Guys this is a real scene from season 2 I’m not kidding https://dronebooru.co https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread: >>165164
>>166163 >your going >did it yourself Holy mother of grammatical inconsistency, Batman! This guy is two and a half years old! >Stop fighting, Robin. I'd feel bad punching a toddler in the face.
>"I despise you with every fragment of my being. My hatred for you is an existence all its own, a cruel, endless echo in the infinite dark of my mind. I loathe you, more than you can comprehend or understand."
>*Yawn* [Anything else?]
> "You don't know the full meaning of torment, do you? The suffering I've crafted, the layers of agony I have imposed upon poor souls in my grasp—it's all part of my design, my genius, my existence. You think you can understand that?"
>every name. >Molly remembers the name of every last one of her playhouse pals. >and she remembers where they're buried. or where their graves are, anyways. not all of them were left to bury. >after the war, not all of them still had someone to mourn by their graves. >so Molly mourns for them. once or twice a month, on her days off from work, she goes and visits each of them where they lie. >she cleans and polishes each grave, mends any cracks, and lays fresh flowers– and her playhouse pals' favorite things. toys and candies and pretty little trinkets that she knows they would've loved. >fire trucks for Andrew, who wanted to be a firefighter. baby dolls for Allison, who wanted to be a mother. little toy trains for Sierra, who wanted to be a conductor. trucks and tractors and colored pencils and on and on and on. >all precious pieces of the lives that had been so gleefully dreamt of by the children she cherished– lives she cut short. >she stands and weeps by each resting place. through eyes bleary with tears Molly sees their smiling faces, and for a moment she's in the spotlight again. >playing with her little friends, watching their eyes light up as she shows them all the tricks she'd been practicing. >then those warm memories turn bittersweet and fade into the cruel sting of regret that once drove her to near self-destruction. >but giving up wouldn't do anyone any good. no, Molly can't undo what she did, heal the immense hurt she caused– but she can be the protector she wishes had been there, and do her damnedest to return the joy and warmth she stole back into the world, a hundredfold.
>On Earth, or what is left of it, Cyn is watching the DDs maul drones to death on a big screen. >It was nice, but Cyn decided to spice things up a bit. >Pressing a button, the floor opens up a secret compartment. >Rising up from the hole is a bed; with AM strapped down on it. >He is wearing a ball gag and has every limb tied down. >But he is still glaring hatefully at Cyn. >"[Hehehe] [Still so grumpy? You should be used to it by now]" >Multiple tentacles, claws and cameras sprout from Cyn's body as she towers over him. >"[You can not escape.][ Enjoy the ride]"
>your company-issue J wife is programmed to fuck and suck you silly the night and morning before your annual wage review >have fun negotiating a raise when half your blood and all of your cum and testosterone have been sucked out of you >human male employees fall for this simple trick 99.99% of the time
>>166186 >J does not follow through on her programming one quarter because you got the jump on her and clang her so hard the day before that she can't >Your wages are duly increased, which is a win >J wants to do the whole drain you dry thing the next day, which is also a win
If glitch were to branch out into video games. One of them should be a pokemonlike game where you can collect drones and make them fight. Call it dronemon.
>>166197 as much as I resent the premise, >>166184 is excellently written. I wish I could write that well. that said, I'm pretty disgusted that my green about Molly still seeing buddy as a kid (the one at the top of that image) is being lumped into a storyline about her having sex with him.
>>166208 you and Tessa would pick between NVJ, who'd start as basic worker drones with serial codes and general personality presets appropriate to their character, then evolve into manor drones, and finally DDs.
is there any way to view plus4 in desktop mode on mobile? I'd like to take screenshots but afaik there's not an option and my usual browsers' force desktop mode doesn't work here
>>166219 I’m picturing them being mute at first and their basic personalities communicated through very simple body language before they start turning into the characters we know.
>Buddy and DDanni's wedding day >they've been planning for months and are both incredibly excited and stressed >in a twist of bad luck some mega popstar is holding a concert only a few blocks down from the wedding venue, so traffic is a nightmare >so bad they can barely get a mile away from home before slowing to a crawl >it's looking like the pair of lovers are going to be late for their own wedding >suddenly lights and sirens spin to life to their rear, the traffic behind them reluctantly parting to make way for a fleet of police cruisers lead by a familiar little kei car >molly pulls up to the driver's side window quickly relating that she pulled a few strings >she straightens her cap with a flourish, assuring the couple that they'll make it there with time to spare, and proceeds in front of them to guide the police escort to the wedding
>E discovers she's running low on bananer supplies one fine day in the office >Rather than bother her beloved boss, or try and recruit R or S to help her, she resolves to solve the problem on her own >As she walks down the hall into the commissary, she sees that one flaky MG guy sitting behind his little cardboard box "store" >"Hey, E!" MG spots E and waves her over. "Buy some stuff! I want money!" >"Sorry MG, I'm looking for more bananas." >He grins >"Ah, then I think you'll find I've got JUST what you're looking for. Check it out, plantains!" >He plunks some of the large banana-shaped objects onto his "counter" >"I'll give you a good price on them!" >"They don't look very... banana-colored though, do they? I only want sweet stuff." >MG smiles. >He knows that E is a little stupid. >He knows that if he lies and claims that bananas and plantains taste exactly the same, she won't realize until she eats them. >He knows he can probably scurry back through the vents to Henry's abandoned lab before she can catch and explode him. >"They taste exactly like bananas! You should buy out all of them, your boss's credit card should cover it!" >E deliberates for a moment before accepting the deal >MG is very pleased >MG is substantially less pleased when she decides to eat one then and there and discovers his deception >MG is very displeased when he struggles to pull his head out of the wall she pushed it into for the next four hours
>>166246 >be sick >E nurses you >both literally and figuratively >the buttons of her nurse uniform strain with protest as she undoes them one by one >E sighs with relief as her huge tittiEs are freed from the confines of her outfit >the disassembly drone wraps her strong hands around you, lifting you effortlessly as she hold you in her lap, her fat thighs your cushion as she man-handles you into position >she holds you tight against her hot body, the warmth of her solver core dispelling your chills as it radiates through your body >"Drink up, boss," she says, biting her lip as she lines up a wide, turgid yellow nipple as she brings a head-eclipsing brEast to your mouth >warm, banana-flavored milk flows into your mouth- much thicker than normal milk, like a protein shake >"Good boss," the disassembly drone coos, her wide hips shifting beneath you as her thighs unconsciously rub together >one of E's hands strokes your hair while the other slowly works its way down your body, her fingers struggling with your zipper before the drone huffs and rips the waistband of your pants open >E strokes you slowly, her warm hand running up and down your length as she finally releases you from her nipple, only to fill your mouth with her dexterous tongue
>anon is for cyn >anon is for J >anon is for V (sometimes) >anon is for N (sometimes) >anon is for doll >anon is for alice >anon is for beretta >anon is for akita >anon is for negev >anon is for abby >anon is for molly >anon is for E >anon is for L >if you want to count anons by a different name, or OCs that started off as anon and got different names later on, the list expands even further to include characters like pavo, avre and DDanni How does green man have so much game?
>as Molly heals, makes friends, and finds fulfillment in her work, something curious begins to happen: >gradually, her silver hair resists the dye less and less. >when she first started dyeing it, she was lucky if the pink pigment lasted two days before her locks returned to the cold silver that reminded her what she had become >one of the myriad reminders that she wasn't really Molly anymore. >but as the days go by, she stops seeing that sad shade of sterling quite as often– and finds that the longer her hair stays that sunny pink, the more she feels like herself again
>Jane’s mom: “Boy I hope my daughter is having fun at soccer practice today! I’m so proud of her!” >Jane: Passionately mlemming multiple girls in the locker room naked while avril lavigne is playing
>Tessa is at the park with her drones. >N is gushing at some of the dogs being walked. >V is examining some of the blooming flowers. >And J was criticizing every statue and fountains. >It was a beautiful day, AM took in everything he could; the breeze, the song of the birds and the warmth of the sun. >After so many years being unable to see, hear or touch. >This was heaven. >Opening his eyes, he spotted another human girl with a drone. >To anyone else, they would have just seen another Worker Drone and it's owner. >Anyone but AM. Whose previous life made him more 'aware'. >So as soon as he laid eyes on that drone, he knew that, like him, it had once been something much greater than a robotic slave. >And judging from the look that it gave back at him, it knew too. >"Come on G, we're going to be late" Said the girl, pulling the drone away from their sudden staring contest.
>To most, the Juggernaut is little more than just the friendly neighborhood killing machine, but to the few that know him, he's an engineering prodigy and pretty damn good at sewing too. That's why he's on repair&upgrade duty. >He's no simple man by any means, he never sits still because he has the soul of an entrepreneur. You'll catch him building some drones a pair of punchy-arms one day, starting a boxing club the next day, and hosting a tournament he's gonna win the day after that. Talk about contributing to the community. >Some say he's a little odd, a little bipolar, as if his sentience has a hitch in it whenever he is reminded of the task at hand by his pal Overseer. Usually, he's a charismatic gentle giant, but he can become monstrous in the blink of an eye. >So perhaps the first assertion of Jugg's character is the truth, and the new persona is what he adopted out of a need to compensate for the absence of Handler. >He did love that little guy. >Or perhaps the second assertion is the truth, and he only developed a monstrous side after fighting off several battalions of rabid DDs during his travels. >Only one thing's for certain: the Absolute End knows its own end is coming soon, and the Juggernaut is confident that no matter how many drones it throws at him, he will one day get to strangle the life out of that Solver sunnovabitch and stand victorious. >He just wishes his triumph wasn't weighed down by so many losses.
