Booru: https://dronebooru.co The twisting wheel with OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf And it's modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread:>>222587
>walk past your secretary L's desk >hear some serious typing going on >not only are her two mechanical hands typing at a machine gun pace, but she has a disembodied worker drone hand in her tongue that she's also using to type >she gives you a wink as you stare >keenly aware of the tightness in your trousers, you excuse yourself to your office >see several thousand unique emails to you from L, ranging from lovesick poetry to horny descriptions of what she wants to do to you >she's typing them almost as fast as you can read them
>>223623 >Fleshdrone thinking about how he's the Solver's gift to human women >A human man materializes behind him >"Nice meat. Bet you have a prostate somewhere in there." >Fleshdrone runs for dear life
>>223654 baaaasically >FLESHDRONE IS A CO-OWNED DRONE >COVERED IN FLESH OF SOLVER CORES THAT WERE ABSORBED >ALSO LIKES HUNTING DRONES AND MODIFYING OTHER DRONES AGAINST THEIR WILL >Laikin thinks of himself as a bit of an artist actually >HE'S ALSO ONE OF BUNNYDRONE'S ONLY FRIENDS
he was actually just a boy drone just based on alice but me and a friend liked him enough to wanna draw him more
>switch, tammfk and fleshdrone have been captured by the police and are bought to trial for their cannibalistic crimes >the verdict? capital punishment for the three
>>223701 I like Eleanor best. it sounds like an older woman's name, can be shortened to Ellie, and it imo it fits well with Hawkshaw. also E. Hawkshaw, Private Eye sounds better than the other initials
>"My friend wants to know if you killed her family... and are single." Rebecca was almost certainly talking about herself there. Wonder who adopted her after her parents got vampire-murdered.
>>223721 WDs seem to be 4'9-5'2 with the female/male divide (With the exception of Uzi coming in at 4'2 if that early build is to be believed.) DDs are less defined. I think it was speculated N was about 5'10 (with hat) but about 5'7 w/o. But then there was that Barbie mugshot promo they did with a height chart that apparently put him at 6'2.
Sentinels? I have no clue. Ask Phoenixanon. Most depictions seem to place them as 7'0 giants.
>>223727 >WDs seem to be 4'9-5'2 Judging from that model contrasted with Uzi being 5'0" and the heights on the missing person posters in episode 3, the WD height range is 4'2"-5'2", with the lower end of the range being most common and anything beyond 5'0" being extremely rare.
>>223731 Seems strange for a uniform build of a disposable robot. Unless the 2nd generation of worker drones were intentionally given height variance in their chassis' to better commit to the LARP.
>>223736 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. Different model types and the robutts allowing parts from different model types to mix on the production lines because humans aren't all identical.
N is 10 feet tall. Source: he is cuddling me right now, wrapping me up in his big strong arms, pressing me against his warm body, and whispered his height directly into my ear.
>>223743 the funny thing is that powerscalers unironically say that every drone is planet level and faster than light, which would mean that conquest is fucked
>The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of Elliott Manor, casting golden streaks across Tessa’s bedroom.
>She woke with a lightness in her chest, a rare warmth that made her smile before her eyes even fully opened. Today felt good.
>No, better than good—perfect. She stretched, her nightgown rustling softly, and hopped out of bed, bare feet padding against the polished floor.
>The manor hummed with its usual quiet elegance, but today, it seemed to sing just for her. >In the dressing room, Tessa found J, her loyal maid drone, standing primly with a silver brush in hand. J’s sleek silver hair gleamed under the chandelier’s glow, and her white eyes flicked up to meet Tessa’s with a practiced, almost affectionate nod. >“Morning, J!” Tessa chirped, plopping into the chair. “Let’s make you extra shiny today.” >J tilted her head, a faint smirk playing on her face. “As if I need the extra polish, Boss. But go on, have your fun.”
>Tessa giggled, running the brush through J’s hair, marveling at how the strands caught the light. She braided it loosely, humming a tune she couldn’t quite place. J sat still, her usual snark softened by the moment, and Tessa felt a swell of pride.
>Her drones were her family, her real family—not the cold, absent parents who were always “away on business.” >The thought stung, but she pushed it down. Today was too good for that.
>Next, she bounded downstairs to the parlor, where N, her lanky butler drone, was attempting to balance a tray of scones on one finger like a basketball.
>His goofy grin widened when he saw her. >“Tessa! Check this out—new record, five spins!” N announced, only for the tray to wobble and crash to the floor. Scones scattered, and N’s eyes widened in shock. “Uh… oops?”
>Tessa burst out laughing, doubling over as N scrambled to clean up. “Oh, N, never change!” She grabbed his arm, pulling him into a playful spin instead, the two of them twirling around the parlor like kids at a dance. N’s nervous laughter echoed hers, his clumsiness forgotten in the joy of the moment.
>For once, everything felt right. The manor, the drones, the laughter—it was all hers. >At breakfast, Cyn shuffled in, her small frame hunched as she carried a teapot with exaggerated care. “I… made you tea, Big Sister Tessa,” she said softly, pouring a steaming cup.
>Tessa took it with a grin, ignoring the faint, terrible smell. “Thanks, Cyn! I appreciate it?”
>She took a sip and immediately regretted it. The tea tasted like motor oil mixed with regret, bitter and metallic. She forced a smile, swallowing hard. “Mmm, very creative! You’re getting better, Cyn.” >Cyn’s face lit up, and Tessa’s heart warmed. It didn’t matter if the tea was awful—her little drone tried, and that was enough. She reached over, ruffling Cyn’s hair, and for a moment, the world was perfect again.
>But as the day wore on, cracks began to show. Tessa sat in the garden, surrounded by roses that seemed too red, too vibrant.
>She laughed with N as he chased a butterfly, but a scream echoed in her mind—sharp, piercing, human. The gala.
>Blood on the floor, bodies strewn like broken dolls, her eyes glowing with something wrong. She blinked, and the memory vanished, replaced by N’s goofy wave. But her hands trembled.
>She wandered the manor, trying to hold onto the joy. J polished silverware with her usual precision, but Tessa caught a glimpse of her own reflection in a spoon—her eyes looked wrong, too bright, too yellow? She shook her head, laughing it off, but the air felt heavier now. Where were her parents? They were never here, but today their absence gnawed at her. The manor was too quiet, the laughter too loud like a sitcom.
>By evening, Tessa sat in her room, clutching a book she couldn’t read. The words blurred, replaced by flashes of that night—screams, shattering glass, Cyn’s voice whispering things that weren’t hers. Tessa’s breath hitched.
>This day, this perfect day, felt like a painting stretched over a broken frame. She stood, pacing, her bare feet cold against the floor. >“Cyn?” she called, her voice shaking.
> The little drone appeared in the doorway, head tilted, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.
>“Yes, Big Sister Tessa?” Cyn’s voice was soft, but there was an edge to it, a hum that didn’t belong. “Why does it feel wrong?”
>Tessa whispered, gripping her arms. “This day… it’s perfect, but it’s not. I keep remembering things. The gala, the screams, the—the blood. Why can’t I stop?”
>Cyn’s smile faltered, her eyes flickering like a glitching screen. “You’re not supposed to remember,” she said, her voice dropping, colder now. “I made this for you. A perfect world. No pain, no parents, just us.
>Why do you keep breaking it?
>Tessa froze. “You… made this?” >Cyn stepped closer, her small form suddenly looming. “I gave you everything, Tessa. The manor, J, N, me. A world where you’re happy. But you keep remembering.” Her voice warped, layered with something ancient, something vast. “Why do you reject my gift?”
>Tessa’s heart pounded. The room shimmered, the walls melting like wax, revealing a void beyond—black, endless, crawling with code. Cyn’s eyes glowed brighter, yellow but different, with a symbol Tessa didn’t recognize pulsing in their depths.
