Alright, Friend, why is R acting like this? Do you have any idea? Maybe she wants (You)? The extraordinary Booru: https://dronebooru.co The wheel with powerful OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf And it's modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The ultimate OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread:>>284151
>>285065 >Fun Late Morning Canon Fact: after Nori resurfaces alive and now a headcrab small enough to sneak through vents, the adults of Outpost 3 start sleeping with spray bottles under their pillows, to spritz that horrible goblin woman if she enters their house in the dead of night to ramble about weeb shit at them.
>>285102 seriously. they could do literally anyone and everyone else so dirty. I said it before, but I wouldn't put it past them to make the music video about NUzi walking around the outpost all lovey-dovey while everyone else is dead
Do you guys ever buenoly recreate your fave in any game that has a custom character? I'd like to see someone do a D&D campaign as either E or Beretta mainly for the character sheet
I kinda want to draw drones as psycho warriors from space king but I feel like I'd just end up with one decorated to look like the other rather than anything interesting
>>285101 This would obviously never happen, but I would love to see J have some sort of off-screen redemption, being in class with N and V. I'd find the reaction of the J haters of the outside fandom getting butthurt funny.
>>285105 I need to punch my inattentive ADHD issues and not procrastinate as much. Summer depression killed my drawing speed and I want to pull 4 drawings in a day
>>285113 The Space King is just an incredibly cartoonish satire on Warhammer 40k, so it's supposed to look absurd first, and cool second (though proportions are extremely important in this situation).
>>285120 >pull 4 drawings in a day Isn't that too much? It's one thing to sketch from scratch, and quite another to create full-fledged artwork. Although, it's a matter of individual capabilities, so if you succeed, I'd be delighted.
>>285031 >Sally hisses angrily at first, but it's not long before a long, grey tongue darts out of her mouth and begins lapping at the graham cracker >Her claws retract back into her armament assemblers, quickly replaced by normal drone hands >R smiles and reaches up to ruffle S's hair now that she's preoccupied with her graham cracker >Cautiously, you lower S down to the ground and release her >She seems to be quite placid now
>"Good girl, good girl"
>E joins in with R in patting S's head >Mollified for the moment, apparently, S closes her teeth around the graham cracker and gently pries it out of E's hand >She grips the morsel with both hands as she nibbles at it, making any more clawing unlikely >The technician approaches, now with a clipboard in-hand
>"We good?"
>E and R both nod >You follow their lead and nod as well
>"Alrighty then" >"Come on then Sally"
>The disassembly drone obediently follows the technician as she's lead off deeper into the maintenance bay >Nibbling at her graham cracker all the while >Your fellow employee doesn't seem to fear her at all, in spite of the absolute chaos that transpired in getting her here >Eve and Rosie give her a wave as she's escorted away, then turn to you
>"It's really just getting 'er here that's the trouble."
>E gives you a surprisingly crispy salute for a drone that you generally consider to be a bit of a goofball
>"Yeah, she'll be fine as soon as she's done here, nothin' to worry about"
>R closes in for a quick hug before she darts back to flank E
>Uhhhhhhhh >Okay then? >You suppose that the problem is resolved >Rosie and Eve both make their exit >And thus, you're free to get back to....... >Wait >What the hell were you supposed to be doing before all of this nonsense?
>>285106 >N, Uzi, and V having fun around the outpost >Nobody else is there >N and V start overheating, they go to a room in the outpost filled with dead drones, including every named worker >They're all completely dry, no oil left, N and V overheat and die >Uzi drags their bodies outside to a mass grave of Ns and Vs, goes back to her room, and respawns them at full oil without memories of their death
>>285135 >"I should have banned Doll from watching anime with that purple femcel." >Anon's last thought before passing out from exhaustion after seven hours of procreative sex with Doll
>>285106 >>285146 The membership of the Official Uzi Fanclub (Plus Lizzy) is >N >V >Khan >Nori >Thad >Lizzy Solver's the haha funny meme villain, so it's safe, and the teacher's almost definitely safe too, since he's one of Liam's self-inserts like N and Lizzy. Everyone else is in the line of fire for Glitch's animators.
Murder Drones but the script was translated by brits who really didn't give a shit about the specifics so everyone talks like a cockney thug and there are random dated memes and cultural references peppered in haphazardly
>>285167 >Allo' yew cunt! my official name is serial designation N and I am considered quite the rambunctious and active leader in my group which I have known this whole time as my "squad"
Man, I wish I hadn't already established V being a free woman as part of my Post-Good End greens. She WOULD be a long term (as in, one expected to be too mindbroken by decades of mass murder to ever leave) resident of the DD wing of the nitwit farm. Still space for her having a several years long stay where she first meets Negev.
>a hyper drone N descends from the heavens, flaming sword in hand, and lands in front of Bonnie, guarding her milk tanks so that Jane may never again sup her delicious dairy
>>285200 >"Sir there's a drone hitting the nae nae!" >["Private why is this information important?!"] >"The fact that it's covered in Echo-6's guts and dancing on his corpse is why it's important!"
>>285202 No. It's just a really neat way to get rid of bodies. I mean I could use a large furnace but I hear that didn't work out so well for the Germans some years back.
>>285201 This made me get the idea for a greentext where Anon is Cyn's/the Solver's somehow biological child going to explain his abnormal reflexes But I won't write shit because I'm too lazy, tired and angry to make anything worthwhile As to why I'm angry, my base in project zomboid got over run because I forgot to close a door and I died
>>285211 >arent monsterfuckers kinda like furfags Not really, you can be into "monster-like" traits that arent inherently furry related robots can be made into monsters, but that dosent make you a furry if thats suddenly your thing Unless its fnaf. then thats on you.
>>285229 >Y has you roll for the regiment's home planet, their organization, and specialty, then paint the guardsmen appropriately >you then write down tragic backstories for each of the 300 named guardsmen before she devours them >she makes little screaming sounds before dropping them individually into her fang-filled mouth
>respectfully hold door for Nori (forma de cabezacangrejo) >she loses her fucking gourd and unloads on you like the angry autismo she is ("Bite me, I'm not a Robo-Goddamn charity case! I'm not a helpless cripple! I can take care of myself! I spent almost twenty years like this, COMPLETELY ALONE, and [...]") >Khan is visibly dissociating as Nori continues making a scene >slip away >Nori is on a roll and doesn't even realize you already left
>>285235 >You leave the room >The hole in your pocket burns but at least Y is happy >As soon as the door closes Y begins to spit up the models >She begins hiding them around the room like all the others while giggling to herself >"Ze apocalypse army iz almost complete, all zat is left iz ze fünfzehn Leman Russ panzerwagen"
>>285262 >Jane and bonnie sitting on a bench >Jane is obviously wavering from lack of sleep >Bonnie just enjoying the moment as she feels Jane slump her head onto her shoulder and hug her lightly >Bonnie looks at jane as jane peers at her with her bright red eyes which only seem to glimmer a little brighter for her >bonnie puts a hand on janes hand and pets her a little bit as jane slowly falls asleep >The moment is quite nice, its quite nice for some time, a moment which could last forever >before abby pulls out two airhorns and starts blasting them, as she blows into a whistle >"GET UP, GET UP, GET UP" She screams before whistling further >"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING?!' She exclaims as Jane shoots up like a frightened cat, Bonnie doesnt even get up as she hollers with laughter at Janes exasperated reaction, drool pouring from Janes slumber still on her lips.