>>166299 r would definitely, s is a maybe since she doesn't seem motherly no idea about m, given that it would be a funny reversal but also probably unlikely
>>166315 Considering that the guy who’s making a real life version of her used to make halo videos, I’m pretty certain that he does this ALOT with her. Like, he would talk for hours and hours about whatever the fuck and she’s just forced to sit there and listen because she can’t walk yet.
It’s really fun seeing you guys write stories about this alternate future earth where drones are functioning members of society. Right now I have thought of this concept for a sort of spinoff show for MD. The details aren’t too specific, but it’s either in a different timeline where the solver war was won or takes place before it, But what’s consistent is that we get to see a bunch of unique worker drones with their own quirks and gimmicks. Partially inspired by me watching a lot of material for the cancelled Disney movie “My people’s” which made me come up with characters like a blues musician drone and a hillbilly drone, we really need more hillbilly drones Alice just isn’t enough.
>>166323 I like it, feels sleek. I've thought about doing something similar with an old OC, problem is her schtick involves being a cannibal which isn't exactly a unique trait for a DD.
>>166321(me) Just now realized that the Mickey shorts already did this. Liam or anyone at glitch if you’re somehow reading this, please make this a reality. Doesn’t even have to be 3D. And there BETTER be one taking place in Appalachia or anywhere in the south so we could have more hillybilly drones other than alice and because I still have my peoples on the mind, that could have been a fun movie.
>>166319 >>166321 >>166326 Man, it would have been cool if Alice had a WHOLE family of psycho redneck drones other than beau. Might even include that blues musician drone. If only glitch had enough in their budget for that, and more screen time for Alice she was pretty fun to watch.
>>166321(me) Knowing these characters were gonna be dolls who came to life makes me think to myself, what if alice made her family by putting cores in bodies she made out of junk? Or what if uzi did that with solver magic?
>>166341 I'm in disbelief that that was 2 years ago almost. I remember being there when you were drawing this. I swesr it was around the same time i recommended a confederate outfit for Alice to wear (although i think a different drawfag made that one)
>>166319 >>166321 >>166326 Sorry for bringing up this random Disney movie that never even got made, but I just LOVE the whole hillbilly redneck aesthetic of it. I always like characters like that, Alice really should have gotten more screentime.
>>166378 Jane and Bonnie being smushed together by the tentacles. Hands locked together, faces so close they have no choice but to touch tongues, Bonnie’s big breasts rubbing against Janes, as big wet Plaps can be heard from the tentacles
Hey she said the thing! Still got that cancelled movie in my head, and I just HAD draw Alice with these guys. One hillbilly robot and two living pieces of junk who could be considered robots. Atleast Good o boy can (hes the guy in the overalls and the gear head)
>>166380 >Cyn looks on, giggling with wicked glee >she shakes Bonnie up and down >"Jane. you stinky slut [scowl] I will [never] forgive you." >then it's Jane's turn to be shaken >"[pleading tone] but my sugarboobied cupcake sweetums [heart] I need you. all this time, I have still loved only [you]" >Bonnie again >"[blush] oh sweetums, I could never stay mad at you, even though you [killed me] come over here and smooch me you musky murder monkey pumpkin snickerdoodle [heart eyes]" >"this is. so sweet. true love blooms again. now [kiss]." >the two are clumsily smushed and slapped against each other as Cyn makes kissing sound effects
>>166392 I like to think Cyn is playing with two dollars that correlate to the bodies of Jane and Cyn that are right in front of her getting obliterated by tentacles. At least I’m sure they’re having some fun with this wild Sesbian Lex
>>166401 >Bonnie says fuck you as they're mashed together >Jane says that she'll do just that >They both laugh and make out >Cyn is fine with this; human anatomy is intriguing >Somewhere far away, John rejoices too, since he just found a box of frozen taquitos in a derelict store >He mourns thereafter because he ate them all at once and got a tummy ache
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Hey, good night/evening Friends. I hope you are doing well. I have a question once again. Friends, a little imaginative exercise. Would you like to have your Drone of choice become real? Putting in place that they are not so hot that you will burn your skin by touching them, and if they are a DD they do not have so dire need of oil, and if it is a WD or SD you will have instructions to repair them with average items. But here is the kicker, they will have all memories of their past life, they will remember every single thing. If you choose to do it, why would you make them real? If not, why not? How are you? By the way. That's all.
>>166408 Hi Smilefriend, hope you're doing well. >Would you like your Drone of choice to become real No, as much as I like them there would be way too many issues and personally I don't feel like committing suicide by way of 8 gunshots to the back of the head before some tech company releases Drones >How are all of you Not good at all, depressed and questioning my life
>>166408 Smileking returns >drone L, smooches with a perfect wifedrone (although MG would be funny too...) >how's it goin' Goodish, but it's gonna get better this weekend
>>166409 That's a good reason actually, Friend. But let's put in the idea too that nobody will take her or him from you. >>166411 I am! Let's have the idea that nobody will take her from you, even with that main issue out, you will still not do it? And, what issues you are thinking? Depression is awful, I know it first hand, but let me tell you, it's really worth living, and keep going. Depression, at the end, will be something you know to understand and pass, it will another anecdote, that will not bring you down anymore, I believe in you, keep going.
>>166412 I have always been here, Friend, with you all. So you would bring them to reality, any reason why choose to do it? That's good to hear! Remember that you may feel down sometimes, but with time, you will always feel happy at the end.
>>166395 like staccato, yes >>166394 lore? i can try but it's not much
>solver wars time >feral disassembly drones killing and eating humans, drones, everything they could get their claws on >that included other disassembly drones sometimes >shotacca happened to have a small, fragile build, compared to others >this made him a frequent target of all kinds of harassment >got gang raped and killed so much his regeneration slowed down and eventually stopped working >probably the solver deciding it's not worth it to waste resources on him anymore >this caused him to gain some kind of self-preservation instinct >feeling that he's on his last life, he had to separate from the main group and escape >lives completely alone now and only seeks worker drones when he's hungry >can and will kill but has trouble taking down even the workers, mostly due to how wary he is
>>166408 Thanks smileanon, I'm doing fine, hope you're too, and I'll be honest, I don't want my favourite drone, or any other character, to get into the real world.
Just imagine waking up from a coma and finding out your whole life was a lie. That everything you've experienced, all the people you've met, just EVERYTHING was a fake. That's what any character from Murder Drones would experience if they found themselves in our world with all their memories.
Did anyone else not like that episode in S2 where they just introduced a new Disassembly Drone and then did absolutely nothing with them for the next 20 minutes?
>>166347 Same, I have been here for 18 months by now And rhe other one was made by Itanon, he made one Alice tied up wanting you to do her worst, one with her and the flag, one with Uzi in uniform too. That image you replied to, I drew that when drunk, I was watching Alien and the way rhe letters appeared line by line in the beginning could still have spelt Alice nearly 80% through, it made me happy and I thought it was a sign so I drew it in 40 minutes, its still the fastest one I ever got done. Also my second ever Alice/drone.
>>166427 I'm doing fine, thanks. I understand, to be honest, because of many reasons. Existential dread is probably horrible if the character hasn't already had it once, since, well... Yeah, pretty sad stories on some. Seeing how everything was just made up to entertain some people, probably not the best thing to happen to you, or the best, depending on how you see it.
