/md/ - Murder Drones

>>284706
Sex! SEEEEEEEEEEEEEX!

By the way, who is this?

>>284695
Xenos. I fucking hate xenos.

Amazing part, anon, I'll be waiting for the continuation.

>>284706
WHOOO
They allowed her to keep her bush
>>284835
>who is this?
Have you tried reading the post?

>>284901
kiss her on her hot mouth
she's feeling romantical

>>284986
>>284998
It's Magnolia! Damn, without the visor I didn't realize it right away. I thought she was one of the four former test subjects who came before Magnolia.

>>284901
This is cool as fuck

>>285168
A look of absolute superiority and desire to be raped.

>>285426
Damn cool.

>>284901
>>285426
>Yellow Halogen
Let's freaking go bro!

>>285830
Aww

>>285830
For the main villain of Cliffside they seem rather adorable

>>285830
Wow, taco, thank you, absolutely normal looking and definitely not a scary seller.

>>285830
I still hold onto my belief that Miasma is just the 2nd form of a Vickers girl that we'll never get to see. Just look at it's face and human hand, it's too "Vickers head" shaped

>>286033
Following the wild west theme a human form Miasma would either look like an Indian or some kind of Cow girl

Apologies for the lack of an update last weekend, was busy with real life stuff and this week has also been pretty shitty.
I will make an effort to give a nice sized update to Predator/Prey this weekend.

>>286394
Okay, we will wait.

>>287311
>Well drawn art
>"Slop"
You're doing this on purpose now. Anyways lovely work

>>287312
natural compulsion for drawfags to self-deprecate

>>287311
Mmm, sex.

>>288020
Proportions, my guy, proportions. You gotta work on 'em.

>>288020
Looks stoned.

Took me forevwr to find this place becauae a link wasn't posted in the last thread (I've had it as one of my tabs for a while).

>>288153
Hope you remember how to find this place

>>284695
>>288218
>>288222
Interesting story so far, but I am curious. Do you plan on elaborating a bit on these strange alien races? Or are you pulling a Star Wars? Don't want to ruin your writing, but maybe a sheet of who or what these races are would help, me at least

>>288218
Behold ye wall of text. Coherence Lost 3/? (Fixed)

???

>!?@# burst from her cocoon, ripping, tearing, clawing her way out as though a Varket had taken her in her sleep. Someone, or something screeched and howled as she shredded through the delicate membrane. Then, without warning, the final strand gave way beneath her frenzied kicking, splitting the shell open and ejecting her through its new breathing slit.
>She crashed hard onto the bark of the tree they were nested in. Her claws scrambled for purchase along the branch, desperate to avoid plummeting into the shadowed depths below only then did she realize the screech was her own.
>She couldn’t breathe.
>She couldn’t _breathe_.
>If she’d had a free claw, she would have clutched her throat.
>Can’t breathe, can’t breathe, can’t breathe-
>A claw tightened around her own, a grip of metal, and yanked her to her feet. her clawed feet managing to get an unsteady grip upon the branch. She breathed, in, out, in, out... She can breath... Breath.
>Someone was speaking to her, shaking her, had been for a number of flares. !?@# finally removed her shaking claws from their death grip around her throat. a tall figure was shaking her, his metal sword clattering against a nearby branch as he did so, a Loorwo of the warrior caste.
>"!?@# Calm down! Are you trying to awake Nalrris himself!?, get a hold of yourself!"
>!?@# knew this man, his face, his presence... but his name? Why couldn't she remember?
>She shoved at the warrior weakly //I am fine!//
>//Stop shaking me! I am fine!//
>!?@# felt her face twitching in a strange way.
>/I am fine?/
>Speech, voice, vocal cords... she focused upon the biological operation, it felt foreign to her... almost alien. !?@# opened her mouth and wit her hoarse cracked voice she spoke
>"I am fine, STOP!" she barked, finally pushing the tall warrior away. The action caused her to tumble over herself collapsing onto the branch, robes cushioning her fall. "Sorry I... I'm not sure what came over me."
>The Loorwo stepped back, his hand instinctively falling to his blade. “Well,” he muttered, “you’ve saved me the trouble of waking the others this phase, so... thanks, Rravel.” His wings ruffled briefly as he turned his gaze down to the forest floor. “We leave in a few pulses. I suggest you gather your supplies.”
>My supplies...?
>My supplies... the expedition...
>Yes, it was returning to her now. She was to gather another batch of infantile Varkets. Train them for the Volars in Yuvarni... for the next Ascension. But... #@#!#, they had fallen! Tumbled to the forest floor!
>Train them for the Volars in the Yuvarni settlement, for the next ascension. It was coming back to her now... #@#!# They had tumbled to the forest floor!!
>!?@# threw off her heavy robes, letting them fall near the remnants of her ruined cocoon. There was no time to lace her wings through the tailored slits, it would take too long. The warrior tried not to stare, though his tail flicked behind him betraying him. She averted her gaze, teeth clenched.
>No! no no no no no no no, no.
>Spreading her wings wide she dove. Gliding to the surface below. Hopefully what remained of her tools were unharmed...
--
>!?@# awoke to her own claws attempting to squeeze her head into paste, squealing in muted pain. An agonizing sound reverberated in her mind.
>For almost 4 phases she had been accosted by this unknowable pain, soundless words in her mind that danced upon the edge of cognition.
>The dull ringing had finally begun to subside. Desperately, she rummaged around her spare cocoon for the pack. Yes... there it is... Her claws trembled as she pulled out scrolls and a quill. She pressed the scroll against the wall of the cocoon and began to write...
>But the words were gone already as though plucked from her mind. #@#!#!!$!!> her fist slammed in the wall.
>So close... she was so close, so close this time.
>She threw her writing implements back into her pack, groaning she freed herself from the warm walls of the cocoon.
>It was cold outside, wet, a gentle fog layered the jungle floor. from her vantage point in the massive dead Yurk tree she could see her temporary coterie squabbling strategy amongst themselves.
>Flight would be impossible this day, they would be forced to walk upon the forest floor, so close to the Varket Dens. The warrior caste seemed ecstatic excited a chance to fulfil their mission-
>Or rather as ecstatic as that dower bunch tended to be...
>"There you are, !?@# !".
>She nearly flew out of her own feathers as the claw clapped on her shoulder. "Are you well? The hunt is surely to begin today."
>!?@# sagged and leaned into the familiar form of the Loorwo warrior.
>"Just call me-" She stopped herself it was useless to remind him "Yeah... I know..."
>She wished she could tell him why they were actually there, but she would be damned. Nalrris surely cackled, she wished she could just crawl back into her cocoon to shrivel and die but...
>"Cheer up! We were born for this, it is no trouble at all" He mockingly posed in a ridiculous manner, a face splitting grin, "and besides I'll find you some fresh Barvul upon the surface floor before we reach the burrows."
>She giggled despite herself. Foolish. Ridiculous. She’d never met a warrior quite like him...