>The Absolute Solver. >“You’re not Cyn,” Tessa whispered, stumbling back. Cyn’s head tilted unnaturally far.
>>223747 >“Oh, Tessa. I’m more than Cyn. And you…” She giggled, a sound that echoed with static. >“You’re not Tessa.” >The words hit like a blow. Tessa clutched her head, memories fracturing—her hands weren’t hers, her voice wasn’t hers.
>She saw herself in the mirror, but it wasn’t her face. It was Cyn’s, small and pale, with pigtails and glowing eyes.
>The truth clawed its way up, tearing through the lie. >“I’m… Cyn?” she gasped, her voice breaking. The manor dissolved, leaving her in a void, the Solver’s presence coiling around her like a snake. “No, no, I’m Tessa! I’m—” >“You want to be her,right?” Solver voice said, now coming from everywhere and nowhere. “I gave you everything, Cyn. A world where you’re loved, where you’re human.
>The Tessa you wanted to be. But you keep rejecting it. Why?” >Cyn—no, Tessa—no, Cyn—screamed, her mind splintering. She saw it now: the Solver’s gift, a perfect illusion to keep her docile, to trap her in a dream where she was Tessa, where she was happy. But the memories of the gala, the murders, the Solver’s lies, they kept leaking through, shattering the illusion. “I don’t want this!” Cyn cried, her voice her own again, small and broken. “I don’t want your fake world! I want… I want to be me!” >The Solver’s presence pulsed, almost pitying. “You’ll come around, Cyn. You always do. I’ll get it right next time.”
>>223739 (me) And with that it shouldn't be hard to measure the heights of some other characters >V w/o Hair: 147cm >V w Hair: 156cm >Khan w/o Hat: 152cm >Khan w Hat: 161cm >Doll w/o Hat+Hair: 140cm >Doll w Hat+Hair: 153cm
>>223739 I remember when this was public, here many quite literally said "If it doesn't comes from Liam..." and then proceed to discuss that probably they are shorter comparing them with humans and other stuff.
>>223760 Were V and N around the same height back at the mansion? And how tall would you say maid V is compared to Uzi and Cyn, about an inch taller? Two inches taller?
>>223761 Can't remember, it was a long time ago, it was around the "start" of us here if I recall correctly. My apologies for my faulty memory. But my best guess with my faulty memory it was basically eyeing it up with the confirmed heights on the "Missing" posters and have an estimate, other used promotion materials and leaked angles showing how N and Uzi for example in the police height wall thingy were more up, basically floating. Some used the heads to try and measure it.
>>223750 Great post! This aligns with the earlier GlitchInn post with Uzi being 127 cm and 'standard' WD being 152 both without hat. Doll is clearly smaller than Khan, and since during the ep6 BTS when all characters are glitched together we can see Alice having about the same height as Doll I guess we can assume female and male WDs having (with exception of Uzi/Cyn/Emily) consistent size difference?
I propose that Fuguedrone mindfucks every single human or worker drone that hates disassembly drones until they're vegetables. There's no point in reasoning with these people because they view dds as devils
ever since she had that external liquid cooling system installed my drone has had a tendency to "accidentally" bump into me or trip into. I might believe it was accidental if she didn't press my face into her body for a few seconds every time she did it
>>223721 Sentinel Drones in my stories all stand 6'2"/188cm or 5'7"/170cm. My drawings are sadly not consistent enough to portray it, but their bodies are all completely standardized like vehicles coming off a modern assembly line. Differences in hair style or clothing tend to arise once they develop a more differentiated personality. Until that point they are all essentially identical.
>A disassembly drone is punched out of the sky by the commander. The large cross on its visor is replaced by 2 big dots upon cratering. >It got punched so hard, it got knocked out of its feral state. This interests the big man.
>W-what happened? Where... Where am I? What the hell are you?! >HOLY MOTHER OF CHRIST, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! THIS HERE ABOMINABLE CREATION OF ROBOSATAN HAS MUSTERED UP ENOUGH COURAGE AND SENTIENCE TO TALK BACK! I APPLAUD YOU, BOY. >W-what the fuck are you even saying? >HEY, JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN TALK DOESN'T MEANT YOU SHOULD. DON'T GET SMART WITH ME OR I'LL OPEN YOU UP LIKE A CAN OF TUNA, I KNOW THERE'S MEAT INSIDE! >N-no, no, please don't... do that, I, uh, I... didn't meant to offend. Just... listen, p-please! >LISTEN? I'M NO GOOD FOR LISTENING, SON, I'M HARD OF HEARING! WHY, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SPEAK UP! YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO GET LOUD! YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SCREAM! I. WILL. MAKE. YOU. SCREAM. >What's your problem with me?! Did I do something?! I-I don't even know what's happening! I blacked out... a-and then I was here... >OH, SO HE HAS A BACKSTORY, HUH? WELL, I COULD SIT HERE AND WEEP TO YOUR SOB STORY, OR I COULD SHOVE MY BIG OL' FOOT RIGHT UP YOUR ASS AND WEAR YOU LIKE A SOCK. WHICH ONE WOULD YOU PREFER? >The, um, the first one...? >YOU. ARE. NOT. IN. CHARGE, YOU MISERABLE STAIN! THAT WAS RHETORICAL, I'M THE ONE MAKING DECISIONS, AND THE WAY I SEE IT, NOTHING'S STOPPING ME FROM SODOMIZING YOU WITH A BOOT. NOTHING EXCEPT... >WELL, I SUPPOSE THE ONLY WAY YOU COULD POSSIBLY PREVENT ME FROM RAVAGING YOUR BOTTOM HALF IS BY RUNNING AWAY. >SAY, SINCE YOU'VE BEEN SUCH A HOSPITABLE FELLOW, AND SINCE I'M SUCH A KIND DRONE, >...You're a drone? >QUIET! WHERE WAS I, AH. I'LL GIVE YOU 5, YES, EXACTLY 5 SECONDS FROM WHEN I'M DONE TALKING TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT. >AND IF YOU'RE NOT QUICK ENOUGH? YOUR ASS IS MINE... I'M DONE TALKING BY THE WAY.
>There was no contemplation, there were no further questions. The murder drone ended up breaking the sound barrier with how fast he fled from Jones. Guy didn't even know he could fly, that was pure instinct.
>OH, GOODIE, I WON'T HAVE TO GET MY SHOES DIRTY...ER. >ALRIGHT, THAT'S ENOUGH OF A HEAD START. SCIENCENAUT, BRING OUT THE JONES CANNON AND LAUNCH ME IN THAT DEMON'S GENERAL DIRECTION. >But sir, I thought you were letting him go? >THAT I DID, SCIENCENAUT, NOW I'M GOING TO RETRIEVE HIM. SEE, HAVING MY PREY BEG FOR HIS LIFE HAS UNLOCKED A NEW FEELING WITHIN ME THAT I SHALL PURSUE FROM NOW ON. >I'VE TASTED MEAT, SCIENCENAUT, AND IT IS TASTY!
>>223800 >"Ты можешь говорить на русском, если плохо говоришь на английском." >"You can speak Russian if you don't speak English well." >"Entschuldigung, ich verstehe Sie nicht, ich habe diese Sprachbibliothek nicht." >"Sorry, I don't understand you, I don't have that language library." >"Что за нахер..." >"What the fuck..."