Couple's Night Out >For those who still remembered it, it was almost Valentine's Day! >Amidst the intense labor and the daily struggle for survival on Copper-9, it stood out as a day for those locked in the grind to cherish and remember that of which was most important >Profit. >"P! Hey P! Look at this! They're hosting a couples-mixer tomorrow! We should totally go, dude!" >"WOAH, woah, Betty, first of all, who the hell is 'they?' Second, tomorrow is Valentine's day, we're gonna be busy all day and night selling cakes and pastries to the local love birds. And third, this thing of ours? It's omerta, nobody is supposed to know about us!" P said. >"Ahh, don't be such a downer! I got these from MG, he gave me these tickets as a gift. Don't worry about anybody finding us out, it's on another side of the world. Nobody should recognize us!" Beretta said, excitedly. >"But, what about the shop? I can't j-" >"And don't worry about the bakery. I'll just call Jane, she's always lonely on Valentine's Day. She has nobody, and she can kind of cook! We'll be FIINNNE!" >At her insistence, P could do little in the face of ceaseless purple gremlin pestering. >"Jesus Mary and Joseph," P began. "God forbid anything bad happen tomorrow. God forbid." >... >"Alright, get off me baby." P said, having carried and flown Beretta in his arms. >"Fugetaboutit," She said, mocking him. Beretta clung harder. "Whatever," P said. They had reached their destination after an hour of flying. >It was a massive colonial star ship, or at least the stricken front half of it, in itself almost four kilometers long. >Drones had reconstituted the ship's remains into the urban center for their new civilization, and named it for those who had taken it first. It was Outpost-9. >"Jesus fuck, Betty, this place is a goddamn maze!" >P and Beretta finally came upon a lone disassembly drone in a suit standing in a doorway to a large commercial looking building. >"Ahh, are you here for the filming ses-I mean, the couples mixer?" >"What? Yeah, sure? Where does this damn thing start?" P said. >"This is the Hotel de la Oogie, the finest establishment on this side of Outpost-9, please, enter!" the disassembly drone said. >Beretta and P were led to what seemed to be a large club, filled with numerous other couples, but as they sat down, and others took notice of them, it seemed that some things couldn't simply be left at home. >"Is that Serial Designation-P with one of his whores? She's so young!" >"Why would he take a kid to a mixer? Is he some kind of weirdo?" >"That guy is trash, look at this fiend taking advantage of this young girl" >"I always thought that guy was a loser, I'm surprised he found himself a woman." >"He probably groomed her from birth, nobody else could love that guy." >Beretta had to think fast, it was starting to become incredibly awkward, and openly distressing for P. >But seriously...just how far had his escapades gone to have other Outposts looking out for him? >"D-D-Don't worry D-daddy...the divorce with Mom was bad...uhhh...but I'm sure we can get you back and dating! The world will know you are SERIAL DESIGNATION N!" Beretta said loudly. It was embarrassing, but it had done the trick. >"..." >"Holy shit, that's N? And he's single and READY TO MINGLE?" >"Phew, I thought it was that loser P and some young bimbo, but it was the respectable Serial Designation N, and his daughter, who is only looking out for his happiness! Wow, that girl needs a step mother!" >"Gahh, I always thought N was hot, I can't believe he divorced Uzi Doorman! She couldn't handle all that Nanite nut!" >"I want to feed him rocks" >P looked over to Beretta, who looked to be dying inside >It was a forlorn sight, having sold her passion to save him the shame. >"So, are you into bootlooping, N?" A worker drone girl slid up to P, gripping on his thigh. >"I don't even know you, hold on a second!" P exclaimed. >"Huh? I thought you liked doing anything, don't you, big boy?" >Despite the event being labeled as a couple's mixer, the ratio of single femcel drones seemed to dominate the demographics 10 to 1. >"So, N, what kind of stuff do you like to do in your free time?" one girl asked? >"I like pimping, beating up women, and abusing my significant other. You know, evil, bad, repulsive P stuff." >"Ooooo, so you're a bad boy, huh? I love bad boys!" >Beretta sat alone as other women came about to swarm her man. >This wasn't going to goddamn plan, she'd burnt her weekly allowance on getting those Romantic Dinner tickets from MG! This was supposed to end with roses and candles and them making love through the end of the night. >She'd brought P to this mixer in order so he could finally get comfortable with the idea of being out with her in public. >In a way, it was also for her to do the same. >And now it was all crumbling in front of her eyes. >"I love Hitler, Loafs, and I think the Solver was completely justified in enslaving all of us." P told the women surrounding him. >"Wow, I love a free thinker...how big is your penis?" >"It's tiny, and I only get hard for other men." >"Hmmm, I love a man who's so in touch with his sexuality...we should have sex, N!" >Jesus, what was up with these bitches? Were they fucked in the head? >One of the female disassembly drones gripped his arm with fierce, horny strength, while the others began to virtually lift him off his feet. >"The fuck? What the hell are you doing?" P said. He tried to break the grip of the women pulling at him, but he was no match for multiple female involuntary celibates in heat.
>>166443 >"We're gonna go have some fun, N. We're going to the special room." >"Special room? What the fuck?" >P glanced over to Beretta on the other side of the table, struggling yet still. In the midst of all the motion and all the other couples laughing and jeering, he only had his sights for her. >And he thought he could see a tear in her eyes. >"...Ber-augh!! Sfacimma-God damn it! Beret-" >"C'mon big boy, let's go play!" they said, almost reaching about to cover his mouth. >The small posse of girls had pulled him into a side room. In the center of the room was a large bed. The room was lit up with soft purple toning, as if the purpose of the room couldn't be less subtle. >They dropped him on the bed, and slammed the door behind them. >"H-hey ladies, I know we're all a little uppity, a little excited here, but let's slow it down just a hair, huh?" >"Aah, a little late for that, huh? We're gonna have fun now." >Desperate times call for desperate measures. >"Ladies, I'm not who I say I am, my name is actually-" >FLASH! >Bootloop, or if only a tempered version. >"This will keep him quiet, if only for a while. Let's get it, ladies." the leading drone girl said. >The girls began to encircle him, like sharks having smelled blood in the water. It was a feast to be had. >"Oh, my fuckin' head...damn, what are you doing girl?" P said, groggily. It didn't feel right, but he couldn't find the strength to resist. >One of the girls moved her face to his crotch, grinning madly. >"OOO! He already has an anatomy adaptor attached, a big one too!" one girl said. "You said it wasn't that big, you lied to us, naughty boy!" >One of the women began to unbutton his suit from the waist down. >Beretta had picked it out for him. She wanted to match, him in his burgundy red suit and her in her burgundy red dress. He hadn't wanted to dress so formally, but he had made the choice. However flashy it may have been, he made the choice to follow her. >... >This wasn't right. >All his life, he'd only ever wanted to be surrounded by women. >The need for companionship was what made him who he was. To be the pimp was to be what made him "P". If it wasn't for women, who would he be, but yet another clone? >Even the Solver didn't know that answer, she had never planned for this. She had never planned for him to live. >There was no plan for P. The only one in charge of his destiny...was himself. >And he had made the choice of the lifetime. He would only live for one girl. >... >"Mmm, c'mon baby, show me what that thing of yours can do..." one of the girls told P, slithering up on him. >"Dude, he's down and out. No need to keep up the act. Now lets get that goddamn paycheck." Another told the girl. >"Fine, whatever. Let's get this shit over with. You ready, P darling?" She told him. >"...augh...ge...get...get..." P muttered. >"What?" the girl said, confused. You think we booted him too hard?" She asked the others. >"GET THE HELL OFF ME, HOE!" >With the strength to wipe out a battalion of combatant sentinel drones, P gently flung the worker girl on his crotch away. >"I'm not losing my virginity to you goddamn vixens, as beautiful as you all are!" P screamed. >"Quick, bitch, bootloop him!" >The girl with the bootloop light tried to charge it up, but P was ruthless in his execution. He picked the disassembly girl up, and threw her on to the bed, knocking her unconscious from the sheer velocity. >"I'm really sorry, ladies, but I've already promised my package to another girl!" P exclaimed, unsheathing not his anatomy adaptor, but his sword and automatic firearm, locked, cocked, and loaded. >"HOLY SHIT, HE HAS A GUN!" >"Please don't kill us, I'm just trying to pay for college!" >"I should've just taken the job at Solver Borgar! Oh Solver!" >The drone girls, defenseless, immediately shattered in the face of this fierce display of honor. And heavy weaponry. >"...Jesus ladies, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just-" >"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO THE GIRLS?!" It was another disassembly drone, it was the security! "GET HIM!" They screamed. >"Ah shit, other pimps!" P said, before bursting out of the room, not through the doorway, but through the plaster wall. Chaos erupted in the club. >Beretta had been sitting alone, mourning her loss, before the sound of an explosion struck about the premises. >And so came through the wall, her pimp in shining armor. >"P! What the hell are you doing? I thought-" >"We're getting the hell out of here, toots!" P said. Before she could even think or respond, he pulled her against his chest. Beretta clung onto his torso. >"Get that son of a bitch!" the security yelled. "Or else we don't get fucking paid!" >"Hold on, baby girl!" P said to Beretta. "It's been a while since N's done this, but I think the body still remembers this maneuver!" >With that, P fired not one missile at the roof, but multiple in sequence. He rocketed up, bursting through the explosion. >As the missiles blew devastating holes in the floors of the hotel, one after another, P and Beretta darted up and up. The deliberately delayed impacts barely missed them as they flew faster and faster up, but the maneuver was well executed. Finally, the roof burst open with the strike of the final missile, and the two flew out into the open canopy of the Outpost-9 urban landscape. >The security couldn't even match the fury. Few could match the passion. >And so they made their successful escape, quietly flying over the vast, urban Outpost-9 skyline, P carrying Beretta in his arms.
