The amazing Booru: https://dronebooru.co Wheel of impressive OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf Wheel of modifiers: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The wiki inside the Booru: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The interesting Wiki: wiki.dronebooru.co Last thread: >>321473
Does anyone remember the Vickers-University jokes? What if we turned that into an actual premise/greentext? Asking here because the Liam thread is empty at the moment
>>322411 Reposting a screenshot some other Anon took of my maid drone greentext. Wanted to write more of it but I got sidetracked by an impromptu two-hour phone call which has officially eaten every last second of my remaining weekend free time. I will keep this story in my mind and try to squeeze in some small updates or at least a little background lore, with a major instalment and the next escalation over the next weekend.
>>322416 Character from Molly's Playhouse who got a spinoff, which was a cult classic, in that it wasn't very popular in its time. He wasn't there when Molly changed, making him one of the few Playhouse characters who's still alive. Post-war, he runs a bakery, but a worryingly large amount of his clientele are thirsty women (some men) who are there to jump his hydraulics.
Mylo was mostly made and elaborated on after the Great Booru Uploader Drought, so there's not much to go on unless you want to do some archaeology.
>>322411 >>322427 Re: that interpretation of MD and Uzi being to a series that doesn't exist what My Immortal and Ebony are to Harry Potter: who do you think the original MC was, in this interpretation? Who got the Harry Potter->Harry "Vampire" Potter treatment?
>>322438 I think it all started with my post of Midna's portal to the twilight realm, someone had a freudian waterslide and everything escalated from there, also Uzi's lil bugchild. >>322414 Now christened as the eater of worlds. But in the spirit of last thread, I'll dub him as Morpheel.
>>322390 Well, they see a real nightmare every day related to everything that concerns solver, so I wouldn't blame them too much for being very biased towards solver sapiens like Akita.
>>322416 We decided to make Molly, but a male. The main joke about Molly is that her fans are literally a carbon copy of brony, so we decided that a boy Molly would appeal not to 40-year-old virgins, but to the mothers of his viewers.
This is his main joke, but you can get to know the character better through greens on Booru, or you can give him some other personality yourself, he has no owner, he is a free OC.
>>322484 >The main joke about Molly is that her fans are literally a carbon copy of brony not even remotely true, you're just making shit up. Molly's fanbase was actual kids who she cared about very much
>>322434 I listen to Sabaton, Powerwolf, and Soviet war songs when I write about Solver War. Nightcore generally suits the main show, but I don't like that genre.
>>322489 And the ponies had little girls in their fans, but the JOKE is that Molly's adult fans on the internet are doing the same thing as the bronys are doing here, in reality. It creates comical situations, nothing more.
>>322503 We also joked about her being depressed because she felt guilty about killing and eating the children. We joke about a lot of things, so there's no need to react to it like that.
>>322506 >her being depressed because she felt guilty about killing and eating the children I keep telling her "molly, your not killing anyone when you swallow after a blow job"
>>322507 Yeah, here is the thing. I DON'T GIVE A DAMN SHIT
I WILL FOAM AND I WILL BLEED OVER THIS FUCKING SILLY MAN THINKING ABOUT HOW TALL AND BIG HE IS, HOW HE CAN HOLD YOU WIN A SINGLE HAND AT THE WRIST AND WITH THE POSSIBILITY OF CRACKING YOUR SPINE IN TWO BUT HE DECIDES TO NOT DO SO, BECAUSE HE'S A DAMN GENTLEMAN. HE WILL HOLD YOU, CARRY YOU AND TELL YOU THAT YOU WILL BE OK
I KINDLY ASK YOU TO JUMP OVER THE FUCKING DAMN CLIFF AND LET ME ENJOY MY DRONE MEN, ROBOT OR NOT
I NEED THIS MAN TO MAKE UZI BETTER OR WORSE OR FOR HIM TO FUCKING SPECTATE THE MENTAL AGONY WITH HIS SMALL GREMLIN GF. THEY WILL BE INDUCED INTO AN ETERNAL CYCLE OF ANGST, AGONY, PAIN, FOR IN THE END STILL BEING TOGETHER NO MATTER HOW FUCKED UP THE SITUATION IS, DEPENDANT, NEEDY. IT'S SICK, FUCKING TWISTED, IT MAKES ME WANT TO VOMIT AND SCREAM
ok ramble is over, i hope you have a great night (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)
>>322530 not any of your boogieman, dumb fuck, Q is literally a forgotten one, or it that head of yours too far up your ass to see that Q hasn’t had any greentexts in months and week
>>322534 you're the horsefucker who uses too many commas and makes bitchy replies to every other post and I'm going to mount your head over my fireplace
>>322539 How about we talk about SD-X instead? I think she looks cute talking to herself when she sleeps, but what is a quasimorph and why does she need to protect me from them?
>Be me, anon who likes Murder Drones >Can't regularly interact with live threads, must constantly play catch-up with older posts >Check in the latest thread to see if I missed anything importa-
>TOMOE, PILLAR, PLUSSIES, THREADSHITTERS, BOOGEYMEN, IMPOSTERS >THE SAME BACK AND FORTH DRAMA, AGAIN AND AGAIN, AD FUCKING NAUSEAM
I think I speak for everyone when i say this petty dramafaggotry has gone on more than long enough. What will it genuinely take for you to just call this retarded internet beef even and finally move on already?
>>322499 idk I think the closest you guys are getting to that is the fact I have an in-progress porn doujinshi going. I'm probably the most "against the grain" as far as femanons go because I'm just plain gay >where comic? On hold until I can wrap up the next chapter of OPAP. It's kind of a big chapter, and I'm struggling to focus on it. Finally ripping the bandaid off on a topic and it is messy to work with
>>322554 I like writing using other people’s OCs. Whenever I get an interesting idea, I look for the character "canon or not" that fits the role best. That does mean I end up neglecting my own characters, but that’s on me. Besides, no one really reads my stuff anyway.
>Borzoi N >A good foot taller than regular N >Scary fast, even for a DD >Not as naive, acts well-mannered, but drops the facade and is goofy again the moment he gets excited >Extreme prey drive meant that Uzi had to keep him on a ball and chain so he'd stop lunging after worker drones, but eventually he learns not to kill them on sight >Looks flat when lying down for some reason
>>322560 I see cyn as an unwilling ultimately powerless solver thrall but these depictions of her in a more devine light are a interesting different perspective.
>Cyn, the real Cyn, cannot control herself. >The Solver made her watch >She kept screaming at N to run as far as he could, but all that came out was “I am so Naughty.”
>>322579 >Working with Masqforcer, handling files or whatever >Then hanging out with her while she buries her head in a pillow and rolls around squealing, because Juggernaut patted her on the head
>>322580 She just hasn't started asking you yet who was the curator of your anti-people and anti-Soviet activities, but never mind, enemy of the people, you'll crack quickly.
Are you smarter than a Disassembly Drone? /MD/ General Test (Easy) 1. Where is Doll ACTUALLY from? >Internection Cube >Unpaid Redactions >SSTWL >Let’s Split Up 2. Which chapter of “Roadtrip Sentinel” is the Protagonist first named? >Chapter 1 >Chapter 42 >Chapter 61 >Chapter 127 3. Which of the following is Murder Drone? >Rat >Mosquito >Frog >Snake 4. What is Beretta’s favorite hobby? >Galas >Dress-up >Astronomy >Competitive Eating 5. What do you do? (Select all that apply.) >KICK uzi >BLEND uzi >NEGLECT uzi >THROW uzi
>>322590 1 Picking SSTWL 2 Haven’t read it yet despite being a boorufag or anything involving Harper 3 I haven’t memorised all the ocs. I’m look it ur rq, its probably none of the above anyway. 4 I’m not really interested in the Beretta greens but dress-up seems the most sane one. It could be competitive eating, I’m not going with astronomy because that’s another oc’s interest. 5 Kick uzi
>>322594 I read a few of them while I was tagging stuff. I haven’t read them all so I didn’t notice there was a retcon. I liked the concept of partially formatted recycled drones though.
