Hi, hi Friends! Soon it will be the new year. I hope you are doing nicely, and I hope that you have a nice time when the New Year comes. Remember to have fun and have a nice time. It is interesting to me that this is another year that we are going to talk about Drones, another year, can you believe it? Hope you are doing good. The Booru Of The Years: https://dronebooru.co The celebrating wheel with OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/8hc-stc The ever-lasting OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread Going to a New Year: >>129049
Happy New Year, /md/! Finally managed to push out a chapter for RUINED EARTH which I kept sitting on because of the holidays but I decided to finally push it out.
>>130100 Hoeless and homeless pimp, used to have the only functional car on Copper-9 but John locked himself in it and won't come out Now works a gig at MG's store
>>130113 >Anon cheats on Beretta with P >And by cheat, he means playing through the entire co-op campaign of Halo LASO with P >Despite promising Beretta that he'd do it with her, first >Beretta doesn't suspect that, instead of clanging her, Anon is going and getting drunk with P and gaming all day long in the backroom of the MGeneral store >Truly despicable
I wanna wake up to this creature watching over me in the middle of the night. Why? Because I want to feel helpless and scared before quickly realizing it's just her and boop her on the nose before going back to sleep.
>>130119 >anon falls back asleep >wakes up the next morning feeling completely exhausted for some reason >anon notices akita walking by his bedroom giving him a wink before she continues on her merry way >confusion mixed with slight worry start to fill him as he starts his day
>>130162 >Tessa only exists to explain where the robot got its skinsuit from >Tessa dies before the robot would be able to make her into a skinsuit Metal Gear Solid 3: TIME PARADOX
>>130092 >The Q plush and Bet plush have lil magnets in the hands so they can magnetize to each other >This creates the appearance that the two are holding hands >What a lewd feature
>>130162 J kills James and Louisa before killing herself, JCJenson tries to cover up the fact that one of their drones committed murder-suicide on their higher-ups and end up disposing of all of the manor's drones. Cyn is potentially thwarted but the Solver might end up manifesting anyway through some other drone somewhere else.
>>130186 The 'old' level of activity would be what we had before Episode 5 aired, with it taking several days to reach a bump limit of 500 (assuming it was even reached before the thread was pruned). It was a peak comfy pace and I unironically wouldn't mind slowing back down to that
>>130194 I know the feeling. I was stuck with relatives all day yesterday and finally wanted to draw, then as soon as I was back home that motivation was gone
Just started imagining Sheriff Sharif from Squidbillies as one of the little friend-shaped bots living in a post-human wasteland of snow and silicate dust. Don't tell me a drone version of him wouldn't fit in perfectly.
Do you think N and V have realized making out is the worker drones' cultural equivalent to sex yet? Because if not N is going to be very confused by Uzi's insistence on locking her door and getting naked before they start kissing one night.
Man, it's New Years Eve already. I wish I could've gotten more done this year. But I did get here pretty late. Next year, I'll try and keep up contentfagging and help keep this place just a little more alive, and I hope you all do too. Happy New Years Eve and a Happy New Years, anons. I love you.
>>130209 >Beretta is a computer >Computers are the best at chess >And yet, she keeps losing to Anon >It's very strange >Almost like she wants to lose >But that couldn't be it...
I'll be asleep when most anons meet the new year, so I'll congratulate you all in advance and wish the best, and that /md/ continues to be a special place for all of us.
Happy holidays comrades, may the new year be better for you than the last.
7 hours left but i will say it Happy New Year fellas It's a great pleasure for me to draw and make a lot of fun and fucked up content for (you), this year has certainly been interesting as a whole and I hope for more stuff to happen in the future enjoy yourselves
wanted to get at least one more bit of drawfagging in before the new year, so here's my an attempt at the bug Uzi idea. just a base body for now, and I'll probably redo the limbs because they feel overdesigned and busy
most messed up greentext, enjoy it >we're no strangers to love >you know the rules and so do I >a full commitment's what I'm thinking of you >wouldn't get this from any other guy >I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling gotta make you understand >never gonna give you up >never gonna let you down >never gonna run around and desert you >never gonna make you cry >never gonna say goodbye >never gonna tell a lie and hurt you >we've known each other for so long >your heart's been aching but your too shy to say it inside we both know what's been going on >we know the game and we're gonna play it >and if you ask me how I'm feeling >don't tell me your too blind to see >never gonna give you up >never gonna let you down >never gonna run around and desert you >never gonna make you cry >never gonna say goodbye >never gonna tell a lie and hurt you >never gonna give you up >never gonna let you down >never gonna run around and desert you >never gonna make you cry >never gonna say goodbye >never gonna tell a lie and hurt you never gonna give, never gonna give give you up >ooh never gonna give >never gonna give >give you up >we've known each other for so long >your heart's been aching but your too shy to say it >inside we both know what's been going on >we know the game and we're gonna play it >I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling >gotta make you understand >never gonna give you up never gonna make you cry never gonna let you down >never gonna run around and desert you never >never gonna make you cry >never gonna make you cry >never gonna tell a lie and hurt you never gonna give you up >never gonna let you down >never gonna run around and desert you
Happy New Years from Europe. Time to get shitfaced and look forward to the future, hoping for a wonderful and positive outcome for all of you in due time. Peace and love to all
Went to a store to pick up some groceries and felt really bad for the lil wagie drones working there I asked how I could make their New Year better and they said that tradition required I smooch each of them with a New Year's kiss Is this true?
