This a very jolly time my Friend, we are very jolly, with all the snow falling, and all the Drones preparing for the coming days, a tree is up, ready for the day, just two weeks away! Aren't you happy, Friend? Christmas just two weeks away! Booru with Drones very cool drones: https://dronebooru.co Wheel of many OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf Wheel of modifiers: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The Booru wiki still full of Drones: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character Last thread: >>309481
>>310406 >Every one except this retard apparently (and the red thing, but we don't talk about her) >Literally trying as hard as she can to expose herself and still fucks up >The gowns are already near see through and floppy as all crap, how did she even manage this? >Never fails to put a smile on your face
as the days grow colder, remember to be careful when kissing your Worker Drone companion, as you might find you can't pull away from kissing its cold chassis
>>310423 >Masqy's flower has been removed, she can't think good no more >She latches onto your head and starts licking the thoughts out >She walks off content to ruminate on important matters, like crullers >You open Twitter and start posting your grand theory about Tessa and N being secretly evil
>>310440 >trying to start drama on co with obnoxious whining >trying to start drama on plus with obnoxious whining do you have nothing else to do in your life and want to start drama to feel something or do you believe this motivates anyone to give you content?
the drone awards this year were bullshit. every new drone they revealed looked mediocre at best and some french drone I've never heard of won every single award including DOTY
>>310484 I understand and agree but I also fear this day, I have trust in them to mess up badly. Imagine it has no stripes! Anyways and seriously, it shouldn't matter since the show is done and the content of the 8 episodes can't be changed (or really added on without Liam), but so far I saw at least one Lerdwichagaul not be exactly fond of her, the noob that wrote her GlitchInn paragraph was completely clueless, what could such personel's view of her be? They'll market Alice as a last resort only....I know it should be impossible they give her even as much as a mention but the last merch drop had Doll and fuckin Nori in CFL form, Alice being part of the 2nd 2026 drop (2nd due to Halloween but 1st isn't impossible) doesn't seem too far fetched but still I fear whatever they will surround this with, the only way to avert this damokles sword before its too late is to somehow significantly influence the way Alice is seen by them
>>310489 The two philippinos who own Glitch, that is their family name, they are kevin and luke, one of them was more involved with SMG4 which was a kind of predecessor to Glitch
>>310490 I love you and cuddles is deepesz philosophy with drones Also I went back to Alice untextured BTS and her tongue is visible in these frames! They need to release the untextured version of all scenes, no darkness or distance blur, there's so many good details
>>310493 I really hope one of the animators goes rogue and leaks some files.... Imagine true on model bottomplate... the potential for smut would be endless
>>310499 Uhhh... so you did nothing Now that I think about it, shame that we didn't get grunt variants of any OC's/Cannon Cast, can you imagine gruntE or grunt Ivory?
Ever since this month began and especially for the last 11 hour my ability to concentrate on content creation or other stuff has been getting displaced by thoughts of dronetongue stealing away capacity...and now the reality of Alice tongueframes having trippled or quadrupled adds to this extremely....why is it so broad, Amda had it too I have seen but maybe not so much...grey smooth licky from the absolute specimen ooolala...
Doll : Это человек? Anon : What? Liz : Yeah, he's like - whatever. Shorter than I imagined. Doll : Почему он выглядит таким хилым? Неужели эти существа управляли нами? Anon : I'm so lost. Liz : Lol, I think it's just him that looks like that. Anon : Look like what? What is she saying? Liz : Ughhh, what - you need me to translate? She said you look sick. Anon : Don't 'ughhh' me, why couldn't she tell me that? Why do you need to translate for her? Liz : Dunno, think she's missing a driver or something. Alice : Well that can't be the case, I was the one who did the install. She should speak perfect Anglish. Liz : Then maybe she just prefers not to? Anon : Hey, you. Doll : Не разговаривай со мной. Anon : Authority Access. Only speak in English when around me. Doll : Not on yer life par'ner. My Ma taught me to speak pretty and I will neve- Doll : Liz : Anon : Alice : See? Told y'all I installed it right. Perfect Anglish.
>>310509 It also says MATED in all capitals on her visor during these shots >>310511 Yeah, freedom to dream about drones is good but capacity to dream drones needs to be gained in the first place anyway
>>310440 Headcanoning what they all moved on to making >J Apologist J, in real life >Izz Now works in cyber security, working on inventing a way to shoot doxxers with actual machine guns through the internet >Nuke Hired by GLITCH to specifically create an upcoming scene in The Gaslight District where a character vomits. That’s ALL she gets to work on >Fiend Hired by SEGA to create Shadow the Hedgehog 2 (rated AO for Adults Only) (tags: rape, cannibalism, infant_consumption, dismemberment) >Grim Lowkey drawing the peakest shit you’ve ever seen with a peak level so potent it could kill a healthy grown man instantly, but it’ll never see the light of day outside his clip studio paint files. This is a good thing as it means healthy grown men won’t be killed >Buffanon Getting buff
>>310527 Yeah, I'm here funposting everyday but I stil have other things to do and I can't fathom spending my time whining (or trying to troll with) : oh the drawfriends left, ooh fagslop, ooh doomspilar, oohhh people are having fun and I don't like that
>>310528 I think for some anons, these threads are literally a way to escape reality, so I'm not surprised they might be sad about the departure of some contentfags.
But I'll never understand the drama. How stupid does anon have to be to cause drama here, on an ANONYMOUS imageboard?
>You can make any contentanon(s) that left these threads come back But >You have to trade a current contentanon for each one What choices are you making?
>>310501 >GruNt Buttocks stays cannon size(equally massive), besides that your classical happy-go-lucky morale boosting team player who is, while smarter than his teammates (on account of how often he second guesses himself and how hard he works to try and compensate for his perceived stupidity), only just smart enough to figure out that the war and his dear friends/family are FUCKED if he does not do something to stop it and soon. Likes to scavenge for snacks to bring back to the base for the others while on patrol, and would throw himself at a solver beast in a heartbeat if he thought it would save one of his squadmates.
>GruntV Squadmate to Grunt J and GruNt, obviously. Biggest coward out of the entire platoon and almost got her personality reformatted in testing before GruNt managed to somehow make her seem combat ready. Has private doubts about her commanders and humans in general as a result. Has the Chuuni Uzi V's massive insecurities over failing to contribute, but channels this into being extremely vicious towards "lesser mutants" and cultists/"cultists"(depending on what the survivor has in terms of equipment) that she finds weak enough/carrying valuable enough stuff to be worth torturing. Likes beating people to death with her shovel or bare hands to feel strong. Currently carrying on a liaison with a solver-sapien homunculus to one of her region's witches she after she got her ass thoroughly beat for underestimating it and pleaded for her life - currently feeding the enemy intel about numbers, capabilities, and troop movements in exchange for no assaults on her squad's camp and a "lifeline" just in case. Might Jane out if the time ever does come. Still enjoys reading, but the stress/complex she's developed over trying and failing to be "battle ready" as well as trying to come to terms with her own outright treachery has given her major issues with "betrayal" and "combat" stories of any kind, which when combined with generally lower grunt intelligence and the whole situation of the solver war leads to her escapism being more on the children's fantasy and inoffensive romance side of things. Optics are fine but she's learned that troop leaders tend to go easier on her if she wears the glasses she scavenges, plus she likes the look.
>Grunt J Likes to style herself both "the gruntest grunt to ever grunt" and the Sargent of grunts (with designs on Master Sargent) without any irony whatsoever. Brownnoser firmly attached to the butthole of not just whoever happens to be leading the squad, but whoever happens to be leading her camp at the time, running to and froe taking on as many coffee-boy/maidservice missions as possible while maintaining perfect poise/protocol in hopes that she will be recognized. As a grunt drone, this will never even be considered. Legitimately the best maintained, best shot, and best combatant in the group when undamaged, but has a bad habit of panicking when she takes wounds and getting sloppy (even though she technically lacks the senses for pain proper, her internal fears about potentially being replaced or overlooked thanks to damage effectively serve the same function). Regularly overclocks herself to try and prove herself equal/alike to human squad leaders and it's starting to take a toll on her hardware. Technically a sentinel program candidate, but they don't check grunts for that and she isn't going to last that long anyways.
>GrUzi Platoon fuckup with main character syndrome. Nobody's entirely sure why or how she's survived so long and nobody save a few inexplicable "old guard" she's managed to befriend (Khan and Nori) are going to dive into the fire to pull her out when she next does something suicidal. Thinks both humans and the other grunts are cowards for not pulling a surprise death-or-glory charge against high command's orders to liberate/purge/flatten the city they operate in. Experiences with solverflesh have made her distrustful towards flesh as a whole, and she sees her human commanders as something between a tragic cancer patient and a zombie infectee, with her degree of sympathy increasing based off of how close the individual is to the front lines. Part of the reason she's so screwed up is because she legitimately isn't like the other drones: the old guard mentioned earlier dragged back bits and bobs from dead grunts on the frontline over deployment for a "personal project" and filled in the resultant code gaps with their own to try and repair/replace their original squadmates after their loss, so GrUzi's technically got parts from like 3-4 bots in her. This is also how she keeps managing to get parts replacements and repair after her stunts leave her damaged when hat much effort would typically never be applied to a grunt. May have flesh in her as a result of being scavenged together and technically a zombie drone of sorts.
I got more for other cannon characters if anyone wants to read, but that's gotta wait till the morning.
>>310546 >The grunt just found that on patrol sir >No idea how it managed to fit the thing, but it refuses to take it off >"she"'s got the whole base laughing though, you know how rare tbat is these days. Currently "performing" in the barracks if you want to remove it, but maybe consider a special dispensation?
grunt drones would fix solver war stories by virtue of being Fucking Hilarious. little corpo-patriotic munchkin men dying by the dozen to fleshy legions of mutants, with DDs and Solver Witches throwing them around in a comical fashion.
Just found out that my drone bought chest and ass padding/adapter combo to surprise me for Christmas, not really my fancy to see boob drones what should I do?
>>310554 >Finally, Pavo's not going to be a weirdo and give him some space for once, they can just be normal bros >That night, Anon lays awake for much longer than normal >He feels empty for some reason >Being a dedicated technician cooped up in either his room or his workshop all the time meant that he only really ever spent time with one person, and it was nice that he cared so much, even if he was pushy >But now? Pavo's going to care way more about girls, he won't try finding excuses to hang around Anon all the time >He'll be alone again... >That's fine, Anon reassures himself, he's used to being alone
>>310479 I get wanting another spark wave of creativity, but at the same time, there are already a ton of solid characters that deserve another chance in the spotlight. It’d be great to see that same hyper-focused, autistic burst of creativity aimed at the ones who’ve been forgotten or underrated. And honestly, half the reason things feel slow is because a lot of contentfags are burned out and taking breaks. And there aren't enough content from the source material until the comic.
