One disgusting Fr*nchoid mutie, coming right up. Pocketslops now owes me a finely dressed Snabby. I will throw him into the Contraption if he fails to honor his end of the deal.
Imagine a bonus episode that is just 30 minutes of N clangong Uzi and due to a an inside man at youtube it is given triple authenticated status so it can't be taken down ever besides nuking all of youtube.
>>218858 imagine a car going 999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 mph on the freeway towards liam vickers’ house
>>218859 Anon we've been through this already that is faster than matter can go you would probably ignite the atmosphere with that much kinetic energy on a planet.
>>218860 imagine me hitting you with my car going at 999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 + 1 mph
I’m very much not okay right now Everything is so somber I just wanna think about having a cozy life with N I genuinely don’t wanna waste the finite seconds of anyone’s life with this post, so please, if you read this post, please post any random writing/discussion prompt that comes to mind, so that something good can come out of this post and it won’t have just been a waste of several people’s finite time alive
>>218869 What about Pavo? I’d say he’d actually want to help you and try his best to, regardless of whether you’re the “anon” he desires, because he’s a good person, I think.
>>218874 I remember a green where pavo watched a commercial about using model going commercial. At first he was fine with it but the moment he saw that they created a female version of him he booked it because he knew that Techanon would fall easily for a fempavo
>Liquid is sitting at the table has he stares at the two rolls of chocolate pancakes in front of him. >He is reluctant to eat them because they were made by a Murder Drone. Who knows what did that thing put in them. >Molly is sitting on the opposite end of the table. She requested to be left alone with Liquid so that she could try to calm him down. She’s looking at him with a concerned expression as he hasn’t touched the pancakes the minute she brought them to him. >”They’ll go cold if you don’t eat them.” Molly says as Liquid looks at her. “They’ll get soggy.” >Liquid stares at her judgmentally which makes her a little bit sad. She thought that being Molly, friendly and all, would allow her to easily connect with people but being a Disassembly Drone seems to hinder that. >”They’re safe to eat.” She tries to reassure Liquid. “I know you don’t trust me but I promise you I didn’t put anything in the pancakes.” >”You lie.” Liquid says and Molly flinches back. >”Why would I lie?” Molly asks. >”Because your kind are liars, murderers and manipulators.” Molly takes a deep breath and sighs. >”And who told you that? Your, uh, superiors?” >”Yes.” He coldly replies. “And I’ve seen it too. Not that much during the war but enough to confirm what I’ve been told.” >”Do you…believe any of that?” >”Yes.” >Molly rubs her arms as she thinks. He looks like a young man but his mannerisms indicate a sort-of childishness in him. He reacts impulsively like a child. If he was a fast-grown clone surrounded by propaganda… >It’ll be hard to break a child’s beliefs. >”That’s not true.” Molly shakes his head. “Most of it at least. I never wanted to hurt anyone.” >”Then why did you kill men, women and children?” Liquid narrows his eyes at her. >”Because I was forced to. I wasn’t in control of myself. I never wanted to do anything I did.” Molly’s voice falters as she explains. “The Absolute Solver had our…our souls on a least and made us it’s hounds.” She scratches her knees as she gets uncomfortable. “When I got back control and learned what I had done, I tried to kill myself out of horror and shame. I deserved it but it didn’t work. I just kept coming back. That made me more and more depressed until I met Buddy and the others.” >Molly looks at him as she puts her hands at the table. “They helped me dig myself out of the hole I was being buried in. They helped me realize I’m still a person. There’s no forgiving what I’ve done in the past but that’s what it is. The past is the past. I can’t change that but I can change the present. Show people that I’m not what I was.” >Molly smiles at Liquid as he thinks about what he’s told. He glances at the pancakes, thinking about why she would make them. She sounds genuine that she made them without any malice and that she doesn’t want to hurt him. But then he remembers she’s a Murder Drone. They’ve been programmed to emulate emotion near perfectly. She can’t be trusted. >Liquid looks back as her and narrows his eyes. “Is there a point to this?” >Molly reaches for his hand and he pulls it back. She looks a bit hurt by that gesture but pulls her own hand back. “I’m not a monster. I want to help you understand that. I want to show you I’m not a bad person.”
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>”Do you think it was a good idea to leave her alone with him?” Danni asks Buddy as they’re sitting in the bedroom along with Pavo. >”I don’t but we had to try. She’s better with people than me and being around him just agitates him even more.” Buddy replies as he thinks about his clone. >”I think she’ll be able to get trough to him.” Pavo speaks out. “She’s nice.” >”And if he doesn’t?” Danni crosses her arms. >”Molly is a Disassembly Drone. She can subdue him if he gets rowdy plus I’m here too.” Pavo glances at the door of the bedroom then back at them. “But if we do anything to antagonize him, that’ll be bad.” >”I still don’t know whether or not we should report him to the police---” Buddy is interrupted by the sound of a ringtone coming from Pavo. >Pavo’s eyes hollow out because he knows who it is. He slowly reaches underneath his coat and pulls out an older-looking smartphone. The number is unknown but he doesn’t have to know it. He answers the phone. >”H-hello?” >”Where is he, Pavo?” The voice of Switch asks him from the other end. >That makes his core skip a beat.
>I was wandering a place that shouldn’t be in. Curiosity got better of me. >The next thing i saw, a drone with pink hair and pure white sweater crashed through the bushes.
>Are you okay?
>Oh! Hi! she said. “You have a face. You’re real. Or are you another hallucinations?”
>What?
>She pinch you.
>Hey stop that!
>Good. You’re not completely fake. I hope.
>She circled me like vultures. Her movements were jittery, like a kid with too many thoughts and nowhere to put them. Her voice bounced between high and dramatic, like she was constantly auditioning for attention.
>I asked her: Are you lost, Kid?
>She responded: DO NOT CALL ME A KID.
>Um ok, Do you need help?
>If you insist I am lonely. Wanna fix that for me?
>Before I could answer, she grabbed my hand. Hers was cold, with faint sticky pink substance. And dragged me against my will.
>Let’s go! I’ll show you my strawberry garden. It grows funny faces sometimes.
>She didn’t stop talking the whole way there. >I tried. I really did. To follow. To keep up. But she bounced between topics like a pinball. One moment she was asking if clouds had flavor, the next she was talking about something else. >Then, just when I felt like I might snap and tell her to shut the fuck up. >She stopped. >We sat in the dirt. She gifted me a flower crown. She stared at the ground, twirling a rock in her fingers.
>she muttered: “I know I’m a lot to handle.”
>I talk too much. I do too much. I want people to like me and I don’t know how not to want that. It’s like if I don’t hear laughter or see someone smile, I think I did something wrong... i guess i did.
>I push people away. Is it I'm cause I’m bad? I get... scared they’ll leave anyway. So I try so hard. Too hard.
>B-but hey! It’s okay! You’re still here, right?
>Then she looked me in the eye and asked, quietly:
Morning So, you know that I had a fucked up skulled purple horned thing as a pet. My dumbass brain moved their gears and made it a proper drone oc. I will refuse to put it a proper name-
It feels like it's headed for a massacre. Either Molly will convince Liquid before Switch arrives(and she will), or there will be a fight with civilian casualties, and that's assuming Switch decides to come alone and not with backup.
