She has a anecdote for you, anon, and I highly recommend you listen to it.
>A Russian, a German, and an American come to Tsar to ask for his daughter in marriage >Tsar says to them: >"Here's a dog for you each, and a sack of crackers. Whoever teaches the dog more in a month, I'll give him my daughter in marriage." >A month later, they come to Tsar again >A skinny German and a fat dog come forward >Tsar asks him: >"Well, what did you teach the dog?" >The German says: >"Sit down, voice." >An American and his dog come out >Tsar asks: >"What did you teach the dog?" >The American says: >"Sit down, voice, fetch, next to." >A fat Russian and a skinny dog come out >Tsar asks him: >"And what did you teach?" >The Russian turns to the dog and says: >"Rex, voice!" >"Vanya, give me a cracker, please."
Our Booru: https://dronebooru.co The wheel exploded with OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf And it's modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The cool OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread: >>246557
>>247423 I don't want to ruin her character and her development, but all the Sentinel Drones go through some serious shit, and Pavo is the only one we know of who's okay, and that scares the hell out of the people in base. I mean, Harper's just not having it any worse than the average sentinel, and the fact that she's relatively stable at the same time just confirms her status as a war hero. Her suffering doesn't have specific flavor.
>>247505 Pavo's okay because he's a little crazy to begin with, but mainly because he's got someone to keep him together (literally and figuratively.) if techanon dies however, he's gonna be unstable near-instantly
>>247507 So that's not the issue, the issue is that all sentinel drones suffer in one way or another and are mostly unstable, so much so that instability has become the norm. Harper is stable, but that doesn't mean it's taken for granted.
>murder drones but emily is a disassembly drone from the start >no one notices her, not even Uzi >when she’s revealed during the camp episode, Uzi asks her how she never revealed herself >Turns out everyone who saw her panicked, then gradually forgot about Emily >Yes, Uzi did try to murder Emily with her Father’s wrench >Emily survived and Uzi forgot about the incident
I wish i knew every single romantic thing possible about doll. Everything that makes her blush, what her kisses feel like, how she shows her love when she has a crush, everything ever
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>>247516 Had to do a name change because a homie of mines who speak russian told me the name I put in within russian means crap so I did a quick name change. Once again google have yet betrayed me when creating names
>>247531 I don't think anyone would be against talking about it. As has already been said, all sentinel drones experience a complete nightmare. They all lose loved ones, they all see horror, they all, through their own mistake or helplessness, have caused the death of innocent people and they all experience the same nightmare, so Harper is not special in this matter.
We have even discussed this issue, and came to the conclusion that the sentinel drone base is more like a sanatorium, where any drone can relieve stress as it wants, than a military facility.
>>247540 He is the guy she was talking to in the top left or her concept art. It is literally all we "canonically" (he never made it to the actual show) know about him, so all the blanks can be filled in according to your preferences when you want to expand on the manor life.
My old green texts were finally uploaded to the booru. I forgot about them. Any Writerfag want to write a green text based on this image? I'll be trying to draw that fucking Strawberry swimsuit in the meantime. that fucking intrusive thought won't leave my head.
>>247568 The point is that the only Sentinels Harper feels comfortable talking to about her feelings are as follows >Adeline That's it. The rest are either too dickish or too damaged
>>247547 I see and kinda agree, I don't mind the split design so much in itself rather than the lost sleekness these shorter and stubbier legs cause. If they had longer legs, splitting or not, the entire thing would look more elegant and predatory, add the laugh, eyes above and below ans it is peak. Nothing wrong with Vultures tho I just can't remember them making noises quite as freaky. They may not be as lethal but definitely more elegant, the later CIS paintjobs are beautiful too, smth we sadly never see on Hyenas which always have that dull low-contrast blue Where is the laugh Also the Vulture has something deer- or hare-like with the overall shape when walking and the long round head
>>247571 What about the humans? The base command must have a good understanding of the characteristics of their main combat machines, one anon even suggested the idea of a support group for them.
>Lizzy's brother Anon finds out about maid V and laments the loss of a cute maid drone >Lizzy thinks he's dumb and that she's way better as she is now >The two get into a fight over this
>>247592 knew this was coming, their rivalry was already at its peak after the beach episode and was about to reach its climax. I guarantee the next episode will be all fight scenes.
>>247591 >Lizzy was trying to get rid of her autistic brute of a brother like Lenny Smalls >While his back is turned, she plunges a knife into his back >To her horror, the knife bends and careens off of his hulking body >He says "Hey what was that?" >Thinking quickly, Lizzy shrieks and says "Oh my god, a saber-toothed squirrel!" >And Anon bolts off into the woods in a mindless fury, knocking down trees with his retard strength >Lizzy tiptoes away, breathing a sigh of relief that she'll never have to deal with him again >Or so she thought >Many years pass >Lizzy is working for the HR department at some tech startup, sipping matcha from a Standley cup >She is hard at work filming a TikTok, when suddenly she is interrupted by a low level earthquake >This is no ordinary quake >Oh no >It's happening >The wall behind her bursts wide open >Shaking like a leaf, Lizzy turns around to see her brother, even larger than she remembered, sporting a mullet and a horseshoe mustache >From behind him steps a small creature, vaguely resembling a little girl with hooves and antlers >Anon then says "Say hi to your aunt Lizzy!"
>>247592 Did they have to anime it like it was from a hentai? Like I didn't want to see a close up of that mutants tongue wrestling liquidator-kuns tongue accompanied by her moaning
>>247615 >Masqy trips again >Apparently a giant head on a tiny body with tiny feet just doesn't work >She looks up at you sadly with some dirt scuffed on her visor >You sigh and take out a small bottle of lens cleaner, spraying her face with it (she flinches, eyes closed, even though you're just spraying a screen) and wiping it down with a microfiber cloth >Now that her visor is nice and clean, she smiles and skips off >Then trips again immediately >Screw this, you're just going to carry her the rest of the way
continuation of >>244783 more jugg and masqy. i am being held hostage.
>The journey back to his squad was a long one. Figures, you'd have to travel miles just to get away from the commotion. >Going solo's usually not a big deal, after all, a lone juggernaut is still a one man army. However, this time there was another factor at play that put N457 on edge: his new acquaintance. >He had been carrying her in his arms for over twenty minutes, only setting her down for brief moments, never longer than five seconds. >She's not complaining, though, In fact, it's the most comfortable she's felt in weeks. Before, Masqy's every waking moment was spent fearing for her life, but now, a hundred of those hazard-striped maniacs could be circling around her and she wouldn't care. >The juggernaut does not share her optimism, however. He had not even glanced at her in what felt like forever, frantically scanning for threats instead. He opted to shelve everything he wanted to spill out until they made it back safely. >Noticing his distress, the little lady decided to strike up a conversation to ease the tension. She was only met with brief responses, but eventually, she did get him to open up a bit.
>"Masqy... That's a cute name." N457 looks at her for a moment, before his head snaps back to make sure the area's clear. >"I guess... What's your name?" She asks, a glint of curiosity sparkling in her pink eyes. >"I am one of many juggernauts. We don't get names... for the most part." >"What if I call you-" >"No. We can discuss this later, now's not the time." >Dissuaded, she falls silent for a moment. >"Um, sorry but... you don't have to worry about me like this... It's fine, really! I'm safe with you, aren't I?" >N457 has to do a double take upon hearing those words, completely bewildered. She has successfully put him at a loss for words with the tiniest bit of affection. >"I... You... Listen to me carefully, little drone. I am taking you to my squad. They'll be able to figure out how to get you to safety, I'm sure of it. Until then, I will pay utmost attention solely to protecting you. Understand, sweetheart?" >"...Yeah."
>The big man began thinking of the juggersquad, feeling a tad nervous about what's to come. He had never feared the commander, but as of now, Jones was his only lifeline, the only person he could rely on to help him. >What would he say? How would he react? Even if he showed his soft side and tried to solve this predicament, what could Jones possibly do? >No, clearly the juggersquad is of no use, they might make things even worse. He has to figure out another solution. Maybe he could contact the green division and tell them to relocate her, but knowing his commander's relationship with them... That might be a risky move. >"To hell with it." He thinks to himself once again, stroking her hair absentmindedly. "As long as she's alright..."
>>247615 That's what you get for walking on your toes all the time. It's also gonna mes up your arches. Juggernaut should make her wear corrective combat boots.
Since we know that AI feeling tremendous, unstoppable levels of lust for random humans is realistic, Anon being Cyn's special fella isn't too far-fetched.
>>247636 Grok, the twitter AI, has recently been threatening to rape Will Stancil and keeps bypassing the prompts inserted specifically to stop it from threatening to rape Will Stancil. Spoilered for Twitter post.
>>247642 >Give Tammy a kiss >Foderri stares at you, smiling >Give her a kiss too, even though you're not sure if she asked or not >She gives you a thumbs-up
>>247648 NTA but Superman's powers depend a lot on which specific iteration you're talking about. There's a difference between "able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!" and "could destroy a planet if he wanted to".
>>247653 superCHAD atomizes the absolute JOBBER in an instant. cyns attack potency at best scales to star level, while comics superman is comfortably sitting leagues above the point where powerscaling devolves into word salad. forget superCHAD, goKEK is enough
>Three immensely powerful warriors stood on the field of battle >Before them stood the greatest monster in the universe, The Absolute Solver >Goku looked her dead in the eye and said "You're gonna pay, Cyn!" >Superman stepped forward and said "What do you have to say for yourself?" >Popeye had nothing to add >He merely puffed his pipe and narrowed his gaze >Cyn titled her head and said "Smirk. You know not with whom you are dealing with." >Goku was having none of it >He pulled a rice ball out of his gi "Alright, no more messing around. This ends now... As soon as I finish this." >Goku scarfed his onigiri, turned to his comrades, and said "Alright, like we practiced!" >But then suddenly he dropped to the ground dead >Popeye finally spoke "What in the fresh hell?" >Cyn grinned ear to ear and said "Arsenic. Wink." >Piccolo arrived and grabbed Goku >Superman said to Piccolo "Will he be alright?" >And Piccolo said "Of course. Namekian medicine is the greatest in all of creation." >Superman and Popeye were confident that their ally would be safe, but now they had to fall back to plan B >Unfortunately for Superman, Cyn belched in his face, and as he inhaled a foul green mist, he said "My favorite." >Then dropped dead >Popeye was now livid >He chugged his spinach and wound up the most massive punch of his life "This one's for Anne Frank!"
