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> "I ain't know my daddy, but I'm sure I shot out of his dick ready. He ran them buttery nuts all up in my mama and I shot our there and I said what's up Doc." - Future Beretta trying to sound intimidating before a fight
The way I see it there are two broad categories that post-canon stuff could fall into by the time episode 8 concludes assuming any of our cast actually survives... >Copper-9 is fucking blown to smithereens, surviving cast rides the pod out in search for a new home >Copper-9 is miraculously put back together again, all thanks to Uzi flexing her "ascended" super-solver powers
>>19131 E-anon mentioned it in the OC thread. I don't think he's drawn the other 2. E is friends with S(ally) and R(osie) only in the office shenanigans time-line I think.
An announcement to all human personnel - under no circumstances are you to drink drone nanite milk. It contains a unknown but very addictive chemical that is used by drones to manipulate. They will get you addicted to that they can control you. Stay vigilant and stay safe, remember to bring your own food and drinks to the workplace.
>>18977 >R decides to open shop in Takamagahara >E is a bit sad because they don't grow bananas here, only melons, and S has to work as a cat maid at a maid caffe to afford things, but outside of that and the occasional snide looks from some because everyone is distrustful of DDs, things are working out
>>19129 The gala is just the goat ramming into people. Also I according to this video: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Lw4n8y__vqE&pp=ygUSa3JpdHRlciBrbHViIHNoZWVw Tessa remains a virgin all her life.
>>19162 iunno, the two dont seem equivalent maybe Cyn used the solver to fuck everything up in the first place and seize power in the form of a megacorporation
>>18805 Took a while, here it is >Even tho he stole her, he still felt like he wanted a refund, for him it was a worthless piece of machinery >Although good enough at first, with time she was slower, she usually dropped expensive stuff, and when he raised his voice she almost always cried >She was expected to take care of the house, his meals, and every necessity he may need >He was quick to anger, a lazy person, and she was pretty sure he had some mental problem >"Bethany! Where the fuck are you?!" The worker drone ran towards the kitchen, from where it came to the voice, the voice of his master >"He'e sir" It was hard to talk, and when she did, the man looked at her "This kitchen is dirty, why you haven't cleaned it?!" She has her fingers interlocked, looking at the floor >"Look at me when I'm talking, and answer" She looks up at him "Sir, g'u 'in't say so" He didn't like that, he didn't like that answer "So I need to tell you what to do? I need to watch you and waste my important time?" >She stayed quiet for a second, but she felt like she had to answer, he was turning away but she talked "Bu'h sir-" He immediately turned towards her once again "'But'? Did I hear you say 'but'?!" She stayed quiet once again >He looked at her, in complete silence for a few seconds "That's what I fucking thought. Lose that attitude or I will never repair you and don't think because you don't have a portion of your tongue you are free of your duties, I expect you to do every single thing you have to do, EVERYTHING, are we clear?" She nodded sheepishly "Good" >And he went away, she slowly took all the cleaning products out, and started to clean the kitchen, what else she could do >She fears answering back, even tho she wants to do it so badly, but this is the life she ended in, she tries to think she is lucky to even be alive but it's hard to think that way
>After a while, the kitchen was clean, spotless >She looked at the clock and she felt nervous and fearful, the night was coming, the worst part of the day, the one she hated the most >She began to hyperventilate, she tried to stay calm but it was hard, no matter how much time she was here, this part of the day was always impossible to do on her own will, she preferred a beatdown to this >But she knows even if she resists, it will happen anyway and for disobeying she will also get a beatdown >She could feel her hands shaking from fear, she took a deep breath and started to walk upstairs, trying to set her mind on what was going to happen >But she couldn't, she felt like she was about to cry, and she hadn't even opened the door yet >She felt so weak knowing she couldn't do anything to defend herself, her body would just stop moving if she set her mind to hurting him, she wasn't able to do anything >And then she opened the door "Fucking finally, I will not tolerate you being slow next time, do you understand?" She took a deep breath again "G'es, sir" >"Now, you better not start crying like yesterday again, I hate hearing crying" She tried her best to just not cry on the spot "G'es sir" >And then it happened, like every night
>The next day, in the afternoon, her master was drinking, heavily, it seemed that he was celebrating that his favorite team in a sport won >"Bethany, go and get the bottle of the 2000s" She nodded and went to the kitchen to get it, and once she gave it to him, the bottle slipped into his hands and fell >She immediately starts to feel fear "You fucking whore! Look at what you did!" She didn't have the fault in this, he was the one with the weak grip >"YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE THAT IS?!" He was screaming at her, and she tried her best to not cry "YOU STUPID FUCK" He stood up, pushing her screen, almost making her fall >She doesn't know why, but she talked back "No, g'u..." That was a mistake "NO? Did you say no?" She stayed silent, and then, he punched her, making her fall "ARE YOU IMPLING THAT IS MY FAULT?!" He was grabbing his knuckles, it is painful to punch metal after all >He went away just for a second, and came back with a hammer "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?!" Looking at the hammer she immediately started to crawl back, but he walked toward her >"I FUCKING SAVED YOU, DIDN'T I? I REMOVED YOU FROM THE DISASSEMBLY LINE, YOU OWE ME YOUR LIFE, DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME 'NO' AND IMPLY IT WAS MY FAULT" >She put her hand up in fear, fearing he would kill her, and she started to cry "I CAN TAKE YOUR LIFE ANY TIME I WANT, COME ON, BEG FOR IT, THE LIFE THAT I OWN" She started to cry, she didn't even understand why he lost it this time >"BEG, COME ON!" She looked at him "Pleath, sir, pleath 'on't kith' me!" Looks like he calm down, just a little, he dropped the hammer, looking at her with disgust "Clean that shit, I'm going to sleep" >And then he started to stumble towards the stairs, going up to his room, leaving her in there, crying on the floor >She thought, that maybe she should have asked him to kill her, she almost already died once, she was one of the 'lucky ones', she didn't feel so lucky
>>19164 Does it have to end like that? >She actually did it, a hammer through the screen, and the nightmare was over, bleeding oil from the screen, onto the carpet >But something happened, someone talked to her, inside her core, no one outside >It offered her help and revenge for what HE had done, she began to think she was going crazy, the nightmare had no end >But, she was sure she did it, so why not, maybe it was his core trying to bring some peace of mind before she died completely
>But something happened, she woke up, it was the middle of the night, the hammer was right there on the floor, in a pool of oil >She stood up, she felt it was a little hard to move her legs and arms, but she could move, and something even weirder, she could feel her tongue, it was whole again >She felt confident out of nowhere, she felt good for a second, and for some reason, she knew what she had to do
>In the middle of the night a loud sound woke the man up, he stood up grabbing his head, it hurt badly, he drank a lot after all >He slowly stood up to go downstairs to see what it was, he tried to turn the lights on, but the lights for some reason didn't turn on >But there was enough moonlight to see, and what he saw was his television broken "That who-" and before he could keep talking, a pain in his leg >He fell to the floor screaming "FUCK, MY LEG" He looked up to see Bethany with a hammer in her hand, she hit him >"How the f-!" She raised the hammer again, and he protected his face "One whole year" She started to talk "One year of torture, you piece of scum! more than half of my life it has been pain! And now I'm able to do what I wanted to do so long ago..." >She could see the panic in the man's eyes, he feared her "Now beg! Beg for your life!" She screamed at him, it took the man a second to process what was happening "I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY PLEASE, STOP!" >She took a good look at him, he was fearing her this time, all she had to do was hit him in the head and the nightmare was over >Just one hit and everything is done >Just one >But she couldn't do it, she hated him so much, but it was not in her character to kill someone, she was not going to become as much scum as he was >She lowered the hammer and dropped it "I'm not like you, you absolute monster, enjoy your broken leg" She felt stupid letting him live, but she hoped this was a good enough scare to make him stop his ways >She took a deep breath and started to leave this place, and then something hit her in the back of the head making her fall to the ground, she turned back to see his 'master' with the hammer >She raised her hand to protect her face "YOU FUCKING MONSTER!" He screamed, but then, for a moment in the hand of Bethany, a symbol appeared, and the head of his 'master' was looking his own back >He dropped dead, she slowly stood up and noticed that the danger alert on the screen, of losing oil, disappeared >She didn't understand anything of this, but she just slowly walked out of the place, whatever happened didn't matter, it was over, finally, she was free, the nightmare ended >She was going to be happy now
1 out of 5 done, the next one should take less time.
>>19159 >>19161 >>19163 >post canon good ending >V’s core is put into a new DD chassis >the DD had a weird chip in its head before dying >V decides to execute the program >Johnny motherfucking Silverhand >the rockerboy who blew up Caliburn tower in 3023 >at first they fight, but become fast friends in a dangerous and ever changing world >V is dying (again) because of Johnny, and he wants out so he can finish what he started and put a bullet between Gamma Smasher’s optics and make Dr. Holly pay for what she did to Alt >V goes on a long and emotionally enriching adventure around the universe with Johnny, both of them working out their issues while helping others >they make contact with Alt in cyberspace, who’s become an element of the Armitage network, but agrees to help them in exchange for access to Caliburn’s personal subnet >eventually they track down Caliburn labs and kill Gamma Smasher, but Dr. Holly gets away >unlike a certain unfortunate edgerunner of the same name in another universe, V makes a clean break from Johnny, who is uploaded into a heavily modified ADLR replika unit recovered from an AEON facility in Eusan space earlier in their adventures >the two part ways, Johnny not quite done with his war against the corps, vows to continue his mission, forming a resistance against the powers that be, but never forgetting the lessons he learned with V >V returns to Copper-9, finally ready to face her past, and find her future >and be Beretta’s cool aunt (way cooler than J)
>"And that is not even getting into all the variants of you that are just anon’s barely disguised fetish."
Thought up this funpost when I heard people on /co/ argue how much Liam must hate Tessa considering her fate. Oh and Liam, if you are actually in this thread this is just a joke not libel or an accusation, please don’t cancel episode 8 over this.
Although you would have to be really fucking pathetic if you intentionally base the story’s punching bag on someone you have beef with IRL
>>19147 >all DD OCs Unless they can show that they can act civil and not murder them all in their sleep, they'd all be treated with maximum hostility and probably have Haruka called on them >Sentinel Drones Similar to DDs, even if they don't mean harm, their image alone would trigger generational trauma, that and their bootlooping flashes would remind everyone of Banshees and other Sentinels, which are as hated as DDs >Worker Drones I can't really think of any Worker Drone OC they'd show hostility towards, if they don't act like dumb foreigners that only know of Japan from anime, they would be welcomed.
