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My "fringe" theory that J was consciously working for it got more plausible. If J doesn't do a heel-face turn then yeah, she's dead. The thumbnail implies it might even be at the hands of Solver-chan.
>>17021 The core doesn't seem to be Solver-controlled given that it's showing emotion, unless the Solver decides to be a real cunt and lets J have autonomy in that form just to make killing her worse. So that means it's either N or V, and there's no sign of V in this trailer (though she is supposed to be dead to the viewer).
>>17022 exactly > don't show V actually dying > knows nobody is going to buy it > brings her back, as expected > WHAM, actually kills her off, on screen, with the established '100% dead as hell' method
>>17022 >unless the Solver decides to be a real cunt and lets J have autonomy in that form just to make killing her worse Can't be ruled out, the Solver is mean as all Hell, but for some reason my gut is saying N or V as well.
>>17029 The show ends. People have nothing new to discuss. Contentfags slowly move to other things. People drift away. Eventually even the diehards who have parasocial relationships with the fandom leave for other fandoms because they are lonely.
>>16939 Maybe they don't have access to the better stuff by default? For the first half J will use her regular stuff, until she gets a call from "Tessa" that says she's authorizing her to use more advanced weapons. Or something like that.
>>17030 I can only speak for myself of course, but so long as there's even a hint of content still being made or discussion being talked about I'll still be sticking around There's still plenty of things left to be done with the Booru after all!
>>17033 People will move on -eventually-. That's just the inexorable march of time. The series finale isn't going to completely kill everything overnight, there's still a bit of fun to be had yet.
>Liam decides to have Tessa go on the route of the Internecion Cube >So Tessa doesn't get turned into a flesh puppet, but becomes "one" with the Solver, gaining it's powers and a bit of it's personality. How would this change Murder Drones?
>>17031 She might have better stuff by default since she was the leader of the trio. That said, we also see her being more strategic with her use of weapons due to her deploying an EMP in the Pilot and now this BFG.
>>17044 True. If you're going to give the candy weaponry to anyone it's going to be the mindlessly loyal drone who slaps down anyone who deviates from the assigned task with the force of a thousand white-collar middle managers.
>>17038 As awesome as it would be to have a spinoff set in the same universe, I honestly wouldn't have any hard feelings towards Liam Vickers if he genuinely wants to definitively conclude Murder Drones & move on to something else
>>17046 She's mostly timid around humans or authority figures due to fear. She's just a huge coward. A lot of her personality and confidence/cowardice depends on her perceived power dynamics. If you were to drop Uzi's railgun into her hands she would go on a massive edgy powertrip with it, becoming incredibly overconfident and thinking she's invincible. Only for her delusions to collapse once she realizes that it can only be fired once every half hour, and now she's in deep shit. She would make a great Disassembly drone. But the Solver would have to do some memory fuckery with her, because while she'd be eager to kill humans, she'd be less happy to kill other drones.
>>17057 I should also mention that she's never once left the JCJ corporate offices. She's seen things in pictures, videos/TV and through windows on the building. But she's never actually been anywhere else or done much of anything other than office work. So anywhere outside would be both new and exciting and scary for her.
>>17065 Oh, it's coming along nicely. Just writing it as I go and check in on here. I'll reply to one of your messages once I make it since I enjoy writing for others so long as they also enjoy it.
>>17055 >Be nice to Elf and encourage her a lot, treat her as an equal >She eventually realizes you're something of a wet blanket and she's much stronger than you But I'm sure she'd value your kindness and not abuse you for catharsis.
>>17065 >It's nearly time to take off! >After waking up in the twilight hours of the day to get your breakfast and make your way through the dizzying bureaucracy that is airport security, you're finally in your first class seat. >The bonus is that those first class seats---the one you paid $1000 for---don't allow drones to sit in them. >Now, you're no drone hater. But, your job sure has made it hard to look one in the eye, much less sit next to one for days on end in the already semi-uncomfortable flight. >You don't want to think about that though. All you want to think about is that you're in the back of the first class cabin and nobody else booked a seat next to you. >Your one working eye remains fixated on the aisle next to you. The few people who hadn't boarded who are now passing through to the next cabins return curious gazes when they see your black eyepatch. >It takes you a second to realize why they're glancing at you so much but, when you do, you stop. >Until a blue light reflects off the freshly shined steel floor of the JcJenson company aircraft. >You look up. >A Worker stands there. There's no one behind them, and no footsteps can be heard coming from the boarding tunnel behind them, so they must be the last flier. >They look at their boarding ticket to make sure they have the right seat. A second later, they (who you now realize is a she) sits next to you. >The flight soon takes off, and, as quickly as you were immersed in the boundary-breaking idea of a *Worker* boarding in first class, you soon sink all your attention into the new portable Switch Deluxe 31st Century Edition you bought for yourself. Your job may have been scarring at times, but a touch of regret and a pinch of atrocities here and there was easily made up for by the generous pay. >At least, that's what you told yourself to sleep easy at night. >Speaking of, it was night. You only realized it after completing every short game you'd bought for your Switch by peering out the window to your left and seeing that you're now over the ocean and it's pitch black out. >You turn to your right to see the blue-eyed Worker staring straight ahead. She doesn't even bat an eye at you, and that's perfectly alright. You were always the quiet type. Never spoke to others if you weren't the one being spoken to. But, you always hated it when people acted like you had no backbone. >Your job's primary description practically had backbone written all over it, so who were they to judge? >You suppose that with such a quiet drone next to you that it wouldn't be a problem to sleep next to her and worry about being pranked or stolen from. >You close your eyes slowly. >Slowly, you drift off to sleep. >Now that the first class cabin is nearly pitch black, the blue hue of the worker's eyes are oddly soothing. The mechanical whirring of her fans makes for pleasant white noise to drift further asleep to. >You almost wish you had this level of comfort to sleep to until the plane starts riding as bumpy as a twisting rollercoaster. >The human passengers around you awake, grunt, and moan alike, but the Worker next to you *shrieks*. >Your eyes widen and you look over to her to see blue digital sweat icons rapidly falling down her visor, disappearing past her visor's horizon. >"Hey," you tell her. "Are you alright? It's just a bit of turbulence." >The sweat icons fall down more quickly. Her eyes hollow and widen as the plane starts bumping again, and again, and again, and eventually, another shriek comes. >You rest your head against your seat, looking up at the ceiling while hoping this is all just a bad dream and that you're actually sound asleep right now. >When the sound of sputtering and an ear-shattering explosion clamors just outside your plane window, you open it. >You're met with the sight of sparks of flame waning on the edge of the plane's wing. Then, you see those same sparks rapidly grow and consume the wing, blackening it like roasted chicken. >Now, you were *really* hoping this was all a bad nightmare. Between the shrieking Worker next to you, the turbulence, and the prospect of your goose literally being cooked down to the ground.
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I'm open to some criticism and such but this is mostly just a setup for a sort of stranded island green I suppose between this human OC Jack and the worker OC Elf.
>J ends up doing the right thing and being damn effective at it once she realizes what is going on >It is revealed that the Solver would had been combatted more effectively and more drones would had survived if Uzi hadn't killed J in the pilot
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>>17078 >Get flashed by J's giant pair of jiggling mammary adapters >Meekly threaten to file with HR about it >"Nobody's ever going to believe you, idiot!"
>>16893 Sorry for late reply, didn't see it immediately Thanks bro, but that was before the news hit, I'm not getting anything done this night anymore, I drank way too much in desperation, now I have headache, you'll see tomorrow, and I believe you recognized me correctly, once more I hope things better in your area, goodnight
Well, time sure slipped my grasp. But I'm glad there's still a bit of time to get that big piece done for the thread later, since episode 8 scheduled to release on August 23. Been away for a while because of some serious writing block, couldn't think of what to write and I feel like if I wasn't bringing anything to the table, I should keep my head down and figure things out. I hope everyone's been doing better than I have. If there's some new OC stuff that I've missed, please let me know. I honestly don't know what to do with BHL's story because they were first OCs for fun, but my stupid ass had to start writing stuff out of nowhere and run into a block because I'm not a good writer to begin with. Maybe I could go back to that for starters..
>>17093 Tf you even mean? Do you want it to be over? Are you the fag who once said having hope that's eventually in vain is too harsh so you should always doom?
>>17097 I can't really think of anything, I've lost track of time but here's this >New OC called Elf >OCs That The Thread Can Use: T, JC, Tepes >Beretta's creator returned and said you could do your own spins on the character and you shouldn't feel afraid to do so
>>17098 Understandable, I'd do similiar but only to see if there's hope (not Nfag btw), not to enjoy it in a way, assuming that's what you meant. But, wouldn't knowing he is gone in canon be hard to take? Maybe it is different if you can write AND draw (assuming you are who I tgink you are), but at least I and I'm sure you too often think about the fav everyday, suffering of different degeee give or take, knowing they are dead 100% would probably give at least short depression to me, do you think you could deal with the knowledge? the post sounds weird, to me at least, what I mean is basically, given your ability to enjoy Nsuffering and to create OC, would his canon death still be a big thing at all?
Though the series might be reaching its apotheosis soon, I have the hope that this community will not die. If there are only 3 people left here greenposting and artposting, I will be one of the greenposters.
>>17106 Honestly even if there's no chance of a sequel or spin-off of some kind happening, as long as Liam's given some vague idea that it could I'll pretty much never stop hoping for it. I don't care if that's delusional, I love this setting too much to let go.
>>17109 Blogpost I'll delete once I wake up or so Showed this to my brother today and know what he said? [spoiler]"The mouths look like digital circus" I did not expect THAT, I don't think he even watched it but it is too close for comfort, no idea how he recognized it, seeing how the last time I shoewd him Alice he thought it was a frog. It's possibly a blogpost, but in case he founds out what it's from I'm cooked, hope he forgets. Furthermore he meant it looked "paw-patrol-ass"[/spoiler]
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>>17097 It'll be like the giga plush collection, but just a smidge bigger. I imagine too big for /co/ prime (probably have to use catbox) but hopefully not too big for plus. My knowledge of thread OCs is limited to the plush collection, so if you want in, post your OCs here.
>>17112 She would not have expected it, I'd say very surprised for sure. Yeah she was kinda rude to Beau but that was after Uzi bit her and Alice wasn't chill to anyone after that, bedire it happened she wasn't hostile to him and in the end he was the only interaction for about 2 decades, seeing him die would be shocking. Not sure what she would have done immediately, still have used the EMP or sayed hidden, no way to tell exactly tonight anymore, good scenario tho thanks for it
>>17108 Jack has a few things he does as a drone bounty hunter:
1. Hunts down runaway drones and returns them to their owners. 2. Has the right to restrain or kill other humans and drones who try getting in the way of him and his target. 3. This usually leads to him having to fight at least one or two scrappers every time he's tracking down runaways.
Jack lost his eye not from bounty hunting but an earlier childhood incident. The only reason he hasn't gotten it returned though is he is extremely frugal with his money.
>>17117 (me) Then again, I do also have Buckety. I know the thread though prefers her just being a bucket but I really do love this design. Wish I knew who made this design
>>17114 (I've made a mistake in my replies.) But here is the ref of my gal, plus I've drawn some turnarounds in case I wanted to comm a custom plush of her, but that would be in the future!
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>>17131 They said that about episode 7 and it wasn't really true there either tbh. This is called advertising anon, EVERY episode is "the very best animation, writing, and music eva PLEASE WATCH PLEASE"
>>17132 I don't have a super complex story for her than she's just a WD for a factory that manufactures guns and machines for work (But for the fun and silly stuff, she works at a warehouse that manufactures N models for JcJenson) She's in charge of maintaining the factory in peak condition, repairing, building, and destroying. She has that strength that lets her carry an ANZIO 20 MM like it is nothing. She only follows orders from a machine that tells her to keep the factory safe and report any unwanted visitors. Plus she's a Texan drone and loves old sci-fi movies.
Idk, I find it also fun that anons fill out the small spaces of the character and add fun bits to her
>>17114 Might try throwing Avre in: I need to work on her & SalonAnon's story more and do more drawings, but im currently in the middle of a move so time is limited besides mornings
>>17088 I just interpreted that to mean that he has a design doc tucked away somewhere with more stories that he could sell to someone else or be adapted to books/comics/etc.
You know for a new trailer coming out this has been a beyond slow day is everything okay drone bros or are we experiencing mass suicides from the series finale announcement after months of season 2 coping?
>and then Glitch rushed the ending of Murder Drones because they wanted to milk TADC asap, leaving the show in a forgotten void in the same way they did with Meta Runner.
>>17160 How does that change them rushing the ending to milk TADC and leaving MD in the forgotten void until they need to use a N chibi to sell more glitch inn
>>17148 Nah, I'm trying to write the 2nd part of the Jack and Elf green. I just have a bad headache so I've been slowly chipping at it for the past hours.
>>17164 I never will, Liam has just been cooking top notch meals for episodes nearly every time. With as much time as E8 was given to stew, I expect some absolutely beautiful stuff
>>17171 Alright I predicted Nori still being alive so here's my predictions >Uzi is inside of The Solver, there she'll find the Mansion from Earth still intact so the basement key is important >Uzi mind hacks Cyn like she did with N's memories >V is still alive >J discovers the truth and tries to fight back but is punished with a reebot due to The Solver still being her admin >Beretta Cameo/Tease at the end [Real]
>>17173 Is that all you can say? You just keep endlessly posting fuck in reply to everything. Go ahead and start venting, tell us your doomposting or some shit
>>17097 For whatever it's worth, I think the Osmium Squad has a pretty interesting story to them. One of my favorite parts of watching the show has been the gradual unpacking of the mystery of what a disassembly drone really is and where they actually come from, and so permutations of the idea really get me going. >What would happen if there wasn't an Alice in the mix kneecapping DD cores before they could start going Solverpede >What would a full squad of DD's, fully believing they're just corporate employees, do when confronted with a Solverpede? >And evidence that they're just the latest wave of cannon fodder >And that what they believe really doesn't hold water at all? It's good stuff. As for what to do with their story, at least in terms of inter-character relationships: >At some point L and Irma's relationship needs to advance beyond L being bad at asking out because she's horny but awkward but plagued by predatory instinct but she really wants to have a meaningful relationship >Likewise H needs to advance beyond just pining for B and reminiscing about better days. He knows what's up while the others don't, and eventually he needs to share that information with the others
>>17184 I might get over my fear of physical merchandise and buy a little N if he survives. But I don't want to look at his little smiling face and have my brain go "he's fucking dead", so he has to pull through.
