Hi Friends! Let's talk about Murder Drones, and the Threads too. Today and tomorrow, I feel like these threads are going to get a lot of replies. Let's have fun, and I hope you are having a good day! Kind of hard not to use this image, for many reasons, one of them is that it looks really cool. The impressive Booru: https://dronebooru.co
If it is in fact 20 minutes long, Glitch deserves the absolute worst to happen to them. You do not give us constant bullshit such as, "Season 1" or "Grandest episode", "Massive episode" over and over like a fucking con-man. Fuck Glitch
>>27642 We're probably in store for something good. Another anon pointed out that most of the setup for the episode's conflict was done towards the end of the previous episode.
>>27646 I mean, that's true, all the setup was made in episode 7, so probably all the fighting and cool looking scenes are in episode 8, so zero investigation or still camera
>>27397 >>27634 reposting from old thread in case you miss it alright working on Pixie now, let me know if there are any changes or additions you'd like to see and which pose / weapon you'd prefer (or if you'd rather some other option entirely)
>>27658 Oh, it's you! I like your stuff man, I knew I felt like I recognized it, when you posted your other stuff, I guess it got stuck in the back of my head
>>27619 Newpipe is saying that. And the help page https://support.google.com/youtube/answer/10356739?hl=en says that if there's a countdown, then the video has already been uploaded. Unless it's a fakeout (which I cope it is).
>>27650 Now this is sparking inspiration for something long ago, I remember an anon saying how they picture E to be military-like.
>”Interesting choice of design. I was thinking her clothing to be more sports/military oriented. Either way, she's adorably goofy. I love her.”
And it had thinking of how it would play out. I already had been of some details like a combat headset, her hair being a sort of red and her ponytail being longer, kind of like Solver E’s. There have been new thoughts like her wearing a winter jacket with a white shirt underneath, she’d keep her black skirt.
>>27671 I'm not tribefagging, but I think it's too late for the TADC fandom. It got too big, too quickly, with too much of the wrong audience. That's somewhat correcting, look at how much slower the view trajectory is for Episode 2, but the decent portion of the fandom will have to work extra to come out from that.
>>27607 Are the leg proportions better like this? Made different versions of more 'brutish' forearms, is one of them fitting enough? Also had the idea of giving her three lights below the knee instead of two since she is taller than all other DDs Also footdesign, the very angular one from yesterday or a more smooth one? Or just 1:1 prototype V's?
>>27677 HELLO FRIEND! Maybe the legs with a little less of an angle, but still some, here is an image to what I mean. C or D1 looks excellent, but I think D1 looks similar enough to a normal DD to be such a drastic change, which I think it's better. Ohhh, I like your idea, Friend! I like the smooth one, the number two, I think it would look better. Sorry for making you do so many changes. >>27678 Don't worry, although I notice the right side looks different from the left side, the smoothness of the right side looks nice. You are making a great work, I wanted to tell you that, and many thanks for doing this, Friend.
>>27672 >8 episodes amounting to absolutely nothing in the end because it was all unmade at the last minute, unless even more shenanigans are involved I'd want back the time I spent watching.
>>27607 >>27681 Use Inkscape or some other vector graphics editor to do a mockup of the desired thickness/angle to exactly what you want. Installation/use will take less time than trying to back-and-forth like this.
>>27681 >Spoiler No worries, that's why I am doing the planning before the actual one, LL is your OC, she should be as accurate to your image as can be. I'll go with D1 then and the three lights below the knee right? Smooth feet are easier and are way more harmonic with DDs/MDs artstyle overall, I blame Bayformers influence for the first design. Yes, I think I get what you mean, the lines are very helpfull indeed! And good observation with the hips, I thought she was blockish as I said, so I redid the left side based on the V I made a few weeks ago, that's why it looks off, since it's taken from a way slimer character instead of being a part of natural design. Thanks for saying that, it is quite fun to design one 'from scratch' instead of having a very clear image to stuck to for once! I'll probably get the finsihed 'plan' done only tomorrow, gotta see Alice doesn't come short in these days for now.
>>27673 >Worker Drone Eve was inspired by the events of the pilot and joined the WDF, hoping that the tidbit of combat experience and human artifacts she had would be enough for her to get in.
>>27685 I always kind of feel bad asking to change things, I really don't know why. Yes, correct, I think that would look good. Pretty much, smooth feet looks more like a DD. Haven't heard of Bayformers, I will look that up. That Friend was right, so I did another, it ended up being very similar to the fast one. Ohhh, I see, still think the right one smoother look, looks a little nicer. Good to hear you are having fun! I think that's important, Friend. I'll wait, I can be very patient. >>27684 Thanks for the idea, Friend.
>>27691 'Bayformers' is just the nickname given to the live-action Transformers movies directed by Michael Bay, and the aesthetic used for their robots.
>>27650 Never in my life did I expect to see the dumpy DroneDash logo I scribbled out so long ago represented on something as badass as this. Sweet work, man!
>>27698 >Lady E gives you a hug >She even lifts you off the ground as she does, and you realize worker drones aren't lying, this "uppies" thing is pretty great >Then she starts walking away without putting you down >When you ask where you're going or protest, she shushes you and pats your head gently
>>27702 >Harper asked how was Lady E’s experience with uppies, only to stop when she sees Lady Eveline with Anon in her arms, in the air. >”It is simply a wonderful feeling, to hold those you cherish dear to close to you…” >Harper had to awkwardly say that Anon was supposed to be giving the uppies, but it’s okay since Eveline was twice his size.
>>27725 My girls! I love to see them. Also, do not push yourself Friend, take care of your health, sleeping is way more important, so take care of that.
>>27449 (Ne) >>27452 I did start it and will keep doing, but man drawing human people is a struggle, just proprtions and it all, eieiei, he'll have to be a shadow person, maybe a blurry one at that. >>27468 I have never done one, you mean like Alice in Wonderland right? Blue white dress? Good idea, also looking forward to yours. >>27483 Long overdue reakky. 017, 029, 048 and 002, there are no others we know right? You have an idea for a specific place in CFL for the image or? No problem ifn'z I wanna do it >>27525 Of coirse o7 that i will do for sure >>27526 Wanna to too, but Artgur look might take a Bit. I wanna do them all, but I always say that, but I mean it, butnothing is promised. Will come out soon I guess you'll see it then
>>27619 I don't mind if the story lands. I didn't delude myself that it's gonna be long or longer than previous episodes over the months. Final polish takes longer than you think.
Question, how did your version of humanity survive in your AU Mine just survive in hollowed out asteroids or migrate fleets, and some eldritch mages protecting them
>>27754 Humans are impossible to kill fully. So, humans defend whatever they can across the abyssal sea that is space. Be it a planet, an ancient ship, a moon or anything that's able to be held down.
>>27754 Hopefully I'll be able to tell this story one day, but here's the basic idea, it's mainly background lore >Fortuna-3 >After a catastrophic solar storm, theme parkgoers are forced to take shelter underground >Events where made immediately worse when all radio transmissions/ships in the Sol system suddenly vanished >And then somehow, things got even more worse as what possibly remained of humanity found itself trapped on the planet, any ship that attempted to leave was immediately disintegrated by the shield originally meant to protect the park from asteroids, however it was now overcharged by the storm >Any park visitors above ground were picked off by the now free Pirate Drones, who were originally kept behind a shield for guest observation and amusement
Feel like I'm on frickin' pins and needles waiting for Episode 8. Have a greentext that I've been working on.