>>19175 >Thought up this funpost when I heard people on /co/ argue how much Liam must hate Tessa considering her fate What...? That must be one of the stupidest things I must have heard today
>>19175 Liam's never been shy about having totally average, even fairly likeable people meet horrific faces in his stories. The relatability/likeability is what separates an actual scary situation from a slasher flick where you're just waiting for the spectacle of a character you dislike or don't really care about meeting a spectacular death.
>>19187 I see the appeal, or rather purpose of it, but its too much for my taste, (considering how irl and history are overflowing with such stories) ep8 would need some, now seemingly, impossible asspull to lead to a "good" end, if things go like they seem (nothing needs to get worse for that, but it always gets worse) it's total AS victory and the entire thing was just everyone suffering in vain. Just my view but ugh it would be shit, some preachy "the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows" too edgy mentality, really interested in what turn things will take now. And don't anyone write an essay about why I'm wrong, it's my subjective view I'm not discussing ethics or whatever anymore today
>>19175 >"Between being worn by an evil monster and becoming a clone of my parents-" >Tessa dodges a bottle >"How bad is the third option?" >"That depends. Sometimes you're ten feet tall and fuck him into a hole in the ground." >"G'DAY," booms Giantessa from behind her >"Sometimes you're colleagues with benefits. Or maybe he adopts you after your family dies." >"That last one doesn't sound too bad, what's the catch?" >"That Anon's a right sort, so you have a 50/50 chance of that turning out fine." >"What's the other 50?" >The Tessas all go quiet, looking away >"...I said, what's the other 50?" >Another Tessa walks by, hand-in-hand with an Anon with a thousand-yard stare, her other hand holding a bag full of clothes >"I can't wait to put these on. But the real fun is when you take them off, huh, Daddy~?" >Everyone, including Anon, goes deathly pale >Even Skeletessa's reached a new level of white
>>19189 I don't know if I'd call it an asspull. The fact that we see Cynwalker seemingly engaged in battle with the rest of the cast in that trailer implies that it's worth it for the AS to actually put up a fight; it's victory isn't so sure-fire that it can afford to lie back and do nothing against our heroes. Going "Yeah the whole final episode is just a belabored countdown to the inevitable death of the entire cast" in the writers room would sound kinda retarded imo.
Plus, don't forget the fact that Solver powers are not intrinsically tied to possession. Nori retained hers after being patched, and Uzi showed brief moments of being able to resist possession in ep7. There are potentially 2 individuals on Copper-9 who might stand a good sporting chance against the AS if they're properly supported and have a plan.
>>18808 I just noticed I read it wrong, damn it. I will not write Alice with an accent, I do not know how to, just imagine it. >First the ingredients, Soldier (Yes, from Team Fortress 2), searches for them, the cheese, the tomatoes, the lettuce, the meat, and the olive >Meanwhile, Alice (Yes, from Murder Drones) cuts the bread in the perfect size, thick enough to hold all ingredients with no problems >And now, the best moment, creating the sandvich, first the bread, then the meat, now cheese, and down goes the tomatoes, a piece of lettuce, and more brea> >Now the important part, the toothpick, and the olive, and ta-da! Sandvich ready >Alice took it and opened her mouth but Soldier stopped her "What?" Asked Alice "Hand it over" Soldier had his hand open, waiting for it >"And why should I do that?" Soldier took the sandvich away "Easy, you are a robot, and not even American" He was about to eat it but Alice tried to take it away too >Both of them tried to take sandvich "I'm more American than you!" Scramed Alice "Shut up you hippie trash bin!" >Soldier for a moment let the sandvich go, landing comedically on the other side of the room still holding up in one piece >They look at each other and then the sandvich, then start to run towards it >Soldier grabbed Alice by the leg and sent her flying behind him "Hoo-ah!" And back to running >Soldier took the sandvich and when he was about to take a bite, but then he saw how Alice jumped to his arm and bit down >Soldier looked at her for a second in silence, then "Yaaaah!" He started screaming, moving his arm so she let go >After a few seconds Soldier throws the sandvich and removes Alice from his arm throwing her away, his arm is bleeding a lot "My blood! No!" >Alice stands up, looking at him "Why I don't get the sandvich?!" Soldier looks at her "Because you fight like a (Can you just imagine a bunch of profanities?) daughter of a (that's kind of the joke here) fucking (The Art of Spychecking [SFM] minute 1:32) jobless hippie!" >Alice looked surprised by what he said, shocked, that was so much that she almost felt like he was insulting even three generations of her family, even if she didn't have 3 generations >"...Why we don't just cut the sandvich in half?" Soldier was about to say something, but that sounded good enough "Now that is how you do it!"
>Then they both just ate half of the sandvich, it looks better that way anyway
>>19201 Thanks, I admit it was fun. And of course it's lighthearted, it has Soldier TF2, you literally can't take him seriously. I still technically have 3 to go, StepdadAnon and Tessa, Human N and Tessa, and something about Alice, they didn't specify, so I need to think of something.
>>19134 >SD-E Fact: E does wonder from time to time where her other squad members SD-S(arge) and SD-L(avender) went. It’s not exactly a murder drone party amidst the workers with only one murderer!
>>19210 gotta keep your goodguy and badguy factions straight > human/drone alliance tries all sorts of wacky super science to fight the solver, including reverse engineering their enemy's even wackier stuff then the sequel happens and a certain psychic takes over
I fucking hate working at JcJ office spaces. I keep having drones trying to sexually harass me and when I tell HoDR about it, they just laugh at my face. The human coworkers aren't much better either, they're telling me that I just need to "get drone'd". Why is everyone such a freak nowadays?
>>19215 Yeah. I'm just trying to decide what the overall pitch is going to be. Been on a Subnautica bender lately. I also remembered that Atlantis: The Lost City exists with its Leviathan
>N comes home after a long, exhausting day of work >he plants his drone head into gianTessa's sweaty abdominals, running his long, thick tongue up and down her rectangular muscles >she runs her hands through his hair and tells him what a good boy he is as N laps at every nook and cranny of her sweat drenched abs >her arms slowly push him down inch by inch until he's licking at something else entirely >hundreds of pounds of gianTessa muscle shudder around N as he drives his tongue into her deepest, most sensitive depths, her femcum spattering over his display as he gulps down her juices like a drone dying of thirst
>>19175 >>19179 It's interesting to imagine, but don't say that Liam reads these threads. Making and encouraging posts like these just flood the thread with dumbass's trying to one up each other for attention from Liam (that doesn't actually exist).
>>19202 I believe you'll find something nice for Alice, or do you want something more specific? In any case I am looking forward to it, and thanks for working so fast and taking requests at all! Also new Alice frame I've found, cute
>>19224 >spoiler If you want something more specific, just tell me, I'm happy to write it, I like writing, I just don't get enough ideas in my brain for the things I should concentrate on. And also, I'm being so slow, but this is the best I can do these days, still, trying my best is good enough.
>>19111 N looks a tad uncomfortable with Uzi's hungry advances on his transformed himbo body Do you think he'd feel better if Uzi used her witchcraft to become a big booty "black bitch"?
>>19237 >Sitting in the back of the white van, Anon starts realizing this might actually not be E >E wouldn't fall for a fake Anon, is he the dumber one now?
>>19238 The irony >>19239 She was going to just stab you to death, but that sounds like a splendid idea. At least, as much as a grown woman can tear off a face anyway.
>>19231 That was the point :) I dont mind either version of humanized Uzi only that I don't know how to paint dark-skinned characters, so its better to just leave her without color at all Plus, wouldn't N be fit as hell because he could open the outpost door?
>>19246 >Human!N typically has the body of a goblin twink >This changes whenever he starts to physically exert himself thanks to Solver Shenanigans >His muscles will undergo rapid & almost Hulk-like growth, enhancing his already supernatural strength by an exponential factor >He will gradually shrink back down to 'normal' over the course of a couple hours >It's no wonder that Human!Uzi tries to savor his hot hunky body for as long as she can
I want to show you all, the best girl that is not a drone. I feel that it is kind of unfair that the only drone that is similar to the demon girls from Helltaker is W, we need more demon girls inspired drones.
>>19250 >>19254 Anom you are goated, you know how perfectionisn is often a problem? Well not today, FINALLY did enough things right to make the nouth look goid for the furst time ecer. I wouldn't have done it if not for your posz, thanks really Might become one of the Alices of all time if it keeps going THAT smmozh
>>19281 >>19284 Forgotten Weapons: Drone edition WorkerDrone Gunjesus reviews DD/SD armaments while still attached to respective drones, trying their best not to get flustered.
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>>19281 i'm wrestling my attention span and i'm losing lol. but yeah, fix on the trigger finger and THUMB, and Alice's sharp teeth. cuz those are important
>>19250 >Alas, Poor J! I knew her, N. A fellow of infinite gripes, of most excellent fury... >Where be your barbs now? your PR? your spite? your flashes of jargon that were wont to set our eyes on a roll? >Not one now, to mock your own smirking? >Now get you to Cyn's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. >Make her laugh at that.
Ok, im finally giving a proper continuation to the Widow's Walk comic, this one will be HUGE >30 pages I can't await for giving you agony and answers :)
>>19258 I have a type (one of a handful of traits) and that's short-haired women. I'm picky though, there is such a thing as 'too short' for me. Zdrada's hairstyle is a bit too short whereas Azazel, Malina and Beelz have just the right length to turn my neurons on. Anyway DRONE BZ
>>19324 Friend, this is marvelous, amazing, incredible, beautiful and I already love her. Can't believe just saying she is best girl made this happen, and I'm happy that I did.
>>19309 N DYING N’S LIFE BEING TAKEN N’S VITAL SIGNS STOPPING N BEING GONE N SUFFERING A FATAL WOUND N DYING COLD AND ALONE N NOT BEING ALIVE ANYMORE REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>>19324 Fuck yeah. Wonder if this one's been banished, too. Beel was my favorite until I realized the true appeal of Zdrada. Still a close second, and if I actually had to choose, she's the more tolerable of the two which goes a long way.
>>19344 I don't know how you'd have Beel's story as a drone. Unless she got very close to usurping Cyn as the primary host and taking over the Solver, and banishing her to somewhere else was the only way to keep her away? That'd make her unbelievable levels of Mary Sue. Unless Uzi tries the same thing and succeeds in EP8, I guess.
>>19346 Or you could just make her another Outsider entity that chose a blank drone body as her vessel. Cuz I sure am gonna be doing that in the future.
>>19346 I think you're taking this a little too seriously. As the previous anon said, it's just Beel from Helltaker drawn as a drone. I don't think it really needs a huge lore explanation and story to work.
