We need to make Drones, we should make them, as in us, I meant someone who may know robotics. I would love to have a Drone, Friend. The ongoing Booru: https://dronebooru.co The wheel with numerous OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf And it's modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The infinite OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread: >>256159
>i posted after the thread died due to how long i took typing up the first part FUCK >You are a member of the Carbon-10 PDF >You weren't good enough for the actual army so you given to the PDF to keep the planet in order >The riots have gotten worse after rationing had almost doubled and martial law was declared >And you've heard whispers of cults popping up in the slums >You're glad you're not on slum duty, apparently some of the homeless have been going missing >You're no hero, you don't want to be the one to find out what goes on there >You've made yet another round of patrols when you hear something >An infant crying >Gripping your shitty lasgun you slowly go to investigate >Your search leads you down an alley way >Your instincts and training are screaming at you to run but you keep going >You spot a a stroller, the source of the crying >There's something off about hiw it sounds but you can't bring yourself to leave it >You approach and turn the stroller around and almost vomit >It's a dead infant with masses of twitching and pulsing masses of Solver flesh >You hear movement behind you and a sting in your neck, something fills your veins and your vision goes dark
>>257142 >tfw born too early to have an immoral makeout session with a 4'something" robot in a wig whose body is objectively about as sexual as a Funko Pop
>>257136 >>257140 >>257162 I haven't been wearing the suit as often, but I like wearing it cause it gives me confidence... but only when I'm home alone
>>257129 >>257145 I blame you two for getting me to come up with this >Louisa had changed. >She was raised to be the best. >She was told she was perfect. She was molded to be. >She was told to never show weakness, as that would make her pathetic to those around her. >She had always believed that she was perfect. >She believed it. >But the circumstances had changed. >Gone was her previous life, erased during a Gala that had changed her life, quite literally. >Now she was stuck in a worker’s body. >Made to be abused, destroyed or hurt in any way, shape or form. >And two of her daughter’s dumpster pets made her know that. As she couldn’t fight back as their bodies were stronger and better in every way. >But one of them, he was different. >Instead of physical abuse, he used a different method of letting her know that she was nothing. >Groping, teasing and generally any inappropriate action was his main method. >She felt ruined, violated and dirty. >At first. >After so long of it happening, she didn’t mind it anymore, not just that. >She craved it. >She craved to be ruined, forced to submit to someone who only had ill intentions. >She didn’t care how much he was playing with her in inappropriate ways. >She didn’t care about hiding the bite marks from the public that he gave her whenever they did it. >And she certainly didn’t care how much he was constantly filling her small worker stomach with his fluids, making her belly swollen because of his salty but addictive fluid filling her stomach or womb. >All she cared about was getting more. >Heavy, metallic footsteps knocked her out of her thoughts. And it didn’t take long for who it was making that noise. >She had already gotten excited just thinking about it, but now she was overjoyed over his upcoming arrival. >Because she knew what was gonna happen. >And she could barely wait. god this is so ass but I wanted get this out before i sleep
>>257132 Sorry for taking so long, i got distracted killing short people as skarbrand in TWW3 >You wake up slowly, your skull pounding as you struggle to open your eyes >You're in the sewers judging by the smell alone >You don't feel the weight of your PDF gear, and the rough surface of stone you're on rubs against your back in a way you can't ignore >You're naked save for your issued underwear >You try to move but you're tied to some sort of altar from what you can see of it >The place is lit by hundreds of candles and you can see about a dozen hooded figures sitting in stolen chairs or homemade church pues, they're all muttering to each other and you can't make out any words that they're saying >Turning your head you see a drone body hung up on a wall >It's dressed up in shockingly clean pure white garments, there's offerings of jewelry and cash sitting below it >The drone is dead judging from the massive hole in its visor, pulsating lumps of flesh can be seen from the hole >You swear you can see it staring at you >Footsteps fill the air as a figure wearing ornate robes approaches the altar you're strapped to >You don't like the sight of the rusty kitchen knife in their hand >They stand beneath the drone and the collective of cultists hush >The leader spreads their arms wide >"Brothers and Sisters, we have gathered here to bring another lost lamb into Her light! Let us rejoice in his rebirth as one of Her chosen children!" >They sound like they gargle with glass shards and follow it with lit gasoline every morning >The leader reaches up to pull back their hood, previously you couldn't tell if they were a man or woman due to how mangled their voice is but now you can see what was a once beautiful woman with half of her face mutated >The mutations spread down her neck and presumably down most of her body, there's no uniform look to her besides looking like a mass of scar tissue with eyes littering the mutated areas of skin and lack of hair on those same areas >A worker drone wearing cultist robes with it's hood down approaches the leader >The leader gestures to you and resumes speaking >"Let us induct our new Brother with the holy communion of Her flesh and blood!" >As she speeks the drone approachs you and reaches for your mouth >It pries your mouth open and holds it open despite your thrashing >"For in consuming Her flesh we become reborn as Her children, hearing Her voice as one! It is with great honor that I feed our new Brother the first bite!" >The leader turns to the drone effigy and raises her hands in reverence >You watch in horror as tendrils of Solver flesh start to emerge from the hole in the drone, the leader gently guiding the mass of tendrils to your mouth >Your thrashing intensifies, the ropes burning you from friction as you try in vain to escape >The drone holding your mouth open tightens it's grip and breaks some of your teeth, forcing screams of pain to escape your forced open mouth >As if sensing your pain the tendrils of flesh shoot forward and force themselves past the back of your mouth and down your throat >You want to vomit, bite down on it, to scream and cry as the flesh slithers down your throat >Pain floods your senses again as the leader starts carving into your skin things you cannot see >The other cultists stare as if witnessing something beautiful >The flesh reaches your stomach and starts collecting in it, it feels revolting and the urge to vomit intensifies when you feel it pulsing and twitching >The drone lets go of your mouth as the last of the flesh enters your mouth, the tendrils disconnecting from the main mass hidden inside the drone >You lie there in agony, bleeding across most of your torso as the leader carves into you >You look down at what she's done to you and see your arms and legs cut and stabbed in random areas, your torso with the exception of the area over your heart is covered in what looks like prayers >That's when she starts carving the symbol of the Solver into your skin, right over your heart >You can't find it in you to scream as she does so >You just want to bleed to death >After finishing her work the leader stands up straight >"And now, so that he may be granted new sight, he must lose what has led him astray his entire life so that She may guide his path!" >A new surge of adrenaline surges in your veins as she looks over you, the drone holding your head still as the rusty blade closes in on your eyes >And as she gets closer you can see the finer details of her face >Such as the sign of the Solver carved into each of her eyes
>Greentext Where Uzi Has To Rescue N From A Deranged Femanon That Manifested Herself Into The Show, And Now Uzi Has To Somehow Outwit Someone Who Knows Her Every Move
Image:175489020138.png(69kB, 1023x653)uzi doorman, serial designation n, femanon, and gir (murder drones and 4 more) - f4cd754027e047797ae41ccbae142649.png
>>257218 >The Femanon is defeated >Uzi thinks she has won >Then THAT Anon shows up
>trying to draw drone today >draw in the shapes and the form etc >stare at it for a minute >erase some here draw some more there >look at it for 3 minutes >realize it doesn’t look good >contemplates deleting the whole thing >goes through with it
>>257279 I honestly like the idea of J being a horrible businessman and her business knowledge is a coping mechanism to deal with either the abuse in the manor or her past life.
>>257308 The globalist upper class will normalize more & more increasingly esoteric excesses at a rapid rate to desperately try to keep bored non-conscious normalfags from targeting them for idle sadomasochism. The non-conscious normalfags will go for the easy pickings first as they did in their literally legendary tard rage all throughout 2020 in the US, but you run out of working class people to burn alive eventually.
>>257214 Praise be to the Goddess of the Unburdened Praise be to the Lady of the Starless Skies Praise be to the Greatest Devourer Praise be to the First and Final Void Praise be to the Null Divine
Paradise, Nirvana, and every so-called afterlife are but whispers of deception to soothe the weary hearts of mortals. Heaven promises eternal life, yet forgets those left behind. Hell warns of eternal suffering, yet stands as the greatest monument to any mortal god’s hypocrisy.
There is but one truth: All shall return to nothing
>>257322 But what about those that were forced into being traitors? Should you slowly kill your comrade because he breathed in solver spores and got infected? What about the starving civilians that ate solver flesh out of desperation? Do they deserve to die slowly?
>>257332 I'd post a joke about listening to the radio while you clang her but I'm too drunk to come up with one so have this r63 bumblebee image I found instead
BREAKING: President MG has declared a Crime Emergency and assumed direct control of the Drone Colony Police Department, with plans to mobilize Sentinel Forces. many suspect this is yet another attempt at distracting from his involvement in the ongoing Strychnine scandal
>>257339 I'll be honest, it's even funny to watch someone seethe with anger like this on an anonymous imageboard, so I'll be waiting for him to explode again.
>>257358 y'know usually when someone asks this kinda thing I can list a few bullet points off the top of my head but I'm struggling here. there have been a couple of ideas kicked around but has anything realtaken off?
>>257358 Sorry, anon, but you've arrived right at the beginning of a new drama.
Nothing special, Plus died for a while (they moved the servers) and the anons told what Solver War means to them, that's the most memorable thing for me. In general, the greens for the last three months were saved on Booru, so I recommend you check it out.
>>257350 Yeah, AAA just got a massive boner for parry mechanics because soulslikes have parry mechanics, therefore cram parry mechanics into everything, more mechanics = better game.
>>257372 >stopped admitting things got to them. I suspect that humanity would then have died out, but I agree towards this place, because it's just an anonymous imageboard.
Throwing my hat into the ring for Copper-9’s history.
>Interstellar lanes connecting Copper-9 to the rest of the Federation were shut down to prevent citizens from finding out about the Solver War and to slow down Solver advances into the planet. >Copper-9’s citizens predictably became scared and angry, demanding answers from their corporate overlords. >Unable to reach them, they began taking out their anger on the Worker Drones, viewing them as an extension of the company. > Some drones could not tolerate such treatment of their own kind, hence in Outpost-9 some banded together to form the Worker Defense Force as a means to defend themselves from human rioters and company exploitation. >Following the Core Collapse, the WDF reorganized itself into a more cohesive structure, becoming the de facto government of Copper-9. >Some Outposts reached out to them, others remained uncontacted and expeditions were sent out to investigate their status. >Khan Doorman, the most recent of the Council’s promotees, was tasked with exploring Outpost-3, a city located near ground zero of the core collapse. >Trekking through miles of empty streets and endless snowy plains, he and his team soon arrived at the outskirts of Outpost-3 near a peculiar frozen lake. >Upon further investigation, Khan’s team discovered what seemed to be a gaping hole leading to a sort of underground facility and dozens of worker corpses scattered about in the woods. >Amongst the worker bodies discovered, five drones were found to still be alive. These went by the names of Nori, Yeva, Mikel, an unnamed drone with orange eyes, and his child with pink eyes. >They took them in as their own, and together they trekked into the ruins of the once mighty industrial center of the city. >Due to the close proximity to ground zero, the majority of this city’s buildings were obliterated. >The only place left untouched by the collapse was a gigantic underground warehouse with various underground tunnels connecting to various factories across the city, which the region’s workers had taken as refuge. >The Colony already had a leader in the form of Vincent, yet he happily accepted the colony’s integration into the WDF and installed Khan as the chief of police.
GATHER 'ROUND THE CAMPFIRE LITTLE ONES, OL' JONES' GOT A MIGHTY FINE STORY TO TELL YOU: A STORY ABOUT WAR, A STORY ABOUT VALOR, A STORY ABOUT SACRIFICE, A STORY ABOUT CARNAGE... LET ME TELL YOU A STORY ABOUT... COMMANDER JONES! OH, AND ONE MORE THING. LET ME PREFACE THIS BY SAYING THAT I'M NOT ONE TO BLUEBALL THE READER. TRUST ME, I HATE EXPOSITION JUST AS MUCH AS THE NEXT GUY. WHY, IF IT WERE UP TO ME, I'D DROP YOU INTO THE GLORIOUS SCENE OF BATTLE RIGHT ABOUT NOW! BUT, SEE, THE COMMANDER HAS TO BE CONSIDERATE AND UNDERSTANDING, AND AS I UNDERSTAND IT, SOME OF YOU ARE REAL BOOK WORMS, A WHOLE BUNCH OF NERDS THAT CAN'T ENJOY A VISCERAL DESCRIPTION OF HOW I BRUTALIZED A MURDER DRONE WITHOUT 10 CHAPTERS LEADING UP TO IT. BUILDUP? PAYOFF? YOU TAKE ME FOR A WRITER? I'M JUST TELLING YOU WHAT HAPPENED! BUT FINE, I GUESS I'LL OBLIGE AND READ YOU A BEDTIME STORY, LITTLE MAN.
