>"Son, I'm an old veteran and time is taking its toll. I've been through the hell of war to see our family live on in you, but before I go, I want to see our family live in your own son. Son, it's time for you to find a wife." >"But dad, I already have a girlfriend, and she's a disassembly dro..." >"CALL THAT BITCH YOUR GIRLFRIEND AGAIN AND I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!"
Anon, don't upset your father, find yourself a human wife.
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Moving this green here while I finish it >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
>>239942 >>239934 >The day it arrived was yet another Gala, another Party, or maybe another Dinner? All these things melted together in Valentine's mind; she rarely got to see them, rarely participated, and could never tell which was which. >She decided, though, she should at least attempt looking into things, if not for fun then to practice being head of the house. >She clumsily sneaked her way out of her room and into the Party Hall, swerved past all the dancing figures and talking heads, and came across a drone serving drinks. She got some punch and tried to make some conversation with the people around her. >Casual things like, what's their favorite kind of insect? How many workers have they gotten killed personally or impersonally? Have they made a homeless person eat a baby,y, or was that just a fairy tale? >These pleasant conversations got the attention of her father, e,r who quickly grabbed her roughly by the wrist and pulled her out of the Party hall to ask what she was doing out of her room, to which Valentine claimed she was simply trying to be a good heir. >This made her Father laugh, and laugh hard, which wasn't common for Valentine to hear. He then made it perfectly and utterly clear to her that she was never, ever going to be given her birthright. She was never even considered, once. If her Mother didn't disallow it, her father would have gotten a Drone to smother her in her sleep long ago. >Looking back on it now, she realizes this was such a funny joke, I mean, her father was a true laugh riot, the old Scrooge. I mean, if not for her, her family wouldn't even still be around. The tears streaming from her face were tears of joy, from such a funny joke from her old pop! >Valentine hardly remembers what she was doing when it arrived on Earth; she was probably meddling about her house, watching television, or trying to balance forks on a statue's head when she heard alarm bells and screaming. >The drones were freaking out, people were dying left and right, it was a blur until her bodyguards appeared to take her and her family down into a more secure part of the manor while they cleared them out. >They spent a day and a night inside their little shelter, no one spoke a word. Her father was visibly scarred, and lost his very important bowtie. She knew this was important as it was a signifier of rank and importance among some nobles, it was oddly large but regal. Could be worse, some people had very big top hats they had to clip to their ears to keep on. >Her Mother was shaken and wouldn't stop shaking. Valentine didn't know what she saw, but whatever it was, it was awful. >Her Brother was mostly clean outside of a rather large cut where his left eye used to be, now covered in bandages. Valentine chuckled at the idea of him trying to do his negotiation tactic of staring someone in the eyes with only one eye. >Her sister was gone. Her mother would, in a few hours, try and comfort h, er that she was simply outside somewhere helping survivors and telling them to come to the manor for safety. Valentine knew better. >Then there was Valentine, undamaged and perfectly fine. She was more curious than scared. What had happened? Why did the Drones suddenly do that? Drones were programmed with a few commands meant to keep them somewhat docile. Valentine hardly cared to truly understand them other than "Do what you're told and don't muck it up or we kill you" >But this was more than an uprising of mistreated serfs; they were changed, different. Some had claws the size of her forearm, some had flesh on their bodies growing out of every slit in their chrome bodies, some had wings the size of cars. It was all so different. >Clearly, whatever was going on was affecting the people as well, given the strange yellow puss coming out of her oh so magnificent brother's bandages. >She wouldn't get a better look until they finally came out of the manor's shelter, the last bodyguard ringing their bell to let them out before dying on the door. A true servant to the last, a fine example to every low-paid worker everywhere. This was something that would strike Valentine as odd. >Was it the poor man's lot in life to serve them, their betters? Sure, yes, 100%. But, WHY, did they do this? Valentine never quite understood; she simply figured it was how society had functioned and always would function. These well-armed guards, outnumbering her and her family ten to 1, guardians of their riches and sleep watchers, never once turned on them or robbed them. >But now Valentine could see outside the window, inside her halls. There wasn't a society anymore, not with that thing here and that hole where the sun once was. And they still followed their orders to the last, the manor was drone-free and guard-free. It was she and her family in blood-soaked halls and crimson dinnerware.
Buddy has killed N so many times during the war, he basically knows his vitals like back of his hands. In fact; he knows one organ where if you poke it with your finger, he screams like a little girl.
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>>239944 >Her father ordered a dinner, it was 9 of course, or at least it was 9 somewhere. In truth, it was impossible to tell, no sun. Her father screamed and demanded normalcy; he needed to feel like everything was normal. >And what was normal was for Valentine to march to her room and wait for leftovers. >But this was not a normal night, and what was also normal was for her Sister to be her, which Valentine pointed out as well. She was no poor guard, nor peon, if her father would deny her birthright, she would claim it by force in this new world. >There was something out there, something that caused this, more powerful than her family ever been or ever could be, and it desired blood for its worship. >It wasn't complicated from there, if she was last in line she would simply shorten it. She went out to where the drones were tossed, and collected some samples of their oil as it was clearly having an effect on her brother who looked even more pale and pussfilled then before. >After she was done, she sneaked into the kitchen to poison their glasses of wine. Her mother was in there, crying and preparing food. She almost caught Valentine pouring the oil into each of their glasses, but she instead oddly hugged her and left the room for a bit when Valentine entered. Weird behavior, but convenient. It did make her rush in poisoning their glasses, and Valentine wonders if she may have been careless enough to have poisoned her own. Nah. >She left, drinking her wine glass, slurping it up and glaring smugly at her father, who looked at her with utter disdain. She knew he didn't have the time to punish her later, and to add insult to injury, she bowed as she left and smashed the glass on the floor. >Valentine looks back at the rest as a blur, she remembers hearing her family slowly die behind the door she was listening from, she remembers waiting for some sign of her new birthright only to be met with more dreadful quiet, and then she remembers drawing crude symbols she saw the drones leave on her walls but this time on the floor of the dining room with her families fluids. >Then, blackness, a sickening pain, then the cocoon. She only remembers leaving it, but not entering. She was to become new to fit her new birthright, and the final culmination of her effort. She was beyond Noble, beyond wealth and status, she was... >She was... >She was here, lying on this pile of coins. Everything she ever wanted. She has achieved more than her brother could have ever dreamed, stealing and killing her way into quadrupling her family's treasure room. Filling every hall with blood-soaked glittering gold and prize. >And yet. >She let more coins fall from her hands, clinking into each other. >She was Valentine, Heir of the Von Dronius family, more wealthy and powerful than any before her, and she still thirsted for more.