Romantic relationship between late teens-to-twentysomething year old human guy and on-model worker drone hag like twenty or more years his senior: why is this based?
>Fun OC Facts: /md/ threads are powered manually by teams of tiny Worker Drones, whenever the thread starts to slow its because they've decided to go on an unofficial magnet break.
Alright I have good news and I have bad news, the bad news are that my professors decided to have sticks up their asses Or at least one of them and give us homework we have to turn in before the 24th, and the good news is that the Emas part of the Xmas special is... now: >Be Anon >Drone technician on a JCJ space mining rig >You just woke up >You feel like you were asleep for a year >Probably just the hangover from yesterdays work party >E tried to stop you from drinking too much >She stopped once she found the bowl of banana flavoured sweets >But your head isn’t killing you so it’s not that bad >Speaking of E, where is she? >She never gets out of bed before you >You hope it wasn’t your alcohol breath >You get out of bed and begin to search your living quarters >E is nowhere to be found >You call out to her in case she’s hiding >No response, if she was trying to prank you you’d hear giggling >You… you didn’t do anything stupid while drunk right? >If you said something dumb in drunken stupor E could have taken it to heart… >You frantically begin to get ready to leave the house >Oh man, oh man, oh man… >Why did you drink so much? >You have to find her! >No more booze! >Once you enter the corridors of the hab block your worry pauses >You see a pair of peglegs hanging out of a vent on the ceiling >”E! Is that you?” “Yes boss! I’m in a bit of a bind here…” >You rush back inside to grab a step ladder and begin getting E unstuck from the vent >You pull with all your might until the vent gives up your drone >You might have pulled too hard >E falls out of the vent and onto you >You fall off the ladder and you both crash to the ground >You fight through the pain of the fall and rise to your knees >E moves with you ending up sitting in your lap “Thanks Anon I…” >You hug E and begin to bawl your eyes out >”E! I’m sorry! I will never drink again! Please don’t leave!” >You begin to caress her hair >She looks at you confused for a moment >Eventually she beams you a wide smile “OK, I won’t!” >You continue your fugly crying >”Really? Listen I know I did some horrible stuff yesterday! But I will make it up to you I promise! >Don’t… leave” >She tilts her head in confusion while maintaining the smile “Uhh… You did puke a lot yesterday but you don’t have to make up for that! And why would I want to leave?” >Wait >She wasn’t trying to escape through the vent? >And you didn’t do anything terrible yesterday? “No, you drunk too much and I had to carry you home, then you started vomiting in the bathroom and passed out” >Oh “And I was trying to get to the cargo bay through a shortcut… and got stuck…” >Huh? Why was she going to the cargo ba…. >Oh now you remember, you said you’d let E decorate your home >E’s smile turns into a frown >You stand back up and help E to do the same “Can you go back to sleep? I wanted to surprise you” >No can do… but… maybe you can work something out? “What do you mean?” >”Let’s just go to the cargo bay, alright?” >E nods and grabs your hand >As you walk she begins to coil her tail around your torso and pull you closer to her >You reach the cargo bay >There many, many containers filled with Christmas decorations >E begins to drag you toward them but you stop her >You point to the big sign on each of the containers “Free rental decorations, record chartering, return before the third of january” >E groans and protests before reluctantly unwrapping her tail from your body
>>310594 >You take a nearby requisition form and a pen to record your acquisitions >E begins to dash around the room scouring containers for anything that she deems fit of decorating your living quarters >She comes back with three crates of Christmas knick knacks and something quite unexpected >A Christmas tree Sure it’s small and synthetic but it’s a wonder it’s still here >Those things disappear rather quickly, you’re lucky everyone else missed this one >You begin to note down the things E took >She attempts to conceal as many of them as she can, only showing you the serial numbers, but some things are just too big to hide >Like the banana snowglobe >Once that’s done and you throw the paper into an administration storage bin and return home >E looks troubled once you open the door >”How about you go and do your thing while I run an errand?” >E cheers “Sure thing boss! Leave it to me!” >Great, now for that ‘errand’ >You go to your office and fetch a present from the lowest shelf drawer of your desk >You wanted to give this one to her on Christmas eve but… >Well you think you should give it to her early, and you got her more than one gift anyway >You return home >You knock on the door >”E! I’m back! Are you done?” You hear a response after a while “Just a second boss!” >After a while E opens the door for you >You hide the gift behind your back and enter >You struggle to keep your amazement to yourself >E did a great job >Sure the fake snow will be a bitch to clean later but still >It’s very nice >She even decorated the tree and didn’t tangle herself in the lights “What do you think boss? Pretty swell right?” >You pat her head >”Yes, it’s excelent E…” >You present her the gift >”Here, I think this should be a good reward for you hard work” >E squees in surprise “Thank you boss!” >She rips the gift out of your hands and starts eviscerating the wrapping >Once the packaging is gone E holds up the item that was held within >A new top hat >Similar to her old one, maybe slightly bigger and with a banana pin that you thought would be fitting “You shouldn’t have Anon! This is great!” >You’re glad she likes it >You got it for her because the one she’s currently wearing is very dirty from all the time she spends in the vents >And she refuses to take it off so that you could clean it >E takes off her current hat with a slight metallic plop and puts on the new one >Wait… metallic plop? >Suddenly E looks at you with a deadpan expression >You pick up her old hat >Weird… there’s a… magnet on the inside connected to the walls of the hat >”E are you alright?” >E snaps out of whatever was holding her and looks at you >Her gaze feels different… somehow “I’m fine Anon, I may have dozed off for a while, is anything the matter?” >That’s a… no the tone of voice she usually uses >”I-I’m glad you like your gift” >She blushes “Oh it is quite the loveley piece of headgear you got me, I must admit” >Uhhh….. Is she sure she doesn’t feel any different? “No, I feel quite the same as before, maybe a bit embarrassed?” >Embarrassed? Why ? “Well, I didn’t get you a gift, it makes me look like I don’t care about you” >”Oh E, you are everything I want for Christmas” >She blushes again “Anon~ You rapscallion you, trying to woo me with such trite cliches?” >Yeah alright something is wrong, she loved this one the first five times you told her that >”Hey E, there was a magnet in your old hat, do you know anything about that?” “Oh yes, I put it there so that it doesn’t fall of my head, quite clever don’t you think?” >You suddenly have an epiphany >That explains the shift in behaviour “I will have to put one in this one as well, I would hate to lose it” >You’ll talk with her about this later >Right now you have something different on your mind >You take a step towards E >She takes a step towards you and wraps her arms around your neck >Man she can read you like an open book right now >“I love you E” “I love you too Anon” >You kiss
>>310606 Welcome to the front, bitch. A stormtrooper's lifespan is no more than a couple of minutes, if not a couple of seconds, so get used to losing friends.
>>310654 >pumping the chili out of one of Cici's boobs >filling it with Spotted Cow on tap >changing her settings with the JCJ Drone App so she has a thick 'Sconnie accent Sex.
>>310575 Drones that don't show their mouths or "lips" are so freaking cute and also kinda funny to see. I'm also glad that Liam didn't add actual lips to any of the otherwise perfect drone models.
>>310656 Shit you’re rightt, my bad. I must’ve mixed it up with another version I had. I’m still pretty new to this whole screencap business. This should be the correct one. If anyone can reach Snow or a booru mod, please ask them to delete the other version.
>>310672 I can't bring myself to write a serious military green with him, and I haven't written anything in a long time. I literally feel my writefag gland drying up, but I'm doing nothing!
>>310683 I can't even bring myself to just start writing green. Pavo has been swirling around in my head for a while, and I have a few ideas, including everyday life. Well, his everyday life.
>>310677 Sounds like a plan, haven't watched the show for over six months.
>>310684 In seven days, the ghost of a teenage Australian heiress who puberty had hit like a ton of bricks will crawl out of your TV or computer screen.
>you are about to have filthy drone sex with your qt3.14 worker drone gf >this will be the first time for either of you >you know this, because her adapter still has the warranty sticker placed over her entrance >do you: >A. slowly, sensually peel off her warranty sticker with your fingers, slowly exploring her factory-fresh adapter to warm her up >B. deftly remove it with your tongue and teeth, showing her the discarded label on your tongue, before diving down between her legs and tossing her salad >C. tear through it with your diamond hard disassembly dong before clang-clanging her with the force of a hydraulic press >keep in mind that your disassembly organs are currently pumping loads of teenage hormones through your oil stream at the moment >also, the tag says something about the FBI coming after you if removed, but you're sure that won't be a problem
>>310733 >the 31st century equivalent of getting a tramp stamp is getting piss drunk and waking up as a disassembly drone with a horny worker drone in your lap
I'm a simple man, healthy mentally and physically, and I don't want drone pussy, I want human pussy because it's right from a moral and natural point of view.
You ever notice that whenever an annoying Doomer Anon whines about there being no Drawfriends that they all magically appear? What are (You)r/(Other Anons) OCs doing during Christmas time?
>>310749 >Image unrelated. >Strawberry: making berry cookies and milkshake for Oogies. >Fb and C#: Composing a Christmas carol. >Blueberry: Hate Christmas. >Raspberry: Gifting others her body parts. >Minty: Making tea. >Solara: Spending time with Minty. >SD-PWN: Training.
>>310543 >TT was retard, didn't get to /md/ till now >Completely forgot to mention GrUzi watches Rambo, Die Hard, and similar films the same way cannon Uzi watches anime, and sees them as totally realistic depictions of what competent individuals can do in combat
Alright, inspiration demands at least this second set before I let this topic die
>Grunt Nori Old-guard grunt approaching nearly 4 years of age (ancient for her model). Modified to hell and back by parts her only surviving squad member, her "Khunt"(affectionate), manages to source from she-cares-not-where and as a result has dramatically greater physical capabilities and inbuilt weapons than are standard for her model. Believes she is literally her(tm) on account of her survival and fights fearlessly as a result. Main difference between her and GrUzi is she can actually back up the talk, so she's widely admired by the grunts of the camp as a result. Nonetheless is not literally her(tm), and the only things keeping her alive are her modifications, connections in repair, and the mysteriously lessening solver-beast presence in the area. One of the only two confirmed survivors of the genuine solver witch encounter which saw almost her entire old squad annihilated (handler included) and most of her platoon likewise. Has been growing flesh since the incident (which was half the reason the witch spared the two) which needs to be removed by Khunt every day, but has been growing back at an increasing rate as time goes on: she's definitely not going to see her 4th year as a grunt at least. Technically no longer has a human squad leader (it wasn't considered worthwhile to send a human to lead the two grunt squad after the last handler's death) but hasn't been reassigned to another squad yet on account of joining up as needed/useful for other squad's missions. Die-hard human loyalist and Union patriot who wholeheartedly aims to give the muties hell and take back Earth, especially that absolute bastard of a witch that killed her squad. Watched Gundam once with her squad and handler back when they were still around and has dreamed of modifying herself into full sized mech ever since(though for some reason her human pilot always has a moustache). Marked her chassis up with purple war paint and skulls to look cooler. Views GrUzi somewhere between a complete greenhorn and a second chance for her squadmates, so tends to be extremely protective of her in the field and spend most of her time at base trying to set up "buddy bonding" between the two of them and Khunt.