>>17181 It's probably going to explode, but I'd like to see that too. I'd imagine Beretta's conclusion is her graduating from High School and through a series of events comes to terms with how her family is trying their best, she doesn't need to entirely forgive them but she can atleast find peace with them
>>17153 I honestly thought they'd do TADC 3 if not 4 before MD 8. At this rate, they'll only have had one - two additional (assuming TADC 3 in October) episodes within the one-year anniversary of the pilot releasing, which isn't a quick enough cadence for something that's heavily leveraging internet popularity to produce a lot of casual viewers who might be converted into series regulars. MD has a more established fandom, and could more easily wait. >rushed MD Nah. The pacing was consistent, and so they had to decide on 8 eps from the start. The only question was whether in 2021-22 they had thought about keeping the possibility of another season open.
>>17172 I'm betting that those DD cores loosed from Alice's oven will factor in somewhat. Since they're all still presumably under the Solver's control, Cynwalker now has an army of monsters to back her up.
What if... This is only the end of the Glitch series, and Liam will continue it by himself afterwards? This is what he meant by "certainly always more to tell in this world".
>>17114 >My knowledge of thread OCs is limited to the plush collection, so if you want in, post your OCs here. Ye got it. My two other main OCs (W and 13) are already in the plush image, so I'll just post my current main OCs. Good morning btw.
>>17177 >spoiler Yeah, there were ideas, but again I'm not a good writer to plot them out at a good pace. Since I'm not likely going to finish them before episode 8 drops, I might as well let them out of my head, maybe it'll help with the pressure lol >at Irma's current outpost >the worker drones there are a bit afraid of her but B has already assured Irma and the others that they're no longer pursuing their mission objective >they're also fearful for their lower halves since L is ferocious to single drones she's managed to mingle with >L has been rebuffed several times by Irma at this point (though she does have a lot of work at hand) >L doesn't know when to quit though >when Irma's returning to her living quarters from work, L bumps into her and gives chase >only for Ophelia to open the door (since Irma's her adoptive family now) >Ophelia is gripped by terror, L is frozen by the flashes of the human she used to care for >Irma's not sure what to make of it before L flees the scene >the medic realizes there's something between Ophelia and L which she decided against asking about when she first found the small worker drone >Irma then finds out what happened to Ophelia's parents, tries to comfort her since her colony was also attacked before >despite the difficulty, eventually she manages to steel her nerves and ask L >L still doesn't have the full context to her nightmares but explains that Ophelia reminds her of a human who somehow meant a lot to her >the bigger picture of things eludes them but Irma manages to mediate between the two >Ophelia, while still somewhat fearful of L, tries to keep going now that Irma's looking after her >L, maintains a nervous presence around Ophelia, but tries to sort of act like who she was to Julia (daughter of the Williams she looked after) >Irma starts to warm up to L, being less and less afraid over time As for B and H, I was really hooked on trying to write one character moment where B tells him she remembered enough which startles him. It'd be sort of ironic to say that her drinking so much caused interference with internal Solver protocols to the point the memory suppression wears off, but I partly feel that doesn't NEED an explanation since N was recovering pieces of his memory as is. In my head, this is during a calm scene when he's trying to make a drink for her. He becomes afraid to face his senior because he believed it was his fault that the maid drone found their home and he was the cause of their lives being this way on Osmium 4. He tries to flee but B manages to catch up (despite seemingly being drunk) every time and ends with B pinning him down, telling him to stop running away because she doesn't want to lose him and L after losing what they had on Earth. My problem was, and still is, plotting ideas out and using elements from the show at the same time, while keeping a good pace and hitting emotional points as hard as possible (AND drawing them out when I'm done with the story). I'm not built as a writer, I think lol
>>17207 Funny, I was looking at a video of it. I like the look of the compensator but it seems the concussion is a pain in the long run without ear protection (given its initial use). >>17208 If you have the time, it'd be nice.
>>17207 Her entire arsenal would be police based, so any weapons cops usually use she'd also have. I'm not the biggest expert when it comes to guns, but I can see her also having a colt. They'd have access to any human hand weapon, so a colt monitor would be pretty likely to be included. >>17208 Go right ahead, although do you want me to give a rundown of just her personality or the entire setting? >>17213 .....hey you're not me.
>>17222 Oh, I'd be happy to hear a general rundown of her personality and the setting, but if you're willing to read me generate half the lore from my crackhead brain for fun, I can also do that.
>>17075 >The fact that you haven't woken up in a shirt soaked with your own sweat is proof enough that this can't be a dream. >With the plane's left wing being no more than a smoking pyre by this point, its descent is rapid now. It felt like you were doing loop-de-loops before, but now? >Now's the climax, and the climax is a zero degree angle dip straight into the abyssal waters below. . . or so you'd thought. >With passengers reeling in their seats and the drone to your right clinging on to just about anything they can (it started with the front seat but they tore a chunk of leather from it, then, it graduated into the handlebar overhead which they also tore off, and now, *you* are the new target of stability and abuse). >You're also holding on to the seat in front of you, wrapping your one left arm around it like a vice while the blue-eyed worker practically death grips the circulation out of your arm. >You're very confident you just cracked a few bones once the plane started vibrating and passengers were sent to the floor, you being the exception of course since you had to thank the worker for weighing you down to your seat. >You can't even count the seconds before the impact arrives. You try to, but, your fear-addled brain just won't let you. >Without warning or signal of any kind, metal splits, leather burns, and everything around you descends into a mind-shatteringly loud noise as you're thrown so hard into the seat in front of you that you can feel the vessels in your nose pop before you lose consciousness.
The reprieve of the silent dark can only last so long.
>In an instant, you're back. >You feel like you're dead. You feel like you *should've* died, but you know you haven't. Not yet at least. >You're flat on your back and everything hurts. It hurts like hell, and yet, you also can't feel anything. >"Christ. . . mercy. . ." You mumble out in a way so deathly ill that you would've laughed at how similar you sounded to your alcoholic uncle on Christmas Eve if it weren't for the constant pain stabbing at you from all angles. >The pain AND the feeling of something rummaging through your trouser's various pockets. >You open your eyes, only realizing you've had them closed up until now. >You sit up like you're The Undertaker and, strangely enough, feel something snap *back* into place in your body like you just reconnected a lost piece of your likely verging on breaking puzzle of a body. >"Who-the-wha-?" You mumble out groggily, your chapped lips immediately making you regret even speaking. >A blue light fills your vision. >Even though everything is still blurry, you know for sure that whether this is Heaven, Hell, or some god-forsaken island in the middle of nowhere that you somehow drifted onto after the plane crash, that that blue light could only be one person: the worker. >"Oh!" She yells, nervous eyes darting around like blue orbs clashing against the black of her visor. "You're al-awake! You're awake, y-yes!" >"Where. . .?" You ask as your vision slowly but surely begins to sharpen again. >"W-We were lucky, ya' see! We're on. . . well, I was never told what island was two-hundred miles between North America and Ireland!" >That was odd. There could've been a million tiny little ones darting the ocean between those two places. Was this worker still addled from the crash like you were? You hoped not since she seemed to be the only other person nearby. >"Were. . . Were you trying to *steal* from me?" You ask groggily. >"N-No! I would never! As a responsible, r-respectable JcJenson labor overseer, I would never think of doing. . . just that!" >You can smell the bullshit on those words but don't have the energy or the freedom from pain to really care. >"Sorry 'bout that. For not dying, I mean, and leaving you a carcass to graverob." >The drone backs away and her eyes flash with anger before falling into weariness and fear. >"T'was a joke. . ." >You forgot that the only people you're funny too are drugees, alcoholics, and other bounty hunters. >"How bad is it?" You ask the worker, your vision nearly fully returning to you. >"A little," she says, understanding what you meant. There was almost a little annoyance in that timid voice of hers but you didn't question it. You'd both survived a fucking *plane crash* of all things, so, not being on edge would be the weirder attitude to have. >"You know. . ." You start as your vision fully returns to you and you get a good look at the worker facing you. >Your face (bloodied as it may have been) reflexively scrunched in horror. >"You're missing a chunk o' glass from your right. You know that?"
I don't have much experience nor was I taught to write. I've written for maybe a year, but that's on and off. Otherwise, I just let the most bizarre, non-serious things in my head influence the way I describe things and it ends up making it pop more I think.
I think Tessa's parents ignored her existence until they couldn't. She looks to me like she has literal developmental issues like she wasn't given stimulation as a baby and toddler. Chances are they would occassionally accidentally kill her caretaker drone and not notice until she cried too much from hunger.
>Be Louisa >Give birth >The nurse brings you your child and puts her in your arms >Little Tessa James Elliott, fresh out of the oven >The baby sits quietly, not knowing whether to sleep or to cry >You look down at her >You feel nothing >Actually, you feel one thing >"Glad you're out of me. Drone, wine."
>>17177 >>17210 Hello Friend, I really want to see this fleshed out, so please write more about them, I really love the characters, so if I can offer a piece of advice, from someone who sucks at writing to a Friend, one is too hard on oneself, if you can I'd recommend to let someone else test read it to give you an opinion, better if the person is brutally honest, and for now you have written kino so far so I would still trust your judgment. Paccing is hard but you have done it well so far, and also, for me, it has affected my feels, a lot, due to private matters. Keep going strong!
Also hello, good morning Friends, nice to see you all after 24+ hours without light, and around 10 of those without being able to talk with you, my Friends, nice to finally talk!
>>17261 No hard feelings. The complaint has its place, but my thought is the composition anons that make up a threadbase will have its ebb and flow. Show schedules will impact this where regularly structured airing (like one new episode a week) will have more anons focused on the show rather than OC stuff. Murder Drones have months long period between episodes. It has its depth and hidden details but once that's run out, people don't like repeating themselves unless it's some new viewer who's unfamiliar with the show's eccentricity. I was a new viewer back in October last year and as long as I take my time figuring things out and asking politely, there were anons who took their time to humor my inquiries. That said, not every new viewer can present themselves politely, and anons will respond in kind. It's 4chan, par for the course. I can sort of get where you're coming from, which is why out of 350-ish files on my Murder Drones drawing folder, very little of it is of my OCs. I paced out my personal fan character stuff cuz I liked show discussion too (and I wanted to make sure when I do bring my OCs up, it's stuff that had time and thought spent on, because that's how the show is). But once show material has been discussed a lot, people just want to have some fun.
>>17261 I read it and replied there Also holy shit the niggers are still going at it I see, unironically got to be wasting hours to try and start shit it's crazy to see really
I'm not going to lie; if Drones were real, and I was able to get one, I would just hug it all day every day, no matter the hour or the day, and unlike my cats, it would let itself get hugged all day.
>Imagine if instead of Cyn, Tessa pulls out Uzi and Doll(both patched). Then it turns out that they were both test subjects that escaped and the government is now after them. What would happen?
>>17114 >>17145 E-Anon here, I would like to vote for the malicious virus J0y and her Labor Bot Monstrosities, Watt-digo and the Abyss. Any one of them.
Labor Bots themselves are a hypothetical competitor to Worker Drones, albeit more cheap and limited in CPU, but they get the job done. Now imagine those same Laborers surviving J0y’s virus infection (lethality is high) and becoming monsters.
>>17276 Off the top of my head, I'm just thinking Race to Witch Mountain. Except the Rock is Tessa and she's not really driving Uzi and Doll anywhere. You don't mention N, V or J being around so I assume they're not part of the story anymore. It then turns into an investigative mystery thriller where Tessa uses her rich family's position as cover to conduct some sleuthing accompanied by an initially uncooperative Uzi and a mildly apathetic Doll. Uzi and Doll may have been found with different wigs given by lab staff, so Tessa gives them the wig fashioned according to the show. Depending on the stress test by the CF Labs, Uzi and Doll may have been allowed to be part of a family, as the researchers thought emotional stress may contribute to a successful Solver Drone. Their intent was only to replicate the Cyn-like host so that they can find a way to patch it, and several somewhat imperfect hosts before Uzi and Doll emerged. Once they become proper hosts, the patch is developed and given to them, cutting the Solver's ability to use them as pawns, temporarily. This impacts the story by way of having Cyn/the Solver manifest long before Tessa found Uzi/Doll and Cyn/the Solver was never part of Tessa's life. Whether humans found out about the Solver on Earth or if some proper misconduct allowed it to achieve a Cyn-like host on one of the other planets, is up to your imagination. Of course, JCJenson (IS) has to suppress this information through bribery or any other corrupt methods. Uzi had Khan and Nori, Doll had Yeva/Doll's dad, and as part of the torturous CF Lab experiments, they had to be killed in front of Uzi and Doll, leading to a split in their developing personality. Tessa struggles trying to earn their trust to get more information while living at the manor under her neglectful (still somewhat abusive but if Tessa is causing less problems for them, I think 'neglectful' works better) parents. Government agents will also snoop around and try to find Uzi and Doll but because of Tessa's family position, they fail. Eventually she manages to earn their trust and learns more of what truly lurks behind JCJenson (IS). IF this story is more focused on saving the Earth, it may be the last holdout for humanity. While Tessa's side of the story slowly unfolds, we have B plot or at least small scenes showing that it is slowly taking control of drones on different inhabited exoplanets. By the time Tessa manages to win over Doll and Uzi, it has succeeded to unfurl its influence over some of the exoplanets and execute NULLification to a complete degree. Everything happens very quickly and Earth loses contact with the exoplanets, but JCJenson (IS) remains adamant on suppressing information from getting out. The episode 8 of this hypothetical story is Tessa, Uzi and Doll working together to set up a final stand to banish the Solver. To get to this point, Tessa would need allies that she slowly gets to know before, as well as being shown to do research that uncovers the nature of the Solver as an extradimensional entity. So, you need to add this to parts before the finale, during her investigation time.
>>17276 >>17281 This is a very interesting concept. Is there a fanfic or a comic like this or something?
Now I want to see a scenario in this hypothetical story where the FBI kicking down the door brandishing guns while Tessa pleads with them not to hurt Doll and Uzi.
>>17286 >Now I want to see a scenario in this hypothetical story where the FBI kicking down the door brandishing guns while Tessa pleads with them not to hurt Doll and Uzi. I think that would either end with Doll and Uzi going full Solver mode on them or just grabbing Tessa and flying away. What do you think?