Started working on a new year's thing and am now feeling lazy so imma finish tomorrow There are four more characters I can fit in, so tell me which they should be (or else I'll make them all Anon and you wouldn't like that now, would you??)
Thought of something fucked up, imagine if like all the cores didn't become Solverpede's, but instead they all tried to go back into their bodies, but the regeneration caused them all to become fused together like some horrific amalgamation
Reminder to all drones that kissing someone on the stroke of midnight is supposed to bring a year of good luck. Company policy dictates all drones and employees participate in order to maximize stock value.
>>130349 >>130352 Yes yes, I deleted my new years message and reposted… twice But can you truly begrudge me for wanting it to be perfect and without error?
Alice entered a winter wonderland. The wonderland entered her. She's not exactly herself any more. Be a dear and don't be like Alice. Or be like Alice and be a deer. It's a free planet, now that the humans are gone.
I finally did my oft-delayed Alice x Alice's Adventures in Wonderland piece, hybridized with the Christmas/New Years' holiday season. I'm still obsessed with conversions, and her antlers almost make it too easy.
And I finally found a good use for the mirror, showing the flash of light that illuminates her and allows me to get away with not imposing global shading on her, allowing her vibrant cartoon color palette and Cheshire smile to shine.
>>130364 Alternate version with her canon hair and eyes. Of course, her original eyes were green, but keeping the ID card the same fits with the idea of 'going native' and being transformed (or transforming oneself). I'll do a 'before' of this Alice at some point.
>>130364 >be like Alice and be a deer >It's a free planet, a lonely one too Absolutely awesome work, I was looking forward to your art! Wait was totally worth it, tbe pose and original design are awesome, very inspiring things! >Drink me >Eat me >Screentime I know bro😏🤤😔 Seeing her drawn with blackstreaks by you is very beautifull, ofc also goes for >>130370 Honestly, the background makes it look very lonely, but also has something 'spiritual' might be the right word, her out in the open, with such a look and dress, christmas and new years deco both, creates a sense of longing imo
>>130382 >the background makes it look very lonely, but also has something 'spiritual' might be the right word Yeah. It's the contrast between her bright colors, high level of detail, and (slightly unhinged) facial expression and the darkness, haziness, and emptiness of the land surrounding her, which ideally makes one wonder about the relationship between them. And she's curtsying to the viewer, so perhaps she's happy to have at last stumbled across someone else, but she can't stop the abyss within her from gazing out, having spent so long with the abyss outside her gazing in.
>>130392 On point, I'm too displaced or so to make points now but you worded what I felt very well. I need to get out of my depressed sloth and do something like that too, happy new year
>>130393 the grunts lucky enough to be on bases celebrate along with their human comrades, despite not really understanding what's so exciting about another year the grunts on the front lines don't even know what day it is
>>130394 I considered having the entire thing be white to represent the brightness of the flash, but decided that doing in a static image doesn't communicate what's supposed to be going on (the viewer would think it's just a light-colored mirror). And the way I lit her meant that the lighting had to be coming from above, and limiting it to a spot on the mirror shows that. And in the show proper, which I did check, there are a decent number of frames where nothing clear is visible in the mirror.