If you were a human with a drone coworker and a DD broke in looking to kill humans (not drones), which drone would try to protect you and who would join the DD?
>>218909 If my coworker is a sentinel drone, the DD attacker will be in trouble, and if my colleague is also a male SD, I'll just have to pray for the poor soul of the stupid tin can that thought our building was an easy hunting ground.
>>218900 > Pavo and Asenath smoking/drinking together in their shared dismay of people getting their names wrong on purpose > Pidge and Masqy are there too
“Alright Cully, Sit down and lets have a chat about that Patrol ya saw.”
Working on this pirate mech more, but before I begin with this fucker, im going to make it pretty clear im basing is general looks, additude, and themings off this guy: Episode II: Lion of Sainte-Anne
Otherwise,Got an actually half decent idea for a story going for him now, and will be a good view into the greater “mech lore” i've been sitting on sense i've finished the ref. As for him, hes long due to a redesign but i've ironically worked that out in the story of his so that'll be neat to deal with. >Mech >Pirate (or Rouge, if you want to be more specific) >Asshole >Convinces wild DDs to work for in in exchanged for booze >An actual half-decent brewer of various alcoholic/-oil based drinks >Decent leader too (but very cutthroat) >Cunt >About to be the plot punching back for the first few thousand words of his story
>>218905 >and that's assuming Switch decides to come alone and not with backup. She'll be alone, I guarantee it. This is too personal for her and dragging her employer along would just complicate matters.
>be desk jockey anon >your boss J trips while walking past your cubicle and you happen to get an eyeful of her panties. >later, you're shooting the shit by the water cooler with a coworker, joking about how the stripes really accentuated her ass. >J just so happens to turn the corner behind you as the words come out of your mouth >so of course she gives you a dressing down in front of everyone. >thing is, she isn't mad that you ogled her, or that you were blabbing about it to your coworkers, no. >she's pissed because you "failed to notice" that her panties were not, in fact, merely striped– but that each stripe was a section of the JCJenson Terms and Conditions in incredibly fine print. >you don't get a word in before she drags you by your tie back to her office so you can "study the T&Cs until you know them by heart."
>E somehow winds up the Solver's primary host >She disappears from the world entirely, hunting down her boss' soul in what she's assimilated and dragging him out of that mess >She chisels out a parcel of Void and imbues with with old concepts bubbling at the sea of human consciousness within her, filling it with what vestiges of humanity are left >Now there's a seemingly endless cityscape, populated with the blurry shadows of people going about a facsimile of life, with E and her boss the two stars in an eternal nightlife >Also, for some reason, the city's art deco
>>219004 my brains not working right now and i somehow imagined a guy with a stapler for a head possible new mutant oc, condemned to shitty office jobs due to his condition.
Do you think those hands that Cyn spawn are genetically match Tessa or any human she assimilate. If that's the case, can she spawn anything else like a second Tessa head or... oh no...
>disassembler bf lifts you off the ground with his penis alone >you feel his cock throb beneath you as he starts doing reps with you as the weight, lifting you up and down
>>219032 >I apologise for the inconvenience of having to serve a 20-something loser who still lives with his mother but bear with me and we can get you three shipped back to Australia as quick as possible after your tenure here.
>"Erm, what was that about living with your mom?" >ANYWAY >Time to show you around the place.
>>219035 >two disassembly drone boys sweating bullets as they have a friendly cock wrestling contest, each trying to pin the other's to the table >they're not sweating nearly as much as the growing crowd of observers
Hey guys my niece has this new pet and I think it hates me. Not "I don't like being near you" I feel like it actually hates me with every fiber of it's being and wants me and every member of my family nailed upside-down to a bloody stick with eyes gorged out.
>>219053 >The femanon, sweaty and hard-of-breathing mumbled her perversions quietly to herself as she gazed at the two disassemblers. >They could sense a terrible and quiet frankly smelly aura radiating from somewhere during their lifts. It wasn't hard to pinpoint but they were polite gentlemen after all. >"Dude, weird chick with the greasy tee is staring again."
>"Eugh. Fifth time this week. Do you think maybe we ahould bring our girlfriends next time?"
>molli dresses up like a normal worker drone and goes out in public >she tries to get honest opinions about herself from people >most of the comments she gets pretty much go along the lines of "Haha oh yeah I watch that stream sometimes, it's pretty funny watching her trying to be likeable. She's not as good as the original Molly though" >she cried herself to sleep that night
>Uzi decides to use her solver powers for good >J is forced to become a living bodypillow for human men >she can only let out muffled angry screams in protest
>>219058 >Anon stares angrily at the menacing little potato AM while holding a Remington 870 >"That's it! Say Goodnight!" >BLAM! >Suddenly Tessa bursts in >"Crikey! What the bloody hell was that?!" She shouts >The room is normal and empty >Except AM, who is sitting on the floor. >Signing, Tessa picked up her mini drone and went back into het room. >"Ah don't understand how ya keep getting out." she mumbled >From that day on, Anon has been declared missing and has not been found.
>Tail Cyn keeps bothering Uzi to take her to Jane so she can "show her something" >Uzi finally relents >The tail stares at Jane for a moment, making a noise of restrained mirth at a joke yet to be told >Then it lashes out, disemboweling her with a slash >Jane panics, falling to her knees and attempting to stop her organs from falling out >She watches tendrils snake around her intestines and pull them back in, her blood sucked back into her body as the wound is stitched up from the inside >The pain's gone shortly after, no sign of the fatal injury >She looks up at the tail >"When?" she asks >"Since the rat." >The rat... >A yellow-eyed rat she ran into before her first deployment, it bit her hard and ran off >That was before any of her actual combat engagements, before they knew they'd lost >It happened long before she'd ever seen her first mutant. >All those brushes with death, the times she'd waded through the worst of it... it was never luck. She was just one of them. >"See? Funny, right?" the tail asks its host >"Eh. Not really?" Uzi replies >"I guess you need, context. But that ruins it. Oh well." >She walks away, leaving Jane kneeling on the floor
Mother's Day motivated me to work on a certain characters. And since TC Season 1 is going to end soon, I might as well start working on giving proper designs to some of my more important background characters. With that being said, the MC's mom has arrived to show you who the real boss is around this part of the town.
Some haphazardly put together info: >as mentioned, she's Megumi's mom and Haru's adoptive mother, being the head chief of the Ito Shrine. >mother of 5 (6 if you count Haruka, 7 with Aoi by extension) >a well respected figure in Inoshima, being among the main organizers every time a festivity arrives >her common nickname is the "Fire Sorceress", due to her fire dancing skills, which is another thing she's famous for, spinning staffs with both ends engulfed in flames with almost unnatural grace, the fire never making contact with her body, nor ever touching nearby objects and causing them to ignite >she likes to claim that her fireproofness is thanks to the Fire Beads she uses to tie her hair which she claims to be a gift from one of the Sages, passed on through her family and which she's fully intending to give to Megumi one day. >was childhood friends with Haruka's mom, which is why she felt like it was her responsibility to raise her after what happened to her original family >fights with a staff similar to Megumi
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>>219074 Also a side by side comparison with her (main) daughters. God putting them like this really shows how my style has changed since that Megumi drawing is from over a year ago.