>>17171 Have a very realistic one for the bingo: Tessa’s ghost/soul/whatever shows up to interact with the cast. Up to personal preference whether this is to:
>>17282 If N, V and J remains part of the story, there will be less focus on them so the investigative thriller part remains the core of the story. But I say less focus and not completely abandoned. N and V will be the romance focus of the side stories, while J maintains her position as loyal servant. As a zombie drone whose personality can now develop past the restrictions set by the company, J becomes Tessa's important coordinator during her investigation, making sure her parents/other rich businesspeople don't catch up on what Tessa is uncovering as well as communicating with potential allies outside her family. We can still get hints of Eldritch stuff through Uzi and Doll having premonitions or visions of the Solver's activities on other exoplanets (while it's trying to spread its influence and power over the planets' worker drone population). Nightmares of people dying, drones being forcibly made into Disassembly Drones (in the main show, but in this hypothetical scenario they're just part of the Solver's invasion monsters) and vague sights of exoplanets being NULLed. Along with past stuff haunting Uzi and Doll, we could put more emphasis on how they bonded with their family before the parents get killed by the CF Labs staff. N and V slowly fall in love, but they're still important as part of the final team that has to face the Solver itself. Their love is what backs up their fervent desire to protect each other as well as Tessa and the others as gratitude. It's also important to have small scenes at the JCJenson (IS) company/CF Labs that show the hubris of humanity, or its worse facets. Scenes of researchers showing arrogance in their attempt to figure out the Solver through research alone and dismiss potential ideas of the occult. As well as scenes in other exoplanets that show what happened to imperfect hosts like the ones we saw dead in the lockers to hammer in the terrible aspects of humanity that's balanced out by Tessa and her attempt to be kind to Uzi and Doll. Of course, she can't be the only human to be doing this because you need balance, small scenes of humans being generally nicer to drones outside of the Elliott manor helps. Tessa also finds a few odd folks that she can trust with what she's uncovered. It shouldn't come easy to her, but she needs to have allies to confront the Solver, humans and drones. I'm a sucker for a ragtag team, so something like an old man who's a retired mercenary living just outside the dumps in secrecy that Tessa occasionally visits and bring food just because he helps her around the dumping ground. (I can't come up with more cuz I'm tired but you get the idea) He's weirded out by Tessa's interest in rescuing zombie drones but eventually Tessa reveals everything she uncovered and he decides this is serious enough that he connects with his old network. Just enough networking over different locations that there's a ripple effect that allows an intermediary force to slow down the Solver's invading monsters (when it finally reaches Earth) so Tessa and her own team can confront the Solver's most important host that is its strongest anchor to the material universe yet its weakest link. This assumes a good ending and that Tessa's group manages to figure out a way to banish the Solver. (You'll have to do your own thing if you want a bad ending) To add to the JCJenson (IS) stuff, there has to be scenes of conceited upper company people who gave the orders of suppressing information, right up to when the Solver manages to NULL several exoplanets. And even after losing contact with the other company branches, they remain adamant that their CF Labs researchers can deal with this, they can save their own skin and still be rich. Just, sort of the more terrible aspects of humanity on display.
>>17290 Tessa wouldn't allow them to use their Solver powers yet. And like I said, my thought was that her family position would make it difficult for government agents to simply break in and cause a commotion. Not to mention, Tessa has changed their appearance so while they figured out patched drones have escaped in the general area of the Elliott Manor, it'd be difficult for them to find Uzi and Doll. In fact, I'm sort of in favor of one or two agents kind of losing faith in the agency that employed them. Like you can have several rookie agents attempting to snoop around and try to figure out where Uzi and Doll are but fail. When they fail, different agents are sent in. Around the time Tessa's group manages to figure out what is happening behind JCJenson (IS), you have agents who are disillusioned by their line of work. Maybe they do find out what Tessa is doing and where Uzi/Doll are but cut off communications or report back that they failed to find them after realizing bigger problems are brewing behind the intergalactic company and they can't trust their own agency by now. Bit much, but I just sorta like the idea of disillusioned agents having a change of heart and help the protagonist instead, but yeah it's hard to incorporate into the story when so much is already happening.
>>17302 Drones have no boobs anon, they have something better, a beautiful plate of metal and a LED icon that safeguards an amazing core that you need to lick
>"MARINER THREE, THIS IS MARINER FOUR DO YOU COP-"
>"You don't have to yell over the comms! We're patched into the network ya know...." >"Look, keep the channel clear until we're done scrapface. Alright? And don't forget to check your tether. Mariner Three out." >With that the feed cut off, leaving Four to her duties. Alone.
>"What crawled up his aft...." >Mechanical thuds of pressurised metal marched along the darkened beds of the Seleni sea. Pincer arms trawling through the sand for valuable salvage from the remains of the previous installation forcing local sea life to scurry away in their schools. >Four casually whistled as each slab of durasteel wreck or copper wiring popped into suit storage ticked off another number for the quota, much to her appreciation. It wasn't often she got easy jobs like simple retrieval runs. >Despite being several hundred meters below what was considered the 'safe zone', the worker could confidently play with each new haul. Scoring slam-dunks and three pointers into the collection skip for five minutes before eventually getting bored with the games.
>Soon enough she reached the Narrows. Valleys of rock spanning along as far as the natural light would allow before descending into a bottomless trench. >Not even deep scans or zoom could penetrate the deep blue expanse.
>'WARNING: NEARING MAXIMUM LOAD. SUIT INTEGRITY VULNERABLE TO DEGRADATION. RECOMMEND PILOT TO ASCEND TO BASE PLATFORM AND/OR REMOVE LOADS TO ENSURE CONTINUED SAFE OPERATION' >Caustic yellow blared in front of her visor. >"Pfft. Yeah, alright. You're not my manufacturer. But I guess it *is* time to head back." >On came the static from the comm channel. >"Yo, Mariner Three. All done here, you finished or am I gonna have to drag you back with the rest of the junk?" >.... >....... >"Mariner Three, do you copy?" >Still no answer came. Just the empty silence amongst the murky depths of the deep. >"Mariner Three, come on. This isn't funny. If it's about earlier..." >Nothing.
>Four began to run an anxiety routine. Perhaps it really was time to leave. >"Ooo-k...he's probably just gone back without me. No biggy. I can just follow the lifeline back to the rally point. It'll be alright....right?" (1/2)
>>17321 Imagine cuddling with Skeletessa Imagine holding her hands, her bony digits interlaced with your warm fleshy fingers Imagine kissing her on her cute teeth
>>17306 >Wasting no time, the EUOS suit turned and reversed course in a jog back along the sea floor. Its hydraulics heaving to the rhythm of footfall that made tracks in the shales. >Much too slow for the liking of Four however. Worse still was the path needed to be taken to get back to the rally point. >Snaked round the edges of the Narrows, the tether was sure to bring her close to the drop off. Normally most expeditions never went out that far. >And for good reason. It was a long way down.
>Signing the holy cross in binary across her screen, she pressed forward with haste. Taking care to avoid any gaps in the rocky scabs that began to build in the scenery. >Soon enough it was skirting along the razors edge. The cockpit provided enough of a view to her sage optics to instill dread. >Pure navy void melting away into a pit of black. Four always wondered if there was a bottom. And if you just ceased to exist if you fell in. >A quick sonar ping distracted the senses.
>*TWANG!~*
>Abrupt jerking of the metal tether pulled the mecha off balance and straight over to its side. Vulnerable. Panic immediately beset the drone as she attempted to regain footing for the suit while its alarms rang inside. >"HOLY ROBO-SHI-!" >Like a ragdoll on autopilot it was dragged around in a terrible scrape against the ground. Up and down and around The resulting thrashing ended with a painful bash of plasteel against console. >And the robotic coffin of the EUOS dreadfully close to oblivion. >*SNAP!~* >*CRACK!~*
>>17332 Hey Friend, there can be many reasons to keep going forward, can be family, can be friends, can be for oneself, Friend, look, I'm not going to say life is easy and is easy to keep going, because it's not, sometimes some days are harder than others, and yes sometimes is easy, and I'm not all knowing, but let me tell you that it is worth it to keep going, I kept going forward not stopping, for myself, I wanted to see myself be happy and healthy, I don't know enough about you Friend to tell you the "perfect" words, but let me tell you this: Friend, *it is* worth it to keep going, and to see what happens after, if you feel sad, depressed, overwhelmed, or anything like that, it goes away at some point, and I don't say it just to be nice, *I know* it goes away, and happiness is always at the end, fighting every day for yourself it's worth it, and you *will* know how happy I felt when I reached the end of the tunnel, when the rain stopped for as way to say it, you can take motivation to keep fighting for your family, friends, pets, and more, but remember to fight for yourself too. If you need to talk about anything, I will be here, Friend.
>>17340 Nta, but if that isn’t a perfect metaphor for this community I don’t know what is, we’ve done so well, I can’t wait to see what comes next, I know there’s still more ahead of us
>>17333 Lovecraftian Horror as a genre typically doesn't have good endings. I'm fully expecting the definitive ending of a horror series where each episode after the last has only hammered in the hopelessness of the setting to haunt people, like the reaction to Cynwalker on steroids.
>>17342 Checking to see if there were Murder Drones threads on /co/ was the first time I remember coming to the site in years and is the only reason I come anymore.
>>17345 >Tessa was doomed from the start, wasn’t she? If you step away from the comedy angle entirely, MD's an impressively bleak setting, to the point where the Solver seems like a mercy.
>>17346 Maybe..? The shadow people don't have visible hair colors, meaning Louisa doesn't have a "canon" hair color. I just wanted something distinctly different from James' and Tessa's dark brown and ginger was the first thing I thought of.
Also for anyone doing the Booru these >>17315 are not mine, still cool that my artsyle and ideas inspire others though.
>>17351 >to the point where the Solver seems like a mercy. The overall implication seems to be that a not insignificant amount of the setting's inhabitants shared the exact same sentiment.
Alright, no longer delaying it as this is gonna be a long one so here we go.
Absolute Territory Part 1
>The sun hung low in the horizon, resting between the mountain peaks like someone after a long day of hard work, tiredness overtaking their eyes and wishing for night time to arrive already, such a feeling being transmitted in the orange rays bathing the land in front of it. >And yet it seemingly stood in place, not moving an inch, not wanting for this moment to pass. >Those brilliant warm rays carried with them the same worry that had managed to choke the life out of the very land that stood before it. >Not a single bird chirped, not one leaf dared to fall, not a bug wished to show its face. >It's like nature itself knew the horror that would soon follow, not wanting to move a single finger in mind numbing anticipation and dread. >The celestial body seemed to wish to stay longer, to greet its night time siblings in the sky and keep the darkness away, but just like that same tired worker that wanted nothing more than to rest on their pillow, the star slowly descended into the earth, its orange body turning a brilliant red before being snuffed out by the cold blue around it. >Gross, pitch black shadows fell onto the trees and buildings, as their time had finally arrived, spreading further and further as they consumed everything into a void of dark blue and black, their luminous gods arriving high into the sky not long after. >Even in this new dark paradise, though, nothing moved. >Only the faintest of breezes whispered worry racked words above the canopies of trees and between branches that crisscrossed with their neighbor's, almost like they were muffling each other to not dare speak. >Inoshima Town's gates, once a welcoming sight with their hanging lanterns, now stood as a dull and mute guardian, just as black as the sky above it and forest stretching before it. (1/?)
>>17358 >An unnatural silence, stagnant and all consuming, minutes being stretched to a seemingly eternal length. >”WEEEELCOME, EVERYBODY!!! ^-^” boomed with a force that could shatter glass, destroying the tomb-like atmosphere that had settled only a few moments ago. >”It is with great pleasure to have you all here!” the chipper voice echoed once more, its source making itself visible as stage lights of unknown origin danced in the air. >”I hope you brought all your friends and even family members, because this will be a once in a lifetime concert!” >Pirouetting almost like after a magical girl transformation, the DD stretched out her arms, seemingly ready to meet the biggest crowd she'd ever see in her career, before pointing forward with her right hand, mic close to her mouth and wide smile on her face >”We are The Ebon Sirens! And this is our!! -uh …” >The previous hype and excitement dissolved like a fizzy tablet in water, the stage lights vanishing as they revealed themselves to be coming from one of their members. >The four DDs looked on to see no one around, their leader appearing to be the most shocked, still maintaining her pose and smile despite one of her eyes twitching in annoyance. >The whole town was dead silent, not a single light anywhere, it almost seemed like everyone had just up and left everything behind. >Clenching her teeth, anger now overtaking the wide circles on her face, she screamed as loud as she could in her mic, the speakers on her wings reverberating with feedback, causing the other three to flinch a bit. >”HEEELLOOOOOO!?!? IS ANYONE HERE?”, yet the only response she got was silence and a small breeze fluttering her pink dress. >”Guess you scared them off with your voice, eh Laki?” a nonchalant voice echoed behind her. >”Zip it, El!!!” Laki barked back, but El kept her modest smile. >”Hey, me and Piika were the ones that suggested we spread our pamphlets first like before, but you're the one that insisted on doing an “Instant Concert”.” El said. >”Y-Yeah! Nils even had them prepared in advance.” Piika spoke with a weak voice, clearly afraid of Laki turning her gaze at her. (2/?)
>>17359 >Half an hour earlier >The once lively town Sinshei was now just a ruin, buildings crumbling into ashened piles, streaks of oil painting the landscape along with the body parts of the ones that once housed the dark fluid. >A massacre had occurred here, those lucky enough to reach the underground network of caverns hunkered down in fear, praying that the death angels wouldn't find them. >Yet as harrowing of a sight as it might've been, there were those completely unbothered by it, more specifically those that had been the culprits of it. >Perched on top of a house, El stood vigil over the landscape, having been the first to wake up, watching as the last bits of sunlight faded into oblivion and the sky turned dark, all while tinkering with one of her synth devices. >She was the “DJ” of her group, being the one that constructed and remixed all their songs, adding any missing instrumental in their shows by using a myriad of samples she had collected over time. >She knew their “band” was incomplete, yet her mastery in sound editing made it seem like she could fill in any gap. >A yawn could be heard coming from her left, turning to see that Laki had also returned to the waking world. >The leader of their group and the founder of The Ebon Sirens, she wore a bright pink and magenta dress, befitting for her role as an “idol” and in stark contrast of El’s monochromatic attire, providing the main voice of all their songs, putting as much passion in her performances as she could. >Her hair, fashioned in two side drills, fluttered ever so slightly in the air as she stretched her arms upwards. >”Had a nice beauty sleep, Laki?” El said with a playful tone as she kept working. >”Yeah, can't say the same about you. Working on your equipment all the time, jeez El, do you ever sleep?” >”Ey, I wouldn't be this good at music if I didn't make sure my stuff was in tip top shape all the time.” she cooed as she jumped off the roof, wings flashing to break her landing. >”You’d think you and Nils are related with how immersed you are in your work.” >”And that's a bad thing?” (3/?)
