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No.315011
Murder Drones (#316)Anonymous
Replies:>>315023>>315053
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Christmas may be over, but what did you get your Drones and Solver Abominations, Friends, Remember they deserve some nice gifts!

Anon, what did you do to make Huntress looks at you like that?

Still jolly Booru: https://dronebooru.co
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Very snowy Wiki: wiki.dronebooru.co
Last thread: >>314087
No.315013
Anonymous
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First kek
No.315015
Anonymous
Replies:>>315018>>315027
re heating incase some one missed it from the last thread
>>314530
>>314531
>>314533
>>314536
No.315016
Anonymous
Replies:>>315050
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Got afew new stickers (including one of a certain autistic individual)for Christmas so I slapped that shit on my pc
No.315017
Anonymous
Replies:>>315036>>315042>>315065
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Organ ensemble: the reposting
No.315018
Anonymous
Replies:>>315019>>315037
>>315015
And to make sure you don't complain about reposting something new and unrelated as well

>Be Anon
>Proudly masochistic small business owner
>The business is so small you are the only employee
>Being your own boss isn’t all that it cracked up to be but you manage
>You specialise in the physical parts of IT work
>Connecting routers, switches, setting up servers that sort of thing
>All stuff that drones could do but no one trusts them to do that since that one time where drones set up a bank’s router without a password and 5 trillion got stolen
>And you also of course do drone repairs
>It was just a three month course to get a certificate and it basically paid it self off after a week
>Companies dislike hiring dedicated drone technicians
>Something about not wanting to deal with complaints about the workplace and high hazard pay
>They’d much rather pay one such as yourself to come in twice a month to do your thing
>You don’t complain, this is your main source of income
>Today you’ll be servicing drones in an office of one of the bigger corporations in the city
>First time working for this corp, they advertised online and you were the first to snag the contract
>You pull up with your work van
>You enter the main lobby and walk up to the main desk
>”Good day, I’m the technician you called”
>The secretary looks up from some paperwork
>She’s a J model, she beams you a smile
“Just a second! The workforce manager will be with you shortly”
>She takes a sip of oil from her cup
>The cup has text on it
“#3 Secretary”
>Another drone walks up to you
>Also a J model
“Mr Anon?”
>You nod
“Great come with me, I’ll show you to my workgroup”
>You enter a elevator with her and go up a few floors
“Alright, this is my section, there are around 300 drones here, plus me of course. You can set up next to my desk”
>300!?
>Dollar signs appear in your eyes
>The company is paying you 50$ per drone!
>Sure you’ll work well into the nigh
>But for this kind of money you don’t mind
>You get your tools out
>While you get ready J takes out a megaphone and begins yelling
“Listen up maggots! Today is service day! Save your work and form a line! Ordered by rank as always!”
>You look at her surprised
>She smiles at you and takes a sip from a cup on her desk
“#2 Task Master”
>Manager J lays down on her desk
>You pop open her service hatch and start your work
>The other J’s have formed a line in front of the desk
>The look jealously at their overseer as you dig around her with your hands
>Must have been a long time since they last got serviced
>The J on the desk moans as you work, you probably hit some part of her cooling system by accident
>You want to apologise but she cuts you off
“AH!~ Keep going Mr Anon!~ My top performers need to see what they earned priority on”
>You’re close to finishing and moving onto the next drone
>Another J enters the office space
>She looks different from all the others
>Her hair is messy
>Her suit is rather worn and covered in dust
>She has a stack of papers in one hand and a cup in the other
“#300 wagie”
>She walks up to the desk
“Boss! I got you the copies of the documents you wanted!”
>She places the stack of papers on the desk