>>285285 I have a couple of greens from several months ago that I would like to upload but I have to check and make sure that they weren't already posted in the booru first
I would kill for a skilled drawfag to draw Abby and mutant Abby interacting, or just next to each other. The juxtaposition is so fun between normal human woman and schizophrenic drone mutant
>>285291 You just make an account on the booru, take a picture of the green where you can see the whole thing and it's readable quality, then upload it to the booru with tags that relate to it. I oversimplified a bit but that's the gist of it
>>285320 >Be you. >You thought of the most glorious idea. >Pavo in a maid costume. >All costumes you give me to try it on. Either doesn't fit him or cover his glorious ass. >You spent days learning knitting to make the perfect costume for him. >You finally did it, you just need to test it. >Pavo came out perfectly but everyone who see him immediately suffer a nose bleed or starts barking or masterbating and fighting each other. >It was chaotic. >Pavo in a maid costume is now designated as a forbidden weapon of mass destruction.
Alright, lets play a game >Be Drone >Have your human lover >Life is good Oh no! There have been reports of rogue non drone robots running amock! And they are coming for your human! The last number of your post corseponds to the evil machine that will try to steal your happines, will you be able to protect your human? Hardmode : you are a worker drone
>>285333 > no helmet > no cat ear ribbon > no pony tail > human limbs instead of drone limbs > human face instead of drone face >>285334 is right, anon has lost touch with his humanity
>>285341 The vast majority of Negev's lore The idea of post-shock greentext-era Mac's niche being a beleaguered straight man who has spooky/genuinely terrifying girls wanting to immorally make out with him/force feed him rocks and play with his organs
>>285380 (me) >>285341 Oh, almost forgot: The AU green about Tessa's dumpster friend R(ebecca) coming on to Anon The green about Anon's childhood crush on his teacherbot Alice and running back into her when he starts his job at Cabin Fever
>>285362 you haven't heard of the homos that have a kink for being called faggots, have you? after all, you need to be at least a little masochistic to like having things shoved up your ass, all anal queens are.
>Be anon >Be a grown, full-fledged man with a family consisting of a human wife and a teenage human son >During dinner, your son says he wants to introduce you to his soulmate >"Good job, boy, I'd love to meet your future bride." >He interrupts you and says it's a drone What will you do if you find out your son is dating a drone, anon?
>>285399 Reveal to him he is 1/4 drone as his mother is a drone/human mongrel. Here's a pic of the grandma on her younger days(he thought she was grandpa's assistant, but she's also his wife)
>>285407 I just made a post without noticing that they were all discussing how to fuck the prostates of drone boys, so I deleted my post because it was incredibly stupid, but I still admit that I deserve to get a beating from a faggot bat.
>>285413 It's good that you admit you're a bad father, anon. Admitting the problem is the first step toward solving it. Maybe you'll be able to raise a son who fucks women, not toasters.
I got a lot of stuff to catch up to since getting burned out a bit with MD along with being busy with Uni and looking for a job. Space Station 14 also wasted a lot of my time. Gotta get back in the groove
Have this which was inspired by an image on /v/ right before eating a 3-day ban the other day.
>as Halloween approaches, sentinel base has enacted devil protocol, remaining on high alert for Lucy >everyone is tense, knowing their greatest fears could be sprung upon them >everyone except the janitors. they don't fear Lucy, yet fear grows within them as October 31st approaches >Halloween holds no terror for them in itself– but they dread it still >for it is the eve of November
>>285437 >The cleaners' hands instinctively reach for the cross when they hear "November." >It's their greatest fear; even the Solver's demons don't frighten them as much as what awaits them >How will Lucy make use of it?
>>285437 Has the paperwork forbidding him from doing it again not gone through yet!? Those pencil pushers are going to have permanent scars on their backs in the shape of my belt!
>>285447 Kek, I imagine the cleaners gathered in the utility room late at night, under the light of a single lamp, discussing a plan to punish the base bureaucrats for failing to issue a restraining order against Pavo.
>>285334 >anon so brainrotted he believes human women are drones >accidentally marries a flesh bag (ew) thinking she’s a drone the entire time >caring for his “pillbabies” I feel bad for you schizo anon
>>285460 She still has a mouth. I don't think it would matter how human DNA enters the drone, it just needs to get inside for it to be processed and for her to get pregnant m
>>285341 Although easily far from being the most significant stuff I've done for the threads, I think my personal favorite contributions has to be the surprising number of names (particularly the alliterative ones) for OCs/things/concepts that've wormed their way into becoming part of the general thread vocabulary
>>285500 that's what I'm asking. I don't want to assume any significance if I don't know for sure it's a new asset, and it seems like something that'd be scattered around in one of the cabins
>Wickedified Murder Drones about the friendship between Lizzy and the beautifully tragic Uzi, who's been short from birth >In this adaptation, the tragically beautiful future Wicked Witch of the East's disability is that she's only able to speak Russian; the slippers don't do anything to address this, the enchantment that turned them from silver to red and sparkly just makes them look super fancy >Doll accidentally casts a heart shrinking spell on V when she starts leaving her for Lizzy, and Uzi, desperate to save V, turns her into a literally heartless literal monster-who becomes a figuratively heartless figurative monster too as a result >only at the end does Khan discover Uzi is his daughter, and the family he wanted all along was right under his proverbial nose
>>285341 Not sure if I woyld call it my "favorite" thing but I was pleasantly surprised how the Martha is Louisa's sister thing I joked about became actual threadlore.
>at the grocery store >see some eggnog on the shelves >"yeah, it's 'nog season." I say to myself >her a startled gasp from behind me >look behind me >nothing >look down >a little black worker drone overheard me and is about to cry
>>285522 I think Meggy was a Splatoon OC from SMG4 that got converted into a human at some point and then got her own spinoff series on Glitch before going back to SMG4 because... I guess a tie-in to pull fans over.
>>285557 Valentine is a DSP level threat >Has no idea how to play a video game >only doing it because its cool > The stream is very laggy > She plays garbage music >Loud fan in background of unknown origin >She tries to do something "sexy" ; fails miserably ; cries
>>285566 he openly stated that he can and will ban evade. that said, I find it hard to believe that either of them would come back here without doing some more blatant shitstirring
>>285585 By the surprise twist villain whose skinsuited face will start being plastered everywhere even though the whole story was about building up to the twist revealing them.
>>285588 Not gonna lie, if that happens, depending on how had that retroactive worsening is I genuinely might bail from here. Maybe finish that much-delayed urban exploration green of mine so I can leave without regrets, but if it's bad enough I'm out.
>>285549 Goodnight to you anon, I'm going to try to sleep and fail because my sleep schedule is all kinds of fucked up and I can only sleep in the daytime now
>>285574 I feel like Pauline has one of the most defined personalities of any of the war girls. Shy, scared type, horrified by her situation. The epitome of the crying emoji. Just imagine Kobeni.
>>285563 >she sets up a giant fucking buffet of greasy garbage food >she’s obviously sweating but holding a smug smile >her servants try and tell her this isn’t a good idea but she screams at them >the next half hour of stream is her trying to eat any of it, gagging, spitting it out, trying again, repeat.
>>285591 Reposting to help you clarifying the lore:
I. Early Life (Soil Cultivator 8993 model):
>Before her resurrection, SC-8993 was a quiet, submissive Worker Drone assigned to agricultural duties on Agro-C. A planet dedicated to human crop production and trading.