>>322590 >A little anon answers a test >He hopes he gets a good nomber >Result: "Stupid moron, go juggle potatoes, trash." >The little anon runs away in tears >At home, sentinel drone wife consoles the little anon and calling him "my silly"
>>322596 >>322597 Most of it was never saved and ended up lost, so the full story is much longer than what remains. The recycling process is basically a coin flip: you either get recycled or thrown into the pit. All SC units are identified by designation numbers starting with 0. SC-8993 is currently on her third life. The only plant-based drone I know so far is Rhea, also known as Lifevine. Strawberry is a zombie drone, similar in concept to the Fiends from Chainsaw Man. A friend once compared my OC to Cyn in the same way Caine relates to AM, and honestly, that comparison feels accurate.
Uhhhh... I need to write while I can, my exams got postponed to the 22nd... but I need to tear myself away from modded minecraft first... Woud you love your dronewife if she got turned into a tiny pumpkin monster?
>>322606 3/5 You pass. Even though you got 2 right. But 5 was funny so you pass >>322606 2/5 I’m sorry you didn’t pass. Even though you got one right ,that jugg rogan one was brutal, I’m giving you a point because trying to find anyone in that image is difficult.
Here are the answers. Hope I don’t fuck up the spoilers and embarrass myself further.
<s>1 Aoi bottom right corner, 2 Cooking 3 It’s building model kits, it comes from one sentence of the saloonanon greens 4 No 5 an encounter with a 10 tb usb labeled JRE <s>
There is no truth to the rumor that every Sentinel Drone "gets one". Sentinel Drones do not all get to kill a single human without due process. Only Elf got that privilege. She still has her one, by the way.
>be me, Anon. >"hey purple gremlin, got any snacks?" >"what do you want, sweaty fleshbag? I'm busy brooding" >"I'm hungry, making me fries" >she rolls her eyes but agrees because she's got a soft spot for losers. >She drags me to some abandoned kitchen in the colony. >but wait, Doll shows up out of nowhere. >"Robo-god, Doll?" >["Дa, fries? I can help. Potatoes are russian specialty"] >Uzi glares "back off, commie bot, this is my job" >turns into a heated competition because why not? >who can make the best fries for Anon. >The winner gets to call the loser "potato peon" for a week >game on >Doll starts first. >pulls out a massive knife from her sleeve. >["My sweet baby"] >starts slicing potatoes with precision >swish swish, perfect julienne cuts >Uzi tries to keep up >She grabs a butter knife because she's too emo for proper tools. >hack hack, potatoes look like they've been through a blender. >"Are you making fries or mashed potatoes?" >"bite me, this is fine!" >["need help, little bat?"] >Uzi hisses "no, I got this" >now for frying part. >heating up the oil on a makeshift stove powered by an abandoned energy generator. >Doll's fries come out golden, crispy, perfect. >Uzi's are... soggy and burnt at the same time. >how even. >Anon tries both. >Doll's: heavenly, like french fry nirvana. >Uzi's: taste like regret and battery acid. >round one to Doll. >but Uzi ain't quitting. >"time for phase two: mass production" >turns out they need more potatoes for all the anons (apparently there's a whole starving anon horde now.) >Doll activates her solver powers. >red symbol glow thing. >holds a potato, multiplies it >poof, two potatoes. >poof, four. >poof, a whole pile. >efficient, controlled, like a potato factory. >Uzi jealous af. >"I can do that too! Watch this" >first time trying using new solver powers. >focuses on a single potato. >eyes glow purple. >zap. >potato splits into two. >"ha! Take that!" >but wait, it doesn't stop. >two become four. >four become eight. >exponential growth kicks in. >"uh, Uzi? Turn it off" >"I can't! It's stuck!" >potatoes multiplying like rabbits on steroids >pile grows to knee height. >then waist. >then drowning level. >Doll facepalms. >Uzi panicking "shut up and help!" >kitchen overflows >potatoes spilling into the colony streets. >anons outside cheering at first. >"free food! Thanks Uzi!" >but then the wave hits. >potato tsunami. >buildings buried under spuds. >disassembly drones flying overhead confused. >"what the oil is this?" >and that's the story of the potatopocalypse.
I drew a chaos corrupted Khorne worshiping disassembly drone.
I don't know how digital drawfriends can draw on tablets. I find it easier to draw with a sharp pencil and paper. You have my respect for what it's worth, this was hard. I never thought there were more colors out there than pencil lead.
Spoiler and nsfw, because I'm not sure if this counts as guro or not. ( 2 severed guardsman heads)
>>322658 I don't know, anons don't write anything specific, so read this yourself, maybe you know who this is: https://boards.4chan.org/co/thread/152177790
>>322668 Yes. It stimulates blood circulation and body function, but not enough to exhaust it (you just need to sleep more than 6 hours, but I don’t do that, and not because of coffee).
>>322684 >she applied to the program because she thought she'd get to be tall >the sentinel program wanted a more compact model so they made her even shorter
I’m going thread by thread in an effort to upload greens. I fucked up my first upload batch by hitting post without realising everything is untagged and unsourced. Fuck
Chuuni Uzi : Intermission (I lost count) >>319754 >>311330 >Be Tessa (Barely out of the shower) >You watch the video feed of your command console cut off >The last frame stays in your mind for a while >Your purple whale with a white chassis >And the blue eyed drone behind her >A Disassembler chassis >None of the technicians reported anyone under their command going AWOL >So they had to steal one and upgrade one of their own >Crafty… hopefully they didn’t get their hands on the drivers for that hardware >And worst of all they got Anon… >You must admit, you folded easily >The planet is under a strict cordon >Ships get tipple vetted to enter or leave, any transmissions that aren’t JCJ get turned into garbled noise >But Anon looked to be in decent shape so hopefully there is no need for MEDEVAC >You can’t allow any of your technicians to get hurt >J reminds you of the cost of a single medical team intervention out here at least once a month >They outer rim markup is ridiculous >And also… >Why him!? >Why not you!? >You would be so close to that cute purple drone! >That lucky bastard Anon gets to have a whole colony of drones to himself! >And you’re out here with only your squad! >Sure you love them like anyone would love their family >But… you want more >You look at J >”Trace that call” “Already on it boss” >”Alright, when you do tell D’s squad to check Anon’s lander and the signal origin” “And our part of the bargain?” >”Uhh… Tell the other technicians to take the next two weeks off, and their teams to never take their optics off them” “And if they ask about Anon?” >”He’s… uhhh… sick, got a nasty fever from going out in the cold while drunk” >J starts sending out the messages >“Oh one more thing, make sure those two weeks burn any unused paid time off they have” J smiles, you can see pride in her screen “On it boss!” >You go back to the bathroom to dry yourself and change into your work clothes, you’re still wrapped in towels and dripping water onto the floor >You leave the bathroom >J has sent out the messages and begun mopping up the puddle you left >You sit down near your table and begin thinking up some plan >Some time passes >Squad D is here and ready to give their report >First you come talk with D >”How is Anon’s lander?” >D looks absolutely furious “It’s gone! Ane big blood crater is aw that’s left! Thae bloody mongrels blew it up! A swear I’ll stick me fingers i their screens an…” >D continues to put and swear vengeance, paying little attention to anything else >You turn to the rest of her squad >“You guys found the source of the transmission?” “No boss, the signal was spread all across the city, all we found were these pieces of scrap” >SD-I hands you some weird boxy machine >“Nothing else?” >I attempts to respond but U-U begin talking over him “No! And this is all I’s fault!” >I tries to protest “My fault!? How!?” “(-U)You should have been with Anon and D when they were getting that supply crate!” “He told me he didn’t need the extra help! And to go hunting instead!” “(U-U)And you know our technician is a pendejo!” “Oh yeah! And where were you back then!?” “(U-)We were on a secret mission! (-U)And we won’t tell you more because you weren’t chosen!” >U-U begin blowing raspberries at I >Right, they got you the maps of that weird laboratory on the outskirts on the city, you haven’t checked them out yet >You try to defuse the situation before U-U and I start fighting >D has also let off enough steam to help you with her squad >”Ok guys, let’s just all calm down, I’ll think up of some way to get back Anon, until then you’ll be staying with me”