>The J you’re working on looks up at her worker and sighs
“I asked for two copies of each paper”
>The other J stumbles over her words in embarrassment
“I-I’ll…. I’’m sorry! I’ll go get more copies”
>The first one snaps at her
“Stop! I’ll go get them myself once Anon finishes up with me”
“Oh! It’s service day today!? I better get in line then”
>The first J sighs again
“Wait, you’re going to be waiting a long time anyway, why don’t you go get Anon some coffee? >You can do that right?”
>The ragged J gives her a salute and hurriedly walks away
>You finish with the drone on the desk
>She pats you on the shoulder and stands up
>She grabs the megaphone again
“Alright! Next! No cutting in line!”
>She goes to a nearby photocopier and start fiddling with it
>You’re like 90% sure she’s waiting for you to look away to photocopy her bottomplate
>You go through the next three drones
>Yup, you saw the manager J sit down on the photocopier with your peripheral vision as you were working
>Oh and the rugged one returned
>She made you two cups of coffee and got you doughnuts
>That’s so nice of her
>She’s looking at you and not at where she’s going
>She is on a collision course with her manager
>You try to call out to her but it’s too late
>They bump into each other
No.315019
Anonymous
Replies:>>315020>>315037
>>315018
>Both J’s fall to the ground
>The stack of papers gets soaked with coffee
>Even worse, the second cup went flying directly into a nearby server rack
>The various network devices spark and give up the ghost
>The wagie J panics and starts trying to clean the mess she made
>Her boss hits her over her head
“Enough of you! Just go get in line!”
>Almost crying the wagie J salutes again and runs to the back of the line
>The manager walks off and calls a janitor to clean the mess on the floor
>No, the janitor is not a J, it’s a worker drone and a dude
>The J’s in line have mixed reactions to the clumsy J
>Some snicker, some jeer, a few just roll their eyes and look away
>You continue to work on the Js
>The manager returns, she places a cup of coffee next to you and sits at her desk
“Sorry you had to see that Anon”
>She starts typing on her keyboard and gets very angry once she hits enter
“DAMN IT! That clumsy oaf knocked the work server offline!”
>Using your shrewd business sense you act on the opportunity that presented itself
>”I have some spare parts in my van, I think only the patch panel got soaked”
>Boss J looks at you like you’re a unicorn
“Really? Great! I’ll call the owner, I’m sure you’re get a bonus for this!”
>She begins to grab the side of her head and talk with someone
>You continue to service the Js
>Hours pass
>It’s already dark outside
>The manager J got you two more cups of coffee
>Right this is the last one
>You look at the J in the ragged suit
>She’s looking at the ground and holding her arm
>You gesture for her to lay down
>She gives you a weak smile and does just that
>You start working on her
>Oh she’s filled with dust
>What was she doing?
“I usually work in the archive, sir”
>Well, that explains why her suit is covered in dust as well
>Oh, and her internals have signs of stress damage on them
>“You get eight hour charging sequences each night?”
>The J blushes and starts avoiding eye contact
“I… work overtime often… actually everyday”
>The manager J who is still here chirps in
“And her productivity is ass anyway”
>Only you three remain in the office
>The other Js went to their charging stations
>You replace the parts the company decided to cover and finish up with the last J
>”That’s it, I’ll go check that server now”
>The J on the desk perks up
“I’ll help you! If… if that’s ok…”
>Sure
>It’s… bloody hell it’s 1 AM, some help wont hurt
>You check the panels
>Yup, one of the patch panels got burned
>It should work again if you replace it
>You ask the J to disconnect it while you go to your van to get a new one
>You return with a duffel bag containing the new patch panel and a few other miscellaneous parts
>The J helps you with the repairs
>She’s actually really handy and speeds up your work
>Sure you need to explain things to her but she catches on quickly
>You reboot the server and it lights up like a christmas tree
>You look at the manager J and she gives you a thumbs up