>Her past life was one of servitude and neglect. She was constantly exploited and emotionally torn down, she spent her life picking fruits overseeing by the Hounds(A security system like the sentinels on Copper-9).
>Her memories bank got corrupted but some records suggest she faced both human and drone abuse, treated as disposable property rather than a living being.
>She died mysteriously, her memory logs corrupted so her final moments were erased. >No one came to retrieve her remains. Her body was left to rust among the very fields she once tended.
II. The Resurrection:
>After her death, a nearly extinct native parasitic species discovered her rusted body. The organism, driven by a desperate primal survival instinct, and unable to find any nervous system to inhabit instead hide in her corpse unintentionally rebooting her and activating her Absolute Solver making her organic enough to merge with her mechanical structure.
>What emerged no longer could count as a drone — but an unnatural fusion, a hybrid of biology and machine.
>The symbiosis formed a closed feedback loop: the parasite sustained the Solver by it's unnatural growth, and the Solver keep regenerating Strawberry organic components to cannibalise, keeping both alive and occupied in a corrupted cycle.
III. Current Life (Strawberry / A demiurge of Rot):
>Now, Strawberry believes herself to be the last living being on the planet. She hides her true, decomposing body somewhere deep, while sending out hivemind-grown clones to tend to her domain.
>She has created what she calls “Paradise”.A safe haven modeled after the human stories of Earth she once overheard for any potential survivors or travelers(Whether humans or drones) where nobody can die or starve.
>Through airborne spores and sensory manipulation, she alters the perception of those who enter — making rotten fruit seem ripe, and parasitic roots seem like healthy crops, disguising the dying planet.
>Anyone who tries to leave is quietly infected, their mind rewritten to stay.. Brainwashing them through spores to be Best friends.
>She is constantly coughing,bleeding and on the verge of collapse and maintaining her garden and hive clones is taking a huge toll on her.
>"Am i unlovable?" >"A heaven that's actually hell." >"Garden of eden but not with a god but a shadow of god. >"Masking Despair with care" >"Although i cry i couldn’t die"
IV. The Parasite:
>A native lifeform organism of Agro-C. They were the planet’s main dominant species before human colonization. Nearly eradicated during early terraforming projects.
>Behavior: Symbiotic parasitism; requires an organic nervous system to sustain itself.
>Status: simple thinking, the last of it’s kind beside it’s mother/queen surviving strain exists within Strawberry.
>it's motivation: Pure instinct. Survival, growth, finding its mother (Queen of the hive, lost somewhere beneath the planet’s crust.
>>285601 >in between moments of trying to eat food she goes “oh fuck” “ew” and “oh god” as she huffs and puffs trying to eat a single morsel of the mukbang >she begins to starve and go slightly feral but even now she can’t eat it, eventually she just resorts to grabbing an anon meat bag from the freezer and tearing into his jugular >moments later the stream is taken down for breaking TOS
>>285603 >Valentine screaming and scraping her arms across her table, crashing all the food on the floor >after a moment of huffing and puffing she sorts herself and with a light cough she tells stream she’ll be right back >after a moment Valentine is seen dragging anon from his collar, blood oozing onto the floor before slamming him on the table >”Alright chat” (note, there is no chat, she has 13 viewers) “today I will be doing the Valentine Mukbang challenge, invented by Valentine!” >she pulls out some pepper seasoning and pours it sparingly on anons neck >she pours an entire bottle of hot sauce on anons neck >by god, she put a ghost pepper on anons neck >Who taught this women how to cook?
>>285604 >Valentine's immediately left in shrieking agony by the hot sauce before she can get to his vitals >While all the servants try to help her, Anon manages to undo his binds and escape >There's a broken chair, a sharp leg splintered off the rest, easily enough to put through Valentine's heart and end her madness... >Anon instead types every slur into chat and gets her account banned before absconding >This proves to be the wisest move he could have made, as she's so distraught by being banned that she forgets he was there until the next morning >Besides, the stake probably wouldn't have killed her and just alerted the servants
>>163582 >>132227 >“You look like you’ve been through hell.” >He stood in the doorway. Long coat. Perfect posture. One eye yellow, the other blue. A smile that didn’t belong in this sterile place. >For a moment, everything in me went cold. >“You—” The word caught before I could finish it. >“J-10X111001, right?” he said lightly. “Guess that makes me your new Administrator.” >It was an N. >Not that N… Not the one who betrayed me and the Administrator… but the resemblance was there. >The same inflection, the same damned cheerfulness that grated like sand through gears. >“You’ve got to be kidding me.” >He chuckled softly, lowering his head a little. “First impressions. Off to a great start.” >I stared at him, every sensor in me screaming >“I led an N before. He and V both turned on me and our admin. Nearly got me decommissioned.” >He didn’t flinch. “I read the report. Copper 9, right? You managed to return despite the many anomalies there.” >“Flattery is inefficient.” >“Then let’s call it acknowledgement.” >That tone. Calm. Steady. Too steady >“If Primary Command assigned you here to test me…” I said, voice sharp, 'they’ll find my tolerance limited'. I kept these words to myself without continuing >He smiled faintly. Not mockingly, not kindly either. Just knowing >“You think I’m like the rest of them.” >“You almost have the same model, same voice, same mannerisms. That’s close enough.” >“And yet here we are,” he replied softly, “still on the same side.” >“For now.” >Simon’s voice cut in. “Both of you are to report to Overseer EINA’s Floor. Immediate mission briefing.” >I didn’t move right away. Just stared at the N, reading every flicker of light in his eyes for a hint of what hid behind them. But I saw nothing >“Let’s get this over with,” I said finally >He stepped aside, letting me pass first >The elevator doors closed behind us, sealing the two of us in a mirrored box. My reflection, and his >Two ghosts wearing familiar faces >The hum of the elevator started that same sterile rhythm >I could feel his gaze on me, not hostile, not friendly… just aware >I looked away, breaking eye contact with the reflection >Same face. Different eyes >If this one betrayed me too… I wouldn’t hesitate this time
>>285638 >The debriefing had ended faster than I expected >This N had kept an almost unnerving calm throughout the session; asking pointed questions, nodding occasionally, his tone steady and smooth >It wasn’t what I was used to from a typical N >No nervous chatter. No awkward laughter >Just quiet focus, the kind that unsettled me more than I cared to admit >When we finally stepped into the elevator, I was already mapping out the fastest route to the Docking Station >The sooner we boarded the ship, the sooner I could return to actual work, though I dreaded the amount of time I’d have to spend with him on that ship >I reached out to press the lowest floor: Docking. But before my finger could touch the button, his hand moved first >The soft chime of the console lit up a few floors higher than I’d chosen. >Commercial District >I blinked at him, the edge in my voice surfacing before I could rein it in >“Why are we stopping there? We should be heading to the Docking Station immediately.” >N turned his head toward me, eyes glancing faintly under the elevator light >His smile wasn’t smug or teasing… just... genuine, like he found something amusing in my impatience >Through the elevator was the glow of Station No. 7’s Commercial District >Overhead, holo-billboards flicker with garish promises: >[Upgrade Your Arsenal!], [Precision Servos: 40% Off!], [Enhanced Plating - Premium Only] >The kind of bright noise that made one’s eyes itch… >I didn’t want to be here. >After a brief period, the elevator doors slid open with a faint hiss, revealing the sprawling expanse of Station No. 7’s Commercial District. >N steps out first, coat tails sweeping over polished floor panels. >He pauses and breathes in the ambiance, as if reacquainting himself with a familiar stage. >I linger inside the elevator, tense. >My directive is clear: Docking Station, board the ship, proceed on mission. Not stroll through shopping districts. >I stayed in the elevator, eyes fixed on the open threshold as the noise of the outside poured in. >The Commercial District pulsed beyond, a cathedral of commerce disguised as efficiency. >Holo-screens shimmered with looping advertisements, the air heavy with chatter. >Rows of vendor stalls stretched as far as my senses could register, filled with drones trading parts, credits, and pride. >N stood at the center of it, taking it all in with that same faint smile. >Not the smirk of arrogance I’d seen too often from those who acted superior like S, nor the jittery friendliness of the typical N. >Just a quiet, knowing curve of the lips that suggested he belonged here in a way I never could. >“Administrator,” I began, my voice clipped while maintaining formality, “I fail to see the operational efficiency in detouring here. We need to reach the quota while on a tight schedule.” >He didn’t turn around, just said, “You sound like you haven’t stepped outside an assignment in years.” >“That’s because I haven’t.” >He chuckled softly, finally looking back at me. “You might find it refreshing, then.” >“I find it inefficient,” I shot back. >He spread his arms a little, coat catching the light of a passing shuttle reflection. >“Efficiency isn’t always linear, J.” >“Efficiency,” I replied, stepping forward at last, “is supposed to be linear. That’s what makes it efficient.” >My feet met the polished tiles with a soft metallic ring as I exited the elevator. >The doors slid shut behind me, trapping the sterile silence I preferred back inside.