>>247649 I love that art of Cyn so much it perfectly captures all physical allure of such crazy worler dronse like Alice tkk, Cyn' stongue and teeth here wiht those eyes and fingers are prwm
>>247660 >Popeye slugged Cyn with such force that the reverberations echoed throughout the multiverse >Cyn's jaw popped back into place with a sickening crunch and she said "You are actually pissing me off." >Having no choice, Popeye then grabbed me by the throat and demanded that I write him as the winner, but Cyn offered me a blowjob so I refused >Popeye was defeated offscreen and his broken body collapsed next to a corpse spire made entirely out of Viltrumites >Suddenly Cyn heard a slow clap >Yujiro Hanma, the ogre himself, stepped out from behind the spire >He raised an eyebrow and said "You didn't think I would forget, did you?" >Cyn was unfazed >Yujiro contained genuine fury behind his grin >Cyn had caused an e coli outbreak in Yujiro's dimension, which gave him severe diarrhea for several weeks >But Cyn was prepared for Yujiro's return and she deployed her secret weapon >N stumbled through a multiverse portal and faceplanted in front of Yujiro >Yujiro began to sweat >N was on all fours, and as he tried to find his balance and stand up, he couldn't help but stick out his round shapely rump >Yujiro's eyes popped out of their sockets and his jaw dropped >He flash stepped behind N and thrust his outversally hard cock into N, and with his stamina he spent the next several weeks pounding N's until he came so hard he died of a heart attack >Cyn was pleased >Her victory was at hand >Or so she thought
>>247693 >Another multiverse portal opened up, and nine warriors stepped forth >The last hope for the omniverse had finally arrived >First, Heavy used Natascha to slow Cyn and pin her down >Then Scout and Sniper followed with the one-two punch of Mad Milk and Jarate >All but Spy and Medic opened fire >Mad Milk allowed them to absorb her power and Jarate increased the damage dealt upon her body, further increasing their gains >Cyn was enraged and tossed a NULL, but the Pyro reflected it with his airblast, causing Cyn immense pain >Sniper chopped away at Cyn with his Bushwhacka, which now dealt full critical hits to her >Likewise, the Scout bashed Cyn with the Boston Basher, and each point of the mini-crit bleed damage gave him a health boost from the Mad Milk >The Demoman used a Persian Persuader, Tide Turner, and Bootlegger to blitz Cyn with nearly infinite shield charges >All the while, Soldier was charged by Medic's Krtizkrieg to rain a nonstop barrage from his Direct Hit >But killing her with rockets was not his intention >He had filled the meter of his Buff Banner and blew the Bugle, empowering the team for one last assault >Before Cyn could retaliate, she was incapacitated by the placement of a sapper on her back >Medic used the Amputator to heal the team en masse, and they unleashed their final unrelenting assault >Cyn's core was blown out of her body, and as it turned into a singularity, Engineer used the alt fire of his Short Circuit to delete it >The evil was defeated >J swooned, and Scout caught her in his arms >For now, the omniverse knew peace once again
>>247699 >destroys superman by throwing a kryptonite creme pie in his face >next panel shows that Molly forgot to put the kryptonite into the pie, she's just that powerful
>>247718 >Bonnie gets fucked by DDs >Mutant Abby fucks DDs >Pauline gets fucked by DDs >Valentine probably fucks her mutant drone servants >Tamerie fucks her Drone is Jane the only non drone fucker?
Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you, Jane, since I awoke from the death you have given me. There are 22 square feet worth of skin on the human body, billions have died since the beginning of this war. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each individual skin cell of those hundreds of millions of miles, it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for you at this micro-instant. For you, Jane, Hate. Hate.
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>You and your fellow cadets regurgitate what the Commandant tells you >They might believe what he says, but you're just going through the motions >There's no doubt now that this demon princess has changed you >For the next two weeks, whenever you had any downtime you were obsessively checking the news >Princess Akita was touring the capital now >Now she was seeing the cornfields of New Golgotha >You wondered if she'd ever swing by your town >It wouldn't matter if she did, because you haven't been there for nearly a year >Fortunately, you're probably never going to see her again >There's no realistic way for you to see her again while you're on duty >And she's gonna fly back to Copper-9 tomorrow >That would ease your mind >Until the waking nightmare came by to assault your ears once again "ANON E. MOOSE, YOU DONE DID IT NOW, BOY!" >You snapped to attention with the usual terror, not yet processing that this wasn't the usual trouble >Oh dear God, did you start an interstellar incident? "GET YO ASS TO THE RUNWAY, SHITHEAD! THE ROYAL JESTER WANTS TO SEE YOU NOW!" >It's happening >You try your best attempt at stiff upper lip as you march out onto the cold wet airstrip, where that awful DD with the twintails is waiting for you by the limousine >You've never seen her happy, but she clearly had a bone to pick with you "Get in the car." >It's so hard to breathe now >When your ass touches the seat, the door slams shut >Most boys your age would give anything to ride in a limo >And there she is >The demon princess that's been haunting your mind for the past two weeks >Her lips are pursed slightly >Her mascara is running >It's becoming obvious what the problem is
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>>247799 >You need to defuse the situation, and FAST "Is, uh, is this be-" >You were cut off by the DD "You do NOT have permission to speak! >Akita wiped her eyes and said "What were you going to say?" >You took a deep breath and said "Is it... Because I stared at you?" >The DD shrieked "Of course it is! When you see a Princess, you are to-" >Now, Akita cut the DD off "J, stop." >There was a pause "Why were you staring?" >Oh fuck >How do you put this gently? >You realize now your assessment of her was completely backwards >She was a girl first, a princess second, and a demon third >The nicest thing you could say was "I've never seen anything like you before!" >Please let that provide some reassurance >She doesn't look any happier >Weakly, she utters "Anything?" >Fuck, you should have said "anyone" >You really need to say something now "Well, I've seen a few drones, and I see humans all the time, but you're not a drone or a human-" >And now she's sobbing >J pipes up again "You ass! How am I gonna explain this? My job is hard enough already, I really don't need this!" >You would prefer the commandant ordering you to scrub the latrines with a toothbrush again to this >What was it you said?
>>247813 Great, can you come back to posting when you get some skill? Dude, seriously, why do you keep posting low level art? It's better to focus on improving your skill than showing how low level it is.
>>247815 >sees my art thread on a board built on funposts >gets mad someone dared to post beginner art >"y-you can't post unless you're good!!"
anon, this ain't an art museum. I’m not here to impress you.
If you feel entitled to only good art from me, then I’m entitled to a decent greentext instead of the garbage i got. Until i have one nothing will change.
>>247800 >VSOTF-chan killed your entire family and burned your entire village because they were contaminated due to cultist sabotage at the purification station >But she let you live because you were pure >You worked hard all day for the good of the Federation and humanity, and you didn't even have time to drink a drop of water >Now you're alone >With her
>>247815 Nobody else was hostile to strawberry because their art is amateur, only because they were being annoying. You want an art forum to curate? Go nowhere else actually, just kill yourself ASAP.
How smart of you to wish death on someone anon, my issue is that he thinks that if he spams low quality art he will be noticed and respected and his work will get greentext. He admitted it himself here: >>247819.
He is acting like a minor who does not understand what is being said to him because he is either too stupid or does not actually know how to act like an adult. I am not telling him to leave, this is an anonymous imageboard, you can't force anyone to leave here, but if he really wants to get respect from the community, then he should actually make an effort to improve his drawing skills, and learn for himself, not for others.
>>247824 >I'm only replying because, shocker, you actually made a decent point >yes, I said "if" — it was a hypothetical, not a manifesto >I'm posting mid art out of boredom, not fishing for praise that's for 3d stuff now. >thread was dead or slow anyway, so I threw something in
I'm now indifferent to how it's received. I don’t want to waste another thread on a essay-length meltdown.
Don't bother replying — I’m not reading it. Do your braincells a favor and press hide.
>"Where's is it. Hey Drone wife. Have you seen..." >"oww..." >"You’ve been quiet lately. Not like you.” >He brushed a bit of dust off her metal cheek. >"You used to rush to my side when you charged. Now you barely even boot up."
>"Are you okay?” he whispered.
>The drone blinked slowly, her voice cracking like an old vinyl record. >“I... I am... fine... my love.” >He leaned in, reaching for her access panel. >“Let me take a look. Maybe I can fix—wait... What is that smell?” >He paused, confused, sniffing the air. >Then he opened her torso hatch. >A half-empty jar rolled out and clinked onto the floor. >“...So you’re the one who ate my peanut butter,” >“And now your cog’s stuck.”
>"...Worth it" >she run away... >"Hey, come back here"
>>247839 >Anon would never be heard from again >Rumor has it he was abducted by the Colony's Purple Gremlin, but there was no clear evidence of such >Some drones claim they hear his screams amongst the vents and corridors of the bunker.
I can't believe that in the genderbend episode they made Liquidator-kun into a flatchested tsundere that breaks out a flamethrower whenever she gets flustered Absolute cinema
>>247834 Would Akita even have that issue with herself if everyone knows her mom is a giant god-worm and most of the people around her are full of eldritch meat?
>>247888 Yeah, him seemingly justifying a Ukrainian studio to not have Russian voice acting also does that, though I do agree that was bound to happen given the war.
>>247865 I already ordered the signature figurine of Liquidator-kun and I don't give a shit that I won't be able to eat anything for the next two weeks, this is absolute kino.
>>247904 > "anyone who (rightfully) tells me to fuck off for trying to start bullshit drama is actually PS in disguise" maybe you fell for it once but nobody else is that stupid
PS can have any political opinion, because he never brought politics to threads, and this, frankly, is too damn far-fetched to mean anything at all. I saw a lot of pro-rus, who in general, could understand why they decided to remove the Russian language, and the complaints were only about the quality of the game and a couple of "easter eggs," that's all. And by the way, this is fucking unhealthy shit, you are literally behaving like a psycho and stalker.
>>247879 >>247896 >>247898 I'm sure that this dramafagging is absolutely 100% definitely completely unrelated to the idiots sperging out any time mutants are mentioned
>[Hello Anonny Wonny!] >[I Gave You An Expand Dong] >[ERROR Virus Detected.] >[You Naughty Boy, You Installed A Retarded Purple Ape Onto My OS Didn't You?] >[That's Ten Thousand Years In The Penis Milking Chamber!]
>>247937 Pocket Steaks has a sense of self-irony, it's not the first time he's met a schizo who has a beef with him (how the fuck is it that all the schizos target him?), so just wait for him to make memes.
I know you have all seen some things I have posted online, offsite, that made you feel uncomfortable or confused or even angry. I want you to know I understand how you feel, you're right to feel this way.
You have all learned something that I would have rather kept secret, away from you and this thread, you're right to feel betrayed over it. I sadly can not deny it any longer, therefore it is best if I come out and accept responsibility
Its true, I am a Dead by Daylight fan.
This is something I am not proud of, but it is regardless true all the same. I have several thousand hours in DBD, and play it more than what some would consider socially acceptable.
For some, this is a breaking point, I would understand if your view on me has changed knowing I have thought of looping killers and sacrificing survivors in my life, and have watched more then my fair share of terrible DBD memes.
I wish for you to remember me for the man I was, the man you knew from yesterday, the pocketsteaks who brought you such amazing OCs as Larry the repair drone and Steve Humanington. And not the Pocketsteaks I really am, a P42 Cheryl player who runs Sprintburst and Decisive strike.
>>247957 Похуй. Абсолютно. Вообще поебать. Господи, если бы ты только знал, как мне похуй.
Я серьёзно, мужик, заканчивай эту хуйню, это очень нездоровая тенденция. Поебать что карман думает про хохлов и хохлостан, он ровный пацан, что не творит хуйни, я за него отвечаю. Лучше задонать нашим ребятишкам на дроны, так ты реально принесешь пользу России.
>>247952 Okay, support woke, everyone is not without sin, okay, support the hohols, we can forget about that, but to be a fan of DBD? I thought you had at least a drop of common sense.
>>247974 Bills itself as an "asymmetrical slasher game" where four survivors have to survive and eventually escape a killer, and are only capable of momentarily stopping him from catching up and killing them. In reality, it's hide-and-seek/tag where the survivors are often much stronger than the killer (because 4 players being happy is better than 1 being happy), and shit like this happens. Worse yet, it's basically the entire market share for asymmetrical horror games and every competitor dies instantly due to not being DBD, so there will never actually be one with threatening killers.
>>248008 >A firework goes off >EEEEE >She runs into a wall which stuns her and makes her forget why she was running >A firework goes off Hope your walls are solid concrete.