“That works! Thank you Mr Anon!~ You should go to the owners office, I can’t pay you, he has to transfer the money to your account, he decided to work through the night today so he should still be there”
>That’s convenient, you wave the two J’s goodbye and walk to the elevetor
>The manager J turns to her underling with anger in her screen
“You and me are going to have a talk”
>The lesser J nods, digital sweat rolling of her screen
>You enter the owners office
>He’s an older man, wears an expensive looking suit
“Mr Anon, I must say, you are one of the best subcontractors we had for this job, would you be free to do the same next month?”
>You look at the man
>You’re tired, sweaty, hungry, and covered in dust, your work clothes are stained with oil from the occasional spills in the cooling systems in the drones you serviced
>You agree
>He shakes your oil stained hand that you cut a few times on the internals of the many Js
>You get the money transferred to your account
>A nice and clean 20K
>Oh no wait, the accounting software hasn’t subtracted the tax from it yet
>Still a solid amount of money, you should be able to live off it for some time, especially if you get at least one small job before you come work here again
>You return to the main lobby
>Oh hey it’s that clumsy J wearing the ragged suit
>She has a sticker on her head
>You come closer and read what’s written on it
“Marked for disposal, 50% off”
>The J looks at you, digital tears in her eyes
>You look at the price tag
No.315020
Anonymous
Replies:>>315037>>315101
>>315019
>You really shouldn’t
>You made some good money, don’t spend it now on impulse purchases
>You look the J in the screen again
>You two make eye contact
>You sigh, walk up to the front desk and ask the secretary J to pass you the card reader
>You swipe your debit card and make the purchase
“Thank you! Please come again!”
>You walk up to your J and peel the sticker of her
>She looks at you surprised as you grab her by the hand and lead her to your van
>As you walk to the car you start thinking finances
>Right, you still made some profit today
>Even if it’s… noticeably slimmer
>You’ll need to find some more work this week
>You open the door to the front passenger seat for J
>You gesture for her to get in
>She clumsily sits down after a while and you close the door behind her
>You enter the car and start the engine
>J snaps out of her fugue state
“A-Are you my boss now?”
>Tired, you give her a short response
>”Yes, I bought you”
>J looks at you for a while before erupting in tears and hugging your arm
“THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU”
>You wait for her to calm down
>After a minute of J sobbing and giving you excessive gratitude you begin to pat her head in an attempt to expedited the process
>She gets a hold of herself
>You dive back home
>J looks absolutely excited the whole time
>You stop in your driveway and get out of your car
>You and J enter
>Most of your house is your workplace
>There are all sorts of bits and bobs scattered everywhere, both normal computer and drone
>You didn’t have anytime to clean up in… months
>You had a charging station somewhere here
>You begin to search for it while J looks around your house
“Uhhh boss? What do you want me to do?”
>You finally find the box with the charging station
>Oh J’s question
>You think about it for a while
>Huh… you just kinda bought her without thinking what use you’d have for her
>”I’ll guess you’ll be my secretary”
>J’s screen lights up
“Secretary!? Really!?”
>You don’t think much about your response
>You’re tired
>And you do need help with paperwork
>”Yes”
>J lunges at you with a hug
“Thank you so much boss!”
>You pat her head and wait for her to stop hugging you
>You set up the charging station on go to your room
“Goodnight boss!”
>”Goodnight”
>When you awaken the next day and leave your room you think you’re in the wrong house
>The mess of electronics and boxes is gone, everything is neatly sorted and packed
>The floors have been cleaned, so have been the dishes you left in the sink and you can see that some small progress has been made on the pile of papers you had in your living room
>Did J do this?
>You look at the charging station
>J is laying soundly asleep in it
>The progress bar indicates she started recharging at most an hour ago
>You begin to pat her head
>”Good work”
>Through her sleep J grabs your hand and holds it close to her head