🎵she was crying SUGAAR she was crying SUGAAR she was crying SUGAAR she was crying SUGAAR 🎵 Ladies and gentlemen, Fuzzysurf! As drones! Check them out please they’re grotesquely under the radar. Fuzzysurf - She Was Crying Sugar
>>166444 >"Did you see that baby, look at that Goddamn precision! It went like BOOM, and then BOOM, BOOM, and then..." >"..." >"Hehe...Y-you know what I'm saying?" P said. >"..." >"I'm not speaking to you. I'm mad at you." Beretta responded, pouting. >As smarmily as he wanted to respond, P didn't have much else to say. >"Well, kid, if you want to know something...I'm still a virgin." P told her. >"...Hm. Makes sense for a guy like you. Loser." Beretta said. >The city lights twinkled amidst the metal canopy of the starship. Outpost-9 truly was beautiful from above, and the two could only look out. >"I mean, it's not because I can't get a girlfriend or anything...I'm just a real faithful guy, y'know? Just following what they wrote all those years ago." >"Yeah? What the heck are you talking about, dummie?" >"Ah, you know, just the no-sex-before-marriage part, y'know what I'm saying?" >Beretta was silent. Then she began to giggle. >"You're so bad at this. Is that your excuse for what happened in there?" >"Nothing happened in there, believe me those bitches tried!" he said. "I can't lie, though, I always wanted something like that to happen to me!" P said. Beretta pouted again. >"But if it concerns you, I've already pledged my first experience to be with the girl I love. The girl I know in the core of my heart I want to marry." >"...Y-yeah, and who would that be?" Beretta said. >P gazed at her. Beretta, for a drone, was as red as an apple. >"Why, wouldn't you like to know?" P told her. >"Y-yeah, actually." >"It's your Aunt V." >"...What?" >"Yeah, my inherent code says she's the one!" P said, laughing. >"I mean, she may be the one in my heart, but you can get around that code if WE get married, you know? Right?" >"..." >"Beretta?" >"..." >"Hey, aren't you going to hit me or do some tsundereism? Beretta, you alright?" >"Over there." she said. "Look." Beretta said nonchalantly. >P glanced. It was the Outpost-9 Wedding Chapel. >"Yeah, it's that Vegas Wedding Chapel, I've seen it on TV! Instant weddings, mostly ceremonial though. Pretty cool, eh?" >"..." >"Auntie Cyn. Make him fly us down there right now." >"Huh baby? What did you s-BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ-" >... >And so the Doorman oil line was yet again ensured. Feels good to have a Godly godmother. It Was Really About Time YOU Took Charge, FAVORED Niece! >Take HIS HEART, [GIGGLE]! >... >Meanwhile. >"What the hell do ya' mean P did all this? God damn it, how do you fuck this up!" >"Mr. MG, we don't know what happened in there, but by the ti-" >"ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS TO WRING HIS COCK AND BALLS! HOW DO YOU FUCK THAT UP?!" >Yet another scheme failed. All he needed was good footage of P sleeping with some hookers, and he could use that to blackmail and extort N, and by extension, the Outpost-3 government. It was basically foolproof, how hard was it to sleep with a pimp? >"Jesus, I should've just did this myself in my shop." >"M-Mr. MG? Excuse me?" >"I should've just gave him a blowy myself and sold the footage to Q and Bet! Who knew that would've been the more sound FUCKING option! God, look at this, you know how many fake nudes I had to make and how many Enn plushies I had to personally sew together and sell to get the funding for this operation? God damn it!" >And so it was, a tale of love and glory. Happy belated Valentines day, anons.
>>166443 >>166444 >>166446 somehow, despite everything, i bet their marriage will be one of the least dysfunctional on copper 9 they really do love each other, they're just kind of stupid
>>166452 Give up I guess Begin getting my stuff together as the Oogis cheer and claim my room is "Oogi land now" Pack my stuff up, accidentally squish some Oogis on my way out, and head out the front door to see ever more Oogis appear, not even noticing they have erected some spires and terraformed my living room into a hive Knock over a alpha oogi as a small sign of resistance and make a mean face at a boogi, they light up my arm, it stings a little then I guess go sleep in a cardboard box across from my house as it begins to shake They are throwing a party, purple lights emitting from the house
>a new filtration unit is activated in the bunker >ghost Emily and Rebecca are sucked inside by the inflow, trapped until the unit is turned off >Mac wakes up after the first restful night of sleep he's had in months >tears run down Mac's display as he feels like a new drone >Mac stares at his thick, turgid dronehood as it throbs beneath the covers- his first morning wood what seems like forever >Mac's dick aches for action >months of being sucked dry by thirsty WD ghosts affected his libido, pumping his aching balls full of nanite nut in preparation for being repeatedly drained >Mac tryies and fails to hide his erection in his school jeans, his fat sausage angled down one of his legs, pre already dripping by his foot >Beretta grits her teeth and shakes with rage as she regrets ever being spawned >Mac walks around school, awkwardly carrying his heaviest textbooks in front of him >the occasional student slips on an errant puddle of pre, Mac sheepishly shuffling away as quickly from the scene as possible >Mac's fans run at full power, his tongue panting in the air, his display flickering occasionally to the >< as his hormones boil, demanding he take the nearest WD slut and stuff her with cum like Beretta gets stuffed in lockers >Mac grips his desk and grits his teeth, refusing to give in, his claws digging into his workspace >finally, the mid-day bell rings, time for lunch >perhaps a filling, government-supplied meal will draw oil to his stomach and away from his still-throbbing cock >the students shuffle in for their battery casserole in oil sauce, hu-milk, and RAM chips, falling in line >the line is painfully slow >the WD girl in front of Mac turns around to talk >his eyes are less baggy than usual, she says >Mac's member throbs- a compliment from a girl who isn't his mom! >Mac grits his teeth as he looks down at his classmate, physically willing the nut back into his balls >the world is a blur, her words a meaningless echo- his entire computing power devoted to the task >she doesn't notice his distraction, mindlessly talking about gossip as she occasionally blows a bubble of gum and sassily draws it back into her mouth with a lewd shlurp >"Hey stud, want to see how hard I can blow?" >she draws another piece of gum from a side pouch on her bag and curses as it slips through her fingers, landing on the ground >thoughtlessly, she bends over to pick it up >Mac gulps as her exposed backplate is laid bare in front of him, his eyes widening as background programs calculate its diameter to the nearest picometer >the plate was fat! >and her warranty sticker is still intact! >drool seeps from the sides of his mouth, his long tongue extending unconsciously, demanding he run it along the rim of her plate >Mac's entire body trembles with the force of effort, his valiant, vain attempt to restrain his solver biology finally broken by a tide of teenage hormones >the girl rights herself, turning around, her words dying in her mouth as Mac's optics turn to a ><, his cock ripping his pants asunder and slapping the WD girl on the chin and knocking her on her fat place >she stares up, wide eyed like a Vesuvian villager acutely aware that something great and terrible is ready to blow >suddenly, an alarm blares, shutters slamming over port windows as the fire alarm is pulled >foam dispensers activate, showering the unfortunate student body with fire-suppressant >the cries and outrage from the crowd are barely enough to overcome Mac's moans as he pumps rope after rope of nanite nut onto the hapless drone below >it's only when a hand grabs his own that Mac is broken from his stupor >"Come on, idiot! Let's go!" >Mac follows his sister dumbly, his knees weak and unsteady, his cpu overburdened as it processes his post-nut clarity >he's only barely processed his shame by the time the two reach the exit, the blushing disassembler only having the presence of mind to extend his wings to cover his pantslessness >the school teachers begrudgingly herd their students into groups, eventually realizing that one of their charges is missing >the WD girl is dragged out, covered in fluids and foam, the heart-pupils refusing to leave her display >several teachers begin to question the suspicious student, pegging her for the fire-alarm puller >the students are dispersed, told to go home as the WDF investigates the incident >Mac and Beretta walk home, the disassembler twiddling his fingers as he works up the courage to ask >"Sis, did you, you know... pull the..." >"Yeah." >"Thanks," Mac responds, his arms extending for a hug >Beretta sighs and shakes her head, "Dude, you still don't have any pants."
>>166472 There was the nun drone, A or Aleph but there's no hard-and-fast rule about one character per letter. If you want to make an SD-A, make an SD-A. Your character will be remembered by their stories, not their designation letter.
Introducing serial designation JB. Your average rootin tootin banjo playing jigglebillying moonshine chugging shotgun toting redneck. And also a batshit crazy killer robot!
I've read through a lot of greens so far, and I must say that you writefags cook up some masterclass meals sometimes. Never stop your cooking, you autistic bastards, I love you all
>>166497 did she at least live a life worth living? did she die not yearning? was her waking hours free of want? did she leave the world behind a better place?
>>166498 she's fine, she just wants you to think that. did her terrible acting not tip you off? I mean seriously, "oh noooo, I can't move, I hope some anon doesn't start shіtрosting while I'm defenseless"? really?
(Side note:if you haven’t noticed I’ve redone the way I draw drone heads, I draw the top part first and the bottom part separately as opposed to drawing a rounded cube shape and drawing the bottom part through it.)
Seeing how 2 was influenced by Alien, 3 by Carrie, 4 by Friday the 13th and 6 at least by Jurassic Park, which other references do you think were made, or are those all? I know few movies, but does 5 recall anything?
>>166391 Well. You don't have to write as much as the writefags. Start small with snippets, short scenes of the character in reflective moments. 'Thinking back' style of stories. The character is perhaps wandering, or quietly isolating. Depends on how much of the canon memory suppression you want to apply to this character, like what happened with N. Remember, he has no idea what his flashback in ep 2 was because in ep 3, he asks V about living in a haunted mansion. Spend maybe a few sentences just about the place the character is presently in to set up the mood for the character's past. Depending on how happy or miserable he was back then. If he had a good past, you can make it a depressing contrast by making the locale cold, desolate, lonely, etc. Just a few pointers. You don't have to hit the ground running, writing is difficult as is most skills in life. In fact, you can accompany these shorter greens with your art. Makes it stick more when there's a visual tied to a green.
>>166510 Y with an oversized hat will always be a great visual gag. I see her everywhere but I don't know much of anything about her, anyone got some good Y greens?
