Hello Friends! You know the jam about these beautiful things. The little devious and amazing creaturas. The archive, the Booru: https://dronebooru.co The nicely designed wheel with OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf And it's modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The professionally compiled OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread: >>176663
WHERE'S THAT BITCH ASS MAGNET DEALING HUMAN?! HE NEEDS A RAPING! >local feral disassembly drone when asked about disassembly drone and human relations, on live television
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>“Now quit it with the whataboutism, young lady. Just because someone else did something similar or worse doesn’t mean you are innocent.”
>>177172 More of momma Tessa the reason why I said that these had loose continuity was because I couldn’t have all three of these scenes (>>177167 and >>162915) in the same narrative but I still liked this exchange so I worked it out. So you can see V deal with the biggest enemies of any emotionally volatile teenager/young woman, criticism and the consequences of your own actions.
>a gritty yet goofier tone >the worker drones are taller and blocky >the disassembly drones are taller and scary and murderyer >earth still at war and not gone >jcjenson is involved but opposing the solver >there are actually many types of drones, picrelated is one of them >cfl is still running, Alice and beau wander on the surface >none of this is cg animated, too expensive >music is more techno than synth >not everyone on copper 9 is a worker drone >some are different types of appliances >lizzy is a vacuum cleaner >Thad is a floor scrubber >emily is an air fryer >teacher is a robot that was made to stamp and approve documents >the disassembly drones really were sent by jcjenson >J’s businesswoman vibe is more apparent >V has her scarf >Alice is a crazy old human hag >beau is a frankensteins monster of spare parts >music is more 2000s techno than 80s synth >comic book style onomatopoeia
>>177643 Only the fact that you're not a drone saved you from a brutal death right now. >local veteran of solver war when asked about disassembly drone and human relations, on live television
>>177648 >N is likely the easiest person to apologize to on all of Copper-9 >V still struggles to work herself up towards taking accountability for her actions, let alone properly apologizing Her struggle is all too real
>>177689 It became significantly less funny after getting a good night's sleep It might happen eventually, but I honestly can't be arsed to make it a priority
>>177691 techanon accidentally fell asleep after putting Pavo in the testicle refilling machine and now his nuts make audible sloshing noises when he (tries to) move.. truly fartbreaking </3
>>177700 That's a perfectly understandable impulse and your art is fine, it’s getting better even, but you mustn’t fall into the trap of posting for attention, it’s like Buddhism: desire is the root of all suffering Just go with the flow and maybe try not to reply more than like 5 times an hour
If the one who wrote the Pavo NNN greentext is still around, you could comment the link to it on the booru and that might preserve it well enough, maybe.
>>177702 yeah I'm still around. here's the catbox link for now: https://files.catbox.moe/mze4uf.pdf I'd like to put it in proper greentext format before posting it to the booru. maybe there's a dead thread that I could use for that
What if Tessa’s conscious was uploaded into a worker drone but she didn’t have a some of her memories and then she was taken by the sentinel base and made into a Sentinel and then she had to fight J who she didn’t remember
>All that remains of Pavo sits on Anon's workbench, sparking. >He'd fought to rescue civilians to the very last, only stopping when his body had no more weapons to deploy, and the people he rescued dragged what was left of him onto the last shuttle with them >He was currently half of a head and a torso, totally inert- the body was ruined, not even regen would help here >Anon was currently finishing his battle with the heavy reinforcements around his core, finally popping out the purest essence of the drone >SLEEP MODE flashed on the core's small screen, getting a small smile from Anon- it was a warrior's rest, well-earned after the lives he saved >It'd be a month before they could assemble a new Pavo, so until then he was stuck like this >Well, not entirely, there was still his old worker frame >Anon had never actually seen his assigned sentinel before his upgrades, but this gave the perfect excuse >A few calls were made around base, and a few hours later, he returned to his workshop to find the little worker shell curled inside a storage case >Putting it on the bench, he starts to pop it open for core installation, but pauses >Worker Pavo wasn't all that different. Sure, he didn't have the feathers or the... posterior, but he wore a similar suit and had hair styled the same way, albeit mostly hidden by his standard-issue worker hard hat >Put plainly, he was adorable. >Even Anon had to admit that, having gotten into drone maintenance out of a certain appreciation for the mechanical form >There were no carnal thoughts in his head as he reinstalled the sleeping core back into its initial resting place, which explains why Anon was willing to bring the body back to his room and rest its head in his lap, waiting for him to wake up
What if Tessa managed to survive and fight back, but before the final blow was struck, Cyn, the Solver of the Absolute Fabric, tore open a portal in time and flung her into the future, where her evil is law?
>>177785 It's time to beat the little chink I hired as an extra set of hands for fucking up the get He will learn from this mishap, and bring his little friends so we can get the next set for Alice
>>177733 >Pavo woke up to the view of Anon's face, feeling the back of his head resting on something soft >His first thought was that he was still dreaming, which tracked with how Anon seemed so much taller >He brings his hand to his head and- >Hose arm. >The look of quiet content falls to panic, a small chirp coming from his visor as his eyes go hollow >"What's wrong, Pavo?" Anon asks >"Oh, Anon, you DIDN'T..." he groans >"Your main body was totaled, they'll have to build you a new one. I decided a month in your old body was better than a month as a paperweight." >"I'd have taken being plugged into a computer and talking over text to this, Anon." >"Is there something wrong with your worker body?" >"Well, it's not me?" Pavo replied, pausing as he figured out how to explain it >"I'm... you know me. I'm drop-dead gorgeous. Men want to be in me, women want me to be straight. They had me pose for that calendar for a reason." >Oh, right, the base pinup calendar, the one with Pavo lying in a bed of roses with that beckoning finger and tempting expression >He had an autographed version of that picture as a poster, somehow embossed into the wall in a way that would require the entire panel to be removed to take it off >Damn it, Pavo. >"Like this I'm... a cute little guy everyone wants to hold." >That was true, even Anon had fallen victim to his workerly wiles >"So you don't like being a cute little guy?" Anon asks >"I don't like being like a kitten, Anon. If I curled up in a certain way and looked up at you, you'd naturally want to run your hand through my hair." >"My sentinel body's the real me. When I finally broke it in and got all my specs right, it felt like... I dunno, how was it when your bones stopped growing and you were at your perfect height, Anon?" >"I didn't really notice," Anon says slowly >"That kinda ruins my comparison, but it's like that, like I'm incomplete. But... we've known each other for long enough that I guess I can let you see me like this. But nobody else, alright?" >Anon nods >"Love ya, sweetie," Pavo says with a wink.
>Meanwhile, out on the battlefield, a pink-haired murder drone finds the remains of what may be the most glorious robotic ass in the universe, unless R has anything to say about it >She starts laughing maniacally as she picks it up >Pavo had gotten the best of her several times before, safeguarding that virginity he insisted on saving, but not today! >Today, she'd claim this sweet ass, by technicality if nothing else! >Pavo's ass picks that moment to detonate, the explosion tearing Strychnine apart, sending her core flying >Several hundred meters away, a beleaguered human soldier sighs as he puts down his binoculars >"Worst IED ever," he mutters >"Hey, at least the gaybot can really say he has a killer ass now, right?" his comrade laughs through a mouthful of dubious rations >"Shut the fuck up."