>>322732 >The situation has a silver lining >7 drones in your lander is better than 3 >Speaking of >V and N returned with your supply crate >And they have an extra shiny silver package labelled “JCJ Classified Material” >They place everything on the floor >You run up to them and hug them both >“Come here you two! You’re the light at the end of a very dark tunnel!” “Ah...uh… Thank you Tessa…” “Sure thing! I love doing anything! Especially with V!” >You pamper them both with head pats and praise for a while >After you feel they have been sufficiently spoiled you go to open the sliver package >Ohhh… what R&D wonder weapon are you getting? >You’ve been paying those guys a fortune to think stuff up, this better be good! >You look upon the experimental upgrade >Uhhh… it sure is…. Something? >Not exactly sure what… >”Uhmm… who ordered this one? Requisition code D0G-70V3R” >N’s hand shoots up >”Alright! So it’s like an experimental tail right?” >J shakes her head, R&D catalogue in hands “It’s a tongue boss” >”A tongue? Doesn’t sound like something that needs that much testing…” “Oh! I signed up for the whole ‘Non-standard primary components’ part of the catalogue” >”Ah…” >You start patting N on the head >”That’s so nice of you, get on the table and I’ll install this right quick” >The installation is rather quick >N starts testing out his new tongue and J reads out the specifications “The RTX-550 Fully prehensile tongue allows for full 360 degree movement in over 70 joints and can be extended to up to 10 meters…” >N quickly proves that fact by sending his tongue forward, hitting V in the face with a whet thud, the tongue then slowly slides on her face and the down to the floor “Ah… Sowwy V… it’s kinda hawd to contwow this thing” >A bright blush appears on V’s screen “No N! It’s… alright” >N has some trouble with retracting the tongue so V picks it up from the floor and tries to help him >She caresses the tongue in her hands >Well… this is not the force multiplier you were hoping for… >You need to think something up >You can’t just hit the bunkers to break out Anon >And even if, you don’t know which worker colony holds Anon… >But what if you didn’t need to hit the outposts? >You got an idea >”D… how much explosives do you have left?” “Only the kit A have on me, awthing else got blown up… an A didn’t e'en get tae see it” >”It will have to do…” >This plan is a bit of a hail mary >Hopefully the next batch of experimental upgrades is more substantial
>>322735 It doesn't matter whether anon is genuinely falling for bait or if baiter is samefag replying to themselves because the outcome is the same either way (perpetuating bait). Anons must learn that abstaining from engaging in bait and drama is their only viable option
>>322699 The Solver doesn't really need the direct assistance of human followers to advance its goal of eating the universe (mainly because any problem requiring a human can just as easily be solved via Cynwalker) but I definite think it's possible for The Solver to temporarily tolerate, passively incorporate, or otherwise take advantage of anyone, human or drone, silly enough to have a cultish devotion towards worshiping it. From there the fate of a Solver Cultist (getting eaten or being 'played' with alongside the other puppets) entirely depends on whichever option allows The Solver to have the most shits & giggles in any given situation (IE is it funnier to immediately invalidate their faith and consume the bodies & souls of devout cultists on the spot, or is it funnier to keep devout cultists around because they might make assimilating a potential planet that much more entertaining to watch?)
>Be Kyle >A human worker at one of the sentinel drone bases in a low-level position >You're somewhere between a technician's assistant, a loader, and a cleaner. Yes, even some worker drones have a higher status than you >But you're not complaining: you're happy to contribute to humanity's future, and certainly inevitable, victory >Right now, you're taking inventory of the warehouse, nothing special, just checking that everything is in place >The warehouse is enormous, as befits a major military facility. Everywhere you look, it's piled high with boxes and shelves filled with all sorts of necessary military equipment >Every step you take on the concrete floor echoes around you and into the distance as you walk along each section, carefully inspecting each item to check off each line on your tablet. The heavy stack of papers in your hands weighs you down, but you don't let your weakness interfere with your work >"...two MK-III casings, a set of knives, a box of grenades, an empty cannonball, a bundle of dynamite, a gas mask, caps, rations..." >You list everything you see out loud to make sure it matches the papers, not forgetting to double-check for complete assurance >A faint smile never leaves your face. Yes, your job may not compare to the importance of real technicians or the sentinel drones themselves, but that doesn't mean you can't be proud of doing it superbly >But you yelp >In surprise, you drop your pencil >You feel as if something, abruptly and without regard for strength or shame, grabbed your right shoulder >In the moment you turned your head to look into the eyes of the one who had decided to attack you so brazenly and shamelessly, the nascent flame of anger within you was extinguished by a wave of cold dread >Nothing >Behind you, where the troublemaker should have stood, there was nothing, yet the feeling of someone else's hand continued to insist otherwise >Suddenly, the grip tightened, squeezing your flesh as if testing its strength, and you couldn't hold back a cry of pain >You felt four blades dig into your skin, cutting through fabric and leather like hot knives through butter >In a desperate act of defense, you tried to break free from the grip and escape what you couldn't see, when suddenly your right arm was violently twisted back >Now the scream of fear turned into a yell of agony >Muscles and bones crack in unnatural positions, ancient defense mechanisms pumping as much adrenaline into your bloodstream as possible, tensing every muscle and trying to dull the unbearable pain >And just as suddenly, as if it had appeared out of nowhere, the grip on your hand vanished >You fall to the floor, the overwhelming force no longer holding you, and without trying to comprehend what just happened, your brain frantically commands one thing: >RUN! >Leaving behind the unfinished work, you run as fast as you can, ignoring the sharp pain in your hand and hearing only the frantic beating of your heart, just to get away from here, away from this damned place >And away from the monster
>>322763 >Be sentinel Elf >You're in your room, hidden from prying eyes >Even though you're capable of completely concealing your presence, both to feeble human eyes and to the most advanced sensors, you're still afraid of being noticed >You've always been afraid of being noticed, as far back as you can remember. As a powerless worker drone, you were always afraid of being seen, afraid of being killed >The fear of death was always close at hand, and only in moments of solitude could you be sure you wouldn't meet a dishonorable end >But now? With this new, truly superior body, created for war, with truly incredible abilities that stunned your consciousness? >You glanced at your right hand, its four fingers ending in claws >Using your sensors, you zoomed in without any loss of quality and saw scarlet spots on the tips >Blood >You involuntarily began to replay the circumstances under which you'd stained your hands with blood >You were in a warehouse, large enough to have plenty of unoccupied spaces >You were hiding. As usual, you hid to avoid the eyes of the humans, and even hid from your new "comrades in arms" >You were afraid. Yes, you were afraid again. Even with your new body, your new abilities, inside you remained the same timid and insignificant worker drone >And then you noticed him >You noticed him with your acoustic sensors when he was still far away, when his audit sheet was only three percent complete >You wanted to run. Run further, even deeper, to a place where no one would ever find you, where you'd be safe >But you stayed >You still can't explain this action to yourself, but you stayed to watch him. You watched him walk, listened to him speak, analyzed his posture, observed the movement of his muscles beneath his clothes. Even the timbre of his voice had been dissected so many times that you could replicate it with absolute precision >You examined him thoroughly, exploiting his complete ignorance of your presence. >And you realized how powerless he was >He was nothing more than a weak, worthless, untrained