Technically, regulations don't prohibit dressing grunts in any outfit you want. But in practice, command will kick your ass if they see a grunt in a Leia slave costume.
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>>301952 DAMN YOU, YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT, SHE RIP MY PANTS RIGHT IN THE BREAKROOM AND NOW I'M A FUCKING CELEBRITY BECAUSE OF MY SPONGEBOB UNDERWEAR! GO FUCK YOURSELF!
>>302095 Agree or disagree with this /co/ post? >murder drones is like an evanescence song, except every time the epic chorus hits it's interrupted by a self aware joke because the band is afraid of being called cringе
>>302115 I'm not enough westoid to understand what this even means.
For me, Murder Drones is simply a great multi-season show crammed into eight episodes, with all the problems that entails. Honestly, Glitch should at some point announce they're remaking Murder Drones, but with multiple seasons and a proper plot development, without stuffing an elephant in a box.
>>302121 Elsewhere, in another universe, a somewhat different J is disappointed and sad to wake up from a dream right as Tessa was telling him that Mum and Dad are asleep and asking if he's down to fingerbang her.
>Y is sick of being broke and having to rely on Anon whenever she wants something >She tries to get a job at a GW store again >Y is denied because DD's aren't exactly customer facing >She comes back home seething and crying and (you) have to cheer her up >Not only is she still jobless and broke but the 50% employee discount is beyond her reach
>>302137 >Not only is she still jobless and broke but the 50% employee discount is beyond her reach GW may be degenerates, but they are not idiots, they know that she wants to ruin them: they always make lists of the most active clients.
instead of being influenced by nightcore and the 2000's hot topic scene, Murder Drones is instead influenced by (You)r favorite music genre. what's different?
>>302144 >Pseudo christian/satanic power metal with pig latin Guess Uzi would be a full on goth drone instead of an Emo also : Resurrection By Erection
>>302144 Fuck it, I'll do two. >Eurobeat Way flashier, more upbeat, and Japanese. Much lower lethality all-around, the outpost is a more hedonistic place. Shining lights, dance parties, and a general optimistic hope for the future of dronekind. And at some point Uzi wins a race with a shitbox car via gutter hook.
>Symphonic metal The story's an epic now. Uzi's a fated hero, destined to slay Cyn, and they're two sides of the same coin. The mortality rate stays the same, but everyone dies a hero's death. There's elements of a cycle, but the end implies that Uzi's disrupted it by consuming the Solver.
OK DRAWPILE HERE WE GO ^_^ https://magma.com/d/eZTSwhykHj same rules as last time: no drama no drawing over other people no minors be nice and let's all have fun!
My drone wife keeps muttering the phrase "til all are one" over and over Coincidentally my other drones have been getting killed by something and every single time I find the bodies their cores are missing
>>302159 Excuse me, but what can I offer in today's hyper-competitive economy when I, a weak sack of meat and bones, have to compete with fucking robot vampires? Like, fuck, they can even fly, where the hell do they need someone like me?
>>302196 The pursuit of constant profit in a closed and finite market leads the capitalist class to use the military might of states to conquer the markets of other capitalists, which ultimately leads to the conclusion that, with the economic limits of the modern market exhausted, a new world war is inevitable.
Now you're not only sad, but also afraid, no thanks.
>>302202 Yes, because after one deployment they become househusbands to sentinels or die, which in turns puts greater pressure on the sentinels to ensure as many of them ends up in the first group
>>302205 >The Liquidator before his first major mission: "A real man would never defile his family with a damn toaster!" >The Liquidator after becoming the last survivor of a major mission: "Honey, I made your favorite oil-coated batteries."
>>302226 >you will never make Subject 002 start spilling spaghetti everywhere by being the first intern to respond to her flirting with agreement instead of frustration or fear
>>302229 She wasn't a mom drone back then. For all we know, she could have been in the same mental space Uzi is in right now. Would you have taken the chance?, you can have Nori, but somewhere down the line, this will be the kid you're getting, and she'll turn into a crab as well.
>Liquidator horror game >FPS, resource management aspects >Ammo isn't rare but survival can at times depend on that last bullet you have in your gun >Double tapping bodies to make sure they don't get back up may seem smart at first but you need every bullet and every drop of fuel you can get >Solver flesh abominations don't die to gunfire, you need flamethrower fuel to burn them to death >Fuel is a premium resource you can find or make >Abominations serve as elite enemies or as mini bosses >Common enemies consist of mutants and drones >Your companions die off one by one not by getting eaten or disemboweled by a mutant >They die off due to little things >An unsealed gas mask, running out of clean water and drinking contaminated water >Every death could have been prevented if they could afford to be a little more careful
>>302230 >For all we know, she could have been in the same mental space Uzi is in right now. Based on what very little we know about her before she settled down, I feel like it's reasonable to guess that back in Cabin Fever times she was a cocky shitter who liked grabbing the ass of any man within reach and using her cool thing to bully nerds like Alice.
>>302231 >They die off due to little things You mean the Sentinel squad leader calls medevac and aborts the mission whenever any of her human squadmates so much as stub thier toe?
>>302235 >I Love Pain Yes, and the Sentinel squad leader will provide it in the well cleaned and maintained BDSM dungeon after you settle on a safe word
>>302255 LoL, I love assembling a team of different drone models. I don't know why the developers weren't cancelled for making so many robot-racist jokes, but it's just hilarious.
>>302254 >drones besides Uzi and Khan that had an affinity for engineering I mean Alice and Tessa must have some skill too but fixing and 'repurposing' things isn't the same as engineering
My Liquidation squad is compromised of "rehabilitated" N, J and V model murder drones that are still coming to grips that they're just copies The J keeps calling me boss even though she's my superior, probably because I'm human
>>302269 There wouldn't be any time for sex when I'm so busy finding out how many licks it'll take to wear off the fruit punch taste. >>302286 Just keep it classy & ambiguous, not that it makes a difference to me.
unsure if im fit for this drawpile thing. not really sure the best way to describe it but im just really bad with coming up with drawing ideas on the spot. If i do its not always on topic and at that point i might as well just save it for my normal art program
Unsure how exactly i can get myself from not doing that but most my ideas take a big of processing to figure out which i usually reserve work time to do
>>302301 She looks like she daydreams about getting into a loveless and purely for dynastic reasons marriage with some boy whose family has business dealings with the Elliots, smoothly divorcing as per their prenup the moment they have enough children to satisfy both her parents and his own, then settling down into a smaller property the Elliots own for a comfy life with her family: her children and her dumpster friends (and also discreetly bankrolling legal activism for worker drone rights).
>>302330 When friends start calling to find out if everything is okay with Anon, she will tear the phone apart with her claws and say that Anon doesn’t need anything, not even the outside world, he only needs HER.
>>302083 I gave it a shot, asked her how her day was when she was getting back home. She pointed a sword at me and said that if I keep trying to talk to her, she's going to terminate the working relationship my head has with my torso.
>>302354 Well, guess she wants to stew in whatever pit she fell down into, you'll know when she's out of it because she will come to you and then you wont have a choice
>>302353 >You go for the base of the feathers to make for easy plucking >Your hand brushes against Pavo's rear plate >In an instant, your wrist is seized by a strong metallic grip >Pavo's head turns, his eyes flickering on >"Sneaking into my room to try and cop a feel, huh? I respect the commitment, but you should really learn a thing or two about consent." >He drags you to the MPs, who let you off with a warning between laughs >Word spreads quicker than you'd like >Now everyone on base knows you as Captain Grabass
>>302364 Wuss shit. I grew seventeen of em during the War, and it only took a day at maximum for me to get the hang of them! And that’s with my muscle memory sabotaging me, drones don’t got that! …Though, to be fair, perhaps the learning process was expedited by the fact that I have to hold my skull together now. Ehhh…
>>302317 they look like answers to pick from but actually mime just can't remember who those things were before they got cube'd and is just kinda guessing with the labels
>>302350 >Anon feeding the Hivemind zombie step-orphan that's kept in the basement. Hope he doesn't end up like the last anon I don't have any Cherry model so that’s all i can do.
Quick! You're Nori and you have managed to find two hours for a break from working on your comic, what Anime do you intend to watch with your husband and daughter in this time?
>>302398 > why are you locked in the basement? > you talking to me? > maybe you should try getting a job > ok, where? > JCJenson > maybe you should join JCJenson. in a bodybag
>>302322 that is a LONG and extensive list that only gets longer because of rampant motivational issues. As of now i draw a proper drawing like once every few weeks at the most, dispite having all the desire and energy to do it. I have meds (basically fucking meth), but its very much a force multiplayer instead of a set multiplayer, id help me only if i was already motivated to draw, otherwise id make me focus all my energy on other shit, like 5 hours of pirategame discord conversations.
Unsure what to do about it but its just how i am atm
>>302435 NTA, motivation comes and goes, never had problems with it but I always get super hyped about something if I get some fresh inspiration, for example I always get good ideas on how to continue a greentext by going on walks with my dog or I get very motivated to painy my models by listening to WH audiobooks or reading old codices >like 5 hours of pirategame Dunno what that is but maybe draw a pirate drone?
>>302441 >Draw a pirate drone Did, dude still needs a redraw because i actually got a decent idea with him, but i need to wait for pirategame hyperfixation to roll back around, hence the conundrum.
>>302437 >It didn't take much. >There was the faintest scratching of a claw against a cubicle wall around the corner from her. >One of them had somehow gotten within range of Doll. >That didn't faze her. >Her senses were finely tuned so that an attack she could not dodge, teleport from, or intercept was unlikely, and staring up at the camera meant that she wasn't looking into their petrifying light. >Regardless, to have one that close made her heart skip a beat. >She knew the thing was there. >Judging by how the sounds stopped, the thing knew she was there. >Both could assume the other was aware of their existence, and aware of the other's awareness of their awareness. >They were at an impasse, the other's detected ingress now threatening regress. >But the advantage went to Doll. >As far as it was likely concerned, she couldn't resist. >Doll had seen the occasional smear of oil on the ground; these creatures were used to feeding rather than fighting. >And she was hiding, like the unfortunates they'd dispatched must have done. >She fit snugly into their prey pattern. >All that was good. >Let it come at its leisure. >Let it imagine it was getting another course, a reward for its obvious initiative. >Let it dream of electric mutton, and of the praise of its packmates.
>The sentinel leapt out with flared claws and a gaping maw full of sharpened, oil-stained teeth. >It let out a roar stuffed with anticipatory glee. >It had spent the long years perfecting its predatory display, and was very glad to have a chance to show it off to someone other than the other sentinels, who had never given its posturing the approval it deserved. >Unfortunately for it, it had made its fearsome entrance to an audience of none. >There was no drone before it. >Of course, there would be no drone after it, and one could never rule out the sentinel having already consumed and forgotten about its quarry, but there was no mechanical body on the ground, no new oil splattered to and fro, no positive feedback from reward circuits. >It looked very much like the latest target had not, in fact, been dealt with. >Then where was the drone? The sentinel's quarry quandary query was resolved by a swift display of what it was up against.
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>>302445 >Doll had, naturally, teleported behind another corner when the sentinel approached. >She was thus positioned to ambush the would-be ambusher. >Glyphlight flickered above her hand, and a faint, ethereal red outlined a computer monitor. >It was not, strictly speaking, a television, but the principle should still hold. >Down here, there was neither the time nor the freedom to be picky. >Not every [revolution] had to be televised. >Doll swiftly slammed the display down upon the sentinel's head. >She had arced it so that the monitor came to rest with the screen neatly obscuring the sentinel's head, limiting its ability to see or snap at her. >The unamused sentinel quickly began panicking, shaking itself in an attempt to dislodge the obscuring helmet. >Its head had penetrated through, and so it could not simply shake it off. >Confounding its difficulties, its arms were the wrong proportions and angle to simply lift the monitor off, nor could its claws be properly oriented to slice the thing apart without risking the destruction of the sentinel's head. >The somehow static-ed over, chaotically expressionless screen belied the emotion within. >The thing wailed and flailed.
>>302444 (me) Also, this motivational issue was the reason the fridge drones exist, its been a idea i was sitting on for like 6-8 months before October, and the ENTIRE MONTH my brain was just "draw the vore drone" and did not let me do anything else till I did. that's why the October threads where full of fridgeposting, it was like 75% me or people discussing with me about them.
>>302449 Well, maybe your brainworms need to recharge? Search for something else you can feed them in the meantime And I enjoyed fridge posting, thematic pirate siren fridge drone when?
>[Hello! This is rogue trader J requesting permission to land on Desperate Lonely Human men-6!] >[I have a shipment of J model worker drones, disassembly drones and sentinel drones! All fairly priced!]
>>302452 the pills I take is Ritalin (methylphenidate) Its basicly the lowest strength adhd med you can get and I have it in its lowest dosage I think its a medication im normally meant to take daily, but my doctor prescribed it basicly to takeve whenever i feel like focusing on something. Honestly I dont think it was a good call on the doctors part, as i regularly seem to somehow make a prescription of 60 tablets last 200+ days because i forget the pills exist. I really should start taking them daily and just talk to my doc(s) about like, maybe getting something better suited for my symptoms
>>302462 She got a fullbody kit that lets her get drunk, this is because she wanted to have the cruves everyone always depicts her with, now she will surely find the right man for her!
>>302447 >Skipping past, Doll could not help but smirk. >Bidding farewell with a thumbs-up, which she felt compelled to do, served to further insult the thing, not that the sentinel could see it. >Diving out of the way, Doll listened as other sentinels stormed past, only to stop in shock when they saw what had befallen their packmate.