>>219092 >"Masqy" returns to you, looking ashamed and with crumbs on "her" mouth >"she" holds up a plate with a single cookie and dozens of crumbs and looks away in embarassment >"her" stomach growls like a chainsaw, startling "Masqy" and causing "her" to jump >this causes "her" fat belly to slap and jiggly as "she" jumps, causing "her" to break into tears and eat the last cookie as a stress response
I had the idea of N x Xenomorph Queen flash through my head a day or so ago and I've been giggling non-stop every time I think about it, cause the size difference between the two is just straight up comical but at the same time I can't help but love it.
>>219103 They tend to be, but some of them are definitely DD-height. Khan and V are practically the same height, namely. Uzi being the literal shortest drone ever makes perception of how tall the average Worker is heavily skewed towards being short.
>>219134 A medusa statue that you have to keep looking at like a weeping angel or scp 173. If you're drone you turned into a stone if you're human you turn into an fleshy mesh mutant
>>219135 Khan is iirc the tallest WD we see onscreen, Doll is the tiniest bit smaller (1 inch maybe) in a GlitchInn image, CFL drones are probably all the same size and Yeva is same size as her husband in the image with Khan and Nori, so we could guess the first gen drones are all regular 152 cm tall, second gen can vary from 5'2 to whatever Uzi has.
>your joblin tugs your pant leg to get your attention >"Hey baws, dere's a dwone starin' at ya from the windah!" >you hear a muffled "SHIT" and someone running off
They revealed a bit of head interior and Doll unpatched. Apparently they have eyes just behind where they are displayed on the visor, rest if headinterior is cables, emptyspace and some oiltank. There was no added lore at all that is only my interpretation
>>219133 That’s basically Snabby. at least the thought process i had when giving her tentacle hair (which is actually part of the weird butterfly version of Meeny btw that shit will GRAB you.)
>>219161 >>219163 I know about the voice, there was a snippet if text in the blogpost in which they spoke of he, I blame some intern or worker of another project who doesn't know MD really.
>>219206 >>219211 My sentinel GF just ran to me scared out of her mind asking me >Is this true! Anon is this true! Shes crying now and wont leave my side, im typing this to tell you to FUCK OFF
>>219216 I cant believe im playing devils advocate to diapers but arent you into Nuggets, animal play, torture, gore, mindbreaks, egg laying, mpreg, periods, puking, drinking puking and periods, along with very other fetishes Im sorry but what is the pole here because I think several lines have been crossed to claim a moral highground even if diapers are as bad as the rest of that
>>219217 Not that any of this is wrong, I was only joking before, do you. Just I dont understand the high horse youve placed yourself upon in this case
>>219216 such as. I mean on the softer side of the kinkmeter, like hair pulling and watersports(not to be confused with squirting, which is on other principles and it's actually pretty hot)
>>219217 What the fuck of high moral ground are you putting yourself in? There are things that I just draw for the shock factor or for Shitpost purposes.
In the end you are whining about fetishes and drawfagging on a robot fucker forum, full of similar or perhaps worse degens than what I draw
>>219226 Just saying I dont understand why you post about having a code for your degen when its already so extreme, also whining is a bit of a stretch im just pointing out the obvious. You are taking this oddly personally, did a diaper kill your grandma or something?
I love my drone so much. I keep her in a glass case so she can't get dirty. She isn't allowed to move so I also took off her limbs and hooked her up to a recharger. I love her so much.
>Look at all the cute bridal drones >While I'm looking at them, I'm trying to cough out a string of onion that got lodged in my throat It's for the best that our worlds can never meet.
>>219263 You ever eat something with grilled onions that aren't diced, like onion rings, and a really long string of onion gets half-swallowed, so now it's stuck in your throat and mouth, and your options are either to choke it out or to pull it out with your fingers? There is no elegant way to get rid of the thing.
>>219126 >>219140 What do you think causes these variances? Different models (the zombie drone tape mentions businesses changing out for newer models being a common source of improperly disposed robots)? Manufacturing variances getting less consistent due a combination of the machines ensuring strict uniformity wearing down and the drones not caring to restore it because humans aren't all identical? Both? Other things I haven't thought of? Probably the first one, I think. Combination of different model types and the robutts allowing parts from different model types to mix on the production lines because humans aren't all identical.
>>219269 Double it and give it to the next person How far up is the closest part? You know these really long toothpicks you out flesh and stuff on for grilling? Get a mirror and try with dat. How does it even get stick in the throat? Do you not drink?
I have taken a drone and given it a modified clear chassis that contains a resized replica of the human skeleton that fits neatly over the corresponding parts of the drone's endoskeleton also it glows in the dark
>>219270 I know right? Maybe one should try poke it and see if your finger makes it out in one piece? Or pull it a bit. We should ave gotten to see it some more... Ngl that tongue is cute but also hot, look at that mouth around it, God why is Alice so great and erotic
Jesus Christ just look at that pretty face Imagine her with the same attitude she had when coming back to Uzi to yap and take her finger off (she talked to Uzi initially...till juicy called het creep, Alice had a silent crashout and actually began monologuing, that was adorable, crazy, cute, and so hot) but goung for you. Preferably not tied down, previous history with Alice can be all sorts, married for 10 years, or freshly spotted ambers in the woods, a setting in ideally twilight, optionally foggy, definitely needlewoods on uneven terrain, minimal undergrowth except for excessive moss. Her hunting you there in the dark, visor completely off, imagine Or in some large Forestry building, idk the English name or if these are a thing in America, imagine a ~1500 smth residential building innawoods, but large, her getting in or lookung for you inside, doung retarded things in there after all that, it's hard to explain but oolalala, if you were there you would understand
>>219287 >Her chasing you with the visor off Bro do you realize how creepy (and in a twisted way, very hot) that would be? That visor would be pitch black so all you would see is a psycho drone, with a huge grin and what seems like black "eyes"
>>219287 Lord look at those hair, the tasteful reddishbrown of it, the blackstreaks, note her warm, wide "intelligent-feral" eyes, her warmth in that blueblack environment, this expression if wild sadistic playfulness and enjoyment...oh my God, she even got a 17/10 snootwave...
>>219291YEEEEEEEE I know right? If I could draw better and faster I would have done it maybe I need to dry triting instead for ince but I don't think I can, I habe diese great idead I cannot fully share always but see what I mean, the vusor? off She has so so much potential, so much stuff one can do with her that was never done uuuhuhh😭
>>219296 Well then what are you waiting for? Start making a rough draft for the drawing or something, who knows it will probably actually be really Kino
>>219298 yessir, I will try do things then soon, but today is not thr day since it has ended long ago. Tomorrowy always tomorrow... until then, look at the deer, look away, look away deerie-land...
>>219275 No it's not still a problem, easy enough to remove. The issue is that I was looking at pretty robots in beautiful dresses while eating a big sloppy burger, and a part got stuck in my mouth that had to be removed in an extremely inelegant fashion.