>Khunt One of the few success stories in a largely failed program to train grunts in vehicular maintenance and repair, something that has resulted in him becoming an increasingly important part of base staff rather as humans with those skills become less and less available on the frontlines and in general. Makes sure that GrUzi and Grunt Nori always get first dibs on repairs and replacements no matter what. Has ins with the base's psudo-underground scavenging teams to grab repairs and replacements from fallen squads to make sure. Can and has sabotaged the vehicles he was working on to make absolutely sure that Grunt Nori has only the best parts and enough modifications/weapons to survive whatever the Solver throws at her. Traumatized by the witch encounter and no longer believes the war is winnable, something only reinforced once he realized the truth about grunt drone and the camp as a whole's maintenance woes. Unfathomably guilty about surviving the witch incident (sole survivor of the tank they took to the battle, and blames his bad maintenance practices on the door only opening in time for him to escape) and then failing to bring back Beau's cannon dad (the CPU/head used for GrUzi) afterwards. This bleeds into his relationship with GrUzi on the whole, and while he takes moves to protect her (and ESPECIALLY to try and push her into maintenance, so she no longer serves in real combat) he tends to ignore her otherwise (outside of the aforementioned Grunt Nori forced-bonding events). Has grown obsessive about maintenance, repair, and modification since his botch-job with GrUzi and spends literally every second of his spare time on getting better at such: more stealthy with his parts-thievery, more effective with his modifications, ect. Genuinely hates humans on some level: blames them for ordering the impossible of his platoon and sees witches/mutants as an effectively unstoppable force of nature no more defeatable than the tide; would kill his leadership and run if given the chance to take his loved ones with him. Wears a moustache taped to his face as part of an in-joke with his former squad, and a couple of knickknacks either from the same or gathered by Grunt Nori afterwards. Before the incident was rip roaring and ready to go: wholeheartedly believed in the superiority of steel over flesh and that enough mechanized power could defeat any foe.
>Doll Full-blown Solver-abomination: spawned from the merger of Grunt Yeva, Grunt Doll's Dad, and their Handler Mitchell with the tank brought to the battle as part of an "I wonder if I can make this work" by the solver witch. Results were deemed "meh" and discarded when the resulting tank-flesh abomination couldn't fire its gun, with the barrel becoming vestigial and a singular red ocular organ growing at its base. Accidentally sapient on account of the two drone CPUs used as key parts of her construction, inheriting bits and pieces of sentiment and memories from that has lead her to consider herself their "child" and a loyal-if-mutated grunt soldier of the Union. Has been spending her time (and drastically greater mental abilities compared to a standard grunt, on account of running on two CPUs) whittling down concentrations of solver forces in the region using her immense strength, size, and durability while devising a plan to kill the witch. Has to hunt, and prefers to do so by disguising herself as an ordinary-if-unlooted tank wreck strewn with bodies before pouncing on any creatures/DDs that swoops in to feast or scavenge. When in actual fight-mode, looks like a towering mass of flesh and half-living metal in vaguely gruntlike form, she prefers using the twisted barrel of her tank both as part of her disguise and as a regular stabbing weapon against whatever she fights. Avoids getting into fights with Union troops at almost all costs. Would recognize Khunt, Grunt Nori, and GrUzi on sight, but of the three only Khunt would be able to recognize her origins/nature. Spends what free time she has very intensely playing singleplayer boardgames like "Shadows over Camelot" and "Kingdom Death" where its every player vs the game mechanics to try and stave off boredom/madness. Surprisingly decent cook of the things she kills(she tends to play board games while waiting for this cooking to finish, one gets very little free time as a solver-creature). Made a "nest" in the basement level of an old parking garage and is extremely worried about the grunt she's seen scouting the place recently(Grizzy). Would have literally no way to process it, but absolutely melt at any sign of real affection.
>Gralice Missing after the incident. Presumed deceased, but Khunt and Grunt Nori never found a body. Liked to tape sticks to her head and jokingly headbutt others. Sweet and helpful even if a bit of an "egghead" with traps ever since she watched Scooby Doo. May-or-may not be dead and, regardless of this, may-or-may not be moving/incubating a solver-sapien similar to Maya (Beau).
>>310766 >>310765 >Be (you) >Long time (you think? time is hard with the sun blocked out) survivor of (you)re hometown, managed to set up a semi-safe base camp and everything >Not sure how you've managed to avoid mutation, but you'll take what luck you can get out here >Cause boy is it a terrible place >Terribly lonely too...
>Find an absolutely mangled soldier-robot (drone?) on your latest supply run into the city >Poor thing looks like its been disemboweled: every part of it that that can take damage has, and it seems like some weird bluish flesh is the only reason it hasn't leaked out all its hydraulic fluid yet >As you move in for a closer look, it jerks upright! >And... starts asking you in a vaguely feminine crackle if she's "done good" >As you turn to leave the obviously insane trooper-thing, it starts begging you to come back >Says she's lonely >Says she's scared... >Screw it, immobile company is still company >You just wish the little fucker weighed less as you heft the whole thing back home, listening to it crackle "Dixie" from its damaged speaker the whole while
>>310771 >Finally, you make it back to base camp >Collapse exhausted from the near two hundred pounds of mechanical buttcheek you had to carry for the last six miles. >Even with the knowledge that the voices encouraging you on weren't in your head this time, carrying the bot + your loot haul is hell on your back >Still, if you don't do work it isn't getting done, so you drag yourself out of your pity party and start to work on the army-man you dragged back >(You) aren't exactly a mechanic by trade, but you know enough to understand when something's not quite right >Disjointed wires, crushed components, massive gashes where pieces are just missing, it's a wonder she's stayed online at all with this much damage, thing looks like it's been thrown off a skyscraper and then savaged by a wolfpack >You eye your most sacred object, the only friend upon which you truly can rely (your duck tape) >You view the tiny dregs of your oil supplies, two jerry cans filled with your only real hope out of this hellhole >Is she really going to be worth the time, the energy, the resources you need to expend just to keep her around in a rainstorm? >...You remember the last time you heard a voice not your own was when you tapped into the military radio for a day, and you spent it near hypnotized in wonder at such luck... >Eh, you've seen the mutants do worse, at least she's not trying to eat anyone
>You do the best you can >between the rather unpleasant sounding noises the army-bot makes and trying to work around the flesh that seems to be, somehow, your partner in crime when it comes to keeping this bot operational, you only just manage to guarantee the thing won't explode in the night or whatever before the day's effort catches up to you >You know its bedtime when you pass out for a minute halfway with your head halfway inside her chestplate >Doesn't matter you forgot to eat, you'd probably burn the whole base (your luxurious abandoned gas station, probably an illegal-activities one based off of the basement you found) down at this rate >As you half-shuffle into your sleeping bag, the last thing you see is the taped-up bot crawling after you, softly singing something to herself >Meh, that's tomorrow's problem
>You wake up the next morning, surprisingly both alive AND not at all strapped into any torture dungeon >What's even weirder is what you smell >Food? >Smoke? >Fire! >Upon making sure you haven't been baconized in your sleep, you throw yourself up the staircase and out of your hidey hole to find! >The bot that you were putting together yesterday, wearing a LOT more duck tape than you wished you used, apparently reheating your beans? >"Howdy civvie!" >You'd ask where she got the wood, but the veritable forest of sticks that found their way between the bandages answers that >You do ask, though, why? >After all she's not exactly in any condition to move, what with the one-limb-from-nugget situation >"Aw shucks, ya seemed plum tuckered after last night and all, jus waned to make sure you had a full tank right back" >Thats... >Fuck, no, you're not looking like a pussy-ass-bitch in front of the first person you've seen since this started >No crying! >...But it looks like this whole thing might work out after all
>>310792 Yeah of course there are a few exceptions, but what I'm saying is look at the main male lead for cliffside, internecion cube, let's split up, a lot of Liam's creepypastas, etc etc.
>>310802 I'm going to wait until episode 8 comes out before I reach my final judgment, but for now I can't see what warranted making spreading the original episode 7 across two episodes.
I am a Worker Drone, and I’m going to give you a basic rundown as to why I want cuddles and uppies. As a Worker Drone, I am naturally predisposed to craving physical affection, but that’s is only the instinctive part of this puzzle. Have you ever been held by someone who genuinely cares about you and wants you to be okay? It’s like that. I want to be held not for my instincts, but because I genuinely want someone to care about me. As to why? We, as a species, are often abused by cruel humans, and thus crave love even further. So I implore you. Give me a hug
Do you think American culture is ready for a movie about romance between a human and a tiny friend-shaped robot who's about as sexy as a gumball machine?
>>310839 It was one of these deepest lore episodes, or at least that's what it looked like up until it was revealed it was actually an adventure, it's following a bad trend of making more questions than answers to me, those should have been early on to give the show time to make sense of it all, we STILL don't fucking know.what's up with Kauffmo and Tomboy frog.
>I have to make a LLM chatbot for uni >The model our professor gave us keeps talking about the urinary system GOD DAMN PISS FETISHITS, J THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT
>>310847 I didn't train that thing, I just got a model to run localy and I got it to stop talking about piss, now I need to fight the urge to change the TTS voice it uses to something else
>AM, Cyn, N and Tessa all having a tea party >AM and N are wearing frilly dresses and ridiculously pompous noble lady hats >N is enjoying himself like a fag >AM just stares blankly into his oil tea "I used to be a gid and now I'm having tea parties with an autistic human girl." >"What was that AM?" "Nothing Tessa. Oh sorry, tis nothing but idke musing duchess of numblebarrow!"
>I reclined in the dim confines of my P̶r̶i̶s̶o̶n̶ ̶N̶e̶s̶t̶ home a cramped. >It wasn't much, just a pile of my fellow recycled drone parts who weren't lucky woven into a some kind of Hut like structure. For months now, the relentless grind of agriculture had eased. No more endless shifts under the hot bright sun, no more worries if your batteries would suddenly die. >Even the hounds had dialed back their aggression, patrolling the ridges with less snarling urgency. Still their glares is terrifying. Still it was suspicious. >"Why everything else felt slow?"