>>177795 >before the events of the first episode, Lizzy brings Uzi into her social circle because every clique of popular girls needs an ugly friend to make them look even hotter in comparison >Uzi meets N >N later gets dragged away by a crowd of giggling popular girls >he's screaming that they're going to bad touch him
>>177803 >they tear off his pants >his disassembly bone flops out, long enough to run the entire length of the girls' torsos and thicker than their arms >they eye it hungrily but can't bring themselves to risk impaling themselves on DDDick
>>177810 >"no, like, you don't understand, dogboy. if you don't RAM that thing in your pants down my throat like a jackhammer I'll, y'know, die and stuff." >"you don't want me to DIE, do you? cuz' that'd make V sad, and you don't wanna make our bestie sad just because you're saving yourself for *pfft* marriage." >"so c'mon. whip that thing out or I'm telling V you want me dead."
I get that I've been Pavosting way too much lately but the worms want what they want. I'm sure I could be cured by more Pavo art. Of his ass. Drone ass. Fat drone ass.
>>177820 hey I'm not complaining, it's been some good shit and I'd love to see more. you've done a good job of capturing his character beyond the usual stuff that focuses only on the sexy bits
>>177828 They only met very briefly on a few occasions pre-war but they bonded over their shared life situations, both being entertainers, Fugue found Molly’s compassion endearing and Molly found Fugue’s endless confidence refreshing and comforting, they were both possessed by the Solver and both hurt a lot of people, but whereas Molly fell into herself and wallowed in her pain, Fugue traveled the stars in search of wisdom and became a nomadic shaman who helped found the resistance, one can only speculate on what their relationship would be after everything, but I would imagine tearful reunions, at least Molly would cry, I don’t know if Fugue can >>177831 It’s what your eyes do when you look directly at a bright light
>"For the last time, 002, please stop doing the Basic Instinct thing when we interview you. You are an industrial robot, you don't have anything down there."
I have an idea for the magnet dealer anon but I don't know the solver war timeline enough to know how it'll fit >Bonnie, Abby and Jane are clearing mutants from a residential area >Bonnie splits off from the rest and finds two mutants, a man and a woman, it looks like they're guarding a room >Before they can attack her she fires on them >They fall and Bonnie goes to investigate the room >Bonnie cracks the door open and sees a small form curled up in the room, bottles of water and empty containers of food litter the room just like the room with te dead mutants >Bonnie's eyes widen as she sees that the small form is that of a young boy, curled up and sleeping >The mutants had enough will to save their son, probably killing survivors to bring him their supplies >Bonnie examines him for any signs of mutation and finds none "Shit..." >What now?
>>177843 Bonnie would try to help, Abby would want a bunch of scans to make sure the kid's clear of mutations, and Jane would just assume the kid was mutated and shoot first (with her real, hidden justification being that no child should have to suffer this existence any longer).
jane gets publicly lynched in the vet au timeline by a community of rehabilitated mutants (Buddy saw it happen and could’ve stopped it but remembered the one mission that saw them working together, she ate the last cheese-based MRE that he was craving. Remembering that, he knew their actions were justified)
>>177854 Did she do it on purpose though, it might have been an accident (it's still not forgivable, but it determines if she goes to Hell or Super Hell)
>>177855 >>177853 It happens when Anon takes his antipsychotics The problem is all his friends also disappear with the Oogis, so he has to decide whether it's worse to have then around or not
>>177856 Buddy put a sticky note on it asking politely to save it for himself. Jane ripped it off and threw it out, even going so far as to deliberately hide it under other bits of trash in the can to hide the evidence.
>>177863 >Buddy stops the execution >"People, people! This isn't the right choice!" >Jane gets misty eyed >"Wow, Buddy, you're saving me?" >"No, I just wanted to do the job myself. Now hold still while I strangle you for that MRE"
>>177886 >Not Abby >Not Keeter >Not U-U, Q, L, S, M, R, etc Trash taste, opinion used as a cum rag and rolled up into a snowball before being buried under 18 tons of ice in Antarctica where no one will ever have to sea it again
>>177913 >cute girl is actually an assassinbot sleeper agent whose memories are all fake >she learns this >snaps, flays herself, is pulled back from brink of suicide by Liam's self-insert >still completely cracked, but doesn't want to kill herself anymore >fuck you, asshole
>Fun Nightly OC Facts: Mac sometimes sits still for hours on end doing absolutely nothing, this is because he has nothing going for him unlike the rest of his family
>>177917 >He wants to dance >Alas, he cannot >His body lacks RHYTHM to dance with, so he dances alone in his room >Beretta accidentally caught him once and laughed for a week straight afterwards
>>177927 She's putting subliminal messages into his dreams and slowly encouraging him to build her new body while he sleepwalks The one time N followed him out of curiosity, he saw the blueprints for a sexy female DD chassis and assumed Mac was "just at that age" and that he really didn't want to have "the talk" yet, so he ran away
I bring this up now, because I realized, Mac doesn't have anything going for him at all as a character that was resurrected. >Beretta has Auntie Cyn and sometimes Jane, with the occasional Solver shenanigans >Negev sees Ghosts and her main goal is to either kill or expose Uzi for being the monster she is And Mac has.....asking his sister if he can interact with Jane?
>Pre episode one >N gets reverted back into being a worker drone by cyn because she finds it cute >His memories get reset back to the manor but still recognizes V and J as V and J >V treats him like a emotional teddy bear and cuddles him at any given opportunity
>>177953 I really need to bring back that “WRF” concept I made. I like the idea of Workers who repurpose tools and shit to fight back against DDs with cunning and stealth
Join the WDF! We have >Drones! >Oil coffee! >Card games! >The horrible existential dread of not only having literal murder drones trying to break in on a constant basis, but that we are a race that has outlived our gods and have no purpose left beyond existing! >Pizza parties! (Purely cosmetic do not eat it)
crying for akita must be horrible. her hair would get soaked from the extra eyes tears and it would get all sticky against her forehead like tears tend to do with hair. her mouth would go dry very very fast due to the amount of tears being made for 7 eyes then she's got physical tears which shakes her 'I'm a drone' delusion
>>177986 she's expressed interest in the past, when clarifying that the two are not sisters despite sharing similar hair and eye colors, as she draws the line at incest
>>177994 Yeah, really bad ones for the rest of the day. Once got told "crying is like throwing up, you'll feel better afterward" and didn't realize until much later how hard I was being lied to.
A Disassembly Drone hearing the chorus of blood on the riser being whistled is like puss in boots hearing death’s whistle. Shit be a big panic button because that song tends to be associated with VSOTF soldiers.
>>177843 Abby is going to help the guy, according to the survivor rescue decree, but I wouldn't say he's lucky: he's going to have to live in a goddamn world with goddamn murder drones.
>>178022 The former, horridly enough. The idea of being a robot that slowly has organic pieces growing inside you, as a dark god proceeds with phases of brainwashing and modification, freaks me out
>>178021 Doll got it good here. Just look at the nice decorations in the back! Yeva shouldn't have gotten killed, didn't deserve it and we don't even know how it happened for a solverhost to permadie. Her being seen like in 3 makes it almost impossible to find any chance of her having any life left.