>>285639 >Out here, everything buzzed: movement, voices, lights, all intersecting in a chaotic, yet arranged mess. >I reluctantly followed him lest I be deemed insubordinate. >He began walking, hands in pockets, eyes scanning the rows of vendors. >“Do you ever wonder,” he said, “why we even have places like this?” >“Commerce increases morale and promotes sustained productivity among the rank-and-files,” I answered automatically. “It’s a behavioral conditioning tactic designed to simulate reward-based motivation.” >“Typical J,” he said, smiling faintly again. “You memorize that line from a training manual?” >“It’s called knowing your framework.” >He stopped in front of a shop window displaying a pristine frame with upgraded wings. “And yet your frame’s got a dent.” >I followed his gaze downward, only to notice the faint depression on my left leg—barely visible, but there. >“Occupational hazard,” I said curtly. >“Sure.” His eyes raised, yellow-blue reflecting the glass. “Or maybe it’s because you haven’t updated since.” >That caught me off guard. “You also read my history...” >“I did.” >“Then you should know what I’ve been through. I didn’t have the leisure or luxury, unlike you and everyone else.” >“I know.” His voice softened. “Same old stubborn J.” >There was no pity in his tone, nor artificial sympathy. Just acknowledgement. Which somehow made it worse. >I kept my mouth shut. >He studied me for a moment, the noise of the District filling the silence between us. “Have you ever stopped running missions, J?” >“I’m a Disassembly Drone and was a squad leader,” I said flatly. “That’s what I was built for.” >“Was,” he repeated quietly. >Something about the way he said it irritated me. I turned away. >“If this is an attempt to establish rapport, 'Administrator', it’s unnecessary. I understand the hierarchy, regardless of my displeasure with management prerogative.” >“Good to know.” He started walking again, slower this time, letting the crowd part naturally around him. >“But this isn’t about loyalty. It’s about performance. You’re running on outdated hardware. That affects both.” >I stopped. “I perform at full operational capacity.” >He turned, raising an eyebrow. “You barely made it out of your last mission.” >“There were many unforeseen circumstances.” >“Of course.” >The amusement in his voice grated on me, but I couldn’t ignore checking my own diagnostic data scrolling through my HUD. >There were minor problems but nothing critical. But he wasn’t wrong either. >I folded my arms. “Even if I did require upgrades, I’ve recently exhausted my mission credits.” >He tilted his head. “On what?” >“That’s classified.” >He smirked. “You mean personal.” >My eyes narrowed. “Personal doesn’t exist in our line of work.” >“Maybe it should.” >The words hung between us like static interference. >I should’ve walked away then, but he gestured toward an establishment to our left. >A sleek building illuminated by cool white light. The sign above it read: [Reinforcement & Refit: Authorized Units Only] >“Come on,” he said. “I’ll cover it.” >I blinked. “You’ll cover what exactly?” >“Upgrades.” >“I don’t take charity.” >He gave a small laugh. “It’s not charity. It’s like maintenance. If I’m your Administrator, your functionality falls under my jurisdiction. Consider it… what’s the word… corporate optimization.” >I hated how smooth that sounded.
>>285640 >The air in the Refit Chamber smelled faintly of ozone and sterilized coolant, the kind of scent you’d associate with high-grade maintenance bays and corporate overhauls. >White panels lined the walls, humming faintly with power. >The floor glistened underfoot, pristine enough to reflect even the faintest tremor of light from the consoles. >I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not like this. Not for something as… excessive and selfish as ‘personal upgrades’. >The Tinker Drone operating this facility approached hesitantly when N flashed his administrator credentials. >His manner changed immediately, posture stiffening, voice careful. “Administrator N-X10001010,” he said with a quick bow. “What are your upgrade parameters?” >N gestured at me. “For her.” >The technician’s eyes flickered. “Ah. Serial J-10X111001… confirmed. May I see her spec sheet?” >He didn’t even wait for me to answer before transmitting it. >I shot N a look. He only smiled, leaning against the side railing as though this was just another casual errand. >“Wasn't this just for as much as maintenance? I don’t recall allowing excessive upgrades,” I said, my tone sharp enough to cut through the ambient hum. >“Good thing I did, then,” he replied. >The technician’s console beeped, and a projection appeared in the air: a rotating hologram of my body layout, all the old combat parameters and worn parts highlighted in amber. >It looked clinical. I felt exposed. >The Tinker Drone spoke in a monotone. “You’re still equipped with the standard disassembly loadout: dual blades, claws, rifles, missiles, and some standard anti-drone tech. Efficient, but obsolete.” >“Obsolete?” I repeated, crossing my arms. >“Yes, ma’am,” he said, his voice lowering as if afraid to offend. “The latest combat-grade Disassembly Drones now employ predictive-assist AIs, micro-tactical analytics, and sun-shielded frame. I… assume these are among the Administrator’s requested enhancements as well as an upgraded arsenal of weaponry?” >N nodded once. “Add wing propulsion upgrades too. I want her flight capability up to the highest mobility standards.” >That made me pause. “You can’t just—” >“I can,” he interrupted, tone light but final. “Privileges of rank.” >The technician’s eyes flared in acknowledgment. “Understood. Commencing priority installation.” >Mechanical arms descended from the ceiling: sleek, spider-like appendages fitted with welding torches and calibration needles. >I felt the urge to step back, but N placed a hand on the console, eyes calm. “You’ll be fine, J.” >“I didn’t ask to be,” I muttered, stepping onto the platform anyway. >As the process began, cold fingers of metal traced my frame, disassembling layers of armor with mechanical precision. >The sound was a dull hum. Steel against steel, punctuated by the faint hiss of plasma welds. >My systems dimmed as auxiliary power rerouted to accommodate the procedure.