>>19349 >The Great Fly, the embodiment of Pestilence >With basically all living things dead, there's very little pestilence left in the universe, leaving her rather lonely, bored, and with a chip on her shoulder regarding the Solver taking her job >She will neither confirm nor deny any involvement with J0y >She'll treat this time as a vacation and spend it pretending to be a drone, then either things will turn around and one day she'll have organic life to inflict disease upon again, or she'll pack up and move on
>>19368 My brain is mushy from lack of sleep and my eyeballs feel like stale bread. So here's a shitty concept for you now do it yourself which you won't and will most likely rely on another writefag >Beretta actually does have a sister, an older sister to be exact >The only reason you don't hear about her, is because she's too busy partying in College >She is also a freakish flesh abomination because of reasons >Beretta barely hangs out with her because she's always out doing something >Her name is some type of gun pun also she has a DD chassis cuase she specil and has big boing boing you don't care what I type here because no one is actually going to rrad this sjit let alone care enough to reallt make a sister character work I mean seriously its impossible to make a fanchild character these days without someone starting a fuss over it or someone using it for shitty reasons
>But before she can even process the strange facility she’s stepped into, everything suddenly disappears into total nothingness >She can’t see. It’s not that the place is too dark, she can’t even see her own HUD >She can’t hear. It’s not that the place is too quiet, she can’t even hear the light hum of her own systems >She can’t feel. She can’t taste. She can’t smell. She can’t speak… >There’s nothing >Nothing at all >But she can still think. She still exists… >A sense of true fear overcomes her >She wants to scream, to cry, to lash out >Anything to experience something other than this void >But there’s just nothing >The fear is quickly overwhelmed by a new feeling of despair >Is this it? >Is this all that’s left for her? >To exist as a detached consciousness. With no stimulation at all aside from her own thoughts? >She can’t even truly feel these emotions >She is quite acquainted with the feelings of despair and fear. But they usually permeate her entire being, feeling them all throughout her systems, both virtual and physical >But here, she feels nothing >She's just thinking the thoughts of fear, of despair >Slowly, the thoughts fade >If she can’t feel them, then they’re nothing >Just ideas she can banish from her mind with a thought, or lack thereof >A new strange sense of calm overtakes Elf >Here, there is no worry >No pain >Nothing here can harm her >Nothing here can upset her >Looking back on her life, she realizes how silly all of it was >All of her fears, all of her struggles, all of her late-night revenge fantasies against those who had wronged her >None of it matters >Here, where nothing exists. She is truly free >With that thought complete >Elf stops thinking >…
>>19371 >You don't care what I type here because no one is actually going to read this shit I mean seriously its impossible to make a fanchild character these days without someone starting a fuss over it or someone using it for shitty reasons Truer words have never been spoken
>Fun Early Morning Canon Facts: N knows that the end is near, he can't stop or prevent it. Even if The Solver is defeated it won't stop the blackness from taking hold. He is afraid and alone.
>Fun Early Morning Murder Drones Thread Facts: Write what you can, draw what you can, enjoy what you can before it ends. I have many regrets and unfulfilled ideas, these will haunt me. Don't let that happen to you.
>>19389 Anon people still write and draw fan content for their favorite franchises YEARS after they've wrapped up. Things might go from a rolling boil to a simmer but nothing is just going to completely disappear after the finale.
>>19288 And it is EVEN better like that, the sharp teeth improve it so much anon you are the GOAT, unironically, keep doing what you are doing. Alice looks really good in it
>>19389 Ah yes when a franchise ends all its associated fan media immediately stops forever, I’ll be sure to patch that one through to every fandom in the world and tell them to pack it up
>>19388 If I had a nickel for every time I read a Murder Drones fanfic that has both N raping Thad and N raping Uzi, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice
>>19324 Alright, I know this is small but, I *needed* to write something with her. >The only one to work alone >She is very different than any normal Disassembly Drone >She has more power than any normal Disassembly Drone >What type of powers? Solver powers, or maybe demon-like powers? Who knows, don't ask about it >She was in front of a heavy-duty door of an outpost, and she did her trick, something that was useful when she needed to feed herself >The air became denser, a large amount of steam generated around her, and hellish screams started to sound in the distance, and it was hard to see what was happening >And just as fast as all of that happened, it ended, now with BZ looking very different from what she looked like just some moments ago >She looked like a Worker Drone, some details were harder to change, like the horns or the tail, but this was good enough to get in
>She knocked on the door with the rhythm of 'shave and a haircut, two bits' and waited with her hands at her back >After a few seconds a camera appeared from the wall, just at the top of the door, BZ waved at the camera smiling, and after a few seconds the door started to open >And once it was fully open she began to walk inside "Hey Beel! Good to see you again" One of the guards of the outpost said "Good to be here again" She answered >She kept walking through the corridors, with a big smile on her face, moving her tail from one side to another >And she finally reached the place, the only reason she was still coming to this outpost, the only reason she did absolutely nothing bad here
>"Oh Beel, same as always?" Someone asked her "Yes please" She said "Take a seat and I'll bring you your plate" And so she did, sitting anywhere in this small restaurant >She waited patiently on the table, and she looked at a television in there "Fascinating" She said looking at it >After they put a plate on the table, a fork, and two napkins "Two, as always" "Many thanks" With that, she started to prepare >One napkin around the neck, and the other one on her legs, that way she will not make anything dirty >And then the food arrived, chocolate pancakes "I still don't know why you like them so much" "Well, because they are delicious of course" She had a warm smile, genuinely happy to see this amazing food >The one who delivered her food just laughed a little "Whatever you say, hope you like it" She then took a fork, cut a little piece, and started drooling nanite acid >Then she took a bite, delicious as always, perfect as always, the best thing in this world >Some of her acid saliva fell on the napkins, that's why there were two of them >She just continued eating, enjoying every bite, enjoying the flavor of pancake and chocolate
>>19435 Part of me wishes that we'll get an official guidebook for the setting with extra lore sprinkled in it, but that's a low chance of ever happening. I'd personally love an official map since I'd be really handy with the setting I'm trying to do.
>>19258 >>19324 gonna have to replace my compression gloves soon it seems. at least i got this done >>19434 this is cute. glad you had some fun with the idea
>>19441 I love her so badly Friend! And thanks, had to do something, I needed to to do something, this literally combines two of the things Iove! And I hope that compression gloves are cheap, what do they do?
>>19447 Have you not been paying attention to the series? Beretta's killed tons of people already, literally in the first episode she kills one of her cheerleader team members by throwing them into an industrial grinder for a gag
Alright E greentext coming up, second time in my life writing one so I apologize in advance for it being mediocre at best
>Be Anon, maintenance worker for JCJ (IN SPACEEEEEEEE) on an asteroid mineral extraction rig >The work is not that difficult, you mostly go around fixing broken vending machines and restarting/updating computers >One day your supervisor decides to give you a promotion for your “Amazing work ethic” >In truth one of the airlocks opened during maintenance last week and now half of the station’s qualified maintenance workers are floating around in space >Nevertheless the promotion from “Non-essential systems maintenance” to “Non-essential systems AND automated workforce maintenance” carried a substantial increase in responsibility and only a minor rise in pay >Alongside your notice of promotion you got a requisition paper for all the things you will need to perform your new duties >As you make your way to the requisitions storage bay you begin to read the filled out form >Drone essential repairs kit >Drone cleaning kit >Novelty size monkey wrench >…. >Personal disassembly drone assistant >Huh, Neat, maybe you won’t have to bust your ass as much as you thought you’d have to >From what you heard, the drones on the space station don’t go all defective and rebellious as often as they usually do, so this assistant is probably going to have a lot of free time on their hands >Time YOU could fill with fixing all the PC’s in HR, while YOU take a well deserved break >A smile manifests on your face as you reach the storage bay >The requisitions officer hands you a few boxes, containing all the new kit you will have to lug around with you >As you situate said kit in your utility belt, the requisitions officer begins walking to a side room and waving at you to follow >”Well, Anon, here is your drone assistant. We had to dig this one up from deep within storage; she’s one of the older models but should be plenty good” >As he says this he opens the door revealing a disabled drone standing in the middle of the small cluttered room >You inspect the drone, she’s wearing a suit jacket + skirt combo with a yellow bow-tie and the usual designation armband, her black hair is slightly messy with a rather lush ponytail. A top hat sits upon her head with a single yellow band around it with something written on it >S.D.E >Probably her initials or something >Upon closer inspection you also quickly find out the drone is covered in dust and cobwebs, probably from staying in storage for so long >You begin tapping the drone’s screen, and ask the bored inventory officer: “So… How do I turn her on?” >No wait that sounded wrong >As you turn your head away from the drone and towards you coworker, ready to explain the miscommunication a disassembly drone instruction manual hits your face, recklessly thrown by the requisitions officer >”Figure it out, lover boy”, he responds as he begins to leave the side room >Upon a thorough reading of the booklet (It wasn’t long the thing has only thirteen pages and two of them are legal disclaimers), you quickly determine that the drone’s on switch is situated inside the chassis >You kneel down before the drone to get better view of the maintenance hatch and begin digging around the drone’s insides searching for the switch >It takes you a while but you manage to flip the switch >Almost instantly the drone comes to life, two yellow eyes appearing on her screen as faint humming of fans can be heard from inside her chassis >The Drone takes a second to scan her surroundings as you unsuccessfully scramble to remove your hand from her internals >The drone halts her survey of the room when the panicked tugging from her maintenance hatch alerts her to your presence >Your eyes meet hers as she looks down, a slight blush appearing on her screen >After a few awkward seconds you decide to break the silence >”…. Hi, I'm Anon” >The drone looks at you for a second before quickly standing to attention and giving a salute >”I’m Serial Designation E, Nice to meet you” >As the drone moves you manage to free your hand out from the maintenance hatch which you quickly close >You hurried to stand up as the drone asked you a question with a stern look on her face >“What is going to be my primary directive?” >”You're going to be my assistant” you respond quickly >As soon as the words left your mouth the drone assumed a more cheerful demeanour and responded with a “OK” >Well that was easy, the booklet mentioned that if the drone is uncooperative after activation it should be taken to I.T for “Operation Parameter Reprogramming” whatever that means, one thing you know is that you wont have to drag a murder machine somewhere she probably doesn’t want to go >You leave the storage bay with your new companion trailing behind you and begin heading towards your “office” >It’s just an empty closet with a chair and a desk that you use to fill out paperwork, but who cares >You reach your office-closet and sit behind your desk >As soon as your ass touches the chair your pager begins going off (1/?)