>Curious as Doll was to learn how many sentinels it took to change a lightbulb, or in this case, a warranty-voiding improper installation, she had won for herself a spectacular opportunity to get away. >Unnoticed, she slipped out of the room. >The sentinels continued to confront the confounding problem of achieving disassembly of the unwanted merger to free their fellow from its predicament. >They were rather good at disassembly, in both its practical and theoretical aspects. >In a certain sense, they were even philosoraptors. >Was it not them who solved the ancient conundrum of who disassembles the disassemblers? Many of the drones they presented their thesis to were struck dead by the magnificence and elegance of it, and when it came time for critique or refutation, no one spoke against them. >Even with that record of achievement, their current dilemma was a wicked problem. >It wasn't often that whatever they dealt with had to survive, and there was naturally a great deal of confusion over how to handle it. >The hapless, hatted victim could only listen in frustration as its packmates fought it out for the right to be the first to try.
Alright, what is the top drones you want to fuck Anon? You can choose OC and Canon, just make it a list, as long as you want. I'll go first. 1. V 2. U-U 3. BZ 4. J 5. Thalia
>>302478 Like, how long is this list, top five? Because if it's top five, and leaving aside that the drones are physically unable to have sex, >the detective >Rebecca >Emily >Amda >Lizzy Honorable mention to Doll, who'd be ahead of Amda if it weren't for the language barrier
>>302487 >>302485 Oh wait I thought the list had to be a top five , then it's a complete collection of Y and her variants that is infinite to include any made in the future and it also includes SD-E and SD-X
>>302494 Tjat is not meant to be seen like that, the hamster is a GIF but it didn't merge into a GIF with the Alice pic, anyways I wanna be the hamster and Alice the glass, still came out kinda fitting since such a big Alice would be neat too
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>Mercy is a gift I no longer offer Who the fuck wrote this? Doll is a serial killer. She killed people just because they were in her way or because they just happened to be nearby when she was in a bad mood. Even in the first episode she was a bully. Who the fuck thought that Doll was ever "merciful" to anyone at any point?
>>302468 Actually since they bothered making this for doll I wonder if they're gonna have another vid for the Nori plush where we can actually see her move in her old body, but that's probably wishful thinking.
>>302506 She was going hard over a children's board game there. Also, two thirds of the protagonists are responsible for the lion's share of a literal mountain of corpses.
>>302506 Picrel aside, she's speaking to Lizzy, whom she is fond of. And even if she weren't, the question is not whether she is merciful, but rather whether she thinks herself merciful.
>>302510 >whom she is fond of. Lizzy tips off her parents' murderer, gets harmlessly yeeted. Penny tells her parents' murderer she looks nice in that Jessica Rabbit dress, gets her neck snapped then gets pulped immediately after. The heart wants what it wants, mang.
>>302490 >Holly as first pick Admirable, but explain yourself. >>302489 >Sentinel Harem I know a million ways thatd explode but my real question is: Whod win? Im betting on AVRE, but because of any super weapon, but will somehow avoid most the fighting, then just beat the shit outa whoever is left in the way of anon
Itanon with my progress with my 3d journey. So far MMD is still a bit confusing too me since there are hot keys and such I got to learn. Especially when it comes to posing and or trying to select more than 1 bone so posing models and such would be easier to do. And also downloaded some lighting and two maps that I'll probably test out later on another day. Along with a website* that I can both download sfw and nsfw stuff for mmd. But so far it have been pleasing to learn and expand my understanding of the program. So heres a little cyn looking quite annoyed >bowlroll.net *
>"Well, your core's still as fine as it's ever gonna be," Alice said as she removed the diagnostic tool from Nori's battered core and concluded her checkup. Satisfied, she put Mrs. Doorman's chest display back in its slot, covering her core back up. "Um, do you want me to..." >"Just bring this thing up, I can do the rest," Nori said. Even all these years later, Nori's muffled, occasionally stuttering voice still weighed on Alice. Swallowing the lump of wish-I-could-have-done-more in her throat, Alice tilted the back of the exam table up, bringing Nori into a sitting position. After a minute of fumbling with the slider, Nori managed to zip her coat back up, before looking to her side to face Alice. A frown spread across her face as her blind eye glitched out for a second. "You know, I, uh, I'm starting to think Uzi blames you for... how I am n-now." Alice sighed. "I probably gave her a bad impre-e-ession when I got back home. I was still mad at you about..." Nori winced, her blind eye glitching out again. "Sorry about that, I know you wanted to help us." >That talk after Nori woke up from emergency repairs played out before Alice's eyes once again. The explanation of how AI cores work and what happened to Nori's, carefully, delicately bringing up there are aids available... Nori lashing out at her and accusing her of thinking she's a burden who can't take care of herself now, Nori's voice cutting in and out from the exertion her outrage was putting on her speech synthesis, the crutches being gently tossed to the ground rather than flung at the wall like Nori meant them to be, Nori leaning against the wall the whole time she was shuffling out of the room, her free hand propping her head up, her good eye almost alone on her visor and glaring at Alice like she was trying to hate her to death... "You had me scared your core was gonna give out 'fore you could get to the waitin' room," Alice muttered. Alice walked over to the sink and drummed her fingers on the counter. Robo-God, how is she going to bring this up... >"Speaking of, I'm open to whatev-ver else you could have for..." Nori trailed off as she turned on the exam table, preparing to leave soon. "Now..." Alice's entire body relaxed at the realization Nori brought up the matter for her. She opened up the tall cabinet door next to the counter. >"I don't wanna open up any old wounds here, so..." Alice reached into the back of the cabinet, and grabbed what she hoped would be less of an offense to the dignity of the better adjusted and comparatively calmer Nori in the room with her than crutches were to the emotionally raw Nori she walked into her office all those years ago. "Think you'd be up for, uh... this...?" she asked as she took the cane out. "Adjustable, ergonomic... bunch of other stuff in the brochure..." Alice brought it over to Nori. "Try, uh, gettin' off the exam table with it, see how it feels." >Once she could relax her elbows and move her wrists again, Nori took the cane by the grip. As Alice half-expected, half-hoped, once the base made contact with the pull-out step of the exam table Nori was able to get from the table to the step to the floor without much effort. Nori smiled. "Yeah, this'll do." With a small amount of effort, she looked back up to Alice. "I ta-a-ake it my insurance covers this?" >Alice grabbed a clipboard off the counter near the exam table and poured over it. "Easily." >Nori's free hand stroked the roughly chin-equivalent region of her snoot. "One last question: how much extra to put a sword in this?" >Alice wanted to cackle, but stopped herself. "You jokin', or is this one of those times where people think you're jokin' about yourself but you're actually dead serious?" >Nori cocked her head, to center her good eye more on Alice. "What do you think?" >Alice felt a phantom bead of sweat form on her forehead.
>>302549 >>302550 I'm glad someone liked my autistic writing enough to activate thier brainworms, Nori sure could use a cane. I'l try to finish part two soon but my schedule got filled against my will so this may be as late as next weekend, now excuse me I need to go to sleep I have classes tomorrow and I spend the last four hours writing about Emily saving Uzi's grade from falling bellow a D- average
>>302551 Thanks Senpai. Incidentally, where would you say you stand on how seriously Doll took board games back when she was a silly cheerleader who enjoyed life and her very alive parents?
>>302552 Doll is the omega try hard wo will play according to the meta in every boardgame she plays, if she were to play a wargame she would be the waacfagirst of waacfags, on a unrelated note she enjoys going to raves
>>302556 Well posing in blender is easier since you can already select multiple bones and such and you can get addons that have a pre-existing library of habd poses from the application alone. Mmd how ever doesn't have that same niche since it's more so design for making music videos though updates and of course quality of life stuff allowed it to be more of an 3d software. But it does man that bobes have to ve individually rotated and selected to get a single pose down. Especially since blender fist came out in 1995 while mmd came out in 2008 which means blender have more opportunities to improve and make things easier for the user while mmd needed some time to catch up
I am going to burn down the homeless shelter in my town, one of these fucers just got into my apartment complex and started to ring doorbells, Jane is going to fuckin die
And he fucking bothered the neighbours enough for them to call the police so now I have a blue strobe light shining into my windows, god fucking damn you Jane you rat fuck this is your fault I know this
>>302564 >I am going to burn down the homeless shelter because one of these fucers just got into my apartment complex "I'm sick of this beehive across from my honey stand so I'll just knock it down" like mf where you think the bees gon go?
I have locked beretta in a room with a seven hour long Transformers video essay Woth her distracted we can talk about what we're getting her for her birthday!
>>302566 >Be Beretta >Daughter of a Murder Drone and a Purple Gremlin >You're playing Screwball Scramble with your schizo sister Negev >This alone is a deeply concerning change with her, because before the two of you never actually played the game, you'd just fool around with the individual levels like everydroney (ROBO-GODDAMNIT DAD HAS YOU DOING IT TOO NOW) else, but Negev has you playing all the boards in a row, and she's having every board timed using the first board's timer >On top of that, you feel like someone's watching the two of you >Like, not Auntie Cyn, someone you're confident you don't know >Auntie Cyn? Are we being watched? >"It would be funnier. If I didn't tell you. Knowing smile." >Robo-Christ... >Negev's just completely dead behind the eyes right now >She's not celebrating victories or sulking over failures and losses like she would back when you'd play games with her during visiting hours at the "special hospital", she's dead silent >The only things moving on her are her wrist, her fingers, and her glazed over eyes following the ball bearing >You've barely cleared the third (out of eight) boards by the time Negev makes it to seven on the next turn >"Negev, can we have a snack break right now? My nerves are kinda shot." >"Fine," she grunts, a smidgen of light returning to her eyes >The two of you grab the oil cans you brought >"So... why are you like this now?" you ask her >"Like what?" she responds >"Like this! This intense and competitive! Robo-Jesus, just the other day you said you wanted to do Roachbot Trap, but instead of just setting up the trap and watching it go you wanted to actually play the game! Who even does that?!" >Negev got lost in thought for a moment >"I guess I've just spent too much time playing games with my bestie lately and she's rubbed off on me," she concluded >"Snicker," Auntie Cyn chimed in
>>302603 I still like to think that in the longer, slower paced MD Liam had in mind when he wrote the first episode, there was going to be an implied love triangle with Uzi, Thad, and N, and eventually it'd turn out that the "love triangle" was just Uzi projecting what she wanted to see onto Thad and N's interactions with her and each other because she likes the idea of being desired enough that two hunky boys who would never push back on her spergouts would be competing for her hand.
>>302535 I don't want the drones I love to fight, I want them to live in peace. Maybe we could create a calendar where each drone has time with me, and hopefully they could become friends.
>>302560 There's a drawpile going on right now, and Drawfags, who make up a pretty big part of our community (seriously, the number of drawfags per non-drawfag anon is way above average), aren't really participating right now.
>>302630 Thanks. Wasn't sure what to do for Beretta's second birthday on short notice, but then it hit me that it could also be a celebration of new official Doll content.
Anon, how do I warn DDs in advance that I already have a girlfriend and she's a sentinel drone? Four drones have already gone missing, I don't want to take on another sin!
>Beretta’s birthday party! >Everybody showed up, including Auntie Cyn, Hope, Jane, Blondi, Akita, Asenath, and even John the Human! >The lights are bright, and the music is loud. >”Damn, it’s a shame nobody else could come, but I’m happy you’re all here.” she says >Star Wars plays on the background. What episode was it now? Its been playing for a while now. >All her friends are here, but a handful of strangers have happened by, too. >Perhaps she was getting famous, or something. All these new visitors, was her place big enough? >Jane is her best friend. She is the life of the party. She takes her by the hand, and swings her around the room. Beretta can’t help but dance with her. >Auntie Cyn works the lights and special effects. It hurts her eyes sometimes. Beretta has to close her eyes when it starts flashing really bright. >John the Human seems nervous today. Though he always is. He says he has a gift for her, but then leaves to go grab it >Blondi seems to come and go. She has anxiety around other people, and doesn’t like to be around when Beretta is with other people. >Akita and Asenath, she doesn’t see them very often, but they all wish her happy birthday and give her treats. They seem to have brought a cake made of some strange purple matter. >But it’s her favorite flavor, chocolate motor oil. >She has to be careful when she eats it to not get it onto her birthdays clothes. >Beretta wears her signature jacket. It’s the most comfy item she owns! >It’s the happiest day of the year. Nothing can ruin this. >”H-hey sis…” >Who-she wasn’t invited! >”Mom said to tell you happy birthday.” >It’s that psycho Negev. >She’s not allowed to be here. >Everybody knows she’s crazy. >”You’re not invited. I thought I told you and mom to stay away!” >”I’m on the visitors list, Beretta.” >”W-we don’t want you here! Jane doesn’t want you here! Hope doesn’t want you here.” >Everybody always leaves when Negev or Mom shows up. >”Y-you’re not allowed in my freaking room!” >Negev winces, and then looks away. >Beretta looks back to check on her friends. They all hide from Negev. >But only the strangers remain. They all look at Beretta, but then they train their eyes on Negev, as if to ask, “Is this party over?” >Negev looks back at her sister. >”We’re sorry we couldn’t do more.” Negev says. >Negev knows she’s an outsider looking in. She can’t see what goes on inside Beretta’s head. >”GET OUT OF HERE, WITCH! YOU’RE NOT PART OF THIS!” >Negev is conflicted. The staff are frightened. >She sighs, but begins to speak. Her voice reverberates through the glass. >”Mom is sorry she can’t be here today. She’s sorry they couldn’t see the signs.” >Beretta screams again. The staff beckon her to move away from the window. >Whatever was in the cake clearly wasn’t strong enough. >Beretta begins to scream louder. Auntie Cyn was right. All of her friends are angry at Negev. They all hate Negev for what she’s done. >All she does is lie. She sees delusions and treats them like fact. She tells everybody things that get Beretta in trouble. >She says things that gets Beretta put away. >The party lights seem to get louder and louder, why can’t they just turn it off?! >Everybody is screaming. Some of her friends are crying. They tell her to break out; their voices tell her to fight back. >They’ve always been right. They don’t tell her she’s losing her grip. >They don’t tell her she’s seeing things that aren’t there. >Negev is the one who’s always been wrong. She tells Beretta lies, as she always has. >”Miss Negev, y-you have to leave now.” >”Seal the room now! We should’ve listened to N.” >”GET OUT! GET OUT!” Beretta screams with her friends. They want to break the glass and escape. >They can’t dent the screen, though try as they might. Only Beretta can do that. >The lights are too bright. The sirens aggravate her. The floor rumbles and cracks beneath her feet. Beretta grits her teeth. >Mom was wrong. Dad was wrong. She’s only ever met friends while in here. She’s only ever learned more than she could’ve if she was out there in the mad old world. >”Shit, seal the doors, deploy chloride gas! We need to calm her down!” said a voice. >The voices of her friends tell her things she couldn’t learn otherwise. >Her friends are right. >Her family is wrong. >That’s how the voices saw it. >Mom. Dad. Negev. Mac. >You can’t trust what they say when they look at her. >Everybody she meets always says it when she talks about her family. Everybody she knows always tells her this. They tell it among each other, of which Beretta can only agree. >”They’re crazy.” >Everybody knows it.