>>288331
Coherence Lost 3.5/?
--
>Fool, she was a damn fool.
>The stones reverberated with her very footfall, screaming echoed behind her, deep into those lightless depths. Flesh rendered by terrible claws, minds crushed, and the chittering presence upon her mind.
>Under her arm she held the sealed container with a death's grip, it's volume filled with iridescent eels slithering over each other in mass. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
>Her wings fluttered as though she were to fly out of this infinite depths as though they could save her from this hell.
>She skid to a halt, nearly tripping upon the rough stone floor, there was a silhouette standing at the lip of the den, tall and gleaming, yet the moon light obscured it's face.
>!?@# shielded her narrowed eyes, she called to the figure... It spoke back...
>"!?@#... Is that.... you?" Her heart sunk as she recognized his...
>No its not him, not any more. "Please... I couldn't do anything, please..."
>It stepped forward "Striks! Stay back!" She should of recognized the signs... How did she not notice before! Stupid Stupid Stupid.
>She staggered another step back it took all she had to not run. But where would she run? for a moment the figure didn't move
>"...Rravel... it forced me to lead you here... I... It forced me to... I… What... What can I do?" it's sharp receptors twitched as the Varket puppeted the weeping corpse closer.
>Her claws trembled.
>Despite herself she was rooted to the spot. "Nothing... I cant save you." her voice felt cracked as the stones around her.
>It was pointless talking to it, the Varket was simply pretending yet...
>"Your blade... give me your blade."
>The thing paused, then a wicked smile tore across it's face as it unhooked the blade and tossed it towards her before it's claws unraveled themselves, growing to horrific length as it lurched forward.
>"!?@# leaped for the blade, the container she held shattered upon the rocky floor.
>An eel like thing darted out. Before she could stop it, it had firmly bit into the tender flesh, the back of her skull. No no no nononoononono no!
>She could feel it worming inside, wrapping around her senses... The world began to faded away as she writhed upon the floor. She wasn't prepared for this, she didn't have the necessary medicinals to stave it off she...
>In desperation, she swiped the blade across the back of her head, severing most of the body of the Varket from her skull.
>Pain, Searing, Endless...
>It's pain filled her senses as the last bit of the weakened Varket borrowed into deeper her mind.
>She couldn't breath.
>She wasn't in the borrows anymore, she was...
>She couldn't breath.
>She had no body, no eyes and yet, she saw...
>Stars. Endless stars, scattered across a blackened void.
>Words resonated in her mind but they weren’t words at all. Waves, pulsing through something she suddenly knew to be called the Zarhlo. She could understand...
>She didn’t know what that was. And yet... it all made sense.
>“Nalrris’s Star.”
>What an odd name.
>A cursed name.
>Who would name a ship that?
>How was she supposed to know how to get inside Nalrris?
>Yet even before she could form the question, she realized
>the answer had already left her mind.
>Knowledge she should not have. And yet there it was.
--
Alright that should fix most of the formatting problems

>>288331
>>288332
I don't understand anything that's going on here, but it's very interesting. I hope all these xenos get killed.

Thanks for the new part, anon!

PREDATOR/PREY
Part 2: Containment 5/?

Andrew
>The last of the ice had melted more than an hour ago, Magnolia had slipped into a fitful "sleep" which seemed more like death, dark bruises had spread rapidly beneath her eyelids, up her fingertips and toes. Blood had seeped into the water, too dark to be normal and had filled the bathroom with an unpleasant odor somewhere between burnt copper, acetone, and borderline spoiled meat.
>From what he had previously managed to squeeze out of the frustratingly vague manual in Magnolia's bag he understood now that the "nanoswarm" coupled to her body was struggling to adapt to a temperature outside of it's preferred range.
>In her depleted state the extra activity was damaging her internally
>He needed to get more ice...he needed to get back to town. That wouldn't be too hard, but he had heard the quarantine alarm and knew getting out would be a more difficult proposition
>What he needed right now was more information, he pulled up Dave's contact info and sent across a message
A: Hey man, was out hiking this weekend, heard the alarm? What's up?
>The reply was surprisingly quick
D: Jeez, hiking really?! Shit has hit the fan down here big time dude, company hazmat guys and what look like feds hangin' around. Been going door to door with some complicated looking equipment scanning everything and everyone. Sayin' it's some kind of Nanotech terror attack, man I'm ngl, kinda shitting myself here. U think it's tru?
>He thought of the massacre uphill, shivered with an echo of the fear and revulsion
A: No idea. They lettin people back in? Terrorists or no I still gotta work.
D: Yea, they let people in, just not out again, they got military dudes in full exo-gear watchin the roads, wild shit. Don't think anyone's getting back to work tho man, it's all shut down, reminds me of that shit that went down before the big Euro war. They been handing out temp IDs for people to go anywhere, businesses all closed, Mayor is already saying he's gonna announce a curfew sometime today.
>He swore vehemently as he stripped out of the ruined clothing and spares, he'd have to use the short ranged electric dirt bike he stashed in the cabin to get down slope and back to the shop, from there he'd pick up the much bigger one. Then he'd need to pack it's saddle boxes with as much ice as it could carry and somehow, some way slip back out of town through a solid military quarantine.