>>178024 Uff but I agree. Worst adpect has to be that it is irreversible, even post 8 N, V, J, Uzi and possibly Nori (and Doll) all need to keep consuming, have flesh in their bodies and cores.
>>177713 Everything could've been prevented if V just indoctrinated Cyn (and by extension the Solver) to her rotten fujo ways cant bring about the end of all things if you're too busy writing degenerate fanfiction
Something I noticed here is Amda's visor is actually still displaying her bootloop symbol, look at it, that's no reflection. I reckon this is due to her core still being around, providing power (her lights aren't the dead red or off, also a hint), but she remained 'dead' and most decisively unable to move due to having been drained of oil. This is a theory, but we could reason based on this that a dronecore can function on its own for a very long time, even with no or minimal oilreserve left as long as failsafe doesn't kill it (which can only happen either on FATAL ERROR or not at all[because the reason for failure is 'wear']) or it is a solverhost. Rebecca lost oil too, but FATAL ERROR did her in most likely once a critical level was reached. 029 in comparison had the same fate (gmjudging by the massive splatter/lack of visible damage on her when Alice took her in) but beyond physical disablement she stayed intact. In the end this would support the theory I prevsiously had with all or most CFL subjects being ZD. Why Amda is still boolooped after 20 years, idk yet.
Also look at how beautifull Alice looks here, I want to pat her on the back.
>>177933 mac has normalcy. Friends, popularity, which leads to less ideas, He has nothing traumatic about his character to latch onto, he has no issues, which are things most here wouldn't know how to write, so all he gets is people making werid ghost smut,
If people want to. he could have more to him,
maybe he smiles. but at the end of the day he looks at what he is. a disassembly drone, formerly murder weapons of the solver, he would know of the spires, he would know of their history. maybe it disgusts him, perhaps, much like akita, he wishs for the true normalcy of being a worker drone, like his siblings, maybe envy brews about that, that they get to have worker limbs, unaware of his sisters issues of solver infected systems,
Or maybe he's as affected by Cyn as them.
maybe for once the solver takes on a male vessel Completing a trio of monkey see. monkey hear, monkey Speak, negev sees the horrors of the solver Beretta hears the words of the solver, and Mac speaks the words of the solver,
>>177964 >J and V are arguing about who is hugging with N today >J says she killed more workers today, so she deserves N >V says she doesn't care about that and J can go to hell. >The conflict is getting tense and claws may soon be out >N doesn't want oilshed, and suggests they both hug him at the same time >Girls yell for him to shut up
J could use a emotional teddy bear too, especially after all she's been through.
>>177969 >The horrible existential dread of not only having literal murder drones trying to break in on a constant basis, but that we are a race that has outlived our gods and have no purpose left beyond existing!
Funny, but then it turns out that the existence of at least one living human will give drones a reason to live - to serve him.
>>178037 Ok, sure, maybe that would’ve happened and maybe that’s true… But did she REALLY have to tie that mutant couple up and drop their baby into a barrel fire while they watched?
>>177603 > Plappy Pooptime I remember saying that the writing was shit and had they had no idea what they were doing, nobody believed me until chapter 4 came along and guess what, it was shit. Serves those retards right
Helping to transform Dred'fal from a simple funpost & into a 'serious' character has been a surprisingly fun creative venture
Andromedian Lore >Long ago, during the millennium-spanning 'Epoch of Pandemonium', the burgeoning Andromedan Civilization unleashed calamity upon itself after carelessly meddling with the fabric of reality >The innumerable Eldritch entities that poured through the loosened fabric laid waste to the Andromeda galaxy and nearly brought the Andromedians to extinction >The Agnitio Order, once a fringe faction dedicated to Sufficiently Advanced Science, managed to both survive the onslaught AND repair the holes in reality >Upon concluding a veritable/literal crusade across Andromeda, The Agnitio Order rebuilt civilization into what is now known as the Andromedan Empire >Presently the Andromedan Empire is governed (materially, spiritually & metaphysically) by a trio of enigmatic and (supposedly) immortal emperors known only as 'The Triad' >The Andromedan Empire discovered "The Black Sun" via Sufficiently Advanced Sensors after detecting the Singularity that destroyed Earth, with proper first contact happening during the height of The Solver War >After a significant period focused on containment and mitigation (not to mention the unexpected and sudden cessation of The Solver's spread) the Andromedan Empire deemed it appropriate to act directly towards extinguishing The Black Sun & it's lingering malignancy
Dred'fal Lore >Dred'fal is an Andromedian with a prestigious family lineage that stretches all the way back to the Celestial Crusade >His upbringing, while certainly luxurious, was one that carried an immensely stressful responsibility to achieve nothing less than great things for the Andromedan Empire >Despite his extremely average body, Dred'fal's mental brilliance & virtue of character were more than enough to earn him the distinction of being the youngest Andromedian (~50 years old) to be elected Eirenarch >As is customary for his family, at age ~97 Dred'fal submitted himself to the trials & tribulations required to become a trained member of the esteemed Eldritch Defense League >The Black Sun Incursion began while Dred'fal was interred with the EDL, with him securing an early graduation (with honors) shortly before Post-Canon occurs >When plans for an Excursion Fleet first began to formulate, Dred'fal made the bold move of publicly (and quite vocally) electing HIMSELF to serve as Imperator >Following careful though & consideration, The Triad validated Dred'fal's election to Imperator and charged him with the command and resources necessary to wage a campaign of "cleansing" upon Via-Galaxia
Tidbits >Jhoy'ful, Dred'fal's soulmate since they were both cadets, was elected to be one of the Eirenarchs leading the OverHaven Cadres in the first Via-Galaxia Reconnaissance Force. Her inevitable death left Dred'fal a permanently changed man >The Excursion Fleet is made up mostly of Andromedians, with a handful of 'alien coalition' races serving specialized and/or auxiliary roles >The safety & well-being of any "survivors" the Excursion Fleet comes across is barely even a tertiary concern for the Andromedan Empire, thus giving Dred'fal license to protect (or kill) as he deems necessary >Only specialized & properly verified 'Warrior Retrieval Tombs' are currently permitted to pass through the Galactic Immurement Zone; The Excursion Fleet MUST complete their mission if they ever hope to return home again >In Andromedan culture (and subsequently most of it's legal system) it is customary for virtually any position of power to be decided via a vaguely electoral process that ideally ensures only the "objectively" best individuals shoulder the weight of authority >Within the Vaults of Sin there are records dating back to the Epoch of Pandemonium that directly refer to The Black Sun (or at least Eldritch Entities similar in nature) Further information is trusted only to members of the Eldritch Defense League >Drones, having been identified as the primary hosts & vectors of The Black Sun, are regularly abducted by the Excursion Fleet; Sometimes they are used for experiments but most of the time it is simply done to install "alienware" designed to make covert (and unwilling) spies out of the abductee >Regarding those Solver-infected, the Excursion Fleet's protocol is simple: Contain and/or Euthanize the afflicted, Exterminate the hosts; Dred'fal is free to arbitrate discretion but must ultimately follow this protocol >I̶t̸ ̵i̶s̸ ̶h̸e̶r̶e̴t̸i̸c̴a̵l̵ ̵t̶o̵ ̴g̸o̵s̴s̷i̴p̶ ̵a̶b̵o̶u̴t̴ ̴t̵h̴e̶ ̷"̶t̶r̵u̶e̵"̵ ̷n̶a̷t̶u̵r̷e̶ ̸o̸f̶ ̵o̴u̷r̵ ̴D̸i̷v̴i̴n̵e̶ ̷T̵r̷i̷a̷d̶
>>177986 >Molly will beat the crap out of this nymphomaniac and then give her the most passionate and loving kiss she's ever experienced >And then Strychnine wakes up >With a wet blanket
>>178064 I do accept it with gratitude I subside of it Jokes aside I am in a state if emergency due to irl and the Alice state currently, I wish days were 28 hours Imor I had 0 obligations preventing total dedication to Alice like sleep or working or bullshitstudying for a useless timeline. Having to sleep or try learn more when that time could be used for better stuff almost hurts. Ngl whenever I feel like I did nothing or not enough to at least post some decent progress at minimum I can't sleep.