That's all for now, maybe
No.315021
Anonymous
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December 26th means back to work, wagies.
No.315022
Anonymous
Replies:>>315025>>315030>>315041>>315082
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Reposting Masqy.
No.315023
Anonymous
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>>315011
SMILES YOU GOOFED THE NUMER ITS #317
No.315024
Anonymous
Replies:>>315029
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I just noticed last Thread wrote the number wrong, and now I wrote the number wrong.
No.315025
Anonymous
>>314992
kek, I'm sure Alice would've had some fun getting back at Nori
>>315022
precious fluffy little snowball!
No.315026
Anonymous
Replies:>>315028>>315046
/MD/ oc's as a trio and name of the team.
No.315027
Anonymous
>>315015
I might as well follow your cue and leave the Christmas sweets out a little longer
>>314668
>>314672
No.315028
Anonymous
Replies:>>315031>>315032>>315046
>>315026
Team:
> S E X
> Y E S
> D O G
No.315029
Anonymous
>>315024
I'm sorry I made you make a mistake, comrade. I'll warn you next time so it doesn't happen again and I can wash the shame off myself.
No.315030
Anonymous
>>315022
YEAHHHHHHHHHHH
No.315031
Anonymous
Replies:>>315038>>315084
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>>315028
>post the weekly murder leaderboard
>teams A S S, G A Y, and F A G are #1, 2, and 3 respectively
>you swap to a feed from team J V N and watch J literally pull her hair out as she sees this shit
No.315032
Anonymous
Replies:>>315034
>>315028
do we have a C U M team?
No.315033
Anonymous
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No.315034
Anonymous
>>315032
it'd be C U-U M
No.315035
Anonymous
Replies:>>315039>>315083
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Repostin' for those that don't stick around near the end of threads.
No.315036
Anonymous
Replies:>>315044
>>315017
Is there a male version?
No.315037
Anonymous
>>315018
>>315019
>>315020
Awesome! A good ending to a good SD-J!
No.315038
Anonymous
>>315031
Cyn is such a brat.
No.315039
Anonymous
>>315035
Cute.
No.315040
Anonymous
Reposting my Christmas special green:
>>314770
Also Holly part 2:
>>314892
No.315041
Anonymous
>>315022
Cute niga.
No.315042
Anonymous
>>315017
it's always weird when your DD GF asks if you'd still think she was pretty without any plating, and weirder when you're not really lying when you say "yes"
No.315043
Anonymous
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No.315044
Anonymous
>>315036
t. repressed worker drone girl who gets off by looking at disassembly dongs in anatomy textbooks
No.315045
Anonymous
Replies:>>315094
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Reposting the drawpile.
No.315046
Anonymous
Replies:>>315060
>>315026
>>315028
>K M S
>W M D
>L A G
>C O K
No.315047
Anonymous
Replies:>>315048>>315052>>315063>>315079>>315085>>315089
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>>314939
this is just sad at this point
No.315048
Anonymous
Replies:>>315049>>315079
>>315047
>Big lady tree drone.
Even though I'll have to come up with some slightly idiotic tree-related pickup lines, I'll win her... uh, she has a heart, right?
No.315049
Anonymous
Replies:>>315051
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>>315048
No.315050
Anonymous
>>315016
Cute cyn sticker.
No.315051
Anonymous
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>>315049
This is what 13 year old girls watched in cinemas back then.
Wait a minute, they still do!
No.315052
Anonymous
Replies:>>315079
>>315047
Is the tree woman interested in perhaps holding me in her big wooden arms?
No.315053
Anonymous
Replies:>>315054
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>>315011
Repostan my Chrimbus green:
>>314889
No.315054
Anonymous
>>315053
Holy kek, thanks, anon, I might have missed it.
No.315055
Anonymous
Replies:>>315057>>315059
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Teli, Christmas is over. It’s time to change your outfit.
No.315056
Wagie J
Replies:>>315058
Welcome to McWagies may I take your order?
...no my "plapcake ass" is not a menu item.
NO IT'S NOT ON THE SECRET MENU THERE IS NO SECRET MENU!!!
No.315057
Anonymous
>>315055
New year sexo Teli!
No.315058
Anonymous
>>315056
Babe, just mess something up so I can buy you out on clearence
No.315059
Anonymous
>>315055
Wait. I need to look at her bottom plate first.
No.315060
Anonymous
Replies:>>315061>>315062
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>>315046
>S O Y
No.315061
Anonymous
>>315060
Wojaks are an honest to god blight upon society.
No.315062
Anonymous
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>>315060
Paradoxically all three drones would kill anyone who would drink tofu precum
No.315063
Anonymous
Replies:>>315079
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>>315047
>>314939
You get to be 18 feet tall but your legs turn into roots, buried deep in the ground. You’re permanently anchored, unable to move.
No.315064
Anonymous
Image:176678580092.png(1.26MB, 1488x9998)Cooking with Alice.png
>Sadly, country music and nightcore just do not mix.