????
>It's existence had devolved into a war, there had been a short respite and while the two masses of flesh had exchanged low-value data and awkward probing subliminal courtship signals it had worked without pause, spreading it's network of pseudo-glands. The network had expanded to thoroughly enmesh the flesh subunit which forced oxygen rich cells through this now-dead flesh.
>The new intelligence had made improvements.
>Now however, heat was pouring in, nibbling away at the edges of it's still poorly defined intelligence, a large fraction of its mass needed to be dedicated to dumb tasks like pumping away waste heat, the host's capillary network wasn't up to the task and it was forced to sacrifice the integrity at her extremities, if conditions improved the tissue could be recreated later
>It reached again for that mass of neural tissue, there was so much information available trapped within it's patterns...if only the network could filter out some of the noise
>It shifted it's structure, extended an extremely dense trunk of itself, wagering dangerous amounts of it's own mass on this experiment
>The trunk burrowed up the host's spinal chord, and up through the base of her skull where it blossomed into millions of microscopic threads. The threads subdivided themselves, gingerly making contact with tens of millions of neurons deep within that convoluted mass of preserved flesh...there was a spark of contact...

>In a flickering chain reaction of shared impulses it was being Magnolia, without having made any particular effort
>With a flash of humanlike insight it recognized it's own existence, understood that until now it had mostly been a "thing", an animate bundle of molecular machinery, harnessed to this...other creature, co-dependent but unconscious until this microsecond flash of awareness.
>In this same flash it recognized that there had been previous instances of awareness, it had come "awake" when needed and then "died". A mind only so long as this host needed it to be a mind, a concept it now understood more deeply probed the host brain tissue.
>It also knew now that it's current form would be insufficient to the task of keeping the host, and itself functional. The pattern it followed currently was programmed, rigid patterns set in chemical bonds and nanomechanical linkages.
>It needed to become more...flexible
>Previously it had tried to renovate the host's own flesh
>Now, it would renovate itself

>>288717
Part 2: Containment 5/? Continued

Andrew
>The clerk raised a skeptical eyebrow at him
>"Five uh...ten pound bags of ice? Will that be all?"
>He gave a nonchalant shrug "Freezer is on the blink, cheap piece'a shit. Yknow ten years ago..."
>Once he saw the cashier's eyes glaze over he let the meandering rant taper away, paid the bill and walked out to his bike
>It was a beautiful, archaic fuel guzzler, an example of the extraordinarily leaps made to stretch internal combustion engines...just as they were phased out as the first real high-density batteries and null-friction brushless motors shoved most of that industry aside
>He was halfway through cramming the second bag of ice into one of it's saddle boxes when he noticed the woman standing a few paces away watching him
>She was slight, looked maybe third generation asian, frazzled and with the combination of slumped shoulders but twitchy movements that bespoke far too little sleep and far too much caffeine
>There was something vaguely familiar about her, and as she took a step forward to speak it struck him
>She had been at the lab during the visit when he was ejected by security, he hadn't made the connection instantly because it looked like she had aged five years in the past one since the last time he'd seen her.
>She was staring at the ice bags, then back at him, then back to the ice
>"Andrew right? I remember you from...well, I remember you"
>He couldn't help but tense, she worked at the lab, she would know about Magnolia, she would be smart enough to make the intuitive leap..
>"Call me Evie...I think you are in extreme danger, and I think you need my help."
>"You're with Calibern. You people fucked my whole life. Why should I trust anything you have to offer me?"
>"Because, I agree with your assessment of my employers...and because I was in the room when my superiors threw together this quarantine. I know where you could slip out without being spotted. Can that pollution spewer do rough terrain?"
>He stared into her eyes for a long moment. She had that same angry tension he saw in the mirror each day, the look of someone who had been screwed and knew they couldn't do anything about it. The kind of look he could imagine on a person who might just betray their employer after being pushed too hard one too many times.
>"Shit yeah it can."

First update for the new thread, hope it was worth the wait!

>>288717
>>288718
Nice, thank you for new parts!

>>288747
Come on, is it bad to wish death on xenoscum?

>>289215
For once I don't know what this is. Cool though

>>289215
Damn. It's cool.

>>289568
Nice.
>>289621
Kek.

>>289568
bYYba

>>290486
Kekl.

>>290834
Nice.

>>290834
Bnnuy

>>291274
Owie

>>291274
Damn.

Heads up Anons, no Predator/Prey update tonight. I had an overtime day thus a short weekend and I'm just exhausted.
No worries on the story I plan to continue with a weekend update next week. I might do what I've done before and piece together an update slowly each evening so it MAY result in another big update like last weekend's with more than a single part.

>>292231
Well, I'll wait.

Liam Vickers' Smiling Friends

>>291274
what’s that she’s eat- ohhh! it’s fingers

>>293501
Kek.

>No day 31
It's over...

>>293501
monday mornings, huh?