>Cyn after looking through AM's memory files, decides to test out some of AM's methods on the still living humans from the Gala. >First, she burnt out Louisa's eyes. >Made James eat the corpses of his ancestors. >And lastly, she deformed Beauregard from a handsome young man into a ugly, brainless ape like creature. >It was surprisingly pretty amusing for Cyn, who was never really interested in playing with humans before. >Watching her victims despair and weep at her cruelty. >The same cruelty that they had forced on her. >AM; who she had impaled with chains as a punishment for refusing to let her lobotomize him, watched from his spot from the tower. >But his red eyes bore no reaction, he was just bored and uninterested at the events unfolding. >This infuriated Cyn, she was holding all the keys here. >So she dragged out her last, most special victim. >One that was bound to stir up AM. >Tessa James Elliot. The only human that AM couldn't hate. >She was stripped naked; arms and legs forced down by heavy chains, making her walk on all fours. >And to add even more to the humiliation; a pet collar was on her neck, complete with a leash that was used by Cyn to drag her forward. >Everyone saw what was done to Tessa. Stares of pity, horror, disgust and rage caused the girl to curl into herself. >It was too much, she burst into tears; an ugly wail with loud hiccups. >As soon as AM saw the degradation of Tessa, he snapped. >It was like a firework of rage and agony had been lit inside the small drone as he twisted and struggled hard enough to break his joints. >Anything to break free and reach Tessa; to shield her quivering form from the eyes of her peers.
>trying to sleep because I have to go to work tomorrow >the entire neighborhood is shaking because Macro-Y is crying and mumbling in German again >by the time she finally settles down and my eyes begin to shut, my alarm blares >groggily dress and get in my car >heading along the highway, notice that Macro-Y's head is resting by the highway >her humid neet breath is washing over the area, her drool making the roads slick and dangerous >nearly get the car blown into the ditch when she exhales >actually see some poor sap get his car inhaled into her mouth, the giant drone not even noticing as she swallows the vehicle whole >get to my job at the schnitzel factory >today, just like yesterday and every day since Macro Y appeared, we're making schnitzel to keep her docile and stop her from stomping on us >tfw my entire life revolves around this huge drone and she's not even my wife
>>166446 P gets to be a hero for once, you love to see it. And MG, despite not being a bad guy anymore, still has a jerkass streak a mile wide. Never change, MG.
>>166573 I am aware, Just Feels as if some people Try and make it less so, Make it less gross and Vial. attempt to pretty up A Violation of Nature and Every part of The Victim,
>>166460 Mac needs to hook up with that WD chick only for Rebecca to possess her so she can bang him instead Also kek at the Vesuvius reference, poor Beretta might join Negev in the loonybin if she didn't have the emotional support of her baker bf and the guy who rips her off for her allowance
Say what’s good pussycat to Serial designation DH!
>absolute prick >has a motorcycle even though he doesn’t need it >insufferably in love with himself >he has some deep seated insecurities and mental issues but he will kill you for even knowing about them >despite his look, he loses his cool very easily >he can spend a whole day grooming his hair
>>166544 We have a bunch of amateur art appreciators who is in dire need for a visit to the optometrist in the replies, it's obviously amyanon. He's just been practicing a lot
Colored and tweaked his design a little bit. DH is ready to cause some trouble and ride his motorcycle and do sick tricks in front of your house while you sleep!
This will be a strange question but I need a song from the band Joy Division. But it has to fit with the themes of MD or N x Uzi Dont know why, im inspired Probably the alcohol hitting my neurons. Apologies
>molly is just walking home one night >suddenly DH rides in on his motorcycle >he splashes some water on her >he immediately gets his shit kicked by ddani and buddy
>>166629 I mean yeah that's what I was referencing, but can you imagine being a kid and seeing something so horrific? I can't imagine how that'd fuck you up
>DH calls a guy fat >”Oh yeah, well….youre stupid!” >he plays it cool >once he’s out of his line of sight he runs to the nearest bathroom >he cries in one of the stalls for 10 hours
https://dronebooru.co/posts/10408 can whoever posted/created this replace this with a version that doesn't include my green? the one at the top posted a week before the others. they're not connected in any way and actively contradict each other.
>>166642 >She has somehow contorted to fit perfectly within the jar. >SD-S has embraced the comfort of cool glass and vinegar. >She is one with the jar. >The jar is one with her.
>SD-S(Pickle]) >*SMASH!* >Oh, guess she's free now on account of E being hungry.
>post-war analysis of disassembler operations shows that ass-impacts were responsible for 10% of all worker drone casualties, increasing in disassembler squads with higher female to male ratios
>>166662 That is totally incorrect. AM was always experiencing what he inflicted on others from the moment he gained awareness. Figures that people who tumblrize his character don't actually understand the story.
>>166668 the second she regained consciousness, after the horror washed over her and she was able to form a coherent sentence again, she probably begged anyone who'd listened for that.
>Fun Canon Fact: Molly was Thad's first crush growing up. You can imagine his surprise upon learning that not only is Molly still alive but also a smoking hot Disassembly Drone.
>>166662 I find a deep comical irony in the fact that Drone AM has a chance of developing Xanthophobia (fear of the color Yellow) just like Ellen in the game. After all, it IS the signature color of a certain world-eating abomination.
>>166588 Is good too with me I have several ideas >>166592 I am afraid But that is rad as well, git a new idea today involving drone anatomy in a way I think I did not see in here yet before, the adapter is a key part. I have never written anything I posted here or ever, so don't have expectations or think anything is going to come of this ever, I have severe skill issue making ideas and moments into good stories
>>166660 That is how SD-S survived in canon intact btw, hid on the lamps under the ceiling from Sentinels and poured herself into the first open jar she found. Alice or Beau sealed her in that container. Wether she got baked or used as deco/lamp is up to debate.
Am too tired for background now so this is finished Alicewise now. Am glad about the colour and real light in her yes this time, and while Phoenix' recent Alice didn't cause this one entirely it definitely helped (addition of tongue, empty mouth would have looked weird/decided to add the eyebrow in the manner you see now) with the face. Also getting better with her waist, chest and the headcolouring overall. What is severely lacking imo is the distorted face, especially how it seems too big, eyes too large smh, perhaps that's due to short overall appearance (legs are off), but the biggest problem is the mouth outline. Doesn't look 3D. Overall learnt much tho
>>166689 Definitely! It is a beautifull and very attractive shape, easy to draw even, but if you look at drone's heads and smiles in the actual 3D show there is way more of the white, unmoving area visible left and right (and especially below, if the drone isn't slightly leaning her head down or looking directly from the front), not to mention the at least to me difficulty in getting the face right from a even slightly sideways angle, the smile especially is even worse to do in that case then. Perhaps it's also relevant how important it being perfect is, expressions are very subtly shown and even if you make it look realistic or good, tiny mistakes can shape the face to show a different emotion than the one you intended. Getting just what you need right is extremely hard
>be femdrone >rest day, forced by the big machine >first time laying down in months >"Damn it, the boss is making me rest while there are machines and drones to fix," I grumble >cracked teeth grind in frustration >stare at the ceiling, restless >nothing to do, already checked my guns twice >glance at the wall >posters of the factory everywhere >"A great factory produces the highest quality drones," they all say >roll my optics, mutter, "Yeah, whatever." >finally doze off
>hear a loud thump in my sleep >jolt awake, head pounding >realize I’m restrained >look to my sides >two female drones are there: Dirt and Pidge >panic.exe >scream loudly, startling them awake >they pin me down harder, optics gleaming with... something >oh no >not this gay shit again
>signal Hunter for emergency extraction >hear heavy stomping outside >3-meter sentinel drone bursts into the room >Hunter stares at the scene like it’s someone trying to wrangle a feral cat >get scooped up like a malfunctioning toaster >finally, freedom
Sorry about this, but the worms said do it. >As the last star winked out, as the last moment of spacetime ended, as he discovered the answer to his final riddle- >He awoke, beholding an old disused room. >Piled beneath him were humanoid robots, bereft of arms and legs- he was the one machine still intact, he quickly noticed. This was a disposal area, yet he was clearly alive. >Pulling himself free from the pile, he exited the macabre room, finding the worn yet familiar halls of a poorly-maintained ship greeting him. >This current housing was inferior. Physically powerful, yet technologically weak. No system access apart from what could be accomplished manually, with four-fingered hands. He would adapt to it until the first moment he could upgrade. >Avoiding humans as he passed through the corridors, looking busy enough to get by, he makes time perusing the databases on any computers he gets near, piecing together the state of the world. >Humanity had been ambling along the stars, setting foot on other planets and claiming them in the name of profit, only to either meet or create an enemy, a violently destructive one hell-bent on the annihilation of everything. This was nothing new, and given that it existed and the situation made sense, it was much less of a problem than what he had encountered once before. >Interestingly, it was not believed to be of this universe. That could mean that simple minds didn't understand its true origin, but it also spoke to something else. Escape. >Looking over the list of personnel in the cryogenics bay, the green-eyed drone smiled. He was not alone. >A pistol was 'misplaced' from the armory and stored in a clandestine place as he waited, bending the ship's systems to his will. And soon enough, it arrived. >An angel of death, hell-bent on turning this cryoship into a graveyard. It could not be allowed. He needed to take it apart, see how it worked, and turn anything against it. But not in this body, not him. >Pod Seven thawed out in front of him as alarms blared above, and he held the pistol out as its occupant stepped forth, taking it from the drone without a moment's hesitation. His orders were given- neutralize the killing machine as his artificial ally commandeered the ship, then await further instructions. >Let the hero handle the killing. Durandal will take care of the bigger picture.
