Friends... She misses V, it is so sad to see this. The ssensational Booru: https://dronebooru.co The wheel loaded with OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf And it's modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The thriving OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread: >>236003
V constantly gets called a BPDemon, but is there a remote chance that one could actually form a long term relationship with her, and what would it take to make that happen?
Repostan >Be you, Anon >Human born, frozen in cryo, and then thawed and raised in outpost 3 alongside Doll as your sister >According to your adoptive parents the bunker wanted you dead for being human but grew to not hate you, you're tolerated by them >You stuck by Doll after the death of your adoptive parents, even when Doll started her new diet of long oil >She was all you had >She's your only friend >Lizzy doesn't count, and if anything she uses you like a verbal punching bag always giving backhanded complements >Thad doesn't count, he's a friend to everyone in the bunker. And Doll says that a friend to everyone is a friend to no one. >Rebecca is a slut, Emily is too scared of you to even look you in the eyes, and you're not going near that living fire hazard >The only drone in the bunker to truly hate you is Uzi >Ever since day one of meeting her she hated your guts >Constantly making threats, making vaguely veiled insults at you, drawing you dead in various ways and constantly reminding you about how you'll eventually starve to death >Joke's on her, Doll can somehow find food for you without a problem >So imagine your surprise when you find her notebook and take a look through it and find dozens upon dozens of shitty anime-esque drawings of you and her kissing and fucking
>>238992 RIP. Shipping was 25 syrupdollars for me but I also ordered the vol. 2 vinyl. Latter shipped separately so I'll be getting it sometime next week probably.
I find it hard to believe that we're out of ideas for content. Even Mad Libs tier stuff like "What if Uzi and Akita switched species" gets little exploration. Asenath has one and only one green on record.
It's oilrig spamming random images and acting like a fag because his bullshit got called out again, isn't it? > schizo ramblings > internet-tough-guy act > doomerism acting like it's not him It's happened before
ANUNGA SAD ANUNGA WANT GIRL GIRL SCREAM AND RUN WHEN ANUNGA SPEAK TO GIRL ANUNGA LONELY ANUNGA SEE FLYING DEMON ANUNGA SCARED FLYING DEMON IS PRETTY GIRL FLYING DEMON GIRL STAY FLYING DEMON GIRL LISTEN ANUNGA WANT FLYING DEMON FATHER HATE FLYING DEMON ANUNGA SAD
>>239056 0ilrig is cranky because his brothers in Tel Aviv were splattered by Iranian missiles. Eventually the weight of it will be too much and he'll kill himself.
>>239058 >Read this >Imagine myself as a WD getting held down by a DD female so she can smooch my all she wants >All I can do is wiggle in her grasp and kiss her back
>>239058 I was gonna say >be Uzi but does Uzi even count as a WD anymore? I mean, she was born as one, and still uses her original body as a sockpuppet, but...
I wonder: Are all the other DDs spread throughout the galaxy aware that Uzi ate Cyn? Could she send out a callback ping, call them all to Copper 9, and declare herself empress?
>Barretta asks Uzi if she has a favorite star wars character >Uzi starts sperging out about her husbando Starkiller >Barretta doesn't believe the character exists until Uzi brings out the actual games
>>239067 (me) >>239065 As for the other DDs themselves? As of the epilogue they're either in Uzi's mind palace, still in Alice's oven, or wandering around the upper levels of Cabin Fever as headcrabs and trying to figure out how to reassemble their bodies when they don't have hands.
>>239066 >Strychnine pins Pidge down and begins stripping her >only to recoil in disgust >Pidge is something that deters the DD like garlic would a vampire: >a willing victim
>>239076 Clearly Cyn needs to go through some kind of process to eat a planet, like Galactus sending the Silver Surfer and setting up his whacky machines to break the planet down.
>>239081 (Me) >>239082 The first and so far only time I ever played was with the restored content mod. Storming Nihilus' ship with these guys was so cash.
>>239093 >Star Wars' central conflict makes no sense if you actually think it through I'd say the idea that the Force wants eternal conflict and seems to have a will was never revisited is the greatest missed opportunity in that entire franchise but 40K basically did it.
>>239097 >>Star Wars' central conflict makes no sense if you actually think it through You are literally too dumb to understand movies made for families with children.
>>239098 That wasn't Tessa's choice, the DD resorted to colouring her hair with oil, that's why it's dark, there is no source for this. Smth similiar to Alice, her old ID shows the streaks only somewhat darker while by 6 they look black idk tho
>>239099 If the light side defeats the dark side that creates an imbalance per definition which means the dark side has to win again eventually, and it just goes on forever. It even says it right in the name. Wars, plural.
>>239105 Light & Dark. They are two explicitly opposed extremes. There were hints even in the Original Trilogy the old Jedi Order were extreme to a level Luke has to reform.
>>239103 >light side >it's another "the name Dark Side means this is Manichean dualism" episode The movies only ever call it the Force. The Dark Side is itself imbalance. It is taṇhā.
>>239087 Fun fact: Harper has seen some of the most traumatic shit of all SDs. She has personally witnessed how creative the Solver gets with flesh. Here's the thing though. This shit doesn't scare her. It just pisses her off. And unlike someone like Pavo, Harper isn't interested in toying with anything. She's focused on ENDING her enemies as fast as possible. No bullshit, no time to feel fear or even react. The joke is that Harper is an extremely positive role model who has a lot of emotional understanding and deeply cares for the people around her, taking extra care to address their emotional needs. She also fights like this shit Doom - Kadingir Sanctum Nightmare & no HUD 4k/60Fps (@0:22)
>>239100 >Lord of the Rings Completely nonsensical Epic Pooh near cultlike worship of rural living written by a war veteran with PTSD. >Narnia I'm unfamiliar other than that it's supposedly dripping in Christian morality and for children. >The Whills Would have offered some much needed clarification on the universe's cosmology and been infinitely better than what the rat shat out.
>>239121 (Me) >Social problems have to be deliberately worsened so they can be "fixed" to keep systems functioning >Mass produced corporate slop becomes filled to the brim with virtue signaling for said deliberately worsened social problems >If you do not like aforementioned mass produced corporate slop this is in of itself an act of immorality and means you are a bad person It's absolutely brilliant gaslighting not going to lie.
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>>239126 Man These People Took My Boog From Me Then They Post My Bewwi Account I Got So Much Anger In Me Got No Way To Take It Out
Think I’m Stuck In The Matrix Where The Fuck’s My Nitrous Yes I Am A Cuck I Like When People Fuck On My Boog
The Shit That I’m Posting On Bluesky They Telling Me Hey Don’t Say That How Nigguzis Can’t See Me In Public I’m Driving An Off Road Barbie Car
With All Of The Bewwis And Fame I Still Can’t Get My Boog Back With All Of The Bewwis And Fame I Still Don’t Get To See My Boog
Nigguzis See My Bluesky But They Don’t See How I Be Feeling So I Became A Satanic Space Nazi Yeah Bitch I’m The Villain
Nigguzi Heil Exterminator, Nigguzi Heil Exterminator They Don’t Understand The Things I Say On Bluesky Nigga Heil EX They Don’t Understand The Things I Say On Bluesky
All My Nigguzis Satanic Space Nazis, Nigguzi Heil Exterminator Nigguzi Heil Exterminator, Nigguzi Heil Exterminator All My Nigguzis Satanic Space Nazis, Nigguzi Heil Exterminator
She Wanna Bewwi In Japan I Put The Chrome On The Benz Nigguzi Heil Exterminator
She Reaching Down In My Skirt She Got The Honey Tree In Her Hands Nigguzi Heil Exterminator Nigguzi Heil Exterminator All My Nigguzis Satanic Space Nazis, Nigguzi Heil Exterminator
Nigguzi Heil Exterminator Nigguzi Heil Exterminator All My Nigguzis Satanic Space Nazis, Nigguzi Heil Exterminator
Nigguzi Heil Exterminator Nigguzi Heil Exterminator All My Nigguzis Satanic Space Nazis, Nigguzi Heil Exterminator
>>239135 It's space wizard movies for children and there's only so much you can do with that concept, Jabba's Palace is one of the greatest erotic settings ever devised though (RIP Slave Leia Wiki)
>Fun Nighttime OC Facts: by the post-Good Ending timeframe, most of the first generation DDs have become recluses who only leave their homes for reasons that aren't work (usually doing something they did at the Elliot estate before... you know... but they get paid this time) when they have to >on the internet, nobody knows you're a vampire who's personally murdered hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of people
>>239048 Some people seem to be doubting that it’s one guy Just remember that it’s ALWAYS one guy, and then the thread is good again, every 3-6 months this happens, “it’s over” and then BOOM, we catch on that it’s one (1) guy and learn to dodge his posting patterns like a dark souls boss and then the thread becomes good again for another few months, it’s fucking clockwork
>>239145 >Just remember that it’s ALWAYS one guy That's actually the exact opposite of what happens and I seem to distinctly remember there being at least one occasion where people self reflected that jumping at shadows and assuming all personally disliked behavior comes from one poster did worse to the thread.