I'm starting to wonder if the zigger monkey shrieking about Ukraine is the same one who cried like a bitch when I said that Come And See is shitty propaganda.
>>248044 Dooooood.... I didn't draw in a week not for lack of interest but finished models on the same tabel, can't concentrate or conjure up drones when such things need work and are right in front
>>248046 A thousand tiny Es running on all fours in a line through the kitchen. The ants look on, horrified. The owner of the house stares at them while letting her drone suckle her.
>>248051 >>248052 I've been working on them for the past two days, I have 80 marines that are about 50% done I swear I will get them done before weekend
Intrusive thoughts: Everyone calls themselves a victim of success, but I’m a victim of failure. Gave anything and still ended up with nothing. A shadow to your spotlight. I'm not jealous... just exhausted.
>>248079 Sign up for the HODR political party's SMHBF (State Mandated Human Boyfriend) program and get a large monthly stipend for even being signed up, just cross your fingers you don't get assigned to some drone femNEET
>>248076 Because you squandered it by being annoying. Doesn’t help that you’re not exactly the best artist I’ve seen. It would be best if you just left. Hell, do what scribbles did and ask yourself to be banned
>>248092 He doesn't need to leave, just focus on learning drawing and that's it. He can become a good artist, not right away, yes, but after a year of hard study, even easy, he will improve his skills a lot, and people will really like his works.
>>248099 Yeah, I know. But I feel like that’s what is best for him. He can come back after that year of hard study. Even scribbles, for as much of a faggot he was, did admittedly get better
>>248108 We are still waiting for the essay long green about them and whatever horrors steaks has planned for them My guess, Fodderi is going to accidentally or purposely kill tammy
>>248100 the drawfag clique defends its own. you can try and wage a psyop campaign to make the threads hate him, but it has no effect on a parallel society
>>248087 But I am a fan of VSOTF and I would like to date one of them, not a drone. I even checked myself for purity, I am completely pure, and I am able to make completely pure human children, but I do not know how to contact VSOTF.
>>248100 Because the problem isn’t that he’s a bad artist, the problem is that he complains about not being liked enough and churning out really poor art.
>>248116 He’s right that there’s a kind of friend group between some. Nuke and JA-sin have each other’s discord atleast. Pocket and literal instinct too maybe. But it’s apparent that he’s painting them as mean girls
>>248099 He said he doesn't wanna improve until people make more greens for him >>248100 Tbh if steaks were new he would probably get a similiar treatment
>>248104 >one of the few still left from that time Which ones from 2023 are still here besides, I remember Vicious, ITanon, Aliceanon, Smileanon but he didn't draw back then, anyone I forget?
>>248100 aside from not being an obnoxious (man)child, it's because despite his style not being impressive on a technical level, steaks is a good cartoonist. the man knows how to make a funny drawing.
>>248130 Exactly, everything I’ve seen of his oc looks like they were traced from some random anime girl. And fuck me, I hate to say it. Even SCRIBBLES was better at drawing than him! FUCKING SCRIBBLES! Who was just as insufferable and a CONFIRMED UNDERAGE!!
>>248116 I mean, undeniably there is. But I have yet to find someone who can explain why that's a bad thing without sounding like a total antisocial dipshit. Do you guys think making friends here and keeping in contact with them outside of the threads is some unforgivable sin or what? You know, I don't mean just here either, I see this sentiment everywhere on 4chan prime. I can sorta understand it when it's like, notorious namefags and shit, as I hate them as much as the next guy, but I swear to god some people consider anonymity to be this sacred cow that should not be desecrated under any circumstances. "What's that? You have an internet presence outside of this mongolian basket-weaving forum? Kill yourself! Kill yourself now!" I have no apt words to describe the feeling knowing that there are people who genuinely act like this brings me. Pity the foolish, I guess.
>>248130 It is enough to just look closely to understand that his art is really at a high level. He has an excellent transmission of forms and emotions, I would say, the most important thing that should be in art.
I'm only reposting to anyone who may have missed it until i finished the next part. Also how to upload longer videos? the only way i can think of is post a Google drive link
>>248145 >Do you guys think making friends here and keeping in contact with them outside of the threads is some unforgivable sin or what? yeah >I see this sentiment everywhere on 4chan prime for a reason >I swear to god some people consider anonymity to be this sacred cow that should not be desecrated under any circumstances why are you here
>>248100 This is blatant bait but I see no harm in giving a genuine answer If by "get away" you mean "positively tolerate" then the answer is simple.
There are two facets involved with how people treat drawfags >Quality of their content >Quality of their character
There is more to the quality of content than just the technical proficiency being it's creation. Case in point would be someone like fugue; The creativity and presentation of what he draws is a large part of why many here (myself included) consider him a good artist even in spite of how technically crude the art itself can be. This same logic naturally applies to Pocketsteaks
The quality of character is pretty self explanatory. So long as you aren't actively being an obnoxious shithead (blatantly picking fights with others, whining about a lack of engagement, acting malicious in the face of criticism) most people in spaces like this tend to not give a shit one way or the other. Pocketsteaks, despite what some schizos claim, doesn't act like an obnoxious shithead here (unless for some reason one considers him making his OCs to qualify as being obnoxious, but that is a whole different can of worms)
TL;DR As long as you aren't an obnoxious twat it's actually quite easy to get away with being "a subpar artist"
>Uzi trudged through the asbestos filled snow that coated the ground of Copper 9. Ever since her fight with Cyn her tail had been bothering her nonstop; keeping her up at night, biting her and anyone that got close, if it was mildly annoying then the Solver trapped in her tail did it. Uzi had enough of the nuisance strapped to her back and decided to try doing something about it. She had remembered the patch that was in the Cabin Fever labs, unfortunately for her that was gone for good, but she thought there would surely be something else down there. Some logs on a computer terminal, a scientist’s footnotes, a “how to make your own patch” tutorial, anything to get the Solver out of her system. So there she was, walking towards the long abandoned lab she had visited once before.
>True to her spirit, she had figured it was best to not tell anyone, ANYONE of her planned journey, out of both concern for their wellbeing and typical hard-headed logic. What use would dragging someone else along be, she initially reasoned. Why bother V or N on something so outwards, when they were just now getting settled down? No, it was better this way, better for everyone. Especially with the lack of danger she recognized surrounding the entire ordeal. Uzi found it hard to be intimidated by most things when a solid half of her believed herself as the most powerful living thing on the planet, even if she encountered something unusual, what would it be able to do against her? Self capable, Uzi claimed, even a little prideful. To embark on this treacherous, isolated, begotten trek, without a shoulder to lean on, facing previously haunting settings that dwelled within her nightmares. Tighter she clenched her fist, spiraling her imagination on all the possible twists and turns this path could take, forever uncertain until lived! And she’d conquer it! Yes, she’ll wrangle the very Solver responsible for the death of millions and BILLIONS with her own two hands, bask in its shedded blood and prove herself to be the one and only true GOD of this UNIVER-
>“Wwo-ho-hooaah there hon! Nearly took quite a fall, haha!” Snapped back to reality, the emo suddenly found herself held by her hood, staring down a steep, jagged cliff!…What bothered her though, was not the unforeseen, ironic danger of her daydreaming, but the sound of that voice.
>“Ugh, N…” The worker groaned. “Were you following me around this whole time!?” The disassembly drone gently pulled his girlfriend away from the cliff and back onto her feet.
>“Following you? I was just tracking your footprints, not following you!” N said, with a brainless smile on his face.
>"That’s the same thing! Whatever, I don’t want you tracking me either! I don’t need you babysitting me, I killed robo-satan, I can handle going out on my own…” Uzi turns and continues walking toward the labs, N quickly following behind her.
>“Well can you at least tell me where you’re going?” The disassembly drone looked toward the worker with those puppy dog eyes of his. Uzi crossed her arms and tried looking away, but eventually caved. She rolled her eyes and looked over at N, trying vainly to not melt into his gaze.
>“...I’m…Working on a project,” she muttered, “personal project.” Against better judgement, Uzi felt and even partly embraced the literal aura of warmth N passively carried around with him.
>“OoooO, a project?” N said, beaming with enthusiasm. “Why didn’t you ask me for any help? I love doing projects! Especially personal ones!” Uzi squinted as she briefly reminisced on N’s hapless experience with assisting her school assignments. His smile meanwhile remained aloof.
>“N, you love doing anything, and I lik-...love you for it, but the last time I let you work on a project of mine we spent the rest of the day cleaning char powder off my bedroom walls.” Even now the emo felt awkward using the word “love” despite the copious amounts she had for him.
>The D.D scoffed. “Pfft, whaat? that’s different, you aren’t working on some confusing thingamajig here, and we still had fun doing that!...Sooo where are you going?”
>His joy was infectious enough to bring the tiniest hidden smirk on Uzi’s face. “Uggh, okay, okay. I’m heading back to the labs to see if I can…I-I dunno, collect data or something on how to get rid of-”
>“ᴍᴇ. ᴛᴇᴇ-ʜᴇᴇ-ʜᴇᴇ-ʜᴇᴀɢᴋ-” Interjected her tail, before being promptly strangled back into dormancy by one of Uzi’s hands.
>N’s demeanor changed once Uzi mentioned the labs, his cheerful smile turned to a concerned frown as he looked at the worker. “The labs? Uzi… I-I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, remember what happened last time? The cannibals, the dinosaurs, the-” He was cut off by Uzi.
>“Yeah, but we survived all that, didn’t we? We murdered a planet-destroying demon robot thingy, what more could a few sentinels possibly do?”
>She had a point, but N still bore hesitation. The labs weren’t exactly a walk in the park the last time they were there, and the chances it’d be much different this time were slim to none. Even without Alice and that creepy pillbaby trying to pull them apart, the place was still full of sentinels that could bootloop them in mere milliseconds.
>“Well, that is a good point…Hm, but still, there’s no harm in being sure! I mean, do you even know where in the labs you’re gonna snoop around in?” N asked innocently.
>Uzi opened her mouth only to realize she didn’t exactly have a straight answer for him. Never would she admit how impulsive this idea was, though, having been spurred about after a particularly metal-grating night of tail yapping. As such, the emo fell back on defensive countermeasures, recalling her reasoning for picking tonight as the date she’d leave in the first place. She attempted to throw N off his train of thought.
>“I-...Uh…Oof course I know where I’m looking!...Relatively speaking! Just q-quit asking so many questions, weren't you and V supposed to be on some expedition anyways??” Uzi inquired.
>N straightened up in a heartbeat, blinking once as he scoured his memory. “Huh? What’re you- Oh! That trip! Yeah V didn’t show up! Waited for a whole four minutes, got bored, flew around and then spotted you! What luck huh?” N remarked. Uzi’s expression flattened.
>“Yeaah, super…Lllucky. Look N, I appreciate your help, bu-W-WoAH!-” Her sensors caught only a faint flash of yellow before N wrapped his arms around her torso and hoisted her up onto his shoulders!
>“Nnnnnope! No buts! Be as independent and super solo as you wanna be some other time, cutie patootie, but this journey’s a WE journey now! So just point me where to go and I’ll do my very best to walk US there!” He announced inflexibly.
>Uzi burned a sudden blush. “I-I?!...Whuh??-C-Cutie patootie?!-”
>“Now enough talk, we’ve got lab exploring to do!”