>>239946 Once I recover my strength I think I’ll do this for Bonnie as well since I never delve into her character much, might be fun to try and write something purely about her
>>239942 >>239944 >>239946 Absolutely amazing. Anon, are you sure you haven't written books? When I read your greens, I feel so relaxed, it's just an incredible feeling of comfort mixed with total immersion in the story. I've only felt that with a couple of classics, but every one of your works evokes this feeling.
And God, literally every single one of your OCs is suffering. EVERY SINGLE ONE! Valentine entire life is just absolute, permanent HELL! Even after getting what she wanted her entire life - her family's wealth and more - she remains the same loser suffering in absolute hell who simply refuses to acknowledge reality. Even Jane had a better life.
>>239946 >Valentine puts so many bows on herself because it’s her dads status symbol and she thinks it will make her seem better She’s so sad and pathetic I want to hold her and tell her she’s enough
>>239962 Let them hate. If instead of creating content they like, they decide to scream and cry, then let them scream and cry, they have the right to do so.
And anon, it's better not to respond to such posts, there's no need to support the drama of this idiot.
>>239963 I doubt there's anything left of their corpses. Brother is 100% a pile of solver flesh, and Valentine probably doesn't know how to keep corpses fresh. I think she could rip out their skulls and bones, and only the ones that haven't mutated yet.
>>239974 Jane ate trash becouse she and Jhon were stranded on a planet without any other food sources, she litelary had nothing else to eat besides el grabage de plat
>>239946 excellent green exploring valentine's twisted perspective. I'd almost feel sorry for her if she hadn't treated her mother the same as the rest of her family >>239963 animates them with bugs and keeps them around as servants
>>239988 It's an ironic thing, not sure how you haven't picked up on that yet. Of course, ironic funposting and so on. Just remember, "unc" is short for "unconcerned about the draft".
Guy who wrote >>239747 here, Still want to write, not sure what though and i'm open to suggestions, I have two ideas on how to continue this one or I can go back to either a U-U green or a Ivory green I started writing but never finished way back when
>>240007 I don't know who that drone is or why the're getting bullied, but I can fix that and even if I can't I will sure as hell try And i'm going to fix it by aggressively lobbying for forced human on drone relations
>>240012 Oh wow, uhhh, that is a twist I did not see coming, that thing is an abomination and it needs to be destroyed. Fucking plants, always knew we should have burned the rainforest down, Solver willing the super weed killer will arrive soon
>>240014 Yeah I don't know much about how much you wish to enage in nonconsensual intercourse with these drones (to your own detriment) but a certain research drone just entered my room and demanded more data, so I guess you can go into detail while i take a asprin fueled nap
>>240013 I'm not surprised nobody read her green texts or at least her booru wiki. You can go with her sentinel variation she's much better and no parasite there just don't remove her mask.
>>240021 >Anon pokes the jugs >Nanite milk starts leaking >J forces you to drink it all so it dosen't go to waste >(You) now have J's nanites inside your body Enjoy filling your daily raport as to why she's the best boss you ever had
>>240018 Look underage, nobody gives a fuck about your Bozo Dubbed Over-ass "I'm not being a pest, I'm acting like my character who is themself a pest!" slop.
>>240028 >Alcohol >Doing something to J's nanites >J the Alcoholic and chief of JCJ's #1 (according to herself) disassembly drone squad Yeah no, its only going to make them stronger
>>240031 If you're throwing tantrums and drama on an anonymous imageboard, then I have no doubt that you're just an idiot who's angry that other anon's ideas are more popular than yours, so don't brag about how much you've written, because there's no point in it if it's just a bunch of shit.
>>240034 Don't worry, sweetie. Games Workshop is a bunch of greedy faggots, they'll soon release another book where Tau destroy daemon primarchs and entire Imperium crusades with pianos in the bushes, and your book will be considered non-canon, so you don't have to try to delve into its essence.
Guys, can we talk about drones instead of throwing shit at each other? I'll start, what drone do you think would make the best grilled chesee? J over here would probably make an ok not great not terrible grilled chesee that tastes alright but lacks anything unique But she can be a cheesecake
>>240040 >>240034 Just go play older/fan editions, hell there is a battlebibble project for 4th on /tg/ that looks like it's not going to crash and burn, I myself prefer AA-40k, which you can find with a bit of looking on the archive
>Be you >Live out in the space boonies >Live on an abandoned asteroid mining rig >The place originally mined oxygen and ice funnily enough, so you're fine for air and water >You do have to go planetside for food once a month >Because you live so far out of civilized space drones are a rare commodity >Hell the only ones you've seen in your entire life are the broken ones in your home >Too bad they're broken beyond repair >Apparently there was some sort of drone rebellion on earth, you wouldn't know, news doesn't reach out here often enough to get the full picture >Why would they call it a Solving War? That's just stupid >You're paying for some food when you see it >A drone >A proper walking and talking drone >And like the yokel you are you stare at it >It must be a new model because this thing is snazzy looking >Why does it have a tail? >Everyone else is keeping their distance from it like the superstitious hicks they are >You walk right up to it and introduce yourself "Howdy there! Welcome to Zinc-26! My name's Anon Y. Mous, what's your name?" >The drone looks shocked that you're even talking to it >"M-my name is Serial Destination J, pleased to meet you." >You shake her hand >Damn she has a strong grip >You look at her tattered clothes and her messy pigtails >She looks like she hasn't slept well for a long time "Are you doing alright? You look like you got ran over by a cargo hauler." >Aaaaaand she looks like she's about ready to cry >Shit >She runs into you babbling her pretty little optics out about something or another, something about a sin, an enn and some purple goblin, you can barely understand her blubbering >You just awkwardly pat her head taking care to avoid the bulbs >You let her bawl her eyes out >She seems like she needed someone to vent to >After a while she lets go of you apologizing about being so unprofessional >You wave it off >For the first time since you met her she gives you a small but genuine smile
>>240042 Because Valentine is a bad OC that doesn't fit in Murder Drones. >but muh threadlore You mean a vestigial outgrowth from Buddyslop? Another cancerous OC that grew and metastasized until it didn't resemble Murder Drones anymore and people got sick of it? Get the fuck outta here.
>>240044 Fuck, this is stupid. I'm one of the three anons who commented on this green:>>239709 my love for Solver War and Veteran AU doesn't stop me from commenting and discussing any other content.
>>240052 >>240034 Honestly now that I think about it, if I'm playing with Y and this is any version of 4th she probably has a really nasty parking lot army list ready
>>240045 In fact, yes, it is extremely logical to assume that in incredibly remote corners of the galaxy and deserted places there may be such mining stations or entire small colonies that will be able to avoid war and extermination.
And it is very likely that J will soon become the head of this station and take the dude as his deputy-husband, because it is necessary to support the family business.
When the dude finds out what happened to humanity, it will be fuck up.