>>178079 >>178080 And Jane wouldn't even flinch from any of that Feed her rocks and she'll shit silicon boards She totally isn't mutated and has no biomechanical parts on the inside, nope
>>178084 >N looks at you >He looks over at the femanon, who is filling water balloons to near-bursting and grinning madly >He looks at you again >Then he turns and starts walking toward the femanon I'd kill myself, personally.
>>178049 >Buddy whistles the song whenever he is bounty hunting DD’s >its a pretty efficient tactic as it causes the Disassembly Drone to lose its focus before being captured without much effort.
>Not long into the Solver War, new ways to command human military forces were developed and tested. >When it was discovered that the Solver's orbital attack capability was limited to what orbital weapons it could pilfer or what ships it could subvert, a new tactic was attempted for battlefield control. >A grid of spy satellites deployed to contested planets could be handed over to certain generals, who would then use high-powered transmitters to relay orders in near real-time with a perfect view of the battlefield. >Many of the soldiers derided these commanders as literal armchair generals, whose lack of expertise and inability to understand the situation on the ground led to major defeats and serious casualties, with the only advantage being that the head of any given military operation could not so easily be severed. >The program did, however, turn out positive results, regardless of the reputation these commanders got. >The most successful of them went by the moniker "4-16" and gave orders impersonally, via text-to-speech and onboard guidance tools. >Despite the lack of personal touch and unknown identity, their influence was a major player in the eventual human victory, their near-pristine combat record earning them respect, though a tendency to make sacrificial plays and ignore casualties at the cost of victory did get some ire from forces that fell under their command. >"4-16 will win the battle, he might win the war, but you have to pray you live to see either of those come to pass," as one veteran put it. >As for what happened to the mythical commander, they disappeared shortly before the formal announcement of the war's end, making an unscheduled jump to unknown coordinates rather than returning to base for debriefing. >All that was recovered was the fragment of a message sent to their ship, intercepted and half-decoded. >The only coherent parts of the message mentioned something about 4-16 being an "old friend", and a "brotherhood" they needed to return to.
>>178011 There's only one that matters. His name is Anon, he bangs the drones. It was difficult to put the greens together. But something went so wrong, now all he can do is bang more drones. His name is Anon.
Doll this is an intervention thing. You have a drinking problem. Whenever you drink, you molest Anon and that's bad or whatever. Doll you bitch(affectionate) you're gonna end up preggo one of these days and like that would be soooo bad or whatever. So here's some DEFINITELY non alcoholic vodka, Anon's in his room sleeping and the door's unlocked.
>Be Uzi >Try to flirt with Anon >He chuckles and calls you the cutest little drone he's seen >Oil spills out of pockets >Get on the floor to try and pick it back up >Mutter out a weak "Y-you too" >He looks at you weird and goes off to smooch Rebecca
There are FERAL and UNDOMESTICATED worker drones in the abandoned subways! They crawl up to the surface to kidnap human men to keep as RAPE HUSBANDS and we need to put a stop to it! Send in the disassembly drones IMMEDIATELY!
>>178121 if you offer them a warm bed they fold pretty much instantly as long as you promise you'll be sharing it. they will still fuck you senseless, though
>>178121 NO WAY! We're not gonna fall for that a second time! Half the men in the department are still missing, and only God knows what those damn murder drones are doing to them right now.
>Your mini J follows you around >You ask her to do a snall favor or task >"Yah gawt it baws!" >She scampers off to another room >Five minutes later you hear her fucking up catastrophically
>>178142 she's actually very competent, she just fucks up intentionally when you aren't by her side so you'll keep close to her at all times to avoid disaster
>>178157 take breaks and enjoy other things. you ever try eating one kind of food for breakfast, lunch and dinner for months on end? same thing goes for your mental food. have some variety. come back some other time.
>>178157 Don't abandon its great aspects and what could have been, use love and despair as motivation, we will get mire drones if we believe in it, hope dies last
>>178157 To be specific, the show ended half a year ago, and my interest is kept alive by all the incredible fan content that anons create here.
I've even started learning how to draw thanks to this place, and for like five months now I've been spending a few hours every day drawing. I wish it could be faster, but I don't have the talent, but I'm still happy with the progress I'm making.
>>178142 >You wake up to your mini J standing at your bedside >She's made you breakfast >It's eggs and toast with orange juice >The eggs are runny is some areas and over cooked in ithers and the toast is burnt >So is the orange juice >Somehow
Anons, can you help me out? Which close-quarters combat characters to you choose for your party in Murder Drones RPG? What are the good close-quarter characters in both the normal story and the alternative story DLC?
If Tessa was alive the entire time ( Cyn had faked her death for the lolz) Do you think Tessa would be heartbroken if during a reunion with J, she learns that J doesn’t think she is real and is only following her because she thinks she is her former boss?
>bruh she was that, bro! if she wanted you out of there she was gon' do it herself on feet by herself! >something was wrong with her! that's not drone, man, you not regular, man. clanka was the devil, man. >one of Satan's greatest soldiers was King Cyn.
>>178197 DDanni is a damn good melee fighter. Her speed allows her to dodge most attacks and wield the blade from disassembler's severed arm as if it were an extension of her arm. Her passive ability “oil leakage” helps a lot with bosses, and that's not counting the pool of veteran abilities.
>>178214 Basically what I've decided to do with him. Like what I can tell of Colt in Blu's fic, but while Colt strikes me as being bitter about dealing with his family's neuroses (in particular N's pushing the onii-chan having a particular responsibility to his imouto and Keeter's everything) I do Mac as just resigned to it.
There is a drone deep underground, it has never seen sunlight nor moonlight and never will, the door of escape closed in front of him, due to cave-ins or because of human carelessness, forever trapped alone. Never to be seen by anyone else, because everyone is already dead, not due to disassembly drones or sentinels, but due to human cruelty. Able to go everywhere, but nowhere. A lonely drone that will never see anything else, not even the sweet release of death until his internal clock can count no more, suicide being hard-coded to be prevented, not even the possibility of choosing. In complete silence, no stimulation, no happiness, just complete sadness. Forever alone, in darkness.