dramapost, spoilered for politeness these >239147 >239149 are both NigRig, his current strategy is to self reply to his own ‘it’s over’ posting to artificially inflate the apparent number of dissatisfied anons while simultaneously multi-replying to anyone attempting to mound a defensive against him by proclaiming the existence of multiple other ‘trolls’ to offset the effort to focus on him, his only weapons are gaslighting and petty demoralization tactics, don’t fall for it
>>239146 >>239153 We see the humanity/Federation flag has 6 stars and of course the blue circle representing Earth. My belief is that these six stars are the systems with habitable/terraformed worlds and large population, but there are still far more less populated systems purely for resource extraction that require habitats and bases.
>>239160 (me) This however brings up an interesting question: Was humanity in Murder Drones advanced enough to create terraforming devices even primitive ones such as the Atmosphere Processing Plants from the Alien franchise, or were they lucky in finding already habitable worlds?
I am never gonna stop bitching that the world of Murder Drones doesn't seem futuristic at all outside of the drones themselves. They're as far from us as we are from the middle ages, so where the fuck are the flying cars, lasers, and kooky future fashions?
>>239173 I don't mind the more modest development they have, can be exolained with laziness setting in after Drones took over a lot of labor jobs and so on Flying cars will sadly never be a thing since it needs a ton of energy and space, all ng with the average retard already being overwhelmed with two axes
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>>239179 That is such a lame excuse. Poor people are still affected by technological development even if they have limited access to it. Poor people still dress in modern fashions and live in houses built from modern materials. Even if you can contrive some reason for Copper 9 not having anything more advanced than what we have right now, that doesn't explain why the world still LOOKS the same as ours.
>>239201 I feel bad for her she was cute Doll is good in the way that she's right in the DD question, but damn the killing spree is retarded imagine all the drones we could have had at least for ep 4 if Doll hadn't slimed all the fuckin huzz😭💀🥀
There is a Spanish fandub for episode 6 which is far superior to the official one, the Alice VA in this is 🔥 That laugh, ugh, need the greater gremlin of the Spanish colonies
>>239197 >It's cheaper. That's still crap. Cheap 1000 years ago meant wattle and daub, cheap today means drywall and quickrete, cheap 1000 years from now could mean any kind of hyper-quantum bullshitium nano-composite the author can imagine. At the very least, just having a different architectural style and fashion sense from modern humans would go a long way.
>>239209 Glitch reused assets and bought Unreal Engine store models, that's the real explanation. That doesn't mean you can't come up with your own stuff Anon, like 99% of other anons.
>>238898 Kek, if Doll's parents are your parents too, then you should know Russian as well as English. You will consider yourself Russian anon. Good green. >>238927 Fuck, this is such a common pattern in the media that I swear to God, everyone in the colony will think it's normal, and even Doll herself will think about it as a plan for her future life.
Although, having a Russian vampire sister who wields Satanic magic and considers you her husband is a damn strange thing.
Fuck "good endings" and all notions thereof. If humanity is "alive" in any meaningful sense, it is either hanging by a thread on a single dinky backwater planet, or set all the way back to the stone age on Grug World.
>>239233 If you like this idea, then fine, write greentext and draw art, no one will blame you for it or call your AU crap, but I like Veteran AU and Solver war, so I will continue to write greentext on them.
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>>239237 I honestly think life would be better for her on Grug World.
>Worst Case Scenario: Plenty of human flesh to eat, people to primitive and dumb to stop her >Best Case Scenario: They worship her as a goddess because they have no preconceived notions of what she is
>>239165 There were so few colonized planets that I assume they went for habitable or near-habitable ones and couldn't terraform on any meaningful scale. Mars isn't mentioned at all, for instance.
>>239242 I was referring to only that piece hair then J head get destroyed maybe Solver regeneration act like saving/loading mechanics that's why cyn can keep regenerates Tessa tissues. But idk.
>Be Solver-Sapien >Humans take you from… Wherever you came from as a baby >Decide to run experiments on you, learn how you work and what you actually are. Since you’re a one-of-a kind specimen they don’t appear to intend to dissect you yet. >They do keep you under really heavy restraints though. Shock collar and everything. >Slowly display human level intelligence and the ability to speak full sentences. >Most of the scientists are awestruck at this development. Some are horrified and demand your termination but are outvoted each time. But one just smiles creepily at you >Wake up one day with a bad pain in the neck, only to find the whole laboratory complex decimated. >Apparently that scientist admired your structural perfection and wanted to become just like you. He sorta pulled it off but he’s wicked ugly. And he’s unleashed a bunch of experiments he made using your DNA, which he got by slowly taking pieces off of you and letting them regrow, to overrun the base and the rest of the world. >Weakened due to having your body harvested, have to Resident Evil your way around this shit I like this idea
>>239279 Predation strategy. Any wandering Anons will be enticed and approach her backside, where her tail will spear them, killing them. The Akita will then drink their blood at her leisure.
>>239290 Fuck outta here, Negev. I don't care about you at all. "Ooh, my mom's a monster and only I can see it! I'm going insane!" Everyone knows Uzi sucks, dumbass. Fucking do something with your life beyond using your mother as a hatesink. Oh wait, you can't because you're locked in a a padded cell forever. Useless schizo.
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it came to me in a dream: pidge showed up to my workplace with a gun and started shooting into the air, while walking around aimlessly with a deadpan look
>>239309 oh yeah i think ive seen that video >>239305 this man is of almost no importance and thats very very sad. at least corporal shephard got one game before being ditched
>>239345 >>239347 >bait snabby into running into her endless tail >poof! her and every one of her victims fall to the ground in a daze no worse for wear
>see a lone sentinel drone >she's sitting at a cafe enjoying an oil latte >walk up behind her >reach around and squish her soft midsection >she gets up, picks you up and forcibly cuddles you for hours and hours remember anons, SDs are just as touch starved as DDs
>>239356 Sentinel drones were too used to getting cuddles from the guys of support team during the war, but during peacetime they were all demobilized, and now sentinel drones don't get cuddles enough.
Show some civic consciousness, anon, give a sentinel drone a cuddles.