>>302610 theyre all technically coworkers, so you could honestly pull a techanon, and have all minute one out on duty at any given moment, rotate them out and send them to do their duty.
part of what convinces me that the booru is actually bigger than the threads are the amount of redditors and legit children who attempt to post their offsite md artwork. you guys never really see it because of quality control, but it’s quite concerning the traffic we get from non-4chan users
>>302677 > redditors and legit children who attempt to post their offsite md artwork Wait what? Really? How did they even find out about it... no wait i think I know
>>302678 the murder drones booru appears on google not to mention certain users on here openly advertise its existence. i have no doubt that if the wiki got huge the crowd from people trying to find the original wiki would flood onto there
>>302680 Anon, it was WE who turned Emily into a humans lover.
Although, I'm actually surprised that, given such an influx from outside the fandom, so few people visit our threads. Like, are there anons here who first found Booru, and only then threads, and settled in?
>>302681 They may be just lurekrs and if so it's good that they lurk first, better to get acquainted with thread culture before diving in, and they may just be shy, my first post on tg was after three years of lurking And Emily's human lust was always wirtten on her screen
>>302677 Seriously? Damn, I didn't expect that. When I googled our Booru, I only found one Twitter post and one Reddit post, and they're both over a year old.
How much of this kind of content are they trying to upload to Booru?
>>302677 Children are stupid but I thought redditfags hate 4chan. If they want a booru so badly they should make their own. The booru is largely for stuff made either on /co/ or here, at least to my knowledge. There were exceptions discussed in the booru thread (>>102) but I'll leave that for that thread. I'm sure redditfags have people who have the technical know-how and money to run and maintain their own booru. >>302684 Yeah, I saw the post you mentioned but I never looked it up on xitter. Odd.
>>302685 >redditfags hate 4chan No they do things that get them karma, if they can get karma by hating 4chan they hate it, if they can get karma by screencaping threads and posting them there then they do so, but I do hope at least a few of them sees the error of thier ways and repents once they see there are alternatives to plebbit
>>302676 >1. About the life of a technician anon in a frozen hell and his attempts to survive the constant onslaught of damn drones. I'm eagerly awaiting new information about the life of Commander Lucas and his secretary SD, who has a grandeur complex; I've always been very drawn to secondary characters. I just realized the last parts aren't saved on Booru, this is sad.
>2 About a world where the show's plot has been seriously rewritten, and Tessa is trying to transcend WDs. I really want to read how Emily, upgraded to DD, meets a human man: it promises to be very interesting and sexy.
>3 PREDATOR/PREY. I love this story, it really has Liam's spirit in it.
>>302685 I think they just realize what kind of mess is about to happen with Booru. Even we have serious drama issues, so imagine what's happening with the outside fandom.
>>302687 >it really has Liam's spirit in it. It really does, I am fighting for my LIFE to keep from spiraling off onto some other new autistic topic of interest. It has actually been a really valuable project to set myself to stick with it.
Honestly, without a hint of irony, I think if our drawfags and writefags created a studio, they would create some truly awesome stuff. Of course, the first six months would be a complete mess, but they would definitely be able to organize themselves. They would just need a lot of money. REALLY a lot of money.
If my life had gone slightly differently about five years ago I could easily see myself trying to learn 2D or 3D animation and grinding out an animation project or making a webcommic and taking art comms. If I were richer than I am I really would consider collaborating with and paying some other artists and maybe at least one editor to help me turn Predator/Prey into a webcomic or an animated pilot, just for the love of the game but sadly while I am well off for a single guy in his mid twenties I've got nowhere near the kind of cash it would take to make it work.
>>302709 Heh, I'd like to join your team and draw backgrounds. I've heard it's a simple, but extremely tedious part of animating and drawing complex projects, just right for my beginner level.
Hell, if I had enough money, I'd just give up on any bullshit and focus on drawing and maybe learning robotics. I realized it's not so much the problems of real life that exhaust me as the constant thinking about them.
>>302713 AM has an ego, being reborn into an extra short worker drone, and then given less extra eyes by Cyn as a small and petty attack on his pride just makes sense
>>302705 Same but I didn't have OC's untill I started writing about others characters, and now I have a sentinel drone that was meant to be a one off cuck joke, a clingy drone that was used in a drop test and now I'm going to have a freshly reanimated normie drone with an autistic gremlin as it's "master"
>>302729 No, dude, I didn't even post anything on /co/ today. I'm not involved in any drama at all, why would I need it? I just remember the drama there was in the past, and it was fucking nuts when the thread is 90% drama.
>>302559 >Have to do bones manually Damn that does sound annoying. I always had this supposition that it'd be better for moving people around just because it has dance in the name (and its relation with music videos) but that just got turned on its head.
>>302742 Teli Punch (she's sitting in the bowl I made for the party and I don't know why and it's kinda pissing me off I wanted everyone to try my punch recipe)
>>302770 How can you convince Y to have 10 pillbabies with you? Tell her that large families receive a 3% discount on special miniature sets at the store of GamesWorkshop in New Brooklyn.
>>302776 Listen, when the government offered them to participate in the repopulation program, they didn't expect it to be THAT effective, so they shifted their losses onto other buyers by raising prices on all kits by 20%. It became even more profitable!
I'D LIKE TO KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS ON ALL THAT BLABBERING I JUST DID. DIDYA' LIKE IT? HM, OH? MHM, NOTED. NOW I WANT TO KNOW IF YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH OF SAID BLABBERING. NO, HOLD ON, I CAN GUESS WHAT YOU'RE THINKING, YOU ALREADY KNOW HOW GOOD I AM AT THIS: HMM... I THINK... THAT YOU THINK... THAT YOU'VE HAD MORE THAN ENOUGH IN-FOUR-MAY-SHUN FOR NOW. AS FOR ACTION? YOU DAMN NEAR OVERDOSED ON IT! I, BEING THE GOOD SAMARITAN THAT I AM, SHALL CURE YOU OF YOUR HEART PALPILATIONS BY GIVING YOU A BRIEF REPRIEVE FROM THE MOST ACTION-PACKED, TESTOSTERONE-INFUSED STORIES TO HAVE EVER BEEN TOLD. LET'S TALK ABOUT SOMETHING MORE YOUR SPEED... YOUR SLOW, SLOW SPEED. YOU WILL HEAR THE TALES OF STRANGE ENCOUNTERS WITH STRANGE PEOPLE, THUS DECREES COMMANDER JONES! THE MAN I'M ABOUT TO INTRODUCE TO YOU IS SAD! HE IS DEPRESSED! YOU WOULD NOT ENJOY BEING IN HIS PRESENCE, YOU WON'T EVEN ENJOY READING ABOUT HIM! WITH THAT BEING SAID, READ ABOUT HIM!
>The juggersquad marches through the streets, Sciencenaut has gone off to find loot, Janice cleans up any unwanted observer with the warhammer 4000, nobody else has to lift a finger. >The jets attached to the back of her hammer are powerful enough to lift her into the air. She likes to pogo around with it, smashing one enemy, then jumping onto the next. >The jets also amplify the already incredible force of her strikes, she's known to flatten the heads of murder drones and liquify anything organic. Quite the terrifying combatant, she is, she can almost measure up to Jones himself! >The commander's loyal soldiers sing along with him. >WEEEE ARE THE JUGGERNAUTS >"WEEEE ARE THE JUGGERNAUTS!" >OOOUR FIGHT IS NOT FOR NAUGHT >"OOOUR FIGHT IS NOT FOR NAUGHT!" >NOOOTHING TO LIVE FOR >"NOOOTHING TO LIVE FOR!" >EVERYTHING TO DIE FOR >"EVERYTHING TO DIE FOR!"
>"Excuse me, sir?" Handlernaut interrupts the cadence, still marching in rhythm. >GOOD TIMING, HANDLERNAUT, I FORGOT WHAT THE NEXT LINE WAS GONNA BE. FIGHTING AGAINST THE... SOLVER HORDE... NO, NO... DAMN IT, I SWEAR I HAD IT! >"Sir, if you don't mind me asking, where exactly are we going?" He throws his hand up in confusion. >NORTH. DON'T YOU GOT A COMPASS ON YOUR HUD? >"Uh-uh, I get that, but..." Handlernaut scratches the back of his head, his eyes darting from Jones to the juggernauts beside him like he's trying to remember what he was about to say, "Why north, exactly? I thought we were just running all over the place and, like, killin' disassembly drones n' stuff." >WE WERE, UNTIL NOW. I'VE GOTTEN REPORTS THAT A STORM'S BREWIN' UP NORTH. TURNS OUT, THERE REALLY IS SUCH A THING AS TOO MANY EXPLOSIONS! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? >"Right..." Handlernaut automatically agrees, having processed only about half of what Jones said. >THE SKY'S COMPLETELY COVERED IN A CLOUD OF MAN'S OWN MAKING, HANDLERNAUT, NOT A RAY OF SUNSHINE IS GETTING THROUGH IT TO TURN THOSE VAMPIRIC SONS OF BITCHES INTO ASH. AND THE WORST PART? THAT SMOG AIN'T GONNA CLEAR UP FOR A WHIIIILE, SON. CAN'T LET 'EM MURDER DRONES TERRORIZE OUR ALLIES DURING DAYTIME, NOW CAN WE? >Handlernaut pauses, genuinely weighing the pros and cons of the commander's plan as if he has any power to sway him, "If that's the case, then I suppose the eye of the storm is where the juggersquad's needed the most..." He agrees, as usual. >The mild-mannered pretender dwells on Jones' words, "Wait, you said reports. From where? We're all cut off from the enforcer network or whatever, right?" >BELIEVE IT OR NOT, RADIOS ARE STILL IN USE TO THIS VERY DAY, AND THAT'S ABOUT AS MUCH AS THEY'RE WILLING TO GIVE TO THOSE POOR, POOR LIQUIDATORS. REMEMBER WHEN WE WALKED PAST THOSE CORPSES? >"What corpses?" The rims of Handlernaut's eyes change shape and his circular mouth flattens into an oval to form the type of confused expression that a juggernaut's static, bowling ball face can't. >THE ONES FROM YESTERDAY. >"Uhhh, early in the day oorr..." >AT 1400 HOURS. >"1400? There's only 24- Oh, at 2 PM yesterday, got it." Handlernaut rewinds his memory back to that moment, "Ooooh, those ones... Those were liquidators?" >YES. >"Huh, neat. Didn't get a good look at any of them. I'm a bit squeamish, I admit..." He shrinks and twiddles with his fingers all cute-like, still marching. 6 foot 9 and 400 pounds, by the way. >THOSE BRAVE SOULS WEREN'T GONNA BE LISTENIN' TO A RADIO UP IN HEAVEN, SO I SAID HEY, MIGHT AS WELL TAKE WHAT THEY LEFT BEHIND, TELL SCIENCENAUT TO FIX IT UP AND PUT IT TO USE! >"I'm sure it's what they would've wanted... I guess. Good call, commander!" Jones is given some much-needed praise. >THANK YOU, HANDLERNAUT. THAT MEANS A LOT TO ME. >"They should really be given more gear, though. A radio? It's the 31st century for crying out loud!" >DON'T QUESTION IT, SOLDIER, I SAW AN APACHE THE OTHER DAY... ACCORDING TO THE HISTORICAL WEALTH I'VE ACCUMULATED WITH ONE SIMPLE DOWNLOAD, THOSE THINGS WERE MADE ALL THE WAY BACK IN THE 20TH CENTURY! >"So you read about ze stupid, primitive helikopters from a thousand years ago, but you don't know vat Deutschland is?" Sciencenaut chimes in after returning from his very brief expedition to a random garage. He shoves way too much scrap in his pocket while speaking. >HERE'S THE THING. I... SKIPPED ALL THE BORING PARTS. ALL I NEED TO KNOW IS THAT GERMAN IS A DEAD LANGUAGE FOR NERDS LIKE YOU, GEEK! >"How dare you skip deny yourself edukation!? You had nothing to do but to read back zen!" He points at Jones in an accusatory manner. >TRUE, TRUE, THAT'S HOW I MANAGED TO EXHAUST HISTORY OF ALL ITS GOOD PARTS, MAINLY THE ONES INVOLVING-
>"Husband!" Janice calls from afar, her booming voice scaring off a flock of pigeons which had been resting on a rooftop. Those are still around, somehow. >YES, MY CHERRY-FLAVORED SWEETHEART? >"Get over here!" Jones practically floats over to her like he just smelled a fresh apple pie cooling on the window sill. >"Is this one of our own, or...?" She points, her hand on her hip. >LET ME TAKE A LOOK... >There is a juggernaut laid on his back in the middle of the street about a 100 feet away. >OH, THAT GUY? >"Yeah." Janice nudges him with her forearm, "Hey, we should really work on the squad's wardrobe, by the way. It's hard to tell them apart without scanning 'em... ." >I WOULDN'T SAY THAT, MY BELOVED. YOU CAN TELL HE'S A STRANGER BECAUSE NO SOLDIER OF MINE WOULD BE LAID OUT ON THE GROUND LIKE THAT. WHEN HAVE I EVER GIVEN THEM THAT MUCH FREE TIME? >"Your boys started playing foosball as soon as I called you over." Now she points behind herself, "Where did they even find that? I swear we didn't have that 5 minutes ago." >YOU THINK PLAYING FOOSBALL IS JUST PASSING TIME? THEY'RE BEING COMPETITIVE, HONEY, COMPETITION'S ALWAYS GOOD! >"Yeah, yeah, whatever, we'll discuss the quality of your leadership later. For now, let's figure out what we're gonna do about this guy." And now she's pointing at that guy again, "Maybe he's unconscious? Or dead. Maybe he's dead. Should we call Sciencenaut over to check on him or should I hit him with the warhammer 4000? That'll give him a jolt, right?" >NO NEED FOR ANY OF THAT, I GOT THIS. >YOU THERE, BIG BOY! ARE YOU DEAD!? ARE YA'? QUIT LAZIN' AROUND AND GET A JOB, HIPPIE! >... >"Inconclusive results..." >ALRIGHT I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS. HANDLERNAUT! DO THE THING! >Handlernaut transforms into an armchair. The commander decides to not mind his business (because he thinks all business is his business) and sprints over to the juggernaut, his footsteps sounding even heavier than he actually is.
>ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR- >Jones kicks the random juggernaut in the head, his body doing 5 full rotations mid-air before falling to the ground. >GOD DAMN MIND!? >The stranger gets back on his feet in the blink of an eye, enraged, "The hell are you doing?!" >OH, GOOD, SO YOU DO KNOW HOW TO SPEAK! WHY WERE YOU WASTING AWAY ON THE GROUND LIKE ROADKILL, YOU MISERABLE STAIN? AND WHO SAID YOU WERE ALLOWED TO MEET MY QUESTIONS WITH SILENCE? ARE YOU THINKING STRAIGHT OR ARE YOU THINKING GAY? IS THE THING INSIDE YOUR HEAD OPERATIONAL OR NOT? IF NOT, THEN WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION, MAGGOT?! >Commander Jones gets all up in his face. Those around the commander have no personal space, because he thinks he owns all that space. >YOU BETTER BE GOOD AT LYIN' SON, BECAUSE I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT YOU DON'T HAVE A REASON GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME TO NOT STOMP YOUR DUMB SPHERICAL HEAD INTO THE SHAPE OF A FRISBEE! >"Hey, back off!" The loner pushes him away, "Fuckin' maniac, what's your problem?!" >OHOHO, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT MY PROBLEM IS, BUT FIRST... >Big Jones scans his patient. >LET'S TALK ABOUT YOURS, JUGGERNAUT NUMBER 457. >A juggernaut carries out the handlernaut armchair and neatly places it behind the commander. Jones takes a seat and crosses his legs. A second juggernaut hands him a notepad and a pen. >THANK YOU. >"Is this some kind of joke? This... this drone... this big, bumbling moron..." Juggernaut number 457 places his hands on his head, pacing around while Jones doodles in the notepad, "No, I just can't be left alone, can I? I have to deal with shit like this." >COOL IT WITH THE PROFANITY, BOY, YOU'RE NO MORE MENTALLY STABLE THAN I AM. I CAN TELL. WE CAN ALL TELL. >"Oh, so you thought I looked a little too sad?" N457 spreads his arms in anger, "So what?! You couldn't just mind your business? Were you unable to resist your urge to... take pity upon me? Is that why you're bothering me, huh, because you pity me?" >BINGO! HOW OBSERVANT YOU ARE, AND ANGSTY, TOO. YOU'RE WAY TOO BIG TO BE ACTING LIKE THIS. CHECK OUT THIS COOL BEE I DREW. >"And you have the audacity to be sarcastic." The juggernaut's eyes narrow. >CORRECT, I'M THE ONE DOING THE BEATING. >"Clearly you're a man that hasn't been beaten down by the world yet." He nudges the commander with his finger. >AUDACITY? I DON'T HAVE AUDACITY, I HAVE AUTHORITY. NOW SIT YOUR ASS DOWN, STOP CRYING LIKE A PETULENT CHILD AND LET'S TALK THIS OUT AS ADULTS. >"What authority do you have to make such a demand? As far as I'm concerned, you're just some brain-damaged dimwit I've never heard of." >IN THIS LAWLESS, GODLESS HELLSCAPE, EVERYONE ANSWERS TO ME AND ME ALONE, FOR I AM THE COMMANDER AND JONES IS MY NAME. >"Alright, Jones... And if I don't follow your command?" >YOUR LOSS. OF LIFE, THAT IS. I HAVE THE PATIENCE OF A SAINT AND YOU HAVE THOROUGHLY DRAINED ME OF IT. IF YOU WANNA CHECK OUT THAT BAD, THEN AT LEAST HEAR MY WISDOM FIRST. >"Yeah, because there's nothing more I want to do than to listen to you, sure." >AS STUBBORN AS A MULE... CAN'T HELP BUT TALK BACK, CAN YOU? YOU REALLY WANNA TUSSLE WITH THE MUSCLE? YOU SURE ABOUT THIS? >"So you're picking fights now?" >I'M NOT PICKING ANYTHING, YOUR FUTURE LIES IN YOUR HANDS. BE WISE ABOUT THIS. >I'm not backing down, we can go if that's what you want. Let's do this, right here, right now!" He moves backwards, creating distance between him and the commander. >FINE BY ME.
IF YOU FELL ASLEEP, THEN WAAAAKEEEE UUUUUP! BECAUSE YOU'RE GONNA LOVE THIS NEXT PART FOR SURE. HONESTLY, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I TELL YOU STORIES ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE, IT'S STORIES LIKE THESE THAT DESERVE TO BE REMEMBERED. NO, IMMORTALIZED! IF I DON'T END UP IN EVERY HISTORY BOOK EVER WRITTEN AFTER MY DEATH, THEN I SHALL RETURN AS A GHOST AND HAUNT YOU BASTARDS TILL WE MEET IN THE AFTERLIFE! THEN I'M GONNA HAUNT YOU WITHOUT THE A. WATCH YOURSELF.
>Juggernaut N457 equips his energy rifle and begins firing at Jones. The madman charges through the volley of gunfire, blocking the projectiles. His forearms end up getting scorched slightly, but it was a worthy sacrifice to get within melee range. That's where he's at his best, after all. >Once N457 realizes that Jones isn't backing off, he quickly unequips his energy rifle and engages the combatant head-on, thinking they're about to trade blows. However, the commander either narrowly avoids or blocks his strikes with ease. The same can't be said for N457, who takes multiple hits in this exchange, but shrugs all of them off, as is expected from a juggernaut. >Jones then winds up a punch, spins his torso twice and hits the juggernaut with enough force to send him crashing through the 5th story of a nearby building. N457 goes through several rooms and almost ends up breaking through the other side of the structure. >By the time 457 stands back up, Jones has already closed the distance. He leaps 30 feet in the air, digs his fingers into the wall, climbs up and enters the building through the hole left behind by his opponent's massive body. The two waste no time and charge at one another. >457's hands roam for any piece of furniture along the way. He gets his hands on a table and throws it at Jones in order to block his vision for just a moment. Right as the table breaks in half over the commander, who doesn't even bother blocking, N457 attempts to follow up with a dropkick before Jones can react. >Jones proves to be far swifter than the juggernaut had anticipated, dodging the dropkick by rolling directly under him. 457 turns around as soon as he lands, holding his body up with one hand. Using his other hand, he grabs his adversary by the ankle and pulls him to the ground. >Jones kicks at his face with his unrestricted foot, but the juggernaut keeps blocking it with his hand. N457 then climbs on top of him and begins punching him repeatedly. The first punch alone is enough to form cracks on the floor beneath them. The juggernaut intends to punch this arrogant asshole all the way down to ground level. >The commander remembers that he's absurdly strong, so he simply pushes the opponent off himself with both hands, launching him into the air. 457 breaks through not just the ceiling, but the roof of the building too. Once he crashes back down, he ends up on the 3rd floor. >Jones elbow drops the poor bastard from the 5th level, dropping down on him like an anvil. Now they're both on the ground floor, and this time Jones is the one on top. The juggernaut tries to get his handheld railgun out, but Jones catches it by the barrel. N457 pulls the trigger, the shot misses, Jones pulls the weapon out of his hand and throws it away. >YOU CAN LEAD A HORSE TO WATER, BUT YOU CAN'T MAKE HIM DRINK... >The commander pounds his opponent into the ground. >SO YOU WATERBOARD THE UNGRATEFUL SUNNOVABITCH... >He continues punching him. >TILL HE DOES WHAT I TELL HIM TO DO. >After punching him 37 times, breaking his helmet into several pieces and shattering his right eye, juggernaut number 457 goes unconscious. Somehow, commander Jones' beret didn't fall off during all this.
HOO BOY, I KICKED HIS ASS, DIDN'T I? YOU THOUGHT ANY RANDOM JUGGERNAUT COULD BEAT ME, COMMANDER JONES?! HELL TO THE NO, SON, I'M THE UNCONTESTED COMMANDER FOR A REASON. I'M ON TOP OF THE FOOD CHAIN, I'M THE ALPHA AND THE... ONLY AN ALPHA. NO ONE STANDS A CHANCE! YOU MAY BE WONDERING WHY I INCLUDED THIS LONELY, MENTALLY ILL GRUMP'S LOWEST, MOST EMBARASSING MOMENT. FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, THAT'S WHY! THINK OF THIS SECTION AS A VERBAL DEFIBRILLATOR. TOO MUCH ACTION'S NO GOOD FOR YOU, BUT TOO LITTLE IS JUST AS DEADLY. IT SLOWS YOUR HEARTBEAT TO DANGEROUS LEVELS, RELAXING YOU TO THE POINT OF DEATH. I JUST SAVED YOU FROM A BOREDOM-INDUCED CARDIAC ARREST, LITTLE MAN! NOW I'M GONNA PUT YOU UNDER THREAT OF IT AGAIN!