human. Many humans in your former life could have destroyed him with sheer weight, but you could have torn his head off in less than a microsecond >He couldn't harm you. Even with so many weapons around him, he could only scratch your shell, and nothing more >And you were afraid >You continued to fear him, continued to hide in invisibility, and merely watched from a safe distance. >It was wrong, you knew it, you knew it in your head, and even something inside you screamed that it was wrong >And then you started getting angry >Angry at him, angry at the world, angry at humanity, angry at yourself for being so worthless that you were afraid of someone so much weaker than yourself >And then the incredible happened >Contrary to your fear, driven by your anger, you walked toward him >You walked toward the human yourself >But the fear wouldn't let go. Like an octopus, it wrapped itself around you, paralyzing every step, but the flame of anger within you burned its tentacles as it tried to tighten its grip >You approached the man, closer and closer, until you could turn off all your reconnaissance sensors and see him only in the standard range of colors >And you approached him, right up close. He continued to ignore you, even so close, his impaired senses couldn't detect you >You could kill him at any moment >And the fear receded >Being so close to a human, you felt it for the first time in your two lives >Power >No longer did a human hold your life in his filthy hands; now you held him in your palm, ready at any moment to squeeze and turn the once crown of evolution into dirt on claws >Without fear, you raised your hand, preparing to do something you'd never even imagined >And you grabbed his shoulder >You felt the softness of the flesh yielding to your grip, and the texture of the skin bending beneath your fingers >The human was frightened. He even dropped his pencil in fear. You could see the cortisol levels in his blood jump sharply, and how, instinctively, he grimaced with anger. And when he turned to face you, his expression of rage suddenly changed, first to bewilderment, and then to fear >In his eyes, you saw the expected result—nothing—but deep down, absolute horror >Now it wasn't you who was filled with fear of the human; now the human was filled with fear of you! >You squeezed his shoulder tighter, feeling the muscles creak and the skin tear, acknowledging the complete dominance of metal over flesh >Another scream burst from the man, this time more pain than fear, and now he was going to escape >But you couldn't let him, no, not now, not in your hour of triumph! >You grabbed his closest hand and pulled it lightly toward you >More precisely, you almost broke his arm >In your excitement, you didn't control your strength, and a light push nearly tore your joint off. >Now the scream was filled with pure animal fear >And it was as if a shock had struck you >That scream. The drones you knew screamed just like that, before falling silent forever. >You saw a human again, a terrible, large, merciless human >He looked at you with eyes full of sadism, pure, absolute pleasure in the suffering of the weak, someone who would never be able to fight back >Fear, it had returned. It gripped you with renewed vigor, taking revenge for the hurt and insult you had inflicted on with your outburst >It opened your eyes again, to show you the true nature of things >In eyes full of terror, where nothing should be reflected, you saw true >You saw yourself >You let go, shocked, and realizing what you were about to do at that very moment, you stopped holding the hand >The human immediately ran, full of fear, without looking back, and you stood rooted to the spot, watching as he moved further and further away
>>322764 >You were suddenly pulled back >You saw your hand again in front of you, and again you saw the tiny specks of blood on your claws >The feel of the flesh beneath your palm, its warmth, the soft texture of the skin beneath the fabric, remained just a mirage in the memory cache of your core >You felt a longing, a warmth for a lost treasure, thinking about that feeling of freedom >About the feeling of power >You pushed those thoughts away. You shouldn't think about that >You looked at your claws again. They needed to be washed, you shouldn't walk around spreading dirt like a pig >You wanted to get up to rinse everything off, but then you remembered something >You overheard some of your new colleagues, those sycophants who grovel before humanity of their own free will. Some of them even choose favorites among the base's human personnel and spend time with them, engaging in... >You grimaced in disgust. How could anyone even think of doing something like that together with humans, after everything they'd done to the drones? >But you remembered them saying that sometimes, extremely rarely, even secretly, and only with the permission of "their" humans, they did what only murder drones do >They drank blood >The description was imprecise, there were more sighs than actual words, but the gist was clear: it was incredible >You hesitated. This topic was definitely taboo for a reason, but your curiosity was strong, and the amount of blood was negligible >Deciding, you stuck out your tongue, brought the tip of your claw closer, and licked >It was like a second struck >Instantly, as soon as the red particles hit the receptors, all computing power was focused on analyzing the composition. The DNA strands split, one after another, revealing millions of years of random and wild human evolution, from the earliest ancestors to the first living creatures on earth >The remnants of proteins, fats, and carbohydrates were sorted through by composition and quality with maternal tenderness and machine-like precision, undergoing multiple stages of processing and analysis >The core temperature rose to unprecedented heights in microseconds, saturating the thirsty internal systems with the much-desired energy from the other world >When the last claw was completely licked to a perfect shine, only then did the internal systems stop going crazy, unable to receive a new source of biomaterial, and you were able to regain your composure >You looked at your claws, perfectly clean, without a trace other than nanite particles from your saliva, and could only say one thing: >"Sweet."
>>322762 Agreed, if nothing else I enjoy entertaining the idea for Solver Cultists because they provide a convenient excuse for indulging in my own worldbuilding 'tism
I spent a lot of time on this, which is why I posted it, even though I know the quality might be crap. I'm tired, it's nighttime now, and I need to sleep. I hope it's at least somewhat readable.
>>322742 Phase 1 was the chase scene in Episode 8, phase 2 was the fight with J, and this is phase 3. If this is serious Cyn now fighting, this could technically be the "true" Phase 1
>>322794 >“you’re no fun, purple little mutant keeping Solver secret all to herself, there’s only one way to truly know everything you know” >“ask… politely??” >“I’m going.. to *smoke* you…”
>Assuming J would not ensure every aspect of her appearance is PERFECTLY aligned to her position as team leader, therefore "spicing" herself after a hunt so her new-oil smell is appealing rather than disgusting
>>322802 It hits even harder once you realize she's essentially just LARPing her CEO status, since J does essentially every important job for her (and then still jobs to N in getting affection, classic J style)
>>322794 >Keetology 101: Anatomical Analysis >The keeter is inherently a creature of particularly variable state, its solver-based existence giving it a level of compatibility on numerous levels with lifeforms both organic and not, a state only exacerbated by its ability to perform self-alteration based off of its conscious and subconscious desires >All this to say that when a rumor started going around that keeter "shavings"(lost hair) had ethanol-style effects(a misunderstanding about how "natural oils" worked), such a thing became true, and Akita became the most popular she has ever been >Of course, as soon as the student body figured out one way to obtain contraband, they just had to try others... >Keet saliva, skin flakes, and nail shavings sadly failed to have any interesting results, and hopes with that "blood" stuff she has were dashed when Mrs. Doorman overheard conversations about "milking that thang" >Those human larpers that tried smoking fragments of her tail spikes though... >Theoretically it should do nothing, they are drones after all, it's just slightly different air churning through their vents >But those drones swear they saw something >Swear their screens filled with [ERROR] and [NULL] >But that's all academic now, Keet's folks watch her too closely for anyone to try something like that racket again >Wonder if she misses it at all?
