen to your right.
>>126942 Yeva living means everything goes much smoother. V only gets chewed out for senselessly murdering a good and loving father and not for fucking it all up.
>>126969 Solar bomb that emit the same sunlight like the sun and Armstrong nanites armor and whatever techno voodoo magic that Perma kill the core without returning to the solver hivemind
if only they were real, irl no girl ever looks at me with nothing but pity or disgust, but given how everyone in this series is a fucking austist (and also how they would be CRAVING BHC) i would have a hot drone gf
>>126970 >Solar bomb that emit the same sunlight like the sun This is incredible confusing as nothing like this exists in either the established setting of Murder Drones or in real life. The closest analogy I can think of would be a thermonuclear bomb which could work but has it's own slew of issues (Is this being delivered by missile, dropped from a plane, are you within the blast radius, ect)
>Armstrong nanites armor This could give you a fighting chance at going toe to toe with a Disassembly Drone, assuming something like this even exists in-universe. Although I'm pretty sure a "solar bomb" make this suit redundant (unless you are planning to detonate the "solar bomb" manually, in which case I have serious doubts it would protect you from being obliterated)
>techno voodoo magic WAY too vague to even analyze properly. If you are going to go with a solution like this then you need to put in some serious turbo-autism explaining how such a process could theoretically play out
Drawing is such a genuine timesink, saw a good post here that made me motivated to continue work on a piece, I then stop tired (only did lineart, 95% done but needed to do legs and feet anew) and it has been 110 minutes. And lineart is not even done
>>126999 God fhat is so beautifull look at that deep orange, the clean white, the sleek overall thing omg The antlers look so real everything fits, look at the mouth, the chest is perfect, collarbone shape, shoulders and WD symbol
>>127011 >>127009 >>127006 Agreed man😔 we can make her real in imagination tho with art and greens and one day animate her even! I hope it Your freined is extremely lucky, can you inquire about where he got the model or did he make if himself? Whichever the outcome, that pic alone is already amazing
>>127013 Yeah... 😭 i plan on writing greens and trying to draw her next year so i can contribute, at least! Nah, he didn't make it and i don't think he has the actual model but i'll ask him where he got the picture from
>>127030 pretend you’re all just playing a game when you coerce him to give you fellatio and then after you fuck his brains out you guilt trip him into thinking he enjoyed it and also make sure he doesn’t tell his mom
>>127055 One time her parents gave her a coupon for one less beating, she had to use it immediately since she put a bow on N as a joke. Best Christmas ever.
Solverless Tessa deserves to be Scrooged. reminded who she was, realize the suffering she's inflicting, and see the sad legacy she'll leave behind. not sure who all the ghosts would be– one of her parents would be Marley, and maybe N could be the ghost of Christmas Past?
>>127057 hes as tall or perhaps slightly taller than pomni, who has been consistently shown to be way shorter than even uzi these characters are fucking tiny, jax is the lankiest, arguably tallest character in the cast and you can see that hes only a bit bigger than n
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>“Also this divan made out of concrete rubble is killing my back”
Calling J Scrooge in my previous post >>126772 made me think of this so I quickly threw this together meaning you all get two (technically three) Christmas presents from me. Fixing J’s attitude would undoubtedly be a Christmas miracle.
>>127076 I didn't try that yet, is it a common issue perchance? Is there anything even worth posting except maybe the outpost 6 fude who remains on co?
>>127077 Singularities as powersource/AI is extremely advanced and versatile (I guess they had something like that in CFL, yeah lights went out during core collapse, we saw that in the 029 scene and those never came on again, but there was something powering smaller lights, the screens, and ofc the doors and cameras Alice uses, or was she stealing electricity from the bunker smh), but seems to have been barely used. Maybe it is limited in output, that's why drones need the battery and have to sleep to charge, even tho generation is constant it seems that during even moderate activity there is more being used than generated. AH 64 and the mp5 variant DDs have are the only things regarding military we see, and those must have been during the 3040's at the very latest. They have lots of servants and insane tech, but seems most technology not directly drone related stagnated.