>>130393 femdrone passes new years smoking and looking at the sky, trying to observe the stars, she doesn't do a lot than enjoying her time and possibly sleeping
>yeah i'll just go to sleep and draw tomorrow bro >That always works >Totally >Give up and in to sloth >Tomorrow then >Another day will come >There's always tomorrow >I'll just draw that thing tomorrow this time >See you tomorroe Can anyone relate or has solution? Do you just wing something? Or force it? I am willing bu heres no motivation
>>130410 Work on something else, as soon as your obligated to do anything other than drawing or writing is when the ideas come flooding in Then procrastinate on the other thing as long as possible to ride that wave
>"So how's drone society looking?" Negev asked her friend. "Everything you thought we'd make?" >"Uh..." Amda scratched the back of her neck, just above the enormous bite a sentinel took out of her upper back. "I have a feeling like you're replicating human society, maybe? I gotta be honest, I'm not sure why you're asking for my perspective on these things. I have no point of comparison." >Negev frowned. "Shit." She clicked her tongue. "You at least liking holidays so far?" >"Well, I could have gone the rest of my li- the rest of forever without seeing Rebecca get so frisky with your brother, and even beyond that Thanksgiving was really uncomfortable... but Christmas was nice...?" Amda shrugged as Negev got up to pounce on a bug she spotted. "I already knew what holidays were, but all I ever saw of them was the decorations the humans would put up." Amda snapped her fingers as her half-closed eyes shot back open. "Oh, plus the office Christmas parties, back when I did accounting." >Negev swallowed the bug, consuming its oil and absorbing another life. "You were an accountant?" >"No, accountants got paid," Amda sighed. "I was office equipment." >"Sorry," Negev muttered. "Shouldn't have asked." >"No, no, it's fine. This was way before your time..." Amda noticed a folder on Negev's nightstand. "Is that another one of your dossiers on people?" >"No, it's Grandma's portfolio." Negev smiled like the Cheshire Cat as Amda's eyes went hollow. "Something here I really wanna show you." >"Please don't show me anything Nori made..." Amda pleaded. >"Don't worry, it's fine," Negev reassured the ghost as she flipped through looking for the drawing she wanted. "Here," she said as she thrust it into Amda's face. >It was the "humansona" Amda had long since grown familiar with. A human woman with Nori's wig as her hair, who additionally had wolf ears and a wolf tail (Nori had somehow gained both since the core collapse, and Amda suspected she'd be happier not knowing how). Next to her, however, was something she had never seen before: a woman with Amda's wig for hair and a single horn growing out of her forehead, holding a rifle as long as she was tall. Her breasts were impressively large. >Her expression was one of almost as much confidence as that of the katana-wielding wolfgirl next to her. >"What's with the horn? Am I supposed to be some kind of... unicorn woman?" >"She told me you're supposed to be an oni." >At the bottom, nestled among some Cool S-es, something caught Amda's eye: a caption: MISSING YOU CLOWN GIRL。°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°。 >Amda drummed her fingers on Negev's bed as Negev put the drawing back away. >Before Amda had to start thinking of something to say about her expanded perspective of Nori, Mac ducked into Negev's room. Emily was hanging on to his free arm while holding her head underarm, a smitten look on her face. "Sis, are you done talking to yourself? Because Dad's taking us to the roof to see the fireworks. Best seats in the colony." >Negev sprang out of bed. "Hell yeah!" She looked back to Amda. "You wanna see your first New Year's? Everyone's gonna be there." >"Seeing fireworks for once sounds nice..." >"Not even gonna ask," Mac said. "Just get some boots on." And with that, he powerwalked away, Emily's little legs running as fast as they ever had. >"Y'know, I'm kind of an artist," Negev nervously explained as grabbed her boots. "Work with crayon, mostly, that's all they let us draw or write with in Maintenance & Repair. Do you wanna, uh..." Negev started blushing. "Do you wanna, maybe... model, for some pieces for me, in the future?" >Once the shock wore off, Amda thought about it. Not for long though, since they had fireworks to catch. >"Well, it's possible..." (^Her catchphrase)
>>130436 always love the ghosts. Roky Erickson - If You Have Ghosts considering the state of her locker... Mika has to meet your criteria for ending up as a ghost, right?
>>130445 Her and Jame? Probably. Died never getting to feel the wind under their wings. But they're still roaming Cabin Fever. Would need to find their way up to the surface, like Amda did.
>>130532 J was presumably saved by Tessa before the others based on her calling Cyn "another one" so she probably sees N as something akin to the younger brother getting all of the attention
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>>130520 >I would do heinous things to the spaghetti milf. Look at her! They knew what they were doing when they designed her! She was MADE to get porn drawn of her!
>>130538 >J was presumably saved by Tessa before the others based on her calling Cyn "another one" That doesn't follow. All her calling Cyn 'another one' means is that there were drones brought in after J, but that does nothing to establish J's absolute seniority. If anything, one could easily have her being discovered after N/V, and having a level of corresponding status anxiety.
>>130554 Likely because she doesn't know. When she came back to the manor with Cyn, J immediately panicked and pretended to be all nice after she just kicked down N.