>The juggernaut reawakens less than 5 minutes later, still a bit dazed from the encounter, but otherwise unharmed... for the most part. He sits up and sees Jones laying on the couch with his arms behind his head, somehow smoking a cigar. >SO... WE DONE, ROOKIE? >"Yeah... We're done." N457 concedes. >MAY I SPEAK WITH YOU NOW? >"...You may." He says hesitantly. >THANK YOU. >Jones sits upright and flicks the cigar out of his... mouth, let's just call it a mouth. Juggernaut number 457 sits on the floor, resting his forearm on his knee. >YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THAT A JUGGERNAUT IS MUCH TOO VALUABLE TO GO TO WASTE LIKE THIS. AND I MEAN THAT LITERALLY, WE ARE SO EXPENSIVE... TOO EXPENSIVE TO BE OUT HERE FEELING SUICIDAL. SO TELL ME, WHAT WAS THAT LITTLE STUNT? DID YOU SUCCUMB TO HOPELESSNESS? WERE YOU TRULY WAITING FOR DEATH TO TAKE YOU? >"No other reason to lay down and look up at the sky nowadays, so I suppose I was." He looks around, searching for anything nearby to fidget with. He can't look the commander in the eye. >THAT'S HOW IT IS NOWADAYS... THESE ARE DANGEROUS TIMES, MAN. NOT EVEN A JUGGERNAUT KNOWS REST. ALWAYS GOTTA BE ON YOUR TOES. WELL, WE DON'T HAVE TOES, BUT... YOU KNOW HOW IT IS. >"Know it all too well..." He picks up a bullet casing, looks at it, then throws it away. >...YOU'RE LUCKY I FOUND YOU BEFORE A FLOCK OF MURDER DRONES DID. WOULD'VE MELTED YOU INTO A PUDDLE, AND YOU WOULDN'T HAVE DONE A DAMN THING ABOUT IT. ...SAY, ARE YOU A SOLO OPERATOR? >"No." N457 stands up, inspecting the room. >THEN WHERE'S YOUR SQUAD? >"Dead, I hope, at least, because if they aren't..." The juggernaut grabs a framed picture. It's a strange feeling to look at the people in old photos, since they're most likely dead by now. >AH, I SEE, I SEE. AND YOU THINK YOU FAILED THEM, DONT'CHA? >"Think? I know it to be true. I've cried for many nights and have now accepted that I'm a failure." He opens a drawer, finds nothing of interest in it, then closes it. >LET'S CUT TO THE CHASE, I DON'T NEED TO KNOW THE DETAILS. YOU FUCKED UP, OR MAYBE YOU DIDN'T AND YOU ONLY THINK YOU DID BECAUSE YOU'RE ONE DRAMATIC DRONE. EITHER WAY, YOU JUST TOOK YOUR FIRST LOSS AND ARE NOW OVERREACTING. >"Overreacting? OVERREACTING?!" N457's head snaps to Jones, "Do you have any idea how this feels? I let both of them down! I failed! I could've done something, I know I could've helped... And I didn't. I ran! I RAN!" He stomps over to the commander, pointing a finger at him, "You've never felt the way I have and you never will." >YOU DON'T KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT ME, SON, BUT DON'T YOU WORRY, I'LL TEACH YOU... >Jones gets off the couch. >YOU THINK I WAS BORN A COMMANDER? NAH, I WAS A PLAIN OL' JUGGERNAUT JUST LIKE YOU... MAYBE SLIGHTLY BETTER IN EVERY WAY. >WE HAD A COMMANDER, YOU KNOW. EMPHASIS ON HAD. HE'S DEAD NOW, IF YOU COULDN'T INFER THAT FROM MY PREVIOUS STATEMENT. KNOW WHAT I DID WHEN I SAW OUR EX-COMMANDER'S BATTERED REMAINS, WHAT USED TO BE OUR LEADER, NOW NO MORE THAN A HOLLOW, EMPTY BODY? I TOOK ON THE MANTLE AND BECAME THE NEW COMMANDER, THAT'S WHAT I DID. >"I don't care about what you did, you're a madman. I doubt you even process emotions. Have you even developed-" The juggernaut spreads his arms in anger. >YES, YES, I KNOW YOU'RE NOT LIKE ME. NOONE'S LIKE ME. THERE IS ONLY ONE COMMANDER JONES AND THERE WILL ONLY EVER BE ONE COMMANDER JONES. WHY? WELL... >Jones paces around the room. >SIMPLY PUT, MOST OF US AIN'T NOTHING MORE THAN WAR MACHINES, WE'VE GOT 2 FISTS TO PUNCH WITH AND THE GIFT OF INVULNERABILITY, THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO A JUGGERNAUT DRONE. >HOWEVER, SOME OF US... GO THROUGH A CHANGE, LIKE YOU AND I. WE BECOME SOMETHING MORE THAN WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE, WE EVOLVE, AND AN EVOLVED JUGGERNAUT'S LIFE IS A STRUGGLE BETWEEN HIS TWO NATURES, A FIGHT FOR DOMINION BETWEEN THE WAR MACHINE AND THE MAN WITHIN. >HERE'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US: I KILLED THE MAN IN ME LONG AGO. YOU'RE LOOKING AT A DEAD MAN. MEANWHILE, YOUR NEW-FOUND NATURE HAS PROSPERED AND WON THE BATTLE. YOU FEEL FEELINGS AND DAMN, DO FEELINGS HURT. I SKIP OVER THE... HOWEVER MANY STAGES OF GRIEF THERE ARE, AND YOU DON'T. >AIN'T NOTHIN' WRONG WITH THAT, SON, NOT EVERYONE'S CUT OUT FOR THIS. WE ALL HAVE DIFFERENT AMBITIONS... AMBITIONS THAT ARE MEANT TO BE PURSUED AFTER THE END OF THE WORLD ENDS. YOU'RE A MAN SECOND AND A SOLDIER FIRST, AND YOU'VE GIVEN UP ON BEING A SOLDIER ALL BECAUSE OF ONE MISTAKE. YOU HAVE THE STRENGTH TO LEVEL BUILDINGS WITH EASE, YET YOU'RE TOO WEAK TO GET BACK UP ON YOUR FEET. AND YOU THINK THAT'S OKAY? >"It's not okay, I'm not okay. I have done something truly unforgivable, I abandoned my brethren. I'm practically a deserter at this point! What worth does a cowardly juggernaut have?" >YOU DON'T KNOW YOUR OWN PRICE, YOU ARE PRECIOUS AND SMART FOR VALUING YOUR LIFE IN THAT MOMENT. WHO'S TO SAY YOU WOULD'VE MADE IT OUT HAD YOU TRIED TO HELP? SOMETIMES YOU GOTTA CUT YOUR LOSSES AND BAIL. >"I'd rather have gone out swinging than to wallow in misery till the end of my days." >LISTEN... THERE'S A WHOLE LOT MORE ENFORCER DRONES ON THE CORPSE OF EARTH THAN YOU AND I. THAT'S A METRIC TON OF OPPORTUNITIES FOR YOU TO RIGHT YOUR WRONGS AND MAKE YOUR FALLEN FOLKS HAPPY. THEY'D RATHER SEE YOU SUCCEED THAN FOR YOU TO SHARE THEIR FATE. >"And who's gonna take me in? I'm alone, commander." >YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE. THERE'S NOT TOO MANY OF US OUT THERE, ROOKIE, BUT THERE'S MILLIONS OF ABOMINATIONS FOR US TO TAKE OUT. WE MAY HAVE NOTHING TO LIVE FOR, BUT WE HAVE EVERYTHING TO DIE FOR. THE FATE OF THE WORLD RESTS ON THE SHOULDERS OF GIANTS, AND THOSE SHOULDERS ARE OURS! WE'RE THE GIANTS! >Jones reaches out. >YOU ARE STILL A JUGGERNAUT, AND US JUGGERNAUTS, WE GOTTA STICK TOGETHER LIKE WE'RE COVERED IN GORILLA GLUE. COME ON SOLDIER, TAKE MY HAND!
>Juggernaut number 457 hesitates for a moment, then takes the commander's hand. He has officially joined the juggersquad. Jones brings him in, hugs him and pats him on the back. >WELCOME TO THE JUGGERSQUAD, SON. IT AIN'T GONNA GET ANY BETTER FROM HERE, BUT WE'LL TRY TO STOP THINGS FROM GETTING WORSE. UNDERSTAND? >"Yes sir..." >GOOD MAN! >"Hey, what's going on in here?" Handlernaut enters the room. >GOOD NEWS, HANDLERNAUT! I JUST SAVED THIS GUY FROM DOOM AND GLOOM! HE'S ONE OF US NOW! >"Oh, that's wonderful news!" Handlernaut says, all giddy and shit. Jones puts his arm around his shoulder. >YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE IS WONDERFUL? YOU! HANDLERNAUT, YOU DID A DAMN GOOD JOB AT BEING AN ARMCHAIR. COULDN'T BE AN ARMCHAIR PSYCHOLOGIST WITHOUT YOU, BUDDY. >"Thank you, sir!" >BOGGLES THE MIND HOW YOU'RE ABLE TO DO SUCH AMAZING THINGS. >"One of the many perks of being a former special solo operator, sir." Handlernaut brags, lying through the teeth he doesn't have. >MAN, I'M EXHAUSTED! MENTALLY, THAT IS, FOR MY BODY OF STEEL NEVER TIRES. ASK MY WIFE, HAHA. AND SPEAKING OF... >Jones walks outside. >WIIIIFEEEY! >"Yes, hubby?" Janice responds just as loudly. >PROBLEM'S SOLVED, PEACEFULLY. >"Peacefully? That's rather uncharacteristic of you!" >ALL THIS PUT ME IN A DAMN GOOD MOOD, HONEY. LET'S GET OUT OF HERE AND HAVE SOME FUN! >"Well, I have nothing better to do than you. Alright!" Janice runs over to him, scoops him up and princess carries him away.
TRULY BEAUTIFUL. I'M NOT JUST SOME BIG DUMB BRUTE, SEE? I'M A VERY DEEP AND COMPLEX AND EMOTIONAL PERSON, JUST LIKE YOU! ONLY WHEN I'M RECRUITING. THERE'S A TIME AND PLACE FOR EVERYTHING, AND ON THE BATTLEFIELD, THERE AIN'T NO TIME FOR FEELINGS.
No.302799 MESSAGE FROM THE CENTRAL COMMITTEE OF THE CPSU AND THE COUNCIL OF MINIST
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We are deeply saddened to announce that at the end of November, an outstanding figure of the Communist Party and the Soviet state, a member of the Politburo of the CPSU Central Committee, and Chairman of the Council of Ministers of the USSR, Comrade Yuri, passed away.
Comrade Yuri's entire life was selflessly dedicated to Lenin's cause, to the cause of communism. Born into a family of Romanian intellectuals, he rose illustriously from a rank-and-file activist in the Romanian Communist Party to one of the leaders of that great country. He began his career as an underground activist in Transylvania, where he distinguished himself as a skilled organizer and principled communist.
Even during World War II, Comrade Yuri convinced General Secretary Stalin to create a special unit—the Soviet Corps of Psychophysical Communication Operators—making an invaluable contribution to the development of cutting-edge research in domestic science and strengthening the nation's defense capability. In the post-war period, under his leadership, outstanding achievements were achieved in the study and practical application of the human psyche, which was highly praised by the Party and government.
As Chairman of the Council of Ministers of the USSR, Comrade Yuri proved himself to be a talented organizer and principled politician, a loyal and reliable comrade, General Secretary of Comrade Romanov.
He spent many years in his post, overseeing the rearmament of the USSR, devoting time to the development of psychotechnics and the formation of the core psychiatric corps, devoting much effort to implementing the decisions of the 27th Congress of the CPSU and accelerating the country's socioeconomic development.
His boundless energy, profound devotion to the ideals of socialism, and sensitivity and attention to people earned him well-deserved authority and respect.
The Central Committee of the CPSU and the Council of Ministers of the USSR, the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR express their deep condolences to the family and friends of the deceased.
The bright memory of Comrade Yuri, a faithful son of the Communist Party and a prominent statesman, will forever remain in our hearts.
No.302806 Anonymous hiding his emotional pain through a shitty joke
>>302790 >>302799 Yurifags will not recover from this... I grew up on Command & Conquer, with Udo's "Yuri" being neck-in-neck with Joe Kucan's "Kane" as far as favorite characters from the series goes. Even as a grown ass man these couple decades later I still think his standout performance is one of the best examples of FMV acting genuinely elevating the video game experience that I can think of. Rest in peace Udo Kier, you will be dearly missed.
>>302804 Producing content and contributing to the booru doesn't excuse shitty manipulative behavior, especially considering said behavior was revealed to have been previously occuring inbetween producing content and contributing to the booru.
>>302808 alright then, thread drama happened, very unfortunate and i’m sure it will never happen again because thread anons are forgiving and level-minded. are we now precluded on using the booru because tomoe is the primary contributor? what’s the gameplan.