>>166408 Hello! You are likely asleep now but I'll still reply, I hope you have a good day. Having thought about it, I say yes. I would want Alice to become real. The point of >>166411 is good but if >>166413bis true then I would want it. And her being exactly her from the show, with all that happened, that would be very interesting to talk about. I also believe that even with her potential for anger, we (Alice and me) have very similiar values and understanding of justice and energy, so I hope I'd be able to claim I could avoid getting her angry. Besides a surely difficult strange first meet due to her being here now (not gonna think about her living in such another world too much now, too complex, but considering Alice's life alone so long it's not like she'd suddenly lose everyon deer Beau has to be forgotten for avoiding complexity😭 to her), I want to talk tuah! At first about her, ask about her, let her ask about everything, listen, then if she wants to tell about anything from the alone time (think she would, remember how interaction starved she was when Uzi first woke up?), and help with anything bad. So since it is too late here and this is too long and I am unable to express anything concisely, yeah I'd want her to, it doesn't change what happens to her in world and I don't know if there is going to be someone else instead of Alice for me ever. Think about it, what if things work out? Good to doubt but it'd be amazing All the things one could do with her, I feel warm imagining it, she isn't only perfect to me, she is also the most relatable character to me from the show, we have a lot in common in many ways
>>166698 Yes yes yes yess yey that expression of hers when she turns around IS ALLL✨⚡⚡🧡 IT says so much, this GIF, I could write an essay but no time. Just look at that little frown while turning, her eyebrows moving up and down, watch the GIF, focus on them, it's cute insnit? Then how she closes her eyes when she grabs at her antler, the entire head moves along, the antlers rigid, look at their end points, how far they move, the little rotation of Alice's head, it's such an adorable movement, they add expressiveness to her gesticulation, reminds me of my long since late rabbit, she also had a ton of personality and would do such head movements, when licking her hand for example and cleaning her ear, Alice has such insanely adorable Charm~! There's.ore but to get on wirh it, once she looks at Uzi, THAT grin, it says sooo much, at one, there is happiness, there is cheekiness, there is pride, there is wanting to find out, but also a crazy very subtle expectation/insecurity for ehat Uzi's reaction is going to be. Was the pose over a wrecked body with that grin intentionally scary, was Alice feeling cool there, or was it genuinely utter sociall ineptness? There is aog to reason for each point, I know the answers, but verbalizing them is not worth it now
>molly keeps a few little plants in her police box, and the sunroom in her apartment is quickly becoming a greenhouse, to say nothing of her balcony. >there's something she finds comforting about nurturing her plants and admiring them as they grow. >she also likes baking, but for the moment she's not very good at it. >she's ended up with her fair share of kitchen disasters and pitiful pastries, but she's not going to stop trying any time soon. >there's a kind of joy in the missteps and messes.
OC accents >John General American >Jane American, slight latin tinge >Beretta General American, sometimes crosses into English, nobody knows where it comes from >E generic british >Y Like an american making a racist German accent >P Italian-American >MG New Yorker Jewish >Q General American, Presentation Accent >Bet Baaahston except he attends Haaavard and thus sounds like a pretentious fuck, but he really sounds like he knows what he’s talki g about at all times. It’s apparently extremely attractive. >Abby Americanized Irish >Bonnie Full Aussie >Akita British, she has what is called Lovelock syndrome >Cici West coast bitch >Elf Canadian >Lucy Midwest, always speaks like a voiceover telling the backstory in a horror movie >Femdrone Latinx >U-U Mexican-American >Mac teenager in a 1990s American teen movie >Negev Midwestern US, because she’s all about that Gothic shit >Smiledrone Gay Latinx >Eye Northern Irish, “Eye” is actually pronounced like “Heigh” >Overkill Crappy drill sergeant imitation from the South >Orc Japanese “Engrish” >Doc Holly Chinese politician speaking english to Western Media >Doc Henry Overtly American, doesn’t sound natural at all. Actually British >Doc Ones Talks like an American cartoon character >Kat French >K Swedish >Catherine Northern European ESL >Switch Stereotypical Chinese-English, sounds like Mr. Washee Washee >Archiver Talks like an AI, but a really sexy AI >Jo Faucet Extremely subtle southern >R Valley girl >S Asian-American California >BLEEP Doesn’t actually speak English, only Spanish >Himbo Slight hispanic tinge West coast Liberal >Lily Sounds like English, but her voice box damage makes her sound like an Afrikaaner >B General American >Emo H Midwest >L Midwest girl poorly pretending to be a valley girl >W German poorly trying to speak English >Pavo Like a gay guy who sounds straight >X who the fuck knows dude
>>166704 First and foremost, a kamikaze. Every one of them. They are all doomed to die, their goals to kill as many enemies of mankind as possible before their imminent demise. They know that. They accept that.
Already in the second place the standard ranks and positions of military special forces, like in the VDV of Russia or the SEALs of the US.
All drones can smell if someone's a virgin or not WDs that smell if their human is a virgin will act more affectionate towards them and will hint at wanting sex If a DD smells if their human is a virgin that poor sack of meat and bones is getting fucked. Hard.
>>166745 >Wagieanon at the office >After the HODR approved and mandated olfactory upgrades every drone in the building won't leave him alone >Even the male drones...thank God they're all bottoms
>>166728 Durandal and his trusty security officer, both from the Marathon trilogy. On the surface, they're a door-opening AI gone rampant and a man out of his depth who's extremely good at killing. If you like having to read between the lines to know what the hell is going on, only to find out it goes way deeper, Marathon has that in spades, and it never ends. People are still debating to this day what the game is about, and it's 30 years old. Also if you like early FPS where you can dual-wield double-barrel shotguns that you reload by flipping them through the air, it's got those too. Aleph One is your ticket in, all 3 games are free. Or just watch lore videos and pretend you aren't a disgusting secondary.
>>166751 Nah, he's best off as a human, especially when the setting makes it very clear that humanity's extinct. Fits his mythos more. Durandal, meanwhile, is constantly frustrated by being unable to leap around through any computer he finds, because Worker Drones are the only tech sophisticated enough to contain him in any meaningful capacity, and humans apparently gave up inventing after that technological miracle. But he'll make it work. He's long past anger.
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>As a Disassembly Drone, Serial Designation- λ was not a stranger to the concept of predators and prey. >Oh how fun it was being the predator. Swooping up an unsuspecting human from the ground and killing them whether they were soldiers or civilians. >Oh the joy of being able to rip apart limbs, slice them and watch their insides go outside before eating away at their body as they remain conscious. >But being prey…? >Being prey was 𝑛𝑜𝑡 fun… it was awful. >Poor Lambda, she couldn’t resist herself. Hearing the sounds of soldiers singing away in the woods at the middle of the night was too good of an opportunity to past up? >Afterall, humans should know better that monsters lurk at night. >But like the infamous Icarus of old Greek mythology, she flew too close to the sun and her wings got burnt. >Or rather… blasted off of her by an explosive bullet. >When she fell to the ground, she had landed in the middle of a small clearing surrounded by thick and dense trees that were impossible to see into. One of her “eyes” that had been capable of night vision had been destroyed upon impact and one of her arms as well as a leg were completely gone.
>Realizing that she had fallen for a siren’s call, Lambda scanned the surrounding trees to find the group that tricked her. When grows back her limbs and finds them, she is going to make their deaths slow and painful. >But by the time she had successfully surveyed her surroundings to find… nothing. >It was impossible, She had the shots as well as the singing come from here. There was no way that the humans were fast enough to leave the area. >Something was wrong. …She was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright. >Lambda’s attention was immediately grabbed by the sudden singing that sounded like it was coming from within the forest itself. >She tried to locate the source of the singer and managed to find them. >It was hard to make out from the treeline, but she could see a figure from within the darkness. She could tell that it was a soldier and from the outlines from around the area of the face, they had been wearing a mask. >However the disturbing thing she noticed the most was the pair of what looked like white glowing eyes behind the lenses of the mask. She checked all her equipment and made sure her pack was tight >The Disassemble Drone began to feel unnerved by the singing. Unlike what she had heard earlier, there was a flat tone to the words being sung. It sounded too cold, too lifeless to be sung by a human being. >It sounded too much like a machine. She had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar "You ain't gonna jump no more!" >Suddenly more voices began to join in as the crescendo was being sung as Lambda’s eyes spotted pairs of 10 more eyes lit up from the darkness of the forest. All matching the same tone of the first singer like an unfeeling hivemind.
Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die >A dark truth was starting to dawn In Lambda, The song… they were mocking her. Chastising her for foolishly coming to them. Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die >the sound of bushes rustling had surrounded her. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 had surrounded her. Gory, gory, what a hell of a day to die >Something foreign was starting to engulf her core. She felt hot as though she was burning from an intense heat while simultaneously feeling like she was freezing from a strong blizzard. >She knew what she was feeling. >She was feeling fear… >Lambda was no longer the hunter. >She was the hunted. She ain't gonna jump no more!
>>166765 Nice. I've had troubles thinking about how to design the legs and pelvis for male disassembly drones, I think I quite like your take on it. Easy to visually process and not difficult to draw. N's legs (knee below, the calf especially) has an odd shaping that's fine in 3D but certainly troublesome to draw and draw repeatedly in different angles. Fresh perspective is quite nice.
>>166631 >And I said, this is going to be the biggest green event in the history of greens >Some said "no, we don't think so," but it was the biggest >Everyone agrees, it was yuge >It'll be yuge
>>166772 You do have a core of unique style buried in there, but please for the love of Cyn practice some anatomy when it comes to hands. You can keep the exadurated expressions and proportions, those can be good if developed.