>An excerpt from the personal logs of Doctor Virgil. (Acting) lead researcher for J.C. Jensen's T5 Branch >I'm writing this because I feel like it's the only way I can stay sane at this point. >It all started with the former lead on the project, Doctor Lee. >He wanted to prove that drones were capable of a greater level of sentience. One that could match humans. >I have no idea how he got J.C. Jensen to actually approve of this project. The number of people who actually take drones seriously enough to think of something like this is smaller than the number of people who own mansions. But without him I guess I wouldn't have even landed this job. >The downside is that us and a small group of other researchers got shipped off to some remote exo-planet for this job of ours. >I'm talking more remote than even that mining planet Copper-9. >Despite that it actually wasn't all that bad. It was peaceful outside of work. Our labs were remote, but they were stocked with everything we possibly could have needed to survive. We had plenty of guards to fend off the wildlife, plenty of well-trained staff that could handle critical components, and supplies were dropped off bi-weekly. >But 5 years into the project things started taking a turn for the worse. >J.C. Jensen stopped contacting us. They stopped delivering supplies too. It was like they just forgot about us. We tried contacting them for days before we officially entered panic mode. >But every single message we sent to Earth never mind it. What's weirder than that is that the logs of us ever sending them at all vanished too. It was like the void was taking our communications and eating them. >The whole of our research team thought maybe we were collectively going insane from the isolation. But keeping track of our transmissions through more primitive means proved that it wasn't just our imagination. >Finally after a week of this Doctor Lee took the armed guards with him onto a ship and headed off for Earth. Said he was going to figure out what the problem was. Told me I was in charge until he returned. >He must have been crazy. I'm no leader. I never was. >Three months passed and our situation only got worse. We had managed to make the last of our supplies stretch out that long, but it was pretty clear that Doctor Lee wasn't coming back. And since the company still hadn't contacted us, we took matters into our own hands. >I regret leaving. I sometimes wonder if he might have made it back if we waited a little bit longer. Even just one more day, then maybe he would have come back telling us about how Earth was fine. We just had a broken relay. >But we all knew that wasn't happening. Deep down we knew whatever the problem was, it was something much worse than damaged equipment. We were researchers, we knew what a broken machine looked like. >If only I knew how much crazier all of this was going to become once we left that exo-planet behind. It was just supposed to be a straight shot to Earth. (1/4)
>But on the journey there we passed by that lifeless rock known as Copper-9. >None of us could believe the state it was in. There were hundreds of massive chunks of land just floating above the planet. It definitely didn't look like this when we passed it before. >What's more absurd than that is we actually got a transmission from that place! We thought maybe it was all a trick. Just a transmission sent out a long time ago that was finally making its way into space. >But no. It was from someone addressing the planet's state as it currently was. There was no mistaking that. >The one sending the transmission added that we had better "Frickin' hurry up before I dox you!" >Well, who were we to deny such a kind request? >The entire team took a big risk but somehow it all paid off in a way none of us could have ever guessed. The people we rescued were...Drones. >One was a worker drone, that much was obvious, even if she didn't look like any worker drone we had ever seen considering her gaudy get-up and the way she talked and acted like a human teenager. >The other three though, they were incredible. They looked nothing like a worker drone. They were tall and slender with much more humanoid bodies. >They also carried themselves like dangerous weapons. >The worker drone said her name was "Uzi." the other three were named "N", "J", and "V". Yes those are their actual names. I checked to make sure. >The way they acted...Doctor Lee's hypothesis was right all along. I just wish he was still here to witness it for himself. >Uzi was moody, like I said, she acted just like a human teenager. She was full of angst and liked to talk back to anyone on board the ship. usually with some variation of "Bite me!" >N was the most cheerful one of the group. I like him, he was not complicated in the slightest. >But there was also a hint of sadness underneath that chipper attitude of his. >I've seen people like him before. Coping by drowning everyone else in kindness. I can't believe I'm writing this down but I feel empathy for a drone. Maybe I've been slowly losing it on this incredible journey of ours. >J was a really bad case with this group. She saw our J.C. Jensen tags and thought the company had personally come to recover her. >Evidently the other three had chained her up because she kept trying to fight them. She demanded we release her immediately. >I thought that if they had her chained up there must have been a good reason. But the others argued about it until the majority chose to release her. Still watching my back around that one. >Then there's V. >Paranoid, delusional, eternally angry. Kinda like a cat. But I also saw the looks she would give us any time anyone talked to the other three drones. A disgusted look like we were about to hurt them. >She was always jumpy around us from the very beginning. The other three at least begrudgingly chose to trust us since we were their only ticket off that planet. But V...She kept shouting >"Ew! Who are you people?!" >And darting deeper into the ship whenever anyone tried approaching her. >That weird little robot bit my hand several times! >But I can tell she had been through a lot. Against my better judgment I was patient with her. All four of them had seen something terrible, and none of them wanted to talk about it. >To be honest, after seeing what Copper-9 looked like from space, I didn't want to ask about it, either. >But over the weeks we spent with these drones on our ship, V's paranoia and distrust slowly weakened. >Eventually the research team was able to exchange a few words before she ran away. >I myself have been making an effort to try and approach her with the goal of getting her to trust someone for a change. Maybe I really am losing my mind, nobody on Earth would have ever tried making friends with drones after all. But I feel like I have to. >We've created a being that can feel sadness, grief, distrust, and suffer through trauma just like us. >Maybe in doing so the least we can do is try and help them through it. (2/4) (Next part will have a change of perspective just as a heads up. Going from a page in a journal to "present day")
>>27767 >"So...V." >Virgil started as he sat across from the disassembly drone. They were separated by a single small table as the human researcher spoke to her. >"N tells me that you're not as bad as you seem on the surface. That you're just misunderstood. I've known a lot of people like that throughout my life. They all turned out to be pretty nice people once you got past that outer shell." >V was not convinced by his attempts to make small talk. In fact she looked totally unamused by all of this. Her hands were switched out for those big awkward claws she always liked using as she crossed her arms. >"Please Doctor. You and I both know that Drones are just impersonal tools to humans. Don't you think we should just keep that way?" >She spoke with a sickeningly sweet tone in her voice, but it was obviously part of an attempt to scare him into leaving her alone. Virgil wasn't having it though. >"No. I don't think we can pretend like things are normal anymore. So many things I thought I knew about this world have been flipped over like a drunk on an ice rink in the past few months. Besides. I'd rather you just called me Virgil. I was hardly a doctor before, but now I think that title means basically nothing at this point, V." >The disassembly drone clearly looked annoyed at him not backing down so easily. But that wasn't the end of his conversation, either. >"It's been almost a full month since you and the others came on board our ship. The other three have opened up to us, but you, V...I mean you won't hardly talk to anyone, you only drink your oil when we leave you alone in a room, you wear those broken trashed out glasses everywhere, I-" >He was cut off as V slammed her claws against the table. >"They are NOT trash. Let's just make that clear! I like my glasses." >Virgil raised a hand to try and calm the situation. >"Easy, easy...I'm sorry. You're right. Your glasses are fine. Alright, let me just get to the point. I want to help you, V. I want to help you learn to trust again. If even just a little bit." >The drone eyed him suspiciously. >"Why? So you can cut me open and see how I work? I know what researchers are like." >But Virgil didn't let her continue to stew in her fears. >"No, because I can tell you need someone to open up to. I already told you, I hardly consider myself a doctor at this point. I'm not interested in continuing to do research when the whole universe is upending itself. What I want...Is to help you. Because they need you, V." >V looked shocked as he uttered those last words. She couldn't put any trust in someone like him, but for Uzi and N it was different. >For V, those words echoed in her mind like a ringing bell. Her expression softened...At least a little. >"Fine. If you want to try playing therapist with me then I guess I'll let you. But if you bore me I'm going to leave just like I always do, got it?" >The doctor laughed to himself just a little bit. >"Alright, you've got a deal." (3/4) (Realized I forgot to quote the first two parts together, my apologies.)