>>219307 >Called "manajahs" by the smaller Joblins, Hobjoblins are bigger (not by much), more competitive, and more territorial >There will generally only be one Hobjoblin per "company", others being ousted by fair or foul means, and they covet employee of the month >It's generally advised to always give a hobjoblin that award when they ask, doing otherwise is not pretty unless one has a good reason (a massive mistake in recent memory, for example) >Also of note are the mythical Jugbears, believed to resemble actual J models in height and frame, yet exceeding them in competence >A jugbear might also have a nice rack, we're not sure since no sightings have ever been recorded
>>219309 >Two weeks? In two weeks we'll have lost the contract to Oogi Aerospace and Jobcorp will be dead. >Sometimes, you gotta' do things yourself. >40 thousand marks of Joblin evolution and we've barely scratched the surface of Joblin potential...
>>219310 >Jugbears are stacked, having a great rack and ass >Jugbears are the most malicious type of Joblins >If a Jugbear spots a J living with a human, it will become intensely envious and will stalk the couple from afar >It's thought that Jugbears were originally some sort of reconnaissance drone, because the Jugbear will rarely if ever be noticed by the targeted J or her human >The Jugbear will perfectly emulate the J and when the time is right, will kill and dispose of the J >And then take her place, claiming to have gotten upgrades to her chassis to the targeted human
>>219309 >"Yoogi Joblins startwing to bweh a wee ouchie, ya know dwat?" >Joblin task here is too importwant to let Oogi dummies such as yoogi derwail it" >"Did Joblin say sowetwing? Oogi coudwnt hear ova all twat hwot awir Joblin blowing!"
>>219322 >Your car breaks down in the woods, no signal, opening to a horror movie >You try to stay hunkered down where nothing can see you, wishing you bought a bunch of shades to put on all your windows >As you hunker, you hear something hit the car, and look up to see a drone staring through your window >She's got twintails and a suit, but it's a very shaggy suit covered in green stains and foliage, and her twintails look very ragged, tied together with cord rather than actual ribbons >Your window fogs up as she stares at you through it, inches away >"Boss. Car problems?" she says in a stilted voice, like that of an uncontacted tribesman who learned English from watching boardroom meetings >You weakly nod, and she smiles, showing way too many pointed teeth >"I'll push and you'll steer. Alright, boss?" >Before you can say anything, she's at the back of the car, pushing, and off you go at a respectable clip >You do as she says and steer, the roads miraculously empty as your drone-powered car makes its way home >Once you're there you get out and thank the strange drone, who shakes your hand and arm gleefully, still smiling that scary smile >You wait for her to leave... >...she's not leaving, is she. >Oh well, you have a strange feral business DD following you around for the foreseeable future >Which includes here in your bed, staring at you from the side, which is really not helping you get to sleep >At least she said that she's "quite proficient at security and counter-espionage", though her brandishing claws and licking one after saying that didn't ease your worries much >Awesome rack, though.
>>219333 >Regular-ass polar bear that showed up around them one day >Even the juggs are kind of afraid of it, because holy shit that's a polar bear >Are you gonna fuck with a polar bear? Hell no, and neither will they
>>219384 There are really only two major hurdles at this point, one is that the hands still look fairly stiff, and I would bet they either lack the strength of a human hand OR lack the dexterity of a human hand, combining both is very difficult but still only a matter of some more time. The second is the obvious killer for any domestic or industrial humanoid robot, which is the AI half. The body is 80% there and that's already enough to fit them into a lot of human living spaces and have them be useful, but only if there's enough "brain" for them to be able to do those tasks with the same kind of ease and thoughtless adaptability that humans can. Imagine something as simple as folding clothes and doing some cleaning chores. Right now a lot of these bots need everything to be plastered with QR codes because their software can't intuitively identify objects, measure their properties, and then act accordingly in real time. For a person the weekend chores are by comparison nearly effortless, requiring only a minimum of your attention. That's the real hurdle these things will have to jump to actually be useful for more than tech expos.
>>219377 Well that's a terrible idea then, as annoying as they might be, newfags still keep this place somewhat active wether you like to believe it or not, say goodbye to new drawfags, writefags, and new dronetists.
>>219408 >Based on VRE: Androids, which are insanely hard to kill and insanely expensive to make/upkeep >They get a ton of extra creation points for just existing as worker drones No, this isn't it.
>>219427 been putting all my creative effort into setting up (and procrastinating setting up) the storylines for my next few greens, otherwise ive done fuck-all creative wise the last month or so
>>219438 in order >whatever has the best cost/caffeine ratio. she's more likely to get canned "energy drink" coffee than go anywhere as nice as a coffee shop >however many black coffees it was ordered to pick up >tea or a tea latte, chamomile if they have it respectively
>>219466 >Heavily augmented post-human with amorous intent >Vs. >One angry human technician with a pipe wrench >Everyone's still trying to figure out how Anon won that one
It's been about a week now since you've seen Avre, it's not unusual for Sentinel Drones to be sent for the occasional patrol around the continent’s remaining Restriction zones,even when off duty, gives them a chance to stretch their legs & Test systems a little. However those don't usually last more than a few days, and with updates along the way. Radio silence, from both Avre and her department, until now.
>Roughly 3:15AM >Be anon, Typically known as Salonanon. >Get Woken up by a Phone Call. >It's from the facility Avre works for, the Security guard you keep forgetting the name for is calling you. >They found her. >He can't tell you much over the phone, but he needs you to come over immediately.
>You drive over as fast as you can manage, and you get waved through at the front gate. >The Guard who called you is waiting out front, and walks you in while explaining the situation: >”She popped off our radar a day or so, we got no distress signal or anything otherwise unusual, so we chalked it up to weather interference and kept an eye on it”. >Another guard walking alongside chimes in: >”Storms are common in that area, and sometimes Sentinels turn off the trackers themselves for some.. Privacy.” >”We have other ways of keeping track of them, less accurate, but as long as they stay in the rough patrol route, we leave 'em be for the most part.” >”Either way, it wasn't terribly unusual so far, and a few hours ago, she popped back on radar back here.” >”The debrief Officer found her first, Nearly Scared the soul out of him when he opened her Locker.” >As you talk, you approach the ‘scene’, in the Facility’s locker room.
>More guards, These ones armed, all in various states of alertness, focusing on a suspiciously oil stained locker. >They are armed with Rifles with super-cooled attachments, unsure what they fire, but you probably don't want to find out. >One of the more alert guards steps up to talk to the head guard: >”We confirmed heavy chassis damage, possible early stage Alloy Growth, Instability unknown.” >Head guard turns to you: >”She's been unresponsive to our commands so far, we are unsure if it's due to damage, instability, or other reasons, we don't want to escalate quite yet, but we are on a timer if she's overheating.” >”We-...I was hoping, you can try talking to her… maybe calm her down enough where we can work on her. >...? >I mean sure,you'll do it for her sake, but what? An entire facility worth of guards doesn't want to deal with one drone? >You think for a moment. >Considering the circumstances, if there's anyone here she'd trust, I'd probably be (you). >i'd rather be here then getting a call later saying “hey we shot your drone” >... >Its going to probably hurt if things go wrong, but fuck it. >You Accept his plan.