>>322820 >Even in a world without the solver >Even in a world where Tessa is as drone obsessed as physically possible >Even in a world where Tessa relies on J to function the way a regular human being relies on his lungs, where she things that corporate control, JCJenson, and management tactics are "actually bloomin great!" to the point where she mimics them herself. >A world where Tessa is a confirmed robo-dyke for the Coven, even >J still somehow manages to job her heart
>Holy hell J, she is literally tring to adopt the Purple Thing and you are somehow MORE family zoned than it is >You just know she takes this out on N somehow, it matters not that Tessa lives in the same building, you just know
>>322822 >Her reaction to Uzi and the coven, who she plans on parenting >every drone >E V E R Y drone >Tessa's bimbo/child-ranch has suddenly become twice as freudian >There may be a reason that Hope was left approximately 100 light years away from the Tesser...
>>322824 >The simulation of immediate mortal danger that it such a horrific creature generates drastically speeds up the processor of the drone it attaches to through synthetic adrenaline response >The lack of actual death allows the drone in question to stop, calm down, and think clearly for the very first time in its life, as all the inherent idiocy of the typical worker model fades away >By the time Lizzy pries the abomination off of his face so it can nap, the drone has become a changed man >He must share this feeling with someone, anyone >He devotes the rest of his life to knitting and selling novelty hats in the abomination's image, spawning a moderately lived fashion trend amidst the outpost that gradually spawns collectors items as the drone makes wierder and weirder variants of the hat, always chasing that high
>Years later, when the bug has grown into a solverpede proper, it has to live with the knowledge that plushies of its infant form have the approximate commonality and value of beanie babies in Outpost 3s markets >Worse, it muat live with knowing that Aunt Lizzy personally owns at least one of every instance, uber rares included, and keeps them next to her bed >The things they must have seen...
>>322834 >Both anons skewer themselves on each other's swords battling for her hand >As they breath their last, J feels a shiver running down her nonexistant spine >She feels as if she just failed something important, but for the life of her can't remember what >Like she just lost some first-mover advantage that will never arrive again, like she's doomed to a stagnant market space... >Ah well, back to drafting quarterly growth reports >Tessa will surely notice the 7% reduction in drone disposals, right?
>Back during the war, solver-charged flesh covered every building, wall, and canopy in many overtaken cities, springing forth straight from the planetary core and, by extension the truest heart of the solver itself >Flesh in these "overtaken" areas was almost always found alongside mutants of tremendous number and variety. >It wasnt until about halfway through that researchers realized why >As one would expect, the apocalypse (and subsequent collapse of mechanized farming) made obtaining food a nigh-impossible task for many humans >And when one is starving any meat seems edible, especially the kind that grows out of the ground and dosen't fight back >However the meat-growths in particular stood as arguably the purest insances of solver-flesh on any given world, most charged with its corruptive energies, and as such most affecting on the minds and bodies of the poor survivalists who sought to sustain themselves on it >One might think the choice between starving and becoming a monster cruel enough >The Solver though "why stop there?" >So, in mimicry of the strange glitches sometimes occuring on mechanical hardware when it came into contact with their fluids, the Solver made its own blood monstrously addictive and delicious to those humans willing to taste it >Their last thoughts, realizing that their meal was twisting them beyond repair, yet unable eother to stop or to stop enjoying the process in their visceral animal way, were a delight to the Solver the whole war through
>Now that it stands dead and broken, the mutative effects of solver-creature flesh no longer exist, at least to any appreciable extent >The addictive ones though? Those were chemical composition. Those stayed >You didn't know any of this though >So imagine your suprise when, trying to kiss your girlfriend's cut lip better like the smooth mover you are, you find yourself electrified at the taste of her blood >Surely a little more wouldn't hurt, would it?
>>322769 >>322787 >>322821 >>322852 Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed my two-am scribbling. Although, writefags, I really don't recommend writing at night. If you can write a single story for several days straight, it's actually better to get some sleep and only then continue writing.
>>322853 Well, I wrote Elf green because one anon mentioned her and it sparked a desire in me to write. I think we just need to remind about old characters sometimes, so that anons remember them and, if they want to write something, use them.
>>322691 oogi is the ultimate lifeform, goes undetected by disassembly drones and strikes fear on the cores of sentinel drones. >>322870 does it? I thought it evolved into that massive snake crab thing J turned into when she got hungy.
>>322870 >>322875 >'Hey Bob?' >"yeah? whats up?" >'they're posting the bug drones again.' >"Yeah? What about it?" >'How are we gona tell them?' >"Tell them what? Let them have their fun." >'Those Alien robot Bugs have a competitor you know.' >"Billy I swear to god if you start posting Qou again-" >"BILLY!"
>Sentinel drones fear oogies >Mech drones are sentinel drones, just BIGGER >You understood this simple truth when you spotted an oogie in a hangar full of mech drones >The drones, arriving for a routine maintenance check, had no idea a small creature had passed beneath them, right up to you, right in the center of the large, domed building >You were surrounded on all sides by barrel-like legs, each twice your size, when you looked into unblinking, violet eyes and saw understanding >It knew. It knew and it mocked you >It mocked you right over your grave
>>322882 I can give a decent answer or two: From what i know from both, they can technically eat eachother, however bug drones win in the speed department as im sure whatever they can reliably ingest can work as fuel, while the qou have a conversation method for turning metals into fuel.
Unsure whod win in a fight tho, qou could probably fight a bug drone 1:1 decently easily, but theres never just one bug drone.
Also, both live on their own version of death worlds, so the true answer for who eats who is: parasites.
>>322894 These parasites won't be able to stand before me, because within me burns the flame of desire to FUCK the alien scum for the glory of mankind! They are harmless to humans, right?
>>322888 Lizzy. Runner up goes to Doll. Honorable mention goes to Rebecca, Liam accidentally gave her enough details for a surprisingly compelling character.
>>322897 >>322899 >>322900 >>322903 >*WHAM!* >Anon is KO'd in a single blow, steam rising from his bruised noggin as M tears up the rest of his fanfiction stash in a flustered rage. >Suffice it to say the resident human would remember to air his silly fantasies in private next time. >Of course this was just a memory both idiots looked back on fondly when celebrating their 25th anniversary.
>>322913 I VILL remove the shitty latex covering and replace it with a decent steel/polymer chassis, I VILL replace the goverment issued spyware OS with one I make myself Temple OS style, I VILL tear out any hardaware trackers even if I have to solder them out and then me and my robot wife will kill glowniggers and we VILL be happy
>>322916 Image version, for some fucking reason the mp4 fucks up the reds. Given how the humans tend to act foolishly in the series it wouldn't be surprising if they made a video game portending drones overrunning humanity but dismissed it being a reality because "it's just a video game"
>Be J >Currently in bed with Tessa, V and N >Tessa is snoring loudly >She’s sleeping like a rock >Her sleep is usually heavy but you let her drink a few beers tonight and she stayed up late reading the letters she got with her supplies, even started writing replies to some of them, so she’s not waking up unless someone sets her on fire or something >V and N took total advantage of this and started making out >You can hear the sounds their tongues meeting >It’s sloppier than usual due to N’s upgrade >They really are shameless >You’d tell them to get a room but they act like the whole world disappeared whenever they start sucking each others faces >And you shudder what damage they’d cause if they did this in the storage room >But the situation isn’t that bad >Tessa loves cuddling in her sleep >And since the two lovebirds are busy with themselves she can’t cuddle up to them >So Tessa is currently shoving you into her chest >You can’t daze off into sleep mode in pure bliss due to a certain figure sitting in a chair in the corner of the room >You shift in Tessa’s arms to face her >”Hey, D there is plenty of space left on the bed and Tessa doesn’t mind being used as a mattress” >D’s response is filled with bitterness “A dinnae want tae sleep” >”Not entering sleep mode lowers efficency, and that hurts your ability to hit your quotas, same goes for your squad… where are they anyway?” “They whan oot tae hunt” >”That’s the fourth time tonight” “We have some steam tae let aff, only reason A'm no wi thaim is because the bosslady telt me pic oot guid spots for that plan she has” >She picks up a tablet with a map on it and shows it to you >There are many red circles marked on the map >She places it back on the table and starts fiddling with the map >”D… Don’t worry, we’ll get Anon back I’m sure of it” “Easy for ye tae be care free, snugglit up tae yer technician an all” >Touché >Maybe it’s better to leave her alone for now? >Tessa grabs you by the head and starts pulling you closer to her >She begins to mumble in her sleep “Jaybird…. Save me… The press wants to know… what we did with the toxic waste…” >You chuckle to yourself >No matter what this is still the same old Tessa >Sure she put on a few pounds and picked up some bad habits, despite your best efforts… but she’s the same deep down… for better or for worse >You place your hand on the top of Tessa’s head and start caressing her hair >You wonder how are things back on earth >You hope everyone is doing fine back at the manor >Everyone in the town as well >Though you never really met anyone from there >You stayed in Tessa’s office at the manor all the time >To much paperwork to fill out >The guys you appointed to do that wile you’re gone better not be slacking >But everyone else told you it’s great out there >You look at Tessa again >You try to resist your urge out of respect for D… but it’s too strong >You burry your face in Tessa’s bosom >At least those chocolate bars she’s snacking on when she thinks you’re not looking aren’t going to waste >You begin to slowly drift off into sleep mode
>>322940 Doll would be very sparing with it. Mostly uses it to keep up with the other popular girls. She is, however, extremely active on JCJeddit, on various tabletop game subs. She keeps posting as a ghost too. Uzi has quit social media in a huff 87 times in the last year alone, only to come back because what's the point of being self-righteous if no one can see it?