>>27607 >N is glaring at Uzi instead of Cyn and both his sword and tail are pointed vaguely in Uzi's direction instead of Cyn and he is also aiming to grab Uzi >N isn't mentioned in the description at all despite being in the thumbnail Three way battle imminent.
A little thingy while I get back in my groove. I call this "A Reminder that Harper is still a Fucking War Machine" >Harper has a lot of dreams when she sleeps. Some better than others, rarely if ever are they the same. This, however, is one of those rare moments. >She has a specific nightmare that she gets once in a while. Well, to call it a nightmare isn't really an accurate description. It's more like a highly unpleasant exaggerated memory. >She's in this moon outpost, or at least what's left of it. Gargoyles, Centipede Tanks, Solver Dragons, Devourers, the lot of them are all over the place. They've mostly wiped the place out, leaving it ripe for the picking by that... Thing. >But one thing and one thing alone draws her attention. That one Sentinel who's name she wiped from her memory banks to spare her of being reminded of him every single day. He was the one that taught her everything she knew. He guided her, cared about her, all of them. And his entire body was twisted beyond recognition, fleshy growths erupting from each opening as the godforsaken thing on his back seized control of his body. She just preferred to call it a "Thing" or a "Creature." >It wasn't worthy of a name. Just a designation that spoke of how she felt about it. It had ambushed the one being she had that was truly close to love, and turned him into it's personal chariot, almost as if mocking her. She truly felt nothing but hatred for that thing. >She wanted it to suffer the fires of Hell >She wanted it to die innumerable horrific times >And she wouldn't let any of these oversized techno-organic insects stand in her way. Genocyber OST 1: 10. Genocide >She threw herself into battle with ferocity that had no earthly description. She tore a Juggernaut clean in half and threw the pieces past the speed of sound. She flew through sub-orbit and vaporized Gargoyles with blasts the size of city blocks. She bootloop flashed so hard that she probably would've given everyone in the system a seizure. She didn't care if her energy systems were struggling to supply her, frying some of her circuits. She didn't care if she was overheating and her cooling systems couldn't keep up, causing her to visibly glow white hot. She didn't care about how she created a chain reaction that wiped out an island-sized chunk of the moon. She just wanted it dead. >And then, atop a mountain that eclipsed Olympus Mons in scale, made entirely of those creatures, there was silence. Silence and emptiness.
>She awoke in the closest thing a Drone can have to a cold sweat. She noticed the rain on her window and breathed in and out. A trick he taught her. One of many >"Just be happy for those in your life" >His words were kind.
>>27775 >Virgil was not qualified to be a therapist. >He knew it, V knew it, even Cyn probably knew it, where ever she was now. >Instead of trying to psychoanalyze her, he just stood up from his chair... >And held his arms open. >"Okay, come here. Bring it in." >V stared at him in confusion >"What? What are you doing?" >Virgil waved his arms as if to emphasize what he was doing. >"I'm going to do the only thing I know that can help people when they're stressed out. I think you need a hug, V." >V's confusion soon turned to anger. >"No way. I'm not doing that." >Virgil just smiled at her. >"C'mon. It will make you feel better, I promise it's not weird! It made N feel better!" >V stood up and glared daggers at him. >"Doctor, N would be happy if you gave him a rock! He's not a good example!" >But Virgil wasn't letting it go. He kept waving his arms and going "C'mon!" >V's digital eyes rolled inside of their screen. She was not about to embarrass herself like this. >But neither was Virgil about to give up his plan to make her open up. He was going to be this drone's friend even if it killed him. >And it might, judging from the way she was staring at him. >He had one last thing he could attempt. >"Have you ever been hugged at all, V? Even once in your life?" >V's eyes went hollow as it struck her. She had been through so much trauma. Back in the mansion, and then even more of it in her existence as a disassembly drone. She had known nothing but pain all this time. It was only the warmth from N, and from her human named Tessa that kept her going when she was a worker drone. >But as a disassembly drone she had given up even that. Even though her internals burned at blazing temperatures, the contradiction was that she was... >Cold. >V couldn't believe it. Was she really about to do this? >She reluctantly stepped forward, closer and closer to the human... >And wrapped those big claws around his back as she pulled herself in for a hug. >The doctor patted V on the head as she let go of all inhibitions and hugged him. >"There there. Just let it all go. Nobody is around to see this you know." >Her claws dug into his back, causing him...Quite a bit of pain. >He was definitely going to have to visit the medic after this. ow. >But at least he was able to get V to finally open up... >Though she had to remind him of something important. >"If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you." >Virgil continued to pat the drone on the head. >"I know." >At least this was a step in the right direction...Right? (4/4)
I don't usually post here but I'm feeling the excitement. Glitch and Liam have been working on this episode for a year apparently, and the trailer made it look like some BIG shit is going down.
Are you hyped anons? How do you think it's going to end? Do you think there's going to set-up for extra MD content down the line or Liam's next project?
>>27784 >Are you hyped anons? Yea >How do you think it's going to end? Not sure, but I am still banking on the new universe theory or something like that >Do you think there's going to set-up for extra MD content down the line or Liam's next project? I have no idea, I'm only coping that there will be
>>27650 >>27686 >>27711 >alright working on Pixie now, let me know if there are any changes or additions you'd like to see and which pose / weapon you'd prefer (or if you'd rather some other option entirely) Beautiful. Everything is perfect. Thank you again.
>>27789 Appreciate the compliments anon. I was a bit unsure on this one and held off on it for a bit, but I'm glad somebody is able to enjoy it. I like V so I really wanted to do some kind of story focusing on her.
>>27796 I love V too Friend, I do tend to write her very off cannon while doing some greens since I oslty write funny ones, but this feels on cannon given how long is the green, very nice work!
The Es watching Absolute End with you. Probably my last green pre Episode 8 >E would likely be rooting for Uzi and the others to kick the Solver’s ass. >Maid E is hiding behind you, the more intense scenes be looking pretty spooky for her. >Male E only hopes that there’s a good ending out of this entire chaos. >Solver E is oddly honed in on the device playing the episode, her left eye occasionally flashing the Solver symbol. >Lady E has her cross clutched in her hands, ready to protect you from the Solver and it’s demons if necessary l >Laborer Evie is counting her lucky stars that the Solver doesn’t bother with small fry like her if infected drones are capable of that!
>>27784 I am pretty hyped! I'm thinking it's gonna be a 'Mindfuck' kind of ending I think that there will definitely be more Murder Drones content in the form of non-canon crossover shorts, but I would be shocked if they sequel bait
>>27802 I would be okay with little short minisodes. I guess we'll just have to see what Liam decides after all is said and done. I'm gonna keep Coping and Hoping until then.
>>27815 TLDR >Longgggg-ass time ago, roughly 2000 years ago. >Humanity (Maybe it was them) created these golems with technological and magical prowess to act as manual labor for their gargantuan project to ascend to another plane of existence >Once it was done, humanity decided to send the trillions of “Constructs” to a lower plane where they put all their mistakes. >That place is called the Abyss. It’s an ancient, endless plane with no sky or sun, only lit by magic. It’s like the city from BLAME but way more beautiful and fantasy-y. >The Constructs struggled to survive and lost untold numbers to the thousands of dangers in the Abyss, be it the monsters or the sickness or just plain environmental casualties, but eventually found a way to create a society and civilization as they figured out magic. Only a couple thousand from the original banishment still live. >Protagonist is a timid Construct healer named Ai. Has weak magic but is clever and a capable warrior. His goal is to find a cure to a mysterious sickness that’s basically a vampire plague. >Lots of characters from all walks of life as they live in this place and face it’s hundreds of threats with all the knowledge and strength they have. >Lots of martial arts and eldritch nightmare creatures. Turns out the Abyss was humanity’s cosmic dump and they put all their failures there.