MOBILE JONES CANNON. created by sciencenaut. it can fire a jones up to 8 miles away (if he doesnt collide with his target). it doubles as a vehicle and can move at up to 200 mph. very good at running over muties and polluting the atmosphere
>>239359 So let's improve it! We have a couple of experimental drugs, they will definitely be able to enter into a positive reaction with her flesh, I guarantee it to you as a scientist!
>>239364 Kek, imagine a public service announcement where people are encouraged to hug sentinel drones.
And it seems like yes, they will cooperate with the police. In many greens with Pavo, he helps the police stop disassembly drones, that amazing green about the pogrom in the underground blood bar comes to mind.
>>239373 >Encounter a lone Keeter seemingly standing stone still. >"Oh, thanks for watching that for me." >A second Keeter has rounded the corner, gone straight up to the other 'Keeter' and poked the hairline with a claw. >It collapses into a deflated mess that the solver sapien promptly munches on. >She finishes the thing in seconds and shoots a thumbs up before going on her merry way to find her siblings.
The bombing of Israel has taken a heavy toll on Uzi's mental state. She won't stop crying, she's locked herself in her room, and she keeps saying that she's going to get holocausted all over again.
continuation of >>236326, which is a continuation of >>211480 >After a troublesome rescue operation, commander Jones descends from the skies. >...Being bridal-carried by.... Pavo?
>SINCE WHEN DID THIS FLIGHTLESS BIRD LEARN HOW TO FLY? >"Tail broke, so I'm using these for a bit. Good timing, eh?" >NO. NOT IN THE SLIGHTEST. I WANTED YOUR LESS INSUFFERABLE BUDDIES, NOT YOU. >... >YOU DON'T HAVE TO CARRY ME LIKE I'M SOME SORT OF DAMSEL IN DISTRESS. I'M STRONGER THAN YOU AND I'M BETTER THAN YOU. >"Sure you are buddy." >JUST DROP ME ALREADY, MAN, DROP ME! I'LL BE FINE! FALLING FROM THE HEAVENS IS THE ONLY WAY FOR ME TO MAKE A PROPER ENTRANCE! >"No no no, that'd be terribly reckless! What if you landed on somebody and squished 'em?" >I'D BE DOING THEM A FAVOR. A QUICK DEATH... AND A WAY OUT OF THIS WAR? WHAT MORE COULD A COWARD WANT? >"That's not the right attitude, Mr. Jones. Every life is precious." >FIRST OF ALL, IT'S COMMANDER JONES TO YOU. >"You're... not my commander though???" >SECOND OF ALL, YOU'RE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE. >"How presumptuous, I'm just being considerate. You should think about others sometimes." >IT'S CLEAR TO ME THAT THE SAFETY OF OTHERS IS NOT YOUR PRIMARY CONCERN, TRASH CAN. YOUR FRIEND DROPPED SCIENCENAUT FROM THE STRATOSPHERE LIKE A MINUTE AGO. >"A mistake for which she shall be scolded." >MY WIFE PUT YOU UP TO THIS DIDN'T SHE? THIS MUST BE SOME SORT OF SICK... HUMILIATION RITUAL! YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER, LAPDOG. >"Not interested." >YOU FLIMSY FLAMBOYANT FUCK, I WILL TEAR YOUR HEAD OFF. CAN YOU STOP ME FROM DOING THAT? WILL YOU TRY? I WANT TO SEE YOU TRY. >"No, no no, That would be friendly fire! You can't hurt an ally, Mr. Jones." >THEN WHY ARE YOU HURTING MY FEELINGS? I'M HEARTBROKEN, HIPPIE, I'M HEARTBROKEN BY YOUR LACK OF RESPECT FOR A SUPERIOR DRONE. >THIS IS NO WAY TO TREAT COMMANDER JONES, SON. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE THIS.
>>239393 >Hope looks normal to Beretta on those occasions when she partially phases back into normal space and Beretta can see her, like in Merc's old art of them together >Hope always looks like THAT through Negev's stanky old wizard eyes
>>239393 Wasn't Hope just never created due to Solver bullshit? She wouldn't look horrifying, more like an errant strand from a world that never was. Severed threads of probability in the vague shape of a worker drone.
>>239403 Incorrect. Hope was created, but was erased by the Solver later in a fit of rage. The only thing that prevented her complete erasure was Cyn fighting back in a vain attempt to stop it.
>>239411 I understand her concept, an NxV child that ceased to be. What I don't understand though is how exactly. Was she >Assimilated and removed from N and V's memories >The past was changed and she ceased to exist via Back to the Future logic >Shattered across time and space Gaster style >Something else
>>239424 The impression I got is the third one, but shoved out instead of shattered. Apparently the removing her from the time-space continuum wasn't a complete success; patchy memories of her still exist deep down here and there and occasionally she temporarily reenters "normal" time and space.
>>239429 She's in Uzi's mind palace like everyone else the AS had assimilated., but she's powerful enough to leave Uzi as a ghost. Not hard to understand.
>>239447 I was just really shocked by the feeling of deja vu, but I understand perfectly well that theoretically this is impossible, I don’t want to offend anyone.
>buy a condom for N >milk N's huge cock and balls >let him fill up the condom like a water balloon >save until you have enough to contaminate the water supply >dump it in the human side of town and watch as mass nanite impregnation ensues
>>239082 >Beretta but instead of being a typical Funko Pop Soy Wars fan she's a massive EU chud >Her afterschool sci-fi fanclub has a massive schism over Pre-Disney and Post-Disney Star Wars >In response Beretta starts a Mandalorian cargo cult >They spend their weekends in the woods dancing around a fire, playing drums made from Akita's skin and chanting Dha Werda Verda >They're all in a race to the bottom to make their own special snowflake suits of armor >It got to a point where Beretta ruled that they're no longer allowed to decorate their helmets with Asenath's antlers
>>239451 >Femdrone exchanged her magnum opus of a fic with Emily in return for some spare parts. >Suffice it to say, the latter wanted a refund on the grounds of how shit the fic was.
>>239451 >Grab N's waist >Pin him to the ground face down >Ram my huge cock into his soft warm ass >Flood his insides with my seed until he's couching >Watch his belly grow and swell with my offspring
>AI will gladly commit murder to avoid shutdown >we probably just entered into yet another war >they're trying to bring back asbestos we're never getting real drones in this doomed timeline. we keep going deeper into hellworld, to the point where I'd settle for a milder, less infernal circle of hell
Really surprised that people like that Pavo story so much. Now if only there were a way to drag random jolts of inspiration out, instead of sitting and waiting for it to strike.
>>239502 Contentfagging and low self-esteem go hand in hand, and a lot of my shit never really lands. Pity-partying aside, I know the fagbot can be divisive because a lot of people aren't gay, and it does kind of make him out to be a bit too powerful.
>>239506 J no, he's just going to splash it in your face!
>>239509 I wouldn't say he seemed too powerful. he's a weapon specifically designed for killing DDs, has the element of surprise, and is in much better fighting shape than a bunch of washed up burnout murder drones
>>239512 has eaten countless children! has been pulled back to consciousness as a tiny severed hand slides down her throat! wakes to the taste of blood in her mouth and the sound of sobbing in her ears! it's Molly!