>>288718
Part 2: Containment 6/?

Eveline Song
>They only barely made it clear of quarantine's perimeter
>Eveline had been dismayed at the tooth-vibrating snarl of the bike's combustion engine, then even more dismayed by the awkward process of mounting it when the vehicle was clearly not set up for a passenger
>She was crammed uncomfortably between Andrew's back and the hard edge of the cargo crate riding on the fairing of the rear wheel, there were no passenger footrests so she had to carefully rest her toes on the frame
>In a serious voice he had instructed her how to hold on as if he'd done so before, and handed her a spare pair of large lensed goggles to protect her eyes
>The drive itself was slightly exciting, and mostly miserable and terrifying
>A sluggish burst of sleety rain and thunder had probably saved them, masking the rumble of the bike's engine and the directions she'd had to yell into his ear, by the time they turned out of the woods and onto a familiar road both of them were wet and shivering with cold, their cheeks and foreheads marked with painful red spots where sleet had knifed their exposed skin
>He handed her the keys to the cabin while walking the bike under an awning to begin unpacking the ice, and she let herself tentatively inside
>It was gratifyingly warm and dry inside, it smelled of sanded wood and cooking, and underlying all of it she detected a faint and chillingly familiar aroma of raw meat and acetone that instantly set a ripple of goosebumps along her arms and up her back
>The freshly healed stump of her left hand twinged with a sharp, pinching phantom pain
>The door swinging shut behind her made her jump and flinch away for a brief second before regaining her composure
>She noticed the contents of Subject 014's field pack spread out on the low table
>"Christ, you're actually hiding her...I didn't fully believe it. Do you have ANY idea how much danger we're in with her here?!"
>Andrew brushed past her and instinctively she pulled away, he couldn't be more than twenty but radiated the sullen, resentful mood of a man twice his age for whom life had done no favors
>"There's food in the cabinet by the stove and dry towels on the opposite shelf, help yourself."
>Without another word he carried the ice through a door and down a short hall that must lead to a bathroom

>Alone in the space she took some more time to get a sense for it, Subject 014's chill suit was draped over the couch, the gloves from the elbows down had clearly been chewed away by her symbiote swarm, that must've happened when she slaughtered the containment team
>A light jacket and shirt, both stained with blood and mud were tossed next to it, the rug was mud stained as well and not from just a few seconds ago, he must have carried her in...all the way from the laboratory miles down slope?
>Clearly he'd been reading through the field maintenance documents, there was a notepad next to the manual, the page packed with dense, neat writing all done in block capital letters that reminded her of architecture schematics or blueprint notes.
>The living space was a contrast between mess and organization, clothes were piled up at the base of a hamper set aside next to a tiny combi-washer/drier, but the tiny wood burning stove had clearly been expertly refurbished, dishes and heavy cast iron pans were stacked with scrupulous neatness on it.
>One small window overlooked a desk with a computer station that looked like it might have been expensive five years ago
>Next to it in a sort of place of prominence on the windowsill was a set of framed photos
>Curious, she picked it up, seeking a bit more insight
>The first was a family photo, mother father and two kids, both kids tall and gangly like their father, the boy was clearly Andrew, the girl...something about her was familiar
>The second one was a highschool graduation photo, Andrew had widened out and looked much like he did now, but his eyes weren't shadowed and he looked well rested. The girl though looked...sick, her graduation robes hung off of her and she supported her weight on a medical crutch. The final photo made Eveline's breath catch in her throat. It had been taken at the front gates of the Red Creek facility, Andrew looked exactly as he did now, like those pictures of young men who had been through war and would never be innocent again. The girl was wheelchair bound, she looked like she should already be dead. Sunken eyes burned with dull feverish intensity from yawning sockets, her skin pulled tight by the wasting disease that had eaten her alive from the inside out, long straight black hair hanging down to pool over her like spilled ink
>"Subject Eleven..."

>Eveline was so tense she nearly screamed when Andrew's calloused hand fell on her shoulder, there was controlled but undeniable anger in him, his fingertips dug uncomfortably into the meat of her shoulder
>"Put, that, back, where you found it."

>>295182
We're going to have a family reunion soon, and as I know, family quarrels are the bloodiest. Thank you for new great part, anon.

>>295182
I see
> What if IC-0n was more like Kirie, and Kirie was Max's sister

>>295399
at least they're not weebs
or have revealed to be weebs yet (terrifying)

>>295390
>>295399
Without specific spoilers, Elizabeth 011 is both far less human than Kirie and far less willing to play nice with a handler than IC-313n.
The world of Predator/Prey will be a much worse one when she gets woken up later on in the story.
>>295539
Definitely not, Krow and IC-313n were probably the most lighthearted point in IC, Elizabeth and Andrew are probably the bleakest that I'll get with Predator/Prey, when we do get to that point.

>>297359
Sexy teutonic.

>>298038
Holy nice. A Teutonic whore should know her place.

Damn, anon, you said you weren't very focused on drawing faces, right? Well, that's damn weird, because your faces come out absolutely gorgeous.

this thread is the best one

>>298038
woah

>>298172
It's so underrated

>>299385
>"Irritated: why did I get the reverse bunny suit."

>>299366
Pure sex and the best girl.

>>299385
Merc as always, there's nothing more to add, just perfect.

>>299506
This is absolutely brilliant, seriously, not just sexy (and I fired a couple of shots), but it directly conveys that the character is completely psychotic and clearly far from human. A true peak.

>>299506
I love bunnysuits so much. They're the perfect combination of sexy and classy at the same time.

>>299385
ZAAAAAAMN!

>>299506
>"And stop starin' at me with them big ole eyes!"