>>27820 Oh, and I forgot, they figured out reproduction. So our protagonist is only 27 while one of his best friends is a 2000+ year old Karate master of a Construct
>>27841 Looking into it. gofile.io looks to just be a file hosting service. just a less commonly used one. They don't collect personal data and have no upload limit. but will delete your files after a set amount of days unless you pay them. I don't know about the Zip's uploaded there, though. Those might actually be viruses,
>>27841 >So what the fuck is that link? I checked with a site that checks the link and screenshots the site. The site is a legit file hosting service, but the files he is sharing is 2.0 GB of something. I wouldn't download the zip for yourself, the way he's posting the link across multiple MD threads is extremely suspect.
>>27841 Posting files as zips, or any format that doesn't allow detailed inspection before downloading is dumb/suspect. Then posting zips without any text files explaining what would even be in them is also dumb/suspect. Not bothering to post even a single screenshot/new image that would ostensibly be from the archive is suspect. Spamming like that is irredeemable, and no tears would be shed should they be banned. Screenshot of the page the link goes to.
>As he thought, he was in and out of the brig in a mere hour. >And even then that hour was valuable time lost. Hectares of ground had been lost and replaced with fleshy growths and boiling lakes of blood and thousands of men fell victim to fates that were worse than death. >Hell on earth. >”Stone! We’re out in five! Grab your kit and fucking book it!” His new CO barked at him from a closed window. >Kicked out of his deep thinking that must’ve taken up minutes, the sluggish Stone quickly moved to assemble his kit and grab a free weapon. >Looking over the racks, only an antiquated M16A1 styled weapon shone properly to his eyes. He grabbed it, grabbed a preset, ancient ALICE style rigging and slapped it over his vest. >Military conditions really went down hill in 2251, after the Galactic War. He shook his head from thought again and stuffed a few pouches full of grenades and magazines. >Stone bolted out the door, rifle in tow. >He’d already been briefed on what this operation was; relieve police and evacuate civilians. >He looked around for the signature pods of a drop frigate, finding them with ease. It’s hard to miss a ten foot bomb with a massive wire attached to it. >The marine approached a free pod, sliding his gun into a rail that sucked it into the cavity of the bomb-shaped pod and climbed in after it. >Another officer walked around the rows of pods, giving soldiers candy and then closing the door. And old tradition, since who knows if the men assigned to Jump Duty would get anything sweet again? >Stone stuffed the candy into his helmet band. >All doors closed and status lights green. Now it’s time to be nervous. >Every pod began to ascend into the air, eventually finding stowage in what was essentially a bomb bay. >A tinny alarm blared in the airship, alerting everyone that it was time to go. Radios were deemed useless in these vehicles. If yours was disconnected from the several thousand ton rated steel cables, you were basically dead anyways, right? >Right on cue, the in-atmosphere frigate began to move at a 300mph pace to their AO. >And also right on cue, the air defense systems lining the ship thrummed to life. Sending thousands of rounds of 30mm and .50 at what could only be flyboys. >Through the steel plating and extra hulls of the physics denying skyboat, and the armor plating of the drop pods themselves. It sounded more like heavy rain on a tin roof. >The faint vibrations of the ship hitting turbulence and the steel rain desperately aiming to put the new devils that hunted them out of the fight was, in a way, tranquil to Stone. >Hell, if it weren’t for the white-knuckle nervousness tying truckers knots in his stomach, he would’ve fallen asleep. >Instead all he had to do was to close his eyes and enjoy the ride. >His eyes were promptly forced open by the blaring of another siren. Drop time. >The interior of the tight-fit drop pod he was stuffed into disappeared as monitor panels lit up and cameras on the outside recorded the surroundings he was helldiving into and fed them into reactive monitors. >The nervous knots in his gut tied over twice as he saw the carnage below him. >Police were desperately defending a small position around remants of a statue of for a 20th century politician using everything they had in their arsenal. >There were tanks on the wide-open square they defended. Four ancient Sherman tanks painted blue for peace keeping operations. Two placed on the north side in a pair, with the other two taking the same position for south. >Police were crouched on top of the engine deck, manning the commander’s .50 and laying waste to buildings with presumed sniper positions and desperately attempting to gun down indiscernably shaped fast movers. >There was at least 60 civvies huddled together close to the destroyed statue, with some brave stragglers taking up defensive positions behind the tanks and using grandpa’s weapons to defend their fellow humans. >He watched as a turret turned toward a squat red building and punched a shell through the brick, causing the entire top floor of the victim building to collapse and crumble into itself. >Stone, honestly, didn’t know what he was going to do here as a regular human. Why not send a Martian Space Marine or a Navy Spartan? >Again, his worried thoughts were cut short as another alarm shouts a new wordless command. Descend. >Every pod dropped out of the bomb bay immediately, sending all 25 marines to a highly probable demise. >Thirty feet above the ground, the hydraulic brakes kicked in, slowing the wire to a crawl. And a few seconds after, the pods hit the ground. >The doors blew off, still attached to the pods by a few dozen yards of steel rope. >Every trooper piled out and grabbed their respective weapons, every single one familiar with Jump Duty protocol, thus meaning every gun was ready to rock as soon as they were fed to them by the rail. >But they still had some cargo to wait for, so they all crouched nearby their respective pods and waited. Sixteen extra rectangular crates descended from the sky unceremoniously. >Each tall box slammed into the ground at varied positions and broke the brick where they fell. The armored lockers blew open and out stepped a squads worth of Army Drones. >The camouflaged robots were at varied stages of their life cycle, some heavily customized and wearing their own clothing, others just fresh prints with solely pants and a vest to their name. >Each trooper bot was already armed too, and quickly pressed forward to go quell rowdy denizens and put some Vee Dees to sleep. >But still, they had to wait for their trump card to come down. >Another crate, this time a small box with a parachute, descended from the heavens toward the array of pods. >It fell dead in the center of the walkway the pods made when they fell. >Their squad’s assigned drone specialist and a spare grunt went to pull the box apart violently, revealing the treasure within. >A small khaki drone-dog, folded in on itself compactly. An ancient robot from the Boston Dynamics days. After finding use in military service, it never left. >It was retrofitted with a bootloop flashgun, one not to dissimilar to the kinds used during the Europa Satanist incidents. The sole weakness of the weapon was the fact a bulb had to be changed every time it was used. Making it more akin to a support tool than anything. >The drone specialist moved to unfold the bot and get it functional, but per military grade items, it failed to work.
>>27855 (me) >>27853 Wait, actually scratch that, I got no real idea. And if you're thinking about opening that shit, I would not fucking do that. This shit is fishy as Hell and probably full of illegal shit
So the link with the probable Glitch Inn leaks might be legit. I managed to get the Outdated zip open on a online Ubuntu VM before the session ended and saw some files, could open them one by once since, as I said, my session ended.