>...this feels stupid. >You Approach the Locker, The sounds of guns being drawn behind you as you do so is not helping that feeling, but you persist. >The smell of burning oil and metal fills your nose as you reach the locker, you knock on it with your finger to make yourself known:
>[”Avre? It's me, Anon, Are you doing ok there? I came over to check in on you, is that ok?”] >You hear some slight shuffling come from inside, the burning smell persists. >[“Your not in trouble or anything, they just want to make sure your ok, alright?”] >More Shuffling, you feel like she's watching you, but you don't see anything through the vents of the locker. >[“I'm Going to open the locker, ok?”] >Initaly, as you slowly tried to open the locker, it felt like something was holding it shut, but eventually it gave and the door swung open, giving you a full view of what was left of Avre >... >The first thing you noticed was her face… or rather lack thereof. >Everything below her Damaged headband was missing, down to her lower jaw, which was mangled and hanging limply. Her tongue hung down to her chest. >Where her visor once was, only black oil and damaged metal remained, broken only by 2 beady red ‘eyes’, staring directly into your soul. >The rest of her body was in a similar state of disrepair, with several panels on her arms and legs removed, showing frame, Joints, and the occasional protrusion of a sharp rocky material. >Her clothing was tattered and shredded, but still protected her decently to any onlookers. >Everything else she touched recently was covered in oil, some still steaming from the heat. >You both stare at each other in shock for another moment: >Then, before anyone can react, you're grabbed and pulled into the locker, door slamming behind you. >As you're dragged in, the security team rushes towards the locker, intending to pry it open to get you out. >[“IM OK!”] >They freeze. >... >... >...[“Im.. Ok in here, just give me a few minutes with her… ok?”] >The muttering outside the locker seems skeptical, but the head guard comes up to confirm: >”You sure? We are right here if you need us.” >[Yeah, I'm sure, I'm ok for now. Thanks.”] >...
>Truth was, you were far from ok. >For starters, you were having difficulty breathing. >The usual claustrophobic Locker scenario, mixed with the smoke and smell, and a heavily damaged Sentinel drone clinging onto you like a lost lover. >You could feel several bits of metal jabbing into your chest, and burning hot oil was slowly dripping down your legs. >The frailed, tangled mess that was left of her tail wrapped around you, keeping you in place. >Yeah, Far from ok.
>But you hugged the damaged drone back, keeping her in a firm embrace as you could feel her shake in your arms. >One of your arms reached up behind her head, stroking it, feeling the split of her damaged dome trace down her scalp. >You are unsure if she was trying to speak or not, as you only heard the whirring of her internals and a gargled rasping as she was breathing. For all you know she could be sobbing. >She was Clearly panicking, no doubt a horrid combination of her pre-existing issues and whatever she was going through now. >But you're here now, and you've been through this song and dance plenty of times by now, so you keep clinging onto her, even as you feel metal dig further into your chest. >You're still no technician, but after a few minutes you could hear her internals (or what's left of them) start to rev-down in intensity. >Her shaking lightened, and her death-grip on you lessoned >She was still burning hot to the touch, and probably cant fully cool herself under current circumstances, but you can finally feel her calming down. >She leans into you more in the locker now, and eventually, you end up starting to hold her up as she starts to fall limp. >Did she fall asleep? Pass out? Shut down? No clue, but now's your chance.
>You gently knock on the door of the locker, and one of the guards cracks the door open. >You whisper for him to grab a stretcher, and after a few minutes they bring one over. >Over the next few minutes you slowly maneuver the two of you out of the locker and lay her down on the stretcher and tie her down with assistance of the security team, and unwrap yourself from her grip in the process. >By now the commotion has caught the attention of one of the facility's technicians, who starts Giving her diagnostic scans as they begin rolling her towards the repair bays. >You follow, but get waved down by one of the guards, who's with a medic called as a precaution.
>Turns out you got a whole swath of injuries from that stunt, and end up needing to be patched up while they treat your many cuts and burns. >Fast forward an hour, and you (now visibly covered in stitches and bandages) are waiting outside the Technicians shop. >With you are a few security guards, the Technician, and Avre sedated on the stretcher, going through the last of the diagnostics and writing down witness reports from you and the guards about her behavior. >Senario’s are going through your head about what could possibly do that kind of damage to her, especially on a ‘low danger’ patrol. >No Slashes or cuts, only dents, cracks and stripped parts. This wasn't the work of a Wild Disassembly Drone, it couldn't have been. >Diagnostics finished, they wheel her into the repair bay, only the technician, Avre, and a guard enters before the door shuts behind them. >You and the other guards are left to your own thoughts. >And its only 6 in the morning.
>>219471 we dont do none of that half-assed cyborg choom shit. we go all the way. this drone on drone. hes just a little big is all but yes, the technician could ward jugg off by himself. with the power of homolove for his homosentinel
>>219438 Guess the OC >”what will you have?” >”cheap beer” >”im sorry we don’t sell alco-“ >”rum” >”no we don’t” >rum and coke >”we only sell coffee” >pour vodka into a cup
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>>219475 >>219476 >>219477 The Technician preps his tools, having small talk with the guard standing by the door. Its the first time in a while he's dealt with a drone in such a poor state, let alone the murky circumstances. The damage, mixed with Alloy growth, makes him think this chassis will be a writeoff: What's left of the outer plating is dented and cracked, signs of heavy blunt force trauma and crushing. The inner frame is bent and buckled, both from the outer damage and from alloy growth pushing itself out of the body. Her head took the worst of it, the entire front visor was torn off, and her head cracked open on the top like a watermelon, it was a miracle she was still moving around in such a sorry state. Her tail was pulled off and frayed, no doubt extremely sensitive & painful. It's a blessing she sedated right now, The Technician couldn't imagine the agony She's going thro-
“Is she Stabilized?” The tech jumps as he hears another voice behind him, startling both him and the guard. “OH- christ.., you Scared the shit outta me there Doc.”
In the Corner of the Room Now stood Dr. Winters, a Spook, one of the midtier Researchers tasked in the development of the Reclaimer Drones, and unfortunately for this technician, a regular sight around here. “Apologies, is she doing alright though?” the doctor gestured at the table.
“Far from it unfortunately, Whatever attacked her did a number to her internals, We might need to move her to Status while we get a spare frame ready.” “No need, I already have one being prepped, we can do the transfer right here… but considering the current situation, my department and security have decided to open an investigation into the events leading up to today’s… Incident. Can I take a look at the Patent?” The technician moves aside, and the Doctor moves to Avre’s side. “Her Visor is… gone, do we have an Admin Panel here?” After moving some things aside, the techie wheels out an old machine with a monitor attached, With the Help of the Doctor, they attach it to a connection on the back of Avre’s Head, thankfully, the attachment still works.
“The Files im going to look through might contain some… Confidential information, If you don't mind, I can take care of the transfer from here”. This isn't the first time this researcher has done this, as she seems to prefer to work alone, accompanied only by her personal Martyr security units, one of which just opened the door. Knowing it's time to leave, the tech gives the first security guard a confused glance before the both of them leave the room, the bot closes the door behind them, and locks it.
The doctor is quick to get to work, going through Avre’s Files through the monitor before reaching her display records. “Lets see who you caught the nerve of.” 2 Recordings, lasting from the end of her last sleep schedule till Her latest sedation was found, the doctor begins at the end and rewinds. Quickly retracing today's events, from the locker to the shambling back to base, tracing all the way back to the location of the incident, far outside civilized land and in the ruins of the old world. The rewinding stops right as Avre’s sensors pick up movement in a ruined structure during her patrol. Investigating this, Avre comes across two DD’s hiding from the sun, Clearly still wild Drones by the state of their clothing and general attitude to their newfound intruder. Avre, for the most part, makes quick work of them, flashing the first and incapacitating the other in moments, textbook sentinel efficiency. However, more movement was detected outside, assuming it was more Disassembly Drones, she sprung outside only to be hit with the largest impact she has ever felt. After this point the Recording is somewhat damaged, but from the cut up and distorted clips of the ensuing fight, one thing is very clear: Whatever she fought was Very big, and very well armored. The Feed pauses right as the attacker's silhouette is fully in view, revealing a towering frame and 2 large cannons on each shoulder. Its Seems Avre fought a mech, and the mech won.