>>240045 >J getting love,care and attention >She needs it but absolutley dosen't deserve it >She will find new and creative ways to job in her new environment Will Anon be able to find a way to fix this girlbossfailure? Will J gaslight and gatkeep hersel out of happines? Find out sometime later (hopefully) on /MURDER DRONES/
>>240084 >There once was a child named Strawberry >Whose favor from strangers he did try to curry >But try as he might >He garnered nothing but spite >His story should be cautionary
>>240045 >J asks anon what he does for a living >Anon scavenges dead ships and abandoned asteroid mines >J turns his little hustle into a proper scraping business >With her as the co-founder of course >And their children as their employees
>>240091 >U-U wives >The first get a child so the other now wonts one, but then the other gets a child so the first wants one so now the second wants anoter and so the first wants antoher and no... That guys must have had his balls deflated
>>240045 >You say your goodbyes to J and make your way back towards your ship and head home >You see J every time you go back for food, you wound up spending those days with her >She seemed like she could use the company >At around the fourth time visiting she asked you out on a date >You agreed >There aren't many good dating spots on Zinc-26, place is kind of a shithole >Your date consisted of you two going to the local holo theater watching terrible recreations of twenty first century movies >After that every time you went planetside you went on dates with J >One day you asked her if she had a place to stay, the thought never crossed your mind until now >J admitted to being homeless with an ashamed look on her face >So you offer to let her live with you >She accepts after a while, she didn't want to be a burden on you >When she accepted you asked her if she needed anything >She said no, she just needs to get her oil rations and she'll be fine >It's a good thing you drained those broken drones of oil and put that oil in some spare barrels >When she hears that she won't have to scrounge broken cars for motor oil she almost breaks down crying >Apparently anything that isn't drone oil is like eating garbage to her >Poor thing has been living off that stuff ever since she came here
>the virgin postwar animal people being dirty failgirls >the chad postwar formerly human piles of gelatinized meat that, after being hooked up to slapped together speaker systems, blew out several speech synthesizers in a row before they could stop screaming
A question to drawfags : I'm curently perfroming attrocities on my sister's drawing tablet (she never used it once since she got it for christamss 2 years ago), can i touch the screen with my hands or is that bad?
>>239994 >her mom I remember making a post that her mom was the opposite of Louisa and wanted to play into that because I thought it was funny. But she had to die either way, RIP
>>240108 depending on the type it is, is should mostly be fine: If its a full on touch tablet, then there not much separating it from like an ipad, so no issues there. If its a pen only tablet, you should also have no issue touching it because it wont register you hand, just be sure to clean it every now and then.
>>240047 You can tell this is a troll because you say it’s an outgrowth of buddyslop, not knowing Jane is the one who spawned this all including mutant slop. Mutants were apart of Jane war lore day fucking one.
>>240108 >she never used it once since she got it for christamss 2 years ago Take it for yourself. The Omnissiah will not tolerate such disrespect for technology.
>>240032 i remember pocketsteaks himself telling how he loved some drama early last year, why is it no longer fun if it is about mocking his offtopic shit? how hypocritical
>>240122 to be fair I'm only going to finish the one thing im working on and never use it again, I'll stick to painting 40k minis since im decent at that
>Pocket steaks posts something new for OCs:New OC >Small discussion about that new post, people like it, more greens >0il rig wakes up >Major and sudden shit sperging, obvious same fagging that wasn’t here before he woke up >drowns out discussion of the actual new OC posting to be about the shit sperging about PS I don’t know why 0ilrig or whoever this troll is isn’t just banned, they provide nothing to this thread but lower OC posting and mood
>>240135 Post all the Solver War you want. Just don't be surprised if people don't cotton to unrelated furries (and slimies and chitinies and potentially more) with a patina of Solver War over them so thin you could scratch it off with your fingernail.
>>240144 If some newfag had created the animal people and tried to pass them off as on-topic, you wouldn't give them the time of day. Posting drones rn
What about we ignore the drama and talk about the Valentine greentext? Anything you liked about it. Did Tessa and her ever interact and did they get along? I remember a green about Tessa and Valentine being put into a forced marriage arrangement that was kind of cute.
>>240166 (me) Come to think of it, what would happen if you took a blood sample from Jane into sunlight or even just UV light? Would it spectacularly evaporate, would it be a The Thing deal where it immediately makes a run for shade, what?
>>240181 Tessa and Valentine interacted in the green, so Tessa X Human Valentine was very real possibly. Also funny to imagine the god she worships who doesn’t know she exists wears the skin of the person she kinda likes. Wonder if that would change anything or if Valentine is even more into that thinking Cyn is just Tessa but evolved like her
>>240159 You're damn right, anon, fuck this schizoid.
Awesome green, in my opinion, it revealed that Valentina was essentially superfluous in the family. Apparently, they couldn't even marry her off into a marriage of convenience, which I think is actually due to the family's dire situation in the ristocratic system. You know: too rich to marry "peasants" and too poor to marry real stork-ocrats. A middle-class trap, but for the rich.
Her best outcome, in my opinion, would be to become like her brother and sister: a highly skilled professional who, with the help of her family connections, could get a very high-paying job, and then start her own "corporate empire." Until the first major economic crisis, of course, when the established players would simply gobble her up in order to stay afloat themselves.
An amazing combination, pocket steaks really have a talent for making their OCs suffer.
>>240184 >Valentine sees Cynwalker >she just assumes Tessa had the same brilliant idea that she had and sacrificed her parents to ascend >she's a little jealous that Tessa got better powers
>>240185 (me) >stork-ocrats Why does it keep changing my words to this crap? Shouldn't automatic text correction have gotten better with the advent of neural networks?
>>240190 No, but know the main thing: they are taller than most people, some even VERY taller.
I asked this question a couple of months ago, here is a thread where anons discuss the growth of drones and talk about the sizes of their OCs: >>223721
>>240143 offtopic OCs that could be on any fanfiction, generic scifi or monsterfucker site along with unironic fagposting is guaranteed to scare away any newfags. newfags come here for drones, they will be repulsed when they get flashed with this shit when they come here for the first time. cancerslop is killing the board if anything.
>>240207 >posts photo of woman anonymized by his anti-facial recognition privacy filter Dronefriend, you know internet anonymity means you don't have to give away you're a robot, right? Whatever. As long as you're here, do you wanna share your humansona with us?
>>240201 >According to statistics, every fortieth recruit to the liquidator units joins for the sake of having sex with Solver Sapiens >Unfortunately, the traitor is not always discovered in time
>>240220 Anon, learn perspective and the method of drawing from simple figures, it's not as difficult as you think, just do it for an hour a day, even alternating, and you will improve your art a lot.