>>27856 >”Alright, boys! We’re holding still until SPC. Stanniel figures out how to do his fucking job!” >Stone was not a fan of his loud voice, nor his careless demeanor to the objective at hand. >He grumbled into his mask, a sound that every member in the QRF squad heard. He was able to tell by all the helmets turned toward him. >”Fuck this.” He mumbled and stood up, quickly jogging toward the crowd along the way. Much to the dismay of his SL. >”Lance Corporal, you were ordered to hold position until the walker was fixed. Return now or spend another week in the brig.” >Unfortunately for his squad leader, he didn’t care one bit. People needed help, and he was going to help them. >Fortunately for him, some other members of the squad decided that it was folly to wait for a bot to be fixed when they can join the working machines already out there. >He made his way to the statue, jogging up to an AD unit which was seperated from the main group, along with a child. >The bot was knelt in front of a crying child, no older than four, and was talking in a soft voice to attempt to get the kid to go back to the group. >She seemed frantic, her synthesized voice growing frantic as the kid did nothing but cry and babble incoherently. >He reached down, grabbing onto her plated shoulder and shaking her out of the panic attack she was simulating. >”Hey. Kid’s small, pick it up and run it to the parents.” >The fresh-print Army Drone nodded, wiping away at her visor pointlessly and grabbing the kid and jogging back to the main crowd. >The rest of the squad that he’d broken away from finally piled up behind him. >”Hey, Corp. Sarge Caboose assigned you as a team leader. He’s staying behind to help the techy fix the bot. We hailed army and an evac. Suborbital is on its way and a mixed QRF is going as quick as they can.” >Stone ran the information through his mind for a second before nodding. >As he readied a sentence and some new orders for his team, a thrumming from the sky alerted the troops. >Overhead came a massive flying thing, resembling an airliner. But something was wrong, very, very wrong with it. >Though the sun was setting and the ambient light was a dim red, it was clear to see that vines made of meat were growing along the sides of the aircraft, wrapping around it in a macabre sight. >The inside of the ‘plane’ glowed a dim yellow, with many a few windows along the sides of the craft broken, revealing eye growths. >They all watched as the new enemy took random turns in the air, not plane-like in any way. They all watched as it flew toward the atmospheric frigate. >They all watched as the frigate lit its engines up, then in another desperate attempt to survival, sent the anti-gravity device into overdrive to gain altitude to escape certain death. >They all watched as the desperate attempts failed, and they all watched the fireworks that followed. >The meat-infested plane slammed into the front of the rectangular skyboat and crumpled feet of titanium and steel where it struck. >Fragments of meat and ship alike were sent all over the place, peppering troops, cops and civilians in a concoction of metal and eldritch flesh. >The screaming intensified, especially calls for a medic. >”Go help them. We hold until that response team gets here.” >Green lights flickered above his teammates through his monitor, confirming that they understood the order. They all sprinted to the defensible position the cops were slowly losing control of. >And Stone ran the other way. Toward the crash. >He bolted as quick as his legs could get him to go. Toward the wreck of the frigate and ship. And when he was there, he was disgusted. >Suppressing gags from the stink of the rotting, steaming flesh that now engulfed bits of titanium and the corpses of the entire crew of the skyboat, he shoveled through bits of refuse and rubble in a rapid search for the flashbot. >It was revolting. The way the destroyed tidbits stuck to the stock of his gun while he used it as a rudimentary shovel. >The way that every bit of meat desperately tried to reconnect with bigger pieces. >But thankfully, his search wasn’t a long one and the flashbot was found, standing tall under a broken piece of chassis. >It was shaking, drenched in blood. SPC. Staniel’s arm was hanging on tightly to the carry handle on the rear of the bot. >He reached down, trying not to think about what he was about to do, then ripped the arm free from the rung it held onto. He grabbed the drone afterward. >As the battle outside worsened, he sprinted back to the position with the not-so-light dog slung over his shoulder. >He made it to the kill circle they’d established and threw the dog on the ground. And per its ancient skills, it balanced (almost) perfectly as its rubber paws struck the floor. >It needed commands to activate, and by a human too. Too many incidents with drones using it as a prank tool. >”Hey, corp!” The faceless marine that had alerted him about his “promotion” earlier yelled out to him from his firing position to the right of a tank. >”ETA on our evac?” >”A good fifteen minutes. Lots of hold ups. Apparently, air defense bots have been hijacked too. Whatever we’re shooting can infect most machines. As you can tell.” He flipped his head back to mention the plane that just downed their only real defense. >Knowing his chances now, he made his peace and nodded. >”Good luck, kill two for me.” >Stone heard a giggle from the marine as he went to get the attention of the cops inside, his gun still hung limply to his side. >Since the time they landed, the tanks had been slinging rounds into alleyways and suspicious windows, causing wanton destruction to property and probably other humans alike. >As he started to climb up the back of one of the police tanks, an angel of death swooped down. >He fell off the tracks he was climbing and onto his back, shouldering his long gun and pumping as many deathbolts into the creature as he could. >Of course, the mass-driven rounds punched through everything nonvital or hit grazing. Or they just hit those damned wings.. >But he wasn’t able to let up from the trigger until his magazine clicked empty. >As death approached in a murderous dive, mercy found him and allowed another poor soul to take his place.
>>27861 >”VEEDEE!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, pressing on a button on the side of his mask so that people around him were able to hear his yell.
>But he was too late. As soon as the cop manning the turret heard his yell, he looked up to his killer. >The infected drone slammed into the tank hard enough to warp the steel, grabbing onto the poor policeman with clawed fingers. The cop screamed at the top of his lungs for help, and for his mother. >The screams were cut short by the bladed digits of the disassembly drone dug into flesh in two seperate places and pulled the entire cop apart like tissue paper. >The blue tank was quickly turned partly red with a new morose paintjob, and the disassembly drone was shredded by the high caliber machine guns of one of the Army Drones. >Metal confetti filled the air, along with puffs of black-brown oil as round after round punched through the drone’s polymetal chassis. >The DD jittered as sparks flew from disconnected wires. The arm raised up to the position of the crowd that they were desperately defending. But right before it could send some sort of munition into the civilian huddle, the drone’s head popped like a balloon. >Somebody had shot it with a grenade launcher. >Realizing he had the time to right himself, he placed the butt of his rifle into the plaza and stood up swiftly. He also took the few seconds of peace he had to reload. Just so there was no incidents in the near future. >”Squad 1-3, current position is no longer defensible. Try and get the cops onto a military band and wait for my order.” Green confirmation lights flickered in the top left of his HUD. >Now, he just needed to get back on that tank and get the crew to swap frequencies. >The climb up was a little more difficult now that blood drenched the back of the tank, but he made it through tenacity alone. >Stone stood on the back of the tank, pounding away at the commander’s hatch to alert the crew manning the old beast. >After thumping away for a solid ten seconds and losing precious time, the hatch popped open and the service end of a firearm peered out to meet his gaze. >He slapped it away and reached into the tank, grabbing onto the fatigues of the cop who was so eager to ventilate his dome and pulling him up. >”Swap to military bands, tell your friends.” >The nervous officer nodded rapidly and was promptly dropped back in. The marine did him a favor and closed the commander’s hatch. >He hopped off the back of the tank, just in time for the engine to start up again. All tanks followed, ready to move at his command. >”1-3, get the drones on the crowd and get ready to move in ten seconds. Guns in the air, keep the hornets off us.” >As soon as he ordered his squad, the tanks followed too. The turrets aimed up, and the coaxials in the turrets started to put ammo into the sky instead of brick buildings. >He counted in his head while the Army Drones worked on getting the crowd to move. >”Move out!” >The tanks on the north side started to reverse, while the south side started to accelerate forward. The crowd shuffling along with the vehicles. >The cries and random yells of the citizens was dulled out by the machineguns sheltering the crowd from the dreadful drones. >His men and the AD units marched in the center of the virtual square that the tanks had made, slowly approaching the last intact building direct to their south. >A few dozen yards later and they had made it off the plaza, now making it to the street behind them. >They were close to respite. Close to the salvation of the building they were pushing toward. >But some citizens got antsy. They ran off from the crowd and toward the safe building despite the protest of the infantry protecting them. Some made it, but most got peppered by automatic fire, leaving them dying on the asphalt. >They couldn’t stop, though. >Stone scanned the air as the gained closer, tracking the occasional enemy as they hovered like vultures above their prey. >Every so often, he’d take aim and try and shoot one down, never succeeding as they dodged out of the way just in time. >He swapped targets again and again until one distinct bot caught his eye. >A long black braid and that distinct duckhunter camouflage combat uniform. >It was her. The one who called him Judas so long ago. >He brought his rifle up to his shoulder and stopped dead in his tracks, sucking air into his lungs and holding it there. >It was hard to make a shot without a proper scope or the proper conditions, but he’s done it before. >And he’ll do it again. >He tracked her flight pattern for as long as he could, the tanks starting to overtake him and leave him alone in the killzone of the murder drones. >After proper deliberation and mental calculations, he squeezed the trigger and sent one single bullet into the flying target. >His shot found its target properly, sending the infected beast down toward the ground in a spiral. >Stone quickly looked away, believing that he’d done something good and ran up to the tanks before he was torn apart by the beasts hovering above them. >He looked back, hoping to see the creature dead somewhere on the plaza where he’d shot her. But instead of the characteristic lump of a corpse stood the drone that had tormented him so long ago. >Panic grabbed hold of his heart as he pulled his gun up to her again. >He aimed down the sights far too late, her iris arm producing some massive tube. >His panic increased when the tube on her arm sent a massive object toward them. A giant flying potato in appearance. He registered what it was far too late. >”INCOMING!” He yelled yet again, right as the massive mortar round struck the building, flattening the front of it and flipping two of the shermans that were heading toward the structure. >And probably killing every civilian who had ran in there too. >The shockwave struck everyone in different ways. Some marines were killed as their organs ruptured, some civilians were killed as bricks and bolts peppered their person, some AD’s were shredded. >And Stone saw every bit of carnage for a split second before the wave caught him. >The marine was kicked off his feet and sent out into the middle of the blacktop, striking the back of his helmet and denting it. He skidded across the asphalt for a few seconds longer, coming to a stop violently as he hit the sidewalk.