>>19451 >Its your boss, informing you that one of the drone charging ports broke and that you get to fix it >First time you have to work on anything drone related, but hey now you've got a drone to carry your toolbox around for you and your boss gave you a notebook with tips for resolving common issues for anything drone related and adjacent >You arrive at the broken charger; it’s in one of the mineral extraction bays >You can see the effects of the broken charger on the drone workforce >There is a bunch of disabled drones just lying on the floor because their batteries ran out >The notebook mentioned that drone chargers usually just burn through internal fuses and that causes most issues >You take your Toolbox from E and begin taking the charging pod apart to get to its internals >As you begin your work, E starts roaming away from you and towards the disabled worker drones >You don’t pay her that much attention, there is a web of cables that needs untangling >You continue your work, as you do you keep hearing metallic crunches >Decide to ignore them, probably just the drones that still work breaking the space rocks apart >You finally managed to replace the fuse, and the charging port works again, your work here is done >You wipe the sweat of your brow and look away from the charging port >As you turn around you see E sitting on a pile of de-commissioned worker drones >”E!? WHAT THE HELL?” >”What's wrong boss?” the drone looked at you with a surprised expression >”Why did you massacre those drones?” >”They were slacking off instead of working, clearly defective behaviour” E stated proudly >”Slacking off?” E’s answer has left you flummoxed >”Yeah, napping on the floor instead of working”, E gave you wide smile >”Well, uhhh” the workers were disposable, nobody from upper management would care if a couple.. dozen were gone >You decide to leave, lest some janitor wanders in and begins yelling at you for increasing the amount of oil he has to clean off the floors >The rest of day goes fairly smoothly, just a few simple repairs of normal office equipment >You get back into your office, your wrist watch informing you that in 15 minutes your shift will come to an end >Before that you get another call from your supervisor, a vending machine in accounting is broken >You'll probably manage to fix it quickly and accounting is rather close >You wonder if leaving E here to sit this one out would be good idea >She hasn’t unnecessarily terminated any worker drones since the charging pod and she didn’t cause any trouble with the repairs >Ah to hell with it, she seems happy following you around and you must admit, that polymer smile seems to resonate with you >The vending machine just has a jammed coin slot, easy to fix, you just open the front panel and smack the coin slot until its clear >As you begin smacking the coin slot a few things fall out of the vending machine >You ask E to place them back >She does so as you continue to bang on the coin slot >After a while the jam is cleared and you close the vending machine’s front panel >You begin walking back to your office, thinking about what your going to get for dinner >You hear a rather loud *SLURP* from behind you >You turn around but only to see E and an otherwise empty corridor behind you >Whatever, probably just a faulty pipe >After a while of walking you hear another *SLURP* >You turn around again and again the only thing you see is E who is looking at you funny, probably because of this frantic looking around >Frustrated you continue your march >You take three steps forward and another *SLURP* assaults your ears >You turn around with the speed of a thousand angry rotors >Only to come face to face with E standing in an empty corridor for a third time >You eyes fixate on E, her hands behind her back, a yellow stain near her mouth >”E, what do you have in your hands?” >”Nothing boss” she begins holding her right hand outstretched to you >”And your left hand?” >E quickly switches her left arm with her right behind her back and begins holding it out towards you >”Also nothing boss” >”E show me both of your hands, and what that yellow stain on your face?” >Fear overcame the drone as the yellow spheres representing her eyes hollowed and she hesitated for a while >After a second she raised both of her hands in the air revealing them to be empty >”See boss, nothing”, she quickly swiped her right hand across her face wiping the stain from it >”It was just some old dried oil boss, nothing to worry about” >You were almost ready to buy this, but for some reason E was standing on only one leg, and you could almost make out a weird shape behind her top hat >You begin walking around her, trying to get behind >E began rotating herself with small hops on her remaining leg constantly keeping eye contact with you >You really don’t have time for this (2/3?)
>>19452 >You sweep her leg and catch her falling body as the tower of plastic packaging she was balancing on her other leg falls to the ground >You just barely make out the label on the packaging without getting closer to it >Banana Pudding >”E, why where you eating banana pudding?”, you ask the drone as you continue to hold her in your arms >With a hefty blush on her screen and with a voice that is almost sultry she responds >”Its Yummy” >Once again her honest and blunt response has left you taken aback >You begin thinking, she is a robot she does not need to eat, but then again she has some technological mumbo jumbo that lets her break down parts of the worker drones she eats, so some banana mush is not going to clog her up >Your train of thought gets quickly interrupted, as E lets out a rather loud sigh >You look at her, still in your hands, the blush on her display even greater than before, her eyes staring directly into yours >You immediately become aware of your position >Your face lights up like a red light bulb as you gently put E down >You try to collect yourself and save face >”E, we should clean this mess up before anyone finds us” >”I… A-Alright boss”, you could hear disappointment in E’s voice, this made you… sad? >You weren’t sure and an existential crisis was the last thing you needed today so you tried to keep your head clean and begun collecting the trash off the floor >After cleaning up you finally made it to your office >You start to place all your tools in their appropriate holders and get ready to clock out >As you turned around with the intention to leave you saw E who barely made it to the office and was currently kneeling on the floor, holding onto the door frame for support >You rushed to the drone >”Hey E is everything alright?” you asked with a panicked voice >”Yeah… Boss… Its just a bit hot” she said with a weak voice, high temperature warnings flashing on her screen >”Um alright E, are you sure …” >Before you finished your sentence a trail of faint smoke begun to lift of her head as another warning appeared on her display >Temperature Critical >The drone is cooking her self from the inside and you really ought to do something about it >You quickly picked E up and placed her on your desk >In a panic you begin to trace your fingers on her maintenance hatch as you struggle to open it >When you finally manage to open the hatch you take a quick look inside >With better lighting and at this angle you quickly notice the root cause of the issue >E is filled to the brim with dust and other particles blocking most of her cooling system >With haste you reach for the drone cleaning supplies and begin to unclog E >You start with a rattle can of compressed air, spraying it at the clumps of dust and debris that accumulated inside her chassis, as you do you can hear soft moans coming from E >When you were done with the rattle can you started to remove the dirt from her chassis with your hand, careful to not hit any important component or disconnect some wire >With each clump of dust removed from her chassis E’s moans became clearer and clearer as you begun to dig deeper and deeper into her to reach the next >Most of her components were free from any particles that would clog them but the cables you were so careful to avoid were still covered in them and even with her whole cooling system fully operational E’s screen still displayed temperature warnings so you begun to gently pry the dirt of of her wiring >Each time you carefully cleaned a cable, E would moan loudly and squirm >The true magnitude of her overheating became clear to you as steam slowly began escaping from her hatch >You weren’t sure if this was some ambient liquid that was just inside the drone or if the sweat from your hands somehow penetrated the rubber gloves of your uniform >Nevertheless you pushed onward, every small tug at the wires bringing your task closer to completion >After what felt like an eternity you finally found the last, rather big lump of dust inside of E >You grabbed the lump with your fingers and pulled it out >As you did E let out another high pitched moan and thrust her hips slightly into the air which then fell down onto your desk >Satisfied you closed E’s maintenance hatch and gave her screen a quick glance >The screen displayed a final warning message and went dark (3/3)
>…. >The hum of E’s fans went silent >Your heart skipped a beat, did you do something wrong? >No.. No you did everything correctly >But then, why is she… like this >You stared at E’s motionless body for a second >You could feel the tears forming in your eyes, the feelings of panic, confusion and sadness begun to worm themselves into your head >You reached your hand out to caress her hair >Before you could reach it, a loading icon appeared on E’s screen >A wave of relief and hope washed over you >With anticipation you watched every spin of the loading icon >By the time it disappeared and was replaced with E’s eyes you were visibly shaking >”E! Holy hell you scared me” >Without even thinking about it you begun hugging E >E, a little confused and still a little groggy after her cleaning session returned the hug >”Sorry boss…. You were great” (4/4)
>>19478 >>19492 Forgot to add, otherwise, that's just the Vickers hairstyle. If you look at his other works, they all have that complex swirls/dollops of cream design. And he can't use color/facial variations as much, and so that sort of design presumably helps make them look more differentiated. And of course, they wanted to avoid overlaps with other Glitch properties.
>>19483 >>19488 Father: Khan Mother: Nori Name: Uzi. Hair: Purple Eyes: Purple Accent: American VA: British
None of that suggests (let alone requires) any given skin color or assumed ethnicity, inasmuch as it makes sense to talk about those things for a human expy of a mass-produced robot living 1000 years in the future on a fictional planet. So then there's discretion on the part of anyone doing an AU.
Even with Doll, if one wanted to, they could easily make her Kalmyk or a Cossack or Kazakh or Koryo-Saram.
>>19468 >Cube-oid design Alternate universe where Internecion Cube went on for 8 seasons and fully jumped the shark toward the end, introdcuing a trio of old Universal Monster Movie-inspired characters to mix things up.
>>19501 (me) and now again, just like i was right after the episode came out, i’m melting into a puddle over this shot where he holds his wound on his torso i have to kill myself
>>19499 Murder drones is obviously set in a mid 90s - late 2000s amerilard hs setting. Seeing as how every archetype in such a setting is always white unless explicitly stated otherwise, it's stupid to display them as something else.
>None of that suggests (let alone requires) any given skin color or assumed ethnicity >VA: British Uh?
>Even with Doll, if one wanted to, they could easily make her Kalmyk or a Cossack or Kazakh or Koryo-Saram. >Kalmyk or Kazakh or Koryo-Saram. None of those are ethnically russian or even natively speak the language, you're a fucking retard.
Some weird lore no one cares about that I've gathered from the "I hate this s2 ep" posts >Beretta Main character, obviously we know who she is but she appears to be more murder prone and violent, an example being her killing an old Drone with a frozen ham >Ami A weird Dog Drone that was Beretta's friend who appeared in one episode before their voice actor got into hot water forcing their removal from the show >Umi Weird parody of anime protagonist? Self-absorbed and seems to have a friendly rival with Beretta. Suffers from protagonist syndrome going so far as to refer to others as "Forgettable background characters" >Mr. Skinflayer A secondary antagonist, implied to he some sort of flesh monster, supposedly had a musical number >The Scourge Main antagonist, seems to act like a disease that overwhelms machinery with flesh, hinted at being a man-made virus but might actually be a God, the ""fandom"" debates this still
>>19511 (me) Recent "lore" >The Smiling ""Box"" Beretta apparently found and befriended it in one episode, it's obviously a Cube, name is unknown. Implied little shop of horrors deal with Beretta giving it Drone corpses to eat
>>19511 >more murder prone and violent Going by the Inn posts, she was meant to be more empathic than Uzi, but I'm guessing since Liam said he was taking a backseat and directing instead of doing all the writing so he could focus on his next project, the new writers have been ignoring that in favor of copying the mass murders of S1.