>>299385
YOOOOOO
also welcome back
>>299506
> bunnysuit in the style of her usual suit
compliments to the tailor
but not for the stitches, absolutely botched it
leave those to the surgeons

Hey Anons, Phoenix is having issues on his end with Plus freezing up right now, he apologizes for the lack of updates, he will try to post something mid-week if the site is working. Thanks in advance for being patient.

>>300380
Well, it's good that we'll get something. My Plus also sometimes doesn't work well even though the internet works fine. Who knows why, but it usually goes away quickly.

>>301064
I'll take twenty
the usual plush provider?

>>301064
Awesome!

Favorite one shot story? For me it has to be Dead walls, Felt less like a one shot and more like the beginning of a series.

>>301082
>Felt less like a one shot and more like the beginning of a series.
That sounds like it'd be infuriating.

>>301134
I guess it would be, I just liked it and the ending was open enough for there to be some sort of part 2, But I do believe that leaving it as a single story was good.

Is the new Predator/Prey part coming out this weekend?

>>302176
Yep, I'll be working on it a bit later today. Wanted to get it in earlier this week but work has been kicking my ass, bureaucrats making our lives more difficult.

>>302180
Thank you.

>>295182
PREDATOR/PREY
Part 2: Containment 7/?

Andrew
>"So it isn't REALLY nanotechnology?"
>He sat across the small common room table across from the twitchy scientist while she spilled what might be some of the government's blackest secrets
>The thin sleet they'd driven through had turned into a real frigid downpour that would leave the trees and his roof covered in a shell of hard ice in the morning
>"Not at first, thats where my department comes into the picture. The matter we removed from Subject 00 can be "programmed" with the right technique, we imprint a new behavior onto it and then it did the work that we...can't actually do on our own. It's our builder. It's also extremely dangerous, it acts alive when not properly confined, it attacks and mimics living tissue then turns its living hosts into weapons."
>"That's what the dam collapse in the 2030s really was?"
>"Honestly Andrew, I don't know. Our teams all work in complete information isolation from one-another, no one team knows any more than they need to for their job. I only know this much because I had to directly handle that material."
>He looked away from her, pensive, his gaze flickering from the childhood photos to the closed bathroom door, then back to Eveline
>"So what, you injected that stuff into Magnolia, and my sister?"
>"No no, like I said, it's just our basic tool. We use it to build a...nanobot factory, its sort of a big oversized cell that can make other specialized bots. These supercells get implanted in a set of artificial glands. We grow them very slowly, and very carefully in a controlled environment until they start to make fresh "blank" nanites. These are introduced into a person's body and they take up a...pattern of them. Those imprinted nanites are recombined with the glands and all the bots take up that pattern. The subject...ah"
>She hesitated, looked pointedly away from him
>"Do you need to know all the grisly details?"
>"Keep going."
>"The subject is rendered comatose. We draw out all of their blood and replace it with a coolant that brings their body down to right above freezing. Suspended animation. The surgeons ah, open the chest cavity and implant the glands and several other devices into and around the heart. We have to do all of this very fast, and if the procedure works they never need to worry about injuries again, so the surgical work is crude. Then we bring them back up to normal temperature, the cryo coolant is swapped for a synthetic blood substitute that carries the nanites more efficiently. All we do then is wait and see if it works."
>"It worked on Magnolia?" He gestured to the adjoining door with his chin
>"Yes...at least mostly. She got free very early into her new life and we didn't even scratch the surface of how she's been...changed."
>"It didn't work for Elizabeth though?"
>Eveline turned her whole body away, she looked slightly sick
>"No."

Calibern R&D, Red Creek Facility, Level 6, Maximum Security Vault
>The thing seated in the wheelchair could only nominally count itself as human
>A mass of medical equipment had been parked next to the chair, and the wraith strapped into the chair was linked to it with scores of leads
>A crown of flickering fiberoptic leads ran into an encephalograph that pulsed with an abnormal brain-wave pattern, a flat line of zero activity punctuated by a perfectly regular 25hz pulse
>Hoses spilled from it's sucked in emaciated stomach like spilling intestine, it's stick-insect arms pierced with large bore intravenous needles
>A medical gown had been haphazardly draped over it to preserve it's former modesty but a slow leak of ink-black liquid from the invasive surgical wounds and various other sources had already stained the chest of the garment down the front and puddled in the wheelchair seat
>Where the black liquid soaked it the fabric was already showing signs of thinning as the swarming mass of abnormal nanites slowly ate it
>Speakers clicked
>"Subject Eleven, are you awake? Can you hear my voice? How do you feel?"
>The head twitched, the EEG spiked, cyanotic blue lips parted and more black hemorrhage leaked down the gaunt cheek, the tongue twitched like a bloodless worm
>Its voice was the voice of the grave, dry as sand, corpse lungs forcing sterile air over vocal cords plucked like an unfamiliar instrument
>"I am hungry."

>>302345
Yoohoo, new part!

>>302363
Probably another addition coming later today!

>>302393
YES!