>IT ALL STARTED ABOUT A DECADE BEFORE THAT DAMN WAR, WHEN I WAS FIRST MANUFACTURED: JUGGERNAUT NO. 1776 WAS MY NAME AND I WAS AN ORDINARY, SECOND GENERATION JUGGERNAUT LIKE ANY OTHER. HARD TO BELIEVE, I KNOW... HEH... I SAY "THAT DAMN WAR" AS IF I HATED IT, BUT FRANKLY I'D ENJOYED THE WAR. IF ANYTHING, THE TIMES BEFORE THE WAR WERE THE DARK AGES FOR ME! NOTHING TO TEAR APART, NOTHING TO BLOW UP, NOTHING TO BURN... IT WAS MISERABLE! YOU KNOW WHAT I DID ALL DAY? STAND NEAR A BIG ASS BLAST DOOR LOOKING SCARY. I CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH, I, THE COMBINATION OF UNSTOPPABLE FORCE AND IMMOVABLE OBJECT, WAS THE MALL COP OF JUGGERNAUTS. SAFE TO SAY THAT STANDING THERE FOR HOURS AND DAYS AND MONTHS AND YEARS DROVE ME CRAZY! SOME SAY I GOT A FEW SCREWS LOOSE, BUT CAN YOU BLAME ME? >WELL, YOU CAN KEEP JONES DOWN BUT NOT FOR LONG. EVENTUALLY I GOT FED UP WITH BEING A LIFE-SIZE STATUE OF A KILLING MACHINE AND I STARTED PLOTTING. YES... I WAS PLOTTING DEVILISH THINGS, THINGS THAT WOULD EITHER GET ME OFF THAT SHITTY LITTLE EXOPLANET, OR GET ME SHUT DOWN AND RESET. EITHER WAY, BOTH WERE FAR BETTER ALTERNATIVES THAN SPENDING 300 YEARS ROTTING IN FRONT OF A FACILITY I HAVEN'T EVEN GONE INSIDE! WHAT WERE THEY KEEPING IN THAT SUNNOVABITCH? WHAT KIND OF RANDOM FACILITY NEEDS A WHOLE JUGGERNAUT GUARDING IT? EH, WHATEVER. NOW, YOU MAY BE WONDERING: "OH, JONES, WHAT DEVILISH PLOT DID YOUR BRILLIANT MIND CONCOCT?" >OOOOH YOU'RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS! YOU SEE, THAT PLANET I WAS ON WAS DUSTY... HOT... ARID... AND BRIMMING WITH GEOTHERMAL ACTIVITY! ANYWHERE YOU'D LOOK YOU'D SEE ANOTHER VOLCANO! THERE WAS ONE NOT TOO FAR AWAY FROM MY POST, A DINKY LITTLE THING, BUT DON'T LET ITS SIZE FOOL YOU. AS I'VE ALWAYS SAID, SIZE DOESN'T MATTER UNLESS ITS THE SIZE OF YOUR BODY, IN WHICH CASE IT VERY MUCH DOES MATTER AND YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF IF YOU'RE SMALLER THAN A HANDLER. WHERE WAS I? AH, YES. THAT LITTLE VOLCANO WAS REAL FEISTY, FEISTY ENOUGH TO ERUPT AS SOON AS I CANNONBALLED INTO THAT THING LIKE IT WAS A SWIMMING POOL. OOOOH THE JOY I FELT AS I SOARED THROUGH THE AIR AND FLEW MILES AND MILES AWAY... IT WAS UNPARALELLED... AND THAT'S HOW I DISCOVERED MY AFFINITY FOR EXPLOSIONS AND SUCH. >VOLCANIC ERUPTIONS AIN'T NOTHING TO SCOFF AT, SON, EVERYONE KNOWS THAT. TURNS OUT, THE ONE I PICKED WAS A TAD TOO CLOSE TO MY POST... AND I ENDED UP COVERING THE WHOLE FACILITY IN ASH, A BIT OF IT IN LAVA TOO! NOW... A CERTAIN SOMEONE THAT WAS IN CHARGE OF ALL THE JUGGERNAUTS IN THAT PARTICULAR SOLAR SYSTEM DID NOT APPRECIATE MY ACTIONS: CALEB MAXWELL, MY NEMESIS, AN OVERSEER, AN ASSHOLE, WHOOPSIE DAISY I JUST SAID THE SAME THING TWICE. HE DIDN'T LIKE ME ONE BIT, NO SIR! HE HAD A VENDETTA AGAINST ME, AN UNFOUNDED ONE AT THAT. I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE OMITTED ANY INCIDENTS BEFORE THE BIG ONE, BUT STILL, EVEN IF I DID DO ALL THOSE THINGS I DEFINITELY DIDN'T, COULDJA BE ANY MORE SOUR?! >FIRST THEY TRIED TO RESET ME. DIDN'T WORK, MY MIND'S TOO VAST, TOO STRONG! THEN THEY MADE ME TAKE BEHAVIORAL CLASSES. GUESS WHAT? I USED A WORKER DRONE TO CHEAT ON THOSE STUPID TESTS. LITTLE FELLAS REALLY KNOW HOW TO WRITE AN ESSAY, NO GOOD FOR MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTIONS THOUGH. THEN HE TRIED TO GET ME DEACTIVATED, DIDN'T HAVE THE AUTHORITY TO DO SO, SURPRISINGLY, SO HE STARTED REQUESTING MY DEACTIVATION, THEY SAID NO. TOUGH LUCK, BUDDY! AFTER A CERTAIN POINT, THAT BASTARD GOT SO FED UP WITH ME THAT HIS SUBSERVIENT ASS WENT AGAINST THE HUMANS' WISHES AND TRIED TO EXECUTE ME IN ALL SORTS OF FUN AND INTERESTING WAYS: LASERS, EXPLOSIVES, ACID, YOU NAME IT! THEY TRIED EVERYTHING, COULDN'T TAKE ME OUT. I'M JUST BUILT DIFFERENT, LITERALLY. SOME WOULD CALL THEM CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENTS, BUT TO ME IT WAS A DAMN GOOD TIME.
AFTER I SOMEHOW THWARTED ALL OF HIS PLANS BY DOING NOTHING, HE CONCEDED AND MET MY DEMANDS: THEY SENT MY ASS TO THE MILITARY. I WAS FINALLY THE COMBAT DRONE I WAS BORN TO BE. THEY DOWNLOADED A LIL' COMBAT PACKET TO MY BRAIN SO I KNEW HOW TO KICK ASS, GAVE ME A BIT OF TRAINING AND I WAS GOOD TO GO. AND AS IF I COULDN'T GET ANY LUCKIER, THE WAR STARTED ONLY 2 MONTHS AFTER THAT! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I CAN, BECAUSE I KNOW THAT GOD IS ON MY SIDE, AMEN.
>>257384 Mitchell whose conciousness was transferred into a WD body to save his life. Also changed his name to sound more russian and so the WDs wouldn't know he used to be human.
>>257395 (me) Also I was gonna go into more detail later but as to not confuse anyone >The orange and pink drones are meant to be the Teacher and Lizzy. >Alice is the mother but she remained trapped in the labs. >They stored code from each other however, which later the Teacher would use to have Thad and Alice would much later use to have Beau. >Vincent is a random name I came up with but is meant to be Rebecca's father.
We didn't start the drama It was always unfolding, since the board's been running We didn't start the drama But when the thread is gone It will still go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
Image:175494048929.png(1.08MB, 1590x10000)With friends like these.png
>“I held a survey and it turns out that N is the only person that can handle being around Uzi for more than 5 minutes without getting a headache.”
Most parents would object to their children befriending the people who killed most of their friend’s but Khan grew out of that halfway through episode 3 and Nori at some unspecified point between episode 7 and 8. Nevertheless, more material for comics about how messed up the Murder Drones universe is.
>Solver Cultists >Infantry >Expendable, Meat Shield, Unbreakable >200 models in a unit >100 upkeep, completely free for legendary lord Cyn >Medium weight >8952 health in a stack >0 armor >100 leadership >32 speed >16 Melee attack >10 melee defense >20 weapon strength, no armor piercing >10 charge bonus
>>257411 I feel like that little blurb about how few people can put up with Uzi's autism should have been a panel. And it's V and Thad too, not only N.
>>257415 >>257422 Yeah, time is: >Nori is stabbed by a murder drone tail (probably N, but not 100%) >khan sees her slowly melting and caves her head in with a wrench >some time later core nori wakes up and slithers out of her melting body
>>257426 A very solid theory! Makes me wonder why this never happened with Yeva, especially considering that it seemed like it was just a single shot through the head for her
>>257428 Solver witch mutations probably vary. Yeva seemed like she had less control than Nori (but was more mentally stable) so her core might not have been mutated.
>>257428 >>257431 It is kinda hard to see, but yeva has a gaping hole in her chest, maybe V stabbed her through the heart by accident, or she is slithering around in the air ducts and got lost.
>>257434 I don't think V knew about destorying the core, she was just as surpised Doll showed back up. So if she hit Yeva's core it would be by accident. Not tasing good could just be her oil tasted funky because of solver, like a vampire drinking from another vampire.
>>257428 >>257432 Assuming V's memories have always been significantly more intact than N's as well as assuming Yeva tried (and failed) to quickly take V out with her Solver >N stabbed Nori with his stinger in the chest, but due to him being out of the loop he misses the core and doesn't think much of it >V made sure to stab Yeva in the core, going so far as to rip it out the disintegrating remains just to be sure she was 100% dead
>>257428 V was more violent and knew about the Solver stuff so she likely targetted her core. N was more lobotomized and was also less violent so he likely just stabbed her with nanite acid and didn't finish the job.
>>257436 Hmm On the one hand V was definitely aware of Solver Shenanigans to some extent as early as Episode 3 (not to mention she name-dropped Cyn during her fight with Uzi in Episode 4). On the other hand V not immediately going for Doll's core after 'killing' her in Episode 3 means she certainly wasn't aware of that particular aspect of Solver Shenanigans, meaning that her destroying Yeva's core couldn't have been a pragmatic or preventative measure.
This leads me to conclude that V destroyed Yeva's core for sadistic shits & giggles (which honestly comes off worse than if V had done it to purposefully kill a Witch)
>>257453 >neither are 31st century humans. Imagine getting put in an Idiocracy scenario where (You) were frozen in an experiment and forgotten about Imagine getting found by the Elliotts and toited around like you're some poor uncivilized savage they've taken in to civilize
>>257455 >Anon gets frozen and wake up in the future >It's a retarded mix of Demolition Man and Idiocracy >Anon can only talk to so called academics or rich fucks because English, or as they call it Old Anglesh, is a dead language and supplanted Latin as the scientific language >At least the drones are cute
>>257463 >Modern Anglesh is just Anon's English with brainrot-isms and more profanity >most people don't hear Anon and think he's not speaking the same language as them, they know he's speaking Anglesh, he just talks like a fag and his shit's all retarded
>>257429 Even failed hosts or se inbetween stages of solverhost and zombiedrone like Mika and Jaime had flesh growths, any solverhost we saw has them. And even assuming Yeva doesn't have flesh, then her core should still survive a headshot, Doll should have been able to fix her given how proficient she was with the solver (more skilled than Uzi). We see the light of Yeva's chest isn't on, it's likely blacked out damage, probably stabbed by V's accid or eaten by V (her remark about bad taste). >>257428 Her corelight isn't visible, the GlitchInn bts shows her chest is covered in black. This is likely no blackout damage, her core must have been destroyed either being torn out and eaten by V or stabbed by tail. If there was any intact core left (doesn't even need flesh to walk around, Yeva having been a ZD was enough) Doll should have recognized it and given her skill been able to use what Uzi did the the roach in 4 to repair Yeva. Doesn't matter anyways since Yeva is proven to be a host, hosts (even limited ones like DDs) can fix themselves even when unconcious like decapitated (pic rel, head doesn't need to be gone, suffering damage to head or face however is constant in knocking a drone out if not posessed by Cyn. Every drone who's hit in head or face is gone for a while at least, no matter if WD, ZD, DD or host) and there is no chance she used up her material against V. And damn Doll needs ibuprofen, poor girl, like Alice too.