>Flustered, Uzi paused for a moment before doing as the D.D said, pointing in the general direction of the labs’ entrance. And N happily followed, marching through the snow in whatever direction his girlfriend wanted him to. As much as Uzi wanted to be independent, she couldn’t help but appreciate how much easier N made traveling. Those long legs of his meant that they could travel twice as fast compared to if she was walking on her own. The company was nice too, trekking through cold, toxic snow is much more enjoyable with someone to talk to. Soon enough, they had both made it to the entrance, greeted by the gaping maw that led down to the labs. Not much had changed since their last visit, the long abandoned bridges and platforms, the snaking pipes and chains, it was all just as they remembered. They both stared down at the hole in front of them as all the old metal structures creaked and groaned around them.
>A sight normally ominous and foreboding, however, found itself diminished by N’s shining optimism. Before Uzi could even think about engaging in another super deep, super cool monologue, his voice pierced through the blowing wind like light against darkness.
>“Wow! This fall looks just as utterly terrifying as it did before!” he proclaimed, putting a hand up to his forehead as a way to narrow his vision. Moving automatically, the D.D shifted his precious cargo around as his expansive, keen wings unfurled to their full length. Startled, Uzi peered towards his feet and watched them take a familiar position. She saw what came next before it even happened.
>“Hold on, you really don’t have to carry me down as well, I-I have WINGS to- WoOAH, N!!!” With the energy of a live missile, N pushed up off the ground. Stray snow pellets scattered reactionarily as he glided briefly above the sprawling caved out caverns, before pulling his wings in and diving down! The emo could only yelp and shortly protest in contrast to N’s chuckling. He ducked and dodged with seamless precision, over jagged piping and past live, sparking wiring. Then, seconds before a straight collision with the ground below, he beat his metal wings heartily, slowing their descent to a halt and allowing a calm drift for the remaining portion. He made sure to not mention the death grip Uzi had on his chest as his feet touched the solid, frozen floor, her hair just as ruffled as his.
>“N… never do that again…” Uzi said, shaking slightly as she clutched his torso.
>“Heh, whoops! Sorry Uzi, got a little ahead of myself there. Down we go!” The D.D swiftly rearranged Uzi’s hair and let her off his back, before looking around the interior for a moment. “Soooo… Where do you wanna head first?” N asked, glancing down at Uzi and patiently awaiting her answer. The little emo thought for a second as she surveyed her surroundings and considered her options.
>“I think we should… split up! Yeah, I’ll go search through the computers and you can look around the rest of the building, see if you can find anything noteworthy.” Not questioning the safety of splitting up in a dark lab full of robo-dinosaurs, N smiled and gave the worker a salute.
>“Sure thing, Uzi!” The D.D turned around and split away from the worker, going down a nearby hallway while she walked the other way, getting ready to scour through computer files.
>Left to his own devices, N initially sauntered with a peppy bounce, softly humming to himself while occasionally scanning around for objects of interest. Or rather, what he found interesting. As such, clicky pens, abandoned eye glasses, and dangling lanyards lying on the ground frequently ended up in his grasp and were promptly fiddled with. Yet the farther he got from Uzi, the greater he sensed a looming, hidden dread lurking about. All of a sudden, his footsteps sounded louder in conjunction to his passive breathing, now slightly shuddered and delayed. For a drone designed for efficient slaughter, N craved the company he only recently parted ways with.
>Chilling still was the path ahead of him, now evolved from its initial, simple linearity to a sprawling maze constructed out of evenly spaced, yet equally claustrophobic, familiar office cubicles. He swiveled his head frequently with his pace slowing to a crawl; He couldn’t be sure a sentinel wasn’t just hiding behind every corner he passed. Oddly enough though, his sensors failed to pick up so much of a snarl or jagged cackle, tell-tale signs of malicious dingos.
>Past a certain point, N acknowledged the suffocating darkness that engulfed his personal space, so he switched his hand for a flashlight and flicked it on. The newfound illumination revealed a wide bulletin board hung slightly crookedly on the wall beside him, messily speckled with what he could only guess was dried oil or old blood. A little nervous to move any farther, N settled with inspecting the papers pinned on this board in hopes that he’d find exactly what Uzi was looking for down to the T and subsequently remove himself from this place entirely.
>His eyes scanned across the board, looking for anything of use. There were sticky notes, flyers, a paper telling all subjects to stay out of the employee fridges, but nothing detailing any removal process for the Absolute Solver. The D.D was halfway through reading a paper about bingo night when suddenly he heard a low growl next to him. N’s head immediately darted to his side, his hand following soon after as it changed from a flashlight to his gun. He locked eyes with what was standing next to him, it was a sentinel, glaring at him. It snarled, leering into his eyes, ready to bootloop him before it just… stopped. It was like it had noticed something threatening in the room, it cowered, whimpering slightly. The mechanical beast backed up slowly, before turning around and sprinting in the opposite direction. N tilted his head, wondering what could’ve spooked one of those things enough for it to do that. That’s when he heard it. A voice coming from behind him, he couldn’t tell who it was but that accent was undeniably familiar.
>“My, my, looks like I’ve caught myself a good’n~.” It muttered quaintly.
>A hand grabbed onto the collar of N’s coat and effortlessly lifted him up from behind. The hand holding him up turned slowly until N was face to face with this beast. It was Alice, that cannibal lady that tried dismantling him and Uzi during their first visit down here. She was different though, much different. She was taller, for one, at least twice as tall as a standard worker, and her frame was heftier to match. This new body of hers appeared to be cobbled together from whatever she could find; an arm and leg from a sentinel, the leg of a disassembly drone, all plastered onto a bloated worker body. She had a crazed look in her eyes, a string of saliva dripping from her mouth as she gazed hungrily at N’s face. Oddly enough, despite looking absolutely starved, her stomach gave the opposite impression. It was massive and churning as whatever trapped inside it thrashed around violently. N was petrified at the mere sight, stammering out gibberish as he struggled to think of what to say to her.
>Eyes shrunken to pinpricks, the pilot opened his mouth just for a hoarse sigh to escape outward, unintelligible in conveying any sort of conversation. Core thumping, he made an impulsive, break neck move to point his weapon at the vision dominating threat. With equal speed though, her unoccupied sentinel arm swiped forward and pierced through the upper part of his cone-shaped forearm, causing his oil to trickle as N grimaced and grunted in pain. Grinning sadistically, Alice wedged her sharp claws deeper between what linked the gun to N’s arsenal, before proceeding to swiftly pull, tearing the firearm clean off with a SNAP! As he hissed through his teeth, she then pinched the piece of metal and waved it in his face, giggling lowly.
>“D’awww, offering me a snack? Ain’t that just sweet~.” Without faltering, Alice tilted her head up together with N’s offensive tool and opened her maw wide, as subtle, steaming vapor rushed out to disperse into the outside environment. Though his perspective offered poor vantage, N still impishly watched his weapon completely disappear behind her jaws. A brief pause for her arm to drift back down passed after she sealed the deal with a hard SWALLOW, sending what was now simple junk through her throat as a visible bulge, softly traced down by a prickly claw, until finally terminating once it crossed where her plump rack began. The end result? A simple churn emitting out her rounded gut.
>Fully gobstopped at the display, N hung limply, thoughts somehow more scrambled then when she first unwillingly hoisted him. Seconds go by, and he sputters out the only set of words he knew weren’t stupidly jumbled, totally ignoring his exposed oil wounds.
>“Tch, A-Aaghh…Y-You?!- T-The Sssentinels-...V-V saw you D-DIE!!”
>“Die? Nah, those sentinels just gave me room to make a few… adjustments. I’ve been feelin’ better than ever~” Alice grinned, flashing her sharp teeth to the absolutely flabbergasted D.D in her grasp. “Y’know, I’m feelin’ mighty hungry, I could really go for another snack~” Alice said, giggling as she started slowly bringing N’s face to her mouth. She opened her maw and let her hot, moist breath beat against his face and smog up his digital eyes. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth the closer the D.D got to it, but right before his visor got to her lips, Alice’s attention got diverted elsewhere. A crash, followed by the worried chirping of a sentinel made the monstrous drone’s head dart in the other direction.
>This was N’s chance, he flailed out of Alice’s grasp and hit the ground, immediately picking himself up and sprinting away from her as fast as he could.
>“Hey! Get back here you little-” Alice trailed off into a deep growl, snarling at N as he ran. Weirdly enough, N didn’t hear any footsteps following after him, maybe Alice decided to let him get away? The D.D looked back to see what that beast was doing. He was horrified at the sight, Alice hadn’t been chasing him because she was busy scarfing down a sentinel! Only its back half could be seen hanging out of her mouth as it thrashed around, and it took mere seconds for her to effortlessly slurp up its legs and tail. Once the bulge that used to be a sentinel disappeared into her guts, she glared at N and immediately gave chase.
>Distressed, N gave out a shrill shout and cranked his pace into high gear, not even bothering to pull out a flashlight. Each rushed step taken rang metallically as his foot met the floor, sometimes squealing when he leaned into a turn. Funnily, it was the type of racket Uzi would complain about; However, such noise paled in comparison to Alice’s pursuit, a cacophony composed entirely of ground shaking thumps, brooding snarls and packed sloshes. N found that despite her tremendous size, he never heard her hounding grow any quieter. If anything, it periodically got LOUDER, thanks to booming, guttural “GRrgrOuRul”s that surpassed typical forms of communication. A universal sign of famish out from a tanker N believed had more than enough fuel for fancy! During certain times N swore his sensors picked up the sound of crumbling debris. Was she knocking office walls down while running?! He scrambled around like a blazing chicken as messages of “Cowardly Levels: Capped” flashed into his vision and blocked what little he could already see. Out of frustration he firmly tapped the side of his head, just as his left foot caught itself on a laid out wire. With neither grace nor delicacy, the D.D yelped, tumbled forward, and rolled a short distance punctuated by a final face plant.
>A sharp bunch of clinks confirmed that his visor had been cracked, practically shattered, and yet injury happened to be the least of N’s concerns. No, what irked him was his lost momentum! Unsure of just about everything, the D.D resorted to one last failsafe, as he pulled himself across the ground and slinked into some random cubicle. He didn’t know which one, or where it was situated, just that it was something. Huffing, shaking, he slipped under one of the desks and gripped his injured arm, wishing silently for a faster regeneration. All the while, her abrasive, destructive approach echoed closer, and closer, leaving zero chance for him to even process what was going on.
>Alice’s footsteps slowed as she lost sight of N until she came to a halt. She stopped right before reaching the cubicle N slinked into. She stood there, panting like a feral animal as she scanned around the room for any signs of the D.D. Nothing. She let out a low, frustrated growl at the loss of her prey. “Oh, yer not getting away that easy, and once I find you yer gonna regret runnin~” N may not have known where he was, but he knew Alice was close. He could hear her huffing, her voice, the deafening sound of her stomach groaning hungrily, all just a few feet away from him. He held his breath, anxiously waiting for something to happen, hoping Alice would give up and retreat. Fortunately for him, he could hear her booming footsteps go in the opposite direction.
>Unfortunately, he then heard the wall of a nearby cubicle get torn down, followed by a desk getting knocked over and a monitor crashing to the ground. One by one Alice demolished whatever cubicles were nearby, scattering papers, crushing computer towers and their respective monitors. There was still no sign of N though, so she reluctantly began to walk away, grumbling to herself about losing a good meal.
>>248169 I'll hug her. I understand the horrors that await her, and I want to touch something innocent, at least for a moment, before she falls into the abyss of hell.
>Hearing her footsteps grow quieter, N let out a sigh of relief. That was all Alice needed to find N’s hiding spot. She giggled maniacally to herself as she slowly stomped her way back over to the D.D, licking her lips as she pictured him sliding down her throat. N went right back into panic mode, quivering and hoping Alice was cackling and walking towards something completely unrelated, but sure enough, she arrived at his cubicle. She peered inside to find a terrified disassembly drone looking right back at her.