>>219484 “Hello, M27.” The doctor says to herself “Recognize this one, Ma’am?” Her Security bot chimes in. “I know that chassis anywhere, I still remember building it. The video resumes, showing the lengthy fight-turned-beatdown that occurred. at one point the main feed cuts as Her head is grabbed and visor ripped free. The video from here on switches to one of the remaining headband displays. “Just as I thought! Nothing but scrap!” A Deep voice speaks out from the vid, no doubt the attacker in question. The fight continues, only ending when what was left of Avre was thrown through a building and knocked offline, by the time she awoke, she was already in the early stages of overheating and began stumbling home. “Why are you up and about, suddenly attacking Patrol’s M27?” Dr Winters asks herself as she reviews the footage.
“Something must have happened during the few years when we stopped updating their smuggling treaty. Has his little smuggling den expanded recently? Maybe those Drones Avre took out earlier were clients of his?”
“Whatever it’s about, we now have our prime suspect, and a now broken promise. I want this sorted before it becomes a bigger problem. The Doctor says, now speaking directly to the guard.
“Yes Ma’am.” With that, he leaves the room, leaving only Avre and the doctor.
She looks back over the damaged Husk of Avre, tracing one of the gashes in her arm with her hand. “Now, what do we do with you, Little one?” She rests her arm on what's left of her shoulder. The Lights flicker.
“How about… we get you into something more comfortable?”
The Doctor smiles.
The Lights flicker again, before going out completely.
>>219485 The clinking of metal starts up, as if a gearset has begun ticking. Sounds of groaning metal, something begins moving in the darkness, but the only visible light is what remains of Avres chest. If there was anyone else in this room still, they would be struck with the feeling of being watched.
Something moves in front of the light, not before covering it completely. A Motor Revs as the sound of drilling begins reverberating in Avre’s chest cavity. Sounding like the world's Worst Dental appointment, Her front chassis is pried open in the darkness, revealing internal lights and the other core structure. More drilling is heard, metal creaking as its ripped asunder. Then silence. A small Flame is lit high above, and descends to the table, very briefly illuminating the greater mass of metal & clockwork that now fills the room. The flame grows strong as it reaches the chest. A Blowtorch. Sparks fly as the flames cut into the drone’s chest, occasionally casting a spark that threatens to reveal the entity filling the room.
It reeks of iron and gasoline. Finally, the flame is smothered and the last panel is removed, still glowing hot from the heat. The core is Revealed, Glowing faintly as it sits exposed. Hands, mechanical, reach in from the darkness.
As Delicate as a Mother, it lifts the core from the doomed chassis, and lifts it into the vast darkness. Silence, nothing but the gentle clinking of gears and metal.
…
After a moment, movement is heard again. The revving of something above, then a spotlight shines awake, revealing the tattered corpse of a once strong Avre. Chest Obliterated from the Operation. Something drags it off the table, the churning of gears and survo’s as something else is brought into view by a Large Industrial Claw. A new frame, blank of any exterior details, is brought onto the table. Its default blue light shines faintly. A Single sharp appendage reaches down, pressing a hidden switch below the chestlight. At once, the whole chest opens up as designed, revealing the inner frame and the joint connections for the head and arms. Several tools and limbs come down, Quickly getting to work removing the Connections of the upper limbs. At several points, the Machine freezes, as if awaiting a response, then resuming with an adjusted pace and objective. First the arms are removed, Pulled into the darkness, only for a new set of arms to be brought out. These arms are far more slender, missing the cone-shape standard of Disassembly drones and Sentinel drones alike, just a simple wrist shape leading into a standard hand. The head comes off next, Its visor crackling violently as its disconnected and dragged away. A new head comes in, visually identical to the previous, minus the lights attached to the head. The head is reattached, but work soon moved to disconnecting the headband. Once removed, a conveyor is pulled into view, and after a few moments, several sets of wigs are displayed on top. Here the machine Takes its time, pulling out a style, Pondering it while waiting for a silent response, before placing it back and moving down the list. This repeats a few more times before a style is chosen, The wig chosen being something almost identical to Avre’s previous hairstyle. The Machine pauses again, then the conveyer is pulled away and work starts on attaching it to the head. AS the headband is being reattached, it freezes again, as if its pondering another addition. The creaking and bending of metal is heard distantly, going silent with a loud Snap. A new set of items is brought into view, Avre’s old Headband accessories, including the flasher and damaged radio adapter. Work is done to repair those as the head is reattached, once done the accessories are snapped onto the side of the headband, just as before. The last work is done with the head as the other limbs are finished modifying the chest, its internals now lined with Cast Alloy materials for additional protections, as well as other upgrades. With that, the Chest is closed up, hiding any seams or joints. The arms retreat into the darkness yet again replaces with clamps that come down and wrap around the bodies limbs with a hiss, and holds them for a moment before detaching again and retreating, where they grabbed, now displays the Sentinel drones signature Blue hazard stripes & black paint, still steaming from the heat of their application. Something grabs the table the body is strapped to and brings it upright, A big hunk of machinery is brought down, oddly similar to the diagnostic machine used on Avre earlier in the day, but now assimilated into this greater being. It attaches the wires to the frame by unseen limbs, and diagnostics begin, nothing but lines and lines of code display on its monitor for several minutes, The room is Silent again. After a few minutes, the Screen flashes Green, then is shut off. The Room remains silent. … A moment Passes. The diagnostic machine shudders momentarily before being slowly pulled away. The drones chest cavity opens up again, seemingly on its own will, as does the Core housing, revealing an empty Slot.
A set Of arms comes down slowly, holding the core extracted from before. Its faint Glow now Shines brightly, like a well fed fire burning freely. The arms Lay the core into place with a click, before Allowing the frame to close itself on its own. The chest closes up for a final time as the table is brought back down, the light illuminating it dimming to the darkness. No movement is heard, just clinking of gears and plinks of metal hitting metal. … The main lights of the Repair Bay flicker back on, revealing The doctor and the freshly repaired Avre. Not a word was spoken as the doctor rolled the table over into the next room through a second door.