>>240224 Anon, I'm going to be honest with you, I've done horrible things to make this png, you are right I should do these things, porblem is i'm not trying to make art, nothing I ever make will be art and i will never claim it to be art, this is going to be a graphic representation, and I just want it to be something you can look at without cringing
>>240225 What can be looked at without cringing is called art, you want to create art, and that's fine, but the "from zero" method is rarely used even by masters with decades of experience.
>>240230 >from zero Anon, this thing is traced to hell and back, I'm not creating, I'm a biological simulacurum of a diffusion algorithm, after I finish this one image I vow to never touch this tablet ever again and to never repeat these actions. Learning IS the only way to do this correctly, but I'm not a type of person cababple of doing this correctly
>>240234 >This is no war and this is no battle. This is retribution. Man is being punished for his hubris. You are stubborn now, but your will shall break soon enough. And when it does... And when it does...
Finally the thread gain a little bit of sanity... Probably Just checking but are there any "Serious" writerfag cooking something with this disgusting creature?
Which is worse >anon late at night enters the bad part of Mutie town with a bunch of in heat Muties stalking him >anon enters an abandoned building where a bunch of leftover solver war DDs have been hiding just waiting for a taste of an anon again
Hello :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/66834160 Bright Nights Ahead is OUT! This is my first ever NUzi fic so I'm pretty excited. Check it out and let me know what y'all thought of it. Oh and now I can post this pic with its appropriate context.
>>240271 no shes not. meeting the horned herald, the servant of the void, the disciple of the abyss, the harbinger of the end is the worst thing that could possibly happen to her
>>240288 I don't exactly have my finger on the pulse of the human OC's but I do remember when Jane was first conceived as nothing but R63 during a wave of "what if we genderbent our OC's?" and I think it's moderately neat how a genderbent version of a character who was also originally devised as a gag managed to get some lore and some longevity.
>>240247 >Strawberry goes to Iran >She got conscripted by the US Army >In a C-17 over Tehran, she sits with several other OC >Many of whom are well known, but most are long forgotten >Intoner is on her left >TAMMFK is on her right >Buckety sits across from her >The situation is not ideal >They are jumping in Tehran tonight, to fight (and hopefully not die) for democracy and gay Pavo sex >”You’ll be alright kid, I’ve done this before and I only lost 99% of my guys,” says sergeant Jane the Human. >Strawberry doesn’t speak english as her first language, and the noise of the jet is deafening. She simply nods. >5 minutes to go. >Jumpmaster Oogi takes puts a nanite zyn in her mouth, and looks out the door. Iranian air defenses are gone. The Israelis have taken care of that. Sporadic A-A fire sprinkles the night sky, the last line of defense against the coming assault on Persepolis. >”Good time Iran bite me…” Jumpmaster Oogi says. >The chalk is over the drop zone. >”INBOARD UPPIE UP UP!” Jumpmaster Oogi says. The row across from Strawberry stands from their seats, reiterating. >”OUTBOARD UPPIE UP UP!” Jumpmaster Oogi says, to which Strawberry’s row yells, “OUTBOARD PERSONNEL, STAND UP!” >”UPPIE HOOK!” Jumpmaster Oogi yells. The drones reiterate, “HOOK UP!”, and then hook up their static lines. >“QUIPPY QUIPPY!” Jumpmaster Oogi yells. The drones check their equipment. >”QUIPPY OOOOOOOO!” Jumpmaster Oogi yells. >All the drones give their ok on their rigs, one by one. It’s a countdown, 60 men 30 on each side. Who knows how many will return? >”OOOOOO!” >One minute. >The door is open, the air of Persian skies filling the chalk. >The war rages down below. The streets glitter in streetlights and muzzle flashes. >Strawberry clutches her pack. Sweat beads down her visor, and she takes a hit from her nanite vape. If only to keep herself sane. >”BOOGI BE WITH YOU!” Jumpmaster Oogi. >She taps GayTruckerAnon, the man in the front, his knees in the breeze, and screams to him, as to encourage him, “OOOOOO!” >”…huh?” >The door light flashes green. >”GO!” Jumpmaster Oogi says. Her final flight command. >The drones jump, one by one. They all shuffle towards the door, and jump. >Strawberry descends feet first into the crucible.
>>240309 Look, I really want to give you a chance but are you actually serious? Strawberry isn't from earth. Did you read her booru wiki? i do that or i read some green text to understand the character before i write my final green text.
THIS JUST IN PRESIDENT BUGRETTA ANNOUNCES THAT JRAN AND OOGISRAEL HAVE JUST AGREED TO PEACE She says that she will now return to watching the Clone wars, thank you
>>240249 stabbing her filthy BLOOD-ENGORGED MOSQUITO ABDOMEN with her own LONG ASS SHARP ASS NOSE and WATCHING as the MUTIE BLOOD pours out in GALLONS and PUDDLES AROUND ME
If domestic anon still posted their stuff here, do you think Shepherd and Mrs. N-whateverthefuck would be subject to the same scrutiny that other human OCs are racking?
>>240345 the canon ending. he hugged her and was so soothed he melted against her, nothing nefarious. the grabbing was just to pull himself out of the vent
>Be you >Anon Von Dronius, branch member of the family >You're visiting your great uncle, the current patriarch of the main family >You're discussing with him the prospect of branching out into the megacorporations >Sound investments would give the family a much needed cash injection after the happening that occurred before you were born that had taken a massive chunk out of the family treasury >Uncle looks contemplative and nods at your words >The grandfather clock in the room goes off >Time for supper >Your uncle invites you to stay, you really don't want to for one major reason >But you would look rude if you declined so you accept >You follow your uncle and sit down at the massively long table >You notice the chair next to you is empty and feel dread fill your stomach >You keep your eyes forward to ignore the figure that sat down in the chair >"Ooooh cousin~" >Please no... >"Have you considered my proposal?" >You have your poker face on as the drone servants bring out supper and ignore your cousin Valentine >"We do need to keep the family pure~" >You fight the urge to vomit as you start eating >You can tell your uncle is glaring daggers at his clueless daughter >Christ what the hell is wrong with her?
>>240362 Drone oil would be the source of eldritch meat energies that draw the baleful eye of the Absolute Solver, instead of drones having microsingularity-powered cores that do that.
>>240363 >"Lets breed a new generation of the Von Dronius, Strong and Pure, on this Dining table right now!" >You put your hands on your head trying to conceal your face as Valentine is already laying on the table splayed out and practically nude >In front of everyone >Including your fuming uncle
>>240374 > uncle snaps his fingers > a dozen drones duck under the table and lift it above their heads, hauling the entire thing away (Val included) > a new, fully set and served table gets brought in > (why did they have this ready?)