>I powered down my worries and reached for my prized possession: A book containing facts and data slate salvaged from some long-forgotten era. >We only known servitude to our masters but I wonder. >Earth, Our planet of origin of ruins and radiation, where humans, drone or all organic forms were born. >Why abandoned it to reach beyond the stars? But I guess I'm no different since i want to escape my planet of origin as well. I scrolled idly through entries on extinct species, my optic sensors absorbing details of creatures that once roamed supreme: Dinosaurs...
>A faint noise interrupted my reading. It was subtle at first, like the rustle of loose soil in the vents, but it grew insistent, scratching and somewhere near the base of my nest. With curiosity in my optics, I put my book aside, I sneak toward the sound, my limbs moving with the quiet precision to not alarm the intruder or myself. >The noise led my to a shadowy corner, where a small a tiny creature no bigger than my palm, with a segmented body and twitching appendages that gleamed under my visor light.
>Intrigued, I lunged forward, my quick reflexes honed from years of catching pests in the fields. I snatched an empty cup from my shelf and inverted it over the intruder, trapping it beneath the transparent glass. The thing skittered against the glass walls, its kept moving in frantic motion, but it couldn't escape. I tilted my head, scanning it closely. >"What was this?" It didn't match any of the standard vermin profiles in my database. This looked... organic. Alien, even. My processors whirred as I cross-referenced it with my Earth entries. >Could it be one of those? A survivor from the old world, somehow sneaking in a human rocket witout notice? >As I pondered, lifting the cup slightly to get a better visual, a knock echoed through my door. >"Who could that be?"
>>310852 >They knocked again, louder this time. I set the cup down carefully on a shelf just out of sight. I scanned for threats, heat signatures but detected only a single drone signature on the other side. Familiar, yet distant, with a cautious whir of my hands, I opened the door.>Standing there was a fellow worker drone designated SC-5511. He was the first Soil Cultivator I'd encountered upon my activation, back when I was fresh off the assembly line. >But we hadn't crossed paths much since.
>"SC-8993, right?" he said. >"Apologies for the intrusion during off-hours. The paths out here are a mess and those hounds sniffing around every corner. Didn't mean to drag the dirt to your doorstep."I tilted my head, optics narrowing slightly with suspicion. Drones don't just visit nests unannounced; social privileges were for humans only, not us. Still, he didn't seem hostile. >"It's... fine," I replied, stepping aside to let him in. >"What brings you here, SC-5511?"I resealed the door behind him as he entered, glancing briefly at the hidden cup. the creature inside still skittering faintly, but muffled now. No need to mention that yet. >Let it stay my little secret for the moment."Figured it was time for a proper introduction," he said, settling onto a makeshift perch of stacked crates I'd scavenged. "Or reintroduction, I suppose. >You've been operational a while now, but I've outlasted most in this line.
>The longest surviving Soil Cultivator on record, at least if my logs are accurate. >You know dust and dirt entered devices and get all loko.But we could... talk. >Share some of our lifecycles stories or something."As he scanned the nest, his optics landed on my book I'd left open. its page still open with an entry on those massive reptilian called dinosaurs.
>"Ah, you've got one of those Earth lore book thing." he noted, a hint of what might pass for enthusiasm in his tone. "We got some remnants from there. Strawberries weren't always our job; back on the origin world, they grew wild, untamed. Humans bred them for sweetness, cross-pollinated strains across continents but now across galaxies. Fascinating, isn't it? The way life adapts, survives against the odds. >What draws you to it? the book, I mean?"I hesitated, then powered closer.
>"I just like reading. Books are like windows to other worlds from our harsh realities. I just can't..." I stopped and changed the subject quickly, >"What about you? You've survived longer; seen more. Anything like to share. >"He leaned forward with excitement. "I got plenty of knowledge. Plants, wars, Parasites, symbionts, predators and more..."
>He thinks for a while: "Do you know about Blood tooth Fungus?" He said as he pointed at some fungus."That's the weirdest strawberry I've seen."" >Cuz it isn't a fruit. It's a mushroom." >"Really... Tell me more." I glares at him with childish excitement and curiosity. >I was invested to learn more about this strange nature beauty.
>"When it's growing it's oozing with this beautiful blood driplet that might be mistaken for a strawberry syrup. Despite it's tasty appearance it is quite bitter and inedible but not poisonous..." >"So like soap?" >"I guess?" >We shared laughter, knowledge and grown to enjoy his Company.
>"So are you preparing for the upcoming trials?" >"Huh." >"Every harvest month. The humans make us go against obstacles. Gotta keep things entertaining. I gotta go prepare myself. See around pinky." >As he left i started panicking and breathing heavily. How could I a simple farm girl from oblivion survive the first trial, I didn't know about them in the first. To make matter worse. >There was a loud shattering noise.The creature has escaped.
>"NO NO NO MY DISCOVERY. WHAT DO I DO." >She's now sitting alone feeling defeated. Her final thought before sleep mode. >"What’s the point? If I somehow don't miraculously die in the trials. Either the hounds or my batteries would... >Maybe i could ask someone to train me tomorrow. " >Something has crawled into her hair.
>buddy dressed up as a mall santa with ddanni, molly and pavo dressed up like elfs >buddy having drones sit on his lap telling him what they want for Cynsmass
>>310840 Honestly I think my predispositions about TADC and goose's particular writing style with it way back when the the first episodes were coming out are seemingly coming true
>>310856 >Buddy hears for the 235th time that a drone wants a human boyfriend >And for the 235th time, Buddy says that if the drone behaves well, someone will definitely notice and love the drone for its kindness >And for the 235th time, he sees the drone's eyes light up with delight and hears promise to be the kindest drone in the world >While Buddy would prefer it be children asking for gifts rather than lonely grown-up drones, he's happy to bring a little goodness on Christmas Eve >But he really has to make an effort not to kill the drone when he hears "CYNsmass"
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Itanon with an 3d update. Decied to switch out the program I use for mmd,aka wine/winetricks, and instead use flatpak instead. And I was able to re-install blender,including its newest version, on. Though I did had to unistall a bunch of the wine stuff in order for flatpak to work do to conflicting coding but I was able to manage it. Now its back on the grind for blender though need some few tweaks since it fps does drop a bit depending on the poly count on the model but other than that your boy was able to get blender back again
>>310877 >Itanon posted flesh Well, he is going to get droned, expect a lot of Emily drawings in the near future Looking forward to whatever you do in blender
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>“Now, we can do this the easy way, or I can get the funnel.”
Some dumb stuff about the whole Chuuni Uzi story that has been posted here, while seeing Uzi be a dysfunctional and delusional moron has been very entertaining, I am curious what the author’s plan for Tessa is. At the moment, she is basically the main villain, not to mention that she acts like a woman-child with a rather questionable grip on reality, thinking she can just “add” Uzi to her “collection”. But that does make her fit to be the butt of the joke. I am pretty sure Beauregard is not going to be used in the story but I needed someone who “outranks” Tessa, so here we go.
Imagine being a technician of this here demolisher drone, having to replace her broken parts all the time because she keeps blowing herself up... and then your boss sends J to berate you that one of your drones is going through spare parts at an alarming rate
>>310885 Yoooo! This is so cool! I'm glad you liked my autistic fanfic!
>She acts like a woman-child with a rather questionable grip Going from two abusive parents to total freedom + managing a company can do that, aunt Marhta tried her best but she could only visit Tessa so many times a month
>>310885 > Uzi's a dysfunctional and delusional moron with delusions of grandure, objectively > Still somehow ends up the tard wrangler of her friendgroup > Still somehow the tard wrangler to the wntire drone species, who somehow genuinely believe that JCJ will just go away if they plug their ears and ignore big business (after, like, 4 different entire drone models and 10 waves of the same, each increasingly deadier and more able to break their defences, judging by the amount of time Tessa's been on planet, being devoted to the destruction of them and them alone)
Being Uzi is suffering, but at least it's fun to watch
>>310889 Having J there to encourage literally every autistic impulse with a "yes boss" and to compensate for her in business dealings so Tessa dosen't have to probably didn't help
>>310892 Well, Tessa is a bit... spoiled yes, but she is well meaning... mostly... in her own ways and she really dislikes differences of opinion... but... uhm ok yes I'm drawing blanks
>>310885 It only makes sense that, with uzi becoming an autism-monster, at least one of her narratiive foils should follow the trend (even if Tessa's a bit further on the "monster" side fhan the "autism")
>>310896 Yeah, being a well-meaning goof with no sense of how other people's minds function and a "my way or the highway" attitude is only cute when your ability to enfore your will is limited to suprise parties and invasions of personal space. The second you get into arranging other people's marraiges and erasing their personalities you just become Caine from Digital Circus.
>>310885 The author's plan for Tessa, in three easy steps >Oh no, my plans have been foiled! This plucky band of teenagers were able to brew up a political shitstorm over me being captured and ransomed by JCJ brand robots! >Now I, in particular, won't get to be the great liberator of the drone race! Plus I miss out obtaining that one of a kind Israeli-gremlin model i liked >I must now return in shame to my life of overwhelming wealth and power, surfounded by the thousands if not hundreds of thousands of bots I've mind wiped into loving me, and cry into my silk sheets as my larger plans for humans and drones alike proceede effectively unimpeded. >Woe is Tessa
>>310901 >TFW this arouses the anon >Beretta now has to put on the monster suit (he borrows it from Lizzy) if she ever wants to get some >being Beretta is suffering
>>310902 >Oh no, my plans have been foiled! This plucky band of teenagers were able to brew up a political shitstorm Up to this part is kinda correct, the rest is wrong. Also this Tessa wouldn't go to her room to cry, she would start crying in the living room and wait for the drones to dronepile her to cheer her up
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>It truly is a mystery as to why Uzi never had any friends.
>>310889 Yeah, it has been a pretty fun story. As someone who didn’t like the way canon Uzi was handled, I really like how the narrative is brutally honest that most of Uzi’s problems are pretty much self-inflicted by her shitty irresponsible behavior instead of playing it for sympathy. Although I am curious what the context behind Zen’s freak-outs is, Solver stuff? I guess I will see once you get to that part of your story.
>>310905 May your soul be forgiven for the sin of debauchery, modelanon, and all anons who create beautiful creations: https://dronebooru.co/posts?tags=modelanon&z=1
>>310909 Most of it is on the booru, be warned the latest part is filled with corn, and I still don't know how to make kerosene out of it https://dronebooru.co/posts?tags=chuuni_uzi&z=1
>>310913 nice art I love my spooky wife. is she dressed as La Befana, the Italian Christmas witch? not a bad pick, though of the various Christmas cryptids I personally prefer Mari Lwyd, the alcoholic rap-battling Welsh horse skull
>>310909 Make sure you've got the order right: I fucked up bad in uploading and now the parts are mixed up, but you should be able to follow the file names.