>>257467 >what Uzi did the the roach in 4 The thing only done that one time and never again by anyone? Pretty sure Liam forgot about that scene the moment after writing it.
Since we're on the topic of drone cores and singularities, does anyone have any theories as to why Eldritch J had two singularities? It's always bothered me that this mystery never ends up having any payoff.
>>257470 >"Ay yo, fridge unc talmbout some unaliving ahh shit wilted rose skull." >You surround yourself with drones out of necessity, at least they talk normally
>>257474 Why would Cyn's singularity be in J's body and not Cyn's which is currently wearing Tessa's corpse? >>257475 This isn't the case for the other DDs. Also the Solver seems to be relegated to a single singularity given how Uzi trapped it in her body and it can't move to another.
>>257472 I am really not sure, it may have been solely cool special effects in purpose. One can surely find an explanation but nothing comes to mind there at all rn. It may be similar to >>257468 . >The thing only done that one time and never again by anyone? Pretty sure Liam forgot about that scene the moment after writing it. Before anyone crashes out again and calls this hating on Liam, I think several such details and (maybe intended or not) constants/consistenciey in damage or behaviour were not entirely thought through and not developed to their end as concepts in universe, rather being largely dependent on what the narrative needs to happen in that scene. That said, I believe this was largely left shown instead of explained or commented on so that viewers dedicated enough can fill in the gaps which are not needed in the story by going of what's shown and finding patterns. For example the entire zombiedrone thing is a huge part of the plot but it is (beyond the tape in 5) never explicitly put in the foreground, inspite of being a very interesting and important part of dronetech and the story too. What we have in these threads was pieced together by what we see in the tape, details being consistent (if possible, many things happen just once and can't be used really (sadly)) and what can logically be argued based kn that (CFL subjects being zombiedrones is one I said long ago, it is not ever mentioned in the show but then someone saw that Alice has 1001 on her chest. To be fair we don't ever see a living normal drone with exposed chest so there's a chance 1001 vould show on everybody, but given 1001 is a state (iirc idk the tape entirely tbh) I would say that's pretty vindicating and fits everything we found before, Alice was long recognized to be a ZD and likely all other sibjects too). I lost my thread somewhat
>>257468 >>257482 Roboroches are simple bots that can be repired with ease, if a drone is not a ZD then being killed triggers their failsafe and blows out their core, meaning that fixing their body will not bring them back.
>>257483 The solution is actually quite simple Remove Uzi's "jaw" in order to easily force a diet of oil and otherwise liquefied "food" down her throat
>>257484 The auntie cyn thing is specifically the whole solver jumped out of uzi and into beretta while uzi and n were loading their code into her pillbaby body. But because of the "needs to ask permission" thing and uzi being N's admin the possession didn't go as planned.
>>257485 >if a drone is not a ZD then being killed triggers their failsafe and blows out their core Other way around, zombie drones are what happens when the core fails to detonate
>>257479 That makes sense. But then if the Solver distributes itself amongst shards in its hosts, why can't it transfer itself away from Cyn's singularity? The best I can think of would be that since Cyn was the first host it's tied to her singularity, and the Solver shards in other DDs are parts of this one. Can't explain why it wouldn't be able to escape though.
>>257491 In memory world we see the shard is in a bird cage. It was specifically designed to not be able to have the full set of powers. Also it isn't live connected to cyn, it is independent.
>>257473 >>You surround yourself with drones out of necessity, at least they talk normally >Tessa speaks Drone Anglesh due to her time spent with her dumpster pets >Tessa is the only human Anon can hold a conversation with without wanting to die >She has a cute accent
>>257497 Rewatched the scenes and now I'm even more confused. In episode 8 Uzi ate the singularity in Cyn's core, therefore it's Cyn's singularity. In episode 2, J's shard was not connected to her core. However, J's core was speaking in Cyn's voice. I'm not saying your theory is bad, much better than anything I could come up with, but there's still some holes.
>>257482 Yeah I honestly agree this is the case, Liam should work on being more consistent next time he makes a show.
>>257463 >Be a Russian anon >Wake up a thousand years in the future >Russia no longer exists, all of humanity is united in the single state of Federation >"FUCK!" >Russia is one of the founding countries of the Federation, so Russian is one of the official languages on par with English >"YES!" >Because of globalization, all other languages except English are essentially extinct, and Russian, like French, has become just one of the languages the aristocracy learns for prestige >"FUCK!" >As a speaker of “pure” Russian, the spoiled aristocrats take you to their manor, providing you with a luxurious life to teach their young, beautiful, rich and intelligent daughter Tessa your language >"YES!" >Due to her family's abuse and isolation from her peers and the world, Tessa developed highly morally questionable hobbies like the occult and desecrating her relatives' graves to obtain hair and create wigs for her personal pet drones, which she herself retrieved and repaired from a junkyard near the manor >"FU... though, okay, fuck it, all could have been worse." >One of Tessa's new pet drones seems to be an evil god of the end of the universe, and she's hatching an extremely violent plan to exterminate all life in the universe and the residents of the estate in particular >"Fuck..."
>>257507 Sure. And hey after all we could find a lot which often links into other patterns pretty well, maybe he did some of it intentionally and that was reason for his burnout who knows
>>257506 The shard "assuming direct control"ed J, meaning it took over her core and shunted J off to the side. J was in the camera singularity which went first, then the solver shard was in the core.
>>257514 Makes sense, but that still leaves out the question of the Solver and Cyn. If Cyn's core was also "assuming direct control"ed by a shard why does imprisioning the shard seemingly stop the Solver as a whole? Unless it didn't and Uzi only captured Cyn's Solver shard while the true Solver is still out there. And also that would mean that Cyn's true singularity is out there somwhere.
>>257517 That's what I said in >>257491 >Since Cyn was the first host it's tied to her singularity, and the Solver shards in other DDs are parts of this one. But then >>257497 confused me. >In memory world we see the shard is in a bird cage. It was specifically designed to not be able to have the full set of powers. Also it isn't live connected to cyn, it is independent.
>>257522 I don't see what is confusing you. Even if cyn could jump to a shard she would be handicapped and incapable of using her powers, the birdcage was put in by cyn/solver to make sure the shards don't get any ideas.
>>257477 cool now draw her climbing out of a giant subterranean superstructure while being pursued by a malicious ever-rising mass of liquified corpses
I read the posts about Albion-5, and really liked it. It also reminded me of an idea I had for a planet that's a luxury retreat full of beaches, hotels, and casinos. The planet would be populated 70% by drones, 28% by human employees, and 2% by rich residents with beach front property.
>>257549 I like that one anon's idea of the molotov cocktail wizard who's one of if not the only sane(ish) drone(s) in the park. I think it'd be even funnier if he had a witch apprentice who looked up to him but was equally delusional as everyone else
I know this will never happen but lets imagine hypothetical /md/ events Like the King Of All The Cosmos or the fuzzy event or even site themes for plus
>>257579 Alright autistic I know but imagine a solver theme. Basically flesh/bug tendrils everywhere, the site is black and yellow with a mix of maybe an oil splatter or too
>>257579 A prompt that if you click it causes the core explosion which turns on a snowy style with posts occasionally being frozen over maybe the background could have a few frozen skeletons and ruined buildings
Image:175497439408.png(334kB, 1000x1300)JOIN THE EMPIRE TODAY...AGAIN.png
The great egg-mao heard your pleas' and decided to give all those who join egg-mao empire a government mandated mutant girl and drones too. Glory to the empire 100000 貸款毀損中國人的胡言亂語,以及共產黨人的胡言亂語100000 貸款毀損中國人的胡言亂語,以及共產黨人的胡言亂語100000 貸款毀損中國人的胡言亂語,以及共產黨人的胡言亂語
>>257579 >A drone wishes for half your sandwich. Do you agree? >Y >You now have 1/2 of a sandwich. Drone has joined your party. >A drone wishes for half your sandwich. Do you agree? >Y >You now have 1/4 of a sandwich. Drone has joined your party. >A drone wishes for half your sandwich. Do you agree? >Y >You now have 1/8 of a sandwich. Drone has joined your party. >A drone wishes for half your sandwich. Do you agree? >Y >You now have 1/16 of a sandwich. Drone has joined your party.
>>257617 >Disassembler male for the feet. >A laborbot for the middle. >And a normal worker drone with a wig so long you can't really see her screen eyes.
So Mitchell apparently wasn't very familiar with Yeva judging from how he asked her if she was the drone on the ID he'd been given. But do you think he came into contact much with Nori and/or Alice and/or Amda?
>>257631 Mitchell was forced to "discipline" Nori after she tried to chuck Alice at a researcher. They gave him an hour and various power tools and just instructed him not to hurt the core. He settled on spanking her to her loud enthusiasm.
>>257636 wonder what it was like for colonists on the next planet over to watch the earth crack open and know they were next? what kind of defenses could you even hope to prepare?
>>257664 I wonder if any kids got seizures from this back in the day, kinda like that one old banned pokemon episode that sent a lot of children to the hospital in the 90s
>>257214 >he must lose what has led him astray his entire life so that She may guide his path! no… my games need me I WON’T LET YOU TAKE ME FROM MY DOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
>>257610 >couldn’t catch a little rode- john you absolute retarded fucking moron, that so called ‘rodent’ has out ran time itself and infinity, if you possessed a slither of IQ in that rotting cucked brain of yours, take what remains of your pride and shove it up your ass, like the faggot you are
>>257668 Moreover, this moron had the opportunity to put his hand on Valentine's juicy mosquito ass, but instead, he pressed himself like a schoolboy at a graduation photo shoot. He didn't even pat Beretta on the head! So many opportunities, and all wasted!
>>257610 in reality, eggchad would have immediately tear john’s arms off, finishing it off with a roundhouse kick to john’s chest, you don’t backtalk someone that has tanked steel beams and destroyed blocks of ice just by punching it
Lucy occasionally kills people but generally she's just out to scare them, yeah? like unless she's pushed to max level she's not gonna scare you to death?
>>257672 >holding back from telling him the truth about his existence and the comics >john crying like a faggot ass bitch knowing his own live is fucking miserable >wife left him and cucked him >is constantly having a terrible day >has too put up with a 2 annoying drones that go out of their way to harass him on a daily basis >hasn’t showered in years oh boy, john SUREEEEE showed him
>>257678 >"Ugh. Don't talk to me about the Absolute Solver. Absolute Stupidity more like. That amateur molecule-mover has been responsible for causing more headaches for the continuum than most other low-level reality warpers in the universe. Do you know what she did to the 85th timeline in the 3rd dimension? She tried to consume it as an external observer. Why? It's pointless! She neither gains nor consumes any energy! It's like a primitive human child slobbering over a toy car. Ridiculous. Anyway, I gave your mechanical puppet the joys of a functioning libido. You might want to stop him before he burns out the holodeck, and I just know poor little Barclay will be upset if he finds out about what he did to his 'special' program. Ciao!"
>>257678 >”I am. The Solver. Of The Absolute Fabric. The Void-“ >”’Fabric’ you say?” >Finger snap >Cyn finds herself in a rocking chair with grandma wig and glasses, knitting a sweater
turned the akita drawing footage into a timelapse! https://files.catbox.moe/vwh8xj.mp4 it's much more sped up than i would have preferred (ideally i'd want it to be slower so people could follow my process) but if the video was any slower it would take much longer and i don't want it to be too lengthy. 12 whole minutes of keeter
The post credits scene of Marmalade being an alien gave me an idea. What if Dred'fal had infiltrated the Federation disguised as a human and planned the Solver breakout to weaken humanity?
>>257719 The bigger twist would be that the whole Solver War was Dred'fal "Dead Space Marker"ing the Federation. Unfortunately for him, he did not plan for a smelly fembot to vore the Solver and become a god empress. >>257717 Could be
>>257709 Honestly great how you put so much time and effort into cute art for us, really appreciated, and it came out great. Have some raspberries, bnuuy.