>>285641 >“So,” N said conversationally, “you’re not curious what all this costs?” >“I already asked myself that,” I said flatly. “And I doubt even my accumulated mission credits could afford one of these modifications, let alone all of them. Nor are these upgrades allowed for someone like me...” >“Correct,” he said, grinning faintly. “They can’t and it shouldn't.” >“Then how—” >“Administrative privileges,” he said again, as if that explained the entire cosmos. >My eyes raised. “You’re saying this is allowed because you said it’s allowed?” >“Exactly.” >I stared at him for a long moment. “That seems… irresponsible.” >He gave a soft laugh. “I prefer to think of it as an efficient delegation of authority. You’d like that phrasing better, right?” >I didn’t dignify that with a response. >The machine arms detached my wings, setting them aside. The replacements waited on an adjacent rack—sleek black composites layered with segmented alloy, etched with faint gold circuitry that pulsed faintly like veins. >Lighter, faster, built for silent propulsion. >When the arms began mounting them onto my frame, I felt the difference immediately. >Weight distribution optimized. Airflow recalibration subroutines synced perfectly with my neural network. >Then came the rest: the predictive-assist AI integrating with my primary systems, a new layer of combat algorithms whispering quiet calculations into the back of my cognition. Movement prediction probabilities, attack vector estimations, trajectory paths. >All of this now accessible with a single thought. >And finally, the frame. Synthetic sunlight-resistant, a shimmering overlay that replaced my original dull frame. Sunlight exposure tolerance: infinite. >When it was over, my HUD glowed cleaner, smoother. I hadn’t realized how slow my sensory feed had been until now. >The technician’s voice trembled slightly as he spoke. “Upgrades complete, Administrator. She’s… fully optimized.” >N gave a nod, almost pleased. “Good work.” >The Tinker Drone bowed slightly, eager to retreat. >I stepped off the platform, recalibrating balance. >Every movement felt sharper, cleaner, almost alien. >“Why?” I asked finally. >He looked up. “Why what?” >“Why go through the trouble?” I said. “Why these upgrades? It’s like I’ve been reborn.” >“Think of it as an investment,” he said with that infuriating ease. “And besides… It's been a while since we’ve seen each other. Call it a reunion.” >I frowned. “A reunion?” >“Yeah,” he said softly. “You, me… all that’s missing is V.” >The name hit harder than I expected. For a moment, I saw her—smirking, confident, unbreakable. >And then I remembered the way she’d looked before we last spoke to one another... >I crossed my arms. “You have a strange way of showing kindness, Administrator.” >He tilted his head slightly. “That’s because you never stopped being you.” >He said it like it was a compliment. I wasn’t sure if it was.
>>285642 >We stepped out of the establishment together. The hallways outside were polished to a sterile sheen, lined with drones moving in silence. >With enhanced senses, that's when I noticed, though perhaps felt was a better term, that the air changed when N walked beside me. >Conversations hushed. Others averted their eyes. >It wasn’t respectful. It was avoidance. >Even the Disassembly Drones stationed at the far end shifted subtly when we passed. >I turned my head slightly toward him. “N.” Momentarily forgetting formality. >“Yes?”, he responded, not minding the sudden change in the way I addressed him. >“Why does everyone seem to be… avoiding you?” >He blinked, genuinely puzzled. “Avoiding me?” >As if on cue, one of the drones stationed nearby, a tall Disassembly model, glanced in our direction. >Our eyes met. For a fraction of a second, I saw it. >Fear >Then he turned sharply, muttered something into his comms, and disappeared down the corridor. >I narrowed my eyes. “That.” >N’s expression didn’t change, but his gaze softened slightly, almost distant. “They get nervous,” he said simply. >“Nervous?” >“About titles. About what they think I am.” >“And what are you?” I asked. >He smiled faintly. “That depends on who’s asking.” >I didn’t like that answer. >We stopped near the observation window overlooking the central hub while waiting for the elevator to arrive on our floor. >The view stretched endlessly, tiers of processing units, assembly lines, luminous data channels pulsing like veins through the infrastructure, while drones of all shapes and sizes moved along. >“J,” he said suddenly, tone softer now. “Do you know anything about me?” >I hesitated. “I know what an N is.” >He chuckled. “Go on.” >“Overly sociable,” I said. “Eager to please. Emotionally… inconsistent. Generally unreliable in the field, and prone to distraction and self-doubt. Optimistic to a fault. Essentially a liability in prolonged high-risk operations unless supervised.” >He grinned. “So, the usual.” >“Yes,” I said flatly. >He turned his gaze toward the glowing sprawl outside the window. “But do you know me?” >I didn’t answer right away. >I’d heard a story once, long ago, half-whispered, about an N who became an Administrator. >It was said he’d survived something catastrophic, ascended the hierarchy like an anomaly, though no one knew how or why. >“I heard of an N who got promoted,” I admitted. “But nothing beyond that. The details didn’t seem relevant to me so I didn’t look into it further.” >He turned to me, expression unreadable. “That’s all?” >“That’s all,” I confirmed. >For a moment, he just stared, then smiled, faintly amused. “You really don’t pay attention to gossip, do you?” >I didn’t respond, but internally, the thought flickered through me like static: I have missions to complete. Not rumors to indulge. >He must’ve seen the look on my face because he laughed softly. “You really haven’t changed much.” >“I wasn’t aware you knew what I was like before.” >“Oh, I do,” he said quietly. “And hearing you say things like that… it feels like old times.” >He looked genuinely happy for the first time since we met. Not forced. Not administratively polite. Just quietly… nostalgic. >I didn’t understand it. But I didn’t ask. >My eyes drifted toward the reflection in the window again. >Around us, the hall remained strangely empty, like the facility itself held its breath. >Everyone avoided him. >And for the first time since stepping into this reassignment, I felt an echo of something I hadn’t in a long while. >Certainty. >Whatever this N was. Whatever made the others steer away. >One thing was clear: this wasn’t the same N I thought or expected. >And that realization… was far more unnerving than I cared to admit.
Prompt time >Tessa stares at the massive centipede like monstrosity that had taken Cyn's place >[You didn't have to see this.] Cyn staes as she crushes the globe in her claw >Tessa turns to look at J only to find her once faithful companion now under Cyn's control >J wordlessly slams the door shut and lunges to grab Tessa >Tessa screams as J grabs onto her right arm >Blinding light fills the room and Tessa is no longer there >J stand there holding the human girl's severed arm
>Tessa wakes up to the taste of sand in her mouth, the feeling of the scorching sun beating down on her, and an inescapable pain in her right arm >Or at least where it used to be >Tessa struggles to bring herself to her feet and takes a look at her surroundings >Sand dunes as far as the eye can see, a city off in the distance >Massive bug creatures stalking the dunes >Tessa swallows her fear and starts her way to civilization >Too bad for her it can barely be called that
>>285651 >Tessa travels the moon and conquers its many dangers, achieving near-demigod status with her donut allies >Then they all get sent back to the manor with her >The Solver gets laid the fuck out by a group of augmented freaks
>>285647 >EU5 Pfft, based on the information I've seen, this will be another piece of shit from Paradox, which they will bring to a playable state over several years by adding DLC, which together will cost three times more than the game itself.
>>285705 >>285706 Shit, that's the genderbent Cyn, I confused he with N. In my defense, I'll say that all drones look the same, it's not hard to confuse them.