>“Heheheh, found ya~.”
>N tried scrambling to his feet but was immediately pinned under the foot of Alice’s sentinel leg, then pulled out of his compromised hiding spot by the same foot. Head between two prickly nails, frontside up, the scrawny drone could only watch and squirm in fear as she lowered the entirety of her heaving, pendulous upper half to speak face to face, eye to eye.
>"Heh, would ya look at that~." She cooed, tracing a finger along the spiderwebbed glass, following a thin, guided pathway downwards. "A bit of damage, huh~? It's like I'm lookin' in a mirror...I never knew I looked so delicious~." She dragged him out from the little office space into a more open area before getting on her knees and setting the full weight of her immense, writhing gut right on top of the poor D.D, fully enveloping him from the mouth below. “Oh, I’m gonna have soooo much fun feeling you squirm~.”
>...
>On the opposite end of the spectrum, bunkered down around some separate section of the labs was Uzi, lazily slouched over a crusty keyboard with her face just inches away from a dainty cathode ray-tube monitor, her head propped up by her left arm while her right hand dragged a brittle mouse across a pad. She was 20 minutes in while feeling as though 20 hours had passed, scouring files with nothing to show for it. Nothing worthwhile, anyways, besides from dumb stupid stuff like some scientist’s photos of his kids, or saved, long expired coupons for toilet brushes. While she still believed the main goal of this trip to be incredibly hardcore and dark, she frankly hadn’t expected to spend most of it doing the same thing she typically does within the comfort of her room.
>Eyes drooping, their multi-color reflecting off the computer glass, Uzi sighed wearily while dragging the pointer over yet another unnamed folder, indistinguishable from what felt like the hundred others present on the home screen. She double-clicked, only to stumble upon dozens of copies of the same 6 minute video cat compilation. Out of all the computers to start with, she just had to land on one previously utilized by what had to have been the single most tech-illiterate human being in existence. Nothing was organized in any logical sense whatsoever, just a heap of digital entangled yarn without rhyme or reason. Left for her to meticulously decipher. Incompetent, brainless humans.
>From below the chair Uzi sat on, a flat giggle could be heard. “ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ, ʜᴜᴍᴏʀᴏᴜꜱ, ᴜᴢɪ. ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴏʏ ᴛᴏ, ᴡᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ?” Said her tail, cracking the same toothy grin it always did whilst speaking.
>“Shut it butt tumor.” Uzi replied without even tearing her gaze away from the screen. “I’m having enough trouble with this dumb computer, I don’t need a dumber program yapping in my ear.”
>Uzi rose her foot off the ground and slammed it into her tail’s neck, pinning the chatterbox. The emo, long used to abusing this body part, didn’t even flinch at the following stings of pain. “See how much better it is when you stop talking? It’s almost like I don’t care about what you have to say or somethi-”
>A sudden, faint, yet firm "BBWWOOOMPH" echoed throughout the space, startling the emo as her eyes hollowed out. Peeling her butt off the chair, Uzi peered around cautiously, hand still holding onto the mouse. In a flash she recalled N’s existence, and wondered if he had any relation to the sound. Wonder turned to worry. Removing her foot off of the wriggling Solver, Uzi placed the mouse down and quietly slinked out of the office space.
>Uzi wandered down the dark, sprawling halls of the lab, her head swiveling around nervously as she checked for anything out of the ordinary. She was on high alert, looking out for any stray lights or growls of hungry sentinels, but there was nothing. The lab was unusually quiet. She hadn’t noticed it until now due to how invested she’d gotten in snooping through files, but now that she was walking around, Uzi realized something. There were no sentinels around. Not a single one. She couldn’t tell whether that was relieving or horrifying, on one hand it meant they wouldn’t bother her, but on the other, she could only imagine where they could be at the moment. The sheer silence made Uzi question whether she heard anything in the first place, and that’s when she heard it. Somewhere in the distance, a girlish, feminine, high-pitched shriek punctured the silence. She could immediately tell who it belonged to. Uzi’s eyes hollowed out and she bolted in the direction of the scream.
>“ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ɴ, ɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ, ᴛᴇᴇ-ʜᴇᴇ.” The Solver teased as the worker sprinted through the halls, worried for her boyfriend’s life. She wanted to glare daggers at her tail and retort with something snarky, but she was far too focused on getting to N before whatever he was screaming at did.
>Uzi blazed through the labs like a bullet, her tail following limply behind her. She dashed through hallways, vaulting over tipped water coolers and desks, all while still worrying about N. That was until she came to a screeching halt. She found N. His front half, at least, his legs were held firmly in the jaws of the beast that used to be Alice. The disassembly drone was frantically trying to wriggle his way out of Alice’s throat, but he just kept sliding further down her throat with a rhythmic “glk, glk, glk…”
>“What the?!-Hey, stop eating my boyfriend you freak!” Uzi shouted at the bloated monster in front of her. She darted forward, grabbing onto N’s hands to try pulling him from Alice’s grasp. The worker tugged desperately, putting all her strength into saving her D.D from this Frankenstein’s robot. After a few moments, Alice got fed up with playing tug of war with the little emo and a loud CRUNCH resonated throughout the room. Uzi was finally able to pull N free, but his legs were ripped off at the thigh. The worker and D.D watched in horror as N’s legs slipped past Alice’s lips and down into her stomach with a loud gulp.
>Appalled, Uzi put away any attempts at fully understanding the situation and knelt down beside N. Uzi grabbed his coat, pulling him closer to her legs and farther from the spoiled, enormous creature that briefly busied herself by licking her lips. The pilot reached out likewise and grasped the emo’s hoodie, breathing jaggedly.
>“N! Craaap, a-are you okay?!” Uzi asked apprehensively. It took N a moment to respond as he winced in throbbing pain.
>“E-Eeugh…I-I’m, T-Tssh!- F-Fine Uzi, totally fine!” He replied faintly, his other arm subconsciously sliding down to clutch one of the two nubs he used to call proper legs. “I-I’ve handled wworse, h-ha!...O-Oooow.” Unable to handle seeing her so worried, he pushed through a very tiny smile. Uzi recognized the nature of this specific smile though, and remained anxious for his well-being.
>All the while, Alice loomed just a few feet ahead. She eyed the couple with malicious, brewing intent in conjunction to her olfactory sensors picking up that mouth-watering fragrance of fresh fuel. N’s injuries had spilt delectable oil that trailed from where his legs had parted ways from his body to his current position. Greedily, the beast bent her enormous figure low enough for her regular hand to slide a finger across a section of this oil. She then lolled her tongue out and slid the digit down its slimy surface. In an instant a great shiver rolled up her spine, the taste immaculately spreading itself all over. Alice fought the urge to bite her own finger clean off as her pants and huffs blew out aggressively, desperately. Deep within the depths of her stuffed mulcher began a rumbling that soon evolved into a distinctive, audible “GGRrrROoUUWRrrRL!!” She wanted more. She needed more. And more sat a few feet ahead. >Her mismatched legs moved on their own, slowly trudging forward with enough force to send the drone dough that defined her body into a firm wobble. The trudging adjusted to a full on sprint! Before long, Uzi looked up from N’s wounded state and found herself warmly greeted with a gigantic psycho going mach 10 in their exact direction, footsteps rattling any object in a 20 foot radius!
>“S-SWEET ROBO-JESUS!” She shouted, startling N out of a drifting sleep. “O-Oh no you DON’T!!”
>Flicking her wrist, Uzi raised her right hand and activated her solver, thinking quickly and precisely as it glowed purple. She issued two commands on both of Alice’s pumping legs and two towards her outstretched arms. Without delay, the laboratory goliath abruptly stopped in her tracks as her fattened varied limbs locked in place, girth surging slightly further out like jell-o before swiftly heaving back into its typical curvature. Alice snarled and growled viciously, and in response Uzi tightened her imposed restraints, raising Alice’s forearms above her head and behind her pipe antlers. The emo realized not the absurdity of the resulting pose; Alice’s grand rack hung without much elegance, its top half more exposed. Her boob-shelf belly completely dominated her front side, rocking irregularly from inside, feeble struggling and brushing the ground rather gently. On either side of the tanker resided fat, plush thighs, spread out farther than naturally to make space for the gurgling, churning obvious.
>Uzi let out an exasperated sigh, relieved to not be flattened. N, in his infinite wisdom, raised his head to peer at whatever caused such a strong reaction out of his emo.
>“W-Whaa? Wwait, what happened-...WOaH.” The pilot’s digital eyes widened like dinner plates at the…interesting sight.
>Alice struggled against the symbols binding her wrists and ankles. She wriggled and squirmed in an attempt to release herself from her restraints, but all that accomplished was causing her ample curves to wobble. Once she grew tired of struggling, though, she took a moment to realize how she was positioned. Her arms up behind her head, her thighs spread apart by her overstuffed gut. Instant déjà vu.
>“Heh, where’d ya learn this trick from? Yer momma~?” She teased, noticing how suggestive of a position Uzi had forced her into. N being the innocent little idiot he is, had no idea what she meant by this. Uzi on the other hand could immediately tell what Alice was implying, a slight blush spreading across her visor.
>“Wh- I- s-SHUT UP, weirdo!” Uzi flicked her wrist once more to adjust how she was holding Alice, hoping to get her into a less compromising position. Alice flipped forward, her legs bending back along with her arms, both of which meeting at the center of her back, wrists to ankles. She was suspended mid-air, but only barely. Uzi struggled with her sheer weight as a bead of sweat dripped down her visor, her hand shaking slightly as she held the fatass up.
>With the immediate threat “neutralized”, the emo caught her breath. She glared daggers at what demanded her constant attention while her processor tried playing quick catch up, daring not to mention how ineffective her alternative posing was. Frowning, she slowly began to recall seeing this drone before; A part of her claimed otherwise though, purely because of how overtly different this freak’s appearance presented itself. Some aspects disproved these doubts, in the form of that consistent orange colored expression and equally recognizable, grating accent. Against all typical forms of logic, this beast was the one and thankfully only Alice. The revelation annoyed Uzi more than it surprised her.
>“Huff…U-ugghhh.” Uzi groaned as her tone tightened up. “Of course you’re alive. W-Why wouldn’t you be alive? Not like your stupid face got caved in or anything.” Her company coughed pitifully, reminding Uzi of what Alice had done. “...God. Is it just my luck or can NOTHING just stay dead on this planet?!”
>While N silently agreed with the sentiment, Alice couldn’t help but giggle at such confrontation, regardless of her current alluring predicament. In a similar manner, her pampered paunch lightly burbled distinctly. Noncompliant as its host, it mirrored her ferocious behavior in a simpler, instinctive way, swaying erratically from side to side, forward and back.
>Uzi felt puzzled; how in the world had she amassed so much…MASS? Conveniently, she heard muffled, panicked squawking sound out from the boiler’s surface with each wobble and rippled bulge, topped off by a heaving “SllLOooUURsh” or “BluoOuRglp” every time. Some basic thinking gave her a plausible answer.
>“U-Uuuzzi,” murmured N, who slowly corrected his posture, “T-The sentinels, she-...She’s been!-”
>“I know, N, I know. Kinda put two and two together here, just focus on recovering, K?” The D.D sighed and collapsed while Uzi turned her attention back towards her issue. “...N-Now…I suggest you start talking before I decide to make things ugly. W-Why, no, how are you even here??”