>>130568 kek, I remember that, but on a serious note, the odds of that happening again are so slim, half life 3 has a better chance at releasing this year
>Be anon >Proud owner of a bugretta for the past 3 months. >However for the past three months, Feral Oogis have been trying to raid your house trying to get to you bugretta. >You placed all the typical traps in the typical places. >From poisoned Enn dolls, Oogi glue traps and even the occasional vinegar puddle. >But no matter what you use and how many fell victims to the traps, the little bastards never stopped and always find a way to get inside. >One day decide enough was enough and you were going to put an end of this bullshit permanently. >After watching a video of someone pouring molted aluminum down an underground Vasp nest, inspiration hit you. >After getting your hands on molten aluminum (don’t ask how but it did involved your workplace manager J with her needing some over-the-desk “help”. Clawmarks on the back to prove it.) you headed to your backyard that the oogi hive had claimed for yourself. >seems like there aren’t any guards protecting the entrance. Shame. >Slowly tilting the bucket of molted aluminum, you pour down all of its content down the underground hole. >Immediately, you heard nothing. But after a few seconds have passed, you heard a collective of miniature screams from down the hive. Sounded like there was 50— hell, possibly a hindred of oogis down there. >You hear the sounds of the oogis desperately trying to escape from the aluminum. In there you can also hear some of them crying and what sounded like violent death eeps. Whatever was happening down there, it was probably graphic. >Not going to lie, you actually felt bad for these little things as you are basically committing whatever the oogi equivalent is to a war crime. However it quickly subsided because you remember the time one of these bastards almost poisoned your bugretta. >after 2 whole minutes of watching the hole get turned into a literal hellhole with the screams of guilty oogis. There was now nothing but silence. >After going through the excruciating process of cooling down the aluminum. You dug out the hive and hosed the dirt down. >and what you had now, should be a work of art. >an almost intact aluminum statue of an Oogi hive. Complete with the with the petrified corpses of the oogis and their last moments. There was even one that was doing the han solo carbonite pose. >After chipping off the han solo oogi for the boogi to have, you left the statue outside next to your backyard door. >it cruel but it would surely send a message to the other oogis to not fuck with you. >and hey, at least one oogi would be with your bugretta so win-win. ~#~
>After gazing upon the statue of death, the lone oogi’s nonexistent knees crumbled underneath her as she stared in horror. >she had just left the hive to gather more berris for the others. When she had came back, not only was the hive was gone. There was also a strange structure next to the invisible wall where the humie would at them with contempt. >When she approached the structure for the closer look, the life was drained from her body. >For the structure that she had been looking at was her hive. Encased in metal. She could see all her friends and their horrified expressions permanently frozen in their last moments. >the realization hit her as she realized that if she hadn’t went out scavenging, she would have ended up like the rest of them. >Entropy fills her very being. All the oogis wanted was their Boogi that was held captive from the humie. >What cruel god would let the humie do this to them?!
>>130593 wouldn't it be really sad if she wasn't actually a ho, she just couldn't keep a relationship together no matter what she did and her bringing her latest boyfriend to the cabin was just a desperate attempt to keep him around?
>>130590 if you show a caveman technology, he’ll think it’s magic, if you show a modern day human magic, he’ll think it’s technology, in the most basic way possible, your a dumbass
N and Shepherd are currently passed out on the couch, absolutely blasted (N let his son drink cause he’s cool like that), while U+1F913 and his mom are completely sober, playing video games and getting a bit too competitive.
>>130612 alright than, still, a machine having a soul is fuck all retarded, the whole put of robots is for it to not a soul, or have anything that resembles a living creature, except for the important stuff, like the sexual parts, gotta have them
>>130617 > the whole put of robots is for it to do stuff. And even if that's your concern, they're clearly filled with meat on the inside, so they are, even by a narrow definition, alive.
>>130631 In the Murder Drones universe Solver host drones have souls but humans do not. Tessa is one with the dodos. >all the other souls she assimilated Even in the case of Doll, it's not shown that access to her data means she still has an accessible, active personality in there.
>>130638 >drones have souls but humans do not. Tessa is one with the dodos. your evidence being? >it's not shown that access to her data means she still has an accessible, active personality in there. we see her ghost.
>>130655 >>130647 The part where all the humans (and at least one planet) are dead and we don't see any respawned/reincarnated humans or free-floating human souls that nonetheless have physical existences that could be absorbed and assimilated.
>>130669 If Tessa was alive in even some remote capacity, don't you think Liam would've shown it like with Oil Doll? The truth is, Tessa is gone, the corpse melting was her essentially being set-free, she is gone for good
I'm going to assume there are immortal humans now since they managed to make dogs immortal. Well, technically they aren't human anymore, considering they are immortal.
>>130669 >there's an eldritch god from another dimension that can turn everything into meat and give robots souls, but there's no way ghosts could exist!