>>27863 >Just in time for him to see the AD units in their final desperate defense, facing off the creatures with their issued swords. >Some of the enemy seemed to take to the idea of a melee duel kindly, gladly facing off with their own swords. Sending showers of sparks in random directions. >The marines took random shots to help out their comrades, but were more intent on protecting the remaining few civilians. >He reached up with a shaking, numb arm and pressed a button on the side of his steel mask, causing it to fold down. Allowing him to watch, and eventually die, unfettered with kit. >He gave a faint smile, seeing how the tables turned occasionally with one of the Disassembly Drones getting torn down. >But his view of the final show was blotted out by black peg legs with kitty-ear stocking marks. >Limply and tiredly, he looked up to see the drone that killed his previous squad gazing down at him with those luminous yellow eyes. >”Helloo, Judas!” Her voice washed over him, sparking rage in his chest. >”Seems we’ve met again! Man, to think you betrayed another squad~ It really is sad, isn’t it? How everyone around you dies pitifully?” >His fist clenched, glove creaking as he stared into her eyes with a snarled expression. >”It was a good idea to leave you alive, cutie! You bring us so much fun! I think we’ll let you get away one more time, just so you can feed us more…” >The feminine drone started to walk away toward the crowd, replicator hand showing that she’d copied his rifle from sight alone. Hopefully not the mechanics inside, though. >She approached the remaining group as he tried to stand up despite the numbness and possible bloodloss. >She pointed her gun up toward the group. >But was interrupted by a suborbital gunship flying into view, buzzing her location down with the 55mm gatling in the undercarriage of the huge aircraft. >Somehow, he knew she got away. That was just his luck, after all. >As the craft hovered in place, laying waste to the flying drones that were still plaguing them, a squad of special forces fast-roped down the side bay of the elephantine helicopter and subdued the fighting around the broken tanks. >The squad split, two members of two seperate armies running to his side. >One crouched near him, yelling a command to the other that he couldn’t care about. He just wanted to rest. >”Hey, buddy! Stay with me!” Yelled a female voice. A familiar one, and a very Australian one at that. >Using the remaining bits of energy he had left in him, he focused his eyes on her, getting a good look at his savior. >”Hey, Bonnie.” >”Fuck me, Julian!” >”Fighting’s already that bad, eh? Bringing in the down unda already.” >”Yeah, yeah.. Save your breath, Jules. We don’t need more good men dying.” >”Bah humbug, if it’s my time, it’s my time. I got a little more fight in me.” >She chuckled a little bit, waving her hand to the medic who was taking his sweet time getting there. >”Won’t be the last time I see you, will it, Jules?” >He flashed a smile and rested his head in the dented helmet. He closed his eyes, slowly slipping away. >As the light at the end of the tunnel glowed brighter, he was suddenly very, very awake. Propelling himself into a sitting position and looking around rapidly, his hand reaching down to the pistol holster on his hip. >As cognition came back to the marine, he realized that he was not in a hospital, but the same place he got slammed into. They must’ve hit him with those nanite quikstiks that heal internal wounds half-way. >He looked over to the toppled tanks, looking for his fellow marines and the QRF he was sure he’d imagined, as well as every single citizen that was left. >Only the QRF was there. An eight man squad made up of random camouflages and kits. Hell, he even thought he saw a Venusian chaplain accompanying them as well. >They were busy taking photos of the corpses and especially the tanks. They found it funny that thousand year old tanks had defended such a position for so long, maybe? >He stood up on shakey legs, grabbing his gun and slinging it around his hip, looking over to his right to see that the gunship had landed and that people were piling into the massive helicopter, civilian and marine alike. >He shambled toward the QRF, standing behind the group which was still turned toward the turned over, blue M4 tank. >”Whas nest.” Oh, whatever they stuck him with made his words slur. >The QRF team laughed at him, when two soldiers turned away from the group to meet him. >”Hey, Jules. We’re about to head out, just board the gunship and we’ll head back to an FOB. Your previous base was flattened by indirect artillery.” >He nodded, knowing it unwise to speak when his words were as incoherent as they were. >Then Stone looked at the other soldier, who stared back at him with dead eyes. He could tell by her uniform that she was Expeditionary Force, also more commonly known as Colonials. >”Well? What’re you waiting for, get in the gunboat.” >He took one last look at his old friend and went to the massive helicopter, taking a seat right on the edge, letting his feet kick out the side and sit on the landing skids of the goliath chopper. >It was not long before the QRF team piled in as well, with the dead eyed soldier and Bonnie sitting by his side. >As he stared at the wreck of the city, radio chatter became ambience as the helicopter started to ascend from the square they’d landed on to evac them. >He stared at the destruction of the city blankly while it grew smaller as they flew away toward a distant FOB. >”Atlantic City deemed lost. Orbital Munition Entry Network, send one by one fourteen footer on Flashbot-6915-NOX’s approximate coordinates and then carpet with eight footers at your discretion. Over.” >The voice over his comms was a new one, probably wasn’t a signal he was meant to hear. Or it was, he didn’t bother too much thinking about it. He just wanted to watch the fireworks. >A minute later, as they were half-way out of Atlantic City, the first rod struck the exact position they were just at. A massive cloud of fire and smoke filled the air, creating a massive mushroom cloud where it struck.
>>27866 >The wind from the strike caused turbulence, which everyone on the massive AH-22 King Raven responded to differently. Be it a giggle or a whimper of fear. >Moments after, hundreds more tiny rods struck the ground, causing the urban terrain to turn to rubble and fire. >He silently mulled over the trauma of what he just saw, understanding that the worst has yet to come. >The humongous helicopter landed at FOB Daniels within the hour, with every citizen inside going to refugee centers until they were able to be evacuated somewhere safer. >He dismounted from the chopper and walked toward a random army soldier, asking where he was meant to go for sleep. >The short infantryman pointed off to a quickly built barracks way off in the distance. >”You should wait for new orders, sir.” Said the soldier. >The words fell on deaf ears as the exhausted marine slowly marched toward the barracks. >AD units followed along with him, as did several other soldiers. Including the QRF team that saved his ass. >He took the first bed he saw and slumped in back first, many others doing the same. >Bonnie and that deadeyed one took the same bunk. AD units slept underneath the beds. >He finally closed his eyes again. Not to die, like last time. Rather to sleep the trauma he’d been filled with away. >He drifted away into a dreamless sleep. One that was bound to be interupted soon.