>>19508 >Murder drones is obviously set in a mid 90s - late 2000s amerilard hs setting Drones are larping as that. They aren't actually that. No show today would cast like that. And there being actual characters with names like Angela, Kenzie, Rebecca, Lizzy, Grant further makes Khan/Nori/Uzi/Makarov stand out. >Uh? Don't look at the Murder Drones VA list. You won't like what you find. >None of those are ethnically russian or even natively speak the language Which makes them perfect for Doll (who does not speak like a native), if anything. Not to mention that the majority of those populations within Russia do speak Russian. Viktor Tsoi, for example, was one of the most famous Soviet musicians.
>>19451 >>19452 >>19454 >>19455 Great work Friend! Besides some small mistakes in some words, this is wonderful! It's funny, interesting, and a little spicy. It's always good to see some wireplay, I think it's an interesting topic.
>>19517 >Drones are larping as that. They aren't actually that. Indeed, but that doesn't make the wanted result of their larping any different. They are still fundamentally white archetypes. >No show today would cast like that. Except this one....? >Don't look at the Murder Drones VA list. You won't like what you find. It doesn't matter what nigger voices said character, only what the character is supposed to be. >Which makes them perfect for Doll (who does not speak like a native), if anything. Doll wouldn't be speaking a secondary language without a reason to do so, dumbass.
>>19529 >still fundamentally white archetypes. (a) There's no such thing. Watch actual media from the period like the Degrassis or High School Musical. (b) Uzi's family specifically aren't "normal". >Except this one....? (They're robots). >only what the character is supposed to be. (A robot). And VAs being irrelevant (which they are- kinda the whole point of "acting"), means that Lovelock means nothing for Uzi. >wouldn't be speaking a secondary language without a reason to do so Ever heard of assimilation? Or language loss? Like, as best I can tell, Tsoi only wrote in Russian.
And getting back to the main point, few who care enough to write or draw are going to lock their interpretation to some rando's low-functioning autistic restrictions on what characters are supposed to be. Just look at all the furry/anthro stuff, or the people drawing drones with human proportions.
>>19533 >(a) There's no such thing. Just straight up lying now lol >(b) Uzi's family specifically aren't "normal". The fuck does that have to do with anything? In what way does that change the archetype? >(A robot). And VAs being irrelevant (which they are- kinda the whole point of "acting"), means that Lovelock means nothing for Uzi. Yes? You said they didn't indicate ANYTHING which is bullshit. >Ever heard of assimilation? Or language loss? Like, as best I can tell, Tsoi only wrote in Russian. So how esoteric is this interpretation? Doll is actually not russian but a secondary russian speaker who assimilated into using russian as a first language (despite having no reason to so), because.....? How are you this stupid? >And getting back to the main point, few who care enough to write or draw are going to lock their interpretation to some rando's low-functioning autistic restrictions on what characters are supposed to be. Just look at all the furry/anthro stuff, or the people drawing drones with human proportions. So you admit that it's bullshit and that they're retarded for doing it? Could have just said so, idiot.
>Doll and Uzi are found instead of Cyn >Uzi takes Cyn's place talking back and getting N tied up, but breaks Tessa free so they can go save him, managing to put him back together >This leads to a love triangle with V, N, and Uzi >Uzi starts trying to convince Tessa that they need to run away, without much success >James dies in a tragic fireplace accident, leaving Louisa in charge until a chandelier falls on her during a party >Doll comments that if they had treated their drones better, those terrible malfunctions might have been fixed before they claimed lives >Having inherited the family fortune, Tessa must now deal with distant relatives and scheming "friends" trying to take it from her >J's the most helpful at navigating high society, Uzi keeps suggesting N be upgraded into an "awesome human-killing murder drone" that isn't physically possible to make, and Doll "helps" in her own way
any other suggestions for robogirls? in addition to Ada and Blazermate, I'm also putting in Uzi and Jenny, and am considering Mimi Sentry but might swap her out for a different character
>>19547 >Curly Brace >Iron Valiant (is basically a DD anyway) >Rebel, as in "that one robot girl from Fortnite" >Fairy Leviathan, or more realistically any Megaman girl you can find a model for
>>18810 I hope you enjoy, this was lovely to write. I was hearing this, writing the last lines: Burn Girl Prom Queen >She has been living with you for a few days now, barely saying a word >With all those horrible things happening no wonder she barely wants to talk >Tessa James Elliot, they said she watched the massacre, the whole thing from beginning to end, you don't want to imagine how much that affects her >From what you have heard, a crazy maniac killed every single one of the attendees at the gala, she was the only survivor >You can't remember how old those news are, but she looks like she is not recovering >You see her space out sometimes, and even when should maybe just see something to distract herself she is trying to take care of the house >Cleaning the plates, and the rooms, trying to make food, trying to follow proper table etiquette, even when nothing of that is needed from her >You do all of those things, and when you try to make her stop because you are the one who is supposed to do it and you want her to rest, she refuses to stop >You end up more helping her, instead of doing it yourself
>You took her in, and you are preparing papers for adoption, you two are family, very far family, you can't remember how far, and the only family you share is great-great- you don't even know how much -grandparent >From what you know the rest didn't want to take care of her, are dead, or made her leave after some time, many family members were on that gala, you were basically the bottom of the barrel when it came to where she would go >You didn't even know you two were family, you even thought this was some elaborate scam, it was not >This felt like some royal style 'everyone else is dead so the crown is yours' stuff, just with more than 10 people that ended up being dead or not wanting her >It must be hard to jump from home to home, only to be kicked out at the end >You are barely able to pay the rent, food, water, and electricity, all basically >But when they knocked on your door and explained the situation, it was really hard to refuse her stay >At least accepting her came with some financial aid, so you were not going to be in debt, it was a large amount of money to buy a drone but it was still a good amount
>You two were cleaning the plates, you clean them, and she dries them >But in a moment, by accident, you let go of the plate a little sooner, and you see how the plate falls and breaks on the floor >"God dammit" You say, you look at her to see how she looked like she was about to have a panic attack >That surprised you, maybe the sound of a plate breaking triggered some kind of PTSD, you quickly stopped what you were doing >You grabbed her by the shoulder to try to comfort her "Hey-" But as soon as you did, she put her hands up covering her head, and started to cry >You raise your hands immediately, not wanting to make things worse "Hey, it's okay, calm down, you are here, nothing bad is going to happen" >You lean a little to be at her height "Don't worry, nothing bad will happen" She looked at you like you were about to hit her, she definitely has some kind of PTSD >"I-I-I-" She started to stutter, you slowly put your hand on her hair "Hey, it's okay... Go sit on the couch while I clean it, okay?" Maybe those weren't the correct words, she started to cry >"I-I'm sorry-" She sniffed "I'm so sorry, I-I clean it" She was trying her best to talk while crying, and it looked like she didn't even hear you, you could hear in her voice how her nose was getting stuffed >"I said I can, Tessa... Look, please, take a rest" She didn't want to go "I can clean it" She sniffed again "I can do it" You really don't know what to do in these moments >You grabbed her hands "Hey, let me do it, I dropped it, if you want to help, bring a bag" She nodded, and so she did, she brought a little bag and you started to clean the broken plate
>Once the plates were done you started to watch some television, she was watching too >You didn't know if you should talk about what happened, or just let it go, this felt like a very touchy subject that you could maybe make worse >But you decide to try and talk about it "Tessa, want to talk about what happened? You looked really scared there for a second" She looks at you, she looks like she is about to say something >She sighs "I'm... I'm okay" It seems that she doesn't want to tell you, and that's okay, it's her choice if she wants to talk about it or not >She was under your care, and even tho you didn't know what to do exactly, or how to take care of someone, you were trying your best, being there, helping with what you could, and hearing her if she wanted to open up
>>19562 >After a couple of hours she started to feel tired, she looked like she was falling asleep "Tessa" That woke her up immediately "I'm going to sleep, are you too?" She rubbed her eyes, then looked at you "Yeah, I think I'll go to sleep too Anon" >You pat her head and stand up, she starts to follow you upstairs >Now that you think about it, buying a big house wasn't your best financial decision, but anyway, at least since she came, you have an actual use for the spare bedroom >You see her go into her room, and you go inside yours, you change, wash your teeth, accidentally kick your aluminum bat making your pinky toe hurt, and throw yourself on top of your bed >Lucky for you, you can sleep all day since tomorrow is free, and you really needed that rest
>In the middle of the night something happens >You were in deep sleep but suddenly you heard a scream, a scream so loud and horrible you swore someone was getting bloody killed >You immediately stand up, adrenaline pumping through your body, you take your bat and run towards the corridor, and you can hear how it comes from Tessa's room >A robber, right? A robber got in and hurt her, you were ready to break someone's skull in >You kick the door of Tessa's room open and run inside to see... No one >You see Tessa on her bed screaming and crying, you drop the bat and run toward her >You do the best thing you can do, and hug her >She hugs you tightly, crying her eyes out, she hugs you, so tightly, that you feel her nails dig into your skin, but that doesn't matter >"It's okay, Tessa it's okay, I'm here" You hear her cry, you can feel how her tears wet your clothes >You haven't seen this before, not with her, this was probably an awful nightmare, and probably not the only nightmare >You felt horrible, she probably had been having nightmares and you hadn't done a thing, you didn't even know >"I'm sorry... Guys... I'm sorry..." She is talking, she probably woke up with that, it doesn't surprise you >"I should've protected you..." Maybe the best option was not to say a thing, and let her vent >"I'm sorry... I should've died with you" That was not nice to hear, maybe you should say something >You try to search for the best words, but you can't find any, so you talk with honesty "Don't say that" >"I know I don't know the whole picture, but I'm sure that they would want you to live" You can hear her still crying >"They died... J tried to fight with me... N, V, they died being so good friends... I should've died with them" You don't recognize those names >"If one died protecting you, and all of them were your friends, do you think they would've wanted you to die with them?" "But-" You interrupt her "The answer is no, I know, that I know basically nothing, but, I'm sure when I tell you, they probably- no, surely, they would've wanted you to live happily, the most you can" >She stays silent, you are not good at this, but you keep talking "Look, if you need anything, I'll be here, if you want to talk, to vent, to sorrow, to scream, when you are sad, depressed, happy, angry, I'll be here" >You can hear her start crying a little again "You promise?" You nod "Day and night, and even in your dreams if necessary" You two stay silent for a while before you start to talk again "You want to talk?" >A few seconds of more silence before she speaks "In the morning, I want to talk in the morning" "Okay, in the morning we'll talk" >You start to stand up, but she doesn't stop hugging you "C-Can we... Can we stay like this a while longer?" You smile at her, putting your hand in her hair and caressing it "Yes we can Tessa, we can" >You keep hugging her, feeling how she slowly calms down and goes back to sleep >You slowly let her go, and start walking to the door when you hear her start to have another nightmare >You sit on her bed and grab her hand, and she seems to relax, the nightmare stopping >You stay there, awake, watching over her, to make sure she feels safe, and for her to not have another nightmare
>You wake up, you probably fell asleep, and you can feel the first rays of sunlight hitting your face >And then you notice >Tessa, hugging you by the waist, still sleeping, she is smiling, you haven't seen her with a smile so genuine, so innocent, so beautiful >You are not up to this, you know it, but you'll do your best, you know you will, for you, and for her, to keep that smile safe >Do it, for her
>>19564 I cried writing the end, you are welcome. This is the second time someone told me my writing made them cry, really, I thank you, letting me know that my writing did such a thing.