If you were a Solver-witch Drone, would you let your DD lover take out your core and tease eating you? Maybe they'd lick you a bit or even put you fully in their mouth
>It's been 4 days and Sentinel-Chan still hasn't let me out of the locker >I am writing this greentext in hope that other Anons will see it with their 4th dimensional eyes and send help >It's so cold in here and I fear that there's a spider in here with me
goodnight everyone, I hope you dream of waking up beside the drone you love, excited to seize every day of the new year and starting it off right with some early morning cuddling
>>130737 if I don’t see that solver tendril shoving it’s way into tessa throat, making a noticeable throat bulge and releasing grey nanos liquid, large amount of it coming out of her mouth, I’m gonna doing a thing
>>130775 No. Britain had already outlawed slavery by the 1850s, they only cared about Southern cotton, but quickly came to source alternatively from Egypt. They recognized the South as a belligerent power in the war, but not as an independent state
>>130835 Tessa in spaaaaaace but it's actually the real Tessa and the silliness is a cracked mask that can't fully hide how everything has worn her down
>>130868 Dunno anymore, I think he got ass whipped on the 10th or something It's important that we all remember going forward that he's basically guaranteed the only threadshitter, so if he starts stuff ignore it
>>130870 aside from that one yuri-hating ESL, pillar-kun is responsible for pretty much all major threadshitting. he's the one guy, and if we're very lucky he won't come back. let's be real, though, he's probably gonna come back with a whole schizo manifesto and a stockpile of shock greens.
>>130871 were you not here for that? the guy who went on schizophrenic rants about the gays and how these threads are his sanctuary. chimped out at any mention of Pavo to the point he wrote a hate green about him raping a child to death. also chimped out about Jane and has it out for pocketsteaks for the same reason, not to mention any artist who's drawn something he doesn't like.
>>130874 >When J is turned into a follower, she is MAD >When N is turned into a follower, he is depressed >Until they lays eyes on Uzi’s newest prisoners, the Elliot sisters, Cyn & Tessa. >They are instantly smitten >This gives Uzi an idea
>John cultivating a lemon tree in the outpost's hydroponics bay >years of hard work pruning and waiting >all so he can take the fattest lemon from the tree and stick four toothpicks in it for legs, two bits of coal for eye, and a piece of string as a tail >the lemon pig will bring him luck this year >and he will finally die >right?
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Been noticing some art of sonic characters and md characters crossing over. So I decided to make this little doodle of a what if idea of metal sonic as a dissembly drone
>>130895 pretty darn nice for a little doodle. I think rouge the bat's design would lend itself well to a DD, what with the bat wings and general body shape
>>130889 Can't John just take his helmet off and let the cold and the toxic death storm claim him? Or is he like every other """"suicidal"""" person and is just a self-pitying attention whore?
>>130904 not only that cyn WILL never have a nice family, or cool weapons, metal is superior in every way, no words are needed for him, if you see him walking towards you, there’s nothing anyone can do to stop him
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I remembered making a dumb crackship doodle between lord x and cyn a while back. And the idea of what their crackship child might looked like has plagued me for a while. So I've decided to drem them. Meet Abyzou
>>130913 it's well drawn, I'll give it that. but you could've drawn anything but this EXE lookin' motherfucker, like a solverfied Rusty Rose for instance
>>130926 Many people have decided that they are able to like things without your approval, sometimes even things that you yourself might *not* like (shocking), but it’s okay anon calm down! contrary to popular belief, this actually won’t kill you and the world won’t need because of this, godspeed my brave little soldier
No seriously, when did this happen. The consensus used to be unanimous that it was Godawful. It got pulled from the Creepypasta Wiki for being too shit even for it.
>>130931 People like sonic and all its associated bueno sincerely now, likely because it represents a specific era in our culture, it harkens back to something nostalgic that people find fond feelings for despite its flaws, and that means things like sonic.EXE & shadow the hedgehog shooting guns and the hot chick heaven video are no longer viewed as derisively, they’re instead appreciated on their own level and treated with affection & appreciation
>>130936 Is there unironic appreciation for ALL of pre-Pendercaust Archie Sonic, i.e. even the pre-Ian stuff that did all the worldbuilding Ian is clearly hopeless without? Because if not... just as there is safe horny, there is safe bueno.
>>130931 Unironically there are more children browsing the web now than ever before. I bet even a portion of posters on /md/ are underaged hence the sudden spike in sonic autism being posted.
>>130942 >Drone gf watches in terror as Anon puts a second video essay in the queue >This one is a twelve hour long vid on the history Smash Bros glitches
>>130931 At least one of the people who like it is the ever-present autist who doesn't even seem to like MD and just talks about other settings being better and how much drones suck compared to humans.