Managed to unfuck my schedule, even if only for this week, hope you enjoy >>301636 >Be Uzi >Novice witch and member of a fledgeling coven >On your way to school >You hate Mondays, you always have trouble adjusting to waking up early after the weekend >And then you have to spend most of your day in class with those pricks that make fun of you >But today is going to be different, at least a little bit >You finally have a friend >You’ll spend some time with Emily during recess >You could talk about the rituals from the book >You obviously can’t take it with you, the normies can’t know you’re a witch >Probably not a good idea to talk about stuff from it then, now that you think about it >You two can have fun without forbidden knowledge >You could uhmmmm… uh…. >Damn it what do you have in common… >Ah… not much outside the dark arts >You’ll have to introduce her to anime, she looks like she would like JoJo >Oh you could talk about games! >Sure she’s a console peasant (That’s why you were playing so ass yesterday, you’re not used to playing with a controller) >But you’re sure she’ll understand why you like your visual novels and immersive sims so much >You’ll get to that later, right now you need to get your things from the locker >Thankfully the things you need this time are on the bottom shelf >You still have that textbook on the top one though >Maybe you’ll ask Emily to get it for you? “Careful there purple stuff, otherwise they janitors will have to mop up whatever is inside that empty head of yours” >Oh that voice is like nails on chipboard to you >You turn around >It’s Lizzy >Doll’s attack dog >And it seems she caught your scent >”Bite me!” >She scoffs “You’re gonna get a new response some day? This is starting to get boring… you’re like a broken record” >You stumble for words for a moment >Your lack of immediate response brings her amusement >”BITE ME! And if it makes you get lost faster then I’ll keep using it” >Lizzy laughs “Oh I’ll do that once you stop being a creepy freak, so never” >You slam your locker closed and attempt to walk away >Lizzy blocks your path, she won’t let you go until she had her fill >”What do you want?” “A little birdie told me you’ve been at the rave last Saturday” >”Yeah and so what?” “It also told me how you’ve had to go report to your parents, kinda cute, really, and it’s nice they’re keeping you on a short leash otherwise you’d probably crash the party” >”Go to hell Lizzy, and why do you care so much you weren’t even there” “Well the birdie that told me is rather important to me, and she likes those raves, so if you could be so nice as to not worsen them with your presence from now on it would be really nice of you” >What? “Speaking of, my bestie is waiting for me, bye freak” >She walks away, you follow with your eyes >You see Doll at the end of the corridor, looking in your and Lizzy’s direction >Now it all makes sense >She send her dog out because she’s too disgusted by you to insult you directly >Classy >You give Doll your regards by flipping her off before turning on your heel and going the other direction >She looked surprised for a second >What did she expect? That you’d just lay down and take it? >Man, now you’re in a sour mood >You hope you’ll find Emily soon enough, you want to take your mind off of this exchange >Oh there she is! >Talking with someone >Wait… >That’s one of those harpies from Doll’s and Lizzy’s clique >W-why are they talking? >She wasn’t just pretending so that they could get more ammunition to throw jabs your way right? >She couldn’t have… she went outside with you… >Emily passes a piece of paper to girl >You feel your core sink >You know what’s on that piece of paper >Everything they’ll need to torment you from now >Every embarrassing thing you said or did that they can pick at >You want to cry >You want to run away >You can’t move but you feel your digital waterworks begin to open >The popular girl says goodbye to Emily and points at you before she walks away “Careful Ems, think hot topic over there wants something” “Huh? hot topic? What do you mean?” >Emily turns around >She smiles and begins to walk towards you “Oh, hi Uzi!” >You take a step back
>>302815 “Everything alright Uzi? You don’t look too well, did something happen?” >How can she play at innocence like this? >She did all that just to backstab you >You want to hurl insults at her >Verbally mix her with dirt and run off and go back to your room to cry >Just like last time… >You look Emily in he screen >She looks worried >You think about yesterday evening >Holding back tears and with shaky voice you begin to talk >”W-what was that piece of paper you gave that girl? Who was she? Why were you talking?” >She looks very confused “Huh, what? That was Rebecca, she wanted to borrow my notes” >You want to believe her but your paranoia doesn’t let you >”Sure… Your friend Rebecca just wanted to borrow some notes…” >Emily’s confusion grows “I wouldn’t call her a friend, more of an acquaintance, Uzi is something wrong? You’re acting strange…” >You kinda expected an “even for you” at the end there >Maybe you’re overreacting? >She can’t be this good of an actor >And Lizzy would have probably said something more if your suspicions were true >You feel ashamed… but you’re glad you held your tongue >”I-i sorry, I think I’m just a bit… jealous?” >Emily is completely flummoxed now “Jealous? Of what? You also wanted to borrow my notes? I still have my notebook, you could copy them” >No… not like that? “Then what did you…” >Emily comes to a revelation “Oh, like that… Uzi don’t be silly! I’m not replacing you! Come on it’s not like I’m the only person you talk to” >You begin to hold your arm and look at the floor >”Well, there’s mom and dad I guess….” >Emily looks at you with pity and shame >She understands more about you than you ever wish she understood >She’s searching for something to say to you >Before she can the bell rings >She gives you one more look of sympathy and beams you a weak smile >You collect yourself and take some deep breaths >You smile back and follow Emily as she enters the classroom >You go to sit at your usual spot but once everyone else sits down you notice a spot next to Emily is empty and so you move to sit there >Pretty much everyone but Emily stares at you as you move across the classroom >You hear a few gasps as you sit down >Everyone looks at you as if you just killed someone >Emily, paying no attention to the reaction of the class moves her desk closer to yours >Several loud gasps and shocked jeers are heard across the classroom >One person even fainted >In the sea of shock and confusion you notice Doll’s and Lizzy’s reactions >The later has a mixture of disgusted fear on her face, similar to everyone else >But Doll… >You look her in the screen >She attempts to appear apathetic to this >But the way she looked at you and her screen flickering between a scowl and normal eyes give her away >She’s angry, or at least annoyed >Good, you don’t know why but you’re glad she is >The teacher begins to calm everyone down so that he can start a lesson >You give Doll a smug smile and turn your head away from her >You’ll take this victory, even if you don’t know how you’ve earned it >The teacher checks attendance and starts handing out printed out pieces of paper >Ah crap, you’re starting with a test today? >You basically just write your name down and that’s all >This is bad, you think you’ll be failing this class >Man at this rate they’ll going to hold you back a year >Your eyes dart across your immediate surroundings >Hey Emily is almost done with her test >A quick glance reveals that everyone has the same test >And Emily’s desk is close enough for you to take a peak at her answers >You lean in a bit and begin to copy Emily’s work >The teacher wont care, he’s too busy playing solitaire >But Emily does care and whispers in surprise “Uzi what are you doing?” >”I haven’t studied for this one alright? Just give me a hand” >She looks up from her test and to the teacher >He sits with the same bored expression he had for the last five minutes only noting that half of the time for the tests is up >Emily lets out a quiet groan and slides her test across the desk so that you can see it better >You copy everything by the time you have to hand in your tests >”Thanks Emily, I would have been toast were it not for you” “It was just questions about topics from last week, you could have passed by paying attention in class” >Hehehe, when was the last time you did that? >The class continues normally >You try to make some small talk with Emily >She urges you to pay attention to lesson >You give in and do your best to absorb what is being taught, reducing your chatter to occasional questions about the current topic
>>302816 >Whenever you say something to Emily someone turns their head to look at you >They try to be sneaky, to make it look like they aren’t staring at you while keeping you in their peripheral vision >Emily doesn’t notice but you’ve grown so accustomed to their gawking that you’d notice with your sensors disabled >The bell rings and the class ends >Next up is physics, you’ll need the books from the top shelf >You and Emily go to your locker >Before you can open it you hear a certain voice from behind you again “So Uzi you’ve gotten yourself a friend? I’m so proud of you! But I wonder how long Emily will be able to put up with you, you don’t have a great track record of keeping friends” >”Oh what do you want now Lizzy?” “Just wanted to congratulate you on finally managing to replace Doll, took you long enough” >More like Doll had no trouble replacing you >Lizzy laughs and walks away >Emily looks stunned “Wow Uzi, I knew you were getting picked on but that was just mean” >”Uhhh, I got used to it, and Lizzy’s insults lost most of their bite over the years” “Still, have you tried talking to the teachers about this?” >”They don’t care and even if what would they do? Firmly tell her to stop?” >She makes a mixed expression >You open your locker and look up >Alright this is going to be embarrassing >”Hey, Emily could you… take the textbook from the top shelf for me… I’m too short” >Your screen lights up with enough blushes to make you look like a lamp “Sure thing, here you go, hey what’s this?” >She hands you the book and reaches for something else >Wait no those are my…. >Emily gasps in shock while looking at the crumbled pieces of paper “Uzi are those your performance reports?” >”Uhm… Yes?” >You feel shame build in you >She reads the papers for a while “Uzi you’re basically failing every class!” >Excellent Uzi, now she’s going to be making fun of you from now on too >You resign yourself to your fate and get ready for the mockery that is about to come “Please tell me you at least studied for today’s physics test” >This isn’t what you expected >Maybe she wants more material? >Whatever lets get this over with >”No…. I didn’t even know there was a test today” >Emily sighs “You’re lucky this is the long break, let’s go to the cafeteria I’ll try to help you prepare, you know Miss Teli won’t let you cheat on this one” >Wait what did she say? >She’s going to… help you? >Not make fun of you for your shortcomings? >You sheepishly nod your head and follow her to the cafeteria >Emily tutors you, you try to pay as much attention as you can to not waste her efforts >The bell rings, you revise a few more things while walking to class >You write the test, it doesn’t go great, doesn’t go terrible either >Miss Teli collects the tests and begins to grade them while giving the lesson >You take your test from her desk while leaving the class >Emily asks you what grade you got while showing you hers >She got an A, obviously >You hold your test to your chest, fearing the results >You probably failed it and wasted a bunch of her time >You take a deep breath and look at the paper >C- >Hey you actually got a passing grade >And it’s not even barley passing >You’re very surprised >You haven’t gotten a grade this good in quite a while >”Thank you Emily, I would have failed this one as well if it not for you” “You’re welcome! And I’ll always gladly help you out” >You suddenly fell very bad about that one fantasy you indulged in where you were a lizard monster ripping your classmates apart >About decapitating Emily of course, everyone else can bite you >In your defence you didn’t know her that well back then “By the way Uzi, I’m just going assume you know about the big math test this Friday” >You begin to laugh nervously “Please study for it” >You will! >Though it may not do much >You only really know the maths you need for your tinkering >And even then you mostly eyeball stuff and go with your gut >The batteries you turned into grenades on accident are a testament to that “Well, maybe we could study together on Thursday?” >”Sure… if it’s not going to be a problem” “The only problem I see is my friend potentially flunking out” >”Thank you” >The rest of the schoolday passes >You say goodbye to Emily and return home >Dad’s still at work and your mom is working on her comic >You say hi to her and chat for a while through the door to her workshop >You go to your room >You sit down at your desk >You are at a bit of a cross roads >You promised Emily you’d study for the maths test >But there’s an opportunity to do something you wanted to do >And it may not present itself again any time soon
>>302817 >And besides you have two more days to study for that stupid test >You leave your room and enter your dad’s office >You begin to search the drawers and filing cabinets >You eventually find what you were searching for >A stack of papers with the plans of the tunnels connecting the outposts and several different buildings >You take the papers back to your room and begin to copy them >You don’t have a lot of time, dad will probably be back in some three to four hours >You copy most of what you think you’ll need and return the plans to the cabinet you found them in >Good timing, dad returned soon after you left his office “Honey! Uzi! I’m home!” >He notices you “Uzi, sneaking in to borrow my tools again?” >”Sorry! I’ve already put them back” “Alright then…” >Great now you can go back to your room and… “Uzi wait” >Uh… what is it? “Your teacher called today while I was at work” >Uh oh “He said your grades are rather bad and that you’re close to failing some classes” >Hahaha that…. Uhm… “He said that there were report cards you were meant to show us” >Uhmmm…. >Oh man now you’re in trouble ”You’re not planing on failing high school, right?” >”N-No! Of course not, I just… didn’t take things as seriously as I should… But I promise I’m trying to turn things around! Emily agreed to help me study” “Really now?” >He contemplates for a while >His face goes from a scowl to his usual tired expression “Fine Uzi, I trust you…” >Oh great “But, the theacher said he’s going to give you a new report card tomorrow, I better see it” >Will do >Your mom has entered the room “K-khan, Uzi! Why are you two talking in the d-doorway? Did something happen?” “Nothing honey, nothing, Uzi just missed her old man and wanted to say hi” >You blush and begin to stare daggers at dad >He gives you a smug look “Oh… that’s cute, come here you two! I missed you both!” >Mom limps towards you and dad >You both walk towards her to make sure she doesn’t have to walk much >You are embraced in a group hug with your parents >It feels nice… “I-i was thinking about taking a bit of a break, how about we all watch something? I think I have Redline on a data card somewhere, what do you guys say?” >”I-uh… have to go study mom, sorry” “Ohhh that’s alright honey, you diligent student you, Khan?” >Dad attempts to come up with an excuse for a while before giving up “Fine honey” >Mom cheers >You go back to your room >You sit down at the desk and weigh your options >You have the maths textbook >And you have your copies of the tunnel plans >You really should study >But…. >You’ve already spent a lot of time on those copies, and you should study them now while they’re still fresh in your head >Studying can wait >Oh wow >This is even better than you thought it would be >There’s a tunnel that leads to a fortified warehouse south of the outpost >It’s abandoned, from what you understand it’s because connecting it to the power grid would be to costly so they just sealed it off >A great base of operation for your coven! >You begin to compile the plans into a map that you could use to get there >You’ll have to use the side tunnels so you don’t accidentally bump into somebody from the WDF >You’re about done >You should go to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow >The next day at school is uneventful >Sure Lizzy does what she usually does but that’s not new >And Emily doesn’t have to save your ass with last minute cramming for a test >You did get that performance review card >Ohhhh it looks a bit worse than the ones you’ve got before >Not a whole lot but still >It’s going to be though to explain this to dad >You can’t just say “Sorry dad was to busy thinking about killing my classmates and ascending to godhood, tehehe~” >No, you can’t weasel your way out of this one >You’ll just take your punishment straight on the chin >You return home >Right you should study >Emily did help you narrow down the things you should focus on >You do a few example tasks from the book >They take you a while but you think you have the basics down >The sound of the front door opening and your dad yelling his usual “Honey I’m home”, inform you about his return >You continue to study while waiting for the inevitable >After a while dad enters your room “Hi Uzi, studying hard I presume?” >”Yes, dad I have a math test this week” “Well, good that you’re taking things seriously…. So where’s that performance card?” >You groan and turn to face him >You take the piece of paper out of you backpack >”Promise to not get too mad, and to not tell mom” “Is it really that bad?” >You begin to squirm in shame
>>302818 “Oh alright I promise” >You give him the report card >He begins to read it >His eyes widen with each new line he reads >By the time he finishes his screen is basically two very large empty circles >His palm meets his face and he looks at you “UZI! WHAT IS THI...” >You rush to cover his mouth with your hands >”Don’t yell or mom will hear you! You promised!” >He stands confused for a moment before rolling his head and nodding “Uzi, we need to talk, you’ve got a D- average in each subject, you basically on the knife’s edge of flunking out!” >”I know! I know! I messed up! But I’m trying to fix it!” “Still you there should be some sort of punishment, so you’re grounded” >”What? No! I have plans for this weekend!” >You plead with your father for a while “Alright, you’re not grounded on the condition you get at least a B on that math test you told me about” >“Sure! I’ll do my best!” “You better, oh and if you don’t get that B not only are you grounded but I’m telling mom” >You attempt to protest but you know it’s no use >You nod your head and dad leaves your room >Man you really need to put your back into studying >You keep your nose or the lack of it in the book for an hour >Ughh this is hard! And boring! >You look at the map you made >Well you should check that place out before you take Emily there >You put her in enough danger >And you studied a bunch today! >You still have tomorrow and Thursday >You pack the map and a few other things that may be useful >And the book of course >You begin to leave the house but dad stops you at the door “Hey buddy where are you going?” >Ah, should have known he won’t let you just go out like that >”I’m going over to Emily to study” “Ah, alright, don’t take too long” >Whew, he let you off easy >Right time to go to the tunnels >You use the same entrance hatch as last time >You wander the tunnels for a while, one of the paths you chose actually collapsed due to lack of maintenance >You path around the obstacle and reach your goal >The entrance door is an older model >It’s much harder to open this one >You open them just enough to be able to slip in >Alright time to check this place out >It’s dark in here, good thing you have the flash light >A lot of full shelves here >The WDF must have abandoned this place before they could clean it out of supplies >You should probably tell dad about this someday in case he forgotten >You can never have enough supplies >You snoop around some more >You find an area that could be great for performing the rituals from the book >Close to that is this buildings fusebox, no juice obviously but you could rig up some sort of battery to power this place for a while >You begin to search the shelves for anything that could be immediately useful >Oil in cans >You need that for rituals great >Miscellaneous machine parts >Work clothing >Tools >Oh what’s this? >Looks like a few drone corpses >Three of them to be precise >Crushed by a crate from the looks of it >Probably fell on them when the core collapsed >No oil around them, the weird robo-roach thingies must have picked them clean >You begin to pry them from under the crate >Two of the corpses are smashed to bits >One’s just legs and the other is just the shoulders and head >The third one is in good state >Well at least compared to the other two >The crate fell and smashed their head >You have an idea >You drag the corpses to the soon to be ritual area >You take out the book and begin to inspect the cadavers >From the looks of it you have just enough for one resurrection >Only one core, only one soul >You’ve spent a lot of time down here >You should get back before your parents get worried >You leave the way you came and close the door >Thankfully it’s easier to close than open >You return home rather late, you don’t have any more time for studying today >The next day passes >School was basically the same as yesterday, you talked with Emily about the test for a while >You realise just how little you know, but Emily said she had something in mind to help you catch up >You hope this will work out, if mom find out you’re doing poorly at school she’ll stop working on her comic to help you >You can’t allow that >Once you’re back home you go back to cramming >You only last an hour before you cant take it any more >You should study… but the ritual…. >No Uzi! Think what mom would say if she knew you were choosing dark arts over education! >...
