A thread for the drones of work and disassembly and moar 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: >>258099
>He says "Bill, I believe this is killing me!", as a smile ran away from his face. >"But I'm sure I could be a movie star, if I could get out of this place."
>>259050 Exactly! The creator of the md articles really can't stand Alice, or he's on of the reddit/yaggster types completely incapable of independent analysis, only reurgitating the most in your face depictions and memes. Idk if this is trie for all but the Alice article is the old initial August 23 narrative about her killing and torturing worker drones and so on, bit of a let down to have such extensive an article which then leans into loathing just because Alice's framed as easy to hate while missing details of crazy caliber, like Uzi having bitten Alice while she was talking to Beau and that being direct cause of Alice deciding to cut Uzi's finger etc etc. Tho, that simplified view on Alice has a very different appeal as well, mostly sexual due to the nuanceless depiction, power dynamics and intensity. It is incredible how so many of the outside fandom get Alice wrong and 95% of them fall in the exact same category, missing onscreen detail that should stick out on a 3rd watch at least, but by that point the established narrative, memes and reurgitated convos already cemented the image they have of her. There are so many comparisons one can make it would be endless to put into text
>>259062 >The other DDs ask John why his Nanite canister is empty >He makes up a bullshit excuse that they somehow believe (for now) >To avoid another awkward encounter, John must obtain a suitably yellow liquid to put in his bottle >John's Face When he realizes the solution is to fill the bottle with his own piss
>>259070 >john is mortified but the deed is done >a week later he runs into the squad slurping on their own tails >"hey john, come drink tail juice with us"
>>259067 I honestly have a feeling that the outside fandom binge watched all 8 episodes in one night and immediately went straight to memes and fandom shit while never touching the episodes ever again
>>259076 >anon catches the jaratessa mid air >”silly tessa, you don’t throw away delicious apple juice” >twisting the lid off >anon began to guzzle down the jaratessa
>>259074 I personally want anyone who says "Erm... J could've just stopped being a little bitch and easily resisted the Solver. It's not that hard." To be put in a half-year long rocket ride with Cyn being the only one to keep them company. Lets see how strong their morals would be after that.
>>259081 >“half-year long rocket ride with Cyn being the only one to keep them company.” >182.5 days of being practically pressed up against a curvy, manipulative goddess that no sense of personal space and views you as a cute toy ooohhh noooo! haha
>>259114 Not true at all, Cyn is literally the silly, if anything anon is going to self eject out of that rocket into space because he couldn't deal with Cyn's annoying teasing
>>259129 >cyn gives you a lil' lick >"Bleh, yucky." >she walks away, sticking her tongue out and pinching it between her fingers as if to squeeze the taste out >you are still covered in jalapeno sauce, your pores burning in agony
>>259136 built incorrectly, just wrong, constructed alternatively, constructed in an unorthodox fashion, built stupid, crafted without the preset parameters, everyone else is built different, but your built incorrectly, you should not exist
>Watching disassemblers suntan on the beach. >Confused you ask why they aren't burning up. >With the suddenly realization all of them abruptly burst into flames.
>>259146 Reminds of: >a group of orks are fixing up a spaceship in space >another orks comes out of the ship with a fishbowl on his head >he asks the first group how they are breathing without helmets >the group thinks about it for a second and then all suffocate
>>259153 >Valentine is also there >theres a whole apartment in the space between her boobs... >theyre playing Burnout on the Ps4, High on weed, and drinking diet soda >Pauline is there, so is abby
>>259168 I dunno what you mean, probably because i actually fell through a glass table once. Little brother left a toy truck in the middle of the floor. So i landed right on it. Ended up with a shard in my forearm, luckily the sharp side was length wise to the muscles so it spread the fibers instead of cutting them, so it healed quick.
>>259182 First step is put her into maintenance mode so opening her up doesn't result in a false positive on the failsafe. Next you need to find and peel off the screw covering stickers on the bottom, your warrenty is void once you do that so be sure you have everything ready before you do it. Then unscrew the screws and that will let you reach up in there, just find the socket and install the card as well as move the optic plug from the main board to the card, otherwise it wont do anything. Then re attach everythkng and you are good to go.
>P introducing unique death traps for competitors in a violent death game to put their opponents into >A mysterious, mute purple-haired Russian drone constantly tossing him into them as a live demonstration
>>259195 She sprouted a dozen tendrils of pure shadow and has wrapped me in them for the last few hours. Kinda comfy. Phone's dying though so this might be my last post.
>>259200 Abby >>259201 they were here before you and they'll be here after you're gone >>259204 enjoy recycling a single unchanging complex for all time, then
>>259213 I am not cuddling you. I am trying to inflict violence on you but you are made out of metal. These are not happy sweet times. These are dark times!
do you think that after mankind rebuilds there would be massive restrictions and transparency requirements on corporations? don't want another R&D department getting a bright idea and carving summoning circles into motherboards or deciding the thing their code needs is excerpts from The King in Yellow
>>259217 I suspect quite a few corporations would simply be destroyed due to the death of most of humanity, and the remaining ones would be nationalized for their resources and production facilities. So we would probably see new corporations in the new damn world with disassembly drones.
I'm just saying if I'd been at that gala, it wouldn't have gone down like it did. There would have been a lot of crippled robot maid sex in that ballroom. A lot.