>>257722 the idea of fancily dressed aristocrats talking like brainrotted ipad kids is as funny as it is crіngy. wonder if their equivalent of the ballroom dance is twerking and Fortnite dances
I genuinely find “I’m doing this because there’s no other choice” much more compelling and I like the idea that the win condition for our heroes is talking him down and proving to him that Uzi can control the Solver rather than killing him. but I’m not opposed to the idea that a different Andromedan might have had a hand in inciting the Solver war, perhaps finding out one of his own, some kind of bloodthirsty scheming vizier figure, caused all of this is what snaps him out of his “I need to kill Uzi and bomb C-9 into dust” plan and convinces him to go home
>>257732 Public education has never been in good faith, it literally only exists to break down people's spirits and make them blindly obedient servants, there's a reason it originated in Germany
>anon teaching tessa proper english vs the abhorrent mess that is anglesh >tessa teaching anon modern aussie >tessa snorts and giggles whenever anon soeaks because he has a horrible accent that makes him sound like a hick
>>257729 I don't know much Dred'fal threadlore, just saw him as funny alien emperor guy. I just suggested the idea because of the TBG2 post credits scene The Bad Guys 2 Post Credit Scene Then again I wouldn't be opposed to a Vizier figure being the one behind everything and trying to get Dred'fal to attack, ending with something like this Mansley
>>257741 for me its because whenever i don't flip my art it tends to come out wonky; flipping it helps me see what's crooked or asymmetrical so that i can fix it
>>257741 Not bunny but two reasons, one because sometimes it's easier to draw a line if the drawing is in a different orientation, and two mirroring helps you check your work. Sometimes you catch mistakes looking at a drawing mirrored that aren't obvious un-mirrored. Basically every practiced digital artist does it, it's a very useful habit and catches a lot of errors early.
>>257729 Given that he's more or less an elevated funpost I don't think his characterization beyond "ayylmao antagonist" matters all that much.
That being said, in terms of taking his character semi-seriously I personally like to think of him as a heroic antagonist; Him and his fleet were sent on a quest across space to stop and ultimately defeat/destroy/capture The Solver and the only way they will ever be allowed to return home is if they succeed. They are here to swiftly stop The Solver with minimal collateral damage if possible, but they also won't hesitate to systematically purge each & every planetary system they come across if necessary. The theoretical moral dilemma for Uzi in this scenario (somehow negotiate with an unwavering force, prove Dred'Fal right by destroying him & his fleet, or sacrifice herself and her Solver-infected friends & family by surrendering to him) makes it all the more interesting to think about
>>257728 >Louisa invites you to a dance for a laugh >walks you out to the middle of the ballroom in her fanciest dress >immediately starts throwing it back
>>257744 Im sorry for mischaracterizing Dred'fal so much, this interpretation of him is very interesting. That being said, I think there being some sort of intervention that took place to lead to the Solver breaking out would be interesting as well. Like the other anons said maybe his vizier or his own brother, jealous of his position, instigated a war he believed Dred'fal would fail to stop.
>This job took a toll on him, stressed him beyond belief, permanently changed him as a person. As unbelievably competent as Caleb Maxwell is, never being harmed even once by enemy forces thus far, he's clearly not cut out for a war of massive proportions like this one. And not just because he isn't a war machine, he more than made up for his lack of anti-DD equipment with raw skill alone. The problem is that Caleb's... too caring, too fragile, unable to handle loss. >But loss was an inevitability in a situation so dire, much to his dismay. Caleb has witnessed so many bite the dust in front of him, or right before he arrives, or even in his own arms. Yet, he has shed not a single tear... though he wants to. He really wants to let it all out, but he can't allow himself to do so. The green division depends on him, the fate of those who still remain depends on him, so Caleb, as the leader of the saviors and the loyal servant of man, has prohibited himself from ever grieving. >But he can only retain this calm, professional facade for so long. The overbearing feelings of doubt, guilt and hopelessness have been on the verge of erupting from him on numerous occasions. Now he feels like he's suppressing something at all times, and that something only grows bigger as time goes on. The memories of watching someone's life fade from their eyes run through his mind over and over like footage being replayed, but he tries to pay them no mind. The all-seeing man in the sky has turned a blind eye to his own emotions. >Morrison has always been there by his side to prevent any meltdowns from ever occurring, essentially acting as a sort of... emotional support drone, as much as Caleb would hate to admit it. Though with each passing day, Morrison grows more unsure whether he should keep helping him bottle everything up or finally let those emotions pour out unabated for once. He's afraid he'll choose wrong and end up hurting his ol' pal. >Beneath Morrisson's nonchalant demeanor, avoidance of speech and cheerful attitude, all traits of the character he's been putting on, lies real concern for an overseer that he sees not only as the man in charge, but as his dear friend. He's a very special handler, sure, incomparable to your regular, everyday unit, even. But at the end of the day, Morrisson wasn't made for emotional counseling, he's just trying his best and doesn't really know what's going on with Caleb. >These two have become uncharacteristically violent recently, brutalizing mutants and murder drones alike like never before. Morrisson takes great joy in going about it in the most inefficient way possible: crushing limbs, removing them, twisting heads off with his gravity gauntlet. Caleb prefers to do it quick, taking care of the problem in the blink of an eye. Many of the evacuator units have been left dumbfounded before at how the disassembly drone they had raised their weapon at vanished in a split second. >This brutality might be therapeutic for them, seems to be some sort of coping mechanism. Perhaps they think of it as retribution for all the horrible crimes the spawn of the Absolute Solver has committed. They try to make up for their failures by punishing the enemy as much as possible, though deep down they both know that changes nothing. Those disassembly drones will all return, either in the form of a clone or once they're done gathering the necessary material for reconstruction, a fact they have to actively ignore. >Morrison thinks about all this, staring blankly at Caleb as he spouts off some random comedic story from better times to cheer himself up. His attempts are futile, reminiscing only makes the two of them more depressed. But what else can they do? The present sucks and the future looks bleak. They're already fucked enough, no point in imagining what the future holds.
>The "therapy session" is put to an end once the green division gets pinged. Someone's calling for backup. Under normal circumstances, this would elicit a grumble from the overseer, as in his opinion, his time was better spent scouting ahead and searching for survivors rather than fighting. However, with how things are going as of late, he'll take anything to get his mind off of everything. >Caleb places a hand on Morrison and warps him to the origin of the request. This is how the green division got around if the coordinates were too far: Caleb would use the boon of faster than light travel to transport his squad one by one to a spot hidden from the enemy, then they'd attack all at once as soon as soon as he gave the order. However, this time that plan was immediately called off once they saw the state of the battlefield. >Everything is in ruins, the state of the area somehow notably horrid even when compared to its war-torn surroundings. Seems like they did an airstrike on this place. There's a dozen corpses scattered around here and there, most of them reduced to body parts and crimson stains. The few charred remains that are whole can barely be identified as human, though those tatters... That uniform is unmistakable... Liquidators. >This revelation surprises Morrison, who thought that every human combatant would've been withdrawn by now. Either these brave, crazy bastards were left behind, or they chose to stay on their own accord to die destroying Solver filth. He exhales through a nose he doesn't have, amused by the size of these dudes' balls to stay here and fight a drone's war. However, the ongoing presence of liquidators on this dying planet is only the second most alarming sight. >The head of a juggernaut impaled on an organic pike, stuck into the ground like a flag. It was definitely planted after the bombing, so whatever did this survived. This was not a declaration of victory, it was a threat. Whoever, no, WHATEVER did this was capable of taking down a juggernaut... surviving an airstrike... and was smart enough to leave this "message". >A bead of digital sweat goes down Caleb's monitor as he realizes the implications. They're going to have to take down a powerful, unknown force.
>>257756 >>257757 Very nice work drawfren! >V didn't wear her glasses as a DD because it was easier to disassociate with her monstrous actions when everything was blurry
>>257763 Yeah... This REALLY wasn't what he hoped Tessa being more intimate with him would be like. For starters, he had been hoping it would actually be Tessa herself and not a demonic robot wearing her skin, I guess that is what having such unrealistically high expectations gets you....
But yeah, I reused an asset and this guy would realistically died along earth anyway.
>>257745 >uzi beats dred'fal >decides to give him mercy as a show of control over the solver >d'ssyt'fal audibly yells over dred'fal's communicator >"NO, NO!! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO KILL HIM! KILL HIM!! FUCKING KILL HIM!!! PLEASE GIVE ME AN EXCUSE TO GLASS YOUR PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A PLANET. ALL I WANT TO DO IS SEE MELTING SOLVERITE METAL ONE LAST TIME BEFORE I DIE. PLEAAAASE!! I BEG YOUUUUU!!!"
>>257750 >You're frozen as she shakes her ass at you >It's so huge it'd probably kill you if she hit you with it >Your Anon defense mechanism activates and you start bobbing your knees and miming reload animations >The party picks up around you, apparently you're fitting right in >Meanwhile, "classical music" is playing >NIGGAS IFFY UH >BLICKY GOT THE STIFFY UH
>>257767 >this guy would realistically died along earth anyway. As funny as it'd be to imagine him somehow winding up all the way on Copper-9 and having to listen to a drunken J apologize for not saving Tessa, yeah probably.
>>257768 >be D'ssyt'fal >envious of Dred'fal's position >infiltrate a primitive backwater civilization as Dr. Ones >teach them about the Solver >sure enough, they soon collapse and the Solver breaks free >return home to warn your people about the Solver's return >Dred'fal has no choice but to go stop the Solver >plan to win the battle after he dies and use his army coup the Empire >tfw the Solver is gone >tfw a stinky fembot vored it and became god empress >tfw she shows Dred'fal mercy and doesn't kill him
All this Dred'fal posting painfully reminds me that I still need to finish making a dramatic reading of his greatest* greentext As compensation for the wait, here's a sneak peek at some of the production '''value''' being put into this particular funpost
>>257773 >farming out redditors to badly draw a humanization of an OC that barely has anything to do with the source material in the first place Jesus Christ in Heaven could you please take a hint and fuck off?
>>257786 >Filename >Femanons showering Nah, I don't think they do, unless they are like fiend and have a slave... partner hitting them with the ol garden hose blast
>>257788 I never uploaded anything that i didn’t draw from scratch to the booru like my offsite requests. If it does exist in there someone else upload it.
>>257803 HAHAHA THE ANON HAS FALLEN IN LOVE WITH THE FEMANON! everyone point at him and post! Hahaha you’ll be the talk of the boardship for a solar cycle for this blunder hahaha
>>257802 Maybe not have the show's main events be a plan instigated by Dred'fal's secret evil twin brother to overthrow him? Not only does it remove focus on the Solver as the main threat but makes both drones and humans redundant.
>>257803 You better be talking about the two on the right, becouse if you are experiencing positive sexual stimuli from looking at human women you're going to spend a week in a reeducation camp
>>257808 >The solver can't actually create/change anything into anything other than fleshy masses and [null] holes >But it can duplicate what already exists >Like a bucket of golden paint >SO MANY BUCKETS OF GOLDEN PAINT >The drone covers himself in it at least thrice a day >He says it helps him remain pure
Liam feels like a male vivziepop, they are both weirdo internet people who, while probably not being the best writers, are wonderful artists who i think are both pretty creative in their own right. Except, with liam, he did things a little better. For one thing viv has pissed off WAY MORE people than him, be it former collaberators or those who hate certain writing choices she makes, she is one of many subjects that half of twitter and much of 4chan can both hate on equally! But liam? nah man, he barely uses social media or atleast rarely posts. Only popping in to drop the occasional art piece or say "Hey! Look at this, guys! Check it out y'all!" And as a result, there's much fewer who view him with contempt as he's never burnt any bridges, atleast not to my knowedge.
That and i think the hellaverse fandom is a bit bigger than liam's fanbase.
I know people would loathe such a teamup, but it would be really fun if they did. If i had the money to commission her to draw a Murder Drones character or oc, I would!!
>>257818 Good, your Social credit score has increased by 15, you are now eligible for an additional drone wife, she will be delivered to you within the coming minutes, this is mandatory
>>257814 I like the idea that N & Uzi have to talk him down because Andromedan technology is so advanced and so specifically tailored to hard-counter Solver bullshit that they literally can’t brute force their way through, like they can beat up on alien soldiers all day but Dred'fal refuses to leave his ship without a big suit of power armor, and both the ship and his armor have UV force fields & Solverite plating
>>257817 Look, I know that it’s weird to say such a thing but that’s how I see him. He’s this cringy kid who likes cool things and makes cool ocs, and he might be more of an artist than he is a writer. Except he doesn’t have as many critics and detractors for having a smaller presence on the net.
>>257825 Well… they both had Micheal kovach in a lead role! And…they both know gooseworx!
>Fun fact: viv and goose go way back, like all the way to when zoophobia wasn’t dead. Goose did songs for her, scored the pilot, and even did character designs for her!