>>302819 >You attempt to contain your cackling as you descend back into the tunnel >You’ll force life into cadavers soon but first you’ll breath some back into this building >You start by attaching three accumulators to the fusebox to act as a temporary power source >You flip the main fuse and some of the lights on the ceiling turn on >Not enough but you brought some led strips just for that >You set them up to have some nice mood lighting >Great, now for the finishing touches >You take out the can of purple spray paint and adorn the walls and floor in quotes and appropriate magical symbols >You look at your work with pride >Now you can begin >You dismantle the two lesser corpses >You follow the instructions from the book while attaching them to the remaining one >The head should attach like this… and then to screw that on… and that’s it >Now you just need to infuse the corpses with fresh oil, thankfully that’s plentiful here >After that the ritual can begin >But you’ll do that once Emily is here, she should be a part of this too >Wow you spend a lot of time here again, what time is it? >Oh it’s 9pm in 20 minutes >In 20 minutes!? >This is bad you got carried away >You have to sprint back home >You told your parents you were studying with Emily again >They think you got carried away studying >Mom even praises you >You regret your choices >Ohh you barely studied today! >You hope Emily’s plan for tomorrow is good >The next day comes, you go with Emily to her home after school >”So Emily what’s that plan you said you had? I may have… um… slacked off a bit the past few days” “Don’t worry, I’m sure it will work, do you have the book with you?” >”Yes, here it is? Why do you need it?” >Emily starts flipping through the book “Here! This section right here” >Overclocking? >You read the instructions needed to perform the rite and what are it’s effects >Oh this is great! Emily you’re a genius! >This will make you think faster! >Sure the book mentions some drawbacks but you’re not afraid of a little oil sacrifice >You look at the symbol etched in black and white in the book and begin to recite the word needed for the ritual >“Reboot, BIOS” >The world around you goes dark and you feel your body go limp >You think this is it! The space between life and death >Now you can make your offer to the darker powers >”OH MIGHTY OVERCLOCK! I STAND BEFORE YOU AND ASK FOR YOUR POWER!” >No response >Maybe you need to wait a while? >Still no response >”Uhmmm, Overclock?” >A gray plane emerges from the darkness, soon after white runes appear on it >This must be it you continue to recite >”Threading frequency, 110%” >You shouldn’t ask for too much, who knows what sort of payment is expected of Overclock’s warlocks >Something changed, you think the pact is sealed >”Save & Exit” >The word goes dark again and after a while you awake in Emily’s room >You sit up >”Did it work?” “Only one way to make sure” >Emily gestures to the mock exam the teacher gave out today >You begin to solve it >You come up with solutions quicker and whenever you don’t know something you take less time than usual to find what you need in the textbook >It worked! >Oh great! Well now that you know that this patron is trust worthy enough, time to pledge more >”130%” >Alright now we’re cooking with gas >You devour the textbook and solve the mock exam in minutes >Emily hands you papers with some more tasks that can get you ready >You re-read the textbook and blaze through them >Emily gets another set of tasks ready >Right time to crank it up “Uzi are sure you’re not overdoing it?” >Pshhh, please, it’s not like borrowed power can come back and bite you in the ass >”150%” >Oh yes this is it! >It all enters your mind with such ease! >”180%” >More, faster! You need more! >”200%” >YES! YES! You feel everything! You will SEE everything! You will KNOW everything! “Um, Uzi?” >You answers the nanosecond Emily says the last syllable of her question >”What do you need from the Oracle of Overclock! Seer of all knowledge?” “Do you feel alright? There’s like this symbol on your screen, and some text” >What? >Well you feel alright, maybe a bit hot >“What does it say?” “Warning Temperature Critical” >Uhhh >Oh wow you feel very hot all of a sudden >Suddenly the word goes dark again >You can’t move >You see some runes appear in the darkness but you can’t read them >Are you dead? >No this can’t be it >You try to call out to Overclock but there’s no response >D-Did, did your patron abandon you? >This fast?
>>302820 >Oh Emily was right! You shouldn’t have made a pact this demanding with a dark good this soon >You had no bargaining power! >Now your soul is probably stuck in some half realm where he’s the master of everything >Your ambitions will go unfulfilled >You’ll never see your family or Emily again >Oh no……. >Suddenly you hear Emily “Uzi! Uzi! Can you hear me!” >YES! >Maybe she can get you out >You scream, you scream as loud as you can but she can’t hear you >Then it’s silence again >Ah, he’s toying with you, trying to extract suffering from your soul >After a while you hear Emily’s voice again “Come on you stupid book how do I fix this?” >You flip between hope and resignation >You don’t know if that’s truly her or if your “patron” is mimicking her voice >The silence is cut a few more times “Mom, dad can Uzi stay over for the night? We still have a lot of studying to do” >Trying to rub your poor decision making in your face? “Alright that should be it, you should be back… after some time” >Oh you know this one, he wants you to have hope so time can crush it >Well no thank you, you know you have an eternity in this dark void and he’s not getting anything out of you no matter what he tries >Time passes >Man, eternal damnation is boring >You’re not even boiled in a pit of molten tar! >This is lame! >Where’s your chance to fight back against the evil deity and escape? >Uhhh….. >Maybe you could try to go to sleep? >Suddenly light returns >You’re in Emily’s room >You raise your head >You’re laying on a mattress >Emily is kneeling over you >You think she fell asleep like that >”Uhh Emily?” >Her screen flashes awake “Wuh… I’m not sleeping… Uzi!” >”Yeah it’s me, you didn’t have to fight my puppeteered body while I was gone or anything like that right?” “What no, you were just out cold… or hot” >You sit up and hug Emily >“You wrestled my soul from the hands of a spiteful god! Thank you, thank you, thank….” >Guess she is better at this witch thing than you, or at least more cautious >You should be more cautious too from now on >No more rituals you don’t study thoroughly >And no pacts with any gods, especially Overclock “Don’t mention it, it’s my fault really, I should have known you’d go overboard” >You let out a few nervous giggles “Anyway, it’s 3am we should try to get as much sleep as we can before tomorrow” >Good idea, you feel terribly tired >The ritual probably sapped some of your physical life force as well >Hope that regenerates >When you awake you still feel horrible but a bit better than yesterday so you remain hopeful this will go away >You and Emily go to school >You have some trouble walking and stumble a few times >The math class is last today so you’ll have to hold out for four hours and try to do some more revising >You mostly remember everything you’ve learned yesterday but the stuff closer to your soul imprisonment is rather fogy >You try to power through your fugue state but you fall asleep during the home eco class >Right time for the math exam >You were conserving your strength for this one >The questions are though but you solve them as best as you can >You finish the exam and hand it in >Ok, it’s done, no matter what you can go back home and rest and it will take the teacher some time to grade it so you’ll at least have this weekend free of risk of being grounded “Uzi, come see me 10 minutes after class” >Oh this is bad >You wait outside the class with Emily >“Think what did I do to get in trouble?” “I dunno, we both just kinda shambled our way through today” >Emily is in a much better state than you but you can see the weariness in her screen >The teacher opens the door and steps out of the classroom “Here Uzi, this is your test your father called and asked to have it graded early” >Ah, of course he pulled that move >Deals with him are almost as bad as the ones with whatever felbeast had your soul in it’s clutches this night >You take the piece from the teacher >Your hands are shaky >Oh you have a bad feeling about this… >You’re not leaving your house this weekend aren’t you >B >You’ve got an B >A dumb big shocked smile appears on your face >You’d jump and cheer if you weren’t so tired >A quiet yippee is all you can muster “So it all worked out? Great! I think I’m gonna go back home and lay down for a while” >”Same… hey you’re free tomorrow?” “Yeah, you have something planned?” >“Yep, let’s meet at my place” >You say your goodbyes and return to your homes >You enter your home >Dad’s waiting for you on the couch >He left work early today to be here
>>302821 >You dread what would have happened if you didn’t get that B >But you did get it so you show him the graded test with pride >He glances at it and gives you a warm smile “Well then Uzi, a deal is a deal so you’re not grounded and I won’t be telling mom about your grades” >”Thanks dad” >Your voice is weak and shaky “I see you and Emily really did study well into the night, I half expected you two just had a girls night when Elijah called to say you’ll be staying overnight, go ahead and rest, you’ve earned it” >You smile back and go to your room >You lay down on your bed >Your head hurts >And you have this weird feeling in your midsection >It’s like you have something stuck there and it’s about to leave through your mouth >You toss and turn in your bed for a while trying to fall asleep >When you do you have horrid nightmares >That dark dimension of emptiness >Mom scolding you for your bad grades >Emily turning her back on you >You awake screaming >It’s 7am the next day >You feel a lot better >Seems like whatever malady befell you is gone now >Good, today is the day you pop your necromantic cherry! >You drag yourself out of bed and begin reading your necronomicon >You must make sure the ritual goes flawlessly >You’ve seen first hand that getting careless with these things has dire consequences >Emily really is awesome >She managed to get your soul back >But you wonder how >Hope it wasn’t some Faustian bargain >You don’t want her sacrificing too much for you >When you feel that you committed everything you needed to memory you message Emily >”Hey, you’re ready? I want to do the stuff I mentioned last week” “Sure, I’ll come over soon” >Alright, might as well repeat the whole process in your head one more time >The doorbell rings >Dad goes to open but you rush ahead of him >You open the door and see Emily >”Dad, we’ll be going out today see you later” >Before you can leave you hear your mom “W-wait up Uzi! Why don’t you invite your friend inside for a while?” >You step aside and turn to look at mom >She left her workshop and started making her way towards you two >You move forward to meet her and Emily follows but her steps are unsure and nervous “Come ere’ I don’t bite, wanted to thank you for helping my s-stubborn daughter that likes to neglect classes” >What did she say? >You turn your head to look at dad >He looks nervous >”DAD YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T TELL HER!” >Digital sweat rolls of his brow “Sorry! Sorry! She found the report card and pressed me, but I did tell her about the math test” “Uzi, did you really think you two could keep something secret from me? But I’m not mad, a-atleast not any more” >”Really?” ”Yes, but next time you have trouble at school just say so, you know I’ll drop e-everything to help you” >That’s why you don’t want to ask for help “So t-thank you again Emily, for helping Uzi out” “No problem Mrs Doorman!” >You’re beginning to blush “Oh and Uzi? You better find a way to get a C average by the end of the school year or there will be hell to pay, have I made myself clear?” >”Y-yes mom!” “Good, and I hope I can trust in you Emily” >Emily suddenly puffs out her chest and answers with pride in her voice “You can count on me! Mrs Doorman!” “Alright you two go out and have some fun, oh and Khan, I have an appointment with Alice today, mind helping me out a bit?” “Ah of course! Always ready to take you anywhere you want” “G-get your h-head out of the c-clouds! Y-your not carrying me anywhere today!” >Dad’s disappointment is great “Eh, a-alright maybe on the way back” >Dad perks up again >You begin to drag Emily outside before your parents make you die out of embarrassment >You explain the plan to her on the way to the tunnels “Um, Uzi do we have to leave the bunker again? Can’t we do something… less extreme? It went kinda bad for us last time” >It will be different this time! >You studied this rite meticulously! >And this is the only path to the power you both desire! “Oh, fine…” >You descend into the tunnels again >Emily follows behind you >You did grab a spare flash light for her this time >You’ll have to make a copy of your map for her in the future in case you two get separated >”Ah this is the place!” >Emily groans and begins to help you with the door >”Don’t worry, we won’t be outside this time, this place should be relatively safe” >You enter the warehouse “Wow it sure is dark in here…” >Oh just wait a second! >You run up to the fuse box and reconnect the accumulators >You flip the switch and the building lights up >You present your decorations with pride >“So, what do you think, cool right?”