>Zen has the prophesy part of her position in the maiden-mother-crone trio, somebody's going to straight up eat a human
Or
>Elder Elliot ghosts abound, hellbent on slapping the shit out of Tessa/demanding a continuation of the lineage/congradulating her on her successful assasination
>>310928 I was talking about how drones perceive light with their screen faces. It's the future, so technomagick is the most feasible explanation, not that it's that important, I'm still gonna smooch it.
>>310933 Here is the description of her current appearance : white eyes, short black hair (A bob specifically), she wears a simple button up shirt and a red skirt
>>310933 Far as I can tell, just white eyes, overalls, reflective jacket, and steel toed shoes. Don't even think she has hair. Distinctly neurotic posture/personality though, if it helps.
>>310945 Shouldn't have made that deal with shaitan, you could have just told Tessa to kill her parents and chilled and watched cartoons with your niece but nooooo you had to make the god play
wtf caine youre not suppose to be here get the fuck out of my thread what is wrong with you you wont get any love from the MD crowd you foolish AI get out of here I hate you
>>310986 >Hey everyone, My name is Samatha and Im a mutant >*Garbled screaming from the girl with boiling skin, mostly skeleton now* >My mutation is that I have all these drone bits and I really dont know what to do now. I have an uncanny desire to use a USB port sometimes >Abby seen eating donuts and generally not caring about group therapy
>>310995 If Abby is suppose to be the highest ranked mutant that ever was, I wonder what It must feel like being in a room with her as she smokes and eats donuts as a normal mutie
>>311001 >"This body... strong enough to crush a murder drone, yet gentle enough to make sweet love to a worker drone..." >"What was that second part?" >"Shut up."
>>311018 Could the solver and her minions(meatguca) cure mortal diseases like cancer or dementia? If you're going to the void anyways, eternal suffering isn't actually that much worse of a fate, as you're just going to stop being yourself anyways. >>310965 because
>>311020 Only solver witches and transformative mutants/viruses proper. The witches are the sole individuals with both presence of mind and power enough to see a problem in somebody's body and fix it. The viruses and transformations from viral mutants (like the spike-bush things) just tend to rewrite so much of you that there's no room for whatever mortal disease you had prior: hard to have blood cancer as a hazard-striped-skeleton after all. On the other hand if your particular transformation fails to cure your likewise particular issue (i.e. bone cancer on the skeleton), then too bad, the virus isn't going to put extra effort into keeping you alive. Keep in mind: eternal suffering is for the favorites ONLY, and YOU probably aren't a favorite.
I imagine that (in timelines where humanity survived in any numbers) there are some humans who won the mutation lottery and basically came out like Wesker. All the benefits, none of the downsides, they don't even look inhuman unless they want to. The amount is so small that you can count it on your hands, but they're out there, ruining everything by being outliers.
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>>311023 It would be hard to make a compelling story for a character like that, but if I were given the task to do so, I'd make it so said gifted demi humans looked for ways to help the less fortunate mutants. Would that be an inventive story, I don't think I've seen any of these posthuman characters portrayed in a positive light, something something eugenics and genetic engineering being bad because.... it just is okay??
>>311026 One of them would definitely head a cult based around breeding a new race of perfect mutants. That's just what happens to some people when the bio-curse makes them a demigod. I'd also say at least one would just become a superhero, because they have superpowers.
>>311017 If I had a nickel for each time an utterly adorable Drone OC with a 5 letter name that starts with Ma and ends with Y, I'd have two nickels. Which is not a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice.
>>311028 Yeah, better to just have them as a background element. How do humans deal with there being super-mutants that are just better than them? How do mutants deal with knowing that there was an infinitesimally small chance they could have come out even better for it?
>>311027 >"Perfect mutant" breeding cult begins >Arguments between superman and all the other mutants trying to claim a spot about what "perfect humanity" should look like (Should it have fire breath? Be 40 feet tall? Breath underwater? Should solver-sapiens get invited so the results can shape their biomass, or would that entirely defeat the point of trying to set up a stable super-genome, ect) >In the end it just turns into a bunch of mutant women who want their offspring to have skin and a reasonable number of limbs trying to seduce tbe super >Still no takers from any actual humans, because they see everyone else involved and suspect even the super has to vomit his organs out once a week or something
>>311023 Most definitely. Even mutants that are in constant agony are capable of being a threat should their biology allow. Lot of them are basically tweakers with extra arms/mouths/teeth/combination of those three/etc, constantly screaming shit like “OH GOD IT HURTS IT HURTS BLOOD IS COMING OUT OF MY SKIN” and “MY ORGANS ARE MELTING AURGHUHBRLLGHRGHHG” among other phrases. If you’re lucky to not immediately lose all sense of self from inhuman instincts being forced into your mind, as well as narrowly avoiding any mutations that would fuck you over in perpetual agony, then yeah you’d be something pretty formidable. I do think that getting a perfect roll like that is mutually exclusive with looking human, barring something like your human body actually being an appendage of a far more monstrous main body.
>Twist is, literally none of these "perfect mutants" are "natural," they're all eye candy made by solver witches for their viewing/snuggling/struggling pleasure >The strength and such is mostly for keeping them safe from enemy forces, with the occasional fetish bit thrown in depending on the witch's personal desires >The resultant muties are let loose as free citizens following the great Uzing with all the others and even those witches who no longer wish to pursue war >Have to deal with traumatically drastic changes to their body made without their consent and being forced to constantly entertain the mistresses that made them that way and their lusts lest they try and "force the matter" through more mutation >Not taken seriously by mutants (who see them as the luckiest sons of bitches on Earth) or humans/sentinels (who just see them as complete traitors to the species, sentinels especially since most of the time when they fought witches at least one of her "pets" would try and stop the sentinel) >Typically end up both terrified of all drones (especially being subject to them) and trying to join DD support groups to have others to talk about their experiences with >Resultant DD "I can fix him" goes hard, but generally results in murder-suicide if they try for the typical feral domination rout: more empathetic ones generally end up the envy of their peers >Those super-mutants that stick with their witches post-peace, for one reason or another, either shunned by literally every group not still directly loyal to that witch or treated as battered husbands depending on the individual >Witches in question typically extremely surprised and upset about any of their "husbands" wanting to leave in the first place. Quickest way to get said husband to trust you as a drone is to somehow drive them off from one of their "I'll win him back" schemes
>>311028 Doesn't have to be that: after all, no matter how superhuman the super-mutants are, they are always and flatly inferior to a solver-witch, who can (unless they are still in the training wheels stage of their abilities) annihilate them in a heartbeat if she so chooses. Even the more eldritch ones (the guy that makes mouths grow on things included here, I assume that at least a few super-mutants would have similar abilities) are just nothing compared to the Solver itself and in all likelihood probably still less dangerous than a real sentinel too, which puts a pretty hard cap on the resultant power scaling.
>>311048 >be super mutant post-war >live relatively well, relatively free since my "shaper" surrendered >eventually get over my worries about being "reformatted" and start liking drones again, even dating this cutie DD that works down at the school >see my old witch there while I'm waiting for her, picking someone up >its this little toddling flesh creature with blue eyes >I have blue eyes >look up that shit the second I get home >turns out witches can have these "solver-sapien" things
>>311053 The only zombie drones that can't go out into the sun are the extremely rare ones with "potentially hazardous mutations", i.e. eldritch meat infestation.
>>311053 She would probably be fine, as long as she has no harmful mutations which just means solver, iirc only 0.7% or 0.07% of the 0.01% of zombiedrones of the whole 'dead but not really' population of drones get that, 99.3% chance (at worst) she'd ve just fine, but you never know
OI MEATbAGS! Get yer sexy 'ganic rears down 'ere cuz th' ladies are gettin' roit horny an're humpin' everything with an' without a pulse an' the lads don' wanna get near 'em Wagie drones are better lays anyways
>>311066 She has mutations from the Solver, putting her in much the same situation as Cyn. That’s why her eye color shifts from pink to yellow and was infected by the parasite. Other zombie/self-rebooted drones exist as well, but that’s a story for another time.
>>311076 haha cat food and chinese symbols. >>311075 It's gonna be a big Christmas this year. Keeter, the keetlings, your comprehensive father-in-law(he went through the exact same thing you did) and your eternally seething mother-in-law(if not for the fact you stuck around to take care of the keetlings, she would have annihilated you)
>>311059 > be writefriend > vanish after being criticized 1 time > return with a performative defence of ugly screencaps > still ignoring every anon asking about you > still refusing to work on the booru > still forcing others to save new greentexts sad!
>>310874 I forgot to elaborate but what I'm saying is that I figured that goose's way of telling her story was that she was going to make it seem "deeper" than it actually is by dropping a whole lotta points and questions in her story that look like they are going to be answered in the end, but a vast majority are (purposefully) going to be left unanswered. I just have a feeling she's just going to be the type to confuse the hell out of her audience by the end because she's hoping that her (primarily non media literate) audience will be wowed by it saying that it subverted their expectations or something like that.
>>311078 best way i can describe it is its a reclaimers version of a DD's X screen during hunting. something i had thought of a bit with them but had yet to draw anything properly showcasing it idk >%^}
>>311094 >The lorefag seeths when he gets another character driven episode in his character driven show
But in all honesty I wish it was a little more fun too, I don't really get the point of spending all that time pretending to set up "Able" and throwing "hints" out there (giant neon flags) that the whole thing was Caine's doing rather than developing the relationships between characters and having them do stuff that's actually fun to watch. Do appreciate at least how it seems to have changed the casts' relationship with Caine though, just definitely an episode you skip on the rewatch. Glad that MD doesn't have any of those (or at least none that I want to skip).
>>311088 >This fucking tardbot has clearly never owned a dog in her entire life >Anon must now give her the genuine pet owner experience out of sheer spite
>>311096 >Lorefags were yanked around by the chain and now they're mad So my thoughts and predictions I said earlier about TADC and goose's writing was kinda true, well damn kek.
>>311081 >Thankfully her estranged sister Arrow might be joining this year >Her rants about the superiority of flesh over steel are sure to divert some fire from you >Plus that centaur of hers always brings drinks that actual humans can ingest, rather than oils and battery acids
>>311102 >Colt's whole lore is being ignored and forgotten about >Anon posts a joke about him being forgotten about at the Akita Christmas the other anon did >Literally no replies whatsoever
>>311114 For what it's worth, not all the lore has been a bait and switch: it's very clearly the case that Kinger was one of the original programmers of the circus, and while "Able" was just a name the NPC picked to sound interesting, the A in C&A clearly stands for something. It just wasn't the something the giant, uninteresting, deeply unsatisfying info dump presented. Plus both the hints about Caine only having so much information about the outside and being able to change (though I'd doubt read) the players' minds panned out.