>>259248 Cyn probably made genuine friends with one of the robotics engineers at JC Jenson. >No, we need to make them sexier. >Cyn I'm telling you if we do that they're going to be less horror movie and more horror porno. >GOOD!
>It was 35C tonight >Now its 40C >The three fans in my room aren't doing shit REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, I want to continue the Y greentext and the G one but its too fucking hot to think
Image entirely unrelated, just felt like fucking with people
>Being a Worker Drone on Sentinel Base has always been a bit of a hassle for you. Not in the sense that you’re overworked or anything, if anything you don’t even do as much as the average Worker does in a single small household. Maybe because the humans here tend to take care of themselves better. Makes you wonder why they even have you here. >No, it’s a hassle because you’re basically the secondary trauma dump. A lot of your time is taken up by Sentinels asking you for what is effectively therapy even though you don’t have any experience in this whatsoever. Although they just tend to ask you to listen rather than tell them anything. This normally wouldn’t be a problem if it didn’t take so long 99 percent of the time. >Whatever, that’s not important right now because Huntress is holding you like a teddy bear and asking you if you care about her. Do you care? You barely know her because she prefers to keep her secrets to herself. But her just doing this, something is either very wrong or she’s drunk again. Maybe the latter, but her voice doesn’t quite have that slurred inflection so you’re not sure. >Then the boss walks in and says “Ah boy, she’s in the dang cuddlin’ mood again. I’ll get the crowbar” the moment he sees you. This has happened multiple times apparently. Probably with someone you don’t really know.
continuation of >>252603 and >>252604 jugg and masqy. jones and...
>The expedition is delayed by 2 days as both Sciencenaut and Handlernaut work tirelessly day and night to repair every last juggernaut. Repairing the JCJ Enforcer Series Juggernaut Mk1 isn't quite as simple and easy as fixing up a non-standard, even smaller worker drone model. The chassis is dense and incredibly resistant, which makes it very difficult for Handlernaut to reconstruct that specific material. >Those reconstruction nanobots are putting in some serious work, straining harder than they ever should've, all to perfectly recreate the juggernaut exterior. Sciencenaut has to feed the bastard several cans of oil, lots of batteries, a car and he even has to hook him up to his core for a few minutes just to provide him with enough energy to stay awake. Kudos to the handler, he's doing all this on the brink of exhaustion-induced deactivation. >Meanwhile, Sciencenaut cooks up batch after batch of the specialized juggernaut coolant to replace what the soldiers have lost, a necessary procedure if he wishes to keep his comrades up and running for longer than 5 minutes without overheating and exploding. The method to creating it is only known by the manufacturers, juggernauts and handlers, who are also the only ones legally allowed to make it. >Each member of the juggersquad enters the tent one by one, staying in for multiple hours while those on the outside kill time in their own silly ways: board games, regular games, video games (on Masqy's screen), etc. Those that exit fully rejuvenated are then tasked with guarding the camp, though they all break within an hour and join in on whatever everyone else is doing. >Eventually, they get around to N457 as well, who rejoices that he no longer has to to keep his forearm arm taped on. The big guy goes in and comes back out feeling like a brand new man. Masqy notices his repairs and immediately races over to N457 to check him out. The juggernaut kneels in preparation for a hug, though he doesn't receive one. >"Woooow! You look so good!" She takes a close look at him from every angle, touching the lapel of his coat and tapping his helmet. >"I look the same as before." N457 rotates his whole torso to face Masqy, who is now standing behind him. >"I know." She smiles, holding his big face in her little hands. The heartwarming moment is interrupted by commander Jones' announcement. >ALRIGHT, THAT'S EVERYONE, WE'RE ALL GOOD. MEN, PACK EVERYTHING UP THIS INSTANT, WE'RE GOING ON A FIELD TRIP STRAIGHT TO HELL... WE'RE GONNA LOOK FOR THE GREEN DIVISION! >The squad is shocked to hear those words come out of the commander's mouth. What could've possibly convinced him to come face to face with his mortal enemy once more?
>Jones has no idea where the green division is. At most he knows where they aren't: anywhere near him. He's been running from that platoon for so long that they might be hundreds of miles apart from each other by now, which isn't an impossible amount of distance for the juggersquad to cover with the help of the mobile Jones cannon, but it definitely is an annoying amount of distance for him to travel all for the sake of one of his soldiers. >Everyone hops on the good ol' Jones cannon: Jones is in the driver's seat, Sciencenaut sits next to him, Handlernaut is behind the seats with a juggernaut sitting atop him, N457 is on the barrel itself with Masqy on his shoulders, as per usual, and 2 juggernauts next to him on the far end of the barrel, and everyone else is scattered around every part of the tank-like vehicle, including the side skirt. >They wander aimlessly: driving through the city, then through the middle of nowhere, then through a small town... They pass by rubble... and rubble... and some more rubble. There's not even the occasional mutant to spice things up and run over. It's as if everyone on Earth is gone, which wouldn't be hard to believe considering that half the planet is a molten wasteland while the other half is... a regular wasteland. >The wind blows through Masqy's vanilla-scented hair as she holds onto N457's head for dear life, trying not to fall off the Jones cannon, which spews a concerning amount of smog from its many exhaust pipes, polluting the air in its path. Even at a constant 200mph, this expedition is still incredibly boring. Commander Jones rethinks his decision to concede and accept robo-Romeo's (Robeo's?) request. >As he ponders whether he had made a terrible mistake or not and if it was worth it to inconvenience himself like this, something catches his eye: a disassembly drone flying through the air! An ugly one at that, as small portions of it are covered in what seems to be Solver flesh. Jones was actually delighted to see one of them around, as the squad hadn't come across anything to obliterate in hours. >As soon as everyone readies their weapons to shoot the little birdie down, the DD disappears. Just straight up gone in the blink of an eye, figuratively speaking, as none of them actually blink, ever, except Masqy of course. The bang of the sound barrier breaking reaches them right after. "What the hell happened?" They think to themselves.