>>17360 >”Not at all.” Laki said as she brushed off one of her drills. >”That is precisely why we're the best of the best. No one is better than our band!” >”That's cuz there is no one better since we're the only band on this side of the world. And probably the entire planet.” >”Precisely! Everyone else was so intimidated by my talent alone that they didn't even bother to try and form a rival group. Leaving us to take all the spoils!” Laki began laughing like a stereotypical anime girl, complete with bellowing oh oh oh’s and the back of her hand near her mouth. >El just looked at her with mild embarrassment, still holding on her synth device. >After savoring the moment, Laki checked her HUD’s clock, seeing that it was late enough in the night, a smile forming on her face. >”El, go get Piika and Nils. We're leaving for our next destination in a few minutes.” >El raised an eyebrow. >”Shouldn't we first send those pamphlets? Nils woke up early just to start working on them and me and Piika already know where to-” >”Nah. Tonight, I want to do something special. As our 10th pitstop in our world tour, I want us to do an Instant Concert! No pamphlets, no word of mouth. Just a live performance out of the blue!” >El just kept her eyebrow raised as she blinked slowly. >”What?” said Laki, “It'll be great! Everyone's jaws will drop in awe and they'll be so shocked, they'll have no choice BUT to watch our show! It'll be great!” she then wrapped her arm around El, tracing the path of a shooting star with her other arm. >But El kept looking at her like she just told her that she's stupid. >Laki’s previous chipper expression dissolved into a frown. >”Just go look for Piika and Nils, ok?” >”Ye got it.” El said now with a more chill expression, leaving Laki behind as she walked towards one of the town hall buildings. >”Although…” she stopped mid stride, her back at Laki while downing a more serious tone. >”I do wonder how long are we gonna be able to keep this whole thing up before we really get in trouble.” (4/?)
>>17361 >”Oh come on, you're still worried about that? We haven't gotten a single message back from those corporate bozos since we landed on the planet.” >”For all we know, they just left us here to die, so there's no reason to do what they want their way and instead our way!” >”Your way, Laki.” El then continued her walk, leaving behind a clearly annoyed Laki to cross her arms in annoyance. >Reaching her destination, the DD opened the large doors, letting out the blaring music inside to infect the chill air outside. >It was quite surreal, the four of them hadn't been there for more than a day, yet Nils had decorated the place like it always was a secret hideout for them. >Entering the main hall that was dotted with various paints and stickers along with deep claw marks and indents in the concrete, El opened the first door she landed her eyes on on the right, a faint sound of electric piano being discernible through the blaring music. >Her intuition was right, finding a Piika practicing on her trusty keyboard, clearly struggling to maintain her melody. >She was quite the skittish DD, far more withdrawn than her outward colleagues, yet her pink garment struck quite the contrast with her gloomier self. >”Oy, Piika!” El tried not to raise her voice too much, but enough to still be discernible through the noise pollution, yet even that was enough to startle the black licorice flavored bubble gum, slamming her fingers into the keys in shock to make a hideous sound. >”O-OH EL! I didn't see you enter!” >”It's fine. Let's get moving.” >”Wait! What do you mean?” >”Laki’s being a diva again and wants the show to start tonight.” >”B-But we didn't even start putting the pamphlets and I haven't fully practiced for our next piece!” >”It's fine, you'll be as great as always, now let's go.” >”Wait! Do you know where Nils’ room is?” >”Judging by the music, I have a pretty good hunch.” >”Alright. Guess I'll-...OH GOD NILS! She's going to be so mad!! El, wait!”, but El was gone, having leaped to the second floor, already zeroing in on the wide opened door. (5/?)
>>17364 >The room looked completely trashed, everything was strewn about with little abandon, streaks of paint everywhere along with entire piles of paper, some crumpled, others with highly detailed drawings, from mundane things to landscapes and even drones, Worker and Disassembler alike. >In the center of it all was a DD that was dressed like a rockstar, hair coalesced on one side while the other stood baren, fully exposing her eye bandana, bright colors giving life to the otherwise dull white. >”And that should be the last of it.” she said as she put the final pamphlet on the massive pile she had made. >”Nils.” >”Although I wonder if I should've used more magenta this time.” >”Nils!” >”Meh, they're gonna be torn up by the end of it, I it's not gonna mater.” >”NILS” >”Although it feels like the logo is too high up.” >But while she kept pondering, the once blaring music was reduced to silence. >Snapping in a blink of an eye at her boombox to see what had happened, she was shocked to see El pressing the off button on the ancient device. >”El, why!?” >”We've leaving. Pack your stuff and let's go.” >”What, are we gonna be plastering these things as we go along?” Nils said as pointed at the stack of pamphlets. >”No. Laki's ego got to her head again and now she wants to do the concert pronto.” >”....she wot?” she said, now clear anger forming in her eyes. >”I woke up as early as I could, barely getting a wink of sleep just to finish these damn things as fast as I could, and that pink fokin whore now says that I can throw them all in the trash!?” >”Nils, calm down a bi-” but it was too late as she was already storming towards the door, cracking her knuckles in the process. >”Nils please wait!!” a panicked Piika blocked the entrance, trying in vain to diffuse the ticking bomb. >”Out of my way, Piika, unless you want a dent in your face too!” >”Nils, you know punching her won't solve anything. You've done that way too many times to keep trying.” El said with her usual compassionate, yet paradoxically disinterested voice. (6/?)
>>17365 >Stopping in her tracks while gritting her teeth, Nils turned her head to look at El with her side eye, all the while Piika looked like she was ready to collapse into a ball. >The two DD stared at each other, seconds feeling like they lasted an eternity as the two were locked in place. >”Fine.” Nils said, a clear displeasure resonating in her voice. >”But I get to dropkick her after the show is over while stealing all her kills, ok?” >El simply returned an ok sign, a small smile forming on her face. >Nils gave a thumbs up before calmly picking up her guitar and leaving the room, making sure to not bump into the shivering Piika. >El’s simple smile turned upside down, however, as she began thinking the same thing she had been for the past few months. >”How long are we gonna resist like this?”
>Present time >Despite trying to keep her composure, Laki’s inner turmoil began surfacing as an overheating sign appeared in the corner of her visor, a whirlpool of thoughts clouding her mind. >”How DARE they not show up to her special 10th concert?!” she thought. >”How DARE they humiliate her like this!?” she pondered as her teeth attempted to slide side by side. >”Talk about fragile ego, jeez.” Nils whispered. >”I'm not gonna let this go that easily!” Laki spoke more to herself than to everyone else. >In a flash, she turned back to face the ghost town, but right before she could let out another shout into her mic, a figure began appearing from the shadows, slowly making their way towards the gates as she mindlessly swept the dust on the road with her broom. >”Huh, so this place isn't as deserted as we thought.” said El. >The red warning sign vanished as Laki regained her composure, her smug smile replacing her previous hate filled grin. >”So I see.” she cooed >”Hey you, purple hair!” she pointed at the singular resident in this empty town, passing the gates and heading straight for them before stopping in place, only a few meters away from the DDs. (7/?)
>>17366 >The drone then lifted her head, staring at Laki straight in her eyes, a clear look of disdain burrowing holes in her before turning into a more neutral expression. >”I see that at least you decide to join our show. Well then, I suppose tha-” >”What brings you here?” Megumi spoke with a confident voice, taking all the DDs by surprise. >Usually Worker Drones shook in terror at their presence, yet this one lonely hunk of metal dressed like some Japanese priestess stood unflinching before them. >Laki, a bit annoyed that the miko cut off her carefully crafted words, put up a confident mask once again, descending towards the WD as she giggled a bit. >”If you had any business here, then it's best that you simply left. You won't find anyone here anymore.” Megumi continued, clenching her broom to the point where a faint snap in the wood could be heard. >”Hmm, quite the bold words you've got there. And how do I know you're not lying.” said Laki as her left hand turned into the signature claws. >”A shrine maiden never lies. For it is a sin to the gods.” >Laki couldn't help herself from escaping a laugh, now having closed the distance between her and Megumi. >”Oh, and did these gods also tell you to stay behind?” >”A shrine maiden’s duty never ends. Even after those around have departed to lands unknown.” >” Ha ha, I heard stuff like this from someone similar in the previous town, how the “gods” would protect them.” Laki’s eyes turned into a yellow X. >”Before I silenced them for trying to stop our concert.” >Megumi’s hands clenched even harder on the broom, but this time it wasn't out of fear, but out of hate. >The X reformed into two eyes as Laki took on a more chill disposition. >”Such a weird land this is, all these traditions and ceremonies, gosh how do you guys live like this?” >”But I guess it doesn't really matter.” Laki slipped one of her claws under Megumi’s chin. >”By the time our tour is done here, there won't be anyone left to carry out these mumbo jumbos.” (8/?)
>>17367 >High in the Inoshima Tower, one figure, masked in darkness, watched the entire scene play out down below. And in their hand they held an arrow, its sharp edge glinting in the moonlight. >”The ones that won't be left will be your kind, Disassembly Drone.” Aigami said as he fired the arrow, slicing through the air at dangerous speed, closing the distance in mere seconds as it embedded itself into one of Laki’s bandana eyes. >The DD reeled in pain as yellow fluid splashed everywhere. >”Laki!!” El, Nils and Piika all shouted in unison, dropping the act and deploying their claws to aid their leader before another arrow flew, this time hitting Nils. >El tried to find its source, but yet another arrow flew, this time embedding itself into Piika’s leftmost eye, followed by one more, hitting El square in the face. >The arrows had all been shot from completely different directions, and they wouldn't be the last as four more descended from the heavens, but they didn't embed in the DDs, for that wasn't their purpose. >A cylindrical device was taped to each of them, a red beeping noise acting as a warning sign as they each detonated, but instead of a fireball, a thick cloud of smoke choked the entire area. >Disoriented and trying to pull the arrows from their heads, the DDs called for each other, but only seemed to get more lost in the impenetrable haze. >El managed to remove the arrow, but to her shock she was struck by something hard, knocking her from the air. >Rearing back up, she found that she was hit with a broom handle, the object now laying beside her as she could hear footsteps from ahead. >With an anger uncharacteristic to her, the signature X appeared on her visor as she raced forward to catch that little shrine maiden. >Going past the gates and into the town, she surveyed the area, trying to find where Megumi could've potentially hid, but no luck. >A sudden creaking noise made her pounce towards its source, but it was revealed to just be an unlocked door. >Another sound echoed from around a house, then another further down the street. >The sounds felt almost deliberate. >Like they were trying to lure her further into town. (9/?)
>>17368 >This made her want to sprint back to her teammates, realizing the potential mistake she had made, but out of the blue four arrows shot from four different angles, all aimed at her head. >This time, however, she didn't let any of them connect, deflecting them with her wings before throwing pipe bombs in two of the directions. >The explosives detonated, reducing all stone and walls in their paths to rubble, yet no yell came from either direction, no drone crawling with only half their limbs attached. >Thinking she had misjudged, she prepared another round, but a sudden sensation in her back caused her to falter. >Yet another arrow, but this time she was able to see who had shot it. >It was Megumi, waving at her with a clear look of satisfaction on her face before slowly beginning to move backwards. >Having realized that this was most certainly a trap, El deployed her gun, ready to turn the miko into target practice, yet this action only made the drone's smile increase. >Eyes turning into wide circles, she tried taking off, but it was two late as a blinding slash severed one of her wings at the base before returning to cleave the other. >She fell to the ground, confused and now almost terrified. >In all her time spent on this planet, not one single drone had managed to land a finger on them, yet here she was, collapsed on the ground and oil leaking from her back, her wings splayed out on each of her sides. >Next thing she knew, a figure stood before her, cyan eyes glowing with intent before turning orange as another set of eyes, these ones cyan Xs jumped towards her. >Back at the entrance, Laki, Nils and Piika had managed to find each other as the smoke finally vanished, each pulling each other's arrows out and snapping them in half. >”These little…” Laki grumbled. >”Gotta give it to them, that was a pretty good ambush.” Nils cocked an eyebrow and smiled a bit, all while looking at Laki slowly losing her marbles. (10/?)
>>17369 >”Although I wonder what was the purpose of it? Just to inconvenience us for a bit?” >”Don't know, but I think we should call the night off.” Piika expressed meekly >”NO!” Laki barked at both of them. >”I'm not going to let some tin cans that can't appreciate good music ruin my moment like this.” Laki then deployed a rail gun from the left arm. >”I’m going to hunt every single one of them down and force them to praise my concert while I torch this stupid town to the ground!!” she said as she angrily pointed the rail gun at the front gates, ready to fire. >”H-Hey, where's El?” Piika asked. >At that moment, Laki’s fiery demeanor vanished, looking around to see that El really wasn't with them. >”What the…” >”Oy, El! Did Laki’s tantrum make you leave? Cuz she's fine now!” Nils shouted, fully expecting El to appear from behind the trees, yet she wasn't anywhere to be seen. >”Hey, who's that?” Piika pointed at the gates. >Turning around, Nils saw the same scene her teammates had noticed, weird cyan lights making their way from deep within the town. >It wasn't until it came close to the gates when it revealed itself to be El, momentary relief being instead replaced with weird looks. >”Yo, El, what's up with those lights? I almost didn't recognize you!” Nils shouted, but no response came. >El kept marching forward, a monotone expression plastered on her face. >Laki was the first to approach the seemingly spaced out El, snapping her finger in a vain attempt to bring her back to her senses. >”Hello? Is anyone there? What's with the zombie-like attitude? Did you get lobotomized over there or something?” >El kept her silence. >Piika then noticed the dried up oil on her shoulders. >Laki kept waving in El’s face. >”Come on, if this is about those stupid papers I already apologized to Nils.” >”No you didn't.” Nils bit back. >Piika slowly approached the entranced El. (11/?)