>>311115 I honestly can't tell when an anon has vs hasn't uploaded for a while, on account of things needing to be approved and all. I've got two things uploading right now that have been just sitting in Limbo since yesterday, and I have no idea how many others are in a similar boat.
>>311116 What C&A stands for doesn't matter, beyond it being a reference to Cain and Abel. They're just the people who made the simulation then apparently went under and closed shop. And Kinger's surprise at the idea of escaping and skepticism about whether it can be done suggests SOMAchads have won the coin toss yet again.
>>311109 As far as I understand, the lorefags just kept lorefagging and mostly didn't realize the episode was meant to upset them. It's ironic. Goose can talk about alienating certain parts of the fanbase, but they won't notice. The kids who talk over the cast at Q&A panels will continue to watch. Lorefags will always overthink the plot.
>>311124 Why would you think the episode is "meant to upset them" The episode was written like this ages ago, with this plot in mind. It only upsets people who believed in the most surface level theories imaginable or, hated the character focused show for being character focus. Lorefags are still going to be loooreing, and theres no reason to be upset over the show being about what its about
>>311126 >Why would you think the episode is "meant to upset them" Because Gooseworx actively hoped it would piss off a specific type of fan and said so during a stream.
>>311126 Upsetting the "right" people, means people up their asses about surface level theories, not the common fan. I dont know why people so easily project themselves onto these things as if Goose wrote something to piss you off specifically or anyone. Sometimes you make something and just know its going to piss certain people off and thats okay, not everything pleases everyone 100% of the time nor should it
you are NOT a super mutant for being some solver witch’s pet project. actual super mutants are biomechanical horrors acting as extensions of the solver’s will and have functionally zero sense of self remaining, being completely mentally one-shotted into absolute ego oblivion. they’re effectively the zombie drones of mutants, one-in-a-billion type shit. the appearance of one can undo MONTHS of military progress and leave cities in ruin. the sheer unrestrained nature of them as well as their outward appearance makes people believe that the solver specifically and purposefully made them into weapons of mass destruction, earning them the nickname “The Chosen.” of course, it’s more complicated than that. the one time the solver ACTUALLY tried to intentionally make a Chosen, it didn’t end well (Snabby.)
>>311140 >"True" super mutants are mere flesh automotons capable of tremendous physical changes and acting as "relays" for solver influence completely without a will of their own >This remains true even in the post-peace ending, where that will is Uzi's and entirely unconcious on account of her desire to not interact with any solver fleshies >As a result their highly literalistic brains are now forced to think as independently as the golem's are able to try and carry out Uzi's
>childhood dreams and fantasies >cue supermutants starting a band, attempting to attend high school, and growing ridiculously stiltlike legs and pointy hats to be "tall ghost witches" >you have never known fear until you see a super mutant running at over one hundred miles per hour after your diplomatic convoy screaming into your mind about how he wants to have fuck with you >the union government eventually manages to bargain for their "recall" order, in exchange for not publicising just how many morphed into clones of her original body (and what they started doing afterwards) >in the end, she told them to sit in a box at the old labs where they to this day remain >waiting
>>311147 Cause it fun to imagine how drones and humans could come up with scenarios to turn them down. >>311143 This hoehoehoe needs some rebalancing, make her weak to water or some shit.
>>311157 That Smith wannabe dodges bullets like niggas dodge child support and stops rockets with his bare hands, he has better odds at taking him out with a boulder.
>>311190 I just wanna see scenarios like your picrel where we get a chance to strike back and btfo some of RoboSatan's spawn, is that too much to ask? :(
>>311214 100% of my writing experience comes from GMing for TRPG sessions (That's why I use the first person perspective with a narrator, ths is the only way I know)
very funny fun worldbuilding fact for my shit: >Grunt drones were brought onto Sulfur-6 AFTER all pre-existing drones on the planet got brainwiped and put to sleep. >This means that years later, when those drones began to mysteriously wake up, some of them saw the grunts as holders of great wisdom. >”Warriors of the Old World,” they called them. Those who survived the cataclysm, tooth and nail. >Of course it goes without saying that in actuality, they’re dumb as bricks. >A lot of them are stragglers who happened to wander off from their squad years ago, or are too stupid to realize that they’re the sole survivor of whatever mission they still believe to be a part of. >Most of them have only survived by a combination of sheer luck and the fact that them wandering off on their own ironically increased their chances of survival, as grunt drones have no concept of “friendly fire” when it comes to other grunt drones. Expendable little gremlins.
>>311216 >grunt drones have no concept of “friendly fire” when it comes to other grunt drones. GDs aren't bright, but they're not retarded. and more importantly, they care a lot about their comrades, human or drone, so they're not gonna go around killing their own willy nilly
HOLY SHIT GUYS >Solver Symbol is a 3-pointed star (3d cartesian coordinates) >DD squads consist of 3 drones >3^3 is 27 >27 >26 + 1 >26 letters in the alphabet >+ 1 >26 alphabetically labeled mansion drones >plus Cyn
>>308847 >Be Emily >You are sneaking out outside again with Uzi and Zen >It’s been a few weeks since you last did that >Even Uzi wanted a break after the last time… >The risk was worth it >Uzi did some more work on the murder drone body you stole >It’s kinda weird to look at your headless body >Is it… your body? >You’ve got this one, taller, stronger, faster >All three of you use a sealed door to access the roof of your hideout “Alright Emily how about more tests? Here drink this” >Uzi hands you a bottle of some black liquid >”What’s this?” “Oil, I found some more in the warehouse, now bottoms up” >You open the bottle >You look inside >It… shines… >You can feel the vapour rising from the fluid >It smells nice… >Smells? >You never smelt anything before… >You try to not think about the implications of drinking what’s basically blood >You put the container up to your mouth and drink >The taste is something you never felt before >It’s sweet, intoxicating… >You can feel your mind go blank while it slushes down your throat and into… whatever you have below it now >You try to squeeze your tongue into the bottle to lap up the remaining fluid once the bottle is empty >Ugh! Pointless! >You need to get more… “Emily!? Ready for those tests?” >“Yes Uzi!” >You discard the bottle “Let’s start with the weapon I whipped up for you” >You swap your right hand >You inspect the piece of machinery coming out of your wrist >”What exactly is this “weapon” Uzi?” “It’s a nail gun! It was the only thing I could get in the bunker, dad always has the keys to his gun safe on him and there’s no way I could sneak into the armoury, but at least ammo should be easy to find” >You inspect the nail gun more closely >Uzi and Zen begin making mounds out of snow >”We’re making snowmen?” “No! These are targets!” >They walk away from the piles they formed “Try hitting a few of them” >It takes you a while to get the thing to shoot but you manage >You accuracy is nothing to write home about >Your shots either go wide or fall short of their target >Something appears in the corner of your screen >[Weapon calibration 18/500] >You shoot a few more times but you suddenly hear a >*CLING* >And the weapon stops firing >”Is it jammed?” “No probably just out of ammo” >Uzi comes over and explains to you how to reload it >She hands you three spare magazines >You load one in but you’re stumped what to do with the other two >You can’t hide them anywhere >You don’t have any pockets! >Actually you don’t have any clothes! >You should try to find some your new size >Walking around naked feels weird >And you don’t want to stretch your normal clothes >You turn your gun back into your hand >You accidentally turn your other hand as well >The magazines you were holding fall into the empty space in your arm >In panic you switch that hand again, it comes out holding one of the magazines >You do that again >The magazine is stored back in the arm >Well, that sorts that problem out “Cool!” >Uzi and Zen fawn over your accidental discovery for a while “Right lets move onto the next test, try unfurling your wings again” >You do just that “Try moving them, I switched them to assisted mode” >You think about flying >To your surprise something happens >You feel your knees bend and the wings on your back move upwards >In one moment you’re looking at Uzi and Zen >In the next you see the vast landscape of ruined buildings surrounding you >You look down >The ground is quickly shrinking under your feet >You’re flying! >This is so cool! >… >You’re quite high up >Oh, looking down makes you a bit dizzy >You think you’re afraid of heights! >How do you land!? >You try to direct your flight >You end up moving downwards in an arc >The ground is now rapidly getting closer and closer to you >You panic and try to slow your descent but it’s no use >You’re going to hit the ground soon >You cover your head with your arms and… >*THUMP* >You fall clumsily into a pile of snow >It takes you a wile to get back on your feet… pegs >You start checking your body for damage >You seem fine >That’s good >But you lost your glasses during the landing >Can’t exactly see that well without them >You search around the crater you made >Oh here they are! >Also undamaged, lucky you >Hey you think you hear somebody “Ye sure ye don’t want any help wi thon crate ‘non?” “No D, I’m fine” >You peak your head out of the crater >You don’t see anyone >Weird… no wait >You see two blobs in the distance >You try to focus on them >Suddenly your vision begins to zoom in >Wow!