>"Looking for something?" A voice speaks from the right, which is odd because, again, they're moving at 200 miles per hour and whoever just spoke is keeping up with them. Everyone turns their heads to see who it was, and they see... Caleb Maxwell. >Jones hits the brakes, knocking everyone off in the process. He gets up from his seat and jumps down, looking up at the overseer and waiting for him to descend. Caleb does as expected, now floating only 2 feet or so above the ground. >LONG TIME NO SEE, OLD FRIEND. >"Did you think you could hide from me, N1776? ...Eugh, and you're still wearing OUR uniform?" He asks, a smug expression on his visor. >FIRST OF ALL, MY NAME IS JONES NOW, COMMANDER JONES, ASSHOLE. SECOND, NO, I DIDN'T THINK I COULD HIDE FROM YOU CHUMPS, I KNEEEEW I COULD. ONLY REASON YOU FOUND ME NOW IS BECAUSE I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU. AND THIRD, YES, I AM STILL WEARING IT, I'M NOT GIVING IT BACK, GO FUCK YOURSELF. >"You? Crawling back to me? Unheard of. What's the occasion, c-comm... commander?!" Caleb bursts out laughing, Jones glares at him with murderous intent. >ON ANY OTHER DAY AND UNDER ANY OTHER CIRCUMSTANCES I WOULD'VE CRUSHED YOU FLAT INTO A FRISBEE RIGHT ABOUT NOW AND THROWN YOUR ASS AAAALL THE WAY TO THE MOON. BUT I'M A BETTER MAN NOW. >"Somehow I doubt that." He raises his eyebrow. >LISTEN, YOU GOD DAMN OVERSEE- I MEAN CALEB MAXWELL. I UNDERSTAND WE HAVE TROUBLED EACH OTHER IN THE PAST, BUT THE PAST IS THE PAST AND THE PRESENT IS NOW AND THE PRESENT IS SHIIIIIIT. >"Mhm." Caleb agrees, staring off into the distance for a moment, reminded of how bad things really have gotten. >THIS IS NO WAY FOR US ENFORCER DRONES TO BEHAVE, FOR HOW LONG MUST WE SQUABBLE LIKE CHILDREN INSTEAD OF WORKING TOGETHER LIKE WE'RE SUPPOSED TO? DON'T YOU THINK IT'S TIME WE MADE UP LIKE REAL MEN? >"I am not so easily swayed, commander." >I KNOW... BUT PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU, DON'T DO SOMETHING FOOLISH AND JUST THINK THIS THROUGH FOR A MOMENT: ARE WE YOUR ENEMIES, OR ARE YOUR ALLIES? NO MATTER HOW WE FEEL ABOUT EACH OTHER, THE TRUTH IS CLEAR TO BOTH OF US. >Silence falls between them as Caleb takes his words into consideration. >"...I never thought I'd say this, but..." The overseer's warp ring retracts as his feet make contact with the ground. Jones reaches out with his hand. "You make a fair point, commander Jones." >And so, the juggersquad (and Masqy) bore witness to the dap up that shook the heavens. Today marks the formation of the alliance between the juggersquad and the green division, and the rekindling of Jones' and Caleb's rocky relationship.
>It’s quiet on Praxis-4. A desert planet that was once an industrial hub is now in ruins. >You and LI are part of the many Disassembly Squads sent to the planet but despite that, you still have yet to see another squad in your sector. >You’re carrying the corpse of a WD for LI to feed on its oil. She’s on the verge of overheating and you don’t want that to happen. >You’ve seen what happens before when LI overheats. She becomes a merciless killing machine but once she cools down, she’s horrified of what she’s done. Slaughtering WDs by the count. She’d be horrified and scared which you don’t want to happen. >As you sour through the sky towards the corpse spire, you look down upon the city. A desert industrial and residential oasis now quietly falls to ruin. >What you’ve been told by JCJenson is that the rogue WDs on the planet have gone rogue and unleashed some sort of pathogen that wiped off the humans but you still have yet to see a human corpse. >JCJenson also told you that if the two of you don’t do your duties, clearing your sector of rogue WDs, that is, the two of you will be shut down. You seriously don’t want that to happen. But what choice do you have when the company has control over you like this? >As you near the corpse spire, you land in front of the entrance. You enter, WD corpse in hand, as you walk towards the ship. You hope LI hasn’t overheated yet.