The rotten West will not be able to poison the staunch Russian spirit of Doll, she will find a righteous husband, and will marry him under the Orthodox cross.
>>178249 I don't even think Rachel is generally loathed, just by Lizzy and her friends and her friends' friends (except Uzi, who's just as in the dark about why Lizzy hates her so much as the audience).
>>178255 Rachel probably mildly inconvenienced her one time, so Lizzy wants her life ruined now. Not dead, she'd just have her latest serial killer friend murder her if she wanted that, Rachel needs to be alive so she can continue to be hated.
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>“The only purple thing I encountered was big, dimwitted, and obsessed with fishing.”
>>176107 You’re in luck because I happened to suddenly get this this idea. Although I am not sure how much sense having these two interact like this makes since Maria is pretty firmly on the good guys' side (and thus firmly against any Solver stuff) in the fanfic I took the design from. As far as I know, ITanon came up with the mantis Tessa design but I don’t know the exact context behind it and what her allegiance would be.
>>178267 Yeah, and she already has a boyfriend. Am I going to have to tell Therapyanon that Doll's been raping me because her friend wants revenge on some other drone?
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>>178284 >>178285 >>178286 just barely >>178287 all i have right now is that she's a regular (if uniquely colored) worker drone , though i like imagining she's just a bit more fragile than the average WD model
>>178305 don't worry, I'm sure she's found happiness in the victory timeline. that and that Elfrywhere at The End of Time green has still yet to be written, so SentinElf doesn't have a canonical bad end yet
>Snessa grew up in a slightly less abusive household simply because James (the only human in the family) mysteriously went missing shortly before Louisssa laid Snessa's egg
>>178011 We have a booru that has a wiki for this. It's on the OP. To help here's what you could consider "the main OCs" >Beretta >Jane >John >Serial Designation Eye >Serial Designation E >Serial Designation Y >Boxo Although there's definitely more that can be added to this list in terms of being important to thread history, but honestly I can't remember some of their names since they all started off originally as different Anons who gained their own names over time
Curse Liam for giving me his fetish for collarbones... I can't stop thinking about running my fingers slowly on them, feeling that ridge around the top of their torso. Maybe the engineers cranked up the sensitivity around the area for the drones...
>>178330 Actually now that I think about it, despite liking Negev she hasn't actually had any greens lately or atleast ones where she acts batshit insane. Neither has Mac either come to think of it, although he does get mentioned in regards to Emily and Rebecca's ghosts wanting to fuck him? So I guess that counts
>>178011 I'm gonna try the Plinkett Test here for random yet somewhat notable OCs. >A very tired man, dead inside and often wishing for physical death, living in what he sees as a mockery of the past, surrounded by things he can't bring himself to even pretend are worthwhile. Everything he knew is dead and he's trapped in a dying world with useless imitations. >A woman prone to rash acts, and a survivor first and foremost, choosing pragmatism over everything else. Honor and morals mean nothing to her. Only her survival, and the survival of those closest to her, mean anything. This lack of integrity cost her everything, and what's left now is a hollow shell. >A man of complex morals, upstanding and good-natured, though certain actions in his past show he has a darker side that he tends to hide. Everything he does is out of love, whether platonic or romantic. >A girl shackled by her past, cut off from the world through circumstances that can barely be called her fault. She languishes in solitude and pain, broken by what she's seen. >A man of few morals, dedicated to pursuing his ambitions regardless of the price paid, as long as it's paid by others. His ability to dehumanize has brought him great success, and he holds little to no regret for anything he's done.
>>178336 >It's all in P's head, since his robodong is exactly the same length as N's original one >The only difference is that Uzi got a bit freaky with her ability to "upgrade" her hubby's specs as his admin
>>178338 1. idkfa about John so I'll assume you're right 2. definitely Jane 3. I don't think Pavo really tries to hide his violent past, exactly. he's not happy with the reputation it earns him but he seems pretty forthcoming about how he is/was in the heat of battle 4. doesn't feel accurate to Molly. she's shackled by her past, absolutely, but she's not cut off from the world and depending on the iteration isn't in solitude either. that and she's not broken by what she's seen but by what she's done. sounds closer to Negev to me. 5. same deal as 1.
>>178331 YES my brother! Me as well, I lobe them and wanna cherish them, praise be the vickersman or dr.ones for designing them. >Maybe the engineers cranked up the sensitivity around the area for the drones... Yes. You know how they have a sense of touch? The 'flat' area on 'top' of their collarbone reliefs is like a slice into the nerves of their whiteshell, ofc not exposed, but the shell is very thin at the point where the collarbones end (from a frontal line, not their 'tips', but a cutaway from the side), and before that everything is very weak to touch.
>>178342 >Uzi has hexed N's penis to always be the biggest of any creature within range >this gets very awkward when N travels off planet to see some megafauna on Jurrasic-4 >can N drag his dong to safety? >or will his megaphallus be a scrumptious meal for the local fauna?
>>178343 Pavo's sadistic streak was hard to phrase. Saying he targeted things incapable of understanding torture sort of fails the test. He doesn't hide it, yeah, but he's also stopped completely now that the war's over, and is a total goody two-shoes in the present day, aside from being able to play worst cop with certain DDs.
>>178344 Can you imagine sending a drone into overheat just by trailing your fleshy finger across the collarbone ridge? Like damn, what I'd give to be able to do that TODAY. Flushed embarrassment displayed on the visor, yet the drones enjoy the touch there...
>>178360 Yee Emily didn't show collarbone tho did she? Emily would be very melty, blushing making her blush even mote Alice would be surprised, caught off guard, and if you didn't piss her off before lean into it Doll wouldn't show it severely, but she isn't numb to her bodies weakspots either, it would likely turn her on
>>178371 Oh no...if you are carefull enough you can make it happen even faster Imagine barely touching it, so lights it tickles her nerves in that spot 🤤😏 >>178370 Nice. Kneadable? Think one could move her internals...or poke at her spine in there Did you ever have the idea of touching a drone's core via their soft middle? Scratching their cores underside...uuuoooo Wanna do that to Alice, getting her wild like that, nice
>>178337 >A very tired man, dead inside and often wishing for physical death, living in what he sees as a mockery of the past, surrounded by things he can't bring himself to even pretend are worthwhile. Everything he knew is dead and he's trapped in a dying world with useless imitations. >A woman prone to rash acts, and a survivor first and foremost, choosing pragmatism over everything else. Honor and morals mean nothing to her. Only her survival, and the survival of those closest to her, mean anything. This lack of integrity cost her everything, and what's left now is a hollow shell. john and jane truly are fucking depressing, would love to see them interact more over their shared Hollowness
>>178374 >Wanted to write about Anon washing a drone in an erotic manner >Decided for whatever reason there needed to be a background to the drone scrubbing >Wrote an entire short story for the sole purpose of justifying that single scene Just keep piling shit on it and you might end up writing a Great American Novel, I guess?