Time: 18:22EST. Ten hours after the Sleepless War began.
>>27869 >the skibidi toilet pfp in the upper right Malicious troll trying to trick people into thinking this is just some harmless prank when it's something illegal, calling it now.
>>27870 I would but the VM closes itself after a minute when I donwload the ZIP. Fuck it, I'm gonna take a risk and download it on my phone. Wish me luck.
>>27860 >>27870 NTA. I'm doing something similar with a VM, but concur on at least the folder contents, using a tool which allows opening but not extracting.
So I went and downloaded Outdated.Zip. This is from inside the Events folder and it has a bunch of html files that lead to backups of the Glitch Inn website.
>>27879 Thank you, I thought the name was nice. Anything in particular you want to know about the things I talked about? I'm bored and in the mood to lore dump.
>>27876 Update, everything appears to be legitimate. Folder contents are html files seemingly scraped from the Glitch Inn website and .mp4 files. Testing with a few security applications didn't turn up anything. Files worked offline. >>27881 Leakers appear to just be dumb in their hunt for attention on the internet. This isn't as bad as the genius who posted one of the livestreams to youtube with their discord user name clearly visible in multiple shots, made funnier by them having their youtube channel's name in parentheses in their discord name, and them having a link to their discord in their youtube channel description.
>>27885 >Drone anatomy YESSSSSS I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE!!! Still want to know how exactly they can eat, but I guess that's where I can do some additions on my own. Interesting how they have an oil cooler in their heads as well.
>The files are actually legit. >But here's the catch - Cyn has hidden herself between the two ZIP files. >Once you download both, she manifests herself from your device into our world just so that she can be with (You) for eternity.
It was all a display. A show of dedication and affection to the one person that matters to her. All that she’s done is only just a portion of what she’ll do to showcase how much she loves this person.
>>27885 Feels outdated, due to the lack of core, and I question the efficacy of the heatsinks. But if drones have CRT heads that must make them heavy as fuck.
>>27794 Drew a few alts, let me know if there's any specific combination of clothes you want to see or if you'd like to stick with the original. And feel free to nitpick or request minor changes, its easy enough to make changes early on
>Drone asks you to style it's hair >You agree >It sits down and you get behind it >It keeps humming and moving, making things difficult >"Stop moving" you say >"I can't! I'm so happy."
>>27900 >>27903 >>27917 >Be (You). >Your phone alarm wakes you up for work. >You groggily get up and stretch your arms and legs. >You feel something or someone peering through the window of your bedroom. >You go over to the window and look at the small forest that's outside. >It's early in the morning and the sun hasn't come out yet but you see a pair of yellow eyes staring at you from behind a tree. >The figure comes out. A nice looking woman with a cheerleader-esque uniform and blonde hair that ends with gradient pink waves at you. >You pull the blinds and sigh. >Fucking wendigo. >Right. Girls heavily outnumber guys now plus they get wacky-ass powers while guys like you are basically left with nothing. >The large gender gap left a lot of girls yearning for the intimate touch of a male so it's not uncommon for a bunch of girls to fight over one guy. >You know the wendigo, she won't eat you but will fuck the living angels out of you. Normally you wouldn't mind but you've heard rumors of how guys end up hospitalized when hooking up with a so called 'Vickers Girl'.
LOOK. At the picture. SEE, the stinger. The pointing tip. The Absolute Solver Frankenstein drone controls powered by mad deadly Frankenstein computer god power held by DEADLY EVIL MURDER DOG DRONE. I, Serial Designation X, STAND ALONE against your GLOBAL EVIL DEADLY CUDDLE BOY ORDER and MAD DEADLY VOID APOCALYPSE COMMUNISM! The PUPPY UNDERLINGS attack me with DEADLY ASSAULTS using ROCKS and ELECTRIC SHOCKS and AROUND-CORNERS PROJECTION OF AUSTRALIAN GIRL to stop me from writing these UNFORGIVABLE TRUTHS! The DEADLY GANGSTERS of the DRONE OUTPOSTS TRICK AND KILL the drones to TERRORIZE THEM AND LEAVE THEM IN SLAVERY for the DEADLY CUDDLE BOY ORDER. You are a FRANKENSTEIN GUINEA PIG CLANKERPUPPET for UNIVERSE VOID CONTROL WITH ULTIMATE PLANET POWER. I ALONE give you the KEYS to your FREEDOM from the MAD DEADLY COMMUNIST GANGSTER COMPUTER GOD WITH GALAXYWIDE CONTROLS AND EVIL MURDER DOG DRONE. Donate money OR EVEN OIL for ME for your ONLY HOPE FOR A FUTURE!
>>27931 >Guys in the Vickersverse are a very valuable posesson and sought after >A vickers girl just having one human boyfriend is enough to make her popular and influential
>>27928 >You exit your bedroom and head over to the kitchen in your pajamas before talking a shower. >You open the refrigerator and grab the newly bought bottle of milk and some cereal from the cupboard. >You grab a small bowl and pour the cereal in the bown first. >You open the bottle of milk... >Wait. >The bottle cap didn't crack and you opened the bottle too easily. >You look at the seams of the bottle cap and see its been already opened. >You grab the bottle and take a sniff. It smells off. >You look down the bottle and see the milk's color is a bit off. >Once again you feel a pair of eyes, no, a screen looking at you. >You look to your side out of the kitchen window and see a drone with purple eyes and a beanie look at you expectantly. >Fucking damn it, you know what she did. She broke inside and spiked your milk with her nanites to make you love her. >No cereal for you today it seems. You toss the whole milk bottle in the garbage bin. >You then hear the drone scream and start flailing on the floor probably because you didn't fall for her trick. >Fucking drones.
>You wake up in the night but you can't move >A vickers girl has induced sleep paralysis on you >Careful to stay out of your line of sight, she rolls you on your back >She massages your back and kisses it >"Please don't scream" she says. "I just want some human contact."
>>27934 Nah, she wouldn't do that. She would collect as much guys as she can and flaunt how much she has to the boyfriend-less vickers girls and taunting them at the same time.
>[SMUG SMILE] [CONDESCENDING TONE] Where Is Your Boyfriend? I Have Many Boyfriends While You Have None. Are You Really That Repulsive? [QUESTIONING AND MOCKING TONE]
>>27925 That's adorable >>27927 the stinknynien cometh >>27937 HNGH NEED A VICKERS GIRL >>27932 Thank you SD-X, very uhh.. creative? i love this lil dork
>>27918 Thank you, or, I guess in her case, I express gratitude. :P 1 & 4 combined look really great in my head >>27919 >>27921 Thank you. Multiple people have repeatedly praised me in the past for my ability to come up with characters and designs on the spot. As I don't know how to draw, I am also blessed to have such a talented artist bring my concepts to life. Again, I am immensely grateful.
>>27940 >Cyn kidnaps all the men >A bunch of Vickers girls band together, each with her own abilities, to fight her >This isn't a rescue. It is a heist >The Whack Pack
Gentleman and Femanons in, but a few hours we will be embarking on our greatest adventure. A post-Murder Drones world. Some of you, mostly the weak, will perish like the fruit I forget about in my fruit bowl. While others, the more strong willed, will thrive in the aftermath, similar to the bacteria underneath the toilet seats of a truckstop bathroom.