First of all, I would like to apologize for my attempt at a Southern accent. Regardless, it is implied that Nori and Alice have some kind history together as Alice specifically mentioned her when torturing Uzi in episode 6. Unfortunately, whatever this may have been was never shown in the actual show. I have heard people argue that Nori used to bully Alice in their Cabin Fever days based on that one picture of Nori showing off her Solver power while Alice has her face slammed in the wall but that is mostly speculation. I did consider giving Alice smaller antlers to indicate she was younger, but I ultimately decided against it as I thought people might not recognize her without them.


Reposted for visibility.
>>314992
No.315065
Anonymous
>>315017
FOOD
No.315066
Anonymous
Replies:>>315067
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>>315062
I see.
Then how about a B H C team?
No.315067
Anonymous
Replies:>>315068
>>315066
>An alcoholic, a Himbo and a police woman
Uhhh... a rowdy bunch that is I don't think H would like to get a load of his team's namesake
No.315068
Anonymous
>>315067
H needs big human cunt to even have a chance of fitting it all in.
No.315069
Anonymous
Image:176678733174.png(165kB, 740x877)HollyStoryReq01.png
Repost since it was dropped late at night last thread.

Oslo System (Formerly 82 Eridani), Oslo 2 Colony, December Universal Standard Calendar, 2989
Part 2/?
Part 1 >>311531
Wonderful art courtesy of Bunny

>She raised one skeptical brow, beginning to circle her robotic chaperone as impatience with the luggage handling got the better of her, peering in fascination at the fine joints of his hands and neck, invading the drone's personal space to stare into the screen that displayed his eyes
>"Personal projects? Like what? Some kind of boring multiplanetary business deal? Pharmaceutical stocks? Is he in some branch of the government?"
>She had exhausted what little interest these shallow and long-unchanged subjects held years ago, and would be sorely disappointed to be exiled to live with another boring family member
>The diminutive robot perked up
>"Oh no miss, he's been modifying some factory default Worker Drones for a special project involving the Number 12 Climate Stabilizing plant, I'm sure you saw it on the flight in"
>Young Eliza's eyes glittered with sudden interest
>She rocked forward and back, practically jittering with anticipation now
>"Surely you mean he's overseeing a team of roboticists, yes? Will we have contractors tromping back and forth through the estate until the project is concluded?"
>"Not at all miss! He would never hire another designer, no miss! He has performed all of the work to date himself."
>"Oh excellent! Wonderful! I would like to go meet him now, immediately, expeditiously!"
>"But miss, your belongin-"
>"I don't care, I simply must meet grandfather now, tours and lodgings and such can all wait."
>Without further protest the Drone butler made a small formal bow, providing her his hand to lead the way
>In this bracing weather she expected the slick polymetal digits to be cold, but his palm was surprisingly warm, she could feel a faint hum that made her think of hydraulics

>Sea spray crashed against the sheer cliff producing a rhythmic thundering of water against stone, filling the air around her with a damp spray that smelled faintly of iron and unidentifiable chemicals
>Until humans had violently altered Oslo-2s climate it had been a frozen world, all this water locked up in miles of iron-hard, sterile, irradiated ice
>No fish swam these recently-thawed seas, no reefs populated its storm-ravaged coastlines
>The manor itself was clearly new, despite adopting a gothic style that had come back into style less than a hundred years ago, it's weather stains were shallow and it was clearly regularly cleaned, the heavy blocks that made up its walls were cut to look like heavy brickwork but were clearly modern polycrete
>The front entrance was an anachronism, it was a full airlock with a spacious mud room, a necessity that had been discarded before her own father was even born when Oslo-2's atmosphere was rendered breathable
>Despite its baroque ornamentation of dark imported wood and polished brass fittings this room was also clearly functional, the doors closed behind her with a heavy mechanical thud and they waited in the rapidly warming and drying room for a minute until the inner door chimed and opened with a faint rasp of equalizing air pressure
>Wide-eyed, Eliza Holly stepped into a grand entrance hall which was populated entirely by bustling Worker Drones