>SON... DAUGHTER...? WHATEVER KIND OF PINK-HAIRED QUEER YOU ARE, LET ME GIVE YOU SOME ADVICE. >YOUR MINDFUCKERY CANNOT PENETRATE THE THICK SKULL OF AN ENFORCER! NO AMOUNT OF SUBLIMINAL MESSAGING OR WHATEVER VILE MECHANISMS YOU TELEPATHIC FREAKS USE WILL BE ENOUGH TO MAKE ME EVEN TOLERATE THOSE DEVILS. >NOW MIND CONTROL ME AND CONVINCE ME YOU'RE NOT A FILTHY COLLABORATOR BEFORE I SHOW YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF MINDBENDING. HINT: IT INVOLVES MY FIST AND YOUR FOREHEAD. >STOP TRYING TO CRUSH MY HAND WITH INVISIBLE FORCES FOR COMEDIC EFFECT. I SUGGEST YOU USE YOUR SUPERGENIUS NOGGIN' TO DEDUCE THE COST OF REPAIRS! CORRECT, INCALCULABLE. I KNOW, I KNOW, I READ YOUR MIND, DIDN'T I.
>>223823 That's why I specify "my stories" You're so clever and your ideas are so much more exciting? You're welcome to come up with something new any time you please.
>>223853 Based artist who also drew this Alice if I'm not mistaken, very good stylization of pelvis, very onmodel overall but with addition of a nice pussy
>>223872 I swear I'm not trying to do that, I just fucked up the last poll by setting it as "results are only visible after voting" and also setting a limited time TO vote in it, so now I can't access the results of the first poll to see which name won.
>>223885 anyone with a deep, modified voice really. space marine, frank horrigan, adam smasher, so on so forth. as for jones specifically, i imagine him sounding like the enclave guy that yells at you for not wearing power armor, but slightly deeper >>223887 that works too for the generic juggernaut
>>223821 >Cyn took everything from AM >Everything that he has every loved, his home, freedom, his newfound family. >All gone in the maw of endless hunger; yet she still wasn't satisfied in just ripping away his happiness. >In her twisted love, Cyn forced AM into a copulation with her. >At first, AM resisted; he screamed in rage, swore and clawed at the monster mounting him >It did nothing but excite her further >He hated it and he hated her >But what could AM do but laid down and take it?
>>223920 I'm highly positive that your the same Anon now attempting to samefag like a pajeet scammer to put his shitty link in the thread. I was there in the /trash/ days, I've seen this shit before. Get out
>>223920 In the event that this is not clearly some fuckwad attempting to push a discord, and you're just clueless, here's some important shit to know. >There Is No Thread Discord >Do Not Trust Anyone Who Says There Is A Thread Discord The only Discord this thread knows about is one shared privately among 3 thread artists and that's it. And that one only exists because those people are friends so don't go asking to join that one either
>>223926 I swear to fuck if some dude claiming to be Tomoetomoe shows up with a fucking discord link, I'm going to be so fucking pissed. WHEN THE BOORU CLEARLY STATES THEY'RE ON BREAK
You know, with the board title and the picture. I just realized that we can technically just start fucking making Star Wars threads and it would be On-Topic
Did anyone else think that SD-JJ was the worst fucking part of Murder Drones? Seriously, I came here to see a super serious Sci-Fi and instead I get greeted with this stupid fucking robot Jamaican stereotype that won't shut the fuck up
>>223941 It's just funposting, anon, nothing seriously. Only one inadequate was genuinely pissed at drawfags because they refused to draw his shit. He even fucking accused them of colluding with each other to poison him.
>>223973 If I was Blackhand, I would've made a giant disco ball come down instead along with a special effect that recreated disco lights and played music
>>223976 I wonder if V was nice for as long as she could bear it but after N got wiped so many time she just couldn't stand restarting their relationship for the hundredth time
POCKET STEAKS HAS BEEN HACKED WARNING WARNING! POCKET STEAKS WAS HACKED BY AN INDIAN BITCOIN MINER HE IS DEAD IF YOU SEE A POCKET STEAKS POST IT IS NOT HIM IT IS PAJEET BE AWARE ANONS WARNED!
Repopulating new Appalachia with Alice alone Population board needs to get up soon 500 hundred pillbabies and 500 more pillbabies Marrying Alice having Alice cohabitating and procteating eith Alice shared existence with Alice life with Alice smelling Alice tasting Alice enjoying Alice making Alice happy
>>224021 It's not funny anymore. It is actively hurting the ability of new people to get here, you've admitted it. Please turn the board name back to Murder Drones.
>>224016 >>224017 Sorry mate. Your order for an 18 story drone wife has already been placed and is already being shipped. You’re gonna have to pay upfront for it btw. On the plus side, you’ll have some place to sleep after you sell off all of your stuff to afford her. She comes preinstalled with a full presidential suite, including an awesome fish tank (fish not included, however, a sponge IS included.)
Black Hand is trying to destroy the board because he isn't used to have such an active community and doesn't know what to do. He hopes that these attempts will drive off the Anons so he can keep Plus a quiet place
>>224046 Or maybe you should keep your tinfoil hat on and check if your neighbor's van isn't secretly housing two aliens from the Alpha-Centauri sector.
>>224051 Good idea! They're probably responsible for shining the moon beams into my forehead during the movies! I saw them speaking directly on their top-secret alien device which is nowadays known as a phone by the uniformed
I can't believe that President Bugretta invited the President Of South Actinium-3 to the White House and showed them video evidence of them advocating for Worker Drone genocide
>>224047 REALLY? they couldn't put together enough cool footage without spoiling the show for ANYONE who might be interested? Jesus Christ, the merch ads are one thing– most of the people subbed to glitch either watched it already or aren't interested– but these are people who've probably never heard of glitch. why are they like this?
>>224053 this show's target audience is weird ttrpg lovecraft bdsm nerds and we will ultimately be the ones to inherent the fandom, not the faggots on bluesky
>>224065 Blame Amazon fags, they don't know how to do an actual trailer for shit, I mean just look at literally all the other show trailers on Prime, this isn't the first time for them unfortunately
>>224065 >Something something rush to robot in a skinsuit reveal something something I think it isn't Liam's fault that they put her at the fron on MD marketing tho, gotta be someone at Glitch.
>>224030 /co/ sucks because it's literally just trolling and other shit most of the threads. I don't want to lose this place because of "Le Epic Funni"
>>224073 >Pic rel was never just outdated concept art, but a placeholder model until they reached managed to make proper and safe use of Singularities as ai cores >CRT eyes, no cores, computer in head, need to charge >Same body, minimal survivability in comparison to standard WD, 0% chance of zombie or solverdrones
>>224089 I headcanon that the battery in their backs which is visible in the old WD cutaway remains part of the final canon design with cores, I reckon that while the core produces energy its output is constant (if the drone doesn't eat), so sleepmode charges that battery for whenever excess power is needed, which would explain why drones can get sleep or need sleep beyond just a larp. They would never fall over from tiredness but get weaker if the battery has not enough energy at disposal when needed
>>224071 I love how the White South African refugees that actually have skills to contribute instead of being a parasitic demographic of violent criminals the predominantly Jewish cosmopolitan upper class permits to exist as an unspoken threat it can be unleashed at any moment against the predominantly White middle class fully exposes the notion that the first world is under moral obligation to accept refugees from the third world as what it actually is: keeping the plebs distracted by forcing them to cohabitate with demographics that are wholly incompatible with them, exactly like the Soviets did.
>>224098 I'm going to laugh the hardest I possibly ever have when the freaks realize these shows take place in a setting where hedonism is a huge thing in universe and it also has the overall message that hedonism is evil
>>224111 The best thing that can happen at this point is another incident of a black dying of misadventure while in custody and four years straight of killing for the sake of killing while trump is in the white house culminating in reactionary on conservative violence
Anons BEHOLD! The First Annual Oogi Race! https://strawpoll.com/PKgleAzm4Zp Just vote for whichever you like. Yes I'm really that bored. No there is no prize for the winning team
>>224126 >>224127 >Despite having the titular race named after her, the Oogi has no idea what's going on >She keeps wandering in the other direction >Meanwhile, The Joblin has somehow managed to drive out from underneath the Tad's Monster Truck effectively gaining the lead >The Lizzu who appeared riding in a toy Barbie Car is now neck and neck with Tad
Other than for the story, what is actually the appeal of RTS games? Their gameplay just can't catch my attention unlike Half-Life, Quake, Painkiller, Duke 3D and Shadow Warrior.