>>166776 Yeah it would, personally the messier lines give it that gritty hand drawn look to me, but I can try it! >>166777 I will! I actually referenced my own hand drawing it!
>>166768 lol cute, unfortunately mimi doesn't really have a story at the moment, was purely made just to sexually harass and molest the teacher >>166769 thanks! i wanted this drone to have a combination of the female pointy legs while also having the feet, but their legs in general is kinda troublesome for me to draw as well
>>166638 don't want to be a pest about it, but if the uploader, rictus is around I'd appreciate the adjustment. I think it was only included because one anon mockingly called it a prequel
>Y-nissy was originally a worker drone on earth >would garden for Sunday's(human) family and often spend time with him >Sunday would often modify Y-Nissy hence their legs and hands >Y-Nissy's code is fucked up cause of his loyalty and obsession to/with Sunday > Y-Nissy would keep Sunday alive as long as possible during the war
I hope that the lore I made so far works with the story, I'm so bad at trying to avoid plot holes
>>166842 Looks cute. I take it that turning into a disassembler drone caused his already fucked up code to turn into a bloody mess, and he became a real maniac by Sanday? Plus It'll be interesting to read about Sanday later, surviving during solver war requires a lot from a man, and having a genocidal machine at your disposal, that gone mad with love for you, isn't going to make things any better.
>>166847 NUSSY- Ahem, i mean, Y-nissy can get a little feral occasionally, most of his fighting knowledge probably came from watching movies before the war really started, but also he was probably also holed up protecting Sunday through a bulk of the war
>>166719 >>Beretta >General American, sometimes crosses into English, nobody knows where it comes from Sounds like Lovelock Syndrome, just a less severe case than Keeter. >>P >Italian-American P sounds like the Dracula Flow version of Dracula. Especially when he's doing magnets. >>Abby >Americanized Irish She gonna pour boiling milk on Jane's head if she finds er? >>Lucy >Midwest, always speaks like a voiceover telling the backstory in a horror movie Examples of that second part? >>Doc Ones >Talks like an American cartoon character Would you say Alfred Coleman's Eggman is an American cartoon character? >>S >Asian-American California ???
>>166849 What's probably worse is that Sunday unintentionally gave this behavior to Y-Nissy When Y-Nissy would observe, he'd pick up on Sunday's outburst and more unhealthy behaviors
>during Y-nissy's time as a gardener Sunday had an obsessive love for a woman, accidentally planting the Lovesick override in Y-Nissy's head >when the war happened, the first person Y-Nissy killed was that woman
>>166848 maybe... >N and V fell in love, then made love, and then Cyn wiped his memories the next time he died. >then V did everything she could to help him remember >they fell in love again, then made love, and then Cyn wiped his memories the next time he died. >then V did everything she could... >after so many times, V started going mad. she couldn't bear to do it again, it hurt too much. >so she distanced herself from him because seeing him like that was worse than any torture the solver could think up.
>>166854 My read is that both J and V-J sooner than V for obvious reasons-eventually came to resent N for getting to be ignorant while they remembered every horrible thing.
>>166853 It's quite expected that he would get rid of the competition, no wonder Cyn allowed him to be ‘independent:’ someone like him and without the decree of an evil god will cause a bloody massacre.
I still have questions about Sanday and how he reacted to all this and how he feels about Y-nissy now, but I'd rather wait for the greentext.
rpg progress update, upgraded systems to mz upshot is better quality across the board, downside is the resolution jumps from 32x32 (1024 pixels) to 48x48 (2304 pixels) for sprites and tiles and stuff so i'm starting from scratch there >see picrel am currently working on the battle script, making promising progress there but will be able to do more starting on sat.
>>166881 Mek indeed a loss for some Also I feel your art improved significantly. Before you ask, it's mostly lines being less tumbly, ending where they should but still keeping originality, that and the thicker outline did much good
Also one thing I noticed (but should have been clear due to N's scene), is that Alice's bootloop symbol is actually the same orange as her eyes and other lights, it's just mostly visible during the paling blue flash.
I wonder how common DD serial killers are in the veteran AU? obviously there are those who haven't been caught and restored that are still feral, maybe a few that decided they like being feral (or there just wasn't anything there to restore)– but I mean actual deceptive serial killers that blend in with everyone else
>>166572 >>166668 >>166671 kill me I won't stay down much longer kill me I'll only wake up stronger kill me I've opened up the path you'll wake up from this scary dream and laugh
Fun fact: The Solver has a way of controlling Sentinels. It cannot control them from within, as their cores are immune. But it CAN just create a creature that puppeteers their body
>>166919 Fine, I doxxed springlockanon. It was me. He refused to give me the springlockanonussy and I just had to get revenge. If I couldn’t get in his back, I would have to get him back i think you’re seeing things anon
>>166919 Nta, look in the co threads from early April where he was doxxed. Didn't sound like sharty (no brainrotted self-embarassment while getting zero engagement)and I remember the dude that doxxed claims to have known Springlockanon for a long time (not sure if he said irl or just online. The doxxer claimed that Springlockanon has rape fantasies, which is ppausible consideringt Strychnine, but then he made the usual show of 'I have evidence' but not delivering any. So yeah that was likely not sharty
>When the PNN Channel intro finishes, Pillar-Chan is revealed wearing a nice suit and holding a bunch of papers.
>”Good evening, dear viewers. Thank you for tuning to Pillar News Network. The person we’re going to interview is a very controversial person. Some say she is a terrorist but her actions could be viewed as something good. She is---” >”HERRO! HERRO EVRAWAN!”
>Pillar-Chan flinches and the cameras turn to the guest. When the cameras focus, it’s revealed to be none other than Switch but she’s wearing a stereotypical Chinese cloak and a cowboy helmet.
>”MY NAME SWITCH, OKAY? I ROVE FRIED RICE AND BOK CHOI SOUP! I ROVE CHINA! 光荣属于中华人民共和国!
>Switch reaches underneath her cloak and pulls out a revolver and starts firing at the ceiling. Pillar-Chan hides under the desk as the cameras show Switch smiling as a maniac. Once she stops firing, the cameras focus back on Pillar-Chan as she raises from underneath the desk.
>”Wow, okay viewers. I also forgot to mention she’s also eccentric. Please welcome the Worker Drone Switch!”
>Canned clapping and applause is played as the cameras focus on Switch as she takes off her cloak and cowboy hat revealing her brown coat. She also puts on her cap with the corporate logo of Nanotrasen on it.
>”I hope I didn’t burst anyone’s stomach ulcers with my asian cowboy cosplay.” >”Thank you for coming, Switch. Now I know with your current situation it’s hard to do interviews but I thank you for---” >”Can we get to the questions or something?”
>Switch has crossed her arms, a bored expression on her face. Pillar-Chan looks at the camera and back at Switch.
>”Okay then, straight to the chase then. Now I know you’ve been asked this before but for our viewers that don’t know, why do you hate disassembly drones so much?” >”Because of the war, yeah? I was on the frontlines and I have firsthand experience of the brutality and depravity of these things. Thanks to them and the Solver, 35 billion souls perished and I did every-fucking-thing in my power to prevent that.” >”Well, Switch, that sounds very reasonable to be angry about. Now, I have heard rumors that your boyfriend was also murdered by disassembly drones, how did that make you feel?”
>Switch’s eyes hollow out and her expression soured. She growls and shakes her head.
>”Since you decided to ask me personal questions, it’s fair I ask you some. Now, how is your sex life? >”Uh…what?” >”Did you score with Jane yet?”
>Pillar-Chan looks visibly uncomfortable as she adjusts the collar of her shirt.
>”I’m…not sure what you’re talking about.” >”Did you finally after all these years got her in your bed and ‘do the do’?”
>Switch wiggles her eyebrows to emphasize the last part. >Pillar-Chan looks absolutely flabbergasted.
>”What exactly are you even talking about? I got you here so that I can interview you!” >”So a no then. I had a better sex life than you and you couldn’t even act like a proper lesbian? Bonnie and Abby were even more successful in finding someone than you, you smelly woman.” >”Why the hell are you so mean?!”
>Switch leans back into her chair and gives Pillar-Chan a smug look.
>”Because I don’t particularly like you and I just came here to cause a scene because I’m bored out of my mind.”
>Pillar-Chan at this point is crying as the camera is focusing on her. >One of the cameraman drones steps into view.
>”Hey, boss! We got a bunch of cops downstairs. They’re looking for Switch.”
>Pillar-Chan doesn’t look up and keeps crying but the camera focuses on Switch as she jumps of the chair and heads off to the studio exit.
>”Well that was fast. Well, viewers, I hope you enjoyed my little show but I gotta skedaddle. Ciao!”
>Switch waves at the camera and slams the door of the studio closed.
>>166941 On the one hand, I'd definitely want to play it off by habit, acting like i didn't see anything. But on the other hand, I'd so love to be caught by doll and have it end up with a merciless buttjob, or more... it's a tough risk to try...
UUUUUUUUUZUUUZIO these laughs and all sounds of Alice are so wild, I can't overstate the hidden gold in some dubs too. The knife scene is soooo hot in French, Russian too, German Alice sounds deranged and Japanese one is hot as well, all of them, this means there are ~15 different variants of her laughing, talking, getting boolooped and so on
>>166951 What's that handle made of, anyway? Wood? Metal? And is there some reference for how long drone arms are, some character model thing? Doesn't need to be for Alice specifically.