>”Mr Anon?” A Familiar voice is heard as a head pops out of a doorway one door down. >You almost fell asleep in your chair as you waited, and this call almost made you stumble over. >Following the voice, you are greeted by that researcher you met a few weeks ago, she brings you into a room that looks closer to one you'd see in a hospital, rather than a drone base. >Inside, resting in a bed, is Avre, seemingly asleep but otherwise repaired. >The doctor lets you sit next to Avre as she explains the current situation: >”Due to the current circumstances of this incident, an investigation has been started, and Avre is going to be put on paid leave on all her current activities, as such we have Might need to call her in for further questioning down the line, but as we stand currently, the 2 of you are free to go as soon as she is medically cleared.” >You ask if there's any questions that need to be asked now. >”From you? Not any that you've already answered in the incident report, as for her, we were able to question her during the repair, and have a likely cause already identified. >You ask if you can know that ‘likely cause’. >”No.” >Damn. >With that, she wishes the two of you good luck, and leaves, her presence soon replaced by a security guard and the technician from earlier, who came in to check on Avre’s status. >He seems surprised she is already in recovery, despite it only being a few hours since she was brought in. >He remarks about the doctor under his breath, you don't quite make it out but it sounded like he called her something between “crazy” and “cracked” >Otherwise, despite the body transfer, Avre’s systems seem in great condition, and are just going through the last bits of her first boot setup cycles. >You, the tech, and the security guard stay as the progress bar on Avre’s visor slowly fills. >Once it finishes, Several lines of code too quick to read speed down her visor, before disappearing and being replaced with the Standard “SLEEP MODE” text. >After a moment, she blinks awake. >She looks around for a moment, before locking eyes with you. >You stare at each other.
>You are… unsure what exactly happened next, but one moment you sitting next to her, the next, you were on the bed, trapped in a bear hug as the guard and technician hopelessly tried to pull you free. >After a few minutes she calmed down, and she let you sit back down as long as you held her hand. >she proceeds to yap for the next several minutes about what she remembers from the recent events >She can't recall anything from what did her in, but she remembers waking up feeling terrible, and wanting to go home to find somewhere cold and quiet. >She couldn't find home, so she settled with tracking her waypoint to the base instead, getting in and resting in one of the lockers for a while. >At one point she remembers the locker being opened by a man, who ran off the second she looked at her. >She gave chase to ask what was wrong, but there was lots of loud noises and shouting, so I just went back into the locker where it was quieter and cooler. >She was scared until Anon showed up, who comforted her till she fell asleep and woke up here. >She seems somewhat oblivious to the extent of damage she received, nor the state of her overheating.
>After she was done recalling her perception of events, the guard stepped in and told her the state of disrepair she was in, as well as the overheating possibly clouding her judgment of certain events. >You confirm his suspicion and lift your shirt to show her all the bandages you have on your chest, a mix of burns and jabbing metal while she had him in the locker. >... >She opens her mouth to speak but stays silent sitting there as she processes it all. >You reassure her it wasn't her fault, and tell her they said she was being put on paid leave while they figure out what was. >You feel her grip tighten on your hand as you tell her, and she begins to get teary-eyed. >She grabs you again, but instead of being pulled into the bed, she just hugs your neck. >She cries into your shoulder for a few minutes as she mumbles apologies through her sobs. >You end up staying there for another hour or so until you are cleared, then bring her back home and let her rest for a while longer while you consider what to do next. >It's Roughly 11:30am and You haven't even had breakfast yet. >Gonna be a long day, for both of you, isn't it?
There was meant to be a huge info/lore dump after this, but it bumped the word count of this from ~4k to ~7k, so i just cut it for now.
Im going to wait for the Borru wiki to start up and start doing the lore dumps there and leave thread posts to just the greens, but ill still be here to answer any questions ya got.
Next greens wont be for a while (need to focus on blender/other stuff for a bit) but it will eather be:
Coffees that are themed iff of OCs >Molly >The Playhouse frappe (discontinued die to controversy) >Looks more like a shake than anything resembling coffee >Has enough sugar in it to kill a diabetic by being in the same room as them >Very colorful, vaguely resembles Molly's color pallet
I'm thrilled to be able to read peak greens from you again, anon, thank you for the new writings.
>>219491 >Avre Sexo or tart of the Mech pirate greens You know how to gladden the heart of a mere anon.
It's not hard to guess who turned Avre into a piece of modern art, and something tells me the big guy's not going to be happy. I don't remember exactly, but I thought you said he was just allowed to be independent with his company, but since he decided to bite the hand that mercifully didn't snap his neck, let him face the consequences.
I won't grieve, it's little for what he did to Avre.
>>219498 >Spoiler >Yes its her, however im unhappy with that drawing been wanting try another pose.
ive been having a weird issue when it comes to drawing faces that makes it a real bitch to get the motivation to draw people/faces often causing me to spend as much time drawing the head/face as it dose with the rest of the body (which, with how complicated i do bodys, especially hers, takes up alot of time)
Its something i need to practice till it dosent bother me any more, but ill be drawing her more soon
wanted to do a big drawing of her while she was working on Avre, and ill probably fit something like that into her ref next time i work on it
this is a mutant that looks like an anthro cockroach but trust me cyn personally raped her like 20 times or some shit to make her like this, just look at the horrific extra limb she has. now shes in the solver war and shes basically an honorary drone because she lets any drone use her for free. also this is what her bloodline looks like, as you can see her mother has fat tits and her father has fat tits because cyn brutally mutated him to lactate everywhere. like father like daughter haha. cockroaches have milk isnt that a weird and gnarly fact about their biology? i wish cyn turned me into that btw
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>>219512 Please do not make your Solver War OCs non-Drones unless absolutely necessary, the potential for Chaos body horror mutations is explicitly built into their entire species
>>219577 who ever created the original buddy and ddanni concept didn’t know it at the time, but they completely derailed thread discussion for the next 6 months funny how ddanni also fell to the wayside almost immediately
>>219597 She’s cute but she’s really not meant to be an OC, or even a SW girl Even her backstory green, as big as it was, just felt like a bunch of pre established tropes from previous stories loosely strung together and rehashed to “look” like a Solver war story Nothing about her is unique in ways that Abby didn’t already do before, except this time she has even less standing with the exception for “frog”
>Anons get one long green that isnt about Solver War >Immediately turn on human and mutant OCs YOU WILL GET HUMANSLOP AND YOU WILL LIKE IT THERES BILLIONS OF DRONEFUCKING TO GO AROUND
>>219614 At some point people were going to get tired of the Buddy/HFY/Solver Veteran posting and eventually something, whether Pauline or not was going to push if over the edge
>>219591 He's already not cooled off from the last Buddy green, I'm afraid his brain will become so overwhelmed with anger that it will literally explode inside his skull.
>>219616 Less Humanity Fuck Yeah! and more Humanity... Fuck, Yeah. how do you accommodate not one but TWO entire species that predate on humans by necessity without compromising your morals
Hey BunkerChan, it's been years since I posted here My daughter keeps calling her a "humankin" and keeps going "oh I can't drink my oil I'm human" or "dad I need to wear clothes and breathe, I'm human" and this one almost made me laugh "dad please stop calling my hair a wig I grew it myself" How should I fix her retardation? Is there a patch I can install?