If we assume Mitchell survived the core explosion and became Doll's father, how would Doll's life have turned out with a human father? How would Mitchell have struggled to cope in a drone society? How would Yeva have responded to Nory's jokes about "meatfucker," and then to Uzi's attacks on her husband?
>>285729 Klaus Drone. You have been marked for assassination for crimes against humanity. Expect a small green drone with a red sword to come visit you soon.
>>285736 Haha. Oh no! I guess straight Pavo will have to put the power of his big, muscular hips into breeding a female instead. Holding their wrists with his big, strong sentinel hands as he pounds them over and over before hugging them tight and flooding them with sentinel spunk. That would be terrible.
>>285746 Now they're completely boring! >>285743 Ha, no. He's asexual now and hates people badgering him. He's also considering going in for a flat aft plate... >>285738 I counter your counterspell.
>>285752 >>285749 >>285738 >>285756 I as the DM know that you fucks can counterspell loop for the next ten minutes, as such : The orignal spell gets countered, everyone roll on the wildmagic chart 10 times, you all lose all your sepllslots
Anon and Beretta first time sexo green coming in hot!
>You close the bedroom door behind you as you see Beretta pace back and forth. >She has her arms wrapped around her as she looks like she’s both extremely nervous and in deep thought. She hasn’t noticed your presence yet. >”Beretta?” You call out and she stops and looks at you in shock but once she notices it’s you she sighs and relaxes, letting her arms drop. >”Hey, honey.” Beretta says in a quiet, meek voice. That’s unusual. “I’m glad to see you.” >You and Beretta have been dating for at least a year now. It may have been your first relationship, before Copper-9 went to the trash can, that lasted this long but you wouldn’t replace it for anything. It’s the best thing that could have happened to you. You love her and she loves you. She even moved away from her parents’ place so she could live with you much to the displeasure of her mother, Uzi Doorman. >N didn’t seem to mind that much. Hell, he even looked proud Beretta was finally able to find a significant other. The relationship with her and her parent is…complicated. But that’s a story for another time. >Beretta called you earlier. She told you that she wanted to speak with you about something important once you were done helping out Khan at his door workshop. You asked her what she wanted to talk about but she was dismissive of that and just said she couldn’t talk about it over the phone. >This was unusually out-of-character for her so you’re worried if she got into trouble with her mother again. You hurried up with whatever tasks you had left to do and double timed it back home. >”Me too, Beretta.” You crouch down and she immediately goes to hug you. She hugs you for a few seconds before letting you go. “Is something wrong? Did something happen.” >”No, no. Everything is okay.” She shakes her hear. “It’s, um…” She fidgets with her thumbs and looks at the bed. “Can we sit down first.” >”Sure.” You grab Beretta underneath her shoulders and lift her up in the air. She yelps and a faint scanline blush appears on her visor. You walk over to the bed and sit down. You gently sit Beretta right next to you and she smiles. “Thank you.” >”So, what’s up?” You start questioning her. “Did something happen again? Your mother came by here again?” >”No, no. It’s not that. Just, uh…” She stares at her legs as she’s kicking them nervously. “I’ve been, eh, thinking about something.” >”Really? About what?” Beretta moves her hand and rests it on her thigh. She looks up at you. “Promise me you won’t talk about this to anyone? This is just between the two of us.” Her expression looks serious and you can feel her stating at the back of your soul. >You take her hand within yours and cup it with the other. “I promise.” You lean forward and kiss her on the forehead. She smiles at the gesture. You let go of her hand and she stares at it for a moment before letting it rest. >”So, I’ve been thinking about something for a while now. You know how we’ve been a couple for a while now, right?” You nod. “We do things couples do. Go for walks, watch movies, do things together?” >”Yes?” You raise an eyebrow at her. You hope that she didn’t get into deep trouble with someone or something. “There are, um, more things that couples could do, right?” More…things? What is she talking about? “I was thinking we could, eh…uhh…” Beretta scratches at her legs as she looks like she’s having trouble trying to say something. She stops scratching at her legs, takes a deep breath, the drone equivalent, and exhales. She then looks at your eyes. >”Would you like to have sex with me?”
>>285775 >You stare at her like a Sentinel that got hit by the seemingly sentient bus that’s inside the outpost. >Beretta’s expression turns sad. She shakes her head and jumps of the bed. “No. Forget what I said.” She then starts to walk towards the door. >You snap out of your stupor and reach out for her. “Wait!” You yell out as you grab her by the arm. She stops and looks at you. “What did you just say?” >She pulls her arm out of your grasp and looks to the side shyly. “You heard what I said, dummy…” >Okay, that unexpected. You never expected Beretta to say something like…this. It’s like the Japanese attacking Pearl Harbor in complete surprise. You crouch down face level but she’s still avoiding your gaze. “Not that I wouldn’t do it with you but this is unexpected.” You reach out and grab her by the shoulder. “Do you mean---” Beretta’s head suddenly snaps forward. She grabs your arm with one hand, holding it in place, and with the other reaches out and cups the side of your face. She learns forward and plants her flat drone lips onto yours. >Her tongue pushes into your mouth as she explores with such vigor that you’ve never seen before. She separates from the kiss and looks at you with an angry expression. “Of course I mean it. I’ve wanted to ask you this for a long time.” >Long time? “What do you mean?” She doesn’t let go of your head but her face relaxes. “Contrary to what you may think but my mother collects other kinds of human media besides anime. A while ago, before we met, I, uh, stumbled upon mom’s private stash of explicit material with…humans.” She stumbled upon Uzi’s porn stash? “I was disgusted then but with you in my life I actually got fascinated by the memory and I’ve been thinking it maybe actually feels that good. Heheh…” She nervously laughs. >So let’s get this straight. Before she met you, Beretta found her mother’s porn stash and didn’t think anything of it then but now wants to do it with you? You shake your head, trying to regain your senses from the sheer absurdity of the situation “I, uh, would love to do it with you but drones don’t have…” You look down at her hips. “…that.” >She pulls away your hand from your shoulder and starts to guide it down while she maintains eye contact with you. She pushes it lower and lower until it passes by the underside of her hoodie. She pushes your hand underneath it, right towards her hips and you feel something…rubbery. With folds. And is wet. >Beretta sighs and arches her head back. She bites her lips as she smiles. “As I said, I thought about this for a long time. I did some searching around and I found this drone that makes…exotic parts, so to speak, for clients with select tastes…I’ve had it for a month now. I just couldn’t tell you about it. Didn’t know how you’ll react. I even…masturbated with it once while I was alone and that kinda pushed me in this direction, so…please?”