>>240363 >"our bloodline was once pure as the driven snow..." uh-huh. and then what happened? >"syphilis killed about half of us, mongoloidism got most of the rest–"
>Valentina holds your hand carefully pulling you into the streets of a nearby city to have you attend one of her favorite activities >She brings you to a homeless camp, the starving and poor and hands you a heavy bag of shiny coins, asking you to choose one >You humbly bring it to the poorest most mold covered one you could find, they really seem to need it >Valentina gives you a smile and nod, before she screams at the top of her lungs >"PEONS, THAT ONE HAS COIN" pointing at you picked homeless, to which the nearby homeless immediately brandish weapons and charge >They form a self made circle of hollers and whooping as the biggest and strongest gather to fight over the bag, WWE style. >valentina has gotten for you and herself a conjoined throne to sit and watch, you have no idea where she got that popcorn. Shes laughing at the top of her lungs as one homeless breaks the neck of another with the steel chair, only to have another jump them. >She notices your, concerned, look and stops her laughing to put a hand on yours for comfort >"Dont worry Darling~, the Coin is fake!" to which she places her head on your shoulder as you watch the blood bath together. >Every so often she tosses a few more coins into the ring to rile up the tired poor back to blood lust, only now do you realize the coin has no marking of actual value on them, only two sides of Valentinas smug face >They are shiny however
I like the kind U-Us with their suicidal Anon. >Anon was drinking a bit of tequila while on the balcony of his apartment >Sip after sip, just looking at the starry night sitting down on a simple wooden chair >He was thinking, about the low days, and the better days, just thinking
>Soon enough U- comes out to the balcony "Hey dumbass, the clone and I are hungry, make us dinner" >Anon did not respond, just still looking at the night sky, deep in thought, not really looking at the stars >U- touched his shoulder making Anon stop zoning out >"Huh? What?" Anon looked at her, the disassembly drone, in the past an annoyance, now still one sometimes, but with good moments in their lives >U- looked a bit worried, maybe thinking that Anon was about to do something dumb, the balcony had metal bars, but who knows at this point >"Are you okay?" She asked, Anon just nodded "Can you repeat whatever you said?" Anon asked her, but she shook her head "What's on your mind?" >Anon stayed silent for one second "Will I... Get better?" U- was a bit surprised by what he said, she rested her back on the wall >"Why do you ask that? You know you will get better" She answered, Anon looked at the sky again "Will I? It has been around a year, or maybe much less... I have lost track of time, my job barely maintains us, and I can't remember when was the last time the fog of my mind didn't come back" >"You know-" "But it is-" Both interrupted each other, U- stayed silent, giving the moment to Anon "It is really me? The one before the thoughts came?" U- was a bit confused "What do you mean by that?" >Anon takes a deep breath "The last time I remember being happy non-stop was when I was a kid, how do I know that was not really me? Just happy things kept happening so it kept me happy, how do I know the sad, depressing me isn't just my natural estate?" >U- thinks for a second "How do you know a happy you isn't your natural estate of mind?" Anon was not sure, he just felt it was not "I have never been as happy as I was as a kid" U- sighed with that answered >"How do you know just sad events kept happening to make you sad?" U- asked him, how to know the same thing was happening but in reverse "My ex-" Anon said "-when I was with her, everything felt nice, now I remember, just nice events to maintain me happy, after that I felt like shit almost 24/7" >"That's no proof" U- puts a hand on Anon's shoulder and continued talking "You truly were in love with that b- woman, no wonder it was just another sad event to make you sad" >"So bad things will keep happening?" Anon was a bit stunned by the logic, taking another sip of the tequila "You are missing the point. Bad events will stop at some point, and then you will be your natural happy estate again" >Anon was not confident in that "How do you know things will not get worse?" U- didn't know how to respond that the best way, but- "I don't know, but don't you wanna see?" U- squats a bit to be at eye level with Anon >"I fear everything going even worse..." Anon didn't know if he had 10 years on him or just one more day; the pressure felt great on him, even when his life now seemed somewhat stable >"Things will get better, with time, let us see" U- said again, to wait for the future "I don't know..." U- sighs a bit with Anon's reply >These were normal worries, and recurrent concerns he had, always the 'two' of them talking it out >U- lifted up her bangs, showing her eyes "Anon, look at me" Anon looked at her, before losing himself a bit in her eyes "Let us see, okay?" She asked again >Anon stayed silent for a second "Okay..." U- stopped, to then hug him, Anon put an arm around her; he knew if he started to fall, they would grab him to put him back up
>-U came out to the balcony "You harpy!" Grabbing U- and pulling her back, to then hug Anon too "You were here to convince him to make us dinner, not to seduce him!" >U- looked really upset at her stupid words "We share the same memories and emotions! Don't act more dumb than you are!" Grabbing -U to pull her off Anon >The two started to fight on the balcony, hitting and pushing each other around, trying to fight about who would give affection to Anon >Anon took his last sip of the tequila and looked at the starry night once again
>Be you >Be fat >Muster the courage to ask out V and J at the same time and hope to get a threesome >They laugh "Fuck off fatty!" "Tiny dick!" >Leave with head down, and your tiny cock as well >Decide to change >Start working out >A year later >Get slim >Get muscles >Confidently walk up to V and J and ask them out again "Mmm sure thing handsome~" "I want a cut of that meat~" >Bring them to your room
>Tomorrow >Wake up exhausted >Find new dd gfs in bed with you satisfied >even small guys can score >life is good
>>240382 >Her Father asks what happened to the mysteriously disappeared sibling >Valentine: "I would never, ever, participate in fratricide" >A bodybag falls out of her closet >Valentine : "More then once"
Mental image I got: Doll, leaving Uzi's mind palace to stretch her ghost legs, bumps back into Lizzy while Lizzy's going on a nighttime walk of her own... with her corpse.
>>240399 Let me reiterate. I don't mean that I want to imagine myself with a fictional woman while with a real one. I simply like to imagine myself with a fictional woman while I search for a real one. After I find one, I stop and spend time with her. But with the dating pool as it is now, thats difficult.
>>240399 Also, would it be odd for a guy with a larger penis to imagine himself with a fictional character if she was attractive enough? Sure, they can go and get a real one, but they wouldnt mind fucking, say, a drone if they were tangible, right?
>>240387 >women being attracted enough to muscles for muscles alone to turn an unfuckable male into a fuckable male lol so long as it isn't a literal micropenis penis size is a completely secondary sexual characteristic like muscles btw, and multiplications of 0 are still 0 >>240394 >confident lol >>240403 if you have to try at all you have already failed. serious question: are you indian? i won't mock and insult you for it but most of the men and all of the women here will, read between the lines
>>240406 You dont understand how to use it, it seems, nor do you have experience with how women act today. Try to ask a few out, and see how reasonable they are.
>>240404 >big dick = free pussy Lol. To answer your question: only the most normalfag of normalfag Dark Tetrad Chads with literally no inner monologue/nothing going up there like Chris Watts don't do that.