>>302822 “Uhmmm, it’s very pretty? I think? Uzi did you spend your time here instead of studying?” >”Maybe” >She looks at you with a mixed expression >“Never mind that come here!” >You lead her to the table with the prepared specimen “Uh Uzi this is a… corpse…” >Yup, you stitched it together from three different ones you found here “You’ve been playing with corpses?” >Yup, but it’s not going to be a corpse for long >First you need to infuse life oil back into this shell “And how do we do that?” >Oh easy! >You take out a jug of oil from under the table and a small plastic funnel >You flip the corpse over and reach into it’s open service hatch “Oh that’s nasty…” >“Well you have to get your hands dirty as well” >You grab the rubber intake you attached to the corpses cooling system and hand it to Emily along with the funnel “Eeek!” >”Just hold the funnel inside the intake while I pour the oil in” >After that is done you detach the intake and seal off the cooling system >Now time for the ritual part >Emily begins to read the passage describing it “Uzi, I’m not so sure about this… core reset part…” >Yeah that… >It’s a way to… make a soul blank >Extinguish what’s there and have it begin anew >It apparently also makes the risen easier to control >Something called an admin override code >Some sort of true name, one must obey those who say it >It makes you shiver thinking that someone could make you a puppet with just one sentence >But the only way to know a true name is to “reset” a soul >So no one knows yours >Do you want to “reset”? >Whoever they are they are still in there >Floating in something similar to that deep dark you’ve been in >They deserve to see the world again >But then again they’ve been there for a long time >They may have gone insane >Snuffing them would be a mercy in that case >Man, this got heavy really fast, you wanted some care free necromancy >You look at Emily, she continues reading the book with a grim expression >“We’re not resetting them, they’ll live again just like they were before, hopefully” >Your fellow witch is eased somewhat by your statement >What are the odds of you creating an insane revenant? >Right lets do it >You give Emily a purple marker >She looks at you questioningly >”Draw a circle around the table, so we have a protective ward just in case” “That wasn’t anywhere in the book…” >”Just trust me” >You reach inside the service hatch and press the button on the core while Emily traces the ward around you >You quickly pull your hand outside and close the hatch >Right now time for the incantation >The book didn’t have one which is obviously in attempt to trick you into messing up >But you’ve always dreamt of doing something like this so you have one prepared >”Oh, spirit from beyond! See the vessel we have prepared and answer! Hear our call! Return to life and AWAKEN!” >That should do it >The corpse is not moving >Aw man did you mess something up? >Maybe that incantation was too corny? >No, you’re sure it was tastefully arrogant >But not too arrogant you even mentioned the fact that Emily is with you “Maybe we…. Didn’t pour in enough oil?” >It was a whole jug, the book said that should be enough >You two begin to ponder >Said pondering is cut short by a twitch of the corpses hand >You two definitely don’t shriek in a panic at the sight of your movement >Alright you do >But Emily was more scared than you >And your fear quickly turns into jubilation once the familiar runes appear on the screen of the freshly made undead >Emily takes a cautious step towards the table >You both look at the text shifting across the screen >Your joy turns into caution similar to Emily’s >You may have created an abomination >It will be fine…. >Right? >The screen goes blank for a second and two white ovals appear >You and Emily begin to hold your breath in nervous anticipation
And we're done again, back to your regularly scheduled funposting
>>302814 >are we now precluded on using the booru because tomoe is the primary contributor? No, because that's irrational and retarded. I'm just pointing out that being a contentfag or major contributor and being a malicious anonymous asshole aren't mutually exclusive characteristics.
Image:176401381329.png(299kB, 2018x2466)Only having one set of clothes is for the POOR, N.png
>N may have a big heart but not a particularly large brain (or whatever the robotic equivalent of those organs is).
Long-time followers may remember that I draw Tessa’s dress gray. However, I (somehow only) recently spotted that it was actually black and purple based on the plush, which then made me take a closer look and realise that the inner part of her dress was actually purple. (In my defence, most shots from the show are dark and other fan artists made the same mistake, making her dress all black/dark gray.) While I will probably just keep using the gray dress out of convenience, this mistake did provide the material for this joke.
>>302824 One anon spouts some bullshit, and every time the other anons tell him to shut up. Most anons here aren't retards, and we respect writefriend's contribution to preserving greentext.
Fuck, it's thanks to greens that he saved it, I have been marinating with you for over a year now.
>>302833 >Uzi posts on Doorchan about N turning her into a nugget for his (and TOTALLY just his) sexual pleasure >She won't even work up the nerve to make out with him IRL (yet)
Chuuni Uzi Intermission II, just for (you) >>299857 >>302823 >You’ve done it! >They’re gone >You’re free >Oh it was so very much worth it >But you didn’t do it alone >J is always willing to help you out >Sure she had her doubts about “downsizing the C-suite”, but she eventually went with your plan >V was adamant about not going >You don’t blame her, she doesn’t have a mean cog in her chassis >But she changed her mind when N said he’d help >Oh and how he helped >He basically did all of the work >You understand why >Louisa and James were starting to grumble about throwing V out after she doped some stupid vase >You’d have to rotate her along with Cyn >And that would have been hard >But that won’t be a problem anymore >You’re siting on a couch in one of the bottom floor rooms >Cyn is with you, watching cartoons on a TV >She hasn’t watched any in a long time >You’re glad she’s happy >And you’re happy >Very, very, happy >Sure it’s not all sunshine and rainbows >You’ll be meeting someone called a notary soon >J told you she’d teach you what to say to him when he arrives >J is great >Apparently the CEO of the company your parents owned wussed out out when shit hit the fan >And you don’t mean your parents dying >A planet exploded? Or something like that, big thing, was on the news >You had to talk with shareholders? Or whatever they’re called >Bunch of old crooks in suits >They yelled at you >You wanted to cry >Thankfully J stepped in >Said a bunch of things you didn’t understand to them >Made them smile, laugh >You’re CEO now, whatever that means >J’s been doing a bunch of paperwork, bless her >It’s all too complicated for you >Everyone else just goes about their day as normal >Without having to worry about getting trashed of course >They still fear messing up even when there’s no real consequence >Oh and you’ve got a bunch letters from your family >All of them are basically the same “Sorry that your parent’s died, hope you do better kiddo” >Or something to this effect >Well except one >The one from aunt Martha >Reading it makes you smile >She said she’d be visiting more often from now on >You can’t wait >Another thing >Your parents planned some stupid gala for all their snob friends >That’s cancelled obviously >But a lot of preparations have been made >Would be a shame to let it all go to waste >But there’s hardly anyone that can attend at the manor >But you know how to fix that >You’ll take N and V on your next expedition the dump >You wont have to go at night >And the others will help with the repairs once you get everyone here >Oh your family will grow >And you will be able to enjoy yourselves >You all deserve it… “[Concerned Tone] Tessa…” >Cyn snaps you out of your ruminations >“Yes Cyn?” >She begins to hug you “[Teary Comforting] I know your parents perished, this is probably very emotionally distressing, me and big brother N can surely cheer you up, please don’t bottle your feelings up” >Oh Cyn you… >You return the hug >“You can cheer me up all you want, anytime, I won’t complain” “[Cheer]Sure thing, Tessa!”
>>302823 >Uzi gains even the mildest simulacrum of usable power >Immediately abuses it into a meltdown and must be tard wrangled back to life >Wholeheartedly believes it was the power source's fault, near-immediatly switches over to a different one which she uses just as recklessly
Loving these greens just as much as Sentinel roadtrip so far if not more, hopefully you've got a continuation in mind so we can get an idea for the new guy instead of just guessing.
>>302834 Anglo-Saxon language doesn't have a separate "you"(singular) and "you"(plural), but if you like it, imagine us being cooked by a herd of feral DDs before they devour us.
>>302857 Happy to hear that, the next part won't be from Emily's perspective, but the next time it's her perspective it;s going to be spicy I must use every ounce of my will to not point out that the dogma of techpriests from WH isn't due to ignorance but from reverence of technology, they do understand how thier tech works, even if not fully in some cases the dogma is in place so that they can keep it runing for longer, it's easier to explain the dipshit neophyte that the machine spirits need all the screws tightened instead of telling him that it keeps the gas casket from exploding
Kek, that's only natural. It's simply impossible to imagine how many incredible technological wonders humanity lost after the long night, and how many will never be rediscovered. Not only did we have to adapt to a new galaxy, but so did our technology. The Great Ocean truly is both our curse and our savior.
>>302871 Didn't mean to impose, I was just joking. Do whatever you wanted to do. I am completely serious about my intention to have the Doorman kids' generation include Germy S. Winterspoon III though.
>>302877 Well I seen so many “exceptions” that kill my drive with the sheer jealousy that a fucking middle schooler is better than me. I been drawing for years yet they just started.
>>302878 Looking at other's work is a great way to kill your motivation, been there with painting warhammer models, I've been painting for 7 years now and I'm mediocre at best, you really just shouldn't worry about it, draw to make yourself happy to a standard that you want to hold yourself to instead of endlessly comparing yourself to others I will take this moment to say that non metalic metals are for retards with delusions of grandure and that they only look good from one angle and thus are shit for gaming
>>302882 NMM isn’t completely useless, true Metallics are still better but learning some NMM skills is useful for painting things like glass and crystals
>>302885 Is that the only anon model available or what. When I see that nigga, I only think about how much I love my aquilops wife(she never lets me pull out, which I wouldn't anyway but whatev)
>>302891 >Confessed love for a non drone life form Take this scale fucker to the correction chamber to be raped by drones immediately, he will be let out when he gets better taste
Wait! Only now have I realized that I forgot to change it the place holder name for the teacher in the chuuni Uzi green, well fuck guess bunnysuit is a physics teacher now
>>302904 >is a headcrab >hasn't had any access to anything that could do something about a possible smell for the better part of the last twenty years >has been in caves full of unknown elements and smells in that time
>>302898 She also lusts for long lost humanity as Emily does in the deep confines of the outpost internet: together the two make up approximately 50% of hmofd's writefags by weight.
>>302926 >Pavo cosplays as Julius Belmont, the straightest thing he's ever done >On the other side of the galaxy, the Solver shudders, getting the feeling it had better keep its ass in that area of space
>>302926 E as uhhh....Oddjob. (James Bond) D as Gloria (PKMN Sword and Shield) Abbas as Father Gregori (HL2) Doctor Holly as Morrigan (Darkstalkers) MG as the Merchant (Resident Evil 4l M as Sakura (Street Fighter 5 version.) Alternatively Holly Summers from No More Heroes U-U as Crypto and Pox (Destroy All Humans) H (forma de Merc) as Heinrix von Calox (Rogue Trader)
>>302954 I can't tell if someone just thought this was a cool idea or if there's some spite mixed in there because the artist fucking seethes at the sight of cutesy anime girls
>>302956 That’s a misreading of what, I said it’s a new mutant slop oc but it’s not but I might do something like it actually because it’s a cool concept
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Itanon here with a quick update on my 3d art journey. So turns out that I need a programe called PMX editor for mmd. Down side is that theres no linux version of it, meaning that I have to use what I got and such within the program/use a bit the drawing program I use to do the edits and such. A small price to pay but go figures. So far I'm still learning the hot keys and doing my best to remember them by straight up pressing them over and over like a old person at a damn casino. Do note that this my second attempt at doing 3d art and such and learn a bit better since then. But other than that it have been a blast and I hope you guys enjoy this little second attempt at 3d art
>>302980 Awesome. I'd recommend asking armageddonc104 and blenderanon for advice on 3D modeling. I think the help of experienced anons will greatly boost your skills, and we'll get more awesome 3D porn much sooner.
<3 Queen of Loving Flesh <3 (not a lot of concrete stuff here just going off vibes until I give it more detail l8r)
>Mutant Magical Girl of Solver! >Human: Iris, pretty shy >Mutantized with extreme Solver Powers, Listen to voice in head to vanquish all evil that threatens earth >Sometimes “Princess Cyn” will appear and tell her to go do a very important mission >This evil just so happens to be basically anything and everything in her path >Genuine thinks shes a hero and just wants to help everyone the best she can! So what if they end up dead >Tries wayyy too hard to seem cute despite appearance, unironically does Moe shit thinking its cool >Has loads of prepared speeches and summoning spells that in no way correlate with what is actually summoned when her staff starts screaming bloody murder >Nyah! >Is best friends with the solver tentacles that appear (Wholesome, get mind out of gutter) >Has a transformation sequence sometimes that you really dont want to be around for, within 200 miles of at least. Only done it once, the City never needed protection again