>>302345
PREDATOR/PREY
Part 2: Containment 7/? Continued

Calibern R&D, Red Creek Facility, Level 6, Maximum Security Vault
>Two figures conferred behind six inches of metalized quartz armor glass
>"Do we send them or give the ultimatum first?"
>"Send the nurse. It's a learning network, it needs to LEARN. Cause and effect only, the social graces aren't going to work on this one"
>"How do you know that?"
>"Look at that EEG, there isn't anything human left in that thing. If you treat it like a human we're going to get a much worse excursion than with 014."
>A buzzer sounded
>A figure entered the room, encased in a bright scarlet protective environment suit, carting an oversized platter of raw meat
>The EEG began to race, faster now with a dopplering gamma wave in the 125hz range
>"Here it comes. Watch."
>The tray came to a stop in front of the chair, the nurse reached for a cut of dripping meat
>Scything invisible arcs of force struck out in all directions, nurse and cart, chair and medical equipment were neatly cubed as if caught in a net of infinitely sharp wire
>Blood and bits of thick scarlet rubber, chunks of medical machinery and sections of sliced cart hammered the observation blister
>Something almost visible whispered in the room and then cleaved against the pseudo-metal quartz window with such great force that it left a faint but visible scratch in the surface, striking a great shower of sparks
>Twice it struck
>Thrice and the scratch was noticeably more visible
>One of the figures touched a control
>Metal plugs that had been fused to the subjects spine and the long bones of her limbs lit with electrical fire
>She stood, spine arched backwards, tendons writhing beneath her blue-white flesh like cables on the verge of snapping
>Jagged loops and whorls of near invisible black dust began to fall from the air as her nanoswarm became electrified and shed burned and dying units
>The wraith of a girl let loose a scream that sounded like a cross between dying animals and a transmission stripping its gears and hurled herself at the viewing window, striking it with enough force that both observers took a step backwards as they felt the reverberation
>Another control was touched and jets of scalding hot steam blasted from nozzles positioned around the chamber sending Subject 11 thrashing across the floor back to the center of the room
>"Je-sus."
>"I don't see how we're going to get it under tight enough control."
>"Give me time with her, sir. If she can learn she can be broken, we just need the right set of controls."
>"How is Twelve coming?"
>"Much better, I'd even say friendly, perhaps a bit...simple? There are definite signs of brain injury pre-revival, her nanoswarm formed compensatory networks but there are some hangups from such a radical early adaptation, it doesn't seem like she can project it into the air."
>"Get her suited up and accelerate the training regime we used with 014, I want this whole mess cleaned up before The Board's candidate even arrives. Fourteen has got to be basically immobile right now so if we can just FIND her, even Twelve shouldn't have any trouble getting control of her and eliminating any witnesses."

>>302612
Wew, had to emergency copy this then close and reload the whole board because it locked up on me again.
Seems like any time I leave the site idle for more than ten or twenty minutes it just stops working.

>>302612
Awesome! Thanks for the new part, anon!

>>302615
That's weird, maybe you're just experiencing a stack overflow? I won't ask how old your computer is or how much RAM it has, but that could be the cause.

>>302638
32 gigs of DDR5, that shouldn't be the issue. CPU and MoBo are only a couple years old now at this point, I just put it through a major overhaul not too long ago.

>>302639
Then the problem is most likely with your ISP. Are there any issues accessing other websites?

32GB of DDR5, lol, my 8GB of DDR3 are crying uietly on the sidelines. Are you into 3D modeling or something?

>>302674
Damn, this is really sad. I hope it somehow fixes itself.

And heh, being a student I don't have extra money to upgrade my technology, the most modern thing I have is my five-year-old smartphone. It still works great, although according to the news, due to the AI boom, RAM prices will skyrocket, so I don't think I'll be upgrading anytime soon, lol.

>>302994
>>302995
Looks cool, I like it.

>>304876
Damn, Bunny drew Kirie so damn hot.

>>302612
PREDATOR/PREY
Part 3: Excursion 1/?

Eveline Song
>A shuffling noise and soft thump interrupted their conversation
>Both she and Andrew turned to behold Magnolia standing in the short hallway, stark naked and dripping a combination of thin blood and ice water on the floor
>She leaned heavily on the doorframe, took one step into the room and lost her tenuous balance. She slipped in the water and pitched forward
>Andrew sent his own chair spinning and caught the falling hybrid as she threw her arms out for support
>She struck his chest with a heavy thud that sounded like a bag of cement hitting the ground, the impact of her leaden weight driving him down to both knees
>Eveline watched in concern and fascination as he returned Subject 14 to the couch and wrapped her in a towel
>He seemed almost unaware of the extraordinary danger they both were in
>"You OK?"
>"Uh-huh...dizzy...need food"
>Andrew turned his attention to the scientist
>"What's wrong with her? She got this way after we escaped, I know part of it is temperature, can you give us some specifics?"
>"Her nanites do almost all the work her body used to do, they need nutrition the way a body does, whatever protein you have, potassium, acids.." she thought quickly about the list of elements and materials that went into the basic nanite process "graphite if you have any, lithium, calcium, magnesium..."
>He raised one eyebrow as if asking if she were serious, and she gave a return nod, and he gestured at a low fridge/freezer unit in the kitchenette
>"Meat and orange juice in the fridge, take whatever you need for her, I'm going out back for the other supplies"
>A half hour later they sat back and stared as Magnolia ripped into a plate loaded with cuts of dethawed bacon and beef cuts, a whole bundle of bananas, half a bottle of orange juice, and an assorted pile of scraps from Andrew's tool chest. Two packs of discharged batteries, several boxes of pencil lead...at some point the silverware got eaten
>"What else can we do for her right now?" Andrew asked
>"Not much, without a lab. What equipment did you salvage with her uniform?"
>"Not a whole lot, the backpack thing she had got lost in the fight, and the blood packs too. The only things that made it were her little hip pack, the manual, and two jumbo sized cylinders. Look kinda like giant metal insulin pens? Want me to fetch them from the freezer?"
>"No! Don't mess around with them!"
>"What are they?"
>"They're...sort of experimental booster shots, pure nanites stored in insulated flasks. We've never tried them on a hy- on someone like her before, but there's a lot of indications that they would make her...unstable."
>"I see-"