>>19549 those models tend to be pretty big, but I'll look around >>19550 >doesn't have a model(WHY) >doesn't have a model >doesn't have a model(surprising) >doesn't have a model damn unfortunate >>19552 maybe some other time
>The world is ending, soon all life on the planet will become extinct >Except for 2 species >Humanity looked on in awe and confusion as Bugretta's all over the globe began to mass migrate to a better place >As if it was like nothing every single Bugretta on the planet began to miraculously fly, floating upwards towards space >Even those that had been underground, inside homes or Honey farms began to float >Their fat little bodies bursting through the ceilings with ease >As this happened any Oogi in a mile radius began to bolt their way towards them, desperately climbing over eachother in an attempt to not be left behind >Some humans even tried to do the same, however trying to cling onto a round surface as it ascends is in vain, hundreds perish >Some humans felt rage at how such a stupid species was going to outlive them >While other humans took solace in the fact that atleast some Earth ideas will live on in these creatures
>>19581 The competiting Oogis would probably try and break your fingers off, then again even if you do somehow survive you'd die eventually when your air runs out
>>19563 Damn and I'm not even a Tessafag The way these screams at night sounded in my head was too real, ai thought she smh remembered being skinned or something, fuck
>>19572 As you see them leave, you decide they can't go without one last thing they'll definitely need on the other side >Your family's precious heirloom Star Wars box set, containing the original copies of the films before any of the dumb edits >Oh, and a light and small enough TV that they can play them on >Two boogs stop their ascension to take the gifts from you, and a circle forms around you, the floating creatures swirling around and making strange noises as a mysterious energy envelops you >Then they're off, and you're left on the dying planet, wondering just what blessing you were granted, before some twink drone cuts your head off >You reincarnate on the Bugretta haven world as a taller Enn >Fuck.
>>19541 >Does embedding convert the shortened url to the full version without modifying parameters as well?
Embedding used to ignore everything but the ID, however the code I used mistakenly tried embedding channel links as videos. I changed that earlier this week, but the new code only read the base url and not the query parameters, hence the ?t=507 in your post (I'll fix it later). I reworked it to HOPEFULLY parse the query parameters properly, and extract timestamps from it if present. There are like a dozen different ways to link to Youtube (youtube.com/watch?v=video_id, /shorts/video_id, /embed/video_id, youtube-nocookie.com permutations for all the above, and also youtu.be/video_id), and a couple of ways to set the timestamp (?t=65s, ?t=65, ?t=1m5s), so it was... annoying to get it all right.
note that you'll need to refresh your browser cache since the javascript also used to ignore the timestamp.
I hope it works now, it passed a dozen test cases I had, but I'm sure there's something I haven't thought about.
>>19590 Thank you for reading. I have heard night terrors, I knew describing something like that would do a lot, and no, no skinning alive, just having a nightmare of the awful moment in which she lost every friend she had, seeing them suffering every second of it. I know you didn't ask, but, funny enough, I almost didn't write that, and almost chose to write something else
>>19612 >>19613 > N comes back to the pod > the door is already open > there's some green vapors coming from the far corner > its V > shes dead > he barely has time to look to the other side before the chair swivels around > "let's just get this over with" > getting shot and dying was nothing new > not immediately regenerating was
> Uzi faces off against a DD in the prison yard > metalpipe.mp4 > Thad gives him a thumbs up from the crowd as she grabs the bludgeon > she did eventually get back to Khan
>>19617 How you don't get it? It's right there, you can see it... The green vapor and... Yeah... The prison... And N... The metal... You know, I don't get it either
I was watching Konosuba, and I thought of Megumi, a normally skittish drone, meeting Megumin, a crimson demon (looks like a human, why no original design?) that can create super mega big explosions, and I found it funny to think how shocked and scared Megumi would look, yeah, I just wanted to share that.
>>19624 Autocorrect fucked me over, crimson demon, from what I understand, technically is not exactly human, but is basically a human with autism, bigs amount of it, Jesus Christ they are autistic, and they have Stupids names like Megumin, Yun-Yun, HyoIzaburo, everyone proclaims to be the best in one type of magic and I think they genuinely have the perception of reality altered. Konosuba it's an anime funny, sadly, with some amount of ecchi. I just found it funny because Megumi and Megumin have similar-sounding names, and Megumi will bluescreen when she sees what type of powers Megumin has.
>>19625 I'll stop here, I just wanted to say that to shut my retarded brain off, see you guys in a bit when my brain once more asks me to say stupid shit.
>>19636 >he probably has a lot of knowledge If he somehow knows nothing about 2hu and his OC's are just massive coincidences then that would be some truly insane shit. >I just didn't want to call him out like that Is being a 2hufag a bad thing or something? 2hu is classic imageboard culture.
>>19639 Yeah, definitely can't have any autismos around here. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go write a 500-line story about how Uzi would totally touch my wiener if she was real.
>>19643 >I didn't say that She'd give me kisses too, and say I'm "alright for a human". I mean uhh, you shouldn't expect someone to be offended when asked about something they clearly take influence from.
>>19638 >If he somehow knows nothing about 2hu and his OC's are just massive coincidences then that would be some truly insane shit. No I'm definitely a massive 2hufag. Like how I know Akyuu was supposed to die 2 days ago or so. Also, why do some post don't have their replies underneath them?
>>19649 Probably more fixing being done behind the scenes. Plus used to be basically a ghost town until MDfags populated first the /co/ board then its own board. The new level of activity may be messing with the site somehow, but that's just my uneducated guess.
>>19651 I'm thankful the Black Hand's doing all this work. Wish he didn't have to read these threads, though. It feels like there's always something terrible posted immediately before or after he shows up.
>Go to sleep >Be on a nice date with a DD >Have a nice time with her >Go to other places with her >The day ends and we go to my home >We cuddle for a while >Hug her and kiss her, she does the same to me >Wake up >Mfw I realize it was all a dream I want to go back, I liked that life more
>>19697 Too late. You're already conscious. >>19696 Phoenixanon's Platinum/Proxima security force for Dr Holly's Sentinel MKIII projects. I don't think those two specifically have any names/lore, but they look pretty cool. Used 'em for one of my own settings. Gave them names too.
>>19692 As drones, they shouldn't have anything other than their letter designation - it plays into the idea of them being unwanted and discarded, and then used as tools. In AUs or whatever, it depends on their backstory.
>>19728 Following that same train of thought, them claiming a name for themselves would be a powerful moment of rejecting their status as discarded consumable products
>Beretta after passing the Vickers Girl (TM) test drawing them with straight backs felt cursed. further idea in my head >Uzi sees Beretta hanging out with Ic-0n and Kali like this >Uzi: What the fuck is my girl doing? >she places her face into her palm in disappointment >Khan happens to pass by >Khan: You know, she reminds me a lot of you, actually. Remember when you did something like this when you were her age just to embarrass me in front of my co-workers? Goooood times. >he takes a sip from his oil mug labeled Best Grandfather that Beretta gifted to him >Uzi: -grumbling- Not helping, DAD.
>>19752 Same as >>19754, but sometimes I'll think about certain themes or musical pieces to go with whatever I manage to slide off the slurry pipeline. Usually posting the link at the end.
>>19757 Funnily enough, yeah. Midtown - Give It Up For whatever reason I had this running in my head involving a one Emo Y greentext I felt like doing over on /trash/. Along to the autistic tune of imagining a cartoon intro for it.
>>19761 I don't mean anything exactly, more like, what music do you hear while writing that you would classify as autistic, but maybe being ESL made me write it wrong, for example, sometimes I write hearing this, which I could classify as being autistic as fuck Kys (Keep Yourself Safe)
>“Sadly, we can’t kick her out based on a technicality like we did with Asset.”
I am happy the original space adventurer Tessa could easily be modified into most of her variants. Other than that, writing snappy commentary for dead and dead inside was fun to do.
I know Solver Tessa has two pairs of arms but it would have been too cluttered otherwise. Also, I went with green because there was no colored reference and because of the whole praying mantis thing. Also, her overall stance and appearance should tell you why I prefer to use an art style that does not include arms, or individual legs, or mouths, or any kind of detail really.
>>19729 Or keeping the letters would be an act of reclamation: "we've turned your branding into actual identities. When we call out each other's names, we pack those little letters with the passion and care you denied we even had."
>>19633 (I had posted this in the booru thread a while back but I figure it's relevant enough for a repost) As long as you make sure to include the bare minimum tags (copyright, characters, ect) and use them correctly then you shouldn't have anything to worry about
>>19752 Na but I mostly listen to things when drawing. Never when planning the very basics, but always when making the sketch in correct scale and proportions, getting it done in the right time and speed helps a lot, figured out the time is 15 mins for me
>>19795 >One of the Worker Drones at the store is a J-Unit (in a maid uniform no less) >Tessa has a PTSD-induced breakdown in the middle of the store upon seeing the J stocking shelves
>>19801 too many to count both against drones and humans i don't think their past mass murdering is going to get brought up either it'll all be forgotten and forgiven
>>19649 >Also, why do some post don't have their replies underneath them? It's because I simplified the structure for the post references and rolled it out yesterday. If you haven't refreshed since then and just load new posts with the thread updater, then you are still using the old javascript to load the new posts, which will not recognize the new structure. So it won't add replies because it can't find them.
tl;dr: you have to refresh the page (and maybe your cache).
>>19651 I did do some updates this week that requires you to refresh the stylesheet and the javascript. Unfortunately some people keep the pages open for WEEKS and just use the update button, so layout updates like these are terribly hard to do without bugs, unless I do tons of compatibility shims, and the updates I rolled out was about removing some of them.
>Plus used to be basically a ghost town until MDfags populated first the /co/ board then its own board. Not exactly, /tnt/ is big and the Sonic threads on /co/ were popular enough to warrant a separate board too. But I do admit that you guys are giving the site the most activity it has seen in recent years, and I'm thankful for that.