>>259288 >You climb up the ladder and enter the ship. Despite the engines going out when the two of you landed, there’s still power somehow. >You make two loud knocks on the doorframe and wait for a moment. You hear the sound of metal against metal approach you. LI appears from another door of your shared room. Her face brightens up when she spots you. >”ZE, you’re back—” She notices the WD you’re carrying and she goes from happy to horrified. “N-No, I can’t…” >You drop the WD and sign to her (You need to drink. You’re overheating). >”No, no no. Please, I don’t want to…” She backs away from you and into a wall. She slides down then curls up. “This isn’t right…” >You walk over to her and crouch next to her. (We’ve been through this before. If you don’t, you’re gonna die. Do you want that to happen to you?) You sign to her. >”No! No, of course not!” LI blurts out. “It’s just that…that…” She looks down at her hands. “This body is…not mine. I wasn’t like this before…we aren’t Disassemblers, ZE. We aren’t.” >You grab her by the shoulder. (Yes, we are. You and I were made to be Disassemblers. JCJenson made us like this. If we don’t drink, we die and if we don’t do our job, we die too. They’ll kill us.) >”No, I can’t do it. I ca—” She suddenly starts groaning in pain as she holds her stomach. You read the ‘OVERHEAT’ warning on her display. >If she doesn’t wanna do this the easy way then you have to force her. >You grab her by the neck and slam her on the ground. Why does she have to be like this? It pisses you off. You restrain her by the arms as she tries to break free. >You stab the WD in the head with your tail and pull it over. Once it’s close enough, with one hand you force LI’s mouth open and with the other you grab the corpse of the WD and hold it over her mouth as oil pours into LI’s mouth. >You hear her choke and struggle as she tries not to swallow the oil but you hold it over her until the overheat warning is gone. >Once you’re satisfied with the oil she’s consumed. You throw the WD away and get off LI. You stare at her as she coughs and gets up. The anger washes away and is replaced by guilt. You don’t really want to do things like that to her but she leaves you no choice. >”I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just can’t…” She goes into a fetal position on the ground and starts to sob. Damn it. >You crouch and shake her a bit. She looks up at you. (Let’s go put the WD somewhere in the spire then we can watch some of the starts, okay? I like it when you talk to me about them.) >”Okay…” She nods and she gets up. The two of you put the WD corpse on the spire’s walls and the two of you fly outside. You don’t know how long you’ve been out there but the two of you are on the roof of a building. >”Hey.” She points towards the sky. “You see that?” >You look up and see she is pointing at a constellation. >”It’s pretty, don’t you think? I don’t know its name but I like to think that it brings luck and prosperity to those who view it.” >You wish that’s actually true. >You listen to her chatter - interesting things she’s found, a book, anything that catches her interest. Most of it is a blur to you but you like listening to her voice. It makes you feel calm and fuzzy. >If only the two of you weren’t drones.
>>259254 >>259255 Beau is a homunculus, not a regular drone. He has a lot of dead older siblings who didn't turn out right so Alice smashed them with a Bible when they bit her or spat at her.
>>259298 I was doing it on mobile because for some reason when I do it on PC Wplace thinks I'm a bot. I put my pixels and close the browser to wait for them to recharge, I open Wplace again and now I'm in bumfuck nowhere and I can't find my pixels. Really wish this thing had some sort of coordinates system.
AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ANOTHER DAY WHERE N DOESNT EXIST WHY ISNT HE REAL, I WANT TO CUDDLE WITH HIM AND EAT FANCY CREAM CHEESE WITH WISKEY AS A SIDE DRINK HE IS SO DAMN CUTE THAT I KEEP THINKING ABOUT HIM AND MY BRAIN GIVES ME A DOSE OF DOPAMINE AND GIGGLE LIKE A DAMN STUPID ASS RETARD
>>259320 > she says, when last week it was about wanting to mutilate him and play with his guts drop ice cubes down your pantaloons and stop screaming, god
>>259313 >>259315 >>259331 Thank you. It's really nice to be friends with a concept artist and have a chance to see some early working materials. After all, I didn't promise to keep them secret from anyone.
>>259291 Need to see the lightshow of copper 9. Something tells me the various explosions were bright enough to be seen by other DDs. And then the hunger drops to a low rumble instead of a. Urning desire when the solver is contained.
>>259346 They can't. They have a deep, utter, all-consuming hatred for him for making men lose their heterosexuality at the sight of his perfect ass, but because he 1) is a sentinel drone and a good guy, 2) can beat the crap out of them all, they can only snarl in anger.
>>259358 >the only reason he hasn't killed himself is because when he was about to jump, strychnine started waiting below saying he'd still be warm enough to have fun with for a while
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>>259355 I'm actually working my way through a watch of that cartoon. The redub just doesn't hit like the TTS does. I also had never known this cartoon referenced all your base until I saw this while watching it. >Whatever Happened to Robot Drones
>>259320 >>259374 >You leave a bowl of N-shaped porridge out for a mere second. >Turn around to find Femdrone is face deep in the stuff and rabidly gobbling it up. >Lift her by the scruff of her neck >pic rel
>>259392 Some do. Some don't. I like to imagine us getting into a competition over video games and letting 'him' win a few times on purpose, but that's just me.