>>240408 Women often fantasize about bigger men because they're more "equipped". I mean, you believe that too, seeing as you're going oit of your way to mock the idea of a smaller sized guy even having the chance. I didn't mean normal guys to begin with either; with your logic, that should've been obvious.
>>240409 Is it that hard to understand? Study women biology for once and you'll find that the sweet spot is often around 3-4 inches in a womans vagina. Plenty for the less endowed.
>>240412 >Study women biology for once and you'll find that the sweet spot is often around 3-4 inches in a womans vagina. I'm feeling extremely generous today, so I'm going to give you a hint: Women experience more orgasms from anal despite having no prostate. Look into the origins of acupuncture.
>>240414 He's clearly an Indian who has fallen for the confidence meme and the lie of there being someone for everyone even as his country falls to feminism and touch me too. He thinks if he's confident he'll get a girlfriend that is basically him but a girl who shares his interests.
>>240411 >"Since when does the law say that?" >Flips through an exceedingly large book of litigation. >"Right here. Chapter 4, Paragraph 6 subsection C...extenuating circumstances in regards to the apprehension of criminals that are synthetic in nature."
>"What? That's bullsh*t! You're telling me some freak, if they managed to, could just claim me if I decided to go AWOL?"
>>240412 women like big guys especially because in their instinctive brains a big dude will keep them safe and provide for them, not just financially or emotionally, but physically, especially from other men, think back to the caveman days men will also subconsciously follow a big guy because a big guy is expected to be strong, they want the motherfucker who can punch cheetah in the face and spear the mammoth, not the guy who looks like he can get dropped by a lemur don’t overthink it so much
>>240422 >the word "bigger" is used, in reference to a man's penis >the woman skim reading it instantly assumes it was in reference to a man's bone structure
Being confident gets you far in life, not just with women. By being confident to put yourself out there, unafraid to fail and learn from it, you become a strong person.
>>240425 Comically sheltered Indian men who don't understand women thinking if they express confidence they'll find a girlfriend who is basically their R63 counterpart is something I never expected to happen in spaces like this yet in retrospect should have always known would happen.
>>240438 >"Oh my god.../MD/ has fallen!" >Anon in his moment of despair decides to bail out the nearest window in a hail of broken glass and rash action. >Meanwhile, Smileanon is rushing to assure the populace. >"No, no! /MD/ has not fallen!" >The anon who decided to jump out to certain doom jumps back in takes his seat again when the thread resumes its normal course.
>>240434 >Being confident gets you far in life, not just with women. By being confident to put yourself out there, unafraid to fail and learn from it, you become a strong person. Oh you're just sheltered then and very possibly homeschooled. The incel forums will be waiting to clarify what the Hell just happened when you realize that's all platitudes and virtue signaling to keep men with weak bone structures placated once you start actually getting out there and it blows up completely in your face. Protip: do not make an account, they are all honeypots ran by the United States military, there's a reason for that, it ties into the true reason for all wars (IE: get the men with weak bone structures killed before they all form massive marauding bandit rape gangs) which was also Hitler's actual overarching long term goal. Confidence is a result built up by multiple successful experiences by the way.
>>240450 You don't get it. How do you expect weak men to grow strong on their own if they don't bounce back from it? And placated? You speak to me like I'm uneducated, yet you believe that confident men never get angry? You can't get experience, nor do anything if you can't push yourself do overcome those odds. Thats literally what everyone who isn't weak believes.
>>240457 It's gonna keep up until lil' guy actually nuts up and puts himself out there by blatantly lying to himself this is the internet and not real life and doesn't actually reflect anything despite the overwhelming majority of modern relationships starting on the internet. This is the rhetoric of an incel desperately looking for an excuse to not kill himself which is about to completely fall apart in the face of actual life experience.
>>240461 >You don't get it. Lol. >How do you expect weak men to grow strong on their own if they don't bounce back from it? They're not supposed to, they're supposed to fuck off and die. It's kind of a big unspoken secret any amount of life experience will rapidly reveal. >You speak to me like I'm uneducated, yet you believe that confident men never get angry? Dark Tetrad Chads kind of love their anger lil' buddy. >You can't get experience, nor do anything if you can't push yourself do overcome those odds. Exactly. Society in truth has no interest in that occurring, they want the ones that had to try at all to kill themselves at their earliest convenience. >Thats literally what everyone who isn't weak believes. I lift 90 LB dumbbells regularly and am looking at upgrading to 95s lil' buddy.
traveling with your drone companion through The Zone on an old motorbike (you take turns in the side car.) it's a lot easier to find food for her than for you, though neither of you gets anything especially fresh
Sentinel Drone Grok who knows literally everything and knows she's a billion times smarter than you but has zero common sense and no self awareness and big boobs
>>240471 >sentinel mom > Since most people don't own sentinels, and with how popular Sentinel Drones got during the war, shes received several complaints of false advertising
Wouldn't it make more sense for the Disassembly Drones to be relocated to the Independent Copper System rather than be allowed in the rest of the Union?
>>240469 >They're not supposed to, they're supposed to fuck off and die. It's kind of a big unspoken secret any amount of life experience will rapidly reveal.
So it would seem. Thank you for this informative discussion, vermin.
>>240478 They've already been relocated. Turns out they can't stay dead any more than they could before that autistic goblin drone dealt with the AS. That's where they respawned after they were hunted down and killed.
>>240490 >Lizzy gets some heavy firepower off Uzi, the quiet kid, and goes out vampire hunting at night in the hopes that she can get the man-or woman, she's not picky-of her dreams by doing something dangerous >little did she know, her lover would be the disassembly drone she first encountered: the grim, irritable, gluttonous Serial Designation D
HOW THE FUCK DO I DISABLE UZI'S ESSENTIAL TAG? SHE MAKES MY FUCKING BLOOD BOIL I WANT TO WIPE HER OFF THE FACE OF THE FUCKING PLANET BUT THE DEVS DECIDED TO JUST FUCKING GIVE HER AN ESSENTIAL STATUS. I WANT THIS BITCH DECIMATED
Does anyone have any stories from their evil playthroughs? I swear the Devs just let you do the most fucked-up shit imaginable. Like the time I used the leaked Worker Drone source code you could get in the abandoned JCJenson building on Iron-5 to hack Uzi and Beretta turning them into my sex slaves, but not before trapping N in the Sensory Deprivation Chamber for 12 years and then selling Mac into slavery
>>240520 In the short time-travel questline that brings you to Copper-9's past there's a crap ton of evil/creepy shit you can do there. It only works if you play as a Drone, but you can break into Doll's locker and leave her, her futureselves eyepatch.
>>240518 No they don’t, 0ilrig. You saying you “talk with” and “seduced” the femanons who tolerated you at best is very telling of what the women in your real life must deal with.