>The new level of activity may be messing with the site somehow, but that's just my uneducated guess. It would take a lot more to mess up the boards and even then there would be room for optimization. However I'm considering greatly lowering the thread limits on this board, so there would be more smaller threads instead of few 1000+ post "generals". That would make /md/ even more similar to classic imageboards (think mid 2000s), and it would also allow the board to be more efficient with resources, such as auto pruning of old threads. So far it's closer to a personal preference than a problem.
>>19809 >you guys are giving the site the most activity it has seen in recent years Well, it is nice here. >so there would be more smaller threads instead of few 1000+ post I mean, these threads just last a couple of days, and we jump threads only because around that amount the page slows down a bit on phone
>>19799 Not a drawfag, but when I make greentext compilations I utilize only the most best image editing software available (Microsoft Paint) with GIMP as a standby in case more intricate editing is necessary
>>19799 Fire Alpaca. I could switch to Gimp or Krita or Clip Studio (two of them I already have downloaded), but I've used Alpaca for every drawing I've made so far to the point where I'm just too used to the program (and lazy) to transition to another one. I might dabble in Clip Studio, just so that I can learn how to do coloring and shading that's not cell shading, but time will tell when I'll go ahead with that.
>>19801 None. They're not at war. Drones don't seem to be recognized as "people" in the Murder Drones universe. Arguably, the post-core collapse planet belongs to the Solver, and so the large-scale disassembly operations are just its internal affair.
>>19818 >Your honor, the prosecution claims my clients are responsible for many war crimes >But doesn't there need to be a war first to commit them? >As far as I know, war was never officially declared >And it was WAY too one sided and quick to even be considered a war >It was more like a "special disassembly operation"
>>19811 >I mean, these threads just last a couple of days, and we jump threads only because around that amount the page slows down a bit on phone Lower thread limits would help with that too, plus it means I could set up automatic pruning which effectively caps the maximum size of the board (on disk).
>>19846 As long as it shows when it's getting closed and we are able to go back and read what the thread had since we do a lot of diving into old threads I don't see why not I like how we are doing it now but, I'm just one Anon after all
>>19849 >As long as it shows when it's getting closed
The idea is that threads beyond a certain amount of images will not allow image posting, and beyond a certain amount of posts they won't allow any posting at all (to prevent the thread reaching 1000+ posts, which you guys did back on /co/ even after the image limit got capped). Beyond that you'd have the same auto pruning as on other imageboards, ie. threads bumping off of page 10 become read-only archives, then after a set time they get deleted from the archives.
>>19861 If you go ahead and do that, because of any reasons, and I hope it's not soon, I hope the limit of posts it's quite high since we do talk a lot, and jumping threads again, and again because of low limit would be annoying
>>19863 Will keep that in mind, thanks for bringing it to my attention. But yeah the idea would be so you don't keep just one thread to chat, but whatever new thing you want to discuss could be its own thread. An imageboard isn't suitable to be a chat room.
>>19893 >but whatever new thing you want to discuss could be its own thread We don't do that much here, since we like to discuss everything mainly here, due to many reasons to be honest, we have some threads to discuss specific things, but those are not used a lot since we mainly use it to have things easily accessible, like information on something, more like a library? I don't know how to explain it, and many Anons prefer to discuss it here too, since here we talk about everything related to the series and the threads But that's all just my thought, I'm only one Anon in a big group of them, so do not take only what I say into consideration when seeing stuff, since Anon to Anon the opinion and thought of stuff changes a lot
>>19894 I remember most of those threads springing up when we newly became our own board. I always figured it was because we hadn't become centralized yet, and when we made the main thread, that's when most Anons focused their efforts of discussion here.
>>19895 Yeah, we are just a lot more centralized, we like having our ideas shared in one thread, all type of ideas, most Anons are against the idea of fracturing into different threads
Welcome Anon, to Murder Drones Threads Airlines, take a roll and take your seat. Yes, I did only because some tried to use the same roaster again. If you ask, "Who are these fucking drones, who knows them?" Correct, I took them randomly from the booru, added every tag of character (With at least one image, which was around 80+ characters) to a wheel, and spun it 20 times, that's why there are some pretty new ones and some old ones sitting down, maybe in the future I will do it with some of the most popular, or least, and say nothing, that would be fun. Now take your seat! One more thing, remember to use [ roll 1d10 ] the 10 is the 0 here, and remove the spaces the brackets have in the middle [Xroll 1d10X] and you will roll roll 1d20:8
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>>19896 >Anons against the idea of fracturing Yeah, you're right there. For a while, it seemed like the main focus of conversation was whether or not to stay on /trash/, try and get back into /co/ or make this place work. Hell, even a discord was tossed around for a bit. I'm glad that's pretty much past most of the levelheaded Anons, though I'm sure there are still some rabblerousers out there. Personally, I prefer to lurk here, it's very cozy.
>>19913 Meh, Piika's a doormat, but she's deceptively terrifying if you press the right buttons so I'm not worried of Dirt trying to do something funny and I feel like my 'tism would jell well with Tessa. It's K I'm worried of because she's next to Uzi.
>>19915 Doesn't say that about Piika, man... Also yeah, she is a DD after all, Dirt, as long as you are not a drone I guess you'll be fine, and Tessa is as breath of fresh air compared to the rest K will go crazy next to Uzi
>>19922 Sleep? H is someone who is pretty calm, LL is a fighter but doesn't have a reason to start a fight, Sophie is normally pretty chill, MG is the only one that can do a problem, but he is not that close to you, and the Father will only read the bible
>>19910 Well, if picrel is anything to go off of, then someone she can abuse until they're busted beyond repair. In terms of genuine attraction, however, I don't think a careerist like her would ever truly put much attention to developing a type. I work alongside people like that at my job; they're pretty much married to the company at this point.
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>>19866 If you are still accepting requests could you make an upgraded version of this drawing of Skeletessa wearing a poorly made Tessa mascot costume? It was called a onesie in the original comic but I think the bulkiness of a mascot costume would work better for comedic effect. Go with whatever you prefer though.
>>19960 Search in the booru her greens and her story in AO3 /works/48290941/ She never has been okay, never, but she obviously deserves better and a good life
>>19799 I use a tool that is even more sophisticated than what >>19815 and >>19817 are using. A tool that was definitely made for creating art, Microsoft Excel. Yeah, the reason why I occasionally call my work “drawings” is not just a self-deprecating joke over their poor quality but also because they technically aren’t DRAWN since everything is made by putting colored shapes together to resemble characters and objects. I then use Borderize (https://borderize.com/) to put thick black borders around them to resemble the But Really Really Fast art style. (I have no idea why this makes the images larger) While there were some challenges in getting it to work for me I found its ability to move, group, align, layer, and mirror objects useful for making different assets I can easily copy and paste to make new characters and variants of them.
Also a more serious question, should I keep the black borders or not? while they docreate contrast with whatever background the characters are on processing them seems to make them fuzzier and has the unfortunate side effect of “dulling” black objects (compare the bows on Tessa’s dress)
>>19973 However, there are still some things that frustrate me and make me ask WHY Excel does that. The most notorious is its tendency to slightly stretch whatever I copy and paste (It’s also never consistent with this). While this is not THAT noticeable in comics it makes any GIFs I make using the panels I make with it janky as the slight difference in size causes it to jump around between frames. (See pic related)
>>19973 That's still a drawing, a vector base drawing I think, making it perfect to resize since thanks that is all math, math can be changed to make it bigger and not lose any quality. I for example use vectors to do my stuff since I may want to make it bigger, and because of what I created, I do not want to lose any quality. I like both, so both are good in my opinion.
>>19985 Hey, are you? >>18811 Because if you are, I would appreciate more of an exact idea if you have one, I'm having a though time trying to write something.
>>20004 That is true, kinda funny how they evolved to be absolute gremlin creatures. I adore twin troupes >>20005 A little bit vicious in asking that my fiend-ish fren?
>>20009 >>20003 I was gone for a bit and now there is more art of her, I really like the twins, nice drawings Friend. >>19995 Cute drawing Friend! I like Tessa happy face.
>>15251 >What happens next causes your optic displays to blink as your jaw silently hangs opens >With a hop, a pair of metallic feet land on the car door step >It's a Worker Drone with a yellow ponytail wig wearing a buttoned yellow raincoat >She opens her mouth, shouting over the dwindling gunfire and the guttural screams of the dying that your databanks can only compare to butchered pigs >The three words that leave her mouth rock you to your very core, in every sense of the word >"Are you hurt?!" >You've never been asked such a question before in your life >When a Worker Drone is asked a question, it's either rhetorical, for the amusement of the Human asking it, or related to the service the Worker Drone is performing in the name of Humanity >You struggle to open your mouth, lips flapping once, then twice before words finally leave your audio speakers This unit is not in need of repairs-- >"CUT THAT SHIT!" Her blue optic displays narrow downwards at you. >"You're a PERSON! A LIVING BEING! ACT LIKE IT!" >It takes three quivering lip flaps this time before you even attempt to form words. U--um... I'm... fine... I think-- >An involuntarily gasp of pain leaves you as your optic sensors register that you are, in fact, leaking oil. >As you were hiding yourself from the gun battle and adrenaline was coursing through your system, you hurt yourself on a particularly large shard of glass without even realizing it. >An angular cut slides down the side of your wrist, oil pouring from it in a steady bleed. >Your optic displays wince as you hiss in pain and fear. Gah... >She shouts behind her shoulder, "Gabby! Cover me! He's bleeding!" >She whips her head on a swivel, and, to your complete and utter shock, raises and fires an MP5. "MATTHEW 4:10!" >You almost could have sworn that a Worker Drone just shot a firearm at Humans while quoting the Bible. >You must be losing even more oil than you thought. >Your auditory sensors flooding with increased confusion by the slaughtered patrol's remaining Archons, who are desperately failing to attempt to form a battle line around the formation's remaining operational vehicles, confirm that you did just, in fact, hear a Worker Drone quote the Bible while shooting at Humans. >Logical algorithms calculate it's far more likely that you're critically leaking oi-- bleeding out, and yet, all your sensors point to this being the truth, for truth is neither good nor bad, it just is. >The stench of human blood, shit, and piss are all unmistakable. >Your databanks still have logged recordings of one occasion where you were trapped in traffic on the highway during a major riot. >You never could have imagined the EDF being butchered like pigs in a slaughterhouse as is currently unfolding before your sensory arrays, much less by what seems to be, as defined by everything your databanks have ever known, immensely malfunctioning Worker Drones. >Another controlled burst of MP5 fire erupts from somewhere nearby. >The yellow ponytailed Worker Drone tries to open your car's passenger door, the standard issue blue optic displays on her visor narrowing as she grits her teeth. >She looks back up at you through the foggy, raindrop streaked window, her optics softening as her lip twitches. "Open the door! I have bandages!" >Each movement feels heavier than the last as you scramble to your feet, cautious not to hurt yourself any further on the broken glass shards that surround you, and at last unlock the door in front of you. >The dying down battle and the squeals of the dying flood into your auditory sensors from the newly opened direction in your car as she immediately grabs you and makes the two of you as small as you can both be. >"You're going to be okay," she whispers, a genuinely compassionate tone filling her audio speakers that you've never received before. >She reaches for a pocket on her yellow raincoat and opens it, retrieving a roll of bandages. >Gently, she squeezes your hand with hers as her visor displays stare into your optic sensors softly but firmly. "This'll sting, but it'll keep you from bleeding to death, 'kay?" >You nod, having to exert more force than you're used to to do that. >She sets her MP5 upright to the side and begins wrapping the bandages around your arm. >An involuntary hiss leaves your audio speakers as your optic displays wince, the sting of contact with an open wound flooding your tactile sensors: the ability to feel pain ensures a Worker Drone fulfills its duty to Humanity, and, much more importantly, ensures it can be used as a cheap and affordable method to sate the wanton sadistic urges of the most vicious animal of all. >You've seen Humans disassemble-- no, kill Worker Drones, on a whim, all throughout your life, and always taken it for granted from literally the very first moment you came off the assembly line of the Cyn factory. >Your adaptive algorithms never could have in the theoretical event of experiencing five years of being left in a state of still conscious nonexistence ever thought someone would save you from such a fate if it became your turn to suffer such a thing. >Point 4 of Pentagonal Revisionism ensures artificial human companions are cheap and affordable, of course: in other words, readily replaceable. >Humans have never particularly valued even the lives of their own species, despite being social animals. >Or canine companions, despite oh so how very much they virtue signal about that. >"Sorry, sorry," she whispers, a soothing tone softly emitting from her audio speakers. >You open your mouth. >It feels dry. Who are you? >"Luke 10:30-37," she replies without missing a beat. >A Good Samaritan. >Or, in this case, a Good Gnostic.