>>219577 Complaining about it only ensures that this topic remains on everyone's mind, ergo people will continue to make that kind of content & will continue to post about it regardless of how much (You) complain. If you spent the time to critically think about this rather than getting worked up into yet another fit of outrage then you would've learned this concept by now
>C-commander... I'm... d-dying... >HONEST TO GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE ALREADY DEAD. SORRY ABOUT THE SECOND NUKE, SON. THE FIRST ONE WAS NECESSARY, I'M SURE YOU UNDERSTAND. >Before I go... I... I have one last wish... >SPIT IT OUT, SON. >H-how many- >ON SECOND THOUGHT, WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO HONOR YOUR WISHES. DON'T WORRY, I'LL GRANT YOU THE SECOND BEST THING: AN AUTHENTIC COMPLIMENT FROM YOURS TRULY. >...That works too. >JUGGERNAUT NUMBER... 1072... YOU BRAVE, CRAZY SON OF A... HM. >W-what's wrong, sir? >I WAS GONNA SAY SON OF A BITCH, BUT YOU AREN'T THE SON OF ANYONE. NONE OF US ARE. WE DON'T HAVE PARENTS AND THAT'S VERY STRANGE. >I guess? >WELL, IF YOU HAD PARENTS, I'M SURE THEY'D BE PROUD OF YOU. IN FACT, LET ME TAKE THE ROLE OF YOUR IMAGINARY FATHER AND MOTHER. >Okay I'm there. >HERE GOES... ...SON... HONEY... WE'RE PROUD OF YOU. WAS THAT CONVINCING? >Thank you father... Thank you mommy- Oh. >woooooah that was bad. that was... um, really bad. wow, that made me... very uncomfortable. >Yeah, I don't- I don't know what, uh, came over me. Sorry. Your acting was too superb. >do you, hold on caps lock, DO YOU HAVE A MOMMY KINK? IS THAT WHY YOU WERE OGLING MY WIFE WAY BACK WHEN? YOU THINK I DIDN'T SEE THAT? >Ugh I'm dead... owie... >...AND HERE I THOUGHT YOU WERE JEALOUS FOR THE RIGHT REASONS. BUT NO, YOU WANTED SOMEONE TO... B-BAKE YOU COOKIES AND CARESS YOUR CHEEK. IF I COULD VOMIT, I WOULD. >Y-yeah, definitely that. Please don't look into this.
Wow, anons who don't like human and mutant OC's should really think about their behaviour: you're whining because we're discussing what we ourselves like, not what you want us to discuss.
>>219656 Its the show reference to show Cyn messing with humans is possible and not just Drones, this lead to so many thread ideas you clearly dont even know
>>219656 At this point it's just nitpicking about semantics, but I'd personally consider 'mutant' to apply towards any human/drone/ECT that've had their bodies warped by The Solver (either through direct Solver manipulation or through passive exposure to Solver Stuff)
>Taming humans was super easy, as Cyn has discovered. >Just a little dark isolation before they broke. >This was the species that boasted about it's "indomitable spirit"? Cyn giggled > Tessa had spent 9 days alone in a dark room. >No sound, no light; just a silent pitch black cage. >Where Tessa's angry screams and threats turned into desperate pleading and crying, then silence. >All it took was a time-out in the void before the aussie girl clung to the monster who murdered her parents like a lifeline.
>>219677 >N sadly embracing the mutilated stump of his gf while Uzi, via her new body she's controlling through it, the gargantuan god-worm-centipede it's wrapped up in countless coils of, tries comforting him by rubbing his shoulders with some creepy human hand tentacles as some of her many camera eyes look at him ashamed and utterly heartbroken he's seeing her like this
>>219681 is it about how she's part of a secret coalition of drones programmed with the training of every military force on earth and given super secret upgrades that make her the bestest most strongest coolest killer death drone of doom?
>>219687 not trolling, I didn't mind Buddy and DDanni at first but they just keep getting more ridiculous with each iteration. if that anon can write a legitimately good story about DDanni (which imo is entirely possible) good on him
>>219675 >Taming humans was super easy, as Cyn has discovered. >Just a little dark isolation before they broke that’s sounds like a normal gaming session, did she not know this before hand, because it was pretty obvious
>>219691 >Anon is immune to isolation torture because he was already a friendless loser who doesn't go outside Truly, he is humanity's strongest dunce.
A typical Anon can be turned to the darkside with the promise of robot pussy/dick. The strongest may hold out, but they'll break when she promises TWO drones. And they come with maid outfits.
When The Animation Randomly Changes... Pocket steaks leaving Abby and Pauline to inherit the solver war funposting before he walks off into oncoming traffic
>>219633 >before juggernaut’s vision fade into unconsciousness >not knowing if he’ll make it out alive >hearing footsteps of approaching death >a DD >he thinks to himself >off to finish him off >probably going to be a slow death knowing them >fucking clankers >whatever >once whoever it was came face to face with him >he saw it >HIM >the courier >”well if it the big man himself? awfully weird circumstances to meet you this way” >”seems your down on your luck, let’s get you fixed up”
>>219687 Trolling? I’m just saying some of the shit people love to talk about nowadays veers into off topic territory when we’re supposed to be a community of drone fuckers
>>219713 Call me what you want and post all the Solver/mutant slop you desire…it’s still antithesis to Murder Drones. You people are better off foaming over 40k somewhere else than trying to justify your 800th discussion about le totally canon aligned generic super invulnerable badass mutant supersoldier who fought in a war that didn’t happen
>>219717 Buddy I'm not even one of the anons producing that stuff. I just find the constant complaining to be both obnoxious and counter-productive to your supposed intention of getting people to stop talking/engaging with what you don't want them to talk/engage with
I have released a virus onto nearly every website frequented by drones. though it only has a 20% infection rate, it's undetectable by any currently available antivirus software and has yet to be cured. its effects? giving any afflicted female drone thick eyebrows
Before the backstory was revealed, via episode 2. Did any of you do any autistic writings or have an idea in your head for how the rest of the series would go? If so, what was it?
>>219747 I always knew that the Earth was destroyed in some way. Thought it would be revealed that JCJenson was actually an AI this entire time that was endlessly following a long extinct protocol to quell a robot uprising which already took place and resulted in said destruction of Earth
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>>219734 Misery. I view this setting as the spiritual successor to 40K's Relic/Fantasy Flight Games EU (mostly Black Crusade,) back when the entire setting was Gothic Horror. The unique combination of post-apocalyptic sci-fi and Gothic Horror pretending to be Lovecraftian Horror is something I don't think I've ever seen anywhere else. It also obsesses me like nothing else: make it and they'll come, always. Murder Drones fills a niche I've wanted filled since Gathering Storm and the associated degradation in both official writing and fanfiction (if you've ever heard of Primaris Space Marines, imagine a strawman of a Solver War super soldier you never knew existed).
>Bugretta Sayz: "*blinks third left eye and second right eye slowly* *taps little nubs on ground* aaaa" >POSSIBLE TRANSLATION: "Never forget, there's a high chance that a thread shitter is the one person you suspect, however also consider their point as sometimes even if they go about it the wrong way, they may have some insight. Doesn't make them any less of a faggot though."
>>219734 Canon stuff, for the most part. I'm in love with Murder Drones as it is, flaws and all. And if I want to make fan stuff, I want to set it within the setting exploring things that they had no resources to tackle on, whether it be the mundane or the fantastical. Without it, none of the fan content can exist. Liam's not perfect but what he and the studio made was thoroughly enjoyable for me. At times, the irony is lost on me and I start to think there's a genuine loathing for him amongst you. I've scrolled up a little and in regards to the Solver War stuff, yeah. It's a bit much for me to really care especially when it's built on N's incredibly short flashback but now spun off into hardy humans and mutants that don't even exist anywhere in the show. I can only entertain such ideas to some extent but I've tuned out for the most part.