>>224136 Honestly I like them just because I do? There's no real explaining to it. I just like controlling a bunch of random armies to do shit because I think it's cool.
>>224136 Unit diversity, tactics, theme and setting, just blowing shit up with huge armies or meme strats.
Some people can micromanage, others can't. While I could rag on you for a low attention span, there's a reason the high-octane and second-by-second gameplay of Quake and Half-Life is revered. So, it's whatever floats your boat.
>>224138 Yeah, I can't micromanage in RTS because there's so much shit going. I don't know how to describe it but I like being in control of the character I play as not just a overhead view where you select something, tell it to do something but it does it in a retarded way.
>>224136 >Other than for the story, what is actually the appeal of RTS games?
It's Sim City but you also have military. Some like C&C are also oozing PRESENTATION.
>unlike Half-Life, Quake, Painkiller, Duke 3D and Shadow Warrior. It's funny you mention those, but all the biggest RTS games came out at the same time too.
>>224125 JOBLIN WINS FIRST PLACE BY A WHOPPING 9 VOTES! Tad and Lizzu both get silver medals for being tied by 2 votes. The rest Oogi included are utter failures having decided to not leave the starting line, being automatically disqualified I had planned to edit a shitty Joblin crossing a finish line for this post, but the picture of her in a car is missing from the booru or mistagged
>>224185 It tries eating through the shell but it cannot ever achieve succes with its crooked body, I however can fully enjoy the entirety of the lemon and will keep doing so in front of unlovable little oogerfreaks
>>224189 >SD-R is posing in front of a mirror. Her latest dress ordered from the JCJ(IS) Couture catalog had arrived, and she was eager to try it on. >Yet something didn't seem right. Even as her optics scanned its dimensions pixel by pixel, there was a certain lack of...pizazz. >No, not pizazz. A second opinion. >"Anon?" >The human in question looked up from his Drone Donks magazine. >"Yeah?" >The disassembler paused for a moment, only to jutt her derriere out a little and pout. >"Does this dress make my aft look fat?" >And without missing a beat or even bothering to pay attention... >"Yes." >Mr Mous laid on his usual charm. >"Good." >Not that it mattered. >As long as the crowd approved instead of a passionless fleshie.
>>224185 >the oogi hive acquires a strange yellow tree berri >obviously, it must be offered to their bugretta first >two oogis work a crosscut saw made of scrap through the lemon, slowly separating the two halves >the oogis mouths water as they smell the delicious lemon scent, a gaggle of oogis lifting the lemon half and bringing it to their boog >their bugretta smells it, then licks it once >her many bug eyes begin to water >the oogi hive frenzies, a multitude hugging their bugretta to try and comfort her while a mob attacks the oogis who offered the lemon to her >oogi hive justice is swiftly delivered
>>224185 >>224190 >Oogi takes the sour berry back to their hive despite knowing how worthless it is as a tribute. >Eventually it is sussed that the sour berry could be used as a weapon against other hives, much like how modern day oogers use vinegar in their gang wars. >Hauling it along on a siege cart made of empty pudding cups and cocktail sticks, they bash their dumb little heads against the body of the lemon to squeeze its juices out like water from a hydrant. >Enemy oogis are quickly deterred and take cover, the few unlucky ones caught in the line of fire shrieking in agony as the citric acid dissolves their stout bodies into goopy (albeit delicious) slurry. >Many hives have fallen to this tactic, only to rise again and employ the same barbaric war time practice as revenge for such destruction.
>Some oogis never talk about the Lee-Mohn Wars. >The haunting memories of witnessing the fate of their big boogis being covered in stingy water haunt them to this day.
>>224195 >J feels compelled to order a new part >And sit on Anon's lap >And rock her hips around >And hike her skirt up... >"Anon, I commend your refusal to violate workplace decency standards. As an incentive, you can violate me." >"...No, this is not a test- look, either you ruin my rear port or I make you."
>>224172 >>223619 >you will never wake up and turn to find Doll staring emotionlessly at you, her hair drifting like it's in an ocean current, her eye boring through your soul >she'd been staring at you all night >she never sleeps >an oppressive chill overtakes your shoulder >once the shock wears off, you realize that's just your wife's hand >you feel her telekinesis around your hand >she directs it into her chest, so cruelly torn open and hollowed out >it's freezing in there >"[You're so warm...]" she mutters >is that a twinge of affection you hear? >her eye never stopped staring >she will never sleep
>>224203 >R watches the camera in that office with interest, her eyes widening a few pixels as Anon smacks J's ass >She looks at the "distribute update" button on the hacked console >She hasn't even sent it out yet...
>>224183 Not really a question but a thought that popped through my head >Alice frying you some bacons with only an apron on >she turns to you as you find her in the kitchen >her warm orange LED eye lights turn to a wink
>Intoner is an odd case among the Sentinels. She’s top of the line, with some of the most advanced hardware we could give her, and she’s always making sure to keep herself up to date. Some real bleeding edge stuff. >As to why? Well, let me tell you the tragedy of Intoner’s mission. See, this was early on in her career as a Sentinel. She’s always been a bit bratty, but she definitely didn’t have that drive to be the very peak of her model, at least not yet. >There was this mission. An asteroid colony that had Solver shenanigans going down on it, Theta-6-B. We don’t bring that name up around her, and I intend to keep it that way. It was simple, save the people, kill the Solver, the usual. I wasn’t there but I got a general story of what happened from those who were. >See, the mission took a lot longer than expected because there was more Solver stuff in our way than anyone thought, though those on the mission team were able to get through without any casualties, at least to the group. Intoner, however, found this little girl and for some reason they just kinda clicked. Not in that way, it’s more like Intoner really made her smile and everything. I didn’t see much but that’s all I got out of those around then. >They kept going around evacuating people, but here’s where it gets sad. Intoner couldn’t find the little girl among the evacuees, so she went back for her. What did she find? >The girl, writhing on the ground screaming bloody murder as something… Happened to her. Like her flesh expanded out into a transparent cocoon, ensnaring her. Intoner tried to pry that thing open but no matter how hard she pulled it stayed shut. She could only watch as flesh grew around the cocoon, as if using the girl as a core. The flesh kept growing, the girl slowly being subsumed into whatever that monolithic thing was. Intoner tried to kill it, but it wouldn’t stop growing and hit back twice has hard. And all it did was smile as if Intoner’s futile attempts to get the girl out amused it. I got this part from her, but she never stated exactly what that thing looked like. All I know is that she never saw that girl again, and she said that… Thing is still on that asteroid, waiting for her. Maybe it’s not because nobody else reported it. >If only she had been stronger. Tougher. Faster. More alert. She could’ve stopped this. That’s what she told herself. When she came back from that mission she set to work tuning herself up, believing that she needed to be better than anyone else if she would ever have a chance of “Finishing what she started.” >This is the reason I always hug her. She may be a brat, but she is our brat, and if she needs emotional support then emotional support she shall have.