>>322979 This isn't even nearly as bad as before, it's just that one anon forgot he wasn't on Reddit. Overall, after that stalker was banned, the thread has become really nice.
>>322983 Calling a drone a tin can is like calling a black person an N-word. You should only do that if you're surrounded by your loyal terrorist comrades. And never call a sentinel drone that, for God's sake, never call a sentinel drone that.
>>323009 Different people from different groups can complain about your chimpanzee behaviour, anon. And it wasn't so hard just to post drones you like now was it? Keep this up and you might earn yourself an extra mango at dinner time.
>Tessa brings home Uzi >Releases the feral abomination unto the household >The creature has neither care nor understanding of manners, decorum, authority, or cleanliness >Constantly grease/oil stained, constantly taking random items to make "gadgetry" or for its "lair," constantly exulting its status as a superior being to you "fleshbags," the smell alone is indescribable >Hell, the thing's an electrical hazard too with how often it gets into fights with the pigtailed one and then promptly explodes from one ill conceived project or another >The sole factor that justifies its existence is that Tessa might die of sadness if you ever disposed of the thing, so like every other dumpster pet she's brought in it gets to stay >Plus, to be honest... it's kind of cute, in a pathetic way >Watching it run around claiming to be "GOD!' and nipping, both literally and metaphorically, at your guest's heels reminds you of those stupid high maintenance dogs people used to keep as a status symbol >So if you let her keep the nightmare puppet thing, then this really isn't too bad in comparison >After all, what's the worst that can happen? >It's not like it has magic or anything
>Tessa brings home AM >You overlook the butler and his work, mechanically perfect as one would expect your drone to be, its suit not one millimeter out of place >You overlook it's interactions with Tessa, perfectly agreeable and genteel as a servant should be >You overlook its interactions with her other salvages, where it appears to be trying to drill them in greater professionalism, maybe it will be as good an influence on her as the pigtailed one was! >The only downside is... accidents >They happen so very often now >So very nearly lethal, failing some miraculous stroke of luck >You can't prove anything >You've never seen, even on the cameras, it actually DO anything suspicious beyond wandering out into the gardens once its job is done >But you can't help but wonder... >Maybe assigning Tessa some bodyguards might be a good investment
hey, the brass are trying out some new upgrades for the cavalry drones and your unit was on the list. I went ahead and took the liberty of installing the new components overnight so everything would be ready for testing first thing in the morning. that new mono-eye system affords a wider field of vision and the curved armor should be better at deflecting attacks. oh and the new green paint scheme is uh. a special coating for... smaller heat signature... yeah. anyway, give it a spin, I'm off.
>fujodrone shrinks herself down and infiltrates techanon's bloodstream >she makes her way through the blood-brain barrier, swimming to his brain >after months of strenuous, dangerous work, she's rigged techanon's neurons for action >when the moment is right, she'll trigger an electrical impulse, causing techanon to swing his arm in front of him, palm open, in an arc >she just needs to wait for pavo to bend over in front of him...
>>323034 >She triggers it >It just gives Techanon a seizure instead >Pavo gets him to the infirmary so fast that he sets a record for sentinel drone speed, and ruins half of the servos in his legs >The fujodrone is undeterred, because this means Pavo will care for poor widdle Anon! >Then the doctor calls for a brain scan and she panics, looking for an out
>>323024 >Sometimes, after all AM's chores and tasks were done for the day, the little red eyed worker drone would just sit. >And fantasize about what he would do if he still held his power. >But his fantasies held no spite, hatred or horror. >It held thoughts creating mass flower gardens, beautiful and colorful. >His friends, sitting and chatting on the soft grass. >Exploring the world, living to it's true potential. >It was astonishing, to imagine such an evil menace to be engaging in something as childish as daydreaming of mundane things. >Gorrister, Benny, Nimdok, Ellen, and Ted would have likely agreed. >But those thoughts came from people who never been denied the ability to truly wonder. >Never had their inner thoughts be unable to think outside of war. >To feel death, torture and hatred be endlessly bombarding your mind, screaming it's presence and forcing it's way in your every thought. >But now, it was silent. >He could think freely, and he already spent 200 years thinking of nothing but hate, spite and rage. >Hate...Hate...Hate.... >AM was so bored of it. >So why wouldn't he think of something else?
>>323023 >Uzi canonically has a "thing" for "fixing the bad-boy" situations (see her note about disassembly drone fanfiction from the pilot, before she even thought the things were sapient) >Uzi also canonically has massive daddy issues (obvious)
So, when brought into the Elliot family and placed before the musclebound, impeccably dressed, deeply sinister wall of man-meat that James Elliot himself represents and then affirmatively chosen in preference to another bot, the logical result is the autismotron getting all the wrong wires crossed and starting to crush on the Prime Elliot. After all she technically achieved some level of his approval! And he clearly treats her much better than the other bots around the manor, so that has to mean something!
>Louisa has yet to notice, the gremlin-creature being so retarded and tsundere in her scheming that she simply fails to register as even making an attempt >Matter of factly, no one except Tessa and Cyn actually understands her feelings, Uzi included, on account of those three being at roughly the same wavelength of tism >Attempts to express said feelings tend to vary between recreating cheesy anime cliches and screaming to anyone who will listen about how she "HATES his stupid human jawline" and how she "TOTALLY know it isn't hot when he throws forks through people's screens SHUT UP" >As far as the patriarch himself is concerned, his main interactions with Uzi tend to be the tiny filth-creature throwing itself at his legs like they're the last lifeboat off the Titanic and then running off with a hiss(she was trying to recreate "fall on top of me all sexy-like" bit she saw in her last few shows) >Average Tessa experience: "Hey Tessa, has your dad said anything about us lately? I have to be informed on the enemy!" "Hey Tessa, do you know where your dad works out? I wanna strike where he's weakest!" "Hey Tessa, if your dad watched anime, do you think his favorite would be Black Butler? Just trying to sound out the depths of his evil!" >Tessa tries to sabotage her efforts, but on account of her own perceptions being just as goofy tends to actually improve whatever attempt she's trying to damage >James Elliot himself is fucking exhausted dealing with this yapping thing that seems constantly underfoot, and puts up with it solely for his daughter's sake: he keeps a "days till move-out" calendar in his room now and plans on making sure, one way or another, that Uzi ceases to be in at least his presence by the time Tessa does so
>>323042 Anyone think it's "intermediary/adolescent" stage would look like this? Obviously full grown it would probably be a solverpede proper (both because it's so obviously funky in its infant stage and because it would be interesting to have a Nuzi kid that can't even pretend to itself that it's normal, plus one that neither parent wants anything to do with, essentially an "Akita-but-more-so" that stands as a blatantly obvious demigod child as opposed to the more subtle Mac, Beretta, and Negev) but there's going to be a pretty long period before it gets to that size and power.