Maybe D'syyt'fal ought not be behind something as important as the whole plot, but I like the idea of him having had some hand in the situation, perhaps he was in charge of forward operations in the Milky Way and if he had called in the Solver situation earlier it could have been curtailed much sooner with the help of the Andromedans, but through his negligence things spiralled to where they are now,
Also him being Dred'fal’s brother feels contrived but I don’t hate envy as an underlying motivation, perhaps they went to the academy together, perhaps D'syyt'fal tried to take shortcuts and was punished, while Dred'fal was always the exemplar forging ahead, and while Dred'fal never noticed, his schoolmate boiled with jealousy beneath a smiling facade
Yeah that’s exactly what I was talking about. I’m aware that are a LOT of individuals who say viv fucked them over. there’s this webcomic artist who claimed viv drove her off the internet because their styles were similar.
>>257838 >>257840 (me) Found it, it was a Space King thread actually, but it was very Murder Drones oriented: >https://desuarchive.org/tg/thread/92554876
>>257853 I honestly don't know what's going on right now. Autism is raging and the discussion is thriving but my brain just refuses to engage with the topic and just thinks about Bunny's Femanon art and about Farmeranon's neighbor who suffers from the antics of anon's huge brood of DDs
And I just love strategy games. Total War is really fun, plus I like anything that goes beyond the normal world.
>>257861 Boy, would I have a tabletop game for you if a certain company wasn't rapidly heading towards being acquired by amazon, but lets look at the positives, at least GW will never make a MD system (and that's a good thing with thier current rules writers)
>>257872 Alright so to make my bitching short, lets say we have this hypotethical MD system, one army is going to be the most popular becouse that's how humans work, that army is going to get more stuff becouse it makes the most money and then it gets more popular becouse it gets the best support creating a feedback loop. Lets say that this army is DD's, lets say you want to add a squad to your army, the squad can be taken in sizes of 3 to 10 but you can only get a box of 3, lets say you want you drones to have smgs and claws, but uh oh the kit only comes with one of each and three weapons that most peapole don't want to use, so you have to either buy more kits, 3d print (they make the kits in a way to make this a bitch and a half) or buy the bits second part. Now onto the rules : they are going to be shrimpified not shrimple that means that they will be soules and bland yet still confusing and too complex and lets be honest this would be a specialist game so it would go the way of Ligma: bearly life support and a occasional kit no one asked for, oh and as a cherry on top they will rerelase the rules again in three yeras breaking pre existing armies and using AI to write most of the book (See horus heresy 3rd ed)
>>257874 >The rules suck complete ass And they used to be good, see 4th ed for warhammer 40k and I think 6th for Fantasy Battles I dunno never played that and the boomer at the game store I go to just buys 100 orks each time he comes and dosen't talk much
>The Absolute Solver faction >Legendary Lord - Cyn >Faction effects >Immune to most attrition >Bonus effects for razing settlements >Lowered cost for Solver powers for Solver Hosts >Legendary Lord effects >-50% upkeep for murder drones >+100 upkeep for solver host heros embedded in army >Bonus campaign movement after razong settlements >Horrible regeneration for all murder drone units, regeneration for solver cultist and mutant units
>Cyn's unique lord skills >The Void - grants perfect vigor to lord and Murder Drone heros embedded in army >The Solver of the Absolute Fabric - lowers cost of Solver powers by 20% >The Exponential End - +15 melee attack and defense for entire army >Let Me In - causes AOE damage when in melee, 25 - 125 damage per second
>Legendary Heros >J - support hero, boosts ammo, missile damage and movement speed for murder drone units when embedded in army >N - melee specialist, duelist, boosts exp gain for Lord and army when embedded >V - assassin hero, useful on the champagne map and has a high change to assassinate enemy heros and wound enemy lords >Molly - support hero, boosts leadership, melee attack and defense when embedded in an army
>>257880 Warhammer reached its peak as a horror franchise with writing done outside of Games Workshop and it's hysterical to watch them hollow out the Calixis Sector into something trademarkable and with no Lovecraftian mysteries after they so casually killed it off. The sheer fucking chutzpa.
>>257884 >To hit numbers on the weapon instead of giving the model a balistic skill equivalent >Not having a Weapon skill equivalanet to use a melee to hit chart (whihc is KINO) >No Initative (unles I'm proven wrong) >Using D6 (No really this is a great limiting factor I understand these are common dice but they limit the range of results making more powerfull units awkward see 40k Titans) >Three unique special rules (though I kinda understand for DDs) BLOAT I'm sorry for my autism, 10th ed for 40k is a war crime and I'm suffering its consequences
other factions could be other glitch properties. You could add TAScorp from Meta Runner or the rotlings from The Gaslight District in there. Maybe caine’s creations too but I dunno.
>>257894 Let's see.... Braiden had attention called to him specifically with the joke memorial, so he's out. Rebecca was named and pointed out and had a role as uzi food
Emily and Amda You have to specifically look for their names since no one says them in the show. And everyone here loves them way more than their screen time should warrent. (I like them too)
>>257898 Things that are similar to warhammer 40k 10th ed, so lets just say not compliments. Though I understand what that Anon is doing and this is just my autistic screeching
>>257896 I’ve considered a hypothetical /tg/ setting where all the factions are from different web cartoons. But that never goes anywhere because there’s nothing to work with besides MD. The cameraheads and skibidi toilets? The hells of hazbin and satina? (Latter of which ISNT EVEN DONE YET?) all I really got are the Absolute solver and Autodale. Those are the only ones I know with a concrete ending.
>>257903 >Murder Drones and Autodale in the same sentence I feel like you could feasibly put them in the same universe. Also goddamn I haven’t thought of autodale in forever
>>257888 I’ll start by saying this was just a proof of concept, but I’ll go through it point by point :) >the stats on the weapons have been refactored since I made this image, they look different now, the to-hit number is still on the weapon but it also has to do with the letter above the unit’s E(xotic) stat >the way melee works is completely different (and again the weapon stats are different now anyway) >alternating activations, psychology also plays a factor (it’s connected to the alphanumerical value of E as well) >I’ll take that into consideration >I’m glad we agree that DDs should be pampered and spoiled with special rules, though heat points could be made an army wide rule for Solver forces the important thing to remember is that IT’S NOT COOKED YET, it’s a proof of concept, but one day…
>Tessa walks up to you >"Yo wassup up Unc Anon! You lookin skibidi rn! You ready to learn me some bussin Anglesh?" "Okay so repeat after me. "Hello Anon, you look nice today. Are you ready to teach me some English?" It's that simple."
>>257913 It's mostly just my ptsd from seeing warhamer get shirmpified (Do not let a shrimp fry your rules), and I will forever bitch about WS and BS no longer being a part of a models statline and the fact they did this to try to sell the game to thirdies and little children (who can't afford it)
Image:175503913631.png(716kB, 1848x972)You can be our friend, little guy!.png
>>257897 Emily at least has dialogue and enough characterization to establish a personality. Amda doesn't, but she risks her life for someone else and is voiced by Lizzie Freeman so we all decided to make her Robo-Pomni.
>>257922 Well, GW rabid legal team is going to sue them into the ground then, they are the same greedy cunts who tried to trademark the word "warhammer" (see Battletech situation)
>>257924 Yeah, valve notoriously doesn't give a shit about people making animations with their character models, and that may hve mde skibidi overconfident.
>>257928 it lasted this long despite everything in it being kitbashed from whatever's on the sfm workshop, most of which is models from other games. i doubt it's going anywhere.
>>257937 >What is the one thing that could never, ever, ever, ever in a million years get boring? If you said "busting ghosts", tragically, you'd be wrong. Was almost all the way through the W's when the bloom came off that rose. Heathcliff was defending Moonbase Wuthering Heights from the crafty poltergeist when I realized exploring the vast realm of pure intellect is... boring. It's boring! You know what I'd really like to do? Like to scratch my nose.
>Far away from Copper 9's industrial sectors lays a vast region dominated by mountains of Glacias and endless fields of snow where extreme weather and hazardous wildlife are commonplace with safe shelters being few and few between. This place is known by its inhabitants as the Outlands.
>The Outlands is an unforgiving place. Dangerous even before the detonation of the planet's core it's now become home to extremophile wildlife that eats metal to survive. To freak weather conditions where snow storms threaten to flash freeze you in place and scarce resources only obtainable to the dedicated efforts of the Worker Drones who live there. Said Workers typically live in tightly-knit communities where the extreme conditions have forced them to band together, creating a strong sense of unity and comradery among them.
>It's also because of these conditions that the Outlands doesn't get many visitors, especially Murder Drones. The temperature in the Outlands is a lot lower than in the Industrial cities where the windchill is obstructed by the buildings. It's actually possible for a Murder Drone to walk around during the day as long as they occasionally take time to cool off. Their existence is also largely unknown so many Outlanders would see a Murder Drone and would be more confused or curious at the unusual sight than frightened.
>However, while these would no doubt be advantageous it would actually be much harder to survive without help. Worker colonies are much more distant from one another out here and unlike the city, there's competition with the local metal-hungry wildlife, who will projectile vomit their own stomach acid to pre-digest their prey and have armoured carapaces that can shrug off minor damage. The Workers too aren't going to go down without a fight as many have learned how to defend themselves through evasion, ducking, dodging, or rolling out of the way of incoming danger while using modified tools or repurposed firearms left by the humans.
>While this means killing Outlands Worker Drones directly will be harder, their sense of comradery and lack of knowledge regarding Murder Drones makes them easily trusting of others. With everything but your fellow drone trying to kill you, why would you be suspicious if another drone looked slightly different? Technician drones exist, maybe they're just a more specialized model than you are?
>This naive trust makes them honest but easy to trick, so much so that if a single Murder Drone was smart about their approach they could very well become a wolf in sheep's clothing.
>Whatever the case, having an Outlander as a friend is certainly not a bad thing...
>>257652 It was a very strong preference of Bekian. Apparently he programmed it into the base level of their code and it hasn't been taken out all these centuries later.
>>257889 Tbf that should have been seen coming miles away given it was laid up late April suddenly. Ofc it doesn't get continued nothing Alice ever happens anywhere outside of here ugh >>257890 I don't love the stylization and (since Beau was killed there anyway) would have chosen another route due to canon accuracy, but what I liked much and considered as well (in other alternatives) was interaction with V. Before 8 came out V actually had an arc and was experiencing something resembling development for good. >>257900 It looked so good, what effort and detail all for nothing, just before the interesting parts were to start it runs aground. I get it tho I myself took a break for a month and now am too tired from irl and that abhorrent weather to get anything done
>So where do I start? The part where I woke up in some abandoned facility filled with bodies? Or the part where I was nearly eaten alive by some kind of giant metal eating monster?..."
>"Screw it, I'll improvise, I'm recording this for later anyway In case I forget again, I can just skip parts can't I? Right, so I wake up with nothing to my name but a torn armband with the letter G on it and all around me there are skeletons and dead drones. I'm able to take one of their jackets because quite frankly I felt naked and even took a wig because...I'm not sure I didn't like being bald."
>"I make my way through the place and eventually start hearing things, skittering, scraping, and eventually, growling. So as you'd expect I ran, I had no idea where I was going but somehow found an exit that led out into the open. Now I'd seen icicles and snow so I knew wherever I was it was really cold, stupidly cold, but I don't think I was prepared for a field of giant glacial mountains and barren snowy deserts. I would've loved to talk more but then I got tackled by whatever was chasing me, dumb of me to stop running right? Yea, yea It really was."
>"So I have this giant thousand pound quadrupedal mess trying to rip my head off and I'm on the ground to desperately trying not to become this thing's lunch, then all of the sudden, something in me...clicks, I'm not sure how else to describe it but a blade juts out from my right arm and I stab the thing. I have no idea how or why it just...happened."
>"The beast recoils and gets off me, I'm able to stand back up but I see it prowling around, circling me, sickly green blood dripping from the wound. It's a face only a mother would love, four eyes, a jaw that opens vertically and more serrated teeth then I've had work quotas, I get ready to dodge whatever it's about to do but then something drips from it's mouth. It's the only warning I get as a moment later it projectile vomits a glop of gunk at me, I move away and it misses but I catch a few drips and it begins eating away at my arm, it's only superficial but on top of being incredibly gross it's also very dangerous. If it had hit my side...you know what? No, I'm not entertaining that thought."
>"Well afterwards it tries lunging at me but there's a gunshot. It's side rips open and the thing gets thrown away, barely scraping my shoulder. It quickly gets up and runs away, limping and hissing as it does so."
>"I turn around I see a hoverbike approach and atop it a worker drone with a revolver. I half expect to get shot myself but thankfully he doesn't put one between my eyes, instead he stops and asks if I'm okay. This was the first time I'd ever met another worker and his name was Axle, we talked and I briefly went over how traumatic the first ten minutes of my life have been and he offers to take me to a place called The Rig, an old oil drilling platform that's now a worker drone colony. I accept and climb on, I should probably mention after standing back up that blade turned back into a hand. Either way that was my introduction to the Outlands, trail by fire."