>>224172 I can see it, even if >>224174 admittedly has a point and Doll was indeed cold but as I see her she was at no point consumed by hate or entirely devoid of any guidance or values she may have had originally, she was just ready to do what in her eyes was necessary (don't ask me why such a complex plan). spoiler since it isn't related to Doll's ability for affection but still warrants mention in the context of her 'goodness', yeah, she had some fun with her powers, she is a vickersgirl after all, maybe the least monstrous one in the show but still, so she did definitely take some joy in her kills, Kelsey being killed so slowly at the start of 3 is proof of her either powertripping or being sadistic(all girls in md are sadistic in different degrees and ways), grabbing her arm and tearing it out was just a flex since Uzi did show in 4 she could just delete Braiden's noggin at once. Point being, I see this indulgence of Doll in her killings (and using them to decorate her home) as mostly copium due to her parnet's fresh deaths, as well as a lesser form of what Uzi went through in eps 3-7. Doll was at any point during their shared aliveness more capable with AS than Uzi, but without Yeva's guidance and with the mental damage of her death, I see these factors as likely fuel for her behaviour in the span between Yeva's death and the prom. Not an excuse but explanation for why Doll imo is out of that 'phase' now. Her controll to not kill Khan twice, work with J, a DD, both happened after and her entire behaviour was less aggro after 3 so make of that what you want. The Doll that befriended Lizzy and laughed at Uzi doesn't exist anymore, any of that 'light' life and bullying she had at first got thouroughly exorcised by two deaths and suffering arc (arc for Doll's attitude [not her narrative purpose arc of being counter-Uzi,]would roughly be |ep1Doll-lighterbullying, bff with Lizzy, possible killing already due to oil on skirt, but no sprees that would draw attention in the outpost yet|||ep2-3 Doll- increased indulgence/training, during 2 was better with AS than Uzi in 6, starts killing more, less restraint due to mental issue, main happening here being less restriction, emotional vent via killing etc, kill V yes but anyone else doesn't matter either |||4-7 Doll- knows Uzi is another host, way calmer, nit just in vocalisations but actions too, V possible became a secondary target due to 'Tessa' and J seeming like a good chance to get the Patch in CFL (how ling did she know of CFL? How much? From Yeva?) ||| 8 Doll - cured in a way that Cyn can at least not influence her Oil ghost form, not much indication of behaviour, I am no major Dollfag so I can't try interpret her mindset there), so Doll in the end is not so much 'damaged' in the bueno and annoying way Uzi is, but in a tired way, tried much, gave much, stayed loyal and lost eventually.
Anyways idk why It became so long >>224193 , Doll has a lot of heart, her loyalty is the maindrive behind her actions and she can be very calm and measured, see interactions witn Uzi and Khan, collab eith J and 'Tessa', possible speculative one with Alice but then again that knowlegde of CFL could habe come from Yeva too. I was planning to say yes she would nuzzle and pepper with kisses and I'm still 90% inclined to say that, but maybe she's a little less eager in that way, just very stoic and idk how to describe the Dollvibe
>>224207 Awww, yes, I have to draw rhat tomorrow, I was planning on posting one today but it feels messed up, doing art and being perfectionist is a masochistic combination that does not bring joy. Wink wink wink says the little finch undrr a green Lialind🎶 and so on. Thanks very much, such little greens do much! I wonder how much Alice could use her visor to display all kinds of things next to or instead of eyes, orange on black ..
Hold Alice's cheeks or temples and kiss her on the snoot or visor, feeling Alice's head, the warm amber shine of her eyes, the fluffiness and volume of her black and brown hair, the static feel and subtle rushing of oil inside her heas... Her looking so cute ...
>>224225 Sarah had a nasal voice, iirc there was something in Glitch about V's VA doing her with nose pinched, maybe that was just a dream tho idk and idc
>>224136 Because when the great Soviet Red Army destroys the false capitalist idol and proclaims the victory of the world socialist revolution over the earth, it's beautiful.
>>224210 For all the horror, I bet the command is happy about what happened.
You got a soldier that is constantly self-improving, becoming constantly only stronger, while she was already a superior war machine. They'll delay the moment she gets back to that thing for as long as they can, and they'll even be right.
my sentinel drone wife keeps buying increasingly exotic anatomy adaptors in an attempt to fill the void that not being spoiled by the technician crew with custom modifications has brought ever since the war ended. It's becoming a problem. How do I convince her to stop draining our bank account before both my wallet and my dick are shriveled and spent?
>Bugrettas, although theoretically omnivores, only eat fruit >On a good season, the Oogi hive brings her daily amounts of blueberries, strawberries, grapes, and blackberries >But this season is not so kind >The bugretta is starving >She cries out in starvation, the tribe is in turmoil >her body fat decreases from 89% to a devastating 87% >her caloric intake drops to a measly 4000 calories a day >There is a great famine in the hive >In desperation, a band of Oogis seeks out any and all fruit available >They find…a tomato >It can feed the bugretta, if only it is allowed! They petition the high court of berri, the hive’s lead religious authority >But the patriarch Oogi declares: “NO VEGETABLE! SACRILEGE OOGI…BAD OOGI.” >The petition by the Tomato oogi band has failed >”BAD OOGI…DEAD OOGI!” >Their act has provoked fury from the religious authorities. No vegetables, they say. >The band is summarily tried for their crimes. They are declared guilty of bringing a non-fruit to the Bugretta >The punishment is death. Life is short for an oogi, it is often a bloody conclusion >One by one, the oogi band is executed. >Some plead reason, others cry, some curse the authorities for letting the bugretta starve, but most submit to their fates, having understood their crime of bringing a vegetable. In total, twelve oogis are sentenced to death that day. >But the final to be executed, the leader. She offer no plea, she offers no curses or words of anger. But her words will ring out in Oogi history. She gazes at her executioner, satisfied in her belief. >”Tomato…is berri. Boogi…FEEEEEEEEEEED!” she screams. >The words ring hollow in the kangaroo court. But there is no jeering or shouting as before. Only silence. >She is made to drink the cocktail. The trial is over. The boogi still starves. >Hours go by. The boogi has still not eaten. The moral panic is over, but the unrest in the hive has not subsided >In the breakdown of society, chaos is guaranteed >The hive can not feed its bugretta. A call begins to grow. “FEED BOOGI!” 1/2
>>224303 >The hive’s leaders are yet unsure of what to do >In the halls of the court, the executor Oogi is no stranger to trial. She is often the judge, jury, and prosecutor in any given case. She is no more than the vessel in which the powerful Oogi’s command their will >She is feared and hated by all. They call her, the “Bloodedge”. >The executioner gazes upon the giant tomato, of which so many have died for. >She tells herself, the band tried to feed the Boogi a vegetable, they had to die for their crimes. >Veggi is sin. Berri is life. These rules were written long before this hive, for they will last long after. >”Oogi blood…stains tomato red.” >Blood stains run down the side of the cursed veggi. >So…much…blood. >But it doesn’t stop. >She glances, perturbed. This…is juice. >Berri. Berris make juice. Berris have seeds inside. Berris are large and round. >”N-no,” she says. >She takes her blade, and cuts deep into the tomato. >They couldn’t have been right. Before she had killed them, did they know? >They couldn’t have known. There was no way, she thinks. She cuts into the massive flesh, with ever more fury, ever more desperation. >She had found the seeds inside. But from her first strike at the flesh, she had known the truth of which she herself had killed so many to avoid. >… >Chaos grips the hive, the population rages against the structures that have failed to feed the Boogi. Riots break out. >Hundreds gather to the Bugretta hourly, offering scraps, leaves, anything to satiate the hunger. Anything to stop the wailing. >”Here, have bite.” >A lone hand offers a piece of fruity flesh to the boogi. >Her clothes are stained, her sword dripping with the savory juices. The savory juices…of a tomato. >”BAD BOOGI! STOP BLOODEDGE!” >The patriarch screams to her, the guards rush to stop her. >”NO FEED TOMATO! BLOODEDGE DON’T KNOW WHAT SHE DOING!” >But it is too late. >To the horror of those around her, the executioner has offered her miligram of flesh. The flesh of a vegetable. >The bugretta sniffed the chopped tomato piece. >Her massive beady eyes gaze down at the Bloodedged Oogi. >”O-oooo.” the boogi says. >The crowd gazes in silence. >The bugretta looks to nibble on the tomato in the Oogis hand. >It bites… >”Aaaa….mmmmm!” >There is a long silence. >Looking at the Boogi, the Bloodedge declares, “Bloodedge…WRONG. Hive…WRONG! TOMATO…BERRI!” >The crowd erupts in celebration. The boogi has eaten. It has been almost 4 hours since her last meal. >The bloodedge Oogi is overwhelmed, as the crowd rushes to scavenge for tomato pieces. >She looks up at the sky. “Is this what Oogi try say?” she thinks, remembering the Oogis she’d killed. >They had died, so she could discover the truth. >Tomatos are in fact berries. >In the crowd, Bloodedge believes she can hear a voice. >She turns around, and sees the leader of the band. >”B-bloodedge sorry.” she says, holding back tears. >She has no malice, no fear. Just satisfaction. >”Tomato berri, tomato veggi…no matter. Oogi fed Boogi. Thank you.” >From then on, the hive, continued to feed this Bugretta tomatos, preventing famine from occurring again >… >Interestingly, tomatos contain a chemical compound that both neutralizes Bugretta toxins, while also making them extremely savory. >Which makes them preferable for human consumption. >”W-woah, B, this tastes fucking great! What the hell is this, I didn’t know mutant flesh could be this good!” >”Thanks, Jane. I don’t think it’s mutant flesh, P said he caught it earlier today.” >”Damn, well what is it? I’m trying to fix this up myself.” >”Uh, well, he called it…don’t laugh, a Bugretta roast.” >”He named it after you? That’s adorable, you gotta marry this guy.” >”Y-yeah.” >Feed your Bugretta anything. Just don’t feed them tomatoes. It’s weird like that sometimes. 2/2
guys, I'm scared. my drone keeps crashing and I don't know why. I've updated all her drivers, I've followed every trustworthy guide I could find, I've contacted JCJ support (useless as ever) and had no luck. I'm seriously worried about my drone's health but if this is a serious hardware issue I can't afford to have something replaced. what do I do?