>>130950 >who am you Dude, you just shot English grammatical convention in the head and buried the poor bastard in a shallow grave, I'm actually crying
What every oc did on new years >john impregnated >jane impregnated >Beretta impregnated >Serial designation E impregnated >Serial designation Y impregnated >Lucy still locked in the holiday closet >Abby impregnated >Akita impregnated >Serial designation MG impregnated >Serial Designation Q already pregnant >Elf already pregnant >Switch impregnated >Amy impregnated >Blondi impregnated >Cici impregnated >Buckety and Leg impregnated both >Jo faucet ???? >Pepper impregnated >Serial designation B impregnated >Serial designation H impregnated >Serial designatuon L not impregnated >SD-Eye impregnated >Serial designation K impregnated >Serial designation M impregnated >Overkill impregnated >P(imp) nothing >Serial designation R, impregnated >Izu and Outposf-6 friends impregnated
>>130959 you are fully aware that only looks like a female overkill, so people can clean her up for free, not only that, overkill is made for war, not your fleshlight
>>130971 >Dr. Ones is the father of every baby sired on New Year's Eve >Anon chuckles as he writes this down before looking down and realizing that he is now also pregnant
>>130979 >Jane >Bonnie >Abby Which one would you fuck? Hows a threesome? >>130981 >Jane >Abby Removing Bonnie because its unfair, which one has better Milk?
>>130961 >When asked about the bump she claims it's a manly gut >Acquired by doing manly things >Drinking beer >Eating steak >You know, man stuff >Despite this, she's very careful to avoid alcohol at any parties
>>130999 I feel like I have seen that one before... In all seriousness, cool to see you working on another creature for your bestiary. Out of curiousty, was Copper-9's ecosystem always like this in your story or did these animals get mutated by some sort of Solver influence?
>>130975 the asbestos air on copper-9 is actually hyper concentrated mineral estrogen which is why all males left on copper-9 inevitably turn into girls
>>131012 K so spoilers. No C-9's ecosystem before it was flash frozen was similar to Earth's, with all of it having perished along with the humans, including in the plateau where the japanese embassy was situated and that would eventually become Takamagahara. The reason why Takamagahara/Ashihara/Yomotsu have wildlife this far removed from modern day animals is indeed linked to some Outsider fuckery. It ain't the Solver, in fact the Solver has no real influence this far in the future where TC's setting is supposed to be. I'll dive further into this current mystery in Season 2 since it's also a fairly important character in regards to the ecosystem that I'll have to introduce.
>>131016 Yeah I'm going to have to gain motivation for that. TC is taking up all my drone 'tism's focus currently. I haven't forgotten of W and her squad, in fact, I have an idea for a storyline with them, but first I need to strike a balance with my Takamagahara stuff and finish Season 1.
>Be me >Buffanon (not actually buff, they just call me that because I draw buff dudes) >Go to /md/ and ask people to give me their drawing requests >Get a dozen >Instead of actually drawing them, I sit on my ass, chugging down liquor while watching SsethTzeentach for who-knows-how-long >fml
>>131031 tbf, I do that irl a lot, game is game don't sweat it too much, you're in a deprecated version of our favorite penguin tapdancing discussion forum
>>131040 To be fair, I always thought Cyn calling N "Big Brother" was manipulation rather than actually imply that they're actually siblings. (This is so shittly worded but idk how put it any other way)
>>131053 Imagine having to explain why one of the grunts can't work because she needs maternity leave And then adding on you're the reason she needs maternity leave You'd never live that down (although you might be able to pay to get her out of there and to your home I guess)
>>131056 >There's a whole genre of romance movies about drone owners knocking up and marrying their drones >While incredibly popular, some question the ethics of the films >Those people are whisked away by HoDR for "reeducation"
So, is there a logical explanation for why solver, god of the absolute end, an entity beyond the comprehension of the human mind, made disassembler drones so damn sexy?
>>131065 Wonder if there was some point, really early in the post-"N and V as the main characters and everyone looks like toy robots" phase of development, where the DDs were made by JCJensen and were designed by in-universe coomers.