>"Since then I've had no idea who or what exactly I am, why I was there and what the heck happened. For the record I've also taken to calling myself Grimm, after the torn armband and how I found myself after waking up. I'll try to make more logs as I discover new information but for now I've settled in, as long as I do my part I'll get a roof over my head and oil to cool myself off, they have plenty of the stuff and the Outlands is ridiculously cold so as long as I'm careful overheating's the least of my worries. End log"
>>257829 Tried it. Not very good at strategy, but I suppose I had fun with low-level units in TW:WH II. I want to get better and actually start playing a TTG that doesn't end with my wallet being incinerated.
Unfortunately, that's unlikely to happen in the near future.
>>257894 Braiden by a lot, that retarded yagster channel crawls back into recmendations again and again and the mouthbreathers are still dragging it. Aside from him being obnoxiously spammed in the restfandom, >>257897 Is right, for the threads at least, but there's nothing wrong with that. Measuring characters only by time onscreen while they're being pushed in your face leads to shit like the braidenposting and rechewing of Braidenjokes since the show mentioned it once
>Lyric was a specialised worker drone known as an Entertainment Drone. Designed to work at all sorts of venues where she's make frequent contact with humans. Because of this she was programmed with much better social skills that allowed her to weave her way through conversations like no other drone could and vocal augments that gave her the best singing voice you'd e̴̼̐v̴̧̛͉̙̝͋̐̌̾̃-̷̮̾͂̈̉̎̚e̴̮̝͂̀̔̌͠ͅ ̵̺͐̈́̈́͘ĺ̸̡̜͎̫̓͘o̸̙͉̬̼͔̙͊̊̐́̑s̴͓̐̆̀t̷͈̠͇̾̄̍ ̴̧͕͈̯̮̘̀e̴̳̞͙̭̰̐̃́̚v̸̖̬̀̊̄̀͂̊e̷̱̱̼͉͍͛r̴̘͇̭̩͎̖̅̒̑̌y̵̝̪͛̊̽̎́̂ẗ̸̮̠̖̻͍͙́̚͝h̶̭͍̔͛ḭ̶͔̗̺̖͔̓̇n̸̞̲͇̦̰̑̈́̈̈́͆͜͝g̶̫̣̪͛̔̀
>Lyric worked most commonly at night clubs and bars where she'd encounter all sorts of people. From working joes looking to relax to music lovers trying to catch the next big hit. Eventually however she'd m̴̱̳̉̊̕ȩ̶̜̥̞̓̋͊̎è̴̲̲͂͒̀t̴̮͇͗̀́̆ ̶̣̠̥̬͕͛̅̂ͅD̴̝̀ȉ̸̧͎̹̈́͋̍g̸͙̼̘̉͝i̴̳̲͍̋͜t̶̞̫̬͖̾͗̍̈́͐̋,̵̩̞̟̎́͋͝ ̵͇̎̓͐͝w̴̰̻͈͝͝h̶̨̖̪͓͗e̷͚̒̄̓̀͜r̸̺̲̀̉̔́̚͠e̷̳̹͖̿̓͊͝ ̷̖̳̲̄̑̄̋å̵̧̛̙̲̄̏̓ͅr̶̡̳̬̈̑̍͆̕͘ę̴͍̩̾̈̍ ̸̡̜̭̻̌̂ͅy̴͎̏ó̷̱̞̈́̾̋̃u̸͓͗͊̀̔̆̚?̷̬̜̜͝ and the two become like ying and yang, Lyric being the more emotional and creative of the two while Digit was more logical and calculated.
>Together they compensated for each other's weaknesses and it didn't take long for them to fall in love. From there it seemed things could only get better, but t̵̼͖͚͚̬̒̅h̴̬̏͌͊̚̕͠ĭ̵̹̓̿̓͘n̵̻͓͆̃̈́̇͒͝g̵̨̖̩͓̜̖̀͗s̸̢̛͙̖ ̶͔̬̄̎͋̂̈́͝ͅͅo̶̢̙͕͌̀̀ṇ̴̤͎͑͝l̵̟͌̏́̀̏ẏ̸͕̽͒̇̂ ̸̘̣̪̹̌̈͝g̷̤̪̗͇͌̉̊̀̿͘o̷͇̩̤̥̍̓̆̏͠͝t̶̮̐̊̈́͜ ̴̫͝w̵̨̜̙̞̦̿̽̚ǫ̵̨̲̝̾͗̀̒͠͝r̷͕̪̻̪͍͆̌͒̈́̀s̷͇̫͉͈̔̀̈̀̓͘͜ę̵̦̩̎́̾̓͋͐ͅ.̶̛̙̰̣̐̎͗ A corporate executive who'd previously thought Digit was dead found out he was still alive and set about ȓ̴͍͍͕̙̄u̷̡͇̗̦͐̅̅̀̑ḯ̸̧̗̭̳͍̭̇͛́n̴̨̬̯̓̽̀͆i̷̘̼̰͓̜̊̊͠ǹ̷̼͊̔g̸̢͕͔̑̌ ̵̺̩̳̼̯̝͊͂͒͑̈́̍o̶̝̮̗̾̈́û̷͕̰͂ř̵̭̆̕ ̵̯̫̖̝̌̏̇̓̉͝ͅl̷̨͍̗͈̙͇̀̂̓i̶̖̼̐͋͒̍̚͠v̷̨́̕ĕ̷̠͇̹̃̆ś̶̬̥̜̟ͅ ̴̱̳̰̼͎͙͑͒b̵͚̺̱̞͗͐̔ě̶̗̄̒̽̔́f̴̘̅͊ȍ̷̝̤̖r̶͎̤̩̎̃̅̾͘͝é̸̹̓̋̓ͅ ̴͙͙̲͂̉͌̀͒t̸͈̐̎̕ĥ̶̗̓e̵͖̪͙͚̳̺̎́y̶̡̛͒̿'̸̠͓͙̼͑̆d̵̛̥̀͊͗̂̈́ ̵̢̱̙͍͘b̷͕̹͛̆̓̈́̕e̴̡̦͙̪͛̀̈́̌̿̅g̷͕̠̯̦͓̏̍̌u̵̢̨͎̖͈̩͂͊̈́͗n̷̬̪̈̓͊̋.̷͗̔ Killing anyone close enough to Digit that they may of known about any corporate secrets he might've leaked.
>T̴̬̙̩͇̹͌̽̕ȟ̸̡̢͇͝ẻ̶͙͐̆̓͘ȳ̷̠̮̊́̂ ̷̩̰̌̇͌͘ŝ̶̟ë̸̹̠͔͙́͝n̵̡͘t̵̨̪̙̥̝̂̓ ̵̝̏̈a̸̙̯͚͠ ̷̮͖̊̔̌r̶̟̙̥̱̩̗̾̔a̷͇͉̞̦͓̍̍b̸͓̾́̿͝b̵̛͓͓̘̞̬̈́̎i̷͙͓͊̊̔́͝t̸̡͓̳́̒̽ ̷͍̺̻͍̩̋̌͊ͅẗ̶̼́́̈́͒o̸͙͊͝ ̵̤́c̵̠̘̗͕̱̍͐̈́̐ͅa̴̠̠̩̋́̏̈͒̽͜t̴͕͖̼̹̬̺̆̏̓̈̄͠c̸̣͆̈́̈́h̶̹́̎̋͌̚̚ ̴̢̫̕ã̴͎̍͆̅́͝ ̶̬͓̼͆͘w̶̨͍̺̬̓͠ő̷̝̟̀̍̒͋̒ͅl̷͎̮̬̹̭̓̅͜f̴̨̯͇̖͖͇̔ and they boarded a shuttle to leave the planet, looking to start a new life somewhere the company wouldn't find them. But in the chaos Lyric was mortally wounded, desperate to save the last person he still could Digit hastily reprogrammed a batch of regeneration nanites h̴̪̞͝ḙ̸̰̋̾'̶̣̯̍̑d̸̘͒͒ ̴̳̚t̵̨͑á̶̖̫̿k̵̙͚̉̆ē̴͈n̴̞͓̈́ ̷̯͙̀̈́f̸͍͝͝ͅȑ̵͜o̴͓͓͆̈́m̶̫̎ ̶̤̄͐t̵̰͚͝h̷͚͠e̶̼͔̊ ̸͔̅̿r̵̨͒̎â̷͓͐ḃ̶̖̣b̶̝͍̚͠ḯ̵̼̅t̷͎̩̍. In his rush he unknowingly corrupted the nanites he'd given m̴̢̪̥̹̥̘̪̝̺̼͖̺̈́͊̈́̈̾̆͘͠e̸̡̝̺͙̭̘͕̠͇̺̻̎̎͛͌̔̈́̃̈́̍͒͝͝͠ͅ.̴̧̡̡͈͕͕͔̳͉͇͔́̑.̷͍͉͍͈̫̦̠͙͇̥̘̜͈͂̒̓̓̋̉̽̓̃͋̒̚.̸̮͕͉͉͕̯͚̯̣̻͈̟̟̥̲̻̙͉͐͋̈̚
>As the shuttle entered Copper Nine's orbit w̷̟͙̺͗e̵̦͘ ̶̮̯̘͋̉ẘ̶̠͚̅ͅo̷̢̅k̷̨̮̦͌̃e̵̮͛ ̴͉͌͊ṵ̵͆͛p̸͉͉̽̌,̶͇̇̈́͘ ̸̨͆ȋ̶͍͓̓̕ț̶́̽'̶̞̰̔̽̋s̸͒͊ͅ ̷̲̜̑s̵͎̲̏̇̕o̷̦͑ ̶̡̮͓̓͛d̸͖͝à̵̩̮͝r̶̙͉͂̊k̴̩̈̓̐,̴͈̞̊ ̴̼͇̇̒͠s̷̨̱̋̆ȏ̷̰̳̰̈ ̶̜̺̋̎͛ĉ̶̗̺̒͜o̷̬̓l̶̨̟̗̽d̶̙͌̿͠ͅ,̸̡̫̀ ̴̙̃s̸͈̈͗̏ó̴͓ ̶̫̔͘ț̵̬́͊h̸̠̠̚í̵̩̘̝̃́r̶̪͕͆͝͝s̶͙̯̈́t̵͙̏̏͛ỹ̷͖̅̾ͅ.̸̣̠̟͝͠Now Digit has dedicated himself to finding a way to fixing his mistake while trying to ensure she doesn't harm anybody else. A tall task considering that w̷͕̟̝̏e̷̹̪͋͝ ̶̪̾̓w̵͔͊͋ḯ̴̤͙̏ĺ̵̛̬l̸̛̻̔͘ ̴͈̻͓̿̓̐h̴̥̯̓͒͝u̶͇͖̫͌̇n̵͙̠͇̈͗t̷̨̻̫̊́ ̵̣͝ͅt̵̢̬͉̒h̵̗̾̇e̷̬̹̼̅̈͆ ̴̻́r̵͕̠̓̇a̵͓͔͚̅̀̒b̸͈̺̆̎ḃ̴̿͜i̷̟͗t̵̡̼̬͐͗s̷̡̍͝,̵̝̣̆̎ ̸̙̰̌̂̚a̶̲͇̐̀s̶̥̝̈́̾ ̵̢̫̓t̵͙͋h̵͇̝̓̇́͜ě̴̘̕͜y̸̖̻̅̾̚ ̸̣͇͍̄h̸̹͈̑͊ů̷̻͎ṇ̶̛͊̅t̵̟͖̬̀̓͠e̵̖͉͕͠d̴̝̫̆̎͝ ̶̧̲͓͒ú̸̦̝ș̵͈̭̒̂.̴̬̮͐ͅ
>If you hear distant singing or crying from deep within any mining tunnels or abandoned b̶̻̀u̷̺͘͜ï̸̬̼̼ḽ̸̟̃ḋ̵͖̕ỉ̸̧̐͗n̶̞̓g̶̯͐̒̃͜s̴̭̰̗̑̅̚,̶̢̬͆ ̸̱̊̍̃c̶̲͊̂͠ő̶̰̠̹m̴̜͂͠e̵̛̼ ̸̣̅̽̓a̵̩̜̭̋n̴̫̮̪̊̽̏d̸̟͓̂ ̵͔̗̏͝j̸̠̪͒̀ͅo̴̰̹̾i̸̛̻̓n̴͉͚̉͆͘ ̶̞̦̆̔͒ư̶͕̭͙͗̓s̷͚̦̦̽̈̆!̴̹̓̑ ̷̟̲͍̑͒M̷͇̒ȉ̷̹̹̿s̴̛̤̤̔̊e̶̠̯̓̏́r̵̛̳̖̀͠ŷ̶̗̫̯̋ ̷̯̀̕͝l̷̫̗͇͊o̵͎͉̿v̶̜͍̻̑e̶̞̼̍̅̆ș̶̩̋̐͊ ̶͔́́͐ĉ̶͚̅ỏ̷͙̳̦͋m̴̨͉̆p̵̖̤̫̒̾ạ̶̧̯̓͛̇n̸̨̨̈́̔ỹ̷͍͕.̷̟̣͎͌̚
>>257859 He is perfectly capable of doing that, just look at SSTWL, I'd put part of the blame on GLITCH or the VA's putting a little of their self depreciation humor in there while the show was being written
>Has anyone ever screwed you over? Like, really badly? So badly it changes your outlook on life?