>>17370 >”El….what did Nils tell you that she wanted to do after the concert was done?” she asked. >Laki raised a bewildered eyebrow as she looked back at Nils and then at El. >El's facial expression changed a bit, clearly trying to come up with an answer. >It was then that Piika noticed El's right hand struggling to make a sign. >A V followed by an L. >The sign they usually make when something bad happens backstage. >Her eyes widened in realization, but it was too late as Nils kicked Laki in the chest, sending her tumbling on the ground a few feet from where Nils was. >She then grabbed Piika, keeping her in a vice grip as she turned to face the gates. >”NOW!” El shouted, but it wasn't in her voice. >Like a bullet, Haruka bolted from the shadows, blade glowing an incandescent red as she was ready to strike. >It all happened in an instead, one wide slash and Piika’s head was sent flying, Aoi then let go of the body, allowing Haruka to stab it right through the chest, a downward slash cleaving a large opening in the chassis from where oil sprayed like a fountain. >One more slash and the upper and lower torso were separated from each other, falling limp on the ground. >Nils looked on in horror at what just happened, Laki raising on her hands and knees, still reeling a bit from the kick before she too saw the scene. >El turned around to look at Nils and Laki, but the two could now see the two cyan Xs that replaced their teammate's eyes along with a strange aura around her. >Haruka raised her head to stare the two DDs in the eyes, her blade slowly cooling as streaks of smoke swirled around it. >”This is for Sinshei.” she exclaimed as her blade began glowing once more.
And now let's introduce the band of DDs that have been consuming my time for the past few weeks, The Ebon Sirens Laki, Nils, El and Piika.
>DD group that, after seeing that they were not receiving any messages from JCJ ever since they landed and kept being treated with radio silence, chose to just do things their own way, ditching their old clothes and ripping off their armbands, replacing their old designations with new names, dying their hair and choosing to become a band. >Well, technically Laki chose to become a singer and roped everyone else in into becoming The Ebon Sirens as they've chosen to name themselves. >They perform live concerts everywhere they go, using it as both a recreational activity and a way to catch their prey off guard. They still are DDs and their need for oil isn't something they can get rid of, so instead they choose to dine on their audience, a feeding frenzy always following after each concert. >While not all concerts end with them slaughtering all WD they lay eyes upon, a good majority of them have left entire towns empty, 9 of them so far, with their most recent one taking place in Sinshei. >They do wish that they could start a proper music career by selling their albums, but Laki feels like them being like urban legends is more than enough, their “fame” being whispered across every drone town and settlement. >Personality wise, Laki is an absolute diva, seeing herself as an absolute star and the best idol to ever exist with hundreds of fans, yet her ego is incredibly easy to damage, resulting in outbursts that can turn violent if she's pissed off enough. Despite being their leader, there's quite the amount of friction between her and her teammates, specifically with Nils thanks to them being dumb dumbs and doing shit neither of them are proud of. >Speaking of, Nils is the bass/guitar singer of the group, arguably putting even more soul into her performances than Laki. She's very abrasive at first glance and likes to maintain this mask, but deep down she's a lot calmer, preferring to pass her time tuning her instrument or painting/drawing whatever she feels like. If it were up to her, she'd have always been an artist, but she's also ok with her current musical hobby. And yes she's bri’ish, being a fan of British Punk which is what influenced her look. >El is the “DJ” of the squad, being the one that provides not just backing tracks, but also light effects to make their entrances more “dramatic”. She's the most down to earth and level headed member, often being the one that settles down arguments, mainly between Laki and Nils. >And finally, Piika is the doormat of the group. A shy pink goth that'd rather spend all day recording piano solos than actually sing on stage in front of others, because even though many of them will become food after the concert ends, stage fright can still be a bitch. Despite this, she often calms down when her fingers hit the keys, trying her best to put up a good performance. Due to her nature, Laki often takes advantage of her insecurities by being a cunt, which often results in fights with her and Nils as the latter detests bullying of this kind, especially knowing how many times Laki talked down her art. >Overall, a dysfunctional group that's only really held together because of Laki's ambitions and dreams, something El thinks will eventually collapse, but for the time being she's trying her best to keep everyone together while letting her inflated ego talk a lot of times (which is in fact the main reason El thinks things will fall apart if she doesn't eventually get a proper reality check). >Ability wise they all have the unique ability of sound manipulation, Laki's being especially developed because of her role, allowing her to use it to deadly efficiency, hence the reason they even named their band “The Ebon Sirens”.
>>17351 Yeah…The Murder Drones universe was already pretty messed up BEFORE the solver got involved.
I mean, why do you think my idea of a Tessa in a world where no apocalypse happened and was therefore raised by James and Louisa is an emotionally volatile asshole who “copes” with her horrible childhood by borderline alcoholism and continuing the cycle of abuse.
>>17331 >Diagnostics revealed apparent damage along the reinforced glass. And along the surface of her visor, if the shoddy feed stained with drips of oil was any indication. >Cracks and leaking black was not a good combination. Less so with the strained observation window. >"D-damn it....w-what the hell was that?" >Glitching in her speech shouted over the periodic blips coming from the panel. >Blip >Blip.... >BLIP. >The unknown presence, large and daunting, skirted the edges of the sensors, but rushed by with such force it rattled the very waters around it.
>Processors began to imagine the worst during a prayer specifying it not to be Selenian sand sharks coming up to migrate. >Yet as quickly as the barrelling force had been detected, it vanished. >Brief relief trickled down her diodes, only to be washed away as the second most urgent problem still needed to be tackled. >Water dripping in. >One hand over the injury and another over the emergency flare shot, she pressed down to launch a bubbling streak of crimson to the surface. >Now all she could do was wait. Hopefully, help would arrive in time.
>Simulations couldn't stop running in her head. >What if she bled out before then? What if the glass didn't hold and she was crushed? What if *whatever* it was came back? >She could feel it. The pulse of her core rising in tandem with the liquid walls closing in. Crushing slowly what little hope there had been. >This was it. She'd terminate there and now, and never see the surface again.
>She shut her LCD eyes, curled up and prepared for the worst possible burial at sea.
>It didn't come. The glass was still holding in silence, bar the stilted sniffling of one worker drone. >One optic opened nervously. Then the other. >Still the evening black of a veritable ocean. Pierced by....a glimpse of teal? >It couldn't be... >Fading into view was lights. >She clambered up to see what it was. And there, floating in that strange emptiness, with its flipper-adapted feet and jagged wings...a drone. >A sentinel drone. She was saved! >The channel opened. >"H-hey! Over here! Worker in distress. Please, you gotta help me! The line, it...." >Upon further observation, something unnerving filled that emptiness around the singular figure.
>Its screen. Dead cold and blank. It didn't even tread weightlessly like so many intoners could. Absolutely limp. >The lights seemed to only increase in brightness as it got closer. >And number. Turning teal to yellow.
>For once, terror was an unquantifiable value in a drone's systems. >Four didn't have enough time to scream as the aqueous titan barrelled forth, its bait receeding above an abominable maw poised to swallow half of the helpless expedition whole. Dragging the remains down to float in the unknown depths.
>>17378 >>17382 You need to be innately powerful to abuse to begin with, and victims selected for abuse are chosen specifically because they are innately weak. It's like the platitude that bullies peak in high school when it's actually a launch pad for them.
>>17383 (me) >>17389 Asking for art and writing reasons, the only true height I've found is for Uzi, and she's about 4'2, with even regular workers being taller than her. So, I'm wondering if regular drones stand about 5'0 or around there, with disassembly drones standing about 5'5-ish?
>>17391 The problem though is the victims are almost always innately weak because the abuse starts when they're children.
People might eventually have the mental or physical potential to grow into powerful men or women, but, at so young an age, there is no strength to defend yourself with.
>>17392 Dunnoe. The posters in the beginning of the prom episode put the missing nominees for prom queen at 4'9 roughly. And of course, those are just the ladies. Assuming the worker drones we at Outpost 3 are all uniform, then they could be about that height or roughly 5'0. As for disassemblers, I think N is canonically between 5'7-5'10 with/without his hat and hair? I think, if memory serves me. (Based on the Glitch Inn leaks).
>>17393 And it's weak children that grow into weak adults that are selected for abuse by the innately powerful, detected by their innate predatory instincts.
>>17395 N is a fucking goliath compared to Uzi then. I'm watching Episode 5 right now and they show drones next to a human. Probably not an accurate representation but it's still something. I'm banking on N being 5'7
>>17399 That's probably the more likely case. I don't think we got a consistent or straight answer from Liam/Glitch prior to the Glitch Inn stuff. I mean, we could glean info and make guesses but...Meh.
Yeah, N is massive compared to Uzi. But he's an absolute manlet still in his DD form compared to humans, had any others been alive. >>17397 Meh. I shat it out in one evening. Could have been better but I wanted to get the 'tism out. Got way more to do.
>>17402 I'll work out what the heights of drones commonly are and then put them onto the sheet I'm creating. You think I should add Sentinel Drones on it for comparison too?
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>>17400 He's going to revive Design as a pseudo-anime with the original voice actors and a soundtrack composed of nightcore versions of all of his old music.
>>17405 I was in the minority who said that should have been the name in the first place seeing as I'd wager a sizeable chunk of the fanbase (or at least a sizeable chunk of the oldfags) came out for Murder Drones because they were already either fans of Vickers's animated shorts or knew him from his creepypasta channel.
>>17343 The ending for this hypothetical idea is kind of what we saw of the Solver war. The Solver's primary host makes its way to Earth, its monsters disabling a lot of humanity's defenses easily because JCJenson (IS) refused to cooperate and kept things in secret until it was too late. There should be parts where we see the company higher ups as well as the CF lab researchers get torn to pieces for their hubris. As mentioned before, there is an intermediary force that would be able to hold their defenses for a time, but general losses for humanity is massive. The Solver's primary host is able to alter the weather, allowing its Disassembly Drones to wreak havoc. Even though it can do this, it does take some toll on its general powers, enough that Uzi and Doll are a threat to its plans. The purpose of NULLification of the exoplanets remains unclear but for now I'm sticking with the proposed theory that the Nulled planets are points on a giant magic circle that once completed, will allow the Solver's true form to break through and consume the universe entirely. But it is also on Earth looking to make sure that humanity hasn't found a way to seal it off yet and get rid of Uzi and Doll. Its primary host is aware of some things on Earth, but shouldn't know everything. The Solver is aware that it had two hosts that it could no longer tap into, realizing humans have managed to find a way to interfere but that should be the extent of what it knows of Earth as the other exoplanets' CF Labs weren't able to achieve the same results as the researchers on Earth before it was too late. Tessa's investigation and occult research up to the finale should yield a potential device like the patch cross but its effect this time is to seal away the Solver for good, if she can land a good hit on the primary host. Tessa herself will not be directly involved in the fight, but Uzi and Doll will do most of the heavy lifting. This is where we get the epic fight stuff. (Of course, it'd be important to have scenes of Doll and Uzi expanding upon their control of their powers alongside Tessa's time being spent on research and investigation BEFORE the finale, they can't just suddenly be good with their powers to the point of presenting a problem for the Solver's primary host.) In between the fighting, there should be scenes showing the rest of humanity putting up a fight against the Solver's monsters. Several locations where people have managed to band together and hold their defenses but there are still casualties. This scenario kind of means the Disassembly Drones' abilities are nerfed somewhat. They're killable with conventional if somewhat futuristic weapons as long as you make sure the core is hit hard, which takes a bit of time for people to get. Think of it like the beginning of Dead Space where the devs implemented other people saying should shoot the limbs to Isaac. People don't immediately figure out where the DD's weak point is but in the ensuing firefight, they take notice of drones that get hit hard in the chest stay down and they start to communicate this information to others. In the end, Uzi and Doll manage to wear out the primary host and distract it long enough for Tessa to hit it with a sealing piece to drive its influence off of the universe. This is just some ideas, you can probably sprinkle in a few character deaths before Tessa finally lands the hit. I'm too tired to note where to place character deaths that serve as a highlight of the Solver's ruthlessness. Maybe the ragtag team that Tessa managed to bond with before the finale. Up to your imagination
>>17409 Sir you can't get more detailed for ball joints and flat, smooth torsos. Calm thyself, pitfag. >>17408 Guess I'm sort of similar. Though not to that degree. Details are important but you can often miss the big picture. Keep that in mind.
>>17376 Im not really inclined to believe you given your use of the term "neurotic pussy" Could you also pull up like a peer reviewed study from a credible source
My fellow Lords (and ladies) I, Archduke Anon of the Empire, have come to deliver a message of possible dire import. If you are in happenstance need of mercenaries against the dire solverite horde, whatever thou shalt do, if you see this soldier of fortune (Court painter depiction attached), DO NOT HIRE HER BAND. This mercenary has cause my capital county more trouble than I care to account. But I shall summarize their misdeeds. >Plundering the local brewery >Harassing the peasants with esoteric lore >Challenging my retainers to multiple duels (all of which she lost) >Completely botching the siege of an overrun castle >And last but not least completely ruining my feast when she barged in uninvited drunk I hope you take this warning with its dire implications, Your demesne may thank me!
>>17425 Dear Archduke Anon of the Empire The Khaganate of The East will not take this slander of one of my finest sellswords in my lands. If you wish to settle these matters in person I shall formally extend an invitation to my brewery where we shall have a drinking competition for her honor
>>17358>>17359>>17360>>17361>>17364>>17365>>17366>>17367>>17368>>17369>>17370>>17371 >>17373 Friend, this is a wonderful piece! I had fun reading it, as soon as the action started I pretty much knew who was behind this, I very well remember Megumin, but I thought she had a different personality, but this is written very well, I could easily imagine all of this thanks to the descriptions you gave, it's impressive that you decided for them to get pommeled pretty hard, and you made it somewhat realistic that they could lose, since they were caught by surprise and use fear for them to not be at the best of their abilities, also the drawings are nice. Good work Friend!
>>17402 > I don't think we got a consistent or straight answer from Liam/Glitch prior to the Glitch Inn stuff Lead tech artist said a height, but can't find it, someone posted the image in one of these threads
>>17435 Do you guys honestly think people are going to populate the Cliffside threads over the ongoing Murder Drone threads, the only time this should happen is if he makes something new in like a decade
>>17437 Again that wont be for another good couple of years, theres no reason to rush renaming this place until that comes when 99.99% of threads and discussion will be about Murder Drones
>>17441 You expected me to buy anything else after I bought a J plush, got it with no head, and when I asked customer support you personally replied saying "hongry :)"?
>>14224 Finally got to it, irl took a lot of time. It's only a sketch yet, but the proportions are mostly right already, so the worst parts is trough, don't knoe when it will be done The small on the right was the first sketch to see if the position works, figured tge big one looks empty still so why not shoe it toi?