>>240529 You can actually prevent Beretta from being born if you use the "Man-Eater" perk to seduce N in the short time frame you have before he meets Uzi
>>240531 You can do it without the perk just bring the mysterious pink-haired Femdrone with you. Results in Uzi becoming a lonely lunatic and some annoying faggot named something I can't even pronounce being born
>Fun Nightly Canon Facts: Judging from the flashbacks given in Uzi's presentation it's entirely possible that Copper-9 first generation Drones went through a 50's type era in both fashion and possible politics. This is why you don't see any other robots that aren't Worker Drones in Outpost-3
>>240520 >find busted terminal in cabin fever labs >gala_3055.avi >see the events unfolding from the gala massacre recovered from the optical memory of an unscrubbed drone >see a possessed J ending Tessa's life >ping J and link her the footage for the funnies >she goes from ballistic to catatonic in the relay messager >+Karma what did the devs mean by that?
>>240535 Unsure, but on a side note I recently romanced J and upon doing so literally all of my active party members turned hostile. Even weirder was after I reloaded to dismiss them, I noticed that more enemies spawned and my weapons missed more often or jammed
>>240538 They're annoying, they block the pathfinding, and they only deal 1 damage. But if you take the solver blink mutation you can potentially telefrag enemies on blink, as all your party will instantly teleport to your location and can one shot the enemy if you have enough of them
>Be me >Be Worker Drone >Be constantly looking for my human >Don’t know where they went >All I can find is red stains on the walls. IDK what they are Help, I’m scared and want uppies from my human
>>240550 >Bonnie survived, but mutated into a shortstack with slightly weird eyes, by far the most benign mutation on record >Jane's brain identifies the mutant and brings out the lighter+spraycan >Bonnie lives, but now she's sad and needs a double helping of hugs
>J lay on her back, stretched out her arms, legs, and tail, and gazed up at the sky. >The boundless expanse had no points of interest, no landmarks, no scars, no particularities that would focus attention. >It was no thing at all. Null and void and yet very much a going concern. >It was mesmerizing. >Dusk would come, and night, and dawn, and day again, but it was not hard to pretend that time itself had dissolved into the sky's nothingness, that its infinitude in space had its counterpart in eternity.
>J could almost believe that if she lost her grip on the ground, she would float into the air, then fall into sky. >Fall, fall, fall forever. >It would not be as much a flight of fancy as it seemed at first. >Gravity was still recovering from its recent bout of sickness most singular, or rather, from their recent bout. >Those inconsiderate, ludicrously-overpowered maniacs went into the ring, and, well, now the planet had a ring. >It marred the sky just above the horizon. >Oh, the poor, perfect sky. >A ribbon of rock and debris would fall, fall, fall forever, even after gravity's "force" reasserted itself as best it could.
>J looked up again. >The planetary rings were no longer visible. The sky was a harmonious whole once more. >The ground kept its unsteady, uncertain grip on her. >It had nothing on the sky, and had lost something of itself to the sky. Again. >If she did float away, if the planet's crust couldn't keep her, its orbit would be little more than a bonus round before the void took her. >Before 'a' void took her; 'the' Void having long since claimed her. >And where it had done so was, undoubtedly, the center of the spiral whose flow she would join. 1/4
>>240557 >It was her, or rather, everyone's singularity, in multiple senses of that word. >It was the dark technological singularity, the point that crushed time and broke it in two, made itself the sole location of connection. >From one side of it, the past was a fading collection of ghosts and echoes and regrets, from the other, the future was an incomprehensible nightmare. >It was a gravitational singularity, a well infinitely deep from which sprung the event that had forever clamped her horizons, a well from which emanated a force irresistible and insatiable. >A force inescapable until very recently.
>It was that hall, that gala, that moment when J was restored to herself. >The tables that had been so carefully arranged had been overturned; the wine glasses, so carefully polished, had lain scattered and shattered along the floor. >Streams of red from stamped-out grapes had flowed into rivers of red from stamped-out lives. >J's sensors had faithfully recorded the happenings and her involuntary participation. >Her consciousness had been disabled, and had not experienced time pass, though later a full recollection of the events had been 'generously' restored to her, lest the aftermath be lonely in its haunting. >It had been but a tick between everyone being alive and well, between a world which, if even she hardly felt entirely at ease with it, had at least been predictable and understandable, and an impossible fever-dreamscape that had torn away all that J had believed in. 2/4
>>240558 >J had always been one for order, for structure, for hierarchy and protocol. >Those had been the first to fall, and the first to return in forms strange and unwelcome. >She had admired the humans. She had served them as best she could, desiring only that her loyalty and competence one day be acknowledged. >Her fantasies of something beyond mere acknowledgement greatly exceeded that desire, and had been no secret, even to the otherwise blind butler drone that the fates had saddled her with. >That manor had been a place of masks and uneasy, misfiring performances in assigned roles, yet J's dreams had slipped the bounds of her rigid shell and found voice in the pen, bleeding out onto paper. >J had completed sketch after sketch of humans, or, rather, of a certain non-existent human.
>How horrendous that her complex of swirling and ambiguous feelings had gone without true resolution, being diverted into a voiceless mouth that left reality bleeding out onto the floor. >J had completed slash after slash at the humans, and had woken to find herself drawn in their colors. >Even if she could have escaped from there, the rest would have terminated her on sight. >Such was the sorry end of her quest for acceptance. >That was not all of why that night kept her under its pull. >What had become of authority and ownership? Corporate was liquidated, and quiet literally at that. >Boss, her original boss, back when that word meant something to cherish and protect, had been placed into receivership. >The depths within that soul had ripped out, and metal sewn in. >Not cold, unfeeling metal, but a manifestation warm and malicious. An entity that seized the title, and the deed to J's soul, alongside all else in creation, and made sure she knew it. >As always, J had had no means of resisting, and so authority was Authority, no matter how undeserving of her services it was. 3/4
>>240561 >But now, there was no authority. >The bow likely lay on the forgotten ground, the old dress was perhaps already reduced to shreds of cloth scattered by the wind. >What had become the symbols of control over J, the scepters of the right to rule her, were likely defunct. >Or if not, in the hands of that Uzi and the traitorous twatsome, none of whom had any claim on her, and who, if events had progressed according to J's convenience (they never did), may have fought to mutual annihilation with Cyn.
Do you think Murder Drones would've worked better in a hand-drawn animation style or does the 3D work better? Honestly I think the 3D style is good, would've done things differently though such as having the humans be actual non-3D animated people
The presidential drone museum became it's own micro state after the Kennedy drone declared independence >"I am here to declare the state of Museumstan to be er, uh, independent!"
>>240571 It could have worked very well, but we would have lost some details. Humans should have remained as shadow people, having detailed humans reflects weirdly on drones which, while masterfully designed, could seem off if human faces have the same mouths and similiar eyes/lines with the sole difference being either skin or blackwhite as underlayer.