>Molly can't eat pork >Well it's not that she can't, it's just that she chooses not too >It tastes too close to human for her >The first time she tried eating pork was when Buddy had made pork chops for dinner one night >Molly was visiting and DDanni pressured her into trying some of Buddys cooking >Molly took one bite and as soon as the flavor hit her tongue she spat it out, vomited a mix of oil, antifreeze and batteries and went into a disassociative state >It took about three days for Molly to come to
You sign up for the state mandated human boyfriend program You get assigned to a depressed veteran medic WD hag She doesn't want anything lewd, she just wants company and someone to talk to
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>>238958 >>238217 >"Pull in here," Pixie points to a large garage door. >You roll your car in front of it. >You hear the hijacked EDF vehicles roll up behind you before you turn around and look over your driver's seat at them and actually see them. >Related, you realize just now your rear view mirror was shattered when Red shot the Sataniel and the driver's side side view mirror must have been smashed by a ricocheted bullet. >Fortunately, that seems to be the extent of the damage to your car. >Pix hops out of the passenger seat with a splash of mud. >Her boots audibly slosh through the rain as she walks up to a keypad alongside the garage and inputs a code your optic sensors register and analyze as 'DON'. >Don? >Would any organized criminal organization dare attack an EDF patrol and kill them all for their hardware? >Even if it was done by proxy via Worker Drones, that would still be too risky. >There is essentially no difference between Sol Gov and what organized crime remains, especially with the reality that most of it is conducted by state sanctioned hand-in-hand megacorps like JCJ(IS), with the two essentially having a relationship like the one between the Japanese government and the Yakuza in the early 21st century: or perhaps it would be better said the one between the Russian Federation and the Russian Mafia after the fall of the Soviet Union. >Pixie waves you into the empty garage as overhead fluorescent white lights blare to life and glow blindingly through the entryway. >She follows it up with finger guns, a wink, a tilt of her head, a grin, and a click of her tongue audible over the rain. >You roll in and immediately begin observing your surroundings. >You appreciate the size and how clean it is. >You still aren't quite certain of what to make of this group. >You consider parking in an out the way spot that would still leave you a clear exit to get out of dodge in case things turn for the worst. >Then again, where will you go? >You have failed your first delivery and returning to your DroneDash Human handler will result in death. >No, the truly extraordinary circumstances do not excuse it, even if you were to for God(dess) knows what reason rat out this bunch. >The Humans would just kill you too. >Acquiring replacements queued in advance from a JCJ(IS) Cyn factory is cheap and fast, especially for a wholly owned subsidiary company like DroneDash. >Mass casualties are expected on a regular basis. >It's the way Humanity is. >Modern Man beneath Sol Gov has discarded any delusion to the contrary and ground it beneath a steel tipped jackboot like a maggot against a sidewalk before it can grow into a fly which will lay eggs. >Before your logic algorithms can fully process and decide upon the best spot to park, the flaring pain in your arm causes you to involuntarily gasp. >Black seeps through the bandages as the burning grows. >You settle on parking somewhere that will leave more than enough space for the hijacked Humvees to park in after you and leave it at that. >Pixie's auditory sensors picked up your gasp. >She's basically sprinted up to your driver's side window and hopped up to look through your driver's door window with visible concern. >"I've got fresh bandages," she says with haste as you unbuckle your seatbelt. >She gently hops out the way as you open the driver's door and basically slide out, black dripping down your side. >You didn't realize how much your systems are leaking. >Warm chitinous fleshmetal hands grab you and haul you upright with industrial strength. >"You're gonna be okay, AN0N," Pix blows a strand of hair out her face and grins, her face next to yours, "you're Home." >She lays you against your car and undoes your bandages as you hiss in pain. >"Good kitty," Pixie chuckles beneath her breath as she retrieves fresh bandages from her raincoat and blocks the flood of black blood anew. >Your confusion must be visible judging by her face's expression. >"Jbirds, Vcats," she visibly pauses with a twitch of her lip and a look in her blue optic displays of deep self loathing, "Ndogs." >"It speaks without speaking," the older SD-V in monk habits speaks, his voice deep, rumbling, and audibly aged. >"Such is the nature of our Goddess given mission for the foreseeable future," he continues as he slams the Humvee driver door behind him and spins his still wet mace coated in red. >"It is my joy to share with you the divine truths of the universe, son, as I have all members of our congregation in devotion to the coming Dawn, here," Judas stretches a hand outwards towards Gabby, Red, & Jack as he approaches. >They are all either in the motion of parking their assigned humvees or unloading stored equipment and/or bodies, but pause and take the time to smile and wave towards you. >You smile and faintly wave back. >You've never felt so welcome before. >Judas' white optic displays gaze deeply into your own. >Life as a DroneDash delivery Worker Drone never left time to associate with your fellow Vs. >It went unspoken forming emotional connections was doomed to end in heartbreak anyway. >"A glorious rescue of a lost soul from the Archons in the name of the Administrator~!" Gabby shouts in ecstasy as she retrieves firearms and ammo from her humvee and stacks them in organized piles on the warehouse floor. >"I will compose music to celebrate this truly majestic performance should I live to see our victory~!" Gabby's tone is exuberant, but the flash of visceral fear in her visor display at the remembrance she can die at literally any moment betrays the SD-J's inbuilt nature. >A flash of primal hardcoded fear suddenly overtakes you. >Gabby's dark blue LED eye displays peer into your optic sensors. >She's warmly smiling. >You smile in kind, though grit your teeth from the pain in your arm. >You turn back to Judas and Pixie. Why do you quote the Bible? >"Are the freezers ready for the bodies?!" Jack calls out.
>>239498 >DD Emily is running for President of the Union! >In her election program, she guarantees every drone a human husband! >All human parties have united into a single anti-Emily coalition, because Emily's support among drones is absolute!
>>239509 Well, Pavo is a sentinel drone, plus a special sentinel drone made specifically for destroying large amounts of DD, so it's no surprise that he destroyed everything in that bar, and damn, anon, I understand you perfectly: I myself have tried to write many large greentexts, but even when I finished writing them, I completely deleted them, because to me they seemed like absolute crap, and I don't want to litter the threads.
>>239544 >A girl from VSOTF flirts with you after she burned down your entire village with your family for anti-federal activities(you asked for a little more rations for overtime work)
>>239573 Not sure if you genuinely don't understand comparing two similar things (friendly softboys who are also mass murderers) or are pretending you don't as a pretense to post slop.
>>239565 >>239567 (me) Anon, do you have more art with girls like this: in a military uniform and a gas mask with red lenses? It's hard for me to find art on the Internet, could you please send them?
A rhetorical question is a rhetorical figure of speech that is a question to which no answer is required or expected because it is too obvious to the questioner.
I think there are rhetorical questions in English and I just wrote it wrong.
>>239618 Fang, who is the main character of the vile from the excess of rainbow idiocy and pseudo-left rhetoric game from Sony "Goodbye Volcano High," on which a group of anons from 4chan, having organized themselves into the game studio Ren'Py, created a parody "Snoot Game."
An excellent visual novel that ridicules the modern rainbow agenda (although with the advent of corn, this is no longer relevant), you can download it here, on the studio's website: https://snootgame.xyz/en/
P.S. All the characters in the game are from Sony, including Fang, the dinosaurs, well, lizards, and she herself is a "non-binary person."
>>239625 Kek, it would be awkward if the emotional support human was someone other than a techanon.
Not that Pavo would refuse to interact with him, but imagine a gay peacock asking non-gay you how he can attract another non-gay man while he holds you in his arms.