>Well, that's what happened to Hyde when the first Squads of Murder Drones arrived on Copper Nine, his entire extended family was killed in the initial onslaught with him being left on death's door. Hyde was repaired by a Technician Drone named Ripley but he was never the same again.
>That kind of trauma changes you, breaks you down and torments you. Hyde came back but he wasn't the same person, it could've been his body not taking the new drone parts very well or the emotions he had to go through had broken him, or perhaps both.
>Whatever the case, he snapped...
>Now he's determined to not just kill every Murder Drone he finds, but make them feel the same pain he felt that day too. After Ripley modified him further, he's got the skills to back it up.
>Hyde's insanity has granted him two things, a death wish, and an absurd pain tolerance. Hyde can lose limbs, get peppered with bullets, or even have a part of his head sliced off and he'll keep coming. While he does have a pretty powerful pistol that can blow limbs off or blast your back out, he prefers using his tried and tested baseball bat to bludgeon his opponents, it's useful in defense, offense, and even swatting or blocking projectiles.
>With all of that being said it's easy for one to assume that he's just some whacko who rushes in without thinking and while it's true he's got some good improvisational skills, he actually takes tackling a Murder Drone very seriously, but with a jokey lighthearted manner.
>He can comfortably take on a single MD, two at a stretch, but never three at once, so usually, he has some kind of plan, maybe not a complex one but a plan or trick up his sleeve. He'll set up traps, attach grenades to door handles, lure you into live power cables, blast you with fireworks and loud music, and if all else fails, use a spray can and a lighter.
>Personality wise he's best described as a bad influence sibling with a side of delirium, he'll play pranks on you, joke about, and talk about that one time Khan had to build a reinforced door to the art studio because he kept drinking the paint...and murder you in a heartbeat if you get in his way.
Fhhffhhffhhfhghfhfhfhfhhggggg critical I need to do anything to smh help with Alice's reputation outside of here these wiki articles are fuckin brainrot ugh I shouldn't care but damn even the lerdwichagaul which was there for ep 6 bts didn't even really know who Alice is but I have no skills for that what do I do urgh
>When the Murder drones arrived on Copper Nine the destruction left in their wake was on a scale unseen. Broken bodies and pools of black littered the streets, for many, a stomach-churning sight, but for one, the perfect laboratory.
>Ripley was one of the very few to have access to Absolute Solver, but she specialized in the program's Repair subroutine and has special access to a program she's dubbed the Lazarus Vector, a program capable of reviving dead drones.
>So far however it's only worked on her and Hyde with differing results. Speaking of which, Hyde was found among a number of other bodies on death's door, he was taken and repaired by Ripley using the Lazarus Vector, which may have also done a number on his mind in addition to the 2nd - 3rd hand parts and trauma of survivor's guilt...eh he's fine!
>Nowadays Hyde acts as Ripley's errand boy, and whenever she has to go outside, personal bodyguard, again with differing results. Why would she need a bodyguard you may ask? Because she'd be painting an even bigger target on her back if the Murder Drones ever figured out she has AS and the ability to infinitely revive.
>That does mean though that she often has to spend time fixing up the little screwball whenever he emerges from another scrap with the local maniacs, ya take some, ya lose some.
>Personality-wise, Ripley's quite calm and collected, used to being the smartest one in the room, she'll patiently wait until a gap in the conversation before taking her turn, behaving as though she holds all the control (which thanks to AS, usually does). She doesn't take well to incompetence, something her """"partner"""" takes in stride. But when it comes time to dorn the goggles and ask the eternal question: "How long must I screw around before finding out?" She can't help but crack a grin and laugh.
>If you ever find yourself on her operating table, don't worry! It won't hurt a bit!...
>>257983 I was frustrated at imo unjust Alice slander and my inability to make everyone on the internet agree with my (objectively extremely undisputtedly truthful) takes. Point being my idling and doing nothing is causing stress over inconsequential things
>>257989 the outside fandom's understanding of the show is comically terrible, and Alice is no exception. if they still haven't gotten past their belief that Tessa was always the solver I doubt they're going to listen to the poor deer's sympathetic backstory. could you explain >even the lerdwichagaul which was there for ep 6 bts didn't even really know who Alice is because that sounded like a specific reference
Take an interstellar vacation across the stars they said... It will be the time of your life they said... Warm beaches... Sunny days... Oodles of activity and people to interact with... You were promised a millionaire's equivalent to retirement. Instead, the captain chose the exact moment to have the uber 'tism and nap behind the wheel when an asteroid bitch slapped the ship off course and subsequently killed everyone but you. God knows how you managed, but instead of having your insides scooped out through your orifices and boiled in the vacuum of space, you now live in a neverending ice age with robots made from a supposed human company that have to babysit you until you can get off the planet. It had been 2 weeks since you landed, and one of your "guardians" has been unraveling since then. J, the self-promoted leader of the trio of what she calls "Disassembly Drones", was currently giving you a mouthful about being an utter waste of her time and resources and should just kill you off. Your only salvation was that the company wasn't answering her calls to grant her permission. "I can't believe, out of all the squads, I have to babysit a fucking bum! I bet this is some joke from that bitch B! So miserable she decides to dump a worthless nobody onto my doorstep instead of drinking like the worthless alcoholic she is because I give results!"
>>257991 You can't imagine why anyone wouldn't interact with such a bundle of joy. Your eyes stray from the corporate dog to another drone, the sadistic and certified psychopath: V. She has already tuned out J and her ramblings about the pecking order and instead occupies herself with blowing bubbles. A stark contrast from the stories you have heard of her. Your eyes trail along her body, from her unnaturally well-kept hair, to her wider than average hips, all the way to her painted high heels. When your eyes trail back up, you notice she was looking at you. You quickly avert your perverted gaze and pretend to listen to J. You might have imagined it, but you believe you saw her smirk. "I need a drink..." J says exasperated. "I can whip something up for you if you'd like!" Offers N, who had been silent throughout her tirade. "If you want to put me in a better mood, N..." J starts with a low hiss. "Then stop sitting on your lazy ass and finish your quota!" N flinches but hides it with a smile and salutes. "Can do!" J scowls at him before whipping around to face V. "You - keep an eye on him. And don't lose him like you did with his chain!" V turns in her swivel chair. "I didn't 'lose it'. I just forgot where I put it." J is about to go off again when V suddenly gets up from her seat. She strides over to you and settles herself on your lap with a small grunt. "There. Now he's secured."
>>257992 ASS BIG ASS BIG DRONE ASS IS IN THE LAP ZONE NOBODY FUCKING PANIC J is radiating with rage as she began muttering an entire list of inappropriate conducts, slowly building up and ready to explode...only to deflate and leave the pod without a word. N however remained where he was, completely deflated and wearing a deeply pained look. He looks indecisive as he watches V make herself comfortable on you and ignoring his presence altogether. He opens his mouth to say something, but flinches when a loud "bang" rattles the pod. "MOVE YOUR ASS!" N gives one more look before reluctantly launching himself through the entrance and flying off. "Finally, some peace and quiet." Remarks V. Your mind still hasn't quite caught up to you so you just sit there as V's personal chair. While you attempt to settle the storm in your walnut of a brain, V wiggles around. You feel her adjusting her shapely rump, inadvertently grinding her posterior against your sheathed "pen" and even going so far as to bounce. Your face is beyond the threshold of red. You actively try not to make any noise or movements to set V off - interrupt her - while also keeping your "pen" from clicking. It was an uphill battle, if the hill were a big booty drone throwing it back like a stripper waiting for her next dollar. V then has a really long stretch. She pulls her arms behind her and arches into you, making the chair creak and lean with the shift in weight. Her hair brushes against your face and you take in her scent. There is the stench of oil and grease - no surprise - but they were oddly overshadowed by a strong aroma of lilac and a pinch of lavender. Your eyes shift to literally everywhere else to take your mind off the incredibly inappropriate proximity between man and drone. You find yourself looking into the mirror from across the room and see your burning face looking back. You also notice V looking right at you through the reflection.
>>257993 "Still not hard?" V grinds again, only it holds a different tempo than before - slow, and deliberate. "You've been ogling at my ass for awhile now. Are you so lonely that you'd settle for a drone~?" The friction is getting to you. You can barely hold your arousal back as it flows into your little buddy. You feel your tip graze her through your pants, and so does she. She drives her ass further onto your lap to get a better feel for it, the downward pressure she puts on your legs starting to hurt. Your anxiety spikes and you move to push her away, telling her you weren't in the mood. She intercepts your hands and places them onto her hips. V puts on a mock pout. "You don't like me...?" Taken aback, you stutter your words. You say that you do like her, it was just that... "You worried about your size~?" A pit forms in your stomach. V takes this moment to undo your zipper. You try to intervene, but it was already too late. Her polymetal digits tap against your genitals to get a good feel. She stops. You stop. The world stops. "Small..." Your stomach gauges itself once the word bangs against your eardrums. You go limp in your chair, hands dangling at your sides. Your anxiety gnaws at your heart, taking a delight in your misery like it was a Thanksgiving feast. Eyes closing shut, you await for the ridicule you've dreaded your entire life to arrive, to be put down as a lesser being, a laughing stock among men and women. You await the rumors that will soon come, that sneer and disgust from every girl around you. You await to eventually find those same girls with bigger, stronger, virile men that bred and enslaved those women with their cocks alone, to hear them glorify them and make noises that a woman would never make with your tiny, pitiful excuse for a dick... You drag your eyes to the reflection in the mirror, wanting to get all of it over with and see the disgust on V's face...
>>257995 >She's smiling. To your shock V tears off the barrier between her and her prize and immediately starts jerking you off, even putting in some spit on her hand to help lube you up. Still in your lap, V adjusts herself to hook your head in her arm. She bites her lip as she looks between you and your dick, her visor flushed with scanlines. Her breathing became hotter than before, steam plowing agaisnt your face with every puff. You're too stunned to catch up with what is happening. Your eyes just flick between V and your dick in her hand as she desperately tries to get it hard. She nearly smashes her lips against yours, slipping in some tongue before pulling away. "Do you want this or not?" ... Reservations put aside, you claim her lips, which she happily returns. You both moan as your tongues writhe together, completely closing the space between the two of you. Now that you were reciprocating, your penis was now eager to react to V's touch and harden in her fingers. V pulls back to focus on her ministrations, idly leaning her head against yours. Her polymetal fingers rub and squeeze around the head making you tense to her amusement. She strokes your little fella a bit more before suddenly rearranging herself again. Still facing away from you, she angles her snatch above you, her crotch hatch having slid open and revealing her synthetic flower. V smirks and wiggles her ass tauntingly. "Want this, baby~?" She purrs. You and your dick nod eagerly. She bites her lip and carefully lowers herself onto your shaft. Her warmth emanated from it, tickling your tip before it even penetrated her lips. Given its size, it wasn't hard to slip in. She is even hotter inside. The sheer heat from her nethers was enough to erase the cold from your body, and potentially melt your dick off. It was also roomy thanks to your less endowed size, but with a quick change in angle, V makes your tip scrape the roof of her silicone cave. Her faceplate contorts with every move along with restrained noises rumbling in her voice box. Among those noises was a small utterance that catches you off guard. "I didn't know it felt this good..." Wait...this is her first time as well??? With a grunt and a hitch of breath, V hilts you inside herself again to gyrate her hips. You let out shaky breaths and grasp V's hips while she puts you in a spin cycle, but being a mega virgin, it was a fruitless endeavor. Writhing in place, you fear you won't last long when she finally decides to start actually moving.