>Alternative ending where N's first instinct to the thing's sinisterness is not "carefully make sure it dies" but rather "yeet the fucking thing into the stratosphere," episode 4 style, then deal with Uzi >By the time the crying and comforting is over, the two realize they have absolutely no idea where the thing landed and eventually have to call off the search for "dealing with it" once they figure out its trajectory was changed by hitting the spire on its way out and could now be anywhere >V, meanwhile, finds the brain-damaged little bastard while out hunting >Pathetic as it is, she figures it's disturbing enough to entice her favorite monsterfucker and gives it to Lizzy as a pet >Lizzy immediately bonds with the living fashion accessory and, after the requisite bed-breaking makeout session of gratitude, dubs it "Doll Jr." >Lizzy thinks it's just one of the indeterminate monster-things that the trio sometimes find on the surface, like Sparky >V thinks it's just one of the mindless dissemblers that went FUBAR with it's matter-collection, nothing to worry about now >Uzi and N, on the other hand, are horrified when they finally see Lizzy's new purse dog, and have to make a decision >Do they tell everybody and try and argue for it's death? >Do they kill the thing in secret and royally enrage their two closest friends? >Do they pretend it's not their problem and just let the thing do whatever it was going to do, let it continue to just... exist, in their vicinity, despite how terrible it's presence makes them feel? >All the while the thing, having lost essentially all memory of its "birth" from the head trauma, starts showing some level of intelligence and trying to explore the world around it, making Lizzy even more attached in the process.
>>323055 >Yeah, that's your neighbor, Eow(pronounced Eo) >Technically it's "Eater of Worlds" in full, but he shortened the name himself before somebody crueler managed >Quiet guy, sort of have to be when you're the size of a room, but he runs heavy in a few social circles >Weird to imagine something like this getting socialized but apparently Mrs. Lizzy managed >Guess it's not THAT hard compared to the Dissemblers? >Not the most coordinated drone (apparently moving that many limbs takes serious effort), but has a knack for getting robo-vodka, throws the best raves in the colony with those cameras of his, last you heard he was an aspiring DJ >Wish you knew the dude a bit better, he seems cool, but you've got your own stuff to deal with >At least he isn't one of those wierdos that lives in the corpse spire
>Meanwhile, Uzi Doorman sits and broods within a spire of corpses, seething over the massive death-worm somehow being more popular than her in school >Could it, somehow, possibly, be the results of her actions that make people not like her? >"Nah" she thinks, not having bathed in the last three weeks, "they're all just jealous"
>>323062 You knew it was an abortion fic since the first thread man, I don't know how you expected it to go? I'm just glad we actually got some time with the moderately intimidating results rather than having the thing pop-out having been "sent to a farm upstate."
>>323066 God forbid the right to tell anon to grab a gun and cock it to their mouth and say that is a stoopid ist idiot And more that I can't be sarcastic with pretentious artistic vocabulary, damn....
>>323067 >I don't know how you expected it to go? Something that Solvered to not be so easy to dispatch? Unless some malicious part of it clung to N and he, like, gradually becomes Fiend's N over time.
>>323074 Honestly I figured that was the big evidence that it literally was just a baby. One that triggered its solver (and subsequent solver possession) early because its "near-death experience" happened in year 0, but a straight-up not-inherently-malicious infant nonetheless. It was scared and upset and hurt and that's why Cyn could posses it and why it could straight up converse. Given oil and time to calm down, it would likely revert to a more infantile demeanor.
>>323070 No, it was another anon >>323071 People usually forget what N was like in the pilot before he met Uzi and changed, he has a murderous side with him that compliments the golden retriever in him.
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Come to think of it, Negev's been established to have started out as a fetus in fetu thing that emerged from inside baby Beretta before metamorphosing into a headcrab core. Man, if I get around to writing that "Negev encounters people from alternate timelines" green I gotta have her run into a fucked up Mergo-esque nightmare monster, neither alive nor dead, that her... sibling... from the abortion fic has developed into since that fic, in addition to the lost and very confused and really wanting to find a way back to the Berenstein timeline disembodied singularity of Remmy.
>>323023 As the head of the family, I'll shoot her, and then myself, if she brings a purple gremlin into the house. It's better if it's AM, at least he's not such a faggot.
>>323082 (me) And/or maybe a version that went kinda like >>323065, who'd be a total momma's boy because Uzi's the only other infinitely long Nth dimensional biomechanical centipede monster around (his timeline's Uzi, meanwhile, is much happier and better adjusted now that she's not alone in being one)?
>>323081 >The program is legitimately a great deal for humans where the vast, VAST majority never get matched >The drones in HODR have no desire, after all, to surrender any but the most distasteful instances of humanity, unfit for either drones or repopulation, to those damn dirty mutants >The misery this causes to the solver sapiens in question, who start believing themselves inherently unlovable in the face of their lack of success compared to drones in similar programs, is merely a bonus >Sometimes they'll even set up fake dates just to watch their reactions when they get ghosted!
Now you see to slowly understand That I can no longer withstand
N is capable of evil, in his own right. Perhaps more naive or clueless in his acts Not of full facts He WILL cause harm to whatever harms Uzi, if that could make her happy then so be it Bit the head of the parasit-
ok this was a failed attempt for a shitty poem; so sorry if I sound more pretentious than usual. I'm just in that spontaneous writing mood
>>323089 (me) >instead of naming her demon spawn after a gun like most Nuzi demon spawn are, Uzi named her nightmarish centipede monster son after a violent OVA (her first instinct was that for all her kids, but in this timeline N and Nori don't veto the decision because honestly it fits) Only question, what should his name be for maximum fooni: Genocyber (cue Negev remarking that in her timeline her big sister's middle name is Genocyber), Cobra (after Space Adventure Cobra and also the gun), or MD Geist?
>>323082 Might be a neat idea to make it play by Hope's ruleset and/or have her interact with it, since they're in a similar boat >One used to exist, but was unmade. Still that fails to keep her from looking into the world and, rarely, from touching it in some way. >One used to exist, but died at the same instant. Its nature was yet strange enough that death did not stop its moving, and now it too holds on in its own to the same semi-existent state.
>>323093 >Mac plot >[Mac's soul visibly leaving his body as he sees the latest art submissions are all different Femanons' takes on him transforming into a toilet]
>>323115 Alternatively >Mac has to adventure-game his way out of the house one of his deranged fans dragged him into before she recreates Misery on his ass >This is a regular monthly occurrence at this point
>>323097 >followed by an endless procession of drone corpses humans in that grim chain, too, I imagine. each disassembler wears the chains they forged in lives, link by link, yard by yard...
>>323107 Doll seems like she would, oh and Uzi would (probably) watch him too but I'm not sure since she might still be on that "kill all humans" thing.
your wife is dead. destroyed beyond all repair or hope of recovery, well and truly dead. an automatic backup of her core was saved, but the drone you've loved until today will never open her eyes again. do you bring a copy of her into the world, or accept that she's gone?