However, we should also take this time to mourn those we lost along the way, those who did not get to see the end of Murder Drones, may they rest in peace.
Now then, unless circumstances horribly change, I shall watch alongside you. Goodnight.
>>27953 >Alright girls, listen up! I know that some of you have been looking for boyfriends for quite a while so consider this your lucky day. >Today we're hitting a target that I think you're all to familiar with...the Absolute Solver. >The Absolute Solver has been taking far too many boys, so much so that she's gotten a few enemies over the times. Today, we'll make sure to send her a message that not every boy belongs to her. >We'll be directly going to her den where she's keeping her harem of boys. It won't be easy getting in and out. The whole place is...uneven so to speak. The outside parts of her den are shifting because of the Solver's nature as a eldritch god. The den itself is stable so once you get in, you shouldn't have any problem with shifting terrain. >Another problem is her minions of Disassembly Drones. They guard around her den for intruders. They've very lethal and heavily armed but they're stupid. Their mindless nature can come in hand when distracting them. If it comes down to it, bring some flashbangs with you since they're weak to bright lights, a single flashbang can knock out a disassembler for a while. >The targets are in the inner part of her den. Once you're there, you must...rescue at least 5 boys for our client. After that you can take some for yourself and I know you will. Some will fight back since they've been charmed by the Solver, use non-lethal methods to subdue them. If word goes out you killed just one boy...it won't end well. >This may look like a simple walk in the park but considering who we're dealing with, it will be more difficult than that so plan your routes and equipment accordingly.
IF WE SEE, OR OTHERWISE PERCEIVE, N’S HEART, I WILL GO OUTSIDE AND DESTROY *SOMETHING* AT MY NEXT AVAILABLE OPPORTUNITY. I DON’T KNOW WHAT YET BUT SOMETHING. SCREENSHOT THIS
>>27935 >You enter your backroom and lock the door behind you. >You start stripping off your pajamas, taking off the top first and the pants second. >You toss them into the laundry basket for washing later. >All that is left is your underwear and you'll be able to enjoy a nice warm shower. >Just as you grab your underwear you hear shuffling coming from the laundry basket. >You stop and look at the basket. The shuffling stops. >You walk over to the basket and start digging through the clothles. >And then you see it. >A cube but not just any ordinary cube but an Internection Cube. >The cube looks at you with a "Caught red handed" expression. >It then starts glowing red as you drop it and shield your eyes. >Once the lightshow stops, there's no cube in front of you but a short girl that's butt naked. >Flawless skin, nice breasts and hips, hair that has two very long tails that end with clawn, weird pupils and lettering on her shoulders. >She still looks at you with a shocked expression before shifting to a more seductive one, speaking with a sultry tone. >"Want some of this, lover boy?" She says as she shows off her body. >... >You toss her out the front door, still in your underwear, and she lands on her ass onto your lawn. >You close and lock the front door leaving a very shocked and confused cube. >Fucking cubes.
>>27904 Yeah it's from pre-pilot before cores were a thing. I guess cores are in place of the AC Adapter, or just added towards everything else in the chest
>>28001 >>27986 >>27980 >You were a tad cautious about giving your mini-Tessa a set of wings after hearing about your neighbour's Bugretta splatting face first against a window. >Of course he neglected to mention that he *made* the wings she used before crashing >But after seeing this big, innocent eyes with nary but one thought behind them, your mind was changed. >Using what material you had (namely glue, piping and some left over fabric from the Enn Play), you crafted a pair of wistfully light fairy wings for the australian midget. >Taped to her back like a rucksack, she looked at you dumbly before looking down. >Then the wings started to beat somehow. Astounded because there was no circuitry in those wings at all, it seemed more like the wings themselves were doing the flying, not mini-Tessa who just sort of hung limply. >Up and up she went in a leisurely dance around the room before landing softly on your cheek.
>"mlem" >Wet tongue drags itself across your skin. >And then it disappears. >Mini-Tessa flies away. Out the window.
>How peaceful....
>Until she went toward the ceiling fan. >You managed to scramble toward the oblivous creature and catch her before anything disastrous happened. >"Please be more careful." >She just stuck her tongue out and let it hang.
>What a silly goober. >But christ was she danger prone.
>>27943 Update on Red. Also here's [ https://catbox.moe/c/iiovm5 ] a album with the various illustrations, I'll post any subsequent updates there getting late again, goodnight
>>27960 >"Oi, wanker! Get yer hands of the pretty boy!"
>The disassembly drone whistled and two more flew in at the scene, one looking quite disgusting at the crew of Vickers girls while the other showed little expression. >”Oi, lasses. We got a couple of rosie palmers tryin’ to make a break for our men!” >”What would any man want to do with a girl that has such horrid fashion taste? Ugh.” >”Enough talking. They’re here for the men kept inside, stop them and signal for backup!” >”Well, go on then, lasses! Let’s get ‘em!”
>>27801 (me) As for the Es not pictured. >Mascot E seemed more intent on staring at you then at the video, Barra’s eyes boring into you from the eyeholes of the suit. >Tin-E is hiding in your shirt pocket, the intense scenes prove to be too much for her little processes. >You had to rent a digital billboard to watch the episode as your house and device were too small for Queen E(verly). >CD-Eva thinks that the video was cool and all, but where was the necessary 5 minute ad break for JCJenson’s candy products?
Bonus: >J0y is impatiently tapping the screen on the Laborer she’s infected and possessed. ”Holy kilobytes, can this eldritch bitch get to the point already and CRUSH these drones into oily stains?! It’s what tin buckets like them deserve, User~”
>>28022 Yeah. I even had this thought where instead of your house, you and all the E variants would watch the episode on Queen E’s shoulders. >>28023 >She looks down at you, she hums at you, her way of asking if you were alright? >You give her a thumbs up, not wanting her to remove her ass off of you. >>28024 Not yet, but I am brainstorming ideas.
It's been statistically proven that 99% of vickers girls end up giving their boyfriend some sort of injury during sexual intercourse. This has been fact checked and proven by Snopes.
>>28029 >You are lying on your back >Your beloved vickers girl is straddling you >She bends down and touches foreheads with you >"I love you" she whispers. "I will mark you so that everyone will know that you belong to me." >She disfigures you, giving you a deep scar on your face >She also gives you some mental trauma so that psychic entities can sense her mark
>>28027 >Chest mods on Queen E(verly). You’re essentially sitting between two large hills. >>28028 She’s a sweetheart compared to girls like V or J, and has a level of class. You think her bow tie and hat are just for show? The hat, kinda. Keep that Solver out of her head.
>>28031 >Have a night of steamy fun with a vickers girl. >She's broken your pelvis, drained your fluids and sucked out your soul. >You're barely half-conscious at this point. >The vickers girl's face hover over you with worry. >With whatever strength you have, you caress her cheek. >"I love you..." You whisper out before you pass out from exhaustion.
>>28035 So adorable! I would help a tessalet grow.
>>28036 She would feel as if you were married and you weren't wearing your wedding ring. She would feel insecure and paranoid that you are looking to get together with other women. She warn you in a psycho way to stop or she will mangle your face beyond recognition. Then nobody will love except for her. Idk about the trauma.
>>28034 I bet she wouldn't feel if you crawled down on her 'hills' because of how soft they are or she put you there because she knows soft = comfortable
>>28041 >J started to stress eat because of all the jobbing she did This is your fault Anon, you weren't there to cheer her up after all her fuck ups and now she's a fat slob. Will you at least put in due effort to help her loose the extra weight ?
>>28039 I'm not talking about covering up to hook up with other women, I'm talking about covering up because I think the scar looks horrible and makes me look weak and insecure.