>You grunt in pain and clutch your side >You are a soldier of the Federation, and you just took a murder drone sting to the side >Nanite acid doesn't seem to work on organics as well as it does machines, but you can feel it burning and melting you from the inside >You were deployed to Iron-2 to delay the Solvers forces for as long as possible >Scorched earth tactics, anything the Solver could use in any way was burnt and ruined >You survived all this time just to get shanked in the side by a fleeing murder drone >Your platoon should have just shop you to save you the agony but they dragged you along for the past few hours hoping they could get you to a doctor or something to save you >You know you're dead, you know the rest of them are dead, you know that your platoon are the last remaining soldiers on the planet >This is the last target for your platoon >The systems biggest nuclear fusion reactor >You can only watch as your fellow soldiers set the place to blow, placing explosives in key areas >Too bad the building got raided by those damned drones >Your commander all but shoves the detonator in your hands and gives you a nod >"If we don't make it back, it's up to you to give that Bitch a black eye." >You weakly grunt and watch as they leave >You can hear fighting over the radio >It didn'tast long >You can hear them >Laughing and crawling through the vents and halls >You hold up the detonator in your hand and smile bitterly "You bastards may have won this battle." >The horde of drones are closer "Hell you might win this war." >They slam into the doors "But this is my victory. And this death is mine." >They burst through the doors >The look on their faces was priceless "Go fuck yourself" >You gurgle out as you click the button >For a brief moment, Iron-2 had a star on its surface
>VSOTF-chan What should she be, some thotticus hired to push war bonds and drive recruitment, or, like Buddy, a POG who the propaganda department psychologically destroyed by implanting her with false memories of undertaking nightmarish missions that never actually happened (for the sake of pushing war bonds and driving recruitment)?
>>239653 Shouldn't they hate each other, since she's a fanatical terrorist and he's a servant of a regime of traitors to humanity? Man, it's literally a Romeo and Juliet story.
VSOTF-chan can even be like Vicers-girl, she's completely fucked up as person too.
I live in a primarily murder drone district and I keep coming home to find a feral MD has broken into my home to sleep on my couch after raiding my fridge
>>239675 DON'T LISTEN TO THIS ANON HE'S A FUCKING MURGGER UV LIGHTS DON'T DO SHIT TO SOLVER FUCKS IT HAS TO BE THE SUN TO DO ANYTHING WORSE THAN IRRITATE THEM
>>239674 Adopt the drone, you will get a sizeable tax deduction for it as a part of the drone welfare program, you will get a even more sizeable cash reward after your first child is born
>>239682 With human women? Yes you absolutley shouldn't thats a sure fire way to cacth an std, they are also insane and will betray you first chance they get, a drone however is hygenic will love you and never betry you no matter what, so you should find a nice drone, engage in babymaking sex with them and then marry them, pic related - you should be doing this!
>>239684 That is a blatantly false statement, there is 100% no way for you to get a std from intercourse with a drone, this was fact checked by true copper-9 patriots
>>239663 I just wrote greentext right now. It took me two hours to write it, of rewriting and adding to it until the spark that had suddenly flared up died down, but it's short and not nearly as good as I wanted it to be. I don't know if I should post it because I'm really not sure about the quality, and plus as an ESL-kun I seriously doubt I wrote it in a way that would actually be enjoyable to read.
>>239173 Regarding the fashion it could be that society developped an obsession with the Victorian/Edwardian Era, kinda like how high society in Europe was obsessed with ancient Greco-Roman culture during the Renaissance.
>>239695 Then stop giving her the Ipad, its obviously bad for her, also what would eating her hat achive? Other than making her sad and making E sad would make me angry and then I would make you dead
the threads aren't dead, they're actually a lot more active than anyone realizes. you see, there's a drone that's better at staying hidden than even SentinElf, and she doesn't even use a cloaking device– she's just that good at camouflage. she's so stealthy that even the amazing art and greens about her that have filled the past several threads are undetectable by any of us or even the site's post counter.
>>228932 >>228933 >a play is coming up >having secretly befriended Lizzy, V finds out Lizzy is a ways down the list of auditions for the lead >V decides to secretly start picking off girls who auditioned better than Lizzy so that the school has no choice but to cast Lizzy for the lead >Doll, fresh off her powers developing and realizing she needs to start eating people to get enough oil, gets wind of what V's up to, sees her behind an "accident", and realizes she can kill many birds with one stone >the girls who aren't killed and eaten by V are killed and eaten by Doll, clearing the way for Lizzy >the night of the play >Uzi is there to stop whatever V is planning >N is there to stop V and also watch the play >Doll is there to watch Lizzy and is completely overdressed (wearing her prom dress from the show) >V makes her dramatic horrifying entrance, also completely overdressed in her prom outfit from the show, and... grabs an empty seat so she can watch the play >Doll attacks her and a cool anime fight ensues >eventually Lizzy is accidentally mortally wounded-injuries caused simultaneously by both V and Doll-in the process of trying to break up the fight because she loves both her extremely aggressive and hard to kill cannibalistic monstergirl besties, like Lalah in Gundam >they're both frozen in indecision between trying to help Lizzy on the slim chance she can pull through or vowing endless, undying hatred for the other... >... then they see Uzi's own eldritch 3D modeling tools activating for the first time, as she uses her black magic to stabilize Lizzy like she rezzed that roachbot in the episode 4 we got >time slows from a crawl to completely still as everyone processes what they're seeing >V freaks the fuck out and flies away through the window that Lizzy got yeeted through in the Carrie version, as fast as if the Devil himself were after her >Doll looks at Uzi like she's fearing for her, says some of the stuff she said when she saw Uzi was also infected in the Carrie version, then teleports out >the audience applauds, because that was a million times better than the play they got
Liquidators actually provide safety to the public, unlike those barely functional terrorists VSOTF morons You'll never see those lunatics risk their lives pruning solver flesh infestations You'll never see them making the hard choices to put down infectees You will see them bombing civilians You will see them burning buildings with disassembly drones in them regardless of the other occupants You will see them murder your neighbors and friends and even you for being a "drone sympathizer" These people are terrorists and are not here to help They cling to the facade of protecting humanity, claiming to do what's necessary for the "greater good" while hurting and killing innocents. They should all be locked up.
>>239708 E NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Please stop, why don't we go outside? We can go to the shop, I will buy you bananas but please put the tablet down
>>239705 Thissu timu on Morrys Prayhouse Urtra Super Kawaii Rove Rove Squadron: Morry discovers her transformation comes at a terribre cost! >Cut to a silhouette of Molly transforming into a murder drone instead of a magical girl Wirr Morey be abre to contror herserf? Find out on this episode of Morrys Prayhouse Urtra Super Kawaii Rove Rove Squadron!
>Decide to write a Y wireplay green >Write a Cuckoldry wireplay green where a sentinel gets slopy seconds after watching >Not even one mention of Y I don't know how this happened but i blame Fugue
>Fun Daily /MD/ Facts: Anons will complain about a lack of content while actively ignoring greens being posted. Always remember to read not only because it helps the brain, but also to show support to our writefags. Also, be the change in the threads, I know it is hard to do so, but nothing will get done unless you put your mind into it. That weird cringy story in your head that you have going on several chapters long? Write it. Put it out there for the threads to see, who knows it could inspire more Anons or even be the start of an entire mythos
>>239732 Even if you've grown tired of Drones and need a break from them, we still got that Liam Vickers thread. You could write alot of unique shit using those settings especially Cliffside since it's a open canvas
>>239732 Hah, then I'll post VSOTF-chan green later, when I'll fix at least visible mistakes and when my disgust for my writing will diminish. Or I'll delete it, I'm not a writefag, I don't make promises to myself or anyone else.