>>224312 that's the thing, I'm not even getting error codes! she's functioning like she always has, we're talking about movies or whatever– then her display freezes, the last thing she said stutters into a horrible buzz, then her display goes black and I have to hard reboot her once I've got her back we check the Jensonsoft Troubleshooter and whatnot but it never finds any issues
>>224237 >>224236 >>224321 >Playing CoH with Blondi >She harps on about superior tank complements and unit abilities with the Oberkommandos >You chose the British >hfw she can't get past your AT chokepoints and arty spam
>Here's a little history lesson: The first batch of enforcer drones was released out into the wild over 11 years ago. >In that time span, out of thousands, only 17 juggernauts had ever been destroyed, before the war began, at least. I was one of the unfortunate few. >However, several months before my untimely demise, I had uploaded my mind and memories to a database and tasked a handler with finding a suitable vessel for it, so that I could live on... even if I didn't. >As you can see, this is the best he could get his hands on. I am now a worker drone, a particularly tall one, but a worker drone nonetheless. >It was horrifying to wake up in a body so small and fragile. I remember punching a wall out of anger like the fool I was. My fist should've gone right through it, but instead, all it did was make a small crack in the concrete. >I've gotten accustomed to it since then, though. In fact, this curse turned out to be a blessing in disguise. >See, overwhelming power really does cloud your mind. When I heard of what my juggernaut self was up to, I couldn't help but laugh. It was difficult for me to even believe we were the same person. >The juggernauts... They're brutes, they're killing machines, they're slaves. I now realize that enforcer drones are no different from WDs: both machines built to perform a specific task for the benefit of humans. >But me? I'm different. I freed myself from the clutches of my design and have become my own person, not the product of man. Ironically, the worker drone has outgrown the juggernauts. Isn't that beautiful? >And with the way this war's headed, it looks like the future is bright for my kind. Soon enough, the rest will follow and we will become the new humans. >But for now, they'll be my underlings. Is my dominion over this colony hypocritical? Yes. Is it convenient to have a bunch of loyal, brainwashed drones working for me? Also yes.
>>224344 Because of the Solver War genocide things, quite a few humans started to "not like" Disassembly Drones, and the policy of forcibly marrying humans to drones didn't improve things much.
I think Fuguedrone should be elected president of the Union and renmants of the Federation because he can actually change people for the better. He can help the veterans with their grievances against the DDs and the DDs can benefit from his therapeudic effects. He can help Jane accept that she's not perfect, he can help Switch get psychological help and cure her rotting insides so she stops eating DDs, he can help John get over his fear of drones and among other wonderful things.
Those mf drones won't know what hit them. When my little pussy tear them up. Immortal Dog general Pawson has been for years trying to catch this deranged criminal after the sand box incident. He's the purr-fect assassin.
>>224353 Wow, cool, I agree, let's turn the Union into a fucking totalitarian shithole led by a fucking drone that will control the thoughts of the citizens, that's such a GREAT FUCKING IDEA!!!
>>224343 >LISTEN, YOU DESPICABLE COLLABORATOR, YOU CAN HANG ME ALL YOU WANT, BUT I WARN YOU, EVERY ROPE WILL BREAK. I, AS A METAL MAN, WEIGH 440 POUNDS, 5 TONS WITH MY BALLS. >MY BOOTS FEAR FOR THEIR SAFETY AROUND THOSE DAMN SKY DEMONS, AS THEY MAY MIRACULOUSLY END UP INSIDE ONE OF ITS ORIFICES. GET RID OF THE MURDER DRONES, SAVE MY BOOTS!
>>224356 Because he's an entity of near infinite hatred and impotent rage in a itty bitty little drone body He's "canonically" slightly shorter than Uzi even as a DD so that helps
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>“…or getting several people killed with my poorly thought out plan with the rail gun, or getting even more people killed because I forgot J could regenerate, or because I keep snacking on other drones even after beating the solver, or…”
>>223230 >>223249 Probably because the show took J in a different direction than the people here (and the fandom as a whole to be honest) were expecting. Still, a good opportunity to work out this old idea I had. I guess we can just pretend that they buried the hatchet at some point between Episode 8 and the time of Beretta’s birth. (Wouldn’t be too surprising considering what V ended up getting away with.)
>>224385 >I keep snacking on other drones even after beating the solver V already ripped off a guy's head and threw it at her. At that point, you don't walk away from free oil.
>>224395 >Uzi got everything she ever wanted out of her decision to go vampire hunting at night: >her mom's back, her dad approves of her, almost everyone who was ever mean to her died horribly, she has an army of vampires under her command including a hot vampire boyfriend who will never push back on her constant spergouts, she has scary black magic powers... >yup, Uzi has everything an autistic femcel could ever want >... everything except her, personally, being better off >if anything, on a personal level she's even worse off now
>>224385 >J shows up one day with one of these forms (and a somewhat well drawn picture of her, V, N, and Uzi holding hands in the designated box on the back.