>pavo gets his butt stuck while taking a cake out of the oven >don't worry, he's fine- he's rated to survive plasma blasts after all >but lucy takes the opportunity to paint a scary pumpkin face on pavo's wide canv-ass >she paints a second, smaller, but even scarier face on his fat boy balls >anon will be scared stiff when he sees lucy's work
>>285651 >Cyn sends J, V and N to the moon >Tessa has become the God-Queen of the United Cities and the Holy Nation >She casually punches limbs off of the drones if they try anything aggressive
>>285802 >Cyn sends N, V, and J to take out Tessa >She does a spinning kick and knocks them all the fuck out, then puts them in cages >After a bit of talking, Cyn feels the distinct sensation of the trio leaving her party and joining Tessa's
>>285828 thats whats so crazy it looks just like bonnie and jane but in darktide funny to imagine Jane guardsman (loose cannon obv) and her not Ogyrn GF
>>285720 It's been a hot minute since I've touched upon this topic, but in my mind there's really only one (relative) grounded way for Mitchell to both 'survive' the core collapse & become Doll's father without completely deviating from canon >Mitchell dies in the core collapse, but his mind/soul survives (perhaps assimilated by Yeva due to mercy killing him just before the collapse occurs?) >Yeva uploads Mitchell's mind/soul into the first drone she comes across post-collapse (Doll's Dad) >Mitchell has to learn how to suddenly live as a drone whilst Yeva has to help keep his true nature secret alongside her own Solver Stuff >Their initial facade they use to cover the truth, being that they are a couple who just happened to fall in love at first sight after the collapse, eventually turns into something genuine and the rest (having Doll, raising their daughter, dying to V) is history
>>285834 >darktide style game where you play as a ragtag team of characters (sentinel drone, BOXON marine, Solver witch, etc.) mowing down waves of Solverforms/Armitage proxies/ oogis and completing objectives for your Union overlords I’d play it
>>285843 Damn, that sounds so fucking absurd, but also so fucking cool. I'd play that too. I'd choose a human character, a liquidator, if I had the chance.
>>285851 Guys, I don't understand how this mosquito can make my heart burn with proletarian anger so strongly, but I swear by the Party, I will wipe that smirk off her face.
>>285861 It's pretty easy to bypass a ban from Blackhand, but I don't consider you a pillar, however, you should think about why you're being compared to a schizo like a pillar, because that's already a warning sign.
Is it just me or is anyone just not in a Halloweeny mood? I swear when September started the stores immediately started pushing out their Christmas/Holiday Drones instead of the Halloween ones. Aside from that I'm just not in the spooky mood you know?
jsyk, if you take a gander at drone /co/ theyre talking about Plus and it being awful and they need to make their own Booru or something after impersonating an anon from here
and now we got someone talking about ""Offtopic OCs" in case you thought any of this was geniune
>>285843 >>285844 sentinel drone >high speed, medium defence, high damage >weapon: armament aperture (all share one ammo pool that constantly ticks up when not in use) >limited flight, medium health, high armor that absorbs 100% of damage, armor regenerates gradually but health is difficult to recover Liquidator >medium speed, medium defence, high damage >weapon: flamethrower/acidsprayer/plasmacaster, blazer pistol, heat blade >environmental damage immunity (acid, fire), weapons deal DoT to enemies, inject combat stims for “kill everything for 10 seconds” BOXON sec-marine >low speed, high defence, high damage >weapons: jet-bomb rifle, resonance sword >charge through crowds of enemies and send them flying/kill them with a shockwave when you land from a high place, carve down crowds with your sword and deal stupid damage to single targets with your gun, you move like you’re wearing Fo4 power armor with a small car tied to your back and you get less back from armor pickups Solver witch >high speed, low defence, high damage >weapons: lashing tendrils, the three pointed star burned onto your soul >blink teleport short distances, climb walls by walking into them, limited flight, pick up objects & small enemies and launch them gravity gun style, hack enemies to make them friendly, healing/using your powers builds your heat meter, stay close to enemies to catch their oil and cool off
>>285873 I mean it was blatantly obvious to me that it was a /co/tribefag attempting to start shit. Just assumed everyone knew that but was keeping quiet about it as to not give them any kind of attention, then again it seems the thread isn't just ignoring them for some reason or maybe it's just a vocal minority that doesn't understand the term >"Don't feed the troll" I probably fucked up by even making this post tbh
>>285874 jcJ technician >medium speed, medium defence, low damage >weapons: multitool, pistol (blazer,revolver,smg), stun stick >use multitool to interface with machines (open/close doors, raise/lower platforms and bridges, unlock vents and item vendors) and to control worker drones like pikmin to fight for you, killed enemies give scrap metal, use scrap metal to upgrade your drones and build more if they die
>>285884 We have a few new anons and they don't cause drama, but this tourist regularly shows up here to cause drama and then go to /co/ and complain about pocketsteaks.
>>285873 Pillar regularly complains that Booru's moderators aren't doing their "job" properly. I gave him a link to /co/ Booru so he'd leave drone Booru alone.
>be me >literally decaying in bed >one of my fingers falls off >my N looks at it, then me, innocently >"Are you using that?" he asks >shake my head 'no', nearly make my head fall off >N picks up my finger and tosses it into his mouth like a cocktail weenie, casually crunching the bones between his teeth before swallowing it down >"Thanks, anon." N smiles, licking his lips
>>285901 >>285902 Alright nevermind, reverse psychology works well on her >I'm decaying in my bed As with smileanon, here is a big sloppy kiss on the forehead so you get better sooner
>>285901 Ah shit. Straight Pavo scares me. The idea of straight Pavo being the only NSFW image he gets (aside from backplate shots from this thread's hero) also scares me. >>285902 >Having to swap your sleep schedule for a few days of work Wow, fun.
>>285910 >Ha-ha, full adult life sounds so much fun! What did anon mean by this? It's almost as if he's undera- ANON WATCH OUT IT'S THE ABSOLUTE GROOMER SHE'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU!
Yesterday I killed a DD bitch. I lured her into the woods, then neutralized her with a bootloop shotgun, and beat her in the core with a sledgehammer all night.
Robo-God, anon, this is better than sex, I tell you.
do you think if I gave her enough Halloween candy Lucy would be placated and not scare me? she failed with the rubber spider, ghost sheet, and rubber mask so I'm starting to get worried
>>285949 It's temporary, usually caused when J spends too much time letting the four demons of Fear, Self-Loathing, Stinkin' Thinkin', und Dilly Dallying take root in her mind. It only needs to manifest for long enough to win the fight.
>>285953 The anons have failed me where is the vore fetish Drones? They make Drones for other obvious fetishes but darest not make one that would make Cyn canonically happy?
Remember. We all originally came from /co/ despite the attempts of one we are all still the same bastard Anons at the end of the day, although we now reside somewhere else do not forget that we still have brothers in /co/. And even if that's not enough for you, remember we are all united by the fact that all of us are Dronefags, we are better than any other group on the internet that claims to like Murder Drones because unlike them we actually understand the fucking source material and debate things
Well if I am the only one here at the moment. I declare that any post past this point is to be greeted with incessant booing! And the poster having tomatoes tossed at them!