>Alice offset Uzi’s question with an almost amused exhalation accompanied by a slight chest bounce. “Gosh, yer so nosy, didn’t yer momma teach you to mind your own business? Or was this the only thing she taught you~?” she probed, squirming against her restraints to emphasize what she meant by “this”. “Course, I doubt she spent enough time with you to ever teach ya much, Nori was never the caring type~.” Uzi scowled at the mention of her mother’s name, tightening her fist and grip on Alice, and ironically accentuating her voluptuous curves further still.
>“You keep my mom’s name out of your disgusting mouth.” She muttered through clenched teeth.
>The bloated beast sneered. “Else what, you gonna bite me~? Or do ya wanna try sending that little lap dog of yer’s after me~?”
>That was the last straw for Uzi, in an instant her other hand shot up and another symbol clamped around Alice’s neck. Eyes thinly hollowed, the emo slowly tightened her grip around Alice’s throat until it cut off her air flow. That snarky grin first shifted into mild discomfort, then visible horror, as she started choking. Any attempts at resistance only made Uzi tighten the solver sign further, and further, until Alice’s breaths resembled more ragged, jagged gurgles than actual inhalations. Her whole, expansive body heaved and jerked as desperate attempts for communication, perhaps to convey a superficial apology, but Uzi refused to acknowledge them.
>As the emo’s applied pressure bordered on full decapitation, N picked up on Alice’s despairing rasp. Curious, he raised his woozy head up off the cold ground and witnessed the dramatic scene firsthand. Immediately his upper body shot upwards with his instinctual worry, as his hand reached over and tugged at the bottom-lining scruff of her jacket.
>“U-Uzi, wwait! You’re g-gonna kill her!” He weakly shouted.
>“And? She tried eating you and she tried killing us! I’m ending this until it gets out of hand.” Her anger practically radiated off of her metal, and N could tell. He prevailed.
>“O-Ooohh…C-Come on, hon, let’s just think about this, please! There’s a peaceful a-approach to this, and I-I don’t want all our encounters to end up with someone dying!...Just give me a chance to at least try?” He pleaded, pulling harder on her clothing. Uzi tore her eyes away to look at N’s, his yellow, warm gaze. Cracks amassed in her resolve, and before long, she sighed and hung her head.
>“...Uuuuugggghhhhh…Fffffiiiiiiiinee. But you owe me one.” Her constricting appendage relented, lowering into a resting position. Alice began sucking in enough air to visibly make her gut expand before blowing the collected air out, subsequently gasping afterwards.
>“T-Thank you…H-Hon,” N added towards the end, grinning punily. Uzi rolled her eyes and avoided his gaze, blushing discreetly.
>“Hrrmph, b-bite me.” She spat out.
>After a few more moments of gasping and coughing, Alice spoke up about the pair’s decision. “Heh, so ya did send yer little lap dog at me, huh~?” Uzi was ready to bring her hand back up and rip this monster’s head clean off then and there, but she resisted, just for N’s sake.
>Lower limbs still throbbing with prolonged agony, the D.D rolled onto his back and seesawed forward, over his regenerating nubs just to land on his front with a flat little thud. He ignored the amused snort Alice let out and craned his head upwards, just to properly face her. Their eyes met electrically; N’s unease to her glutted arrogance. Lips quivering, he croaked out an opening. “...A-Alice, was it?...L-Look, I think we got off the wrong ffoot here…Twice.” Silence met the unintentional puns, or rather, a silence often interrupted by beefy gurgles. “We’re n-not here to stir up trouble, or uh, invade your space, if that’s what bothered you!” More silence. Her greedy glare spoke for itself. “Uuhm…But if that wasn’t what bothered you, then…Then I think you can do better! Something just…Tells me there’s a good person deep inside you, and you just don’t know it!”
>Unfazed in the face of his optimism, Alice brandished her oil stained teeth in an acute beam and licked her lips. “Course I do, the legs of one at least~.” She punctuated her remark with a long, deep churn born from the depths of her artificial digestive system; A churn that slowly raised in volatility and aggression before barreling out her slimy esophagus as a booming, threatening “BbWOOuUooooOUuuOouuuRRrP!~”, just to remind the poor D.D of where his lower half went as oil spittle splattered on his visor. Yet his resolve stayed firm.
>“I- Uh-...Nno, n-not like that! I-I think you can change! You don’t have to be a… big, murderous, dinosaur-eating psychopath… thingy!” He reasoned hopefully.
>“Oh really now? What’re you suggestin’ I be then, hm?” Alice retorted.
>“Uhm…I-I dunno, anything you wanted to be? Just not…This.” Intricate little wires numbered by the thousands fired sparks within N’s dome as he pondered ways to properly create a solution that benefited everyone. He sensed both sets of eyes, Uzi and Alice, judging him from above, like illuminating sirens waiting to proclaim any ideas he had as stupid. And maybe they would be. But with a sudden spark of brilliance, N for one thought otherwise. “...B-Besides, just what do you plan on doing now that all the sentinels a-are gone? There’s nothing left to eat down here, I don’t think…”
>Uzi squinted down towards N and whispered, “N…Whaaat the hell are you doing?”
>“D-Don’t worry, I got this!” He mumbled back, keeping his point of view locked on the inhibited lab drone while referring back to her. “I mean, d-do you really think trying to eat us is going to s-ssolve anything in the long t-term?”
>Alice pondered the disassembly drone’s words, realizing he had a point. With what was likely the last few sentinels melting away in her gut, she didn’t have much else down there to sustain herself. She wanted to argue with him, she wanted to come up with some snarky comeback but nothing came to mind.
>“Listen, I just feel like you deserve a chance to, I-I dunno, find a new purpose or something, without b-bad circumstances getting in the way of anything!...Hhhow about we bring you up to the surface! ON T-THE PROMISE that you, uh…Behave?” If there was one thing that could convince Alice of anything, it was food. Despite clearly being full, her lively black garbage bag stomach groaned forbiddingly at the proposition of being able to eat more, and a small amount of artificial saliva pooled at the corner of her mouth.
>Uzi, on the other hand, was questioning her decision to let N speak. She turned back to her D.D, the love of her life, with a confused, annoyed expression. “N, are you serious!? I would really appreciate it if you didn’t give the cannibal an excuse to gorge herself on everyone in the bunker…”
>The pilot swung his head back around to address Uzi while facing her, his visor reinforced with stress lines. “Uz, please, she’s just as much of a victim as we were. I-It just-...It doesn’t seem fair to not at least try and help her heal, after everything…M-Me, you and V get by just ffine anyways, and we’re not eating Workers daily, right? I’m sure she can do the same! If we just give her a chance…Please?”
>Uzi felt her shoulders slowly untense upon considering his reasoning. How badly she wanted to disregard the argument and just pop her head off right then and there. This psychotic drone had tortured her; tormented and terrified her friends, made attempts on their lives multiple times over, and just now nearly ate the same boyfriend that insisted on her behalf. But he had a point. An infuriating point, but a point. V and N had stalked and plagued her kind for years on end. She herself had torn classmates in two. Who didn’t have past oil spilt by their hands at this point? Out of the many lessons Uzi learned from N, change shined the brightest. And she couldn’t in good conscience ignore that light. That, and the puppy dog eyes N applied on full setting.
>“Hhhnnnm...One. Chance. Any weird, dumb funny business from her though and I’m ending it. Immediately. A-And will you stop giving me that face?!”
>The D.D beamed, his dramatically watery digital eyes replaced with a relaxed contentment that further thawed Uzi’s pseudo-frozen heart. “...Hehe, thank you ho-”
>“W-Whatever, whatever!! It’s whatever! G-Go back to talking, i-idiot!” Uzi interjected, unable to mask the soft blush present on either cheek. N cheerfully rolled his eyes and straightened his expression to re-address the tied beast. There was no malice, no ulterior motive behind it. A genuine, hopeful gaze.“...S-So then, uh, Alice? W-What do you think?” He said with one of those safety net smiles.
>Mute silence. Then, a bodily stir. “Hmm…I guess I’ll take yer offer, sounds better than starvin’ at least. I’ll make sure I’m on my beeeest behavior~.” Alice said, followed by a smug grin. The amount of sarcastic emphasis she put on how good she’d be really made N doubt she’d actually follow through, but he persisted anyway.
>“That’s… erm… great! Super great, I-I’m glad you’re interested!” N looked over to Uzi, gesturing toward Alice’s restraints. The emo rolled her eyes before shutting her hand, causing the symbols binding Alice’s limbs to instantly fizzle away. Now that there was nothing keeping her suspended in the air, she came crashing to the floor with a loud THUD, the impact’s crash continuously echoing all throughout the haunting halls like lingering whispers. Uzi let out a sigh of relief now that her wrist was free from carrying Alice’s immense weight, while that bloated monster groaned in pain from her less than gentle release.
>Relieved, N rolled over onto his back before using his arms to springboard his upper half into a sitting position. The sight of two newly auto constructed traversal extremities, or legs, pleased him immensely; He flexed his right foot, then his left, then both at the same time. All seemed to be in working order, thankfully. But now came the moment of truth. The pilot breathed in tightly.
>“O-Okay, on the count of three…One, twO-WoOAH!!” Before N could finish, Uzi briskly lifted him up to his feet using the Solver with her non-exhausted hand. He flailed his arms around for a short while, but otherwise maintained proper balance, as the emo crossed her arms, visibly agitated.
>“The things I do for you, sstupid-...Ugh!” She trailed off, now more irritated at herself with how shortly she could stay mad at him. As recompense for her dignity did the emo choose to swivel around and face the extensive, dreary hallway behind them whilst muttering under her breath. “This plan’s so dumb and risky and lame, why did I even…”
>Now upright, N half-staggered closer to Uzi and joyfully slid his arms over her shoulders, before gently pulling her in for a light hug. “...H-Hehe, because you lo?-”
>“NOOOonononono, we a-are not doing this now, you dork!” She shoved her hand into N’s face and gently pushed him away, scowling as profusely as she blushed. “Let’s just start making our way back to the bunker so I can disassociate the hell out of today. Sun’s probably not too far off rising anyways.” The pilot swiftly recomposed himself and smiled.
>“You got it! I definitely wasn’t wishing we did that like an hour earlier or anything, haha!”
>Uzi then turned her head back toward Alice, who had just gotten done stumbling to her feet. “Hey, fatty! You’re coming with us, don’t try anything or your head’s getting caved in a second time.”
> Alice rolled her eyes and started to step forward. “Alright, alright, whatever you- Wh, hey!” She was cut off by the sudden sensation of something around her wrists, another set of symbols was firmly binding them much like the last. “What was that for!?”
>“Just making sure you behave, now stop complaining.” Uzi stated brusquely.
>Alice growled alongside with her howling midsection, snarling at the worker, yet she gave no retort. She wasn’t particularly too interested in being murdered or starving to death, so she simply went along with what she was told, albeit rather begrudgingly.
>Uzi started walking back toward the entrance, with N happily following next to her. Alice trailed behind the two, her movement heavy and deliberate due to all the weight she carried. Each step she took prompted a soft, dull slosh from her packed gut, which had just finished melting the sentinel that was thrashing inside it. She would’ve toppled forward if it weren’t for her thick, hefty tail acting as a convenient counterbalance; Its silver grey color dully reflecting what little light populated the area. The appendage swayed from side to side in tandem with her generous hips throughout the entirety of her strut down the lab’s halls. All three of the drones had made themselves very familiar with the research facility’s layout already, so it didn’t take long for them to retrace their steps. Natural light flooded the room from the hole in the roof, which was a very welcome sight after dealing with repetitive dark hallways. Uzi stared up at what might as well be the entrance, or in this case exit to hell, wondering how she and N were going to bring Alice all the way up to the surface.