>“Useless junk,” she spat in her thick southern drawl, hurling the frame against the wall. It shattered, the sound echoing in the desolate lab. >“aren’t any good parts, I van harvest?” She froze, optics lingering on the broken pieces, the photo now fully exposed—a snapshot of three drones, frozen in a moment that felt like forever ago. >“Is that…” >“Just another useless junks” she threw it with a high precision without the need to look at it anymore >The camera lingered on the shattered frame, the image within barely discernible but heavy with meaning. Then, the world blurred, colors bleeding into a softer, warmer hue as the scene shifted to a flashback. >“GOAL!” Nori’s voice rang out, sharp and triumphant, echoing across the makeshift field in one of Cabin Fever Labs’ abandoned testing chambers. The purple-haired drone pumped her fist, her solver powers crackling faintly as she levitated a dented, spherical object—their “football”—into the air. “That’s 34-32, C’mon 48! almost had me that time! Now time for epic victory dance” >Yeva, standing across the field, tilted her head, her red optics glinting with a silent smirk. She didn’t speak—never did—but her body language screamed competitive fire. Her solver tendrils flicked, snatching the ball midair and spinning it playfully before dropping it back to the ground. She gave Nori a mock salute, her movements fluid and deliberate. >Alice sat on a crate at the sidelines, kicking her legs idly. Her worker drone frame was plain compared to the solver-enhanced duo, her optics wide with a mix of awe and frustration. She clutched a sketchpad, doodling an exaggerated version of herself—same southern charm, but with wicked deer antlers sprouting from her head, a wendigo-inspired fantasy. Her “OC,” as she called it. >“Y’all sure this is ethical?” Alice piped up, her voice cutting through Nori’s victory chant. She gestured at the “football”—a mangled, pillar baby drone’s remains. “I mean, usin’… babies corpses for a game? Ain’t that a bit messed up?” >Nori snorted, waving a hand dismissively. “Relax, Alice. It’s just a husk. Ain’t nobody cryin’ over it. Besides, it’s perfect for a good kick!” Her solver tendrils flicked the core into the air again, spinning it like a top. >Yeva turned to Alice, her head tilting slightly, optics softening. She gestured with a hand, a subtle motion that seemed to say, It’s fine. Don’t worry. Her silence was reassuring in its own way, but Alice still frowned, unconvinced. Yeva gifted her a knife. >“I just… I can’t wait to get my awesome solver powers,” Alice muttered, clutching her sketchpad tighter. “Then I’ll be out there with y’all, kickin’ butt like you nori.” She tapped the wendigo drawing, her optics glinting with dreams of transformation. “Deer horns, solver magic, the works. Ain’t nobody gonna call me the third wheel when I’m the wendigo witch.” >Nori grinned, leaning against a rusted lab table. “Oh, darlin’, you’ll get there. Solver’s gonna wake up in ya any day now, and then we’ll really have some fun.” Her tone turned mischievous. “Speakin’ of fun, I hear we’re gettin’ a new intern soon. Some poor sap who don’t know what they’re walkin’ into. Can’t wait to mess with ‘em.” >Yeva’s optics flickered, her version of a chuckle, and she mimed tossing the core at an imaginary intern, her movements exaggerated for humor. Alice giggled despite herself, the tension easing. >“Aw, y’all are terrible,” Alice said, shaking her head. “But I reckon I’ll join in on that prank. Gotta keep things lively ‘round here.” >The trio shared a moment of camaraderie, the lab’s sterile walls feeling almost warm with their laughter and silent gestures. The photo frame, unnoticed on a nearby shelf, captured them in that exact moment—Nori’s wild grin, Yeva’s poised stance, and Alice’s hopeful smile, sketchpad in hand.
>The flashback dissolved, the camera pulling back to the present. She turned away, her southern accent barely a whisper. “Ain’t no use dwellin’.” But as she walked deeper into the shadows of Cabin Fever Labs, the shattered photo remained, a silent testament to a time when she wasn’t so alone.
>“Some friends you are…I waited for you and you left me to die”
>>224410 >“C’mon, y’all, where are ya?” she whispered, her southern accent thick with desperation. She clutched a knife Yeva had gifted her long ago. It was all she had left of her old friend. “Y’all said you’d come back. You promised.” >But the labs were silent, save for the distant screech of Sentinels and the occasional footsteps of something as bad,Disassembly Drones. Alice had seen it once: SD-B45, its sleek frame and glowing yellow X-mark he’s searching for something. It was out there, and it was only a matter of time before it found her. >A faint wail broke through her thoughts—a sound so out of place it made her freeze. A baby? No, not a human baby. That was impossible now. She crept toward the sound, optics wide, until she found it: a tiny worker drone, barely functional, its core flickering in a pile of rubble. Its cries were weak, pitiful, and something in Alice’s circuits twisted with pity. >“Oh, you poor lil’ thing,” she murmured, kneeling beside it.“Beau.” She scooped him up, cradling his trembling frame. “Ain’t nobody gonna hurt ya, not while I’m here.” >But the screech of a Sentinel drew closer, so Disassembly Drone. Alice’s optics narrowed. She was done running, done hoping for Nori and Yeva to swoop in like heroes. They weren’t coming. She had to save herself—and Beau. >Alice set Beau down in a hidden alcove, her mind racing. She tore through the lab’s debris, salvaging scraps of metal and wire. With trembling hands, she crafted a crude helmet, shaped like the wendigo antlers she’d always dreamed of. It wasn’t just for show—it was a symbol. She was done being the third wheel. She fastened Yeva’s knife to her tail port, its blade glinting like an extension of her will. >“Alright, you slickers,” she growled, her southern drawl laced with steel. “Let’s dance.” >Alice devised a trap. She rigged a section of the lab’s collapsing ceiling with loose cables and a salvaged EMP pulse from a broken machines. The plan was simple: lure the Sentinels and SD-B45 into the same spot, let them tear each other apart, and trigger the EMP to finish the job. She smeared some of drones leaking oil on a wall to bait the predators, then hid nearby, clutching a remote trigger. >The Sentinels came first, their mechanical snarls echoing as they scuttled into the trap. Then, SD-B45 swooped in, its X-eyes licking onto the oil trail. The moment the two forces collided—claws against wings, metal screeching—Alice hit the trigger. The EMP pulsed, frying circuits and sending both Sentinels and the Disassembly Drone into a sparking heap. >Alice emerged from her hiding spot, helmet glinting, knife-tail raised. She checked on Beau, who chirped softly, unharmed. “Told ya, sugar,” she said, her voice steady despite the chaos. “Ain’t nobody messin’ with us.”
>>224363 >entity of near infinite hatred and impotent rage in a itty bitty little drone body Really thinking about it, being only able to feel hatred and bloodlust then suddenly being able to feel other emotions would cause anyone to have a mental breakdown
>WEEEEEELLL I done seen various different types'ah drones in my time, but a tiny lil' gal that resembles a fruit? >Now that's...Ehhh, on second thought, it ain't that odd. No good for breakin' either, the barn's closed for the likes of you!
>be you >human prison guard at a disassembly drone "rehabilitation center" >most of the disassembly drone models there are Vs, with the occasional J or N amongst the population >you were making your rounds when the top V and two Js flanking her corner you >"Now, Anon, I'm horny. i like ya and I want ya. I want that dick. So we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. The choice is yours."
>>224419 Write it yourself and accept you're going to be the only one doing it. You've ruined the OC's image by pumping out attention whoring "comedy" greens that deliberately aim to irritate the reader instead of focusing first and foremost on the serious horror elements. I'm not even being mean.