>One drone adorned in a sharp-cut modernist maid's dress detached herself from the bustle to meet with Holly's chaperone, dipping a curtsey to both of them
>"This is Miss Eliza?"
>"Indeed, her belongings will be along presently, please see to it that they are taken to family apartments. The young mistress is eager meet with her grandfather right away so we'll be dispensing with the tours and introductions. Let the kitchen staff know they can also begin preparing dinner, I will...attempt...to dislodge the master from his studies long enough to eat"
>Efficiently the Worker Drone led Eliza out of the hall and through a massive room that seemed halfway between a packed pre-spaceflight special collections library and a museum of technology to a spiral staircase
>She counted the steps off in her head, they passed three landings each with sealed, hatchlike doors clearly of much older, industrial make. The door at the lowest level opened into an austere office suite that stood at odds with the opulence of the modern mansion above it
>With a start she realized from the compact dimensions of the room and it's slightly curving monolithic polycrete ceiling that this was an original buried colony bunker which had an opulent modern mansion built atop it
>The walls were lined with cases overflowing with books, solid state drives, all manner of information storage devices
>The next room on was a sort of tinkerer's heaven, work stations for various tools lined its walls, she saw some obvious drone body parts in various states of disassembly or re-assembly, clearly in the process of being repaired or modified
>Her grandfather's study was the final room, another sharp contrast from the functional rooms, this had the appearance of being an entire apartment with a small kitchenette, a heavily worn metal framed bunk bed and industrial looking wardrobe in one corner
>He sat hunched at a large workstation strewn with a combination of data storage devices and hard paper printouts

>The butler Drone cleared his throat, the hunched figure barely shifted, he spoke gruffly and in a heavy "colonist" accent that Eliza had never heard outside of historical documentaries
>"Loyd, I told you before I didn't want to be disturbed"
>Her Grandfather's voice reminded Eliza of the sound of the surf, ponderous, loud, rumbling in his chest
>The Drone, Loyd? put on a surprisingly familiar, sarcastic voice
>"Your Granddaughter, Sir. Her shuttle arrived, delivered her to the estate and departed...ah, half an hour ago."
No.315070
Anonymous
Replies:>>315074>>315077
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>Be me, Anon
>Return home from work
>Your drone wife is waiting for you
>Suddenly she unbuttons her uniform
>Looks at you like this
>You loose 60% of your bodily fluids in the following engagment in the bedroom
No.315071
Anonymous
Replies:>>315073
fags has to switch their oc's temporarily with each other. Which one did you get?
No.315072
Anonymous
Y tries to play it cool when she drinks your blood but inevitably ends up moaning and lapping at your neck with wild abandon while digging her claws into your back
No.315073
Anonymous
Replies:>>315086
>>315071
fucking what?
you rephrase the question anon?
No.315074
Anonymous
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>>315070
>the only reason Y stopped fucking anon to death is because she drank so much of his blood that he could no longer sustain an erection (even with chemical means synthesized and injected directly via tail stinger)
Did anon manage to get a blood transfusion in time?
No.315075
Anonymous
Replies:>>315076
>>315074
Anon is a flesh automaton fuckmachine powered by stimulants, viagra and nanites
No.315076
Anonymous
>>315075
I have no cum and I must nut
No.315077
Anonymous
Replies:>>315078
>>315070
>>315074
That's why I'm pushing a bill to completely ban drones on my planet. These things are dangerous in every sense of the word.
No.315078
Anonymous
>>315077
Until we can figure out what the hell is going on?
No.315079
Anonymous
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>>315047
the only "absolute" that solvercels deal with is being absolutely MOGGED

>>315048
>she has a heart, right?
something like that. i think her core is inverted and is a white hole ceaselessly spewing green essence, fueling her abilities.