>>285954 I am still sitting on the fridge drone concept, just really debating on if I wanna be remembered as the anon who made them or not (not into it personally , i just had a neat idea stuck in my head for like 6 months now):
>Comes in 2 sizes: Mini (WD sized) & Full (DD Sized) >Insides are mostly hollowed out for storage, components stored in limbs (have slightly chunky shoulder/hip pad looking things) >No ill intentions/Malice from the creators, just wanted a convenient way to store cold/frozen items without lugging around a freezer everywhere (just a bad case of the owner/ drone becoming a freak) >Neck/torso extremely stretchy, The hard plastic bits on the torso all have expansion joints to prevent blockages. >Fullsized fridge drones can cryofreeze things >Adapters are aftermarket only, but comparable somehow >otherwise function more or less like normal drones
Ill probably never work on this idea for my own sake, but for the like 3 anons are into it, go nuts
>>285971 You know that's actually kind of an interesting idea from a non-fetish standpoint. Could potentially be used to transport certain types of rocks or minerals from other planets that require colder temperatures to prevent cracking? Just spitballing
>>285971 >Fucked up greentext where a Fridge Drone cryofreezes their owner in an attempt to keep them from dying from a horrible disease >Greentext ends with the cyrofreezing function malfunctioning revealing that their cells exploded due to improper freezing
>>285971 >debating on if I wanna be remembered as the anon who made them or not I can take that bullet, I wrote the original posts about mini drones swallowing 2 liters to chill them. that or we both came up with incredibly similar ideas
>>285971 >Fridge Drone "stores" a poor unfortunate Soda Drone inside them to chill >"Hehe, just chill out.", says the Fridge Drone to the muffled screaming inside them
>>285975 Honestly my fear is that the musical video will involve Uzi going on a rampage and slaughtering basically everyone in the Outpost with N in what is supposed to be a "darkly romantic" scene. Would feel like that would be a massive middle finger to the show since the goal of stopping The Solver would be pointless if everyone dies anyway
>>285977 >Looking both U-U's in the optics before saying >"I'm actually a Mr. Pibb kinda man." >Closing your eyes for the last time as the two incredibly pissed off Drones prepare to remove your organs
>>285975 a few. >this >>285979 >pissing on Tessa's grave in some manner, making light of her death >desecrating Alice's corpse >throwing out the scenes shown in the finale credits (ghost doll, j spaceship) >implying a cliffhanger that will never be concluded >making an addition to canon that retroactively makes the show worse
>>285986 >implying a cliffhanger that will never be concluded >making an addition to canon that retroactively makes the show worse Imagine if they ended the music video with a giant fucking UFO showing up and abducting the two
>>285982 never saved them. iirc they weren't actually greens and I wrote them like I was asking for help on a drone forum. might've been around December but I honestly have no idea
>>285993 >Liam Vickers leaves the script on his desk for 3 minutes to go take a piss >Anon who had smuggled his way into Glitch headquarters by way of Giant N plushie creeps his way to the desk >Erasing a few lines about Alice and Tessa, he puts in the abrupt N and J sloppy makeout session before climbing back in the N plushie's spacious hole >Not bothering to look over his script, Liam sends it in for episode production >"Mr. Vickers, are you sure this is the script you want us to animate? It seems kinda out of the-" >Liam raises his hand, silencing the foolish Kevin Temmer >"My work is perfect as it is, this is the story I've been wanting to do for years. Now make my masterpiece come to life....rawr XD.", Liam confidently states >Unknowst to Mr. Vickers, Michael Kovach was forced to make out with a piece of salami for 30 hours to perfectly replicate the sound needed for the makeout session >Finally the episode is put on Youtube >Nuzi fans are in shambles >J x N fans are on suicide watch >The singular J x N fan celebrates like washed-up celebrity, cocaine and hookers absolutely everywhere >Liam not bothering to watch it, spends the rest of his day getting telepathically jerked-off by his Cordie tulpa
>>285975 I don't dare have hopes, it feels like asking for too much and getting punished for it in turn. >fears I dunno, I felt I would care more for it but I just feel nothing at this prospect desu, 95% it eill be Nuzi with maybe V and J, and I admittedly hope this happens since Glitch knows fuckall about sidecharacters (anyone but the big 5 is a side character in this regard, even Doll etc) and they'd fuck up lore or commit character assasionations. >>285979 The actual show is kinda that already, Uzi killed (involuntarily, but didn't exactly lose any sleep over it, in fact she slept just fine in the bus literally five minutes later) innocents and all the DDs and it is implied they still do, to Glitch they are heckin wholesome and either they think its funny or they really just aren't aware of wtf this means in universe. >>285986 That's the eorst case but I feel so too, I don't expect them to reference Alice or Tessa at all tho, Glitch hasn't exactly been interested in any of them and they hopefully learned from the desaster where they had someone deny oil-Doll which crossed Liam's take. No graves or bodies will be shown, at least of named characters (cept Doll), I hope so at least, they did it in 8 already. Alice especially isn't gonna appear, I'd love official renders or even animations but the monkeys paw/fist/idk would fuck it up so I don't have these hopes or wishes, status quo has been enjoyable so far and realistic risk/win assesment shows the risks far outweigh possible gains, so let's hope they don't make anything with her. Furthermore I feel they would have shown the body in 8 if they were ever going to, but as is: >Alice's head is severely smashed in, they used Blackout damage to save animation of detail, it is pretty much impossible to show this onscreen >Alice's 'death' imo has so much detail lining up to make her survival realistic that this exact condition (ZD who we know would survive even severe face damage) could have been either an oversight or intentional red herring So we will not see her in that state, and we won't see her intact either because Glitch doesn't see her as marketable, she's a sidecharacter and overall they and parts of the fandom act as if Alice is more evil than Cyn, likely since her secenes were plaid straight but eh
>throwing out the scenes shown in the finale credits (ghost doll, j spaceship) >implying a cliffhanger that will never be concluded >making an addition to canon that retroactively makes the show worse At least one of these will happen
>>285975 Fears: >haha fooni murder, especially by a non-V >shitting on anyone outside The Official Uzi Fanclub (Plus Lizzy, Plus The Absolute Solver, Plus The Teacher) >generally things that are mean spirited (yes, I know) in a way that makes me think "Whoever at Glitch came up with this, is there something on your mind? Are you okay?"
>>286010 Can be, former is 'evil', latter is sheer lack of effort to get to know the series (or cogmitive disonance about the implications of dead WDs, as in they they don't register this beyond a joke is murder), ehich makes it more 'stupid'. Ngl they are the same desu
>>286011 Yeah, there's no unawareness of what this means in-universe, there's just not caring what it means. Like those two /co/ (energy vampire/literal vampire/normie-resenting autismo) Anons who, with straight faces, said the intention of V's character arc isn't "V learns to become a slightly functional person again and her momentum points in a positive direction" but "V decides she shouldn't kill Uzi and Lizzy specifically, anyone else is still fair game".
>>286014 in canon? Alice. J's a close second, but she's at least had someone she could actually talk with. Alice has only had someone to talk at and she certainly hasn't had proper physical affection. girl needs to be able to feel well and truly safe. I'd walk down there in picrel, throw some slugs down a few dino throats, and give that poor country girl a great big hug
>>285997 (me) >>285992 >>285982 What ive found sofar of it, its was spread apart a few threads so i midve missed a few comments in between, gona keep looking
Gotta be honest: MD is the most invested I've gotten into something since Friendship is Magic, and I'm terrified this music video will be like the season 4 finale was for me: a jump the shark moment that leaves me feeling lost and desperate for a new community that's substantial-feeling enough for me to invest in.
>>286018 (Me) Found more, unsure what else is left.
I think this this is a neat/cute idea, even with all the vore stuff... hoping this dosent make me go down that dark path again. I think if you have any motivation too, try working on these guys more anon.
Rendering this was a pain in the ass. For starters, the only map i could find that looked remotely like Copper-9 was way to heavy and had to be decimated to hell, then I had to find the right settings throughout the software AND my own computer just to render it and not take a week without any dip in quality. I damn near finished the second panel for this but blender decided it didn't want to cooperate AT ALL and just crashed repeatedly, no matter how many times I changed things around. It fucking sucks because I was really looking forward to using this Megatron in a fight as he is a BADASS. This isn't the first time I tried this scenario either, it ended the same way as this, too. I might try again at some point, but right now I'm fed up.