>>17460 >down in the deepest ruin (your old matress) lies a lone oogi >and she is digging a hole >diggy diggy hole >diggy diggy- and she hit a gas pipe and blew up the house
>>17460 >Jane did a funny thing >Y was there without her squad for some reason >John was vored by Eye >E was kicked to death by Mangoes >Goldfish rained from the sky >Beretta became Canon >Blondi got featured in a greentext
>>17463 >Oogis ended up building a Death Star >Jo was discovered to not be dead this whole time >TherapyAnon was discovered to be dead thid whole time >Hope lost hope >Buckety gave up trying to be anything more than a joke and left the Outpost to live as a hermit in the mountains >T was rebooted >Aoi & Haruka got sued >Anon gave up on his dreams >Uzi blow her brains out after discovering her fanbase 99 percent comprised of humans >N was ripped apart by legions of vicious Femanons, while he shouted, "CHOCK ON THEM!"
>>17460 >Anon arrives from out of the blue to help fight the Solver with a backup patch! >Cyn retaliates by yelling his fantasies for all to hear >"I want to be sandwiched between a horny N and Uzi." >"I want V to drink my blood until I can barely stand, then hold me tight as I fall asleep." >"I want to be J's 'valued asset' that she lovingly cares for." >"Hatesex with Lizzy. Thad crossdressing as 'Thalia' to go on dates with me." >Everyone slowly surrounds Anon, who's trying to explain, before he's pushed over and everyone starts kicking him >The episode proceeds as normal from here on out, except now and then you see Anon curled up on the ground, writhing in pain
>>17460 >Y is parcially buried beneath the snow, along with the rest of her squad, overlooking the nearby Worker Colony >With a vigorous kick she sends Theta flying from their snowy encampment >She looks ridiculous, wearing a very poorly crafted 'Space Suit' stolen from a ruined costume store >After much insulting and Peer pressuring from Y she finally hobbles up to the giant doors >Pressing the intercom button and reading her prerecording script to the workers inside >Then a brick falls and everyone dies The end
>>17460 >Be Mitchell >Be a father to a drone and a husband to a Russian drone >Love my family >Get a visit from my cousin Tessa, who I love as my sister >Wrestle with crocodiles sometimes >And snack on scorpions sometime >Life is good
I wonder, if my mind weren't so consumed with toasterfucking, would I be able to write better stories, ones that don't get pushed toward HODR territory? Or would I not have enough of a drive to create them?
>>17487 >NTA Human on Drone Resources. The most popular version of it is just an Office AU where The Solver decided to take control of JCJenson and control humanity by forcing them into relationships with Drones or atleast that's my understanding
>>17490 I've yet to write a story here that isn't a human blank slate interacting with drones, and very few of those don't have a romantic bent to them. I honestly kind of hate it, it feels like the greentext equivalent of public masturbation. >>17483 I present the writefag's internal monologue.
>>17505 >Aggressive, she berates you for doing things wrong >At one point she starts crying >If you stop to comfort her she'll get angry again >You're basically supposed to be an emotionless fucking machine that somehow wrings a shred of joy out of her pickled brain
>>17508 Born from a lost colony ship stranded in an energy-rich nebula, Homo anonymous ("Anons") adapted to their unique circumstances, turning to virtual worlds to compensate for their meager surroundings. Stations were constructed, powered by the nebula's energy, and nearby asteroid fields were mined for resources. The Anonymous collective did away with most of the trappings of individuality, reserving any names past "Anon" as job titles. Only rarely do those truly outstanding members of the collective gain a true name. Naming oneself without good cause is considered a grievous offense known as tripfagging, though they do not seem to mind non-Anons having proper names.
Fitness was a luxury in Chan space, leading to a genetic project that saw nearly every member of the ship's crew hybridized with a curious algae that had congealed upon certain ship systems. It formed a symbiotic relationship, allowing for a baseline of fitness to be maintained even with a fully sedentary lifestyle, improved healing, strong immune systems and resistance to toxins and radiations. Also resulting from this was the "healthy green glow" that members of the species now possess, and the elimination of most facial features. They are capable of very minor photosynthesis to lower their caloric requirements and boost energy levels, but excessive UV light can lead to "GAL-O syndrome", a darkening of their algae-infused skin which makes them appear near-identical to Homo umbra. Mental illness is not a product of this hybridization, but instead the curious and terrible culture that Homo anonymous are raised in. Inbreeding is also a known concern due to low genetic variance, the worst of its effects mitigated via genetic engineering, but still leading to mental illness. Depression is the most common symptom, with Anons believed to have a 93% rate of chronic depression, and these issues lead to a staggeringly high suicide rate of 72% across the nebula.
Anon sexual reproduction is curious, to say the least. The race is near-sterile, requiring special genetic engineering and artificial insemination equipment to bear fruit. This seems to be an accepted adaptation, as the equipment used is also capable of avoiding the worst effects of the aforementioned inbreeding. As such, sex is treated as a recreational activity that is quite out of reach for most of the species. Indeed, Anons seem unattracted to their own kind, but their sex drive is no less diminished, leading to excessive xenophilic and robophilic tendencies.
The colony ship that Anons originate from was not equipped with JCJ fabrication equipment or licenses, and thus Worker Drones were unknown to the species aside from old records. As a result, Anons are quite friendly to drones, finding their simplified features endearing (and attractive) and their personalities or lack thereof refreshing. The last known drone within the nebula was a Disassembly Drone, whose arrival led to the destruction of the Booru, the largest knowledge repository in the nebula, and the race's subsequent scattering across the stars. This is not a well-known fact, and many Anons believe the Booru simply "shut down".
>>17526 I imagine 80% of them were wiped because they worshipped the solver and got themselves vored by the solver, and the smarter run who Don't have any interest of the solver survive and run away
>>17460 >V was flying, yes, flying without any visible means of propulsion or thrust, and with obviously inadequate lift. >But then again, it would hardly be the most impossible thing that had happened to her this past - how long had it been? why weren't any of her redundant chronometers working?. >She couldn't have her dreary domestic life, or her worker drone body, or her friends, or even an uncorrupted mind. >The least she could have was a functional sense of time. But even that was apparently too much. >"Cyn! Why did you break my clock!? How does that possibly help you!?" V screamed at the minute figure on the ground far below her. >The answer was less heard than broadcasted inside V's head-case. >"Your clock is not broken, Big Sister [V]". It is time here that is broken. If that is fixed, your clock will be as well. " >Something in V snapped. >The situation was absurd beyond recovery, beyond what she could or should bear. >If Cyn or whatever that really was wanted a doll, it could find someone else. A suck-up like J, perhaps. >V just wanted to end this nightmare. >V wasn't used to the wings, and couldn't reliably turn them off, but she knew how to deploy her blade-arms. >Two slashes and V was in freefall. >"N, I'm sorry we can't go out together" she said, ashamed to abandon him like this, but sure that even he would make the same choice if given the chance. >Impact. Total system failure. Existence ceased. >[Restoring From Backup] >[Restoration Completed] >"Oh that was silly of you, V. I give you 10 points for the fall, but 6 for not sticking the landing. Amused clap. Clearly you need more practice. Let's [lock] some functionality until you accept your fate." >V couldn't even scream.
>>17230 >It's been several minutes since you first told Elf about the hole in her visor. >It's been several minutes since she started *clawing* at the wound only to then realize that would only make it worse. >It's been several minutes since you started chasing her around the beach---both of you stuck in half-limps from the devastation of the plane crash. >"Why!?" You call out. "Just sit still and I can help!" >She doesn't even turn around to look at you before running straight into the jungle ahead. >"Hells. . ." You mumble to yourself, gathering your fortitude (physical and mental at this point) before charging straight through the foliage she'd gone through. >As you pass through the initial brushes and low-hanging canopies of fallen trees, you wonder if this chase is even worth it. Though you might be stranded on the island now, working as *two* would be better than trying to survive as one, right? >Even if said two were a cyclopian, maybe-retarded bounty hunter and a seemingly anti-social worker drone. >You brave the final bunches of leaves, and, the moment you do, you get knocked to the ground. It feels like a bomb was detonated right against your forehead, and, you swear that if you just got a piece of your skull broken that you'd sooner drown yourself in the ocean's brine than try surviving the island with severe brain damage. >"Th-!" You try to gurgle as you're straddled by something so dense that you fail to budge even an inch. >For now at least, while you're still recovering. >"Why can't *you* leave me alone!?" She says. >Ah, you get it now. You get it a little less though once she knocks the wind out of you. >"Wait. . .!" You barely scrunch out. >You're glad that the blue-eyed drone doesn't seem to know much about fighting. A quick shove to the chest and she loses balance. A quick kick off your knees and she's sent to the floor, though, she's completely uninjured from anything you do. You suppose that's a side effect of you effectively trying to hit a solid block of metal. >You finally regain your breath now that the worker's off of you. Stumbling back to your feet, you take a boxer's stance, instinctively shifting your feet. >"C'mon. . ." You grumble through your gravelly, knocked-out voice. "*Don't* try anything, you understand?" >The worker is silent. She stares at you, her blue eyes fidgeting in anxiety yet not quite going hollow in complete fear yet. >Seconds pass. >Those seconds turn to minutes. >The soothing chirps and vague sounds of uncorrupted nature echoing through the jungle's interior unknowingly causes you to let your guard down more and more. >More minutes pass with you two stuck in your standoff. >Eventually, you drop your arms. Everything in your body is too sore to even *think* about trying to fight this drone. >Speaking of, she drops to her knees, hands covering her cracked visor. >"Why. . .?" She utters in a cracked voice. "Why is this happening to *me*?" >Sniffles turn to sobs, and, though you'd spent your whole life perfecting the art of hunting down, bootlooping, and returning her kind to surely injurious fates, you can't help but feel. . . compassion? >"Listen to me, and I mean it. *Listen*," you say, using up the last bit of extra energy you had to put more oomph into your voice. >The drone stills for several seconds. Then, she hesitantly lowers her hands and raises her face, meeting your gaze with what you can only describe is a mixture of cold terror and burning scorn. >"Just. . ." You sigh. Your breathing's getting heavy again. "You don't want to die, do you? You had---*have*---somewhere to be." >"I do. . ." The drone sniffles out, slowly standing back up once she realizes that the dirt beneath her is moist and that sitting on it too long might dirty her office clothing. >"Two idiots surviving have better odds than one, don't you agree? I have the experience to vet it." >The drone silently looked at you, nodding slowly. >Good! That was progress! You'd gone from her trying to murder you to at least *pretending* like she wanted to help the both of you make it out of this island alive. >"Then how's 'bout we set some. . . 'rules', and then?" >"Then?" She asked you for the first time, curiosity and a desire to get the hell out of here outweighing any timidness or fear in her mind. >"Then, I help you, and you help me. With the injuries we got 'course. So, what do you say?" >What feels like a minute passes before the drone steps towards you and holds her hand out. Surprisingly, it looks as if she's shaken plenty of times before from how well-balanced and professional she's going through with it. >"Perfect," you say, establishing your newfound survivalship with a firm (if not hand-shattering) handshake.
>>17429 Hello again, Smilefriend. >I very well remember Megumin, but I thought she had a different personality See, I wanted to be a lot more subtle with her pants pissing fear under her out of nowhere bravado without outright spelling it, she's still a scaredy mouse, but since this is a group effort they under no circumstances are allowed to fail, she had to put more of a show. She still detests DDs, so her smirking after shooting El might've not entirely been a fake mask.
>>17483 Can't draw at all. Best I can do is self-loath and continue to writefag horribly. >>17543 Be careful what you wish for. You won't get it because you're wishing for it
>>17565 Uzi was showing signs of advanced possession at that point. Plus sentinels are a near auto-counter to drones anyway. A gun wouldn't do much for her.
>>17567 >Plus sentinels are a near auto-counter to drones anyway. A gun wouldn't do much for her. All she has to do is pull her beanie over her face, then spray and pray
How did N manage to miss Beau completely? He was still lying there when he opened fire and even once he began crawling around N still had more than a second to hit, how did he mess up that bad?
>>17598 Emily The Autistic Anthrophile Drone™ is a wholly-owned intellectual property of Murder Drones Threads LLC and all instances of it are therefore legally the property of MDT LLC.
>>17615 really? i can just download a drawing off twitter or reddit, post it here, and now it's perfectly fine to go into the booru? it doesnt seem right. the whole point of the booru is a collection of stuff made in these threads/previous /co/ threads
>>17629 >NTA Obviously the answer is to stitch the two pictures together and upload it like that. The rest of the Emily pictures have no reason to be uploaded since they're off-site and not thread creations
>>17625 >>17628 The problem with having the wualifier be explicitly & exclusively thread creations is that a number of already uploaded posts belonging to our resident drawfags are themselves either crosspost art or come straight from their Twitter pages
>>17639 Also no one has time to ask for source on every single piece of artwork that looks like a familiar style but you're not sure if it's a local drawfag or not
>>17639 The Booru states: >Please keep all posts related to Murder Drones, pertaining to the board culture as much as possible. >Outside content is not alright, unless it is applicable. In the case of a drawfag posting stuff on their Twitter, it still counts as board culture due to them being a regular here. The images in question here were posted on Reddit a week ago, and then reposted here today. So I don't think it's a drawfag from here.
>>17639 I think the dronebooru shouldn't be treated like gelbooru or danbooru. It's not to catalog art/stories across the Internet, its initial purpose is for thread stuff. If the art/story/character has its roots in the threads on /co/ prime, /trash/ or plus, then it's fine. If we go back to the Emily doodles above though, well, I think it depends on if the artist actually comes around here or /co/ prime. It's hard to contain stuff like humanphile Emily. Like the invention of smokeless powder, France tried to contain the knowledge but it's a hopeless task. Besides, we know thread stuff gets posted there on occasion. If they don't or haven't participated in the threads before, I'd pass on it. Just my thought, for what it's worth.
>>17644 That's the problem of anonymity. Unless the artist is signing their pieces with a handle from somewhere else no one knows if they're talking to the drawfag or just to some guy reposting something he found.
>>17643 >The images in question here were posted on Reddit a week ago, and then reposted here today. I see. I was initially under the impression that they were being cross posted simultaneously by the original artist rather than a completely unrelated repost
>>17645 The Drawfag can easily prove it's them by simply saying they're reposting or drawing a new quick image to reply. However it's 100 percent just someone reposting due to the deafening silence and the amount of posts
>Fun Early Morning Murder Drones Thread Facts: Some brave Drawfriend was the first and only to make NSFW of a Sentinel Raptor many months ago, however the art itself has become lost media due to the catbox file expiring a few hours after, it has not been seen since
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>It's the Post-Canon Good Ending >N comes home after a long day at work >He hears what sounds like whispered arguing coming from the bedroom >The commotion ceases just as he starts opening the door >He sees >>17533 waiting for him on the bed How does N handle this situation?