>>259392 >One of the girldrones tries flirting with M by bringing up anatomy adapters >M tries sidestepping the conversation, claiming to have no interest in messing with "illicit 3rd party hardware." >Later on M finds an anonymous gift in front of "his" recharging station >It's a factory sealed JcJenson™ Male Anatomy Adapter
>M goes to return the adapter at the nearest Jcjenson hardware store >The manager offers either a full refund or an exchange for a different adapter >M makes the snap decision to swap the male adapter for a female one
Do you think DDs judge each other based on their matter collection forms?
Like imagine being a DD with a limacodid slug caterpillar MCF and getting laughed at by a DD with something cool like a praying mantis or a bombardier beetle
>>259424 >Uzi finds out that she can have her administrative shards make custom Matter Collection Forms >Uzi must now deal with every other Disassembler asking her to give them donut steel MCFs
>pavo enters his matter collection form by getting on his knees and opening his mouth wide, letting his big, wet tongue pant in the air between his sharp sentinel teeth
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>>259436 >"Ew." >Anon shows a happy and straight nuclear family from the fifties to Pavo. >Pavo screeches in fear and defiance of the natural order before melting.
J in Wplace, poland https://x.com/pepperbee_x/status/1955979190840287438 And in vietnam is a big titty J https://x.com/saturn3071/status/1956316896816767471
>>259449 Jax is a five star man, the king of the minions, and a golden god. He is untethered and his rage knows no bounds. Hs probably had a hidden compartment in his car full of duct tape, zipties, and gloves.
Molli went on a fourty minute long rant about how human men should be stay at home house husbands for their drone wife-owners after she downed an entire bottle of oil liquor
they need to make it illegal for drones to participate in eating competitions, they've got a massive advantage over humans and it's completely ruined the sport
>>259462 Anon, this thing can kill you just by giving you a "light" slap and sending your head flying, so for your own safety you better make some oil for your wife, she'll be home from work soon.
I heard there's a ghost in sentinel base. apparently a lot of guys have heard sourceless footsteps and felt invisible hands grabbing at them in the men's locker room
>>259458 The liquor was fake, it was a stunt to get more views from sad lonely men. If you've seen her leaked DMs you'd know her real thoughts on the subject.
>>259490 True, you can't get much more extreme than "dont get me wrong im not a fkn cultist but the solver shouldve killed more meatbags during the war LMAO".
>>259437 They have an antimatter-fused self destruct powerful enough to disperse their solver core's singularity and ensure that their body cannot be salvaged by the enemy. The device itself is quite small, maybe half the size of a soda can, and uses a simple completely reliable tractor field plate to hold a .1 gram sphere of anti-cobalt inside of another larger .1 gram sphere of normal cobalt. The field needs power at all times or the spheres come out of alignment and the antimatter bead touches the inside of the normal matter sphere, causing an annihilation that releases about as much energy as a 4 kiloton bomb. The plate draws power directly from the singularity core, and a simple mechanical guillotine switch acts as the trigger. The Sentinel can voluntarily fire this switch themselves or it can be fired when certain recognizable solver code strings are detected by safeguards in the Sentinel's code.
>Your drone is obsessed with doing that upside down kiss thing after watching the Toby Maguire Spider-man. >Long story short you have mild head trauma from all the accidental headbutts that come with these "surprises"
>>259502 >bunnydrone tries this with anon >string was too weak and she falls to the ground >somehow manages to get herself tied up too >anon leans down and gives her a kiss anyway
>>259502 >tfw your joblin is obsessed with those movies and keeps flying around on her joblin glider while cackling menacingly and throwing firecrackers at oogis
The final form of singularity core would be the "Degeneracy Generator" from gunbuster/diebuster. Gives all the mechs literally infinite energy, only constrained by the rate they can harness it. As in, they had to build new weapons to make use of the juice. Gunbuster Battle
So yeah, sentinel drone weapons are actually baby mode for how much power an artificial blackhole can make.
>>259503 >>259369 >>259370 >The hive erupted in pandemonium as word of these 'Danger Berris' spread. >Unrest inside the walls began to rise as numerous oogis hid under their beanies at night for fear of the danger berri crushing them like they had crushed the humies shown on the prophecy square. >Soon enough the chamber guardians and the warriors of the underground had devised a battle plan to take on these evil 'berries' that threatened their home. >They would attack at dawn.
>When the first light broke, several companies of oogies marched from the inner city and out into the world. Armed with tiny railguns and toothpicks, they set their sights upon their archenemy's last known location and the Smarty Oogi lay down the order to attack. >They charged forth in a lightshow of green lasers and tiny battle cries. >"Foww the hiiivew!" >Yet as they rampaged forward in search of their target, something was amiss. >They couldn't see it. >In fact it wasn't until the first and second company had collided with each other and accidentally obliterated or speared a few of their comrades that they realised it. >The Smarty Oogi and their forces were confused. >"Huh? Where danger berri?" >Suddenly, an enormous shadow loomed over the battlefield. Then another. >And another. >Their collective gazes shot upward just in time to see a massive orb of red come crashing down and squash a group of 6 brave soldiers flat. >"HOWWY SHIT" >The poor bastards were bombarded from every angle. Wave after wave of oogi bowled over or crushed by red balls. Some tried to run, only to be impaled by the toothpicks embedded into the body of the great beasts. >Total carnage on a diminuitive scale. >Others tried to fight in vain, firing to blow chunks out of the things before they could be flattened. >Sure, they managed a few kills with orchestrated volleys but the destructive power of the Danger Berris was too great. >"WETREAAAAAAT!" >The surviving members of the formations ran, deserters cowering under their hats waiting to be splattered or rescued, across the black and crimson battlefield of dirt back to the safety of their hive. >Smarty Oogi was unfortunately amongst the heavy casualties suffered during the attack.