>>127084 im pretty sure only the absolute solver itself uses a singularity as an extremely dense motherboard, and that thing is not manmade. id say 90% of the cool tech can be linked to the solver. like all the stuff on disassembly drones: regeneration (matter generation), hollow forearms that can form any tool inside, some sort of antigravity wings, nanite NUT, etc. humanity itself is the worst part of murder drones worldbuilding, the only impressive thing theyve shown is that theyve conquered numerous planets via faster than light travel
>>127084 Yeah, i like to think that humanity was so focused on space exploration and artificial intelligence since the 21st century that innovation and developments on things not related to those hit a block. 🤔
>>127077 In my head probably developed FTL space travel (somehow) during the 1980s and spent the next 1000 years exploring and colonizing the entire galaxy, but because they put all their focus into this, they completely neglected investment in technology. half of humanity’s total budget between 2000-3000 AD probably went into terraforming other planets
>>127055 James and Louisa were quick to tell her that Santa isn't real and that stuff liek the naughty list and boogiemen are made up by paraents who lack the backbone to properly discipline their children themselves.
>>127059 I did actually make a comic about that with James as Marley Except it was just a play by a bunch of Manor Drones to try and manipulate Solverless Tessa into being a better person, who took it about as well as you would expect.
>>127097 >they're baffled to see presents under the tree addressed to her, signed "Santa Claus" >and quick to throw them out before she can so much as shake them >that night they reappear a little worse for wear– in her room where her parents won't see them >and so it goes every year, she celebrates Christmas in secret and shares what little merriment she can eke out with her only friends. >and her butler and maids are warmed by her beaming smile as she opens the gifts they procured in secret
>>127101 >>127102 heh. I think it'd be funny if the real thing happened and she thought it was another trick, chucking a bottle at the ghost only for it to shatter against the wall behind him
>>127100 And with so many planets there wasn't enough money to put all the current tech everywhere, which is why Copper-9 has a lot of 90s/2000s era tech
>>127107 >Every OC with a sad backstory got their own Christmas Carol by Lucy, playing every part >Theyre all very well performed and emotional, Lucy did a lot of work >Some sadder and more heart wrenching then others depending on how sad and what level >John came out of it with renewed Christmas spirit, Jane came out of it with a coma
>Anon is visited by multiple spirits on Christmas Eve >The Spirit of Christmas Fake (John) >The Spirit of Christmas Gay (SD-I) >And finally The Spirit of Christmas Horny (SD-L) >When he awoke the next morning, L was still riding on him
>forcing the ocs to watch a Christmas movie marathon with you >the marathon is just watching Elf with Will Ferrell ten times in a row could they survive?
>>127104 >Tessa reluctantly trudges through the Christmas Ghosts, not enjoying the fact that she's sober for all of this >She laughed at the punishment her dad was going through, shrugged off the N of Christmas Past's antics, and didn't care one bit about Tiny Elf's tragic fate >She gets to Christmas Yet To Come >"Right, so you're gonna point at my grave and I'm supposed to act shocked at how nobody cares about my death, right? Get it over with already." >The ghost's bony hand drops, and Tessa smirks >Then it pulls off its robes to reveal it's A SKELETON! >...wearing a bow and dress she recognizes, looking tired >"Right, we thought this would happen, so here's the REAL deal, me." >She wheels out a TV cart and plays a recording of her fate during the Gala >"You get one year to wisen up, learn the true meaning of Christmas, and be something other than the woman our parents wanted us to be, or I'm allowed to trade lives with you and put you right arouuund.... here." >Skeletessa finds the frame she identifies as the start of the worst moment of her life and pauses there >"Got it?" >Solverless Tessa takes a long look at the image of J and V holding her down while a drone she's never seen sharpens several skinning knives >"...I'll consider your offer," she says diplomatically, trying not to let fear show >"Good on ya. Now let's do the part where I toss you into your own grave." >Tessa falls into the clutches of an endless centipede, wakes up in her bed, and rolls out blearily, trying to play it off as a dream >But seeing that skeleton in her mirror straightens her right up again >"...fine, I'll save that stupid elf drone," she concedes