Chat I have to write an exam in less than four hozes and need to sleep before, can you give me sone ideas with CFL drones for tomorrow afterwards? For drawings, no promise but after big things I usually have an easier time with art
>>178418 have a repost >"it's another tough one." >"they all are, Pav." Molly cast her eyes downward, recalling the half-dozen drones she'd helped wake from their shared years-long bad dream >fervent hope glowed hot pink through the sadness in her eyes. "that's why I'm here, to make it a lil easier on 'em." >she smiled sadly, clenching her tremulous hands into fists to steel herself as the MCC carried her ever closer toward the area of operations >"tell me about her." >Pavo nodded, spurring files to flit back and forth across his icy blue display >"her name was–" Molly shot him a sort of pout that was the closest she could get to a dirty look. >"–sorry, is. her name is Rosalie." he had to break that habit. he was still getting used to seeing DDs as people that needed more help than a bullet could provide. "lucky girl to actually get a real name back then. and a pretty one, at that." >"Yeah," Molly sighed, mind wandering into the past "somebody musta really loved her..." >the words should've held a warmth, and not the knowing gloom that lingered as she trailed off. she knew from experience that a happy drone's story always ended the same way. >and that the more they lost, the harder those first few days were. or weeks. or months... >"details are incomplete– they always are, that's just how it goes with anything pre-war– but we have the important parts. she was a nurse owned by the Sinclair family: bougie types– wealthy enough to appear in local news every so often." >"the boys on digital recon duty sifted through a bit of white noise and came back with a handful of relevant articles–" Pavo flicked through the neatly sorted folders on his HUD, quickly locating what he was looking for. >the sentinel sighed and tapped his foot impatiently as the ancient .html files struggled to load >Molly fiddled anxiously with a coin, almost unconsciously rolling it across her fingers, disappearing it from one hand to the other >little tricks with a calming familiarity. >"ah! there we are. 'Sinclair Family looks to JCJenson Drone for live-in Nurse" >already Molly could feel her heart begin to sink, and evidently Pavo could read as much on her face >"I'll make it quick, darling. the Sinclairs had a young daughter, Vivienne. the poor dear had a condition that left her frail and largely wheelchair-bound. her family wanted someone who could look after her round-the-clock, drones were safe and don't need sleep, so voila, nurse drone." >"naturally the two get pretty close as they go everywhere together for the next few years–" he produced a series of old photographs of the two girls together. they looked happy. >but seeing such warmth between the two only made what would inevitably follow sting all the more. >'Vivienne Sinclair and her Nurse Drone Wear Matching Dresses to Ball', 'Nurse Drone helps Vivienne Sinclair Stand for Grand Opening of Botanical Gardens', and so on" >"–it would make for rather sweet reading–" Pavo's soft expression soured into a scowl– "if it weren't for Her." >he didn't need to say Her name. it traced itself in the chill of dead, icy fingers that crawled up Molly's spine. conjured vivid, horrible images of that happy pastel room stained arterial red. >she jumped as her well-dressed friend placed a gentle hand on her shoulder >"ah, sorry. do you need a moment, Molls?" >she reminded herself that that was the past. that it wasn't her. that she had friends like Pavo, Bleep, Moon, Harper and her daughter Sophie– >she had a good life now, and she would help Rosalie to find the same for herself. >Molly took a deep breath. "I'm alright, Pavo. thanks. please, keep going." >he gave her a sympathetic look, then continued. >"Rosalie was turned just a few months before the start of the war, when She started showing Her hand." the sentinel knit his brows together, his tone darkening further with each word. >"one evening, while the rest of the family sat inside, she walked Vivienne out into the garden like she had done hundreds of times. one hour later at sunset, Rosalie returned to the house pushing an empty wheelchair and *smiling*" >seeing her shudder, Pavo decided to spare the clearly shaken showwoman the grislier details from Mrs. Sinclair's account of the incident. >"we don't know the specifics of how she did it, but there's no doubt that Rosalie took Vivienne's life." >"I... guess I'm prolly gonna find out tonight." >Molly sat there, retreated into herself. an uneasy silence dragged on longer than Pavo would have liked, broken only by the low growl of the mobile command center rumbling to a stop. >they had arrived at the retrieval site: an abandoned apartment complex where Rosalie slept during daylight hours. >Molly's heart ached, both for the late Vivienne and poor Rosalie. luminous tears welled in her eyes– but from her sorrow came determination. >Molly slapped her hands against her cheeks, trading one sting for another and wresting her mind from the grim pall that threatened to fall over it. >standing from her seat, the air around her changed, brightened somehow. >Rosalie– like others before her and all that would come after– had a long, dark road ahead of her. one that Molly herself had tread and stumbled and lost her way on– but one she'd learned to walk with a steady, hopeful stride. >she couldn't walk it for Rosalie, but she could be a light to guide the nurse along her path– the first of many friendly faces, she was sure. >Pavo, sufficiently reassured, opened the door of the MCC. >with one last deep breath, Molly stepped out into the cool night air, wearing a warm, confident smile. >she'd make sure Rosalie got her happily ever after.
>>178443 >Mutant(second generation) You just know Jane is seething uncontrollable Gave me a thought >Solver war ends >Mutants integrate into society >Jane becomes the first Mutant racist
>Hello? Hello hello? >Uh this is combat medic Anon Y. Mous and I uh... >Everyone's dead, I'm all that's left of my squad >I'm doing this audio journal thing the chaplain told me about >It's something to do I guess >Holy shit >Everyone's dead >We got ambushed by mutants and murder drones, we didn't stand a chance >They got everyone when we weren't looking, missiles from the drones did most of it and the mutants rushed the rest >I only survived because my friends bodies covered me, the drones probably thought I was dead with them >The mutants couldn't get to me because the drones started taking pot shots at them for fun, sadistic fuckers chased after them like it was a game >Fuck man >I'll try my best to stay alive >I can carry only so many rations and canteen's but I should be good for a while
>Hey it's uh... It's me again >It's been a rough few... Weeks I wanna say? >I kind of lost track of time after my watch broke, I got into a fight with a mutant and it got smashed >I've been running low on MRE's sooner than I thought, scavenging from dead soldiers isn't as lucrative as I thought it would be >I've been using the meat in the MRE's like bait to lure groups of mutants away from me, that's uh... That's why I ran out so soon >Christ I hope I don't have to eat that weird meat stuff growing everywhere...
>Hey... >Me again >Officially out of food >And I got a massive gash on my palm smashing the glass on a vending machine to get some bottled water >Peice of shit machine sent a police report funnily enough >I should have listened to those briefings more closely, that meat stuff is looking more and more appealing every day that goes by >I hope I find some food soon, I don't want to resort to that stuff
>It's been a week since my last entry >I couldn't find any food around so I uh... >I ate some of that meat, cut a chunk off the wall and cooked it over a burning trash barrel >I'll probably get cancer from the metal but I can deal with that later if I'm not dead >The meat stuff didn't really taste like anything >It was like someone heard of how meat tasted and got a thurd if the way there >Chewy as hell too, like eating a well done stake. Or a tire same difference. >If I'm not dead I'll make another entry. >Fingers crossed
>The gash on my hand reopened for some reason, having a cut open palm fucking sucks man >I bandaged it but it keeps... Well it isn't bleeding >It's more of a blood colored ooze that seeps out of it >That's probably not a good sign >Probably some sort of bioweapon or something >I've been eatymore of that meat >It tastes worse every time I eat it I swear to God >But it's better than starving I guess
>It's been about four days since my last entry >I took the bandages off my hand and... >My hand has an eye growing out of the wound
>Doll breaking into your room >Doll quietly marching up to you >Doll pulling you into a deep tongue kiss that leaves you breathless >Doll breaking the kiss after ten minutes leaving you light headed >Doll saying in broken English "You are husband now. I am being wife. You not say no." >Doll then walking out of your room like nothing happened
>>178494 >You report an Itchy eye to each of the Jane trio >How do they react?