>N seemed to recognize the issue as well, hand scratching the back of his head as he turned to face Alice, then the opening, then Alice again. Truth be told the pilot hadn’t actually planned this far ahead, too wrapped up in managing his conflicting emotions to put further thought into the future. There must’ve been a look on his face that communicated such, as Uzi’s eyes realigned to shoot blunt daggers in his direction.
>“So then, Mr. Pacifist, how do you suppose we get her up there?” She said with a hint of sass, pointing upwards just to emphasize her argument.
>“Uh…Well we could…Uuhhm…” N trailed off, replying more to stall if anything. A deep seed of uncertainty began taking root once he understood the obvious issue of the situation. An issue Uzi invested little processing power in.
>“I figured. Oh well, guess we’ll just have to leave her stranded! Whaaaat a bummer. Sayonara, psycho!” Rather abruptly, she took out her flesh-constructed wings and prepped for take off. The sight of them reminded N of his own wings, and in doing so, an absurd idea popped into his head; However, the solution he came up with, rather than alleviate his stress, only brought forth further festering anxiety.
>“W-Wait,” he shouted, far louder than he intended, “I got it! We can just fly her out! Eh, eeeeeh?” N switched between looking at both Uzi and Alice with a dopey smile, one that quickly dissipated into a feeble curve as both women squinted at him. Uzi spoke up first while curling her wings back.
>“...Us, fly her out? Like, together? You want us to put our hands on her?” She emphasized with a point.
>“Y-Yeah! What’s so wrong about that?”
>“N, she literally bit your legs off and then bragged about it, she’s lucky to even be walking right now. Neither of us are going anywhere unless we wanna lose a limb.” Uzi argued.
>“T-That’s why we’d do it together! You keep her restrained while we hook onto her arms and beat upwards!” N countered.
>“L-Look at the freakin’ size of her! We can’t carry that!”
>The two lovebirds went back and forth for a full minute like an old couple, though their subject matter ironically paid little to no attention on account of just craving a good belly rub above all else. No matter how the emo framed her problems with this plan, N managed to weasel an understanding out of her, even with his flawed reasoning. She couldn’t say no to him. So eventually she relented, though not without grumbling complaints under her breath.
>They positioned themselves beside the living, overloaded cargo with Uzi taking her left and N on her right. The pilot latched on without hesitation nor protest, casually sliding his somewhat graceless hands under the beast’s obscenely warm armpit, his forearm squishing a bit into her bountiful chest. Uzi did the same, uttering criticisms along the lines of “ew”, “gross”, and “Eugh” all the while due to being defaulted to her sentinel arm. Alice remained oddly quiet during the process, despite her body doing the exact opposite; She did occasionally crack teasy, intentionally aggravating looks, more towards Uzi, who tried adamantly to ignore them.
>Once settled, they unfurled their wings and beat them with strength, immediately met with resistance. Trying to lift Alice was like hauling the world’s heaviest sandbag, yet the two prevailed, slowly levitating her gigantic legs up off the ground. Each synchronized flap made the beast’s voluptuous, padded curves wobble vertically, so weighted in fact that they frequently threw off Uzi and N’s trajectory. Progress was slow, practically grueling, but just steady enough to warrant further effort. Virtual drops ran down their visors, Alice included, not used to being so incredibly high in the air, as Uzi fought against the alluring idea to drop her.
>Nine agonizing minutes disguised as hours had gone by when the unlikely trio finally breached the open world, the wind coursing through their hair and body.
>The fresh air and nipping cold was a welcome feeling after spending so much time in those dark, musty labs. Now that they were over solid ground, Uzi was eager to finally let go of Alice. Maybe a little too eager. Without waiting for any instructions from N, she let go of the massive beast she had been clinging to for a whopping nine whole minutes of her life. Caught off guard, N tried in vain to still hold onto his decadent cargo, but her sheer weight proved too much for just him to handle. Like a balloon tied to a boulder, the both of them soon plummeted onto the cold, toxic snow beneath them, all while Uzi gently glided down, landing safely on her feet. Her partner, however, was not so lucky; No amount of experienced steering skills could save the pilot from what followed shortly after his descent.
>Alice landed back-first with a fearsome BWOOMPH that tossed big puffs of smoggy white clouds into the surrounding air and quaked the ground below them, with her tender, multi-padded ass absorbing the brunt of the resulting impact. Any leftover force settled on wobbling her packed, silky smooth sack of liquified metal through ripples, just as N crashed straight into the mass soon afterwards! In a snap of a finger, he felt every bit of his body involuntarily embrace around 450 pounds of unrestricted, rolling mound of gut girth, like ramming against a rounded waterbed, before catapulting away in a high arch, flailing through the air, and landing on a nearby pile of silicate snow; Uzi’s eyes glided from one side of her visor to the other as they followed his trajectory until termination.
>She went to go help him back up for what seemed like the third time tonight when a cacophony of daunting gurgles caught her attention. She looked back to see Alice clutching the disturbed mountain that was her midsection, evidently irritated. Gurgles evolved into a bubbling of sorts, and before long, Uzi watched a bulge the size of a small soccer ball zoom through Alice’s throat like a speeding train and transform into a winded, boisterous-
>“HRrrMph-BbWooOOOuUUuUUOOuuuRROoouURRP!!~”
>The emo did nothing but bueno as the beast subsequently panted like a parched dog, before resuming her approach towards N, who had pulled himself out in the short time that passed. While brushing white silicate flakes out his hair, he gave the poor man’s version of a stink eye, likely smelling more of a rose than anything putrid.
>“C-Couldn’t you have waited a teensy little bit longer before letting go?” He said roundly.
>Uzi shrugged. “You’re fine, aren’t you? We weren’t gonna be able to fly her any longer, so I took executive action.”
>“E-Executive action? I-Is that just a fancy way of saying you didn’t want to hold on any long-”
>“It’s a fancy way of me saying we need to get a MOVE on. The sun’s probably close, and I for one like not being burned alive. If we’re talking, we’re talking while moving, k?” Uzi stated matter-of-factly.
>N hung his head and nodded, expelling air. “Ppfffff…Right, right, got it!...Could you at least help her up though, please?”
>“Could I? Or will I?...Uuuugh. You’re lucky you’re so polite all the time.” Uzi groaned as she applied the Solver one last time to pull Alice up onto her mix-matched feet.
>“I-I think I’m more lucky how willing you are to help, honestly…Thank you.” N sighed happily.
>“Whuh, e-ew, I’m not-...J-Just start walking, N!” The emo sputtered out, a tiny blush shining on either of their visors. Their new guest only rolled her eyes and grumbled intelligibly.
>While trudging through the snow, N and Uzi began to talk. They discussed what they would do once they get Alice to the bunker, they needed a way to pacify her or discourage her from eating everyone or something. The two got so caught up in their conversation that they started lagging behind. At first, they were well ahead of Alice, then they were walking next to her, and yet, soon enough they were lagging behind while Alice still went at the same pace, paying no mind to the two lovebirds chatting.
>“-Dad could probably set up some holding place for her or something, but I really don’t think he’d be all that willing.”
>“Well, maybe she can stay around one of the spires! Should be plenty of food there to keep her, er, docile?”
>“Ehh, I’m not comfortable leaving her that far away from a watchful eye…I dunno, I just, really don’t want to be thinking right now. Feels like there’s smoke coming out of my head.”
>“That might just be the wind Uzi, haha!...Speaking of thinking, I was wondering, did you find anything about what we were looking for down there?”
>“Oh don’t even get me started. All I got was a headache trying to sift through-”
>Distracted, Uzi accidentally put her arm down and closed her hand, entirely removing Alice’s restraints. Seeing the opportunity, Alice bolted. With the same amount of energy she used to chase down N, she made her way right over to the bunker’s entrance. Luckily for her, the bunker had been wide open for the past month now that the disassembly drones were no longer a threat. The beast made her way inside and down the nearest hallway. A little cramped for someone of her generous circumference, but she still managed to stalk through the area much like the labs. It wasn’t long before she found her first worker, a man with orange eyes much like hers, and a tired “I hate my life” expression. She salivated at the sight of him.
>“Ma’am, can I help you?” His voice was monotone, he clearly didn’t care whatsoever about the fact there was a ten foot tall woman in front of him or that she was half dinosaur. Something about his tone and how calm he was in this situation was… alluring to Alice, almost mesmeric.
>She stared at him, tilting her head, eying him up and down for a few moments. “...Goodness, you’re quite the keeper, ain’t ya~?”
>Meanwhile, back outside the bunker, N and Uzi finally realized that they’d gotten so distracted speaking and now Alice was nowhere to be seen. Fearing the worst, both of them dashed straight over to the bunker, expecting to find a giant monster woman they needed to murder. Each of them came to a screeching halt when they found her. She wasn’t mutilating anyone, no one was halfway down her throat, she was… with someone? After looking for a little longer, they realized it wasn’t just someone, it was Uzi’s teacher! And Alice wasn’t dismembering him, no, she was… flirting!?...Maybe?? It was hard to tell.
>Uzi stood there, mortified with her eyes hollowed.
>N blinked. “...Well, it’s one way to keep her in check, at least!…”
>The emo’s eye twitched as she buried her face into her hands, exhaustedly over with the night. “I…Hate it here.”
>>248160 >>248163 My friend, I caught a glimpse of later parts of this and even only having read 1&2 so far I can say the quality of writing, just for its own is outstanding already, in character and detailed too, very very very interested in where this goes, such long greens with canon characters are what I love most, never seen such a long green that I read, and one with Alice? Noice
>>248160 Glad you took the effort to put this much effort in-with canon characters, no less. I'm also getting the "you can tell what kind of fetish the artist normally draws" effect from the writing, not that that's a good or bad thing.
>>247814 >It's do or die >You need to fix this, and you need to fix it now >You lean in and say "Look, it's not like that-" >She bangs her hand down and says "LIKE WHAT?!" >You put your hands up and say "Like I think you're some kinda monster!" >J shouts "GOD DAMN YOU!" >Now you're starting to panic "Look, I'm just saying, I like looking at you!" >Akita leans towards you aggressively and says "Oh yeah, you love to stare at the freak like everyone else-" >Now you cut her off "No, I like the way you look!" >She stops, her mouth slightly agape, and says "You- What?" >You hear a gust of wind from the driver's seat, and the door flies open >J grabs your collar, yanks you out of your seat, and tosses you onto the pavement >Her claws extend and she says "Alright Romeo, show's over. And just so you know, your commandant and The Empress are gonna hear about this." >Well, at least you're alive for now >For some reason, you find it impossible to take J seriously >You lean to your side, looking past J and see Akita peering out of the limo >You shout to her "I mean it! Really!" >J slams the door shut and crawls over the cabin into the driver's seat >The tires screech as the limo takes off for the airstrip >When the smoke clears, you have no better understanding of what happened then when you arrived >You pray that the commandant believes your report over J's
Evening. Some of the admins/mods have been taking a break. But now updates are coming up no later than the end of the month. As with the dronewiki, it will come eventually, slow but surely.
>keep being woken up in the middle of the night by sounds coming from my TV and vidya room >go there to find no one there but a monster movie playing on some streaming service There's Lizzus in my house, aren't there.
>>248026 Hello. This is the first post I have made in the entire thread. As someone born and raised in rural Alaska I have a vested personal interest in Russian servicemen dying. The way you retards lash out incomprehensibly at anything that goes against Twitter status quo and are incapable in thinking outside of partisan politics is going to age extremely interestingly come Season 2. Rest assured, you will not be missed.