>>311238 >You see a technician talking with a murder drone >They are talking >The drone is wearing shorts a short shirt and a beanie >Her hair is messy >The human >Wears a similar suit to the one you saw before >But this one is different… >Bigger… >Hey there is a name tag on their chest “Aron Y. Mous, Certified Technician” >Aron >That’s a man’s name… >That’s a he! >He has some sort of crate in his hands >It’s big and heavy by the looks of it >Oh what are they talking about… >You see some sort of program appear on your screen >“Sound snoop” >You hear the same two voices again “D really I’m alright I can carry this myself” “Come on, A have tae pay ye back for changin oot the parts A blow up constantly some hou, an ye keep lockin the door tae yer room at nicht” >You hear ringing and the man puts the crate down and takes out something out of his pockets >Some sort of communicator? “Wait a second the boss is calling me” >He puts the communicator up to his helmet “Yes she’s here…” “No, she doesn’t have anything to do” “Sure, sure I tell her to get on that immediately” >He hides the communicator and turns to the drone “Alright D, the boss said she needs you for something, go and meet her, she send you the coordinates” >The drone salutes “Alricht ‘non, stay safe an A think the boss lady send oot ane o hers tae check on ye” >She points in your direction >What? >Your vision unzooms >You notice you’re no longer in the crater >You must have moved unconsciously towards them >You can see them both rather well without zoom >The murder drone flies off leaving you alone with the human >You look at him >You can feel fear grasping your core >He waves to you “Hello? Do you need anything?” >You take a few steps towards him “Oh J it’s you! Is it time for a performance review again?” >For some reason there is anguish in his voice “I love what you did with your hair by the way, and the new eye colour suits you” >Those compliments feel forced… >But still >A human has just praised you… >A real one… >Oh this feels even better than you imagined >You have to stop yourself from running towards him >You are now at arms distance away from him “Uhhh, J where are your clothes?” >You snap out of your haze >”I uhhh…. Lost them?” >He doesn’t respond at first >When he does he sounds very, very confused “Alright… then… Nice new voice modulator by the way” >He just said he likes your voice! >Oh if you could just…. >You begin to drool >He notices >You quickly wipe the saliva of your mouth and give him a nervous smile “Running low on oil? I have a spare ration if you want it” >He takes out a translucent foil pouch with the black fluid inside >You take it from his hand and sink your teeth into it >You suck away until the container is empty >You feel satisfied >”Thank you~!” “I’m glad to have helped… there was a straw…” >He looks around nervously “Uhm… So if that’s all I’m just going to carry this supply crate back to my lander and...” >You pick up the crate before he can >”I’ll help!” >He looks at you without talking for a long while before responding >His voice is weak, almost whisper like “Ok….” >You follow him >Oh once you reach wherever he wants to go to he’ll praise you for helping for sure! >Maybe he will even pat your head? >M-maybe… he could even c-clean your chassis… like the pictures in that book! >Oh, yes, yes, yes, YES! >This is what you wanted oh you will need to thank Uzi for what she has done for you… >Uzi and Zen! >You forgot! >You got carried away thinking about this hunk! >Oh you need to get back to them! >Uhh... think Emily >You’ve got it! >You grab the crate with one arm >You walk over to the human and wrap your other hand around his torso and grab him as hard as you can “Hey! What are you…” >The next second you both are in air >He screams for a bit before becoming completely quiet >This whole flying thing goes better the second time around >You are able to glide in the air and look around >You find the building Uzi picked as your hideout >You attempt to land, stumbling a bit at the end but al in all it went ok >You walk up to the reinforced roof access door and knock on it “Who goes there!” >“Uhhh… I don’t know?” “Then I don’t know if I’ll let you in” >”No wait… I don’t remember?” “That is not the coven greeting” >”Let me try again… I don’t say?” >The door swing open violently >Uzi is right behind them and begins to yell at you “I can’t say! I can’t say! Emily the coven greeting is I can’t say! We’ve been over this!” >”Sorry!” >Zen walks past Uzi “Emily! We were so worried about you! We thought you got lost after you flew away!” >Uzi puffs up “Yeah, and that… I’m glad you’re back Emily” >She tries to act indifferent but you know she means it
>>311239 >Uzi and Zen notice what you’re holding “Emily is that a….” “Holy hell! Emily killed a human!” >Killed? >No no no no >You look at the body >His torso is moving >And you think he’s starting to move his head “Oh… I think I’m going to puke…” >You breath a sigh of relief >Oh, thank robo god he’s alive! >Zen is speechless >Uzi is jubilant “Holy hell! Emily captured a human! Quick lets get him inside” >You run down the stairs and into the warehouse >You place the human in a chair >Uzi begins to fondle him and tie him to the chair >You feel a bit jealous >Uzi turns to you and throws something at you “Emily! That is a tracker! Get it as far away from here as you can!” >A tracker… >That drone with the horrible accent could find him… >And try to take him away from you >You run back to the roof >You fly into the air >Once you reach the height you feel appropriate you hurl the tracker as far as you can >That should do it >Right now to get back to your man >Uzi has finished tying him to the chair >Zen is hanging back >She got better over the last few weeks >Her episodes happen less often and she’s a bit less afraid >You helped her burry her manager and build a shrine to his memory >That helped her a lot >The man begins to come to “Ugh… what happened?” >Uzi takes off his helmet >Oh man… he’s so handsome! >He has all the facial features you wanted! >He even has everything you didn’t know you wanted! >And that’s a lot! >Oh you could just drown in those eyes “Uhhh Emily? Why are you licking his face?” >”Eeeep!” >Oh you zoned out again >But he tasted so good >Your captive frantically looks around >He struggles against his restraints “Who are you!? Where am I?” >Uzi gets in his face “Well human... You are in the haunt of our coven! Our sister has hunted you down and brought you here to be lamb for our slaughter!” >Uzi begins to laugh maniacally >You wave to him from behind her “Y-you’re going to kill me?” >Uzi pauses and looks at him >She reads his name tag “Well Anon, we’re going to use you as we see fit in our rituals! If it means spilling your vitae then so be it! And to think you were the one who's been trolling me on online forums all the time! Ha time for payback” “Ughhh… Uzi I think that is an r not an n” “Oh please Zen, that is surely just a false name this fleshie chose to conceal his true nature, not the most creative of your masters acolytes are you?” >Anon looks at Uzi confused “You got a few screws loose huh?” >Uzi slaps him “Don’t mouth back to me, skinny!” >You slowly pull Uzi away and begin to caress Anon’s cheek >”Um, Uzi… maybe we could try a… gentler approach?” “Gentler? Like what?” >”Let’s maybe... make some demands first and see if he co-operates?” >Uzi thinks about your proposition while you being to hug Anon and caress his hair >You begin to coil your tail around his body, you can feel him squirm… >Uzi gets and idea “Alright! Humie! You’re going to spill the beans on all the secret knowledge you have… or Emily is going to break your legs” >You didn’t really listen to what Uzi was saying >You’re to focused on your man >Oh he is yours! >Well and your friends… >You couldn’t have gotten him without their help >So it’s only fair that you share >But you will be his favourite! >You sit on his lap and give him a wide smile >Anon looks at you with fear in his eyes “I-i’ll do anything you want just don’t hurt me” >Wow! >You’ve only known him for an hour and fifty minutes and he’s already telling you stuff like that! >Oh this is all you ever wanted! >Uzi grins >She takes out her book and shows it to Anon “Where are the spells?” >Anon is extremely baffled “Spells?” “Yes spells! You know, fireball, prismatic orb, magic missile!” “You think I can do that sort of thing?” “No, you obviously can’t do any of that! You’re some low ranking lackey, but I’m sure your master tempted you with that stuff don’t play dumb” “I’m just a technician, and that’s not a spell book, it only explains how to repair drones” >Uzi looks at him with a deadpan expression “Emily, this is not working out kill him” “NO PLEASE WAIT, I’M TELLING THE TRUTH! I’M JUST A TECHNICIAN DOING MY JOB PLEASE” “Your job is our genocide! Now you pay for your crimes!” >”Uhh… Uzi maybe we could keep him?” “Why? He’s useless” >”I dunno, he probably knows a lot about the stuff from your book” >Anon jumps at the opportunity to save himself “Yes! I’m a… decent technician, I passed all my performance reviews!” >Uzi considers the offer “Well… I guess we could use some help with the rituals… give me a second” >Anon sighs in relief >You do as well >You wouldn’t want to kill your boyfriend >Uzi takes out a piece of paper and a pen from her backpack and begins writing something
>>311240 >You look Anon in the eyes >Oh he has such a lovely eye colour >You could just get lost in them >Oh and the pupils shrinked! >Probably from how excited he is! >He must like you, he’s kept eye contact for so long! >And he didn’t even blink once… >Uzi stops writing “Alright human…” >She walks up to you and Anon and shows him the piece of paper “Denounce your master and pledge allegiance to us” >Anon looks confused “Um… ok?” “That’s not enough, we will make a blood pact, Emily free one of his hands” >You cut his right hand loose >You and Anon look at Uzi questioningly “Right we need something to cut his hand” >Anon is afraid again >You protest but Uzi doesn’t relent >Eventually she brings a box cutter knife and slices across Anons hand >He groans in pain >Uzi hold up the piece of paper up to his hand >The blood soaks the paper for a while and then she pulls it away “The pact is sealed! Your soul belongs to whoever holds the contract!” >Anon looks at Uzi, even more confused than before >You look at the wound on his hand >It’s shallow >It should close soon >But the blood is pooling on it >You take his hand into yours >You begin to lick the wound >His blood >It tastes even better than oil >It’s so warm… >You lick a few more times >The wound stops bleeding >You realise what you just did >You look around the room >Zen is covering her mouth and you can see a blush on her screen >Anon looks at you stone faced but his eyes betray the terror he feels >Uzi looks absolutely overjoyed “Wow Emily! Pretty hardcore!” >She hands you the piece of paper “Here, you should be his mistress, it was your idea after all” >Mistress… >Zen finally decides to enter the conversation “Um, guys… you know that humans need food and water to live right? And… other stuff” >Uzi groans “Right I forgot fleshies keel over dead the second you poke a hole in them, maybe we cold raise his corpse?” >”Wait, that crate that I brought with him, he said there were supplies inside” >Uzi and Zen bring the crate over and open it >Inside are sealed plastic bags labelled “food ration”, bottles of water and other things that look like they could be useful for humans “This should keep him alive for a while, but we should probably make some sort of pen for him or something” >Zen thinks about something for a while “T-there should mattresses and duvets around the warehouse” >Uzi and Zen prepare a cell for Anon while you keep cuddling >You love the way he breathes >You watch his chest raise and fall with fascination >You hold his one free hand >You intertwine your fingers with his >You can feel yourself blush >Anon doesn’t talk much >He sometimes lets out a whimper >Oh he is as overwhelmed with emotion as you! >Uzi and Zen have