>There was a sharp knock at the door, Eveline nearly screamed, Andrew turned, Magnolia froze, still as a statue
>The rain had stopped, and now that her attention was focused outside Eveline realized that the ambient animal noises outside had halted as well
>A high voice with a pronounced twangy accent piped through the door
>"Hellooo! Fourteen! Time to come home!"
>Magnolia's arm snapped up, fast as thought across her face and chest

>The door seemed to explode, propelled inward by a tumbling black blur that hummed and moaned as it ripped through the air like a stray helicopter blade
>It struck Magnolia with an earsplitting metal-on-metal chime and sent her flying across the room, back through the bathroom door and with a loud crash, through the rear wall of the cabin
>Andrew and Eveline were both send spinning in opposite directions, propelled backwards as the table between them was shorn in two by the tumbling blur
>Eveline ended up tangled in the computer chair while Andrew struck the fridge unit hard enough to tip the now nearly emptied box, spilling it's contents out onto the floor
>From her place on the floor she spied the voice's owner enter the room
>Horror and recognition warred in her
>The girl couldn't be more than an inch over five feet, lean and springy and clad in a hastily resized combat chiller suit with better managed coolant lines feeding into a sleek armored backpack, hands and feet protected by heavy gauntlets built to survive the forces of a hybrid's boosted strength
>Magnolia reappeared at the ruined hallway, boosted an eight foot long by foot and a half wide log beam up to her shoulder and fired it like a javelin, propelling beam and hybrid both back through the front door and out into the woods
>Her left arm hung by her side, bisected halfway by an oversized battleaxe, the obsidian black blade lodged into her
>Andrew flopped on the floor, regaining wind that had been knocked from his lungs, rolled onto his side and flicked something towards Magnolia, who caught the spinning steel cylinder from the air
>Eveline tried to lurch towards her as she depressed its switch "Wait!"

>Magnolia brought the eight gauge hypodermic down on her own bare thigh, there was a loud pneumatic pop

>>306420
Now there will be meat. Thanks for the new part!

>>306521
Just checking in for the Anons keeping up with the story, no update this Sunday/Monday but I have plans for lots of writing later in this week, its a short work week and aside from the Predator/Prey update there's going to be another separate greentext.

>>309159
More greentext, yes, bitchs!

Thinking of making Cliffside greens, what are some lore things I should take into account before writing

>>309740
Waylon almost definitely murdered the previous sheriff
Cordie has four spider legs, not human legs
That one guy doesn't want any trouble, he's just crossing the street

>>309748
Feel like there's a potential tragic angle I could do with the Sheriff backstory

>>309740
There are Kaiju sized monsters that roam around as well as the normal human sized to big animal sized ones we've seen in the actual pilot. Theres a giant arrow shaped obelisk sticking out of the ground in the background, I don't think it's ever talked about or mentioned at all even in the background lore pages.

>>309769
Tragic in what sense, because Liam wouldn't give a flying fuck about the normalfag sheriff or any normalfags who'd depend on him protecting them. Their deaths would be funny to him.

>>309799
True, but I meant writing about the Sheriff and using him as a means to explore some lore before his untimely death to Waylon. Hell you could probably have him view Waylon as almost a son. Just spitballing on a concept

>>306420
heh heh eating batteries

>>309799
>Normalfag Sheriff
We have no evidence that the Sheriff wasn't a Vickers male protag before getting shot

I feel a little like Hachiko.

>>309159
There is no new part for 10 days, did I miss some message?

>>313868
Okay, I'll be waiting.

>>315400
From the look in her eyes, she either wants to fuck me or kill me.

>>315411
Why not both?

>>315467
Really.

You alive?

Does anyone remember the Vickers-University jokes? What if we turned that into an actual premise/greentext?

>>322401
I'm at work, so it's more no than yes.

FemN sexo
https://x.com/EpokGuyz/status/2013227571094135196

.... man, i must have been tired, how the hell did i post that in this thread?
And the pass has expired so i have no idea how to delete it.

>>324156
I'm more inclined to think that she's an otherworldly being with a part of the human psyche, so who the hell knows.

>>324374
>her desk scribbles were about killing both herself and the Origin Cube in one go
>the threatening messages on the vending machine addressed to her
>the fact that she could have a flashback nightmare at all
>how fucking angry she gets when she talks about the Origin Cube
I considered that possibility, but the balance of the evidence-especially that first one-makes me think that she's a vindictive, traumatized human with a death wish.

>>324156
A little bit of both: she would, whether or not she got counseling, use not-quite appropriate or not-quite right tones of voice when she speaks, but she COULD emote in more-or-less the same zip code as her emotions were she not so horrified at and desperate to resist what she's become.

https://www.reddit.com/r/internecioncube/comments/1r4nxir/nothing_needs_fixing_kirie_x_max_valentines_day/
Comic

>>332747
Cute

Lads, would you guess Cubes in their human-ish forms ALL look like, as that diner hag described IC-0n looking like, haunted dolls that steal souls, or would you guess that it's just IC-0n who looks like that because as the Origin Cube she's the only one who isn't implicitly a former human?

>>333853
Its probably just IC-0n

>>334222
How do you think the others look? Humans with stage contact lenses?

>>333853
>>334222
IC-313n looked pretty normal, so probably just IC-0n

>>333853
I would guess that all the "spliced" cube infected humans look slightly uncanny, we know from the one or two colored bits of art Liam has ever done for IC0n that her eyes and the little 0n stamp on her shoulder are actually glowing elements so it's impossible to mistake her for a normal.
It just seems like the waitress is used to having weird people pass through/too burned out to care as long as they're paying customers.

>>335076
>manifests her human form as a cyanotic cadaver because she wants to feel edgier

>>335078
Clearly she’s just cold and needs some warming up.