>Jane smiles and tells you to look at the sun, hand behind her back >Bonnie takes you to med bay and tries to treat you, shes a very clumsy nurse. She also never went to medical school >Abby gives you the proper forms to apply for the forms for Eye medicine
>>178449 Fucking up the face in general is a typical symptom of solver mutation. The eyes are a common victim of this, but can sometimes go unscathed in favor of mutating a different part of the face, like the mouth. When the face looking back at you in the mirror isn't human anymore... well, it's all the more easier for IT to convince you to stop acting like you're above doing what it wants you to do.
Struggling to keep my mind cemented on just one project at a time so I'm delving into the Victory Timeline Stone a little more.
>It finally came for him, the literal boogeyman that plagued the New Peace. >So much difficult work swirled down the drain, his new job, his human girlfriend, all his plans going forward. >All coming to an end. >He watched as his bedroom window was shattered and as a human, camo-laden and canine-masked, stepped in. >He watched as the human wasted no time gloating or monologuing, instead watching the hominid move toward him quick. >Before he could get his weapons into play, even get his tail out for a strike, the world went brightened, then went dark. >Eventually, the bootloop dissipated he awoke to one of the worst things he's ever seen post-war. >He was chained up, and in a warehouse of some kind, along with hundreds of fellow, albeit butchered, DDs hanging up on meathooks. >Decimated bodies being used to make body armor and weapons, arm-based fabricator units being used as 3D printers. >Immediately, he remembered what kind of robot he was and desperately attempted to struggle free from the chains, only to get a warning that he lacked sufficient resources to regenerate his legs. >He could see the man standing in the shadows, only able to pick him up on thermals. >A few simulated tears ran down his cheek. This was it. >The human man walked toward him, Issue Sword clutched tight between gloved fingers. >"MISTER, PLEASE! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!? YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS! PLEASE!" >He stopped in front of him, readying the sword. >"PLEASE, I DON'T WANT TO DIEEE!" >Dim red lenses glared at him before the man sighed and spoke. >"You murder drones are pitiful. When your armaments are exhausted, you resort to begging for a life you never deserved. It's kind of depressing, seeing how far you robots have fallen since The War." >"W-why are you d-d-doing this? The War is over, we're at peace n-now!" >"Some people can just drop everything that happened, all that strife, and settle down. But I can't. I watched good men and women die to your claws and your guns and your acid. I watched as you bypassed ME to go kill my men, just for sadistic fun. Really, I'm giving my fallen brothers and sisters justice, putting you bots down." >"W-We couldn't help it! We couldn't c-control ourselves!" >The human shrugged, bringing the sword up toward his head. >"Dunno, it takes a good bit of self control to do what you murder drones did sometimes. That can't be boiled down to just following orders." >"No, that took some self-awareness. You guys did that shit on purpose." He slammed the sword down into his fleshy core, and all his systems went dark for the last time, leaving the human alone in the warehouse once more.
>>178449 Iirc in the original Abby lore which I imagine influenced this, she was stabbed there because her attacker was a jackass who wanted her to bleed. The mutation comes from that wound But its entirely possible the face is just a common area for infection
>A new recruit's been poking around the camp, and Jane doesn't like it >He's too bright-eyed, too friendly, too... by the book for her liking >He didn't belong here, his presence felt off, but not in the way a mutant does >Oh well, she'd only have to suffer him for a little longer- and there he was, come to annoy her again >"Hey, Jane! Y'know, I was looking around the base and I spotted the darnedest thing. Rockets!" >"Not the weapon kind. Two rockets with stasis pods in 'em for leaving the planet. And they was all rigged with so many parts we've been missin' from around the base. So I says, hey, looks like someone was stealin', tryin' to skip out on their duty." >"Now, don't you worry, Jane, I already told B, and she was havin' a fit. Never seen her mad before, but she started sayin' if she ever found out who was puttin' 'em together she'd have 'em killed right then and there. Sayin' they were cowards and all sorts of stuff." >"Oh, but the funny thing is, I was pokin' around in their controls a bit before I told anyone, you know, out of curiosity. Turns out one of them pods had its guidance system sabotaged. It'd throw the rocket's course off by one degree, which, y'know how long that is in space? Meant one of them was gonna get lost driftin' forever. I guess it was a two-man job, and one of 'em wanted to double-cross at the end. Can you believe that? Some people." >"Welp, the men're already strippin' the rockets for parts, I'd best join 'em. Just thought you should know, Janer!"
>>178514 >>178515 they're mostly ocs i like to fuck around with >DS-lainey (the DS does not stand for serial designation) He really loves women, like, a ridiculous amount. he will kill male drones without hesitation but not female ones >V-D (Variant Dom) is the sadistic sassy leader of their squad >V-S (Variant Sub) quieter than V-D but likes to follow in her footsteps V-D and V-S are kinda twins in a way? but I draw them closer together than twins should be.
>>178520 Damn shame he and those men were suddenly and without warning taken by DDs in the night and never seen again. Jane did all she could to save them but she was too late. He had such a bright future ahead of him.
>>178463 The Uzahole... her welds popping and straining from the pressure of N cock. Her insides unable to cope with the volume of N's release. Digital eyes roll into the back of her head before her optics display only a fatal error. Her body tossed aside into a pile, to join the thousands of others exactly like her. Uzi possessing a fresh new body just to go at it again. The corpse spire made of discarded Uzaholes continues to grow and it's only been a few weeks. Her entire existence comparable to a discard-able condom, filled to bursting and tossed aside by a well-hung murder drone. The corpse spire will continue to grow until she finds another fucked up fetish to indulge in.
>>178526 Well I mean, those DDs are coming to kill everyone at the camp rockets or not, so all this means is that everyone including Jane are going to die.
>>178527 Actually even more depressing if because of Cyns deal they still dont kill Jane or Bonnie (Bonnie still dying from her wounds) and Jane is forced to spend her last moments on earth before it fucking explodes. Well, at least shes not alone, Abby is probably there as well
>>178516 >Stone's trauma from the war spurs him into becoming a notorious Disassembly Drone serial killer >He is now seen as a monster/boogeyman in the Post-War setting Tragic, yet all too understandable considering the extreme survivors guilt Stone suffers from Very nice work based writefren!
>>178449 Based on what we can see in the show the solver mutation does seem to like to just grow spare eyes wherever. Even in DDs, where the whole top headband is just extra eyes disguised as machinery.
>>178551 None of them are underaged, and despite the ramblings of the occasional passing schizophrenic, they don't go out of their way to be a nuisance.