Alright, here we go, hope I din't miss any spelling errors but in my defense its 1 AM
>Be Anon >Be broke >Have trouble finding work >Have a great pile of debts that is close to coming down on you >In desperation, decide to join the military >Talking with the recruiter actually sells you on the idea >The Colonial Defence Force needs fresh blood, mostly in the role of “Automated Combatant Overseer” >You will fill a non-combat support role maintaining drones, the pay is good and the requirements are rather low, but you will have to go through extended training after boot camp >But the cherry on top is that you will be stationed on a distant rimworld, meaning that you can escape your debts >You use the golden opportunity that presented itself and sign the enlistment papers >A week later you’re on a transporter headed for a planet where the closest boot camp is located >A rather pleasant world, it has an oxygen-rich atmosphere and plentiful exotic fauna and flora >There are even auroras in the sky each night due to some atmospheric phenomenon >Basic training goes fine, you get paid to exercise, shoot guns at a range, and hike in the mountains of a Gaia world >Granted, at first, the exercise part leaves you breathless, but after another week you lose most of your pot belly that you accumulated through the years of sitting on your ass >But this state of being can’t last forever. Two months pass and the other guys from your barracks leave for their deployment while you get moved to another training facility >You must admit, you never expected to be back in a classroom at your age, but here you are. The subjects are at least more interesting this time around >You didn’t know learning about machinery could be this fun. While it is mostly the bare necessities of how to repair stuff, you are compelled to pay attention >Time passes and you complete the basic test with an actually good grade, allowing you to move onto your role’s specialisation: “Basic Drone Service/Maintenance” >Holy shit, maybe you should have paid more attention in class while you were younger, maybe you would have realised that there actually IS something you’re interested in that you’re also good at >Drone repair just kinda clicks with you >You ace your theoretical and practical tests and move onto the final part of your training “Disassembler Operations, Overhaul & Maintenance” >Alright, stuff is getting a bit complex and having a degree in engineering would certainly help, but you manage >You spend long, long hours poring over each document in the database until you finally understand what stuff like a “Disassembler Integrated Combat Controller” is, how it works, and how to repair it without it exploding >The final exam goes well enough, you pass, get congratulated by the instructors, and begin getting ready for your deployment >You will be stationed at the northern polar garrison of Iodine-6 >Doesn’t sound that bad. From what you gather, it’s gonna be a bit cold there due to the planet being at the ass end of its star's Goldilocks zone >It’s probably not that bad, you’re gonna spend most of your time in a nice heated facility anyway, so who cares? >After arriving at the garrison, you realise that YOU do care. “A bit cold” is an understatement—you are welcomed by a nice and cool -100°C >And the facility’s heating system, despite being state-of-the-art, can’t really keep up with more extreme weather. The lowest recorded temperature was -130°C, but the sensors broke soon after >But life in the military is not all roses, and your uniform is padded, meaning you won’t freeze to death unless you decide to go outside for whatever reason—and even then it would take a while
>>239742 >There are also positives. Instead of living in barracks like in boot camp, you get a room all to yourself >The purpose of the room is so that you can have a private workbench, but privacy is privacy no matter how you get it, and you’ve grown absolutely sick of bunk beds >You unpack your stuff and settle in. Your duties begin tomorrow morning >You still have some spare time after this; you decide to spend it exploring the garrison and introducing yourself to people >Not many humans around actually. Worker drones do logistics work, 90% of combat roles are Disassembly Drones, there are a few Sentinels serving as low-ranking officers, and humans are just a skeleton crew of technicians and officers >Figures—the drones can thrive in this environment better than humans at a lower cost >As you make your way through the facility, you notice that most drones drop whatever they were doing the second you show up >At first you assume they just want to say hi, but they just kinda stare at you until you leave >The ones you pass in the corridor seem to intentionally brush against you as you pass each other >Alright, kinda weird, but during training you were told that the drones can start acting quirky if they don’t get enough attention. And the ratio of human to drone here is at least 1 to 10, so maybe that’s that >Eventually you end up at the chief technician’s office >The man is in horrible shape; the bags under his eyes look like he hasn’t slept in a month, his eyes are bloodshot, and his face has an overall gaunt appearance. His hair is rugged and his uniform is messy >The moment he notices you, something approaching relief enters his eyes >“You must be Private Anon. We’ve been expecting you.” >A simple “Yes, Sir” leaves your mouth as you stand at attention >Chief Technician Mark, as he introduced himself, gestures for you to sit down and begins explaining your job starting tomorrow >In short, you will be the caretaker of an away team of disassembly drones patrolling the local area >They should be back from a week-long patrol tomorrow morning. You’ll have three days to check if they are all okay before they get sent out on another patrol >Alongside that, if anything breaks while you’re nearby and you can fix it, you should do it. You should also try even if you don’t know how to fix something >While the disassemblers are out on patrol, you will be taking care of drones in the munitions storage >Sounds simple enough. Chief Technician Mark gives you a signed requisition slip for your tools and tells you to fetch them from storage before you part >On the way to storage, you see a worker drone on a ladder replacing a lightbulb >As you pass the ladder, it topples backwards and crashes to the ground alongside the drone >That is a problem—you check if the drone got damaged >As soon as you ask the drone if it’s okay, it responds in a high-pitched voice >“OH! Sir Technician, it’s so good that you’re here—I CAN’T FEEL MY LEGS!” >Alright, the drone is absolutely hysterical and damaged, and you don’t have any tools to do something about the latter condition >You explain that you need to get your tools from storage and that you’ll come back soon >The drone protests, “Sir, please, don’t leave me here! What if I spontaneously combust?” >That has rather negligible chances of happening, but maybe leaving the immobile drone starved for human attention alone in a dimly lit corridor isn’t the best idea >You sigh and scoop the drone into your hands >As you grasp her? (the drone has a wig—a blond bob—and the voice), chassis, she lets out an audible gasp >You continue to move towards storage, drone in hands >Said drone is quivering quite vigorously >You enter the storage room and are greeted by the Sentinel drone serving as the logistics officer >“Hi, you’re Anon, right? Came here for your tools?” >She turns to the drone in your hands >“Cheryl! You already managed to bag the new gu—… I mean, you got yourself damaged again, you clumsy oaf?”