>>17460 Might as well work out a sequel to the JCJensonland greens I posted in May. It is weird how you can suddenly have more ideas for a story you wrote months ago.
>The next day a group of drones from a different outpost was visiting the park as a day out for their outpost. >“C’mon Daht” Izu said. “You don’t have to keep me company here the entire day, go have some fun with the others.” >“Nonsense.” Daht said. “We aren’t going to leave you just by yourself here. Besides, I already got to have fun at the rides earlier today when Yzzil and Llod were with you.” >The rides… Izu’s short stature meant that she didn’t meet the height requirements for any of them. >The requirements were obviously there for good reasons because the safety harnesses wouldn’t fit properly otherwise, but still.... >“Dad even had the foresight to make a booster seat so that I would be able to go on all the rides.” Izu said somberly. >“While I appreciate that he went to all that trouble for me, I unfortunately have to acknowledge that his specialty is fighting not engineering.” She continued as she looked over to the broken booster seat Nahk had made for her. >“But still, I am nevertheless happy that everybody else is having a good time.” Izu continued. >“Got something for you.” >Izu looked up she saw M approaching, carrying something bulky. >“I found this thing when digging through the garbage container looking for drone corpses.” M said. >“It smells of teenage angst and daddy issues but I think it might help stop your belly-aching.” >Looking at what M was holding Izu saw that it was a dark purple bulky booster seat that had “For the greatest daughter” crudely written on it. >“You found this in the trash?” Izu asked. “It looks brand new.” >“Do you want it or not?” M said, slightly irritably. >“With a properly functioning booster seat, you can actually get on the rides yourself instead of sitting around here watching everybody else go.” >“OF COURSE I DO! You are the greatest M!!” IZU shouted excitedly while snatching the seat from M’s hands. >“You’re damn right I am.” M said smugly >“ALL RIGHT PEOPLE!!” Izu continued. “Time to turn this great day into an even better day, last one at the rollercoaster has to treat the others to oil shakes!” >M and Daht looked on as Izu stormed off to the rollercoaster. >“You know M.” Daht started. “You always act like a big scary tough guy but definitely have got a soft spot for Izu don’t y- >“They’ll never find your body.” >“Right…….”
>>17709 he's actually standing next to her And to answer your question, Horizon Talon Merc, it's that Trepang2 X MD crossover drawing I was talking about (well one of the many I have in mind)
>>17713 You know it's not, and look, it's not wrong to like men, they are some pretty cute ones out there, like Thad, and cute women, like his sibiling Thalila
>>17738 I assumed they were more like thunder warriors, but more elegantly put together because big E didn’t have to built these ones in his Himalayan apocalypse basement
>>17003 Do you guys think there will be any more OC confirmation events like 7? im still not over the Solver war actually ending up being a thing as it was described in the threads
Soo... I already plan on ordering the final acrylic stand, waiting for it to arrive and then killing myself and getting my corpse mummified and buried alongside the Murder Drones Shrine™ and my V body pillow. What post finale cope plans do you have anons ?
>>17803 Dunnoe. Life as usual I guess. Though I will miss these threads if everyone scurries off to the Circusfags thread. Maybe if I get my hair sorted out I can finally wear the N hat with confidence. And without fear of a femanon tracking me down and forcing me to RP as N
>>17808 >"Beretta, you're spewing again" >Quickly wiping off the red slop leaking from the recently added extremities forced the grouping of eyes to squint to avoid being poked by the tissue. >"Sorry. I can't help it."
>>17812 I would move to Australia and perform a series of terrorist attacks targeting a certain animation studio OR piss and shit myself on anonymous image board forums and finish that E fanfic I started when episode 7 came out
>>17812 I'd think back to when I first started getting interested in the show and that little voice in the back of my head kept whispering >You're going to get burned >Nothing ever has a satisfying conclusion anymore >This is going to end not with a bang, but with a wet fart, and you'll have wasted your time once again and then say "dammit, he was right" and then drink a whole box of wine.
>>17746 The Solver War being canon could be safely inferred from what was already implied in the show itself, before even getting to certain direct visual tributes that make MatPat's completely media illiterate claim that Cyn was a Nazi even more hilarious if you know.
>>17803 >post finale cope plans Only thing I know is that I will stay here and keep drawing Alice at an inconsistent (probably slow) rate. Also plan on eventually being able to animate things myself, but it's a long way until then, talking 3-5 years seeing my skills now. That's all I can say for sure, I hope the finale doesn't change a thing about Alice as is, I am not gonna kms or give up if she doesn't make it, but it's way better knowing she's still around, even if likely unintended to be so, I know absolutely 100% that Alice is still alive right now, having that gone will be hard. Nothing I can change about this tho, I wanna and will peservere with the Alice things no matter what happens in 8
>>16988 It just occurred to me that a psychological horror game about playing as a Worker Drone even before the Solver shows up could absolutely work, and then the Disassembly Drones arrive halfway through like the Flood in Halo: Combat Evolved and there's a secret ending where you prove so interesting that the Solver turns you into one.
>>17829 o7 Same, guess we are (technically, V can show up again, Alice not so much, but it still counts) in the same situation. Hope V makes it through, I didn't expect her to be in danger again, but given the core scene with Cynwalker and an anon mentioning the scenario of them bringing her back just to kill her again shows something else. Good luck for 8, I hope no one dies since I wouldn't wish it on anyone, but someone is absolutely going to die
>>17760 Reminds me of that giant DD OC that was posted a while back in the trash threads >Standing a little over 9 meters tall, Britain was watched over by the giant disassembly drone that defends the country and its people from the threat of the Solver. >Unlike her counterparts, Queen E(verly) is completely mute, choosing instead to let her actions speak for her. >Has a soft spot for her country and the residents, they take priority if their safety is ever compromised, she will not take kindly to any form of threat to them. >She’s the same if ever bunched up with her fellow Es, even if she is a little tough with the Solver infected ones. >Regarded as the Queen of Mankind for allowing Britain to be the last bastion of safety for humanity.
>>17841 Well I'm not gonna be that mad if they kill V again, as long as its not due to some utter bullshit, like her not getting in the fucking elevator after cutting the cord >BUT THE TECHNO RAPTORS WOULD HAVE GONE AFTER THEM Shut up no + even if, the raptors would have come from one direction and they could just magdump the technoscalies
>>17852 Yeah, but it’s based off of Ozen from Made in Abyss, it would be more neat if the giant drone girl concept was more closer to the threads and MD overall.
>>17850 Ah, you must be the miseryfag. I should probably do more drones suffering physical/mental anguish. Makes a change from the usual trash I put out. Granted whatever comes out is usually because I was thinking of something else that evening. Cryoshell is an ear worm.
>>17846 “E of the People” is what I’ll probably name this DLC bundle of Es. >Queen E(verly), Candy Drone E(va), and Mascot E (Barra is the suit wearer’s name)
>>17455 Thanks friend, about her playing, mmm, I have have got no clue, to be honest. I overzhink such things, I just cannot answer it, there is a good reason I do not write
>>17858 Sorry for the nickname. I just recall one writefag being really into morbid/torture-porny lit and greentexts. Probably mistaken you for them but oh well. No harm done. I'll get on the anguish side a things in no time.
>>17867 >Sorry for the nickname. I just recall one writefag being really into morbid/torture-porny lit and greentexts. You're probably referring to me. >I'll get on the anguish side a things in no time. Excellent.
>>17803 Here's what I've got as far as plans go >Help definitively "complete" the booru >Continue making autistic canon-compliant worldbuilding 'Stuff' based on whatever happens in the finale >Finish my unfinished business/greentexts
>>17856 Pretty sure that's the "Hail Anton" anon. I have no clue who Anton is or why I should be praising him. But he keeps reposting my greens, so I'm not complaining.
>>17884 >>17883 >And so with a loud sickening squelch and the plap of ass cheeks >The Solver had been defeated for good >Who knew that you could so easily contain an Evil God inside the anus of a sweaty, obese, Anon with swamp ass
>>17882 >N is hugging a human in a warzone Angel, angel, what have I done >The human's head falls off I've faced the quakes, the wind, the fire >Shocked, N looks around him I've conquered country, crown and throne >Carnage, death and mayhem Why can't I cross this river? >V and J descent upon another helpless human It takes a lot more than words and guns >They tear at their prey, eating it alive A whole lot more than riches and muscle >Swarms of DDs act in the same manner across the planet The hands of the many must join as one >A large tentacle swats shuttles out of the sky And together we'll cross the river >The shuttles crash onto the streets Nature, nurture, heaven and home >Writhing silver pours out of the shuttles. Sentinels It takes a lot more than words and guns >The violent tide of Sentinels seems to wash over the ruins Sum of all, and by them driven >It descends upon the DDs and washes them away A whole lot more than riches and muscle >An enormous construct of flesh and metallic infrastructure smashes the Sentinels with it's many tentacles To conquer every mountain shown >"They are going to need a bigger dinosaur." the localized instance of the Solver muses to itself The hands of the many must join as one >A giant warrior of jagged steel lumbers forward And together we'll cross the river >His panels click, clank and rearrange Nature, nurture, heaven and home >His form changes And together we'll cross the river >He transforms into a bigger dinosaur And together we'll cross the river >He runs, with a stride that shakes the earth, crushing DDs underfoot or incinerating them with his purgatory breath And together we'll cross the river >The Solver construct raises it's tentacles to shield itself and the S-Rex smashes into it, biting them And together we'll cross the river
Cringe ahead, a crazy maniac fighting disassembly drones. >The end of the world arrived, and angels of death rain toward the planet >A sun of blackness is in the sky, taking away the beautiful light and replacing it with a sickening color >Gunshots are heard everywhere in the streets, helicopters shooting everything that moves, only to fall with a single strike of those demons >Cities being bombed to less than dust just to try to stop the death angels >And this is the best situation for one maniac
>The one who calls himself the Knight of the end of the world >A man who is as fit as he is autistic >Smiling seeing the end of the world falling onto the realm of the human species, the Knight goes for his armor >And once he is fully suited, he downs some pills, painkillers, caffeine pills, and some others to be at his best capabilities >He takes something else and stores it in his bag, firmly tied to his hip so it doesn't leave himself, as well as a modified flashbang if he needs to blind the enemy >He takes his wireless earbuds to listen to something while he fights >And then, he takes his highland claymore, ready to use it until the end
>He kicks open his front door to see how one of those angels eating the body of someone >With the noise of the kick, the angel looks at the Knight with its X eye, smiling seeing another prey >The Knight prepares his blade, assuming the Ochs's guard, ready to strike >The angel prepares its claws, not seeing the Knight as a danger the angel runs towards him, and pounces >The Knight does a quick sidestep and with precision lunges, stabbing the angel right in the visor >The angel screams in pain, and the Knight just kicks it, taking his blade out of the angel's head, and with a big swing decapitates it >Having bionic enhancements really does wonders in this situation >Looking at the creature the Knight says "Thou are no Angels, thou are just mechanical animals"
>Then one more of those angels arrives, falling behind him "Now you fucked up!" The Knight didn't know the angels could speak, but that doesn't matter in the end >"I'm going to-!" The angel is quickly interrupted when the Knight jumps to attack, quickly getting its claws out to stop the Knight's attack >Thinking fast, the Knight grabbed the head of the angel and headbutted it, cracking its screen "YOU FUCKER!" The angel screamed >The Knight about to do another big swing quickly changed position seeing something about to hit him, putting the blade in front of him >And just at that moment something flying hit him at full force sending him flying back >He tried to maintain balance, but he was unable to, his foot slid on the floor before falling on his back >"You okay?" "Yeah, just caught me by surprise" The angels talked >Not losing any time, and seeing how things would go, the Knight took something out of his bag, amphetamines, raised his helmet and swallowed some pills >Then he stood up to see the two angels looking at him prepared to attack, so he took the nebenhut guard thinking one would go first and then the other
>>17893 >And one runs towards him while the other follows, the first with its claws out tries to swing, the Knight steps back and hits the claws up >With its blade up the Knight lunges at the other angel that was closing in, stabbing it in the shoulder, then he kicked the first one to send it away >The kick left him open and because of that the second angel, while stabbed, swung at the Knight, cutting the plate armor around the abdomen >The Knight noticing this punched him right on the screen breaking it, he quickly pulled the sword and cut him in half right in the abdomen >"Thou creature should be proud of thyself, you fared to hurt me" While the Knight was doing his one-liner the angel's friend went on the attack again >The Knight protected itself but with that, the angel swung up, making the Knight's claymore fly away >Without losing time the Knight puts his hands up, elbows down, for the amusement of the angel "HAHA! I recognize your fight spirit, but you are dead now" >The Knight quickly threw a punch which the angel barely dodged by going backward, but the Knight followed throwing punch after punch, which the angel barely dodged >Tired of this nonsense the angel ducked down and stabbed the Knight in the abdomen with its claws, just to receive an elbow to the face "AAAGH" the angel screamed >The Knight kicked the angel's legs making it fall to the floor, then grabbed one of its arms down and started pummeling the angel's head until it stopped moving
>Once that was done, he retrieved his sword, he noticed he was heavily bleeding, probably he wouldn't last like this for too much time >And while thinking this an angel fell from the sky, the Knight looked back to see it with a sword instead of claws >The Knight went with an Alber guard, the angel ran towards him, and the Knight was prepared to do a quick swing and kill him >And when the angel lunged, the Knight moved to the side and swung up, just for the angel to grab the sword, the Knight did not expect >The Angel pushed the sword to grab the Knight by the collar of the armor and threw him toward a light pole >The Knight flew for a few seconds before hitting the pole with his back, and then falling to the floor >"Thou are no normal animal, this will be fun" The Knight stood up, and ran towards the Angel >The Angel prepared to receive a swing, and the Knight when he was close enough went for a stab, the Angel moved to the side to try to stab him as well >The Knight threw a quick punch into the Angel, but that didn't work, he instead received a stab from the Angel, right in the chest >And then Angel was grabbed by the head and received a knee in the face, he quickly pushed the Knight and stepped back >The Knight fell on his knees for a second coughing blood, but he stood once again "You fucker, why do you like attacking the screen?!"