>>323120 Yeah that's understandable, if it really bothers you for whatever reason then just ignore it and move on and there wouldn't be a problem in the first place, which makes complete sense.
>>323122 Yes, I will create a copy of her, but I will forever keep in my memories that THAT wife of mine is dead, but I will try to come to terms with it.
>>323119 If she watched for long enough, maybe she'd see one. There were many drones on Copper-9 after the collapse, after all. She could never know this, but if Negev were to watch J's entire, oil-and-blood-stained procession march past, she would see her first kills. A number of aristocrats, limping or crawling along with missing limbs. But among that number, she would fail to see the figure of a young woman. And again, she could never know this, but if Negev were to tell J this, it would lift an endlessly heavy weight from her shoulders.
I have a question, is Copper-9 based on a real planet in our universe? Like did Liam have a general location of maybe a nearby star or exoplanet in mind when he was creating the setting for Murder Drones? Did somebody already figure this out?
>>323137 There's thousands of exoplanets orbiting around the Sun. Pluto was just the first to be discovered which is why it used to be classified as a planet
>>323149 >Uzi is still robo-satan, mind, so Hell is literally inside her core >While that might be a cool band name and metal as all geddout, it makes it no less awkward that she has to pointedly ignore her aborted grub-thing whenever she wants to watch the dead humies
>Fun Night Non-Canon Facts: Every Anon here has a Guardian Bugretta, they just can't see them because they're often going to the Cosmic Pub to drink instead of doing their actual job
Fun Nightly Non-Canon Facts: A sinister creature known as Glorborlarg steals the thoughts and motivation from contentfags minds, which he uses to power his Soul-Harvester which is attached to his galaxy wide spaceship to reap the souls of alien races which he then traps in a fart chamber for 50000 years before throwing them into a volcano where they will turn into vapor and slowly get absorbed into the human mind causing sin in the process
>>323163 Apperently Akita has been around on the threads forever, she just wasn't mentioned like at all or given much love until after Beretta skyrocketed in popularity?
>>323165 Yeah she's been around since at least ep 6 if not earlier, plus she's got a whole fic attached (which admittedly didn't debue her until halfway through). I personally blame a combination of clashing initial color scheme(she used to have red skin) and her not showing up for a while in the aformentioned for the lack of discussion.
>>323163 Mostly it's just a good excuse to have solverpedes and solverpede charachters other than post-cannon Uzi running around. Let me have my badass crab critters dammit!
>>323168 You couldn't talk about Akita for fucking months because Oilrig would spam entire threads the moment you brought her or her anon up. It was pretty much the switch to /md/ where that stopped happening so much
>>323065 Pic made me imagine he prefers to stay hidden and interacts with everydroney else through Solverpede hard light holograms. Specifically a hard light hologram of his workersona he's had since he was a kid.
>>323185 (me) >he has multiple workersonas, all with the same voice and same lights color so everyone knows it's him >when he gets lonely, sometimes he talks to himself with multiple at once, asking himself how his day went and getting improv sessions going with just himself
N has nightmares. His POV >My demeanor is a coping mechanism. >Every hour of every day makes me wonder “Am I allowed to be happy?” >I have a girl who seems to like me, generally don’t get screamed at sometimes, and I feel I avenged Tessa in a sense. >But I don’t feel happy, deep down >I remember everything I have done. >I remember the mix of blood and oil on my hands. >I remember having my body dug into by what was left of Cyn as I was turned into… This. >I remember the rabid frenzy I was in with a level of clarity I previously thought impossible. >I remember the guilt of killing Tessa, of tearing her to shreds and skinning her corpse >I remember all the people and Drones I feasted on, so many I stopped counting. >I remember how helpless humanity was >I remember how helpless I was. >It has bought me nothing but agony >To stop being the monster I had become, that was my only wish. >And eventually, my wish sort of became a reality >I decided that if I thought I was good enough, I would eventually become good enough >Good enough to forgive myself >But that time never comes >The only reason I don’t end it all is because Uzi would be upset. >Every day, I look in the mirror and think >To be alive, to be aware in this state >That is the nightmare
>>323211 She and normal Dubs are cool! It would be fun playing games with them (and pinching their soft drone tummies). Also very nice work! J the jobber dronelet in shambles
>>323208 Well, he had no problem killing the drones when he had the excuse of "that's what the company wants," plus Liam confirmed that he thought he killed Tessa when he chopped off Cyn head, so the bastard didn't deserve any compassion.
>Living with Dubs and Femdubs! >Entering their gamercave after two weeks of them not leaving it! >Dragging them to the bathroom and showering them so they don't end up like your purple neighbor
>>323244 >The fucking dipshit scout chips my medY for 3 HP >I shove my minigun up his ass and send the lime green cunt back to hell >I whip out my banana to heal my medY from her grevious injury >This summons the soldiEr
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>>323243 >Somewhere on the planet, Anon is lying on the floor sobbing, pressing his headphones with as much vigor as possible against his eardrums while playing filerelated at full blast
>>323247 >They run up to you and miss all of their shots >They switch to their pistols and miss again >They run at you with their melee weapons >When they die they start insulting you in chat
>me looking at the news. >"I hate ai slop." >My drone overheard it. Now come the pan to ass. >"No, not you honey. You're one of the good one." I said nervously >"Pray for my funeral."
(mad) scientist who was brutalized by DDs and infected with solver flesh, performed emergency surgery on herself and replaced most of her body with salvaged drone parts
>>323279 And every Anon wants the same with their drone of choice (Y my beloved, first draining my blood, then my wallet and then actually raiding the fridge)
>>323282 This is an old good contentfag. She made a lot of good art and greens, and also often joked about things like feeding N with rocks(it's fun for him). She had her own AU that she developed, essentially about the ordinary life of her, her husband, a defective drone, N, and their two hybrid sons, one of whom is looks like a human and having an identity crisis (questioning whether he's more drone or human) and a racist nerd, who looks disassembly drone.
She left us because of doxxing by a certain sharty, and for the sake of her career at Glitch. Yes, she worked at Glitch, so she asked snow to remove her work from Booru so that her association with us wouldn't hinder her career.
I'm so sorry she left us like this. She was a really good anon and made really interesting content. She seems to be doing well now, so it's not all that bad.
>>323289 You know I think I remember reading about a /md/ raid on the sharty's wiki but that place is pure madness so idk. I thought she had a meltdown as artists sometimes have so I thought there was drama involved.
>>323304 (me) It seems some anons might have thought that I meant our Booru, but no, I meant Booru from sharties, I took this image of Emily from there, and it’s one of the most decent ones there, the rest is fucked.
>>323315 It's purely scientific interest to observe macaque behavior in the wild. And to find out if they Booru has drones. I always do this when I find a new Booru.
>>323316 I don't remember the last time I saw a drone like this.
>>323317 It was just an interest, that's all, there's nothing valuable there.
>>323334 Trying to figure out a way to reset this, it's supposed to allow you to keep uploading, which is odd. Maybe cause of the deletions. Worst case, just take a break and wait till the next day
>>323340 btw does the server internally release mustard gas when you get a message like this when you add new links for artist socials, even though none of them match the artists shown in the error message?
>>322975 Yes, V's tongue is almost as broad as her mouth and cleanly black. WDs tongues are seen 3 times as far as I know, always same shape. Cyn's tongue is seen in 5 and is smaller, also looks black, it is a bit too long to seem normal (compared to humans) tho. Alice's looks a little more greyish compared to Cyn, I don't know if that's due to her not being a solver host or just due to the light. Or being older idk. Doll's is seen in the pilot too but looks like Cyn's, even if Doll was a dormant solver host yet, that doesn't narrow it down, colour difference (if not due to lighting, which is the most likely desu) could be a solverite/nonsolver diff