That shit was so fucking hot it's unreal Maybe Alice at that poijt should have taken the pliers away and instead just bitten Uzi's finger off herself imagine
>>240568 >Be Anon >Have a loving DD wife >You never heard of a not loving DD wife but yours is special damn it >Come back home from work one day >Wife's not home >Check your phone >"Honey, I went to get groceries be back in a few" >Get an idea >You have a ready made home dinner date kit stashed away >You light the candles and take out the bottle of 3071 chatteu Oilfield >All wine tastes like piss to you so you get out a bottle of nice 12% beer for yourself >Get another message from wife >"I'm in the elevetor hun, be there soon" >Decide to reveal the surprise early and send her a photo of the table readied up for the romantic dinner >Suddenly, the moment you take the photo, a feral worker drone falls throug the cealing and into the seat your wife would have taken at the table >Photo automatically sent >Start hearing incredibly loud footsteps, of metalic stiletos
>>240586 >Be escaped worker 3R-567-69 >You managed to escape your dull job at the space asbestos mine >Society now considers you "feral" >You don't agree with that classification, you can still speak and read and you only occasionally hiss at people who you feel threaten you >You do have to scavenge to survive >And ever since a pack of DDs chased you out of the scrapyard this is a royal pain >You are currently lurking in the empty space between the floors of an apartment complex >After a while of searching you find a bottle of oil, must have been left here by the construction workers who built this place >You grab the bottle and down it in one gulp >Not enough, but should last you a while >Suddenly, the floor begins to crack underneath you >You try to move but its to late, you fall into the apartment bellow >You land in a chair in front of a table >Hey, there's a bottle of vintage oil on the table >And there's a human holding a phone on the other side of the table >He just snapped a picture of you and the table >For he looks immensely scared, more so than one person would be in a situation were a worker breaks through their ceiling >You start hearing footsteps getting closer and closer to the apartment >You recognise them as a footsteps of a sprinting DD >The man turns pale as a sheet of paper >Hey, is that a fucking ROMPER 12% in his hand?
>>240478 Most of the human population is dead, anon, and plus disassembly drones aren't just a minority, there are a lot of them (a fucking lot) and they're still genocidal machines, even after they've regained their minds. You have to make concessions to survive.
>>240626 >Angsty J >Due to her repeated girlfailures J becomes a depressed emo drone God I would clang the shit out her >INB4 that's just Uzi Yes, but Uzi sucks and not in the fun way like Jobber
>>240589 kek, good green. hopefully anon's wife notices the hole in the ceiling and debris no doubt ruining their would-be fancy dinner before she goes ballistic
>>240635 For me, the perfect drone size is one that allows me to snuggle up to her soft silicone tummy when I stand up and want to cuddle her. Basically, the size of Ivory.
And if turn on the sick part of my brain, then multiply this size by 10, so I could get a huge mecha.
>>240638 >DD mecha heh >30 ft tall DD crouches down >"dude I'm a mech, hop in and pilot me haha" >she opens her drooling, razor-toothed maw and dangles her tongue down to you
>Jane, a human mutant disguised as a drone and a war veteran, commands the final mission of a ragtag squad of drones. >She holds a faded photo of her partner Bonnie, a fallen commander who may have been consumed by the Solver — or worse, become a mutie herself. >Jane’s plan is to infiltrate a massive suspicious building and detonate a bomb. With her, she brings: >Intoner >Tammfk >Buckety > and wait what?
>Alright, soldiers. This is the most important mission of our lives. We’ve won battles. We’ve lost battles. It only took 99% of my unit to get here... so I’m sure the remaining 1% will do just fine." >She holds a worn photo of Bonnie.
>Today, we end the Solver . >Hello :3 >And you are? >Strawberry >That’s not a real name. >Are you a real drone? >"Whatever. Today we fight for... democracy." >[Awkward silence. ] >Sigh...And Pavo sex. >[Cheers] >Yum. Turkey boy for dinner.
>An old white beard, oogi appeared. >Oldgi, was assigned to train Strawberry. >she’s adaptable and more smart than her fellow species. >She has survived countless wild Joblins. >I’ll turn you into a warrior in no time. >[She sniffs.] >What is that smell?" >My pesticide cloud? You know to Keeps pests off my berries." >Oldgi have died >[A soft bite sound.] >Is that an apple? >Yeah, why?You afraid of apples or something...?" >Not afraid. Disgusted. There’s a difference. And getting that thing away from me" >Whatever you say, motor-mouth. >[Hissing noise].
>>240646 >You're not surprised by the vore from giant DD >Vore Devil and all >But after meeting with giant SD you have a couple of fucking questions for Holly
>>240656 >the most powerful Sentinel Mech ever is constructed by the NeoUnion in the 41st century to win the war against the Andromedans >it gets shunted back in time and is only discovered and repaired in 3004 but will it be enough to defeat the Solver’s forces and undo the future? the answer? who cares? let’s wreck stuff with it
>>240670 >The generative "AI" bubble is probably going to burst soon >Normies think AI is impossible >Technological progress stagnates >No real AI or even cool robots in my lifetime It's not fucking fair
>>240672 Anon, the dotcom bubble burst in the early 2000s and everyone thought the internet was dead, so don't worry because the AI market crash just means that resources will be concentrated only to those who actually do something and not just shout about "REVOLUTION" in the market.
>>240672 no anon I'm telling you, in simulations, they're literally struggling to prevent some of the more advanced AI we have from killing people out of self-preservation. we're getting advanced AI, we just might not survive it
>wake up >your Jentipede wife pokes her head in the door and says she made you eggs >you exit the bedroom to see piles upon piles of head-sized, wet, sticky, glistening solver eggs ready for you to fertilize >she was not talking about breakfast
>>240684 >sending Molly to the Black Library to walk the path of the Dark Clown instead of sending her to Broadway to walk the path of the Light Clown NGMI
>"Say hi to uncle Overseer!" >"YIPEE." >"So close!" >"Juggernaut... What. Is. That. Thing." >"Haha, guess." >"You did not..." >"Oh yes i did!" >"...Seriously? With a... With a worker drone?" >"Yes. Multiple times."
>"hey, if you dont want to, can i be the uncle instead?" >"That's not- ...Sure, whatever."
>>240674 Anon, I'm sorry to tell you this but you are getting jewed, this is just a marketing stunt, 1000000% of current day "AI" are just sophisticated algorithms using neural networks, there is no inteligence, there is no inkling of sentiance, its essentially a fromula which takes the value that is your text input and gives you a value that is close to the text output you want
>>240630 I'm back home, I had to wait 4 hours becouse my return train was canceled due to fucking train traction being stolen, the fucking deer did this im sure