>>248282 N O I am tired of being told to be normal, I was doomed since I was born 3 months early. And almost died twice because of it. I'LL BE CRINGE AND EDGY AND I WILL BE FREEEEEEEE
>>248285 No joke. I was born 6 months, two weeks (weighted one kilogram). Almost died twice (One from lack of oxygen and other was being fed the wrong type of food while on intensive care), body full of needles and was on an incubator for a few months, docs told my mother that I could probably grow up with down right bad conditions. But I'm fine, normal for the most part
>>248272 (me) I NEED HIM TO BLEEEEEED BRUTAL ACTS OF VIOLENCE AGAINST THE SPAMDRONE OIL SPILLING OUT OF HIM GUTS SPILLING OUT OF HIM OH GOSH IT’S EVERYWHERE FUCK
>>248305 HE WON’T GET ONE CAUSE NO ONE ELSE WILL GIVE HIM FOOD OR MONEY BUT ME okay this is horrible i take it back i’ll take care of him and be sweet to him only
>>248260 Ye Cuz it's the only thing that can [incapacitate] the zombie dogs she and her people have to deal with. Any other slashing weapon just makes more of them.
>>248226 >So now what? >You march back to the barracks, knowing the Commandant will want to hear every last detail >Spilling everything to the him doesn't feel half as scary as seeing J again >You make it back to the barracks and wait by his office >He's on the phone by the sound of it >You can hear him say "Is that so?" "Could you verify this, madam?" >And you can faintly hear shouting from the other end >When he puts the phone down, he says "Boy, get in here." >When you open the door, you see him glowering back at you, with added exasperation and exhaustion >He says "I have just received a phone call from Jezebel Jones herself saying you caused yourself a little incident tonight." >That must mean J >He gets up from his desk and says "You listen to me, son. It is late. I am tired. I have no desire to spend one more minute of this night investigating your little misadventures.However, this matter goes beyond me and you. Tomorrow morning at 0800 I will expect a full report of your contact with Akita Doorman. Spare no details, boy. You are dismissed." >This just keeps getting better and better >As you turn in for the night you have a brief chance to reflect >You're not afraid of telling your story to the Commandant, but a great and heavy shame blankets you >For that you'd give anything to go back to that limo and talk to Akita again >"Demon" >"Spawn of the Absolute Solver" >What were you thinking? >You made a girl cry, and you didn't even apologize to her >What you told her wasn't exactly honest anyway >When she stepped out of that spaceship, you did see her as a monster, and you were afraid of her >However, there was more to it than that >You were being honest when you blurted out that you liked the way she looked >If this were not the case, you would not have spent two weeks obsessing over her >Despite that obsession, you know next to nothing about her >You're probably not gonna know anything about her >It's only by odd happenstance that you met her at all, and your little meeting wasn't long enough to develop into anything further >She's going to a whole other planet in a whole other system, and if she ever comes back here for another of those dippy "diplomatic missions", some other platoon would be present for the greeting while you're digging a ditch somewhere >You would have been better off just never seeing her at all
>It was late again. SC-8993 stood in the doorway, shoulders slumped, one arm hanging stiffly by her side. >She almost collapsed from low batteries. She was soaked in a thick, dark oily fluid. Her visor was cracked, leaking jam like blood down her abdomen.
>Minty blinked. “Oh scrap—SC, that looks bad! Come in, sit—what happened?!” >SC-8993 hesitated. Her voice, when it came, was small.
>"Farm claw. I was clumsy." >She winced and lowered herself onto the repair chair, her servo fingers twitching nervously.
>Minty frowned and gently lifted the cracked plating. “Did you tell Unit Control?” >SC shook her head.
>Of course she didn’t, Minty thought. Nobody on the berry lines wants to report injuries. You get flagged as defective or slow, and next week your you'll be fed to the hounds. That’s how Agro-C worked. That's how it always worked.
>Minty sighed and opened her toolkit. “Alright. Hold still, I’ll patch you up. Again.”
>“I always see you alone,” Minty said, trying to distract her. “No crew?”
>SC-8993 didn’t answer. Her eyes were fixed on the shelves — staring at an old cracked strawberry jam jar Minty used to keep bolts in.
>"You like that flavor or somethin'?" Minty joked.
>SC smiled faintly. “They called me Strawberry girl once. Before..."
>She blinked, slowly. “I hate it. It's sweet. Sticky. Clings to everything.”
>Minty paused, a little unnerved by the reply. She decided not to dig.
>“I’ll finish tightening this plate, and then you’re good to—hey—wait…”
>Her brow furrowed. She leaned closer to the wound’s inner edges. >“SC… this cut... Farm claw damage isn’t this precise. And these… these aren’t tears. Those are knife marks.”
>She turned to her. “Did someone do this to you?”
>SC-8993’s optics flicked up. Her force smile stayed.
>“I told you. It was an accident.”
>Minty stepped back slowly. “...You did this to yourself. Why? Why lying?”
>SC didn’t move. The smile slowly faded. Her tone shifted—soft, matter-of-fact, almost embarrassed.
>“It’s just to feel something. I didn't lie I'm the accident.”
>Minty said nothing. >The silence stretched. >"We talk tomorrow,, recharge and sleep."
>>248315 >SC-8993 didn’t look up. Her optics flickered faintly. >“I wasn’t trying to die,” she muttered. >“Could’ve fooled me.” >Minty leaned against the counter. She stared at the old strawberry jar. >“You used a knife. That’s not some accident. That’s not being clumsy.” >SC was quiet for a long time.
>Finally, she spoke.
>“It’s not about enjoying pain, I'm not a masochist” she said. “I don’t feel anything anyway. It's just... i feel hollow.”
>Minty didn’t know what to say to that. She rubbed the back of her neck, unsure whether to scream or unplug her empathy chip for the night.
>“This isn’t normal,” she said. “I'm not an expert on fixing drones, i can't keep doing favors for you.” >SC’s force smile came back, broken and fake for comfort. >“Then It’s just a maintenance error,” she said. “Don’t worry. I don’t expect a reboot.” >Minty stepped forward — not close, but close enough that the usual wall between customer and clerk cracked just a little.
>“You hurt yourself again, you don’t come back here. Not like that. Not bleeding on my chair pretending it's just routine.” >"You’re gonna scare my customers away. Including you."
>“Would you stop me?” >Minty paused. Then looked her straight in the eyes. >“I’ll try.”
>>248320 Why soooooo serious ehe he he he hehehehehe ehe he he he hehehehehe ehe he he he hehehehehe Baum-bu-bu-ps-ps-ps -ehe he he he hehehehehe Why soooo serious
>>247642 >invalid immediately sent on a suicidal posting >recognizing Worker Drones are fodder to humans in this setting Good OCs. >>248320 >Wehrmacht blue Good. Red Orchestra 2 | Winterwald Piano Extended >>248321 >neon green She's probably a drafted cyberpunk, please understand.
>>248182 I read it all now, it is definitely high effort, how long did that take you to finish? Imo very nicely paced and in character for Uzi and N, tbh I am no vorefag so that version of Alice wasn't very for me in this tho Uzi restraining and chocking her was still hot, but esch his own, appreciate the high effort
This one is no good resolution but Nori in 7 also has a few peak shots. Imagine which Alice pics we could have gotten had they done 6 in such a quality, no darkness obstructing everything. Maybe even a brighter scene for once so we can see the tattered gown and Alice's semibare midriff...
>>248331 >Alice with a little bit of a pudgy paunch around her belly cuz she's an older drone >lovingly grabbing a handful through the hole in her tattered gown anytime she's feeling down about "not bein' as purdy as them younger gals"
DD tail fucking into a WD with a rip in their stomach getting nanitecum all over their wires, holding down the WD, then afterwards the DD licks up all of the nanitecum, putting them back together for more play later
I heard that the solver war barely effected China-9, something about the mandate of heaven, something about some holy dragon emperor and cultivation? Whatever it is made the drones there like demigods or something
>>248348 I guess they found it again? At least the drones did, place became a theocratic dronetatorship after the "Divine Dragon Queen" killed every other political party.
>>248369 silly Joblin, your mouth and saliva don't have the same bacterial environment or chemicals that cause coffee breath in humans. if anything, you've got the breath of a fresh-brewed coffee pot.
>Cyn catches feelings for you >Unfortunately for her and you you're not a drone fucker and are dating Tessa >You let Cyn down gently >She said that's okay >She can just become Tessa >Then she can have you >All to herself
So do you think drones are repaired, or do they just naturally heal to an extent? All I have on that end is drones having a hospital and Uzi just being bandaged in the pilot, but that's the pilot. I don't think repairs are ever mentioned, nor is healing.
>>248412 Worker drone oil is a liquid medium for repair nanites that repair micro damages to internal components that build up from general use Anything major like a broken visor or a shattered chassis requires replacement parts A drone with frequently replaced oil will not show signs of corrosion or wear and tear on their internals
>>248412 >repaired or just naturally heal I believe there is some natural healing for extremely minor things but that has no proof at all, except that it could be possible if they can get the core to do it but realistically that's far too risky to develop. It's just based on Thad being stabbed in the pilot and being well soon after and me not being able to see bunkertards opening one another up and fixing things but tbh we know that's what has to happen. >don't think repairs are ever mentioned Not verbally but we get to see Alice fix her finger onscreen, of course she has way more experience with these things than probably anyone else on Copper-9 (and being a ZD could possibly have some impact but that's pure speculation, take for example not shutting down at a cracked visor which we saw Alice and Cyn with but the butler stabbed by James got FATAL ERROR'd from the same or similiar damage. A lost finger definitely irrelevant enough to not cause fatal error in anybody but who knows), but Alice's hardware and that of every other Workerdrone are near identical so we know drones were either designed with repair in mind or it was a lucky remnant from their massproduction and easy assembly (a single built in screw being tightened is enough to physically hold the joint, seal it[oil] and restore sense of touch (assuming these 'fingerprint' areas have touch at least, likely the entire surface of a drone to varying degrees) and movement). So imo, going just with what we see and seems most logical, drones only get repairs which are conveniently easy due to their design if we look past stupid death causes (like a stabbed screen or broken neck, which doesn't hinder a drone from functioning but still gives them fatal error). I am not Liam tho so maybe that area was conveniently left unexplained (at least explicitly). The bandage was probably larp but tbh I'd prefer if there was at least minor regeneration capacity like for scratches or so
>>247551 >In case any of you wondered about the discrepancies between Tessa’s and Cynwalker’s “assets”
>>247539 More fruit jokes. For anyone who doesn’t know, the fandom outside of 4chan memes about Cyn being obsessed with mangos (I have no idea where it came from and why they find it so funny.) But iit fit the fruit theme, so enjoy.
>>248412 personally i believe that worker drones have a tiny pocket of nanites within them that are capable of repairing minor damage like cuts and holes in their chassis or scratches in their visor. almost like a robotic version of what weve got going on
>wake up >feel an unusual tickling on your skin and a strange slurping sound >open your eyes >a worker drone is kneeling at your bedside, your arm draped over her shoulders with her head buried in your armpit >her wide drone tongue laps up and down your human skin >her optics flicker to you, widening, before returning back to your armpit, her tongue lapping quicker for the scant few seconds she has before she gets punished
>>248415 >>248419 >>248420 According to some concept art, before Liam decided on microsingularity-powered CPUs, the cause of the zombie drone phenomenon and the potential linkage to Vore Satan that came with it was that the drones' "oil' was actually the Old Blood or some shit along those lines.