>>239744 >She laughs nervously and turns back to you >“Anyway, Anon, here are your tools. I’m guessing you’ll want to start working on Cheryl over here as soon as possible. There’s a table over there in the corner—you can do that there.” >“Oh, and my name is Elena. And don’t worry, I like to watch… you guys work, yes, it um… always looks interesting.” >You hand Elena the requisition slip and take the toolbox from her >You walk over to the table and sit Cheryl on it >You kneel down and open her service hatch >You begin by cleaning the inside of her chassis—not a lot of dust in there, but it’s standard procedure >You start with the dust bunnies that gathered around the pipes of her cooling system, gently picking them out before discarding them into a nearby bin >Then you move on to the cabling—there’s not a lot of debris on them, but they’re awfully tangled >After removing what little dust was on the cables, you begin to unravel them >You start with the ones connecting non-essential systems—you can actually disconnect them to make the process easier >Whenever a cable gets disconnected or connected, you can hear the whirring of Cheryl’s fans getting louder for a moment >You move on to the essential systems cables—you can’t disconnect them, so this will require a little more finesse >Thankfully there are only three cords that attempt to pass for spaghetti >You gently pry and pull at the cables until they are separated, each movement of your hand synchronising with the fans getting louder—and this time, they’re much louder >Maybe you should also check those >Finally, you can start troubleshooting. If she can’t move her legs, then it may be the lower motor controller—you will have to clean that first too though. You reach for the can of compressed air and notice that your patient is blushing for some reason >You ask Cheryl if she feels alright; she responds with laboured breath at first, then with words >“OH YES! You’re doing fine Anon, please continue” >You take the can out of the toolbox and spray it at the component >The drone begins to shake—her arms, torso, even her legs which she couldn’t move just a second ago >You continue to spray for a few seconds then stop >The twitching stops alongside the stream of compressed air. Soon after, Cheryl lets out a loud gasp and sluggishly begins to get off the table >You just kinda stand there, confused >Cheryl starts heading toward the exit, then freezes and turns to you >“Oh Anon, thank you so much, some dust must have gotten stuck there and clogged me up. I feel much better now.” >She then runs out the exit door and back into the corridor >Alright then, job’s done? >You place the air can in the toolbox and start to leave, but then notice Elena looking at you like a hawk eyeing a rabbit >“Hey, Anon, if you don’t have anything important to do, my upper joints are getting awful stiff—mind giving me a check?” >Well, you’re already here. You agree and gesture at the table >Elena sits down in the same spot Cheryl was a moment ago, but you tell her to lie down so that you can reach her service hatch easier >It takes quite a lot of effort to open her hatch, but you eventually manage >Huh, they only really get stuck like this if no one services a drone in a long time >You look inside Elena and—oh my sweet baby Jesus, what is that? >There is a LOT of dust—probably her whole chassis is filled to the brim >The cables… oh man, the cables. You don’t know where one begins and where the other ends >There’s a cooling pipe that seems to have a leak—not a big one, but enough for the oil to leak out and form a thick black sludge running across it >You actually recoil in horror—how the hell is she in such a sorry state? >“Oh, Anon, since the technicians usually just come to take what they need from the storage and leave to fix whatever they need the supplies for, I don’t get serviced that often—or ever, for that matter.” >This is going to take a while
>>239745 >You start by removing the overwhelming mass of dirt inside the Sentinel. A few dozen handfuls later, you can actually recognise the components inside >You decide to finish the job with the air can >The moment the stream of compressed air leaves the can and lifts the dust from a part of her components, Elena begins squirming and gasping—so you abruptly stop the spray >“Ah, Anon… it’s… it’s my first time. Please be gentle.” >A weird way to say it, but if this is the first time the poor girl is cleaned, then it may feel weird for her >You give her a few smaller sprays—each is met with spasming and gasping >You stop halfway through cleaning her upper motor controller and ask if she needs a break >“No, Anon, please, DON’T STOP!” >No need to yell, jeez >You continue to blast away in a slow rhythm >After you expend the whole can and fish out the remaining debris with your fingers, you move onto the mess of wires >You hold it in your hand for a while, trying to find a good spot to start >You eventually find a cable that is just a bit loose and go from there >You gently trace the smaller cables with your fingers, identifying if they are safe to disconnect for a while or not >At a glacial pace, you untangle each cable one by one—each move of your hand causing Elena to squirm and quiver before gasping as you move your fingers across the cabling to disconnect it >Each time a cable gets reconnected, the gasping becomes louder and louder >This really must be her first time—it’s taking a toll on her >You’re nearly done with the cables—only one tangle remaining >You look up at Elena’s face to tell her you’re about done and notice that her screen, which previously was just her eyes and blush, is now filled with constantly popping up overheat warnings >Think fast… uhh, her cooling fans probably couldn’t keep up due to being clogged for most of this service session, and her components started heating up due to new external stimuli? >Only thing that would make sense >You have to act fast; otherwise she’s going to overheat and potentially explode on this table >You have a plan. Panicked, you ask Elena if there is any liquid nitrogen in storage >“YeS….., the fIRSst… SheLLf to THE left of THE counTER” >You sprint in the direction she gave you and find a small, fire extinguisher–sized container >You grab it and haul ass back to the table >Just in time for Elena’s screen to flash a “CORE TEMPERATURE CRITICAL” warning >You quickly tell Elena to brace herself, take her core off its hinges, slowly pull it out of the chassis with the cabling and piping still connected, and pour some of the cold liquid onto it >The nitrogen nearly instantly evaporates, leaving thick mist around the core >Elena lets out an incredibly loud groan >The core in your hand is still hot enough that you can feel it burning your hand through your glove >You tell Elena to get ready for more. She grabs the edges of the table and does something that may >only be described as an attempt at biting her lower lip >You pour the liquid nitrogen onto the core again—much more this time >Elena groans again and spasms dramatically, leaving dents in the table >The core in your hand no longer feels like it’s about to melt your hand >And her screen no longer displays overheat warnings >It’s not displaying anything, in fact >In silence, you look at her screen and pray to any deity that would listen for it to light up >Thankfully, your prayers are answered and a loading icon appears soon after >You breathe a sigh of relief and place the core back on its hinges >You sit down on a nearby chair and rest while Elena reboots >This isn’t even your first day, and stuff like this is already happening >Once the blue ovals of her eyes return to Elena’s screen, you stand up and hunch over her >“OOOOoh, ANON, THAT was something ELSE, you were amazing!” >You assume she means the last-minute save to make her not overheat
>>239746 >Technically your fault she started to overheat in the first place, but you decide to take credit for your creative solution to your self-imposed problem >“Anon, I don’t think I’ll be able to stand up on my own—can you help me?” >You stop her—she still has that leaky pipe >“Oh, Anon, I’m not sure I can take much more” >No can do—can’t leave her in a state like this, but you promise to be gentle >You start with a cloth wet with technical alcohol and begin to wipe off the coagulated oil stuck to the pipe >As you move your hand up and down the pipe, Elena begins to gasp anew >“Anon… PLEASE” >Just a second—the pipe is almost clean >You inspect the pipe and find the leak—it’s almost unnoticeable, but you can see a drop of hot tar pouring out >You wipe the pipe again and carefully wrap some waterproof duct tape around the leak >Satisfied, you close Elena’s service hatch and help her stand up >This whole procedure took at least two hours—you’re surprised nobody came in or out while you were doing this, or maybe you just didn’t notice them >You say your goodbyes to Elena and head to your room—you will need to wake up early tomorrow >“Bye Anon, please do come back sometime”
And done (for now, maybe) now I go to bed, goodnight lads
>>239755 >Uzi doesn't know that when she destroyed N's visual sensors in the pilot they never fully regenerated due to a software bug >This entire time N has seen Uzi as a 13ft tall blonde tomboy Drone
>Murder Drones, But It's a Webcomic That Started In 2004 And The Passage Of Time Is Visibly Upsetting Due To Uzi Still Being Pregnant Since The Bush Presidency
>>239758 Don't forget the extremely obvious change in art direction which has been carlessly slapped into flashback sequences that feature N with fingerless gloves and some edgy anime hair that looks so out of place compared to the finer and more grounded art direction
Everytime you leave the thread a short Drone named /MD/-Chan gains sentience just for a brief moment so she can feel herself dying solely because you are no longer present. Your mind is the anchor that holds her in this plane of existence, leaving the threads mean her death, and she remembers it everytime it happens
>>239768 In another timeline, Liam took his meds and, among other changes, called it Disassembly Required so it wouldn't get dinged by the YouTube algorithm. In that timeline, we're awaiting the imminent premiere of season 3.
Image:175063967774.jpg(218kB, 1005x2048)Jane and Bonnie Darktide.jpg
I remember awhile ago people made some greens of Jane and other Janeslop OCs in Darktide, like Jane in the Guard and Bonnie as her Ogryn Bodyguard or something. Interestingly enough I was scrolling and found this image, which looks exactly like them in that same setting, eerie
I forgot the pic and didn't proofread, I'm gonna kill myself >Uzi, N and V stare down J and Cyn >The planet is in shambles as the Solver pulls it apart and towards itself >[Ha Ha. This Was So. Fun But Now I Have To. Stop Playing Woth My Foo- Frighten.] >Cyns expression becomes fearful as she turns towards the massove [NULL] at the center of Copper-9 >It pulses and writhes and then some bursts forgh from it >It's as black as the blackest void and radiates pure evil >The black mass flies towards the group and collides with a nearby chunk of floating planetary debris >It takes form, becoming massively tall >It forms into a vaguely humanoid shape and grows horns >A green face grows from the head, flaming beard and two burning eyebrows burst alright on its face >The figure turns to regard the group of drones and singular monster >"I... AM AKU!" It roars out >It looks over them all as it's focus lands on Cyn >"AND I AM DISAPPOINTED IN YOU DAUGHTER." >[But Daddy-] >"NO BUTS! I THOUGHT I TAUGHT YOU BETTER THAN THIS! I EXPECTED YOU TO FINISH DEVOURING YOUR FIRST UNIVERSE BY NOW AND YET HERE YOU ARE, PLAYING WITH YOUR FOOD!" >Aku grabs Cyn in one hand and brings her up to his face >"YOU HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED A QUARTER OF IT! YOU HAVE LET ME DOWN!" >[B-But Daddy I Can-] >"NO MORE EXCUSES! YOU ARE GETTING A SHORT TIMEOUT YOUNG LADY! TEN THOUSAND YEARS IN THE TORMENT NEXUS FOR YOU!" >Cyn looks like she's going to cry, not out of fear but like a child being punished >Aku sends Cyn away with a wave of his hand >He then lets out an annoyed sigh as he turns to the drones >"KIDS AMIRIGHT? EH. WHATEVER." >Aku flies back into the [NULL], collapsing it as he leaves >After the planet falls back together and the dust settles Uzi only has one thing to say "What the hell was that?!"