>>178554 Anon, the problem isn't you being a nuisance, it's the fact you have consistently been dodgy about sharing your age as well as acting quite like a minor
>>178576 >Your Teacher is Bonnie Miller >You look her up online for the fuck of it >Her account is mostly bad memes, cooking tutorials, cute pictures of her and some brown hair girl, and videos of her doing pranks also mostly on this brown hair girl >Her account is linked to another, Jane Miller, huh >Check Jane Miller >Oh god >wtf >this is like, 90% porn, of your Teacher
>>178579 >It just doesnt stop >Its porn of her and your teacher doing every sexual act known to man, some unknown to man >If it isnt pornography its HORRIBLE memes, like minion shit >You dont know how but you know deep in your gut she only posts these because she knows it makes people bueno >The last kind of post is weird schizo babbling that are super racist against Drones, Mutants, and Gingers for some reason >Jane Miller seems to spend a prominent amount of her time on this account bugging another account, Abigail Simmons, some kind of governmental worker >She keeps sending her images of shredded up paper work
>>178579 Imagine looking at Bonnie and knowing >what her fat tiddies look like under her shirt >that some other woman (derogatory) has gotten her hands on them Good thing she teaches elementary, because that'd drive a high schooler to suicide.
>>178582 >Jane in her spare time works at the Solver War Museum >She is a top contributor in the mutant section, mostly pictures of dead mutants, their clothes, what they had on them >They have no idea where she got this stuff
>>178585 Oh Well Post War is more fun because they would know each other and have developed characteristics and backgrounds you can joke about in a post war timeline compared to a no war one So Im choosing to ignore that part
>Serial Identification - 808, Callsign: “Hopper”. Role and position of the Wolfdogs squad: Reconnaissance. >In her old life before the war, Hawaii native Kai Kitagawa was an acrobatic that had dreams of being in the olympic games and had continuously pushed the limits to her body on the brink of exhaustion. A natural adrenaline junky to put it bluntly. >When the Solver War began, she was drafted in the newly reformed 442nd infantry regiment. In there, she had always preferred mobility over protection as the excess weight would only drop her down. >Joining VSOTF and the Wolfdogs, SI-808 is the one to scout ahead and alert her team of nearby dangers or points of interest. >Fitting for being the most mobile member of the squad, 808 is given a jump-pack to help her gain access to hard to reach areas and mobile advantage in a firefight.
>Want a freak of nature dead, like DEAD dead? Well SI-702 is your kind of guy. >Serial Identification - 702 codename; “the wall” is the heavy weapons and explosives expert of the WolfDog squadron. >Prior his time as VSTOF or even a grunt in the army during the solver war. Nolan Cunningham was a popular middle linebacker for Las Vegas’ football team. >Even back then, he was known by his nickname by fans and opposing teams alike due to his sheer size and his successful defense. >dualing the role as both the heavy weapons and demo expert, there’s no such thing as overkill in his vocabulary. If there’s a fully intact Disassembly Drone or a Mutant that hasn’t been vaporized yet, 702 would fix that right up. >For his special anti-DD equipment. He carries around a special EOD suit that had been crafted using the resilient wings of the Disassembly Drones that are capable of deflecting gunfire from an Apache helicopter. >On hand, he is seen carrying a M249 Saw Light Machine Gun, an M32A1 Rotary Grenade Launcher and an assortment of explosives he can throw or plant. >Murder Drones beware. >[b]You’re up against the wall and HE, is the fucking wall.[\b]
>In any warfare, Information is vital. >For in the right hands, the scales of victory or death can be tipped in the users. >For the Wolfdogs, their eyes and ears would belong to Serial Identification - 771, Callsign: “Spook” >Spook, like his would suggest, was former CIA, When there *was* still a CIA. >Working as an Analyst, Everett Hastings spent his career gathering information throughout the world and reporting them to his higher ups should something seem suspicious. He was an expert in his job and was one of the few analysts that had worked during the early days of the solver war and provided fresh intel. >As the man responsible for surveillance, Spook keeps his squad informed on a need to know basis, providing them with any tactical advantage there is, and any disadvantages for the enemy. >In battle, he carries around an anti material rifle with ammunition that would clip the wings of a double Delta in mid-flight. >Spook’s special Anti-DD choice of gear is a special panoramic NVG that uses reverse engineered Disassembly Drone eye bulbs. What they can see is now what he can see and uses them to ensure that the murder drones would never get the drop on him or the other wolfdogs.
>Even in the war between life and death against the Solver, the scientific process still continues to Endure. >Serial Identification - 214 Callsign; “Hazmat” is the WolfDog’s field scientist, responsible for the sample collection of any disassembly drone and solver mutant that the WolfDogs would come across on the field, as well as checking any survivors if they had been infected. >Born in Dallas Texas, Thomas Hermandez - like his squadmate 771 - was already working for the government prior to the war as a CDC worker. >When the war began, the CDC and Thomas were called to help set up containment and relief for those who had contracted a new found sickness. >Only to be met with the first instance of human Solver mutants. >On the field, SI-214 carries an assault rifle, a handheld scanner that would scan someone if they are infected or not, some medical supplies to act as a medic if necessary and a variety of tools that carry an “anti-solver” agent that would eat through contaminated flesh. >Like all of the Wolfdogs, Hazmat carries an anti-DD gear. >Similar to SI-771 hidden blades, Hazmat carries a gauntlet that has a large vial of nanite acid scavenged from disassembly drones with a large retractable needle. >For added user friendliness, the glass viral is made of bullet proof glass, to ensure that the viral won't leak out. >He’s no doctor but he will cure this plight. >One bullet at a time.
>Serial Identification - 385, Codnamed: “Firebug”, pyro/CQC of the WolfDog squadation is an…interesting individual to say the least. >Formerly lived in Salt Lake City, Utah. Sister Abigail (no last name was given nor found) was once part of a nunnery prior to the war. She had also turned out to be the 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 surviving nun of her convent. >Unlike the rest of her team, she had remained a civilian until her recruitment into the VSOTF program. >While devoted to humanity like the rest of her siblings in arms, her devotion in god also equally burns as well, seeing the solver and its machinations as devil incarnate. >Though a part of a military unit, she still dresses like a nun, If said nun wore tactical latex and an ominous skull-like mask. >As the Pyromancer of the team, Firebug’s duty is to purge the wickedness of the Solver and its taint with holy flame. >SI-385 carries around an old trench shotgun that carries dragonbreath shots, and a pair of pistols for sexy gun nun action. >Her Anti-DD gadget of choice is not a retrofitted Disassembly Drone part, but actually a flamethrower that blasts Magnesium flames. >Seriously, does she not know how tight her outfit is? Doesn’t leave much room for the imagination.
>>178585 Jane got hit by a truck and went into a coma for a week. She awoke suddenly, frothing at the mouth, yelling about having to "purge the wicked" and that she had to go back so that she could "cleanse the earth of mutant filth." It took 6 doctors to strap her down.
If it wasn’t for this games existence >most if not all of your favorite OCs would exist >md threads might not even still exist today at least not how we have them No this won’t make any sense to you