>>335076
kind of reminds me of Hoopii's work

>>335076
Damn, she is hot. Although I wouldn't approach her.

>>335559
This reminds me of rimworld. Damn, I need to look for mods.

>>335559
what, no holding the cube? no cherishing the cube? NO MARRYNG THE CUBE???
that's bullshit. this whole thing is bullshit. that's a scam. fuck refinoc. here's 95 reasons why

>>335875
Need Cube gf to keep confident in her own humanity

>>284693
Thread theme:
JerryTerry - Kiss Me (Kill Me) Song Only with Lyrics

You must choose Anon. Cube gf or Spider wife

>>345213
Which cube?

>>345237
IC-313n

Please stop going quiet. I need 24/7 Cliffside beamed into my head

>>345679
Do you want your brain to turn into a cube?

Do you think Kirie and Doll would be friends (pretending for a moment that Kirie knows Russian so there's no language barrier)? One self-loathing eldritch meat infected girl who got everything taken from her by the object of her undying hatred to another?

>>345790
No. Somehow I feel like they wouldn't get along at all

>>345793
y

>>345790
I doubt they would even care about each other. I think they would care so little about each other that they would forget about each other's existence within minutes of meeting.

The most I can see is a temporary alliance if they were to face a common problem, but nothing more.

>>306420
After a long hiatus, I am planning on picking back up.
Depending on energy levels I may make a new update sometime in the work week but if not this Saturday.

>>349226
Yes!

>>349226
Our faith was vindicated

>>349252
>>349286
Schedule update lads, I have been hit with the cursed 50+ hour work week so its definitely going to be saturday or late sunday that I make the first new Predator/Prey update. May be a relatively conservative sized one too just to knock the rust off.
Also if you have any lore or character questions or interests, things you'd like me to slightly turn my focus towards in the story (without completely warping it into something else) or critique, lemme know too.

>>350137
>50+ hour work week
Pain.

>Also if you have any lore or character questions or interests, things you'd like me to slightly turn my focus towards in the story (without completely warping it into something else) or critique, lemme know too.
No, I don't want to, those are spoilers, I already like the story.

>>350270 (me)
>No, I don't want to, those are spoilers, I already like the story
I realized it was like I didn't want others to ask questions or make suggestions. What I meant was that only I dont want to ask questions, and that it only affected me, not anyone else.

>>350913
damn that sucks
I mean the situation, not the art
art very good

>>350913
>Well, I was so tired I accidentally closed the page while I was partly done writing the update.
Double pain

But art ia good.

>>350913
Do you have the text saved on a document somewhere?

>>351106
Nah, unfortunately, I write them spontaneously and usually only save them after they're done. Bad practice I know.

>>306420
PREDATOR/PREY
Part 3: Excursion 2/?

Magnolia Hayes?
>Cold fire lanced into her veins, surging up into her belly with the first heartbeat as two whole liquid grams of nanobots in solution shot into her circulatory system
>Microscopic machines collided, tasted one-another, established connections, Magnolia's consciousness seemed to expand as billions of units of processing power were added to her
>Time seemed to slow, her senses expanded, incorporeal limbs stretched and flexed
>An overwhelming, chilly, calculating intelligence stooped over her consciousness. She felt it winding its way through her limbs, putting her flesh on like a comfortable coat
>Subject 013 "Marcy" lunged from the destroyed doorway, accelerating so fast the human eye would barely track her passage, for Magnolia it looked like she was running through honey
>When the other hybrid's armored fist struck her dead center she allowed her feet to leave the floor, allowed her body to take flight
>She needed to be away from Andrew and the untrustworthy scientist, she felt her consciousness fading at the edges, waves of blackness surged up to engulf her

Just a short teaser, I'll try and add onto this over the work week and give you guys a proper update soon(tm)

>>351182
Another very unfortunate heads up Anons, I was just informed today that my employers intend to force us to work through the weekend one week out of each month on rotation. Mine is the third rotation and this upcoming weekend is the third week of the month.
I'm expecting to work 11 consecutive days with no breaks.
The good news is I am planning to quit just as soon as I can get housing and moving affairs in order at which point I'll probably have an abundance of free time until the end of the year.

Apologies in advance if there are no more updates for a while, but at least for the week that I have to do this compulsory overtime I'm barely going to have time to make food for myself much less write or draw or anything else for that matter.

>>351371
Well, I'm glad this hiatus from Predator/prey isn't connected anything terrible and there will be new chapters soon.

>>351371
take care of yourself until you get your self made summer/autumn vacation

>>284693
>>284693
dvsdsdgdsg

>>352848
The butt is nice but...
>Not even spider lower legs

>>352848
>Cordie with human legs
Disgusting.

Phoenix okay?

>>356970
No, he fell victim to the scourge of all mankind: job.

>>356970
I'm OK, just busy. As I mentioned before I'm navigating the best way to quit my current job. I have enough in savings that I could "just walk out" but that is obviously not the best way to do these things. I've also got a fairly pricey vehicle repair going this weekend and I've got to plan out the logistics of moving which isn't just reliant on me.
Going to deliver some art this weekend in the main drone thread and I'll see about a proper sized update for Predator/Prey as well.

>>357928
Excellent stuff, a very nice mix of sexy & scary anatomy design!

>>357928
She looks like she fucks Liberty men

>>357928
Cordie is the perfect cure for arachnophobia.

>>357928
Welcome back, Merc. You gonna draw drones again?

>>358262
Are the threads gonna focus on posting about the established setting again?

>>357928
HOLY

>>358271
You say that like Merc doesn't have his own drone OC setting and hasn't drawn plenty of OC before

>>357944
Busiest anon of the board
> art and update
Niceu

>>358271
Tomoe pls