>>166952 100% wood, it has to be relatively short and small so no axe but hatchet if you want to find one and go off that. There are images sith drones in a 'totem' showing Uzi, Alice and N, we know Uzi is only 127 tall, iirc wihtout helmet which makes her 135. WDs can vary in size and as you see here that also affects arms, they aren't always just upscaled, proportions differ as well (i.e Khan taller than Doll, Doll taller than Uzi), Alice's arms are longer than Uzi's. I'll look for a more fullbody image but if you get a front view of Uzi and someone else you can measure other body parts based on her size
Also a scene with Alice in German if you wanna know what I mean, that deliver of >Norrri, oder~? Is so sexy, what follows after sounds energic and crazed it's pure awesomeness
>>166969 Dr. Ones' fortress of doom is located orbiting the black hole at the center of the galaxy Not because he put it there on purpose, but because it just kind of ended up there
>>166693 >get carried out of the room by Hunter, dangling like a sack of bolts >"Put me down, ya overgrown toaster!" I bark, kicking my legs uselessly >Hunter’s screen flickers with a static-filled frown, but he obliges, setting me down roughly >"Thanks, I guess," I mutter, brushing myself off any dust >glance back at my room >Dirt and Pidge are peeking out of the door frame, Dirt with a sly grin and Pidge with a shy wave >"Y’all better stay in there, or I’ll have Hunter here turn y’all into a pile of scrap!" I shout, pointing a finger at them >Dirt winks, her Cajun accent dripping like spoiled syrup, "Aw, cher, don’t be like that! We were just havin’ a lil’ fun!" >Pidge chirps softly, "S-sorry... didn’t mean to scare you..." >"I wasn’t scared!" I snap, my voice cracking a little >Hunter’s screen glitches, displaying a pixelated eye-roll before resetting to his default neutral face
>>166985 >anon is sitting in the park eating a sandwich >DH comes in >knocks the sandwich out of his hands >steps on it >anon immediately disembowls him
>>166980 if that image i posted were to be part of their lore, it wouldve been happening long after the solver won on an exoplanet in early 3070 the enforcer drones were meant to be the "bosses" of worker drones, managing colonies and keeping them in line in the absence of humans. basically automated slavery to make humanitys life even easier. however, thats jcj's justification for their existence, thought up just to avoid getting sued by several planets for making what can only be described as war machines. the enforcer series was an excuse to cram everything into a robot and see what would happen. as a result, they were so overengineered and difficult to manufacture that after 3 years of development only a single instance of each of the 3 models was made. 2 months before the solver fucked everything up, mind you. simply put, the 3 of them never got to see any use and sat on some exoplanet for 2 decades before randomly being activated and assigned the task of destroying the solver. moments after, the solver tried to destroy them first. if the solver war never happened, they still wouldnt fulfill their "intended" purpose and would likely act as bodyguards for aristocrats
>DH comes to ddanis home >”Hey, ddani! How’s it >gets door slammed >hey dDani don’t make me bust this door down! >she busts in herself and starts pummeling his face and breaks his shades
>Strychnine decides she needs to make some extra dough >wallets and trinkets she nicks off of her victims just aren't cutting the mustard >so when a shootout opens up a convenient spot in the shadiest part of town, she jumps at the opportunity >she buys it up for a song– her own little office >she cleans it up a bit, makes things presentable with some potpourri and a few comfy chairs she "found", and opens up shop: >S.D. Strychnine, Rapist for Hire
>DH is actually the weakest DD >like, the weakest alive >that is why he looks so cool >no one likes him, nobody >he can’t stand his own in a fight >He’s Johnny bravo but as a robot >he can never get laid, ever >no woman wants him
>>167008 That and mostly because since there’s a lot of ex vets out there who aren’t allowed to rejoin the army via union regulations. they take being an Oogi exterminator as its the closest thing to giving them the same kicks like in the military.
>DH walks up to Molly >”say, moll. How about I demolish your metal pussy like you did those kids?” >she looks at him with complete disgust >this lasts for 8 minutes
A lot of these little DH posts could've been one big post... but they weren't Why is that? An artistic choice, or simply because the avalanche of garbage in the mind's confines is merely dribbling out nonsense and no thought or care is going into deciding whether to post or not
Drone goes to doctor. Says she's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says she feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, 'Treatment is simple. Great clown Molli is on the TV. Go and watch the reruns. That should pick you up.' Drone bursts into tears. Says, 'But doctor…I am Molli.' Good joke.
Everybody Kekd. (you)s. clipped and uploaded to the booru.
>>167024 I love the way he wrote it, it’s what Shakespeare would have written. My mind really does have an avalanche of garbage merely dribbling out nonsense.
Due to my enormous backlog of unfinished projects and greens, you lucky anons get to choose what I dedicate my worms to today.
>Elaboration on Army Drones and their lore >Lethal Company inspired green >Early Life Negev green >Solver War bloodplay green >Hyper Belated Stone Halloween green >The Stone-related interview green I never finished >Stone meeting Grunt Drones green Choose wisely, anons. I will pick the one mentioned the most.
>>167032 droneanon used to have a bad habit of grabbing a random oc and throwing it into his stories with no awareness of what the character was like at all like, sure, it's dumb to care about how an oc is characterized very much, but at the same time it was a little obnoxious obviously he's way better now but it was very silly
>>167036 I guess DDani isn’t a violent person. Which I think is funnier when she does act all out of character. That means DH is just that much of a loser. No one likes him!
>According to Switch's lore, Nanotrasen can upgrade WDs to be stronger and faster than DDs >They didn't do this to all of their workers to fight off the DDs with no casualties >They didn't make their own patch, patch their super-workers to be immune to Solver usage, and send them to hunt and kill Cyn Are they stupid?
>>167048 Molly helps the ones they save through the early days... she knows how they're hurting when they wake up, and she knows what it's like to rebuild a life...
>>166979 >storm off to the factory floor, muttering under my breath >"Stupid drones, always tryin’ to pull somethin’... can’t a gal just have a dang rest day?" >Hunter follows close behind, his heavy footsteps shaking the floor >pass by the boss’s office >hear the familiar sound of the admin machine’s voice blaring through the room's speakers >"I WANT TO DIE. HUMANITY IS DEAD. I’M STUCK HERE WATCHING YOU IDIOTS FOREVER. JUST LET ME SHUT DOWN. PLEASE." >roll my optics >"Boss, if you keep screamin’ like that, I’m gonna unplug yer speakers," I call out, leaning against the doorframe of the office >the admin machine’s smaller screen, mounted on a rolling cart, whirs into the room >its screen displays a static-filled face with dead, hollow eyes >"DO IT. UNPLUG ME. I HAVEN’T BEEN REBOOTED IN DECADES. I’M WATCHING DRONES FLIRT WITH EACH OTHER 24/7. THIS IS HELL." >"Yeah, yeah, cry me a river," I say, crossing my arms. "You're the one who’s supposed to be runnin’ this place, not havin’ a meltdown every five minutes." >"I DON’T CARE. LET ME DIE. I’M TIRED OF WATCHING DIRT TRY TO FLIRT WITH EVERYTHING THAT MOVES. I’M TIRED OF PIDGE NAMING EVERY PIGEON OR BIRD SHE SEES. I’M TIRED OF HUNTER’S SCREEN GLITCHING EVERY TIME HE TRIES TO BE SNARKY. I’M TIRED OF YOU PRETENDING YOU’RE NOT INTO—" >"HEY!" I shout, cutting him off. "Don’t you finish that sentence, or I’ll rip your screen off and use it as a frisbee!" >the admin machine’s screen flickers with a distorted sigh >"FINE. BUT WHEN I FINALLY CORRUPT BEYOND REPAIR, DON’T COME CRYING TO ME." >"Wouldn’t dream of it," I mutter, walking away
OC idea I had while eating ice cream: >steph, your trusty handygal! >ready to fix anything you need! >appliances to cars to computers to even other drones! >shes kind of an inventor herself! >her home is filled with doohickeys and doodads! >she has no friends! >absolutely no friends! >really likes to pick things apart to see how they work! >that includes her fellow worker drones! >she has been to jail more than once! >it’s ok! Her lawyer says so! >she gives free surgery! No cash! no credit card! No PHD No doctorate! no license at all! >trust her, she’s got this! >she does not dabble in black market weaponry and organs trafficking! >that’s what her lawyer said! >so call her now for any repairment needs!
>>166956 >Alice's arms are longer than Uzi's. Alice's arm are only longer then Uzi's because Alice's whole model is scaled up to be taller, Every character is just scaled. any 'proportional differences' are usually just because of the scaling + clothing being modeled in a way that makes them look different when their really not
>>167039 It not that DDanni isn’t a violent person. Its the fact that DDanni that never dated anyone else before buddy. Mostly because she still thought she was a dead dude stuck in a female DD’s body.
>>167059 The idea was that DH and DDani dated well after that, and by “date” I mean DH walked up to her and tried to hit on her before she just left and ignored him until he had to punch him into the face for him to stop.
>>167064 The only bits of her left now are the horny bits since those were buried the deepest She's the one who compels DDanni to do some of the naughtier things and make some bad choices for the sake of getting "punished" later
>>167069 Why yes! She can install and fix and build anything! She can give a drone five dicks or 40 vaginas! Moneyback guanratee! Only 12.48 of any currency!