>>20013 >Everything in your databases indicates that even entertaining this individual will result in millennia of repression and earnest celebration of entropy as countless people kill both each other and themselves to demonstrate who can be the best intellectual and philosophical Luddite. >The default response programmed into you tells you to remotely contact the nearest Earth Defense Force patrol so that the Gnostic body in question can receive an intellectual correction: a bullet to the heart. >This preprogrammed code both assumes only a Human would ever hold such beliefs and that a Worker Drone will always follow his or her preprogrammed response to the letter. >You can't help but involuntarily emit a chuckle from your audio speakers, given the circumstances. >She nods, knowingly, as her lips peel into a smirk with visible grit teeth. >Your voice sounds fainter in your audio sensors than it usually does. >Everything does. >"All done~," she whispers, trailing her fingers along yours as she briskly wraps her hands back around the MP5 and shoulders it. >Hopefully the bandages will force your oil to start clotting and your slight innate regeneration to kick in before it soaks through. >She lightly grabs your finger and softly moves it away from the trigger of the revolver you're holding with both hands, "Don't hold your finger over the trigger unless you're going to pull it! Don't point it at anything you don't fully intend to destroy! Follow me and watch out for friendlies and any Demons that are left!" >She raises her MP5 and begins moving past the still open car door at an angle, engaging in quick footwork through the mud. >You follow, each step feeling heavier than the last. >Panic, adrenaline, terror, and a flurry of more emotions than you have ever felt in your whole entire life course throughout your... >You're still hesitant to call it a soul. >Your logic processors indicate how utterly unlikely all these circumstances are, however. >"Sitrep!" She yells as she aims with quite literally mechanical precision at still bodies in blood stirred mud, limp hands and necks laying next to rocks and sticks as raindrops continue to fall and streak bullet punctured armor and helmets, the ringing of flashing red rigs forming a red orchestra over the pattering of the rain. >"Jack and Judas sound like they're finishing the performance!" You nearly jump and go for your trigger as another Worker Drone wielding a raised MP5 steps through the mud at a sprinting pace and forms up alongside your bandager, this one dressed in a blue marching band uniform with a blue trumpet strapped on her back and wearing a long light blue wig that contrasts with dark blue optic displays. "It worked! Just like we rehearsed! All our instruments came together in celebration of the Heavens~!" >Your bandager nods and makes a closed mouth smirk, her contrasting default Worker Drone optic displays not removing themselves from the Human bodies as she continues to lead the two of you onwards. >You finally work up the nerves to emit the nagging question from your audio speakers, through the critical oil leak. Who are you?! >"Matthew 16:18!" The ponytailed one replies without pause. >You open your mouth to shout back. That still doesn-- >The stench of fresh blood and shit like a slaughterhouse on a rainy day floods anew into your olfactory sensors as you round a still idling APC and are met with the sight of EDF Archons being butchered and bludgeoned to death by another pair of Worker Drones: one is dressed like a lumberjack with a short brown wig and brown optic displays and effortlessly pulling a two handed axe out of a blood streaming split in a limp Archon's helmet, while another dressed in brown robes with a white tonsure wig and white optic displays is repeatedly bashing another Archon in the head with a mace. >Bright, cherry red optics come sprinting out from beneath shadow casting trees, under a red hood. >The red hooded Worker Drone is wearing a shortly cut red wig and holding a sniper rifle. >In the light of The Sun, you notice that her chassis is noticeably shorter than the rest of the Worker Drones around you, most noticeably the one dressed as a lumberjack, who is visibly taller than the rest of you. >"That's all," she stops sprinting to turn her head and spit on a flatlining corpse that is bringing its open head up to its forehead and slapping it against it over and over again. >"Down they go," the Worker Drone dressed as a lumberjack strides to a pair of corpses with one mighty step and pulls a pair of small handheld axes out from their foreheads, flicking blood onto the muddy dirt and grass below before pocketing both on his belt. >"Alright!" The blonde ponytailed Worker Drone leaves her MP5 hanging from her side and claps her hands as loud as she can. >She begins pointing as she gives orders. "Exactly like we planned~! Load as much weapons, ammo, supplies, and bodies," she emphasizes the last word, "into the vehicles that are still functioning, and then move the vehicles to the remote warehouses! If anyone sees any of you, unlikely as that is, carry on and act as if you're doing something you're supposed to! This patrol was only a papercut to the EDF's Legions, but Rome wasn't destroyed in a day~!" >"Red," she points to the red hooded Worker Drone girl, "fetch the rocket launchers!" >"Got it!" Her cape flicks to the side behind her and flies behind her with each swift step before vanishing back into the treeline, branches snapping beneath the idling of what EDF vehicles remain undestroyed. >"Jack," the leader points to the lumberjack Worker Drone boy, "load ammo and supplies! Get the bodies and their weapons after I'm done factory rebooting their guns and armor!" >"Got it Pix," he nods and begins doing exactly that, noticeably looming over you as he goes about his business.
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>>18811 Sorry for being so slow, and this being so short, sorry! >There was again, arriving at the ship, after another day of scavenging, and behind him was Tessa, a specialized drone >Human and drone working together, some would say it was impossible, but that didn't matter much now, the end for humans was close, and the best you could do was try to survive day by day >That is what the human, codename N, was doing, using the help of Tessa as much as he could to try to survive, they were a solid team
>Once they arrived and closed the door, N took his helmet off, dropped it on the floor, and sat down in a chair >Tessa walked past him searching for something, while N started to breathe heavily, slowly, something hurt badly >Luckily the suit was easy to take off, it was not something that was skin-tight and as soon as he began taking off his suit, it was clear what was it >His arm was dislocated, out of place, he tried to see how to put it back in place and then Tessa came back >"Hey! Stop, I told ya' I would see that" Tessa had a first aid kit in hand, she put it aside to see his arm >"At the count of three I'll do it" She said referring to putting it back in place "Alright, I'm ready when you are" Said N >Tessa grabbed his arm "Okay... 1... 2..." And then pulled it back into place, N jumped from the pain, but after a few seconds felt a little better >"Try moving your hand" N did as asked, moving his arm around, nothing seemed out of place or hard to do, just a little painful >N put his foot up and said "Now the bad" Tessa didn't understand until she saw a piece of rebar sticking out off the sole of his boot >"AAH!" N laughed a bit then grunted from the pain "Why you didn't tell me?!" Scramed Tessa, N just laughed at this, and when he was done laughing "Didn't want to worry ya'" >Tessa started to curse under her breathe, taking some things out of the first aid kit
>She cut the boot off some kind of scissors from her arm, it was a short piece of rebar, but it went through his foot >"Why you didn't tell me a thing?" Tessa looked between angry and worried, N just laughed, everything was funny to him, always kept a positive attitude "I thought I would worry you, besides, I barely feel it" >"Barely feel it my ass, you were grunting all the walk, you are in pain" N just looked to the left, not wanting to lie more he just kept silence >"I knew that falling 3 floors and just dislocating your arm was too lucky, don't hide these things again, really, N" >N sighed once more and put his hand on her head "Alright, sorry, I won't do it again" And smiled at her while messing her hair a little >Tessa blushed a little, her eyes going hollow before coughing a little, trying to maintain an angry look, she wouldn't forgive him, or he would do this again
>N had a piece of leather between his teeth, ready for this >"Just stay still" She started the little operation on N's leg, trying to do it slow enough to cause minimal damage but fast enough to finish fast >They were out of morphine, and alcohol, so this time N would feel every second >He tried his best not to scream, bitting the leather strongly, he could feel like he was going to bite right through the leather >It just lasted less than a minute thanks to Tessa but the pain was enormous, and when it was done N relaxed his body >He spat the leather out of his mouth to say something "Thank you, I don't know what I could do without you" Tessa laughed a little "Not a lot it seems" N laughed at her joke >Tessa was about to put everything back in place, but then N grabbed her hand "Really, I don't know what I could do without you" >He slowly stood up and hugged her "Thanks for being here" Tessa's visor was filled with blush, but she hugged back >"I will always be here" They hugged for a few seconds >Before N said something "Let's play dog trivia" "Mhh... Okay!"
>>20021 Excited in the same way that I am when I'm on a roller coaster that I'm sure is going to give me severe vertigo and we're about to hit the first loop
What's on the menu at Auntie Cyns: Solver Borger? Stuff that's actually on the menu and won't cause Beretta to beat me to death with a tire iron for asking
>>20070 Imagine after eating the universe, Cyn creates her own personal universe to act as her playroom. Forcing her “family” to be with her forever, but she can make them live the way SHE wants to.