>Emily floats weightlessly in the darkness of the Doorman household >doors and locks were meaningless to ghosts like her, she phases through one after the other to her destination >as her head breaks through the door to a quiet bedroom, she takes a deep, desperate breath >the smell of studly musk and teenage hormones fills her nonexistent lungs, a manic grin forming on her face as her body shudders >the room is small and messy, stuffed to the brim with knick-knacks >aged footballs and trophies, signed jerseys hung reverently on the wall, dirty clothes and uniforms tossed haphazardously on the floor >posters of bands long past her time hang on every wall of the room- disassembly drone singers and rockstars sharing the stage with worker drones in wild hairstyles- things that would have been unthinkable when she was alive >Emily grins, bending down to pick up a small, orange pair of shorts with the tip of her ghostly finger- standard issue wear at Twunk Hooters >she stretches it between her hands as she stares at the sleeping disassembler in a too-small bed, his legs poking out from the end, wondering how he'd look in such a scandalous garment >perhaps she'd haunt the establishment later >licking her lips, she lets the shorts fall to the floor, positioning herself between his legs she begins to crawl beneath the covers >she places ghostly hands on thick disassembler legs, crawling up his body inch by inch until she reaches her prize >a pair of boxer briefs strained with the effort of containing the fleshy appendage inside >she presses her face against it, feeling it squish beneath her, slowly but steadily growing, hardening >Emily sticks out her fat tongue, ghostly ectoplasm dripping from it as she gives the well-packed boxers a long, forceful lick, smearing ectoplasm over the garment >if only she were corporeal, he would be all hers >but there was only one way for the disassembler to truly see and feel her >the realm of dreams >leaving his manhood behind, Emily continues to crawl beneath the covers until she is face to face with Mac >the sleeping drone drools slightly, sharp teeth exposed and shining bright in the darkness >for a moment, Emily is still, staring deep into his display >flickers of yellow command text occassionally flicker on Mac's screen, his dreaming subroutines running smooth >looking into his eyes like this, her feet only reach his thighs. there was plenty of disassembly drone boy to go around. >she wraps her arms about his shoulders, pressing herself close, the disassembly drone beneath her shuddering as her cold, ghostly embrace cools him >Emily smiles- as if she needed any more confirmation that the two were made for one another >disassemblers run hot, and she was eternally cold, that was simple math >slinking down beneath the covers, making sure to press and grind herself against him all the way, Emily prepares to interface >sliding his legs apart and pulling Mac's boxers about his ankles, a wicked grin creases her face as a cold, ghastly finger hovers inches away from his interface port >and she shoves it inside
>>131080 >the world blurs, the confines of the apartment melting away >cyan text appears on Mac's visor, injected code seeping into his dreaming subroutines >Emily finds herself in a familiar field >green grass painted with white lines, stadium lights shining onto the field, a roaring crowd, and her beloved under center about to snap the ball >she thinks herself into more appropriate garments, a tiny cheerleader's skirt manifesting onto her nonexistent hips >a little underwhelming, that wouldn't do. no reason to be modest when she could be anything >concentrating, her lower half begins to transform >worker boots are replaced with peg legs, Emily's rounded bottomplate morphing into a pair of killer hips, her tiny skirt stretching as it fails to contain her perfect backside >the ground beneath her appears further and further away as inch upon inch of extra height is thought into existence >her arms thicken, wrists expand, fingers flex with power as she feels deadly retractable claws slide into place >ghastly blue LEDs flicker into existence, a deadly stinger tail waving behind her as she struts from one end of the field to another >she scans the field once more, her eyes flickering to the scoreboard >4th and goal, down by 5, seconds on the clock, her boytoy under center >oh, Mac, she smiles >he hikes the ball, drones push against one another, he looks to the left, then to the right, there's no one open >tucking the ball between his arms, he runs up the middle and dives >crashing through friend and foe, his arms outstretched, he dives into the endzone >the gathered crowd explodes into cheers, chanting his name as Mac is held aloft by his teammates >she catches sight of his assembled family, grandparents, parents, sisters, moving towards him >it was one of those happy dreams where you felt the warmth of family >she couldn't have that >rushing onto the field with the crowd, she fights her way towards her superstar stud, pushing over Mac's assembled family with her new, powerful form >wading through Mac's assembled teammates, she grabs his head and gently turns it towards her, away from his dream family >his eyes focus on her, Emily's form instantly attracting his attention >in a dream full of half-thought crowd constructs, Mac's unconscious mind recognized her as being less dreamlike than everything else >she tilts her mouth towards his- he follows along, simply going with the flow of the dream, their soft lips touch >she puts her long, segmented disassembler tongue to good use, wrestling with his own as she invades his mouth >her fingers run through his long, golden locks, the feeling of silky smooth hair more real than anything she could experience in the waking world >the dream constructs around her flicker as they lose unconscious priority, becoming more and more formless as the dream is increasingly centered on the two of them >Mac looks into her eyes as they break the kiss, his screen blushing as he pants for air >wrapping her arms around him, Emily lowers Mac to the ground, the two of them eye level as she pulls him into a hug >"What a game, Mac!" >"Yeah, that was... who are..?" Mac trails off, confused by the foreign presence in his mind >"Haha, did you hit your head too hard on that touchdown play? It's me, your girlfriend Emily." >Mac smiles, of course, how could he forget his girlfriend, the captain of the cheerleading squad? >Emily tugs at his