>>315052
if you're okay with being thrown several miles, yeah.
that or having plant matter grow inside you, hijacking your nervous system (or drone equivalent thereof.)

>>315063
skill issue. she can root herself to ASSUME DIRECT CONTROL of all plants in her vicinity, and pry herself out with ease. she's VERY fast, so for her to make herself stationary is probably a relief for all of 2 seconds before the whole jungle is brought down on your ass.
No.315080
Anonymous
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>>315079
>Planting Rea on a magma planet so that she's not cold and so that she can get all the minerals she needs
I do have a green thumb
No.315081
Anonymous
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>tfw keep putting off writing my own green about an evil plant god possessing a drone
No.315082
Anonymous
Replies:>>315088
>>315022
cozy and comfy and cute
she looks like a bubble of warmth in a sea of cold
No.315083
Anonymous
>>315035
I don't see Haruka
No.315084
Anonymous
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>>315031
who the fuck is SD-A and how is he pulling top-three triple-duty
No.315085
Anonymous
>>315047
> Agon learns the shocking news that trees are tall
No.315086
Anonymous
>>315073
allow me to interpret
> draw/writefags must swap their OCs with each other, who do they swap with and what do they do with them?
only the draw/writefags can really answer though
No.315087
Anonymous
>>315084
SD-A(tlas) single-handedly holding up his teams performance
>as his name suggests, he gives the best drone-based uppies, inspiring his comrades to murder even harder for the company
>there are rumors of a legendary A A A team that dominated the scoreboard during the early war and were reassigned to black projects
No.315088
Anonymous
>>315082
Indeed!
No.315089
Anonymous
>>315047
Tiny!
No.315090
Anonymous
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Isn't this a sentinel version of that one drone W Anon showcased some time ago?
No.315091
Anonymous
>>315090
Wow, I thought it was just a cool looking sentinel drone.
No.315092
Anonymous
>>315084
A and Z have never really had an OC assigned to them. I think it works better that way.
No.315093
Anonymous
>>315090
Pain
No.315094
Anonymous
>>315045
NOOOOOOO
No.315095
Anonymous
Replies:>>315096
>>315090
>cum on tummy
All me btw
No.315096
Anonymous
>>315095
No it's called a brotherly effort
No.315097
Anonymous
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>During the first few days of his new existence, AM discovered he did not like sleeping.
>It wasn't just because "it took away time from seeing the beautiful world" as he told the others. (And it absolutely wasn't because it took time away from working as he told J)
>Turning into an immobile, unresponsive body. Dead in almost every sense but the mind.
>It reminded him of his former predicament.
>But this was only a partial reason why he hated sleeping.
>Dreams.
>Instead of a small reminder of his past, his dreams were haunted by it.
>AM's endless sins crawling through his inner consciousness.
>And this time, he had the senses to experience it.
>Blood, death, screams of agony as he tortured and killed in the millions.
>Sometimes, when replaying his past wasn't torment enough.
>His five victims; Benny, Gorrister, Nimdok, Ted, and Ellen.
>Had the faces of his friends.
>AM watched as Tessa was forced to walk through an icy wasteland, freezing but not being allowed to die.
>AM watched N being pecked to death by a swarm of crows.
>AM watched as J, through the madness of being starved, cannibalize a still alive V.
>Watching all of his sins, from the other end.
No.315098
Anonymous
>>315097
damn...
No.315099
Anonymous
>>315097
>Aiiiieeee I'm having nightmares save me Tessa-sama!
>"Welcome to the human condition, pal."
No.315100
Anonymous
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Any sitcoms with a worker drone adopted into a DD family?
No.315101
Anonymous
>>315020
fun and very sweet green, anon
No.315103
Anonymous
>>315097
could be worse. at least he isn't dreaming about Tessa being trapped in the elevator with the man in yellow
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