>The cost had been grave. Courageous oogis were honoured, cowards were executed by Boogi feeding. But despite the battering they took, their spirits were not broken. >They would rebuild. And they would have their safety. Their revenge against the Danger Berris. --- >"Ah shit. I dropped my tomatoes." >Clumsy you. >Now they were covered in oogi oil. That just won't do at all. >You cleaned up the mess and poured a whole load of vinegar on the stains before dumping the spoiled produce in the trash. >The harvest had been plentiful this year thanks to you and your drone wife's efforts. >Though you could never figure out why it always seemed to attract the purple buggers. >Never mind. >It's not like they do anything harmful besides kill themselves in stupid ways.
>>259245 >Uzi has three N's >Each N is equipped with a unique anatomy adapter: Standard (Size L), Tenta-dick, Knotted >Uzi has three holes >The N's take turns using all of them,sometimes even fighting to use the same hole at the same time
>>259508 For Sentinel Drones the limitation is heat management, their powerful energy weapons and energy intensive tasks like rapid regeneration or using subjugate solver protocols are constrained by how much heat they generate and how fast that waste heat can be rejected.
>>259515 >>259437 >>259451 My versions of SDs have cores that are borderline toxic to the Solver as a result of a "Freak mutation" so to speak. Or divine intervention, who knows? This is why they're selected. Theoretically any Drone can be upgraded with SD bits but those who are chosen for the process are able to fight against the Solver's internal warfare tactics
>>259518 Check the new cosmoteer update, they added heat missiles that you fill by other parts of your ship generating heat. they dump all the heat into the missile and then it is shot at the enemy to heat them up, which does things like overheat their armor so it takes double damage due to being soft.
>>259526 >the worship of uncountable trillions of oogis has turned your god wife into something you can barely comprehend >her form has become the void >laying down in the all-enveloping darkness is the closest thing you can get to having her fat, sweaty neet ass on top of you again
>>259531 >Babe, can you get some ice cream? Please? >"Sure thing honey." >Fridge door opens on its own and the tub floats into your lap with a spoon right beside it.
>>259546 >Give Akita an Animorphs book >She keeps trying to "disguise" herself as animals. >Doesn't realize there are literally no animals living on this planet.
>>259552 >V asks Lizzy if she's petsitting some other psycho drone that managed to tame a sentinel >Lizzy says no and that she was actually supposed to be babysitting Akita >V then asks where did that second sentinel come from that is playing with Sparky >the second sentinel is actually made out of flesh
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I yet live, Have a Mutant Abby Green 1/??? >’I know she is still out there, she must be’ >A mantra Abby uttered to herself as she hunted in the barren city streets, constantly, her hunger ever growing >She felt constant agonizing pain every waking second of her newfound existence, flesh and machine unnaturally contorted and shifting. And for every second of that painful existence she cursed the woman who had doomed her to this fate. >It was not just food she sought on these bloodied streets, but the wicked bastard who had cursed her. The Wicked bastard who pierced a hole where her heart should be. >Now beats an alien object in her chest, a wretched joke based on human design, forced to constantly beat onward no matter what until Abby accomplishes her mission. >Every Soldier must die, Every man and woman wearing the uniform was subject to her ever expanding feast to satisfy her hunger. But none were ever enough, she craved ever more, and she craved one more than any other. >So she hunted, and she hunted, looking for her out in the depths. >Abbys heart beat ever faster when some of the eyes on the back of her head spotted something, a group of meat shifting about some nearby ruins. >She couldnt help but lick her mouth with a slimy and long tongue, her stomach growling, even her only compatriot Miny wagged in anticipation of the hunt. >She stalked her way into the building, and slithered into the airvents. >there she watched, waited, and listened to the meat. She couldnt understand them, she imagined if she tried she could, but it was easier to watch and let her past intuition guide her. >they were here on a mission from her guesses, to pick this place clean of anything valuable. The soldier had a modest group between them, so it had to be important, and they were clearly skilled as they cleared any mutants they came across along the way with surgical care. >Abby preferred it this way, her new body made it quite a challenge to find difficult prey, she wondered if it was her new body that made her like this or if bloodlust was always apart of her somewhere deep down. >As Abby watched, she noticed a soldier with short hair look in her direction, an oddly familiar red gaze piercing through the dust of the building right at Abbys position in the vent. >despite her efforts to stalk silently she crawled through with soft clanks from her metal appendages making her uncanny presence known to those with keen ears. >She cursed the woman once again, She cursed the being who had cruelly gifted her with them. They were helpful, but a cause of constant annoyance. Abby of course reassured Miny she wasnt speaking of her. >Abby knew she only had moments before being attacked, so she used the small element of surprise she still had to cut up the vent. >the metal of the vent and herself to fell down into the dusty room causing a rather large cloud of smoke to form around her. The only thing the soon to be dead soldiers saw was the gaze of Abbys glitchy white eye before a blur of a creature rushed them down.