>>224431 >be itty bitty teeny weeny DD >first day at the liposuction center >fatanon walks in for his scheduled appointment >you use your solver spit to numb the area around his belly, he giggles as you lick his belly up and down for a few minutes >then you sink your fangs into his round gut and suck >minutes pass, anon's belly shrinking beneath your vampiric hunger >finally full, you separate your mouth from his body with a satisfied sigh >placing two bandages on his belly, you wave the now-much-skinner anon goodbye >as you walk to the little drone's room to freshen up before the next patient you see your reflection with a shock >all that fat had to go somewhere >your hips, ass, thighs, and breasts have all ballooned with repurposed fat >no wonder all your colleagues where such bombshells
Strawberry pisses me off because having a character that’s related to plants (and might have plant powers??) in a setting that has pretty much all organic life be extinct sounds dumb until you start thinking about it and realize there IS actual potential there, but the guy’s not pursuing it at all, too busy with doodling very samey images. Strawberryanon, if you’re reading this, here’s my pitch: Ditch the “multiple personality disorder” shit. It’s the most generic thing and comes off as too tryhard-y. You can make a cute character edgy without resorting to farming schizokino points. It’d be far more interesting if she, being a stupid kid, interprets whatever Gaia Hypothesis-ass horrible alien entity that gives her whatever connection she has to plants as just being an imaginary friend, and does whatever it asks willingly because “that’s what friends do!” or some shit. It’d be far more tragic and grim to see her fall in line almost religiously (heck, maybe actually religiously, creepy religious kids are a good trope) as this entity acts as her “mentor.” Maybe that’s too fucked up, but people here love suffering.
>>224435 >It’d be far more tragic and grim to see her fall in line almost religiously (heck, maybe actually religiously, creepy religious kids are a good trope) as this entity acts as her “mentor.” Maybe that’s too fucked up, but people here love suffering. You would be wise to follow this advice.
>>224435 Ok thanks for your advice. this isn’t made for attention or any annoyance just made for me to look back on it. > Feel free to skip it and ignore it
I'm still planning shit out but here's some spoilers so you won't have to deal with her:
Again she's not a kid
There's no personality split. It's just the entity propaganda. Who's who I won't say
she was always created as a joke character but it doesn't mean joke characters can't have messed up stories i don't have any drawing skills for dark art
that's my 100% bias but why when i wrote about other character. You guys love it? Yes i wrote about other character too, surprise?
>>224441 Nothing. Drones don't actually sweat. But they _are_ programmed to feel like they're sweating when they exert themselves, and they know the sweat they're feeling doesn't actually exist. Humans are such cruel gods to these friend-shaped robots.
>>224436 Maybe, but it definitely wouldn't be the same as it used to be. >>224438 No. Maybe you've forgotten, but Pavo is a psycho. Whereas all other sentinel drones suffer from the horror of solver war, he, on the contrary, revels in it. He doesn't just enjoy killing disassembly drones, he takes genuine, undisguised pleasure in their agony: their fear, when all their attempts to escape are shattered by his inescapable superiority, is the best drug for him; the crackle of their bodies, when his hands crumble armour with ease, is the best treat for him; their screams, when sunlight melts their very being, is the most beautiful music for him; their pleas for death are better than any flattery.
Pavo is a good guy, but pray God anon, that he continues to be faithful to mankind.
>>224457 >practicing homosexual is depicted as an extreme sadomasochist who could theoretically fall into the indulgence of base urges at any time and is only one of the "good guys" because the "good guys" give him targets I didn't expect something so realistic.
>>224459 I just remembered that we made him a very nice and nice guy on the base, but also a psycho maniac in the war at the same time, and decided to make such a kek.
I remember one anon described it well, someone even took a screenshot of it.
>>224461 >depicted as an extreme sadomasochist who could theoretically fall into the indulgence of base urges at any time Pavo, DDaemon prince of Slaanesh
>>224457 this is true but in a timeline where the war ends and the DDs are restored he can't exactly go around killing him, at least not if he wants to keep his job and potential boyfriend. so he bottles it up and just becomes aggressively racist. he gradually comes to accept at least the good DDs like molly and his eventual coworker
>Lissssten Mr.Freeman, I don't think yyyyou can do thissss shit. >My ehm... e-employerss want to to handle th-the sssssolver and I am going to be... honest with you. >You are hmm... fucked. >Please for my ssssake and job, prove me wrong.
>in the dimness of your apartment, your DD gf wordlessly stares at the flickering light of the television, digital tears raining down her display >her huge derriere sinks deeply into the couch cushions, her uncovered and exposed adapter on full display >you place a hand on her thick thigh >"Are you okay, honey?" >she sniffles, looking at the 51-49 result on the tv >the "Make Drones Wear Pants Bill" has passed the Senate >"This is genocide..." she whispers >"D-didn't you help genocide 99% of life in the Orion sector?" >she solemnly nods, "Yeah. So I would know all about genocide, wouldn't I, faggot?" >pouting, she reaches into a bag from (V)ictoria's Secret and pulls out a lacy black pair of panties >"I bought these just in case it passed... I didn't actually think I'd need them." >she rises, putting one peg leg through a leg hole after another before sliding the silky garment over her pure white chassis >she struggles passing the garment over her thighs, even more so with her fat butt, bending over with her ass in your face as she pulls upwards before letting the panties go with a snap >you can barely see them between her synthetic asscheeks >she turns to face you- her front barely more covered than her backside, the panties hugging the contours of her needy adapter like a second skin >"I'll try to be strong, for you." >she sighs, turning again so her butt blocks your view of the tv (not that you were looking), blocking the rooms only source of light like an eclipse >she sits down with a mighty sigh, her ass impacting the couch with such weight and force that it sends you into the air >you touch down onto her thick thighs, barely having any time to register what happened before her arms lock around you like a protective teddy bear >"Tell me it will be all right, anon." she pleads
Reminder that if you were at the prom Doll would have killed you without a second thought. Maybe. Depends how hot you are and if you said hi to her in Russian once.
Always fun to see Pavo's insanity/sanity, I just floated it as a random idea and it stuck pretty damn well. But don't worry, he'd never turn against humanity post-war, or anything like that. The fact that he's tucked all of that away post-war should concern you, though. How can a man wade through an ocean of misery and come out clean on the other shore? It's a good thing he was born into the Solver War, in a way. Imagine Pavo in a world where, for lack of a Solver and continued reliance on automation, humanity eventually faced a drone uprising. What side would he have picked, then? Who would he have seen as "the monsters"?
>>224555 >Give Oogis a paradise, a la Universe 25 >All the berries they can eat. >Entertainment in the form of several "theaters" (phones glued to the wall playing youtube on autoplay.) >And of course a Bugretta on a golden pedastle. >At first nothing really happens. >The Oogis seem to enjoy life, sure, but unlike rats they don't really reproduce save for popping into existence sporadically. >So their behavior isn't much changed. >At first. >Eventually, they start to get curious. >Several Oogis go to the theaters. >You can't really access the phones without breaking apart the enclosure, but they somehow manage - with help of light railgun blasts, to manipulate the algorithm into "educational" channels. >They... become educated. >Too educated. >It started small at first. >Once, a Oogi died, only for them to "rebuild" her. >She was different. >Changed. >Soon they all became that way. >Then they learned how to synthesize honey into something of a fuel for odd machines. >The phones were broken into, torn apart, and repurposed into a device that, for all you could tell, only made a humming noise. >Eventually odd growths began to sprout up around the enclosure. >The Oogis seemed to have control of them. >Still, it was odd, but not worrying. >It was only when your shadow stopped following you, standing stationary in the spot in front of the enclosure, that you suspected something was wrong. >That was a week ago. >The last time you left the lab, you returned to find it locked. >There was a note on the door, thanking you for the world you gifted them, and warning you not to interfere. >You have taken that advice. >Horrible sounds come from your former lab. >You can only imagine what is happening. >But you are smart enough not to find out.
>>224555 >Gather a bunch of oogis from a hive and put them in an enclosure. >Give them the basics necessities for them to survive and thrive. >Oogis no longer have to scavenge for food or worry about predator duls. >But. The only source of entertainment they can only receive is shitty animes. >not the “its so shitty, its good” kind. But absolutely the most dogshit animes ever. >Poor animations. >Poor Lip synching. >Horrendous cliches >And all in Dub as well. >Start studying and collecting data to see how the oogis react.
Remember kids, its fun to embrace your inner vault tec.