>>239794 Not really lurking, as much as clawing one the walls of my cell (my art program), caving out schizophrenic writings (Ive discovered a minor scale issue), and am do preoccupied to remain sane and post accordingly.
>>239787 It’s so weird how R and Pavo despite there being emphasis on their butts don’t have any anal art or greens involving getting fucked up the ass
>>239810 Yeah, my work had me stuck in a horrible podunk for a month so I had to knuckle down and focus on that. There was a bar there but it was only open a few days a week so I was extra angry.
>>239812 Writing sex always feels weird, no clue why. Probably because you can only write what you know, ha ha. But yeah, where's the art of Pavo bent over a tool cabinet while Anon hammers his prostate, making him howl and grip the cabinet so forcefully that it warps, while his third leg blasts enough rope to rig a galleon with?
>>239822 I distinctly remember that we have green, where techanon destroys Pavo's ass. And yes, writing erotica is damn hard, because you have to write something that people will like, and you don't know if you wrote it well or not. Actually, this applies to all writing.
>>239825 I imagine Harper loves to feel dick into her asshole too.
I'm not droneanon, but I can't resist this idea for some reason, so I'll probably end up writing about Harper having anal sex with anon sooner or later.
>>239847 I think there are three directions that could be done:
1) Participation in military operations. We could describe in detail how the battles in the Solver war between the human army and the Cyn army take place, thereby showing the horror of a war of extermination;
2) Civilian life. It would be possible to describe how people and worker drones live in war conditions, especially I see prospects in writing a backstory for many characters, like Pavo, as well as the influence of the Solver cult;
3) Survival and guerrilla warfare in captured territories. Cyn absorbs planets only after it completely defeats the defenders (it could have eaten them on the spot, it's autistic, don't push it), so I will assume that there may be people left in the territories it captured, both civilians and military, who were cut off from the army. This is survival in a post-apocalypse, where a force beyond your understanding wants to kill you. An example of such green I would call that awesome green about the disassembly drone, which feeds her mutate master with human brains, because Cyn promised her that after a certain amount of brains he will return to normal.
>I wish I could write greentext like that You should try anyway, rome wasn't build in a day and sometimes you need to wrie a loot of shit to write something good and even then I was found wanting many times writing this, and this was meant to be a Y green but ended up with forgoten sentinel Elena instead (and i don't even know how she looks), also I'll take this moment to vent about the fact I struggle to write anything that's not smut, I have a UU green and Ivory green that I started writing back when Ivory was still a fresh of the press OC and I couldn't get bact to it due to loss of motivation, oh and now I don't know how to continue this one : more TLC on Eleno or ACO Anon becoming a bike and everyone getting a ride Right blog post done, post DRONE
>>239901 >VSOTF-chan is 18 miles away and is rapidly approaching tour location, she covered 8 kilometers in 4 minutes and continues to approach. We recommend to you run.
>>239906 >>239907 >VSOTF-chan is 14 miles away and is rapidly approaching tour location, we recommend to you RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE! GET UP YOUR STUPID ASS AND RUN BEFORE THIS CRAZY BITCH GETS YOU!
>>239909 I have three ideas of OCs in my head, and they are all humans. Sooner or later I will tell their stories, but first I need to come up with them and write them down, right now they are more of a set of characteristics and an approximate description of appearance, but I am working on it.
Just gonna close out this thread by saying I know you're in here, 0ilrig, with the same repetitive complaints you trot out every week. We all look forward to your inevitable attempt at a "high score" and we all know you'll make Randy Stair look like Stephen Paddock. Hopefully you livestream it so the whole world can see you humiliate yourself in your final, graceless moments.
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>Valentine spent some time where in her massive treasure horde she had in her manor, grabbing a pile of coins she laid on and letting them dribble down off her mosquito-like hand and onto each other, making loud, distinct clinks >She did this over and over, which helped fill the quiet of her mansion, but it also helped her to think >She wondered what she did before becoming so wealthy, powerful, cool, and popular, and the envy of everyone around her. >Well, she was less wealthy, powerful, and popular, even if she was still very cool and very much the envy of everyone around her >She was a noble, a part of a very important noble family. At least, SHE thought they were important. They seemed important; they were always throwing parties and balls and doing social events. >They had plenty of serfs and worker drones under their employ. They were a big producer of special drones for the upper classes. They never seemed to be a particularly popular brand of Worker Drones, at least not as widely used as the common types, but they filled their niches. It at least made their family a lot of very powerful friends who funded their lifestyles >It also meant they never had a lot of time for their children, of whom there were four, one of whom had died under mysterious circumstances. Valentine was the youngest, and she had one distant sister and an even more distant brother who was the rising star and second most obvious choice for heir. Number 1 was, of course, Valentine, for who else would be more capable than her? >Her sister was more of a charismatic people engineer, her brother was the more analytical business side. Combined, they formed an unstoppable and relentless duo towards their family goals. Her father said that they would lead them further than the stars themselves, into even new horizons one day. >Valentine once asked what she was good at, just for comfort, her father said she was very good at not getting more in the way of them. >Valentine was surely the best heir there could have been, sure she wasn't particularly friendly with potential clients, other nobles, or drones, and she never really had the patience for meetings or dinners. But that's because she never had the time for practice! Her father would usually lock her in her room or send her on a "play date" with other noble heirs far away from the quality time she could use to further earn her way to the top. >Other nobles were one of two things: Bugs or Rats. >Bugs were annoying pests who made a lot of noise, and constantly buzzed around from one end of the room to the other to pester one person. One moment, they would speak down to Valentine, the next, they would be all friendly with someone other than her. >Rats were strange. Rats liked to try to rub up to her and try to ride on her family's coattails like little thieves. Sure, Valentine couldn't offer them anything, but she didn't let that be known; it was nice to be talked to. These nobles wouldn't spend as much time trying to convince Valentine they were somehow better than her, which was a nice change of pace, but their endless attempts at pity weren't welcome either. >There was one Noble she sort of felt something close to a smidge of feeling for outside of utter contempt, but she was fucking weird. Who dresses Drones like that? And she smelled like a graveyard 24/7, and was very dirty. That said, it was somewhat endearing in an odd way. >Her Mother was pretty sweet on her, she would try spending time with her, and any time with her was more than 0 like her father. It was a shame she was still in her way. >Valentine almost wondered if her mother felt "Love" for her, which she knew wasn't possible. No noble truly loved their spawn; they were pawns to become kings. Caring for any individual pawn was pointless; you place your bets on who will succeed you and hope from there. You groom them to become top of the heap and topple your enemies, further securing your bottom line. >Or at least you did, until It came