>The Knight was ready to continue, but soon he noticed how bad the situation was going to be when he saw the first one he killed rise up again >"That took you a while, help me with sir Lancelot here" "No problem" This was not going in the Knight's favor >And soon the other two started to raise up again, one went for the attack and the Knight was able to deflect it, but another cut his sides with its claws >The Knight went for the swing but one of the angels protected its partner, stopping the knight's attack >The Knight quickly punched the defender in the chest sending him a few meters away, but one took the opportunity to stab him in the legs >The Knight quickly answered sweeping the Angel's legs and sending him to the floor, the Knight was about to stomp the angel's head >One angel flew at high speeds tackling the Knight and sending him flying toward the wall of a house >He could feel something breaking, and it was not exactly the wall, he stood up again, just to see how the angels were cornering him >He wanted to die fighting, but hasn't killed a single one, not wanting to die without bringing someone with him, he took the easy way out
>"Until we see again, animals" The Knight quickly pulled his flashbang out, pulled the pin, and threw it to then close his eyes >The fuze was short, and when he heard the explosion he threw himself into the house from a window he saw some seconds ago >This was cowardly, but he wanted to die taking someone out, so he started to run, to live another day.
Remember how we used to do those " Thread OCs at [blank]" prompts?". Well here's one Just because I don't know if we'll every organically get a chance to do it. >Thread OCs On Halloween
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>>17895 Well, this sounds like a fun thought, Friend. >SD-CH She will probably be at a party with his coworkers, drinking heavily and eating more beef or pork than candy, a good asado is better for her than sweet stuff. She will probably drink until her body can't move and blackout, she is not much for parties, but she loves drinking with her friends! >SD-LL She would probably see that SD-CH doesn't do anything stupid, she will not make her work on this day; she will drink with her a little but not until the blackout point, she maybe will go and buy some candy, she would like to try new stuff, since she drank and liked alcohol, something she wouldn't expect to be good, so she would try to see if candy is good too. She would celebrate with SD-CH and have some fun, but probably just with her, and she would stay away from anyone else.
>>17895 >Halloween in the JCJ corporate offices is celebrated by having the drones do trick or treat within the various departments of the massive building >The drones all dress up in costumes and go around with buckets >Elf's costume is of course an elf >Elf arrives at a cubicle and asks the dreaded question: "trick or treat" >But all she ever receives are tricks, never treats
>>17895 >T drank from the goblet before him, as he sat down at the banquet hall >All around him, were his friends and family, partaking of the roast pig while dressed as all manner of Ghoul's and Goblin's >Of course a part of T knew that this was a dream he would soon awaken from and when he did, he would be all alone again >Yet despite this he enjoyed the illusion as long as he could >Doing things that he wished he could've done with his family before that fateful day where it was all taken from him >He took the Mistress Trick or Treating, something that her parents never allowed her to do in the real world >For once he got see a smile without any fear behind it, even if it was fake >In a perfect world her wrists were not sore from chains >In a perfect world she got to grow up
>>17895 >Even somewhere as far away and as dead as Ox-12, Halloween endures >It helps that Spirit Halloween seems to be an everpresent phenomenon, cropping up around that time in any abandoned buildings it can justify manifesting in >AC dresses up as a pretty-boy vampire, he's new to Halloween and went for the most obvious thing >You (as in Truckeranon) have to be coerced into dressing up, but finally give in >You dress as a good hunter, in a heavy longcoat and a fine hat, looking as if you came out of a Victorian nightmare >You're quite proud of it, but it gets a bit ruined when AC starts asking if you're going to "stake him", batting his digital eyes seductively as he leans into you, unbuttoning your coat >"Gross. And weird," CD says, her voice altered to fit her costume >She wore a maid uniform and a change of hair, and now she sounded all weird and robotic >You didn't get the reference >"I will... ignore, this universe. There are too many of, YOU people here. Gagging." >CD's visor goes blank and she ragdolls, picking herself back up and rubbing her head >"Ugh, my drivers- why am I dressed up like a maid?" she asks >The doorbell rings, and the three of you take turns passing candy out to kids and teenagers, oil candies out to drones, and you're pretty sure there was an actual skeleton asking for a glass of milk >It was a fun night, all things considered
I accidentally posted this in a dead main thread so im going to repost here
Do you think U-U was really mild and sweet at the gala and Cyn bullied them >U-U doing their chores on time and being generally pleasant >”HEY FAGGOTS” >U-U cower for a second holding each other in fear >”DUMB ASS BITCHES” >”G- GO AWAY CYN YOU YOU JERK” they said in Univision but accidentally >”..sorry”
>one is about to sperg and call James a faggot cock sucker >the other has to quickly cover their twins mouth >this causes them to also be about to sperg out and call James a motherfucking son of a bitch >now they’re both sweating and covering each others mouth so they don’t get a fork in the eyes
I awoke from my slumber today with vivid recollections of a dream, I do not know if it concerns you but I shall share what I remember so it may serve as an omen . I was watching the show but it was different, 2D, the lines were a bit crude and it was barely coloured. Uzi, N, V and J were fighting solver goons: a swarm of naked N's with red screens, they were dogpiling Uzi and V and hugging them so they stay in place I guess? J was getting pissy at real N because of that and tried to say something, when she opened her mouth to speak I heard rumbling and saw no more, then I woke. Anyways why is this Fudge's fault and how can I get him to stop doing this to me ?
>>17856 This makes me want to make a miserygreen, only, it has a bittersweet ending this time (it will be another excuse for me to write in more human OCs).
>>17936 >a swarm of naked N's with red screens, they were dogpiling Uzi and V and hugging Oh no, how terrible I sure hope there isn't an army of nude N clones that hug people in the show, haha, because then it might get fanart Anyway, they'll probably have a greentext request you can fulfill to stop having gay N dronepiles beamed into your brain?
I didn't like that episode in season 2 where Beretta overblew the episode's budget and had to start washing cars in order to get enough money to finish the episode.
>>17943 Idk, I suppose because all humans in MD are dead or suffered greatly, people can more easily write any remaining humans or humans in general miserable and it be entertaining.
>>17945 True. I also enjoy writing Humans alongside Drones so they can share in the misery with each other.
That, and, hopefully eek out some semblance of companionship and find a little warmth at the end of the cold, uncaring universe.
Also why I want to write more greens with Jack the BH more. I don't want to delve into too much muddy misery out of fear of it just being too much, and he's a decently lighthearted guy.
>>17895 >It’s Halloween, and Izz and N-11X110110 are going trick-or-treating as Isabelle and K.K. Slider >Izz is short enough that no one suspects a thing, just a kid taking their drone along to trick-or-treat, right? >N actually dedicated time in the weeks leading up, to learning to play some songs on the guitar, so he could play music just like the real K.K. Slider on Halloween night - and he did! Someone even offered him a tip, to which he quoted the character, “Free of charge, man. I’m not in it for the gravy. My music’s too pure for that commercial scene.” >At one house, an elderly man who didn’t get very many visitors ended up telling Izz and N basically his entire life story, thought they were cute and polite, and ended up giving them the whole rest of the bowl of candy he had since it was getting late and no one else was coming >At a different house, a guy pretending to be a scarecrow jumped out at N and scared him so bad he fainted, and Izz almost called an ambulance about it >By the end of the night, Izz and N had plenty of candy to last until Christmas, and their legs were tired and sore from walking all around the village >The two of them went home and both dumped their candy buckets out to divide them up COMPLETELY EVENLY, calling this the “Bowser Communism” (they still ended up sharing their candy with each other anyway) >Izz and N ended their Halloween night by playing the Halloween event on Animal Crossing (and every other game they could think of that had a Halloween event) while cuddled up on the couch, then went to bed, super tired >N ate so much candy that night that he ended up throwing up at 4 am (worth it)
>>17938 Listen he has been doing this kind of thing to me for a while now and no greentext demands were made, but this is the first time he sent me to drone hyperborea to serve as a farseer
>>17951 I like John being miserable on a low level, like "having to speak to Emily". Less so the high-level misery, like remembering everyone he knows is dead and he's one of two remaining humans (except the random algae-boys running around) and once he's gone there will be nothing left but a bunch of LARPing machines with rampant personality matrices.
>>17955 It's not very unique, though. Eventually the world will forget there was ever a funny drone cartoon or autistic OCs in the setting or various AUs. The new booru has hosting costs, it cannot stay up forever, our content will disappear. When our time is over, all that merchandise will wind up in landfills, slowly decomposing, blankly smiling reminders of something that no longer has anyone left to care about it. Even the legs of a long-lost statue command more respect. Assuming you're not lucky enough to die before it happens, your mind will eventually stop retaining information, you'll forget MD too. 18,000 posts and counting, many more beyond that, all leading to a net zero in the grand scheme of things.
That kind of misery's just a fact, so it's not all too interesting. "John realizes that the drones think that one modern gang war version of Romeo & Juliet is the Shakespeare original" is unique and terrifying.
>>17960 It may not be unique, but I find it very effective and classical for how easily it preys on the human desire for things to *not* change, for things to remain permanent, for the world to not move on.
>>17895 >W as picrel because she couldn't be bothered to put real effect into searching a character that'd fit her so she chose the one with the same name as her (it was either that or Wanda from FoP or Scarlet Witch) >13 as Patriot to go with the Arknights theme to match W (also because their characters lore wise are the same race, Sarkaz) >GF as Morrigan from Darkstalkers >Haruka as Youmu because of course >Megumi as Reimu to match Haruka >Sonya as the cat from Oban Star Racers >Rachel as Nonon >Carmen would say that she's too "professional" to dress up for Halloween when she has work to be done (she's lying, in reality she forgot that Halloween was even coming and is secretly scrambling to find a costume)
Made some extra information about the femdrone >Her serial number is (F-3A004X118U) >she's the 3rd drone copy/model of the factory >the first femdrone model died in a work related accident (Stuck in gears of a machine or chopped into bits) >second model status is unknown (MIA or KIA) >third model is the femdrone we know and works at the factory Any questions, I'll be happy to answer
>>17960 >John who already hates drones and misses humanity has to sit and watch their horribly butchered retelling of the story >it’s filtered through their LARP, What they think humans did, and their trauma of humans >Yes, they did insert a drone comic relief character >watching this play brings John nothing but a strange mix of rage and depression
>>17978 In his desperation he tries to talk to the crew and fix the play >Listen what you’re doing here is wrong this is NOT how Humans act, this isn’t what this play is about! >Oh like you’d know, just because you’re a good LARPER doesn’t make you knowledgeable about the humans John. Did YOU graduate top of your class in humans101?
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>>17972 yes, matcha tea is my favorite >>17973 no drugs in the factory >>17974 She might be heinous, she might be a timid, shy drone, or straight up a violent drone. She's very different from the femdrone we know. But we do not know *yet* >>17975 idk wouldn't like, for the drone to interfere with actual canon (even tho i draw her with N models, but that's just for horny reasons), but if she saw Uzi, she would probably feel weirded out at first, but probably connect by the fact they both like guns
>>18052 >Uses male in quotations when referring to drones >Says fucking said drones is not gay >Don't be a fag Wow, I don't know what code rot you got there, but Im sure you got it watching some spicy Solverporn and/or hanging around drone supremacist (Subs/bottoms in denial)
Did anyone else hate how they brought back N just for nostalgia bait? Like come on, only s1 faggots give a shit about him. I'm hoping they fucking kill him again just to make those old bastards seethe lul
>>18062 It's actually pretty funny how quickly Kimber was written off, she was literally only in the show for 2 episodes before getting the Poochy treatment
>>18058 Listen, I'm not a drone I have no code that could rot only a brain that can get dementia >POST FLESH no, I don't have a perfectly sterile room that is illuminated only by artificial lighting, and I know what happens to people who post that stuff here willy-nilly, the desperate murder drones in here will do anything to get to me. I scrub the metadata from the image ? They use the lights position in the picture to determine the time zone and they just start scanning it. The room has no natural light source ? They will perform a bacteria analysis on the fucking walls and go from there. And I like to keep my fluids inside my body thank you very much
>>18074 Listen he has some advanced code rot, don't be too mean to him, hope one of the humans that work wherever he is notice it and take him to get serviced
>>17895 Oc time! >SD-R dresses up as Bayonetta (for obvious reasons). But to her credit, she absolutely managed to nail the detail on Scarborough and Fair to a T. Much to the jealousy of a certain Doorman progeny.
>SD-S chose to do something surprisingly not cat-themed (against the wishes of Technician Jacobs who absolutely insisted on a Taokaka and Jubei pair between them) and instead opted for a more traditional albeit simplistic white sheet with a couple eye-holes poked through. >She won a "You tried" sticker and an oil pop
>SD-M declined to join in on the grounds of it being a "corporate excuse to make money". >Of course some minutes later she was dragged out by the ESR trio dressed up the iconic garb of a one Atton Rand. >"He" claims it was the only suitable choice. The alternatives being Ryuko Matoi in kamui form, Naoto Shirogane (too obvious) and Sonya Blade
>And then there was U-U. >Keeping up with their inspiration but lacking the copyright protection to do so, they instead chose the Amethyst twins. Though they couldn't decide between them who was 34 and who was 83. Suffice it to say their argument turnes into a scuffle of purple-died wigs and metal claws.
>Not forgetting a chance to shill herself because she was feeling lonely, Cynthia opted to arrive in a Tiny Tina cosplay, accompanied by her handlers posing as Krieg and Maya respectively.
Canon time! >Uzi and N do the cutest little Wall-E and EVE pair, much to the former's chagrin. >She really wanted to be the high-tech floater with the plasma gun. >But it was ok in the end. She didn't mind N picking her up in the box costume on the dance floor.
>V and J stroll in as the Blues Brothers, sunglasses, M16s and all. >Many worker drones attending did not survive long enough for their musical number, but the nuns did. >It was a verbal bloodbath, but they pulled through with a new found respect for each other.
>Tessa in her own autistic way came dressed as a dinosaur. >Yes, she even did the arm thing. >She was summarily escorted out for committing sentinel-face.
>Alice and Beau did Tonto and the Lone Ranger. >Stereotypical, but they didn't care. Beau was having the time of his life grabbing all the corroded batteries he could. >Alice was happy that there was a sense of normalcy in their lives for once. And because a tomahawk was really good for chopping.
>Khan went as Nori. >And Nori went as Khan. >They sure did smooch alot. In spite of Uzi's embarrassment.