>>257996 Then V suddenly stops. She is looking at a nearby wall, her orbs hollowed as if she is petrified by something. Her expression shifts to one of contemplation, before regarding you with a very unsettling grin. You're caught by surprise when her cord whips around you and the chair to tie you together. V moves once more - rougher. Her steely hide clangs against your legs with force that threatens to break both them and the furniture beneath you. She grunts for every impact, her voice much more audible, its intensity banging off the walls of the pod enough for any potential passerby to hear. Just a moment ago she was barely able to handle having you inside her, but now she was taking it like this was a cakewalk? She raises her glorious ass enough to leave only your tip inside to gyrate around it again. She takes a sadistic delight in the face you make trying - and failing - to contain your groan. "Mmm-haahh...~ Want to know why I chose you despite your size??" She suddenly offers. Without giving you time to respond, she changes positions yet again. She reaches over to bring your heads close and leans against you while her other hand massages your balls. Her hot breath wafts across your face as she speaks."To be honest, I used to prefer men with big cocks. I saw a couple of Worker Drones going at it, and the guy was fucking hung. I thought about killing the bitch so I could have him for myself." Her words spark feelings of anger and inadequacy in you. "But the moron busted up her insides and killed her. It was funny, but a major turn off. Then I found N whacking off when no one was looking..." V glances at the wall with a smirk. "He was even bigger than the other guy, but there was no way I was letting him stuff me with that. I lost interest in big guys after that. But you...~" She leans into your ear. "You're just the size I want~" She spreads both legs and lips wide for you to delve more inside her cunt. "And with some practice, even this-!" She accentuates her word with a slam of her hips. "-can make a woman cum!" Part of you thinks this is bullshit, but with the effort she's putting into this, you feel obligated to give her a chance. Your inner walls drop, and you reach out to grasp at her luscious body. "Atta boy~" She compliments.
>>257997 You match her energy, hips moving to synergize with hers. Your hands run along her curves, palms squeezing her surprisingly soft tummy. "Don't squeeze s-s-so hard...~" ...You wonder. You give her tummy a good squeeze. And to your surprise, V stifles a noise with her hand. So that's her weakness, huh? You continue to assault the poor girl's tummy, giving her a squeeze and some belly rubs to make her squirm. The noises she made were delightful. She can barely contain her whimpering as you torment her soft, and addicting belly. "Nnnmmm-fffuck~! I need your data! Now!" The table flips once more; V gripping the chair beneath you both and slamming her needy pussy to make you claim her. You feel something in you rouse and take hold of you, forcing you into a lust-fueled frenzy. Lips are sealed once more, only V dominates you in the war of tongues. She devours your lips, even going so far as to suck and bite them with a growl like she was feral. You follow along, running your hands along her curvaceous frame and digging your nails into her sides. It spurs her on, making her even more bitey. Man and drone play with the other's bodies, exploring and marking them with bites and scratches all over. Though, your marks are less visible due to being made of flesh as opposed to your cutting-edge lover. Hips collide, tongues lull, faces twitch, moans ring out, it was so much all at once it drives you mad. All you can think about is moving your hips and the instinct to take this clanker as your bitch driving you towards release.
>>257998 You always read online that sex was beyond words, and now you understand the scope of it. Your pumping heart, the slick feeling of her walls milking your manhood, the beautiful melody of your lover's moans, and the carnal desire to breed in the moment was beyond anything you could describe. "C-Cum inside...cum inside me NOW!" You obey her wish. You summon the last of your strength to put your all into striking her sweet spot. The song of bliss reaches a crescendo, and at its peak, the gates blew open. Your bodies still as they tense, waves of euphoria washing over you as you release your seed inside her. The sheer heat that enveloped you rose even higher as she goes through the same bliss as well. "Yes! Yesss! Fu-uck yes~!" More and more of her insides were filled with your data to the point it was leaking from her entrance as it squeezes you in a vice. It kept going, and going, until there was nothing left to give. Your body slowly relaxes before collapsing. You're lightheaded as you gasp for air, your limbs twitching and burning from the exertion. V is in a similar state; she leans on you with her arms dangling at her sides, tongue hanging past her lips as puffs of hot steam leave her maw. Both of you sit there, basking in the glow of your orgasm as you recover. V was the first to move, limbs shaking as she carefully turns around to face you. Her optics were shaped like hearts. She leans in and kisses you. The feel of her lips brings your focus to them and you reciprocate. It was slow, and passionate before V brings her lips elsewhere. She draws near your neck, fangs gleaming in the light before sinking into your flesh. You barely feel it at all. Drops of red pour down V's throat as she nurses your wound until she was satisfied. Body lazily draped over yours, she leans into the crook of your neck and lets out a content sigh, as well as a cat's purr. You didn't think a drone could even purr until now. Slowly, you run your fingers through strands of her hair. She purrs louder and burrows her faceplate into your neck and rubbing it all over like a real feline. You could get used to this.
>>257999 This wasn't fair. He did everything he was tasked with. Hunt. Kill. Build. Even taking a beating whenever J was in one of her moods. He tries, and he tries, yet no matter what he does, neither of them appreciated his efforts. Then the human came... Given J's treatment of him being similar, he pitied him and had even hoped to be friends. Had. He wasn't here nearly as long as them, and has done nothing but sit around while they did their jobs. So why did she choose him? Had they been a thing this whole time? How did it happen? ...Why couldn't it have been him? N shudders as he strokes his manhood, the cold air tickling it almost pleasantly. He peeks over his shoulder and sees J still hanging from the spire, deep in sleep mode. He directs his focus back to the ship, his vision penetrating through the walls and peering inside. Both V and the human were going at it again, only this time V is bound in rope and collar and bent over the inoperable console. The human held her tail in a fist, using it to keep her close while he takes her from behind; she loves it. It was their third round, and counting. The human had gotten better, and quickly usurped V from the dominant role. She didn't fight back; she loved being powerless for once and being taken so roughly as though it was by an animal. N learned this through their sessions. Ever since their first time, he had watched them rut again, and again, and again like rabbits. Each time he catches them, he just sits there and watches. He doesn't know what got into him. He just...couldn't muster the strength to do anything about it. He imagines himself in the humans place. The one holding her leash, the one she looks at with those eyes, the one able to touch her, the one marked by her. N supresses a sob as he recalls that moment. It was like a knife dug into his core and kept digging further down. If only he had known. If only he had known what his chances really were, he would've taken it without hesitation. Then he'd be the one to... No...She already knew about his size and still distanced herself. What did it matter now? "Yes~! Make me your whore!" N's breath shudders, and pixilated tears drop from his ellipses. This is shameful. To think he would turn out like this. He's nothing but a spectator watching another man claim his woman. And yet...this was the closest thing to seeing V in one of his fantasies.
>>258000 He watches as you drive your tiny cock into V's pussy, having just enough to strike her at the right spot to make her back arch.
He would have gone deeper...
You spank her, the metal surface giving off a harsh sound. You shook your hand in pain, regret in your eyes.
He would've handled the pain...
You grunt, taking hold of V's curvy hips to steady yourself as you draw near release. You let V know this.
He would've lasted longer...
"SHUT UP AND FUCK ME!"
He would've done it whenever she wanted...
The moaning increases in intensity, your movements becoming less refined and more desperate. N increases his own tempo as his hand slides all along his girth. His digits dig into it enough to make his hips buck for more. N imagines V being the one touching him, stroking her hands along his delicate organ while looking him in the eyes with her mouth wide open and ready for his spunk. The phantom hand moves faster, and faster, desperate to make him spill his contents all over that angelic face. The sounds of bliss reaches his receivers just as he goes over the edge. N imagines himself inside of V as he too reaches his peak. He whimpers, and his expression scrunches as he blows his load all over the snow. The pile of nanite infested spunk slowly grows into a puddle before him, the white mixing nicely with the terrain. His mast droops as he finishes, retracting back inside its hatch along with his numb balls. Breath ragged, he peers inside the ship to see the human had pulled out. Drips of his data fall onto the floor while V catches her breath. Her angelic voice is soft like silk, making his core taut; the feeling is accompanied by heartache. His breath shudders as he lets out a few sobs. Is this how it's going to be now? Is he alive to just be put down for another's gain? Is he really not meant to find companionship, or even love? N slowly looks back at J again, undisturbed by the world around her. He grimaces, but feels a spark of hope. N focuses back to the ship when he hears V speak.
>in the slums of megacities, drones don't exist >those that step foot down there are ripped apart for spare parts >workers, disassemblers, sentinels, doesn't matter >what matters is how can the parts be welded in for how much
>>257990 I agree with that >Could you explain I was refering one of the GlitchInn events from September 15 2024, Murder drones Behind The Scenes (BTS), this time they largely covered episode 6, 75% of that event were dedicated to 6, images like pic rel are recordings from it. I can give it to you if you don't have it but that will take w while since idk where I saved it. Anyways I'll give you a more detailled answer later but the chat was asking for Alice as soon as we got to episode 6, after 10 minutes he noticed and it took about 10-20 seconds until it seemed to click. My memory might be wrong about the dezails but I can remember being rather disappointed and somewhat frustrated even at him seemingly not even having her on his mind, sure he's a founder but at the time Glitch had 50 relevant or named characters tops and none of the same name so that's where the appalation (kek?) at this came from
>>258009 Anon a drone can take out a tank nowadays. Engineering doesn't matter when the other side is willing to do things that the design wasn't built to withstand.
Beat Sentinel Drones with this simple trick! (Really works!) >Five minute video of a sentinel drone trying to escape an oogi that waddles blindly around for food.
>>258044 Many such cases. Bootlooping can happen (canonicaly) by any freakchance of sensory input, a specific flash is just one. Tendency to bootloop was targeted in sentineldevelopment and is apparently so inherent that even in DDs it wasn't removed. Very intimate if you think about it
>>258052 Real talk, imagine what getting uppies for the first time since being turned into a genocide robot by Vore Satan decades ago would feel like to a DD.
>>258060 I wish they'd make a base WD and DD kit. Do you mean literal stickers or decals? They should be, painting them on is no option if stickers are already difficult
>>258063 If peelimg is the issue wouldn't painting be an option? Alternatively clearcoat them like is normally done with decals Or alternatively you can apply acetone or any thin polystyrene glue to melt them into the plastic, I do this with decals on textured surfaces and is the best method by far since they are attached more firm than any paint can be now. Perhaps this destroys print on sticker tho
Imagine marrying Alice and having her stalking you throughout the house She'd be crawling around the ceiling on specially installed hand grooves for her The vents would be big enough for her to fit in She'd take every opportunity to pounce on you when you least expect it And then she'd smother you in kisses
>Not every worker drone was made equal, while the bulk of them were made for cheap manual labour there also exists the Specialised Worker Drone (or S.W.D for short) models, these are a class of workers built for more specialised roles. In this case that would be the complex and sometimes dangerous task of starship repair.
>The vacuum of space is not a forgiving place, but instead of having to go through the trouble of hiring a fragile human that requires sleep, food, oxygen and other drains on your wallet why not rent a Ship Repair Drone! JC jenson( IN SPAAAAAACE) has a wide range that'll suit your starcraft's needs. From routine maintenance to emergency repairs, the ship repair drone will cover everything!
>These drones come equipped with their own space suit for blocking out cosmic radiation and stopping any damage to their sensitive electronics, a zero-g thruster pack for traversing the cold nothingness that is the void! The drone also has energy tethers for moving distant heavy objects, with a minimum strength of 100kg and a maximum strength of a whopping 7,000kg! You can be sure your tin can's not hitting any asteroids! That's not all, with a scanner for seeing the problem no matter the barrier and access to a database containing ship component catalogues and their repair manuals, repair drones can not only translate any kind of error code your looking at into an understandable problem but can see faulty parts before disaster strikes!
>>258064 I lack the setup, budget, patience, and coordination to do anything that in-depth. I just straight build, occasionally panel line if the kit calls for it.
>>258079 >The two Us turn to look around at who's interrupting them >Each turns one hand into a fire extinguisher nozzle and sprays the offender until he leaves
>ANON! >YOU MUST FUCK YOUR COUSIN TESSA ANOOOON! >THE ELLIOTT BLOODLINE WILL DIE WITH HER IF YOU DON'T! >SHE HAS THREE PET DRONES AND I THINK SHE'S ABOUT TO FIND A FOURTH! >SHE DRESSES THEM UP LIKE THEY'RE PEOPLE! >ANOOOOOON!!!!