pads, eager to see him outside of them >"Do you want any help getting out of these?" Emily leans forwards, whispering directly into Mac's audio receptors. "We can go back to your place," she moves a hand to her mouth as she giggles >Mac nods and smiles dumbly, enthralled. >Emily takes his hand and leads him away from the field, past the encouraging coaches and cheering fans, her tail wrapping around and pulling against Mac's own >she catches his eyes glancing at her, working his gaze from her smiling face to her fat hips, up and down her body >"See something you like," she teases, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him close as they walk >Mac looks away, his display alight with a blush. "I've never seen bulbs that color before. Everyone I know has yellow one." >Emily squeed internally, the thought of a boy thinking about her "eyes" intensely satisfying >the two of them walk hand in hand beyond the bleachers, the dream world bending and folding to accomodate their desires, the entrance to the bunker appearing much closer than it actually is >the worker defence force drone at the entrance gives the two disassemblers a knowing look as he opens the bunker door >before they now it, both disassemblers are tip toeing through the quiet dark of the Doorman's apartment, giving each other knowing glances as they slip into Mac's room unnoticed >Emily locks the door behind them, grinning lick a disassembler cornering her prey
>>131081 >the two drones embrace, the arms running over one another as they fumble in the dark to undo their clothes >Mac's football gear soon lies in a pile on the floor, shortly joined by Emily's top >she makes a show of removing her skirt and panties, bending down in front of him and pressing her ample backside against his groin as she grinds against him >Emily gasps as she feels a claw sneak beneath her panties, slicing through the garment like paper and exposing her wet, dripping sex >she turns around, her panties caught on the tip of Mac's claw >Mac gives a nervous smile as his adapter stands at rapt attention, Emily gives it a few light touches with her fingers before pushing him onto the too-small bed, her ripped panties flying off to the bedside >she crawls onto the bed, disassembler booty raised high in the air for Mac to see >the bed creaks beneath their combined weight- barely able to contain Mac much less the both of them >his cock pulses with fluid, the tentacle-like appendage standing proudly in the air as her hand grabs at the base, unable to wrap fully around the thick member >Mac bites his lip as she slowly strokes her hand up and down his cock, unintentionally drawing a drop of oil from his lip >Emily wastes no time, springing forwards to lap up the oil as she continues to beat him off >Mac runs his strong hands through Emily's hair, grabbing her ponytails and pulling her deeper into the kiss >his member leaks fat beads of precum that stream down his length, Emily's stroking creating an orchestra of lewd squelches >she can feel him shiver beneath her, his hips lifting up to thrust into the air >Mac gasps for breath as she stops stroking his cock, the mattress beneath them shaking as she repositions herself above his member >taking the tip into her hand, she lines Mac's well-lubed meat with her swollen sex before slowly descending onto his member >she can feel Mac moving his prehensile penis inside her, probing her sensitive insides with the tapered head before pushing upwards with another inch of thick cock that stretches her to the limit >Emily wraps her arms around Mac's neck as she bounces up and down on the disassembly drone's dick, the two of them gasping and moaning and begging for more >"M-mac..." she stutters as he picks up the pace, jackhammering his cock in and out of her, "cum inside, please." >Mac loses his composure as the two approach their climax, his rhythm becoming a desperate, feral series of quick thrusts in and out before finally plunging into her pussy one last time >Emily bites hard on his shoulder as she moans, squirting and drenching Mac's tentacock with fem fluid >his cock pulses and grows inside of her as heavy gouts of seed make their way through his snaking organ, depositing one thick rope of seed after another into her waiting womb >the two of them lay together for what seems like hours, gasping for breath, looking into each other's eyes >still seated in his lap, Emily takes Mac's hand in her own >"Mac, I-" >there's a knock at the door >the dream world shifts, becomes unstable, the room around them melting >Emily's disassembly drone form flickers and fails, her true form taking precedence in the half-dreaming state >Mac's eyes widen as he sees the headless worker drone corpse impaled on his dick, her torn-off neck spurting oil >He screams
>>131082 >"Mac, wake the fuck up." >Mac shudders awake with a gasp, his digital eyes darting from one side of the room to another >Beretta stands at the foot of his bed, her arms crossed >"We're going to be late, dope. We're visiting grandpa and grandma today" >Beretta squints her eyes, lowering them to look at Mac's covers >she grins devilishly. "D-did you pee yourself? Were you having a nightmare?" >she sniffs the air, her grin evaporating as she takes in the heady scent that permeates the room >Mac looks at his covers with horror, the comforter soaked and sticky with cum- and some other substance he can't quite identify >Beretta physically gags, bringing her arm in front of her mouth. "Robogod, that's fucking nasty, dude. You didn't steal another picture of Jane from me, did you?" >Mac screams, leaping from bed and splattering the walls with all manner of gooey secretions >with speed borne from being a murder drone, he physically throws Beretta out of the room and slams the door shut, leaning against the door to keep it shut >what the fuck was his life? >looking down at his flaccid cock, he runs a finger along its length, gathering a sticky fingerful of something >it wasn't cum, not his, it was a light blue and cold to the touch >was he dying? did he have to see the doctor? would anyone even know what to do? murder drone medicine wasn't exactly a popular or practical doctorate to hold >maybe Aunt J would know- she at least had the professionalism that he could trust her not to tell everybody in the bunker >Mac shivered, why was he so cold all the time? he must be dying. >unkown to him, Emily hugged him tight, a "thank you" for the happiest night she'd known in a long time