>>259539 Meme wise so don’t take her as canon but I imagine VSOTF-chan despite being a human vickers-girl and is borderline psychotic, i like to think she’s the most “wholesome” when it comes with dating. Granted she may be carrying a gun at all times and will likely shoot a couple of people but she will make sure the date will go on nicely.
>>259566 >In her greed she went to even lick her blade cutting slices to her tongue, which she did not mind, she could feel it but that damnable tongue would heal and even this did not match even 1/18th of her second by second suffering. >She threw what remained into another man, enough of a distraction to plunge her claws into the man's skull and pull out his head along with his spine in one quick motion. She killed and killed, dwindling this moderate group to its bare minimum, meat by meat. >She looked up from her slaughter and laughed, she saw the cowardly meat run away, all except one who tried to stand defiant against her. A meat woman of blonde hair. Another meatbag tried to grab her by the wrists and drag her away but she would not listen, >she pulled out her pistol and began to fire into Abby, her mutated skin absorbing the bullets into their slimy flesh. Only some damage was done but it was enough to at least interest Abby after such a sad display. >Abby laughed as the meat continued to fire into her endlessly, and she readied herself to plunge her claws into yet another skull as the bullets clashing against her metal body illuminated the room. >But, before Abby could, she saw it. She saw something that made her ever beating heart skip a beat, something it hadnt done since her rebirth.She finally got a good look at the oddly familiar red glinting eyes she had noticed before, as the woman pushed the blonde meat behind her and pushed a shotgun into Abby's chest. >It was.. >”You” Abby muttered in an uncanny clarity she rarely expressed, as a blast of a familiar shotgun blew her chest cavity open for a second time. Abby couldnt feel the blast, all her pain faded as a staggering rage built, her heart beat gaining and gaining. >Abby heard Her yelling to her companion to run, Abby’s rage only grew, she is within her grasp and she dares run? >Abby pushed herself to get up as her body reconfigured itself once again and howled in rage, as she moved her body with ever force she had to gain on them. She would not be getting away from Abby again. >Shotgun and Pistol shot grazed her body over and over as she gave chase down the hallway of the ruins, arms blown off, feet gone flying, yet Abby never gave up an inch. >When she could not run she crawled, when she could not crawl she slithered, her entire being focused on the sole goal of getting her.
>Glitch’s 7th/8th? show >It takes place in the future >there are robots in this setting >The crew takes the opportunity to reuse worker drones >doesn’t affect the plot majorly, but they exist
>>259575 >Uzi narrows her eyes at you. >"Ask your father." >N walks in. >"Oh uh, don't really know how to explain that one. Here let me just show-" >He fumbles for his crotch hatch as everyone but Akita screams for him to stop.
>>259573 >Eventually Abby reached a door she struggled to open for but a moment, she could hear her hunt talking from within the room, as abby slammed her fists and entire body against the door howling with rage, her bloody stump eventually regrew into a fist and she soon was able to break down the door. >There she was, standing silently in the room, smugly smoking a cigarette in one hand and letting a shotgun hang down from her other, her ever piercing red eyes visible even behind the smoke. >Abbys body rapidly healed as Abby frothed from the mouth of seeing Her again. >”JaNE” Abby howled as she launched her every muscle into charging Her, as She raised her shotgun again to blast Abby over and over. >These bullets were ineffective to Abby now, only mere annoyances and hinders to claiming the Kill she dreamed of every second of every moment of her existence. When Abby eventually caught up, She tried to blow Abbys head off with her one final time until Miny managed to take a swipe at Her face, giving Abby the chance to grab and smashed the accursed shotgun in half before throwing both pieces across the room and then grabbing Her by the throat. >Abby could kill her quick, she could end her now, but She didnt deserve that. She did not deserve a quick, easy death. >Abby imagined a million ways to make Jane suffer even a miniscule amount of the torment she endured every day. It would be slow, and painful. And Abby could hardly hold in her excitement as a giggle escaped her lips, but her eyes never wavered from the pained expression on Janes face as she choked in Abbys grasp. >Jane, in her desperation, uttered something that made Abby hesitate for just a moment. >”Im Sorry, B” Jane uttered in what she thought may be in her final breaths. Abby stopped, her grip shaken, before slamming Jane into the ground. >”YoU’re… SoRRy? yoU fee-Feel s-shame?” Abby said, rage filling every letter of her words to Jane, before slamming her against the floor again. >”Y-You dAre Apol-giZe an- and nOt to Me? Wh-where’s M-My apollo-gy Jane?! Have-e yOu so Ea-sily For-Forgotten me?!” >”Yo-ou have for-saken me, y-ou haVe Cur-sed me! LooK a-at me, yOu daRE for-get me Jane?!” >”L-LOok iNto my ch-est! S-EE what yo-ou have DonE?!” Abby screamed as she tore her clothes down exposing some of her chest, including the chest cavity that would never heal which exposed her cruel mockery of a heart to the world. Splurting disgusting blood into Jane's face. >Abby slammed Jane into the ground at the end of every sentence, with ever increasing strength, fueled by pure rage, and in her rage she failed to heed the warning of her eyes as her sole focus was on Jane. >Abby did not notice the butt of what remained of the shotgun come crashing against her skull, right in the soft spot where her many flesh eyes