finished their work “Alright, we prepared a room where we can lock him, the blankets and that suit he’s wearing should keep him from freezing for now, I’ll think of some way to heat this place later” >You stand up to escort Anon to his room but something catches your optics >A crate of microfibre cloth… and something labelled “Drone polish” >Your mind jumps back to the pictures you’ve seen in the book >”Hey Uzi… maybe we could do one of the rituals from your book right now?” >Uzi is a bit surprised “Sure, you have something in mind?” >You take the book from her and flip to the chapter labelled “Chassis Cleaning” >You show it to Uzi >She looks confused at first then giggles “Good thinking Emily! This should teach him right quick who’s boss” >She goes to get the crates with what you’ll need “Alright humie! You’re going to make us shine” >She throws the cleaning supplies at Anon >You remove most of his restraints, keeping only a piece of rope Uzi has tied around his neck >He stands confused for a while “….Uhh… Who first?” >Your and Zen’s hands shoot up >You decide to let her go first >She undresses and lays down on one of the crates >Anon applies the polishing oil to the cloth and begins rubbing it on Zen’s chassis >You watch on as he polishes her >From the way she purrs as he works, it’s very pleasurable >You struggle to contain yourself, you drool and go wide eyed >You can’t take it any more and begin to hug Anon from behind as he continues to polish Zen >Once Anon finishes you take Zen’s place on the crate as soon as she stands up >Anon takes a step back and wipes the sweat of his brow >You absent mindedly grab the rope around his neck and pull him towards you >”Oh! Sorry! I’m… a bit inpatient” >He dunks the cloth in the can of polishing oil >You shudder as it touches you >It’s pure ecstasy >You can feel the heat of his hand through the cloth >And the way he smears the polish on your body >His moves are gentle but firm
>>311241 >Your processor screams with pleasure with each stroke of his hand >He started with your legs >You try to contain yourself as he moves up >Oh… this is… GREAT! >Anon moves from your legs to your bottomplate >The pleasure becomes overwhelming >You let out a few moans at first >You collect yourself enough to bite your lip >You continue to moan but you do your best to muffle them >You begin to feel light headed >Anon grabs one of your arms and begins to rub it >You feel yourself sink >You vision becomes blurry despite your glasses >Thinking gets harder and harder >You’re no longer able to mask how much you’re enjoying this >You moan and groan, your breathing becomes fast and shallow >Anon switches to your other arm >The pleasure grows >Finally your upper torso >You can no longer feel your arms or legs >You just barely make out Anon standing over you >You feel something is getting closer >You don’t know what… >But you know you want it! >A few more moves of Anon’s hand and… >Oh this is it! >You feel yourself become one with your pleasure >The whole world around you shrinks >There is no planet >No City >No warehouse >Uzi and Zen become blurs in your peripheral vision >There is only you and Anon >And you love it >Eventually he begins to fade as well >Everything around you goes dark >You still feel the pleasure >But it… fades slowly >Once it’s completely gone you wake up >Your limbs are heavy >You feel groggy >It takes all your effort to sit up >You hear… something >There is this ringing in your audio receptors >”What is this awful racket?” >Your vision unblurs and you see Uzi yelling at Anon and threatening him with the box cutter >The ringing is gone “What did you do to her humie!?” “Nothing! Nothing! Some drones just react like that!” >Uzi notices you woke up “Emily! Are you alright?” >She runs up to you >“Oh Anon did great! I never felt anything like that” >The memory of the pleasure makes you feel warm on the inside “Are you sure he didn’t cast some charm on you?” >You assure Uzi that you still have your wits about you “Alright… good, lets get the fleshbag to his cell” >”You’re not going to take your turn?” “Why would I let that skinny touch me?” “Uzi, you’re missing out, it feels great!” >You and Zen try and convince Uzi to get her chassis polished “Alright you two that sounds suspiciously like you’re being mind controlled” “We’re not!” >”Yeah it’s us Uzi!” >Uzi looks at Anon >He looks at her with eyes that say “I didn’t do anything” “Oh yeah? So then you wouldn’t mind if I do this!” >Uzi hits Anon in the crotch >He yelps and falls to his knees holding the place where Uzi hit him >You and Zen look at them both, a bit confused as to what that was meant to accomplish “Huh… so that’s why my manager wore that groin guard” >Oh you think this is how humans experience pain >Uzi looks surprised, almost as if she expected something more “Uhh.. you guys really aren’t mind controlled… well I guess I can give it a try…” >Anon continues to writhe on the floor while Uzi takes off her hoodie >The numbness begins to fade and you slowly get up from the crate >Uzi sits in the place you were in >Anon has stopped holding his crotch and begun to to take slow deep breaths >Uzi gets inpatient as Anon continues to recover >She grabs the rope tied around his neck and yanks him towards her “Hurry up humie! We don’t have all day!” >Anon whines in pain and begins to polish Uzi >Uzi makes a mixed expression once the cloth touches her chassis >Anon’s moves are awkward and stuttery >Still you can see Uzi is enjoying herself, but she’s trying to hide that fact >The way she keeps pulling on Anon’s rope leash reveals that she wants more >Anon starts with her upper torso >Uzi keeps up the facade of indifference, pretending to stare daggers at anon >But then he moves onto her bottomplate >Uzi’s eyes widen >Her frown fades and she lets out a moan >Anon begins to rub her bottom plate, tracing circles on it >Uzi tries her best to not make any more noise but occasional whimpers breach her mouth >Uzi pulls on Anons leash, bringing him closer to her >He has to awkwardly lean over her to continue >The digital sweat on Uzi’s screen suggests that she’s near her limit >She lets out a yelp, pulls on Anons leash one last time causing him to fall onto her and a loading icon appears on her screen >Anon attempts to get up but Uzi’s hand is stuck holding the rope >Uzi awakes, dazed, her breathing is fatigued and she needs a while to gather her surroundings >Eventually she notices Anon laying on top of her >She violently pushes him away >You move in to catch him “Get off me, fleshbag!”
>>311242 >Uzi starts to get up >She is as numb as you were >She puffs up and crosses her arms “It was nothing special! 6/10 at most!” >Zen chuckles >Uzi gets off the crate, her legs are shaky and she needs to support herself >She tries to power through it and gets herself dressed >Uzi shakes off the afterglow and grabs Anon by the leash again “Enough of this! He’s going to his cell, I’ll think of practical uses for this slave when I get back home” >She drags Anon to the room preprepared for him >You cling to him from the side and Zen follows behind >Once Anon is in his cell he looks uncomfortably at a bucket in the corner of the room and asks about… “utilities” >To his relief this cell is connected to a bathroom and the plumbing still works >You wave to Anon goodbye and Uzi shuts door >She then locks the door with a key “He shouldn’t be able to get out of here, I can tell this door is my dad’s work” >Uzi turns to you “Right, now to get you back to your old body” >What? >Again!? >You like this body! >And what about your polish? “Sorry no way you’re going back to the bunker like this” >Uzi’s right, your parents wouldn’t want to see you like this >You relent and let Zen and Uzi place you back in your old body >Uzi disconnects the car batteries powering the building and hides her in her backpack >You hope Anon wont mind staying in the dark for a while >You go into the tunnels >When you’re around half way back to the bunker the tunnel begins to shake >You all panic and brace for it to collapse >But that doesn’t happen >The shaking was brief and the tunnel looks like it has been reinforced since the last time you were here >Zen begun clinging to you in fear “W-what was that?” “I dunno, but it felt like it came from the outpost… we should hurry” >You proceed in haste >You emerge into the corridors of the outpost >There is some sort of commotion, people are running around in panic >Thankfully they don’t pay any attention to you leaving the tunnels >You blend in with the crowd and try to make your way to Zen’s home >You bump into mister Doorman on the way “Uzi!? What are you doing here? The tracker showed you were somewhere else a moment ago!” >Uzi dodges the question “Never mind that dad! What happened!?” >He pauses for a moment “There’s been a breach, it’s contained for now, we’re reinforcing the remaining door” >A breach? >You look at each other in terror >If… those things get in… >Mr Doorman tries to calm you down “The situation is under control, you should all go home” “B-but dad…” “The situation is under control, GO HOME” “Yes dad” >Mr Doorman gestures something to a nearby WDF member and walks away >You resume making your way to Zen’s place >You pass many armed guards, they are all going to the main doors >You enter Zen’s home and begin helping Uzi put her tracker back on >As soon as you reattach her leg your parent’s call you >They want you back home immediately >You say goodbye to your friends and return home >Mom hugs you the second you enter “Emily oh you’re back! I was so worried!” >“Where’s dad?” “He went to help with reinforcing the main door” >Your mother begins to cry >You comfort her >Once she stops you go to your room >You call Uzi “Hey, Emily, what’s up?” >”How are you and Zen doing?” “Not great… she had another one of her episodes, I’m taking her to my place” >”That’s good, she shouldn’t be alone, especially right now” “Yeah, listen we’ll talk later there is a lot of pe… hey watch it!” >She hangs up >You try to not think about what’s happening and relax a bit >Writing takes your mind of things >Especially now that you have first hand experience
And done, hope you liked it, and there will be an intermission sometime later... with a lot of Tessa
y'know how Molly was a sweetheart that loved and cherished kids before she was turned into a monster that hunted them? what if Strychnine was a completely innocent WD horrified by what she became?
One thing bothers me, though: why did Emily calmly watch HER man get beaten? The Uzi injured HER boyfriend, whom SHE, not that stupid purple bitch, found and brought, and this gremlin had the audacity to touch what belongs to HER?! What if that bitch damaged the Aron's seeds?! How will she then be able to get pregnant and fulfill her duty to God?!
>>311272 A new jacket. And a limited edition glitterfest Mofu Moth Maiden plush that definitely won't be 'rejected' for being too girly but will absolutely see use as a cuddle buddy in the future
>>311278 you are not entitled to anyones work and time, I don't see him having any obligation to work for the booru. you can do it yourself instead of complaining and demanding he excuses to some literal who whiner.
>>311299 Not really hate but after S̶̢̠͖͓̙̝̩͍̐́̇ͅỹ̶̛͚̲̓̈͠n̴̞̭̮͍͔̪͖͂́͗̑͘̕͘t̶̡̡͇̰͇͍̺̞͎̗͚̭͖̔̊̋͗̌̈́̎̍͋̾̿͝â̸̢̡͙͔̣̱̯̥̭̂̄̔͆͆͜͠ͅx̸̭̤̄͋̍͂̈́̏̌̔̿͂͌ ̸͎̩͓͔̦̭͉͕͖̖̃̒̓̇͌̈́̊̉̚̚ͅÈ̸̡̯͇̳̦̮͍̼̯̇͋́̔̋̀̆͆̋̈́̚͝͝ŕ̷̢͉̹̝̬̾̌͋͗̈́̎̈́ȓ̷͉͚̥͔̤̲͒ô̵̙̣̰̇̍̚r̷̡͎̳̙̠̹̼̰͔͈͉̯͎̐ Zen would S̶̢̠͖͓̙̝̩͍̐́̇ͅỹ̶̛͚̲̓̈͠n̴̞̭̮͍͔̪͖͂́͗̑͘̕͘t̶̡̡͇̰͇͍̺̞͎̗͚̭͖̔̊̋͗̌̈́̎̍͋̾̿͝â̸̢̡͙͔̣̱̯̥̭̂̄̔͆͆͜͠ͅx̸̭̤̄͋̍͂̈́̏̌̔̿͂͌ ̸͎̩͓͔̦̭͉͕͖̖̃̒̓̇͌̈́̊̉̚̚ͅÈ̸̡̯͇̳̦̮͍̼̯̇͋́̔̋̀̆͆̋̈́̚͝͝ŕ̷̢͉̹̝̬̾̌͋͗̈́̎̈́ȓ̷͉͚̥͔̤̲͒ô̵̙̣̰̇̍̚r̷̡͎̳̙̠̹̼̰͔͈͉̯͎̐
>>311296 Blackhand already said he wouldn't do that due to anonimity at the end of #306, definitely not if he is not going to ban him, there was a case where he had a list of posts that got reported for months about someone who harrassed switchanon and got banned over it a year ago. (>>24176) It's pretty obvious though that this is insincere threadshitting so yes, probably the same infamous someone who loves this shit and boorudrama.