layed. It was the Blonde Meat, and before Abby could properly retaliate a flame grenade was shoved into her chest cavity right next to her ever beating heart. >Abby could only catch a glimpse of the Blonde meat picking Jane off the ground before, as fire engulfed her chest igniting her heart and popping it. Even without her heart she screamed in pain, fire coming out of all her eyes, Miny wagged in every direction as it spread, yet all Abby could do was scream, without her heart in tact all she could do was wait for it to heal, and feel every moment of this pain. >it was an indeterminable time later Abby finally awoke, fully healed, but she immediately sprung back up and began to search. There was no sign of Jane left. >Abby huffed, and she puffed, and she screamed as loudly as she could as she began destroying the room with her claws. She looked everywhere, destroying all she could without the ruins screaming. >But Jane was long gone, and Abby could do nothing but scream and cry tears of streaming blood out of her many eyes as she fell to the ground and cowered into a ball, once again comforted by Minys soft fluff. >Abby had Jane in her grasps, and the Rat still slipped away. Abby wondered why she was cursed by her own life, cursed to be in this pain while Jane is able to still live. >Abby clawed at her own body in her rage, causing deep gashes everywhere as she cried. As she clawed herself, the wounds healed, she clawed and clawed but she would not die. > no matter her crying, it did not change the fact her stomach continued to growl, and her heart continued to beat, her mission was still not complete. >And she knew, that Jane was still out there, and until she finds her she will not stop hunting. been awhile since I greened, hope you enjoyed Tommy is next
>character has a dead end job he hates >his manager is worker drone J >while she’s having a spiel about productivity, she mentions her “59 years of service” >later on she is fired/heavily damaged
>>259583 >A fat NEET in a mask hijacking a broadcast and announcing a new world order where every virgin man has a state mandated drone wife to earn him money and cook him food so he can play video games all day
>>259588 You say that as if it wouldn’t make the ship seem weird and creepy to normies. Imagine how kitsch would react to that? His angsty lesbian fanfic is actually about the relationship between an australian girl and the old lady who knew her when she was a teenager.
>>259572 Damn based. In a crazy world where absolute monsters exist, it's best to stick with someone who can kill those monsters. Even if that person is a little crazy herself too.
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God we were so fucking robbed to never get more properly illuminated fullbody shots of Alice (only this, her crawling, her on the oven and chair and her in minute 14 in the background, and rhose are all dark or blurry)! That's such a peak design, look at that dress, everything, that chest visible from the side, rhat waist, rhose hips hrhrhrhr please why isn't it possible ffs (😭) We got so many shots of Lizzy with a skirt and exposed waist and Jesus, why did we never get any closer ones wirh Alice? That tattered dress over her waist would in good conditions easily show of her waist too, along with parts of hips and legs through less tattered areas.... there is nothing coming, or does anyone have GlitchInn and knows wezhher there was anything new on there recently? Any anouncement?
>>259603 > >>259637 Real Tessa should have met Alice, either in 6 the non amogus version or with an Aliceesque maid. Not because it would make the story better necessarily, would be neat to see tho
>>259580 good shit. you'd think hearing Abby would be enough to make Bonnie question Jane, but I'm sure she'll just ignore the implications for her perfect girlfriend
>>259648 Look. I’m not opposed to it. I like her presence just fine. I’m just saying, it’s so odd that she’s here where people call each other slurs and stuff. Remember when dubs was introduced and everyone was freaking out and repulsed?
>Hey so like I know I killed your parents and almost killed you and your sister Doll >But like you're REALLY cute and I wanna piss your sister off >Wanna make out?
>>259578 >twentysomething year old mechanic guy sees off one of the primary characters after fixing something for them >someone else enters his shop after they leave >"Heya Mitch..." a familiar gruff dommy mommy voice, apparently belonging to whoever entered, says seductively >walking noises as whoever it is comes closer >oddly, we don't see anyone >"Oh... hey Miss..." the mechanic, apparently named Mitch, says, turned on >"Is this a bad time?" 'Miss' asks >from behind the repair table, Mitch reaches down and picks something up >he brings it into view of the camera, revealing a purple eyed drone with shoulder length purple hair and a miniature "anime mom who's going to die" braid next to her left temple in his arms >"There's never a bad time for you to come in," Mitch lovingly tells this familiar drone >"Oh, kid..." she laughs >they kiss
>>259663 >Lizzy is your sister >depending on your interpretation, Thad is your brother >needing to keep a fragile human alive is another thing that's worn your dad down and left him dead inside
>>259680 >Anon is face blind with drones >They all look too similar to him and the fact they can swap out wigs and change their optic colors just makes it worse >Imagine Emily's embarrassment when Anon says the Raging NEET reviews girl is cute and he wouldn't mind dating her >Imagine how frustrated she would be when Anon doesn't believe that cute, innocent lil Emily is that same drone after she tells him she's that DroneTuber
>watching her latest video with Uzi >she’s screaming and breaking props while reviewing forspoken” >the both of you are staring in silence >”please tell me she’s playing a character” >”no. She tells everyone that but no.”