Humanity will never forget the horror Tessa brought upon it. She is guilty of the deaths of many billions, and her name will be forever forgotten, her soul forever tormented for the sin she committed.
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>>325187 >Humanity will never forget the horror Tessa brought upon it. She is guilty of the deaths of many billions, and her name will be forever forgotten, her soul forever tormented for the sin she committed. Tessa, we know you wrote this you crazy J-horror ghost bitch.
Tessa did nothing wrong! By the way any of you guys like drones a lot are only moderetly overweight? Tessa wants to cash in some good CEO points, showering at least once a day is mandatory
>>324854 >>324865 Wait your telling me bunny and vicious each have their own art website and nobody dropped a link? Man I'd love to see and check it out.
Image:176937462649.png(387kB, 732x817)tessa james elliot and beauregard (murder drones) drawn by bunny - f46cbd25cb9b3d62d6900c2d22caee65.png
>>325197 >Tessa finally cashes in all the good CEO points she accrued on Copper-9 >Asks J to set her up with a human date, just out of sheer curiosity (and because it had the highest price point attached for some reason) >J grabs the single richest, least drone-like, most famously disagreeable suitor on the market >They hit it off immediately >J's face when she sees pic related
Image:176937519854.png(1.30MB, 3138x2670)uzi doorman, serial designation n, akita doorman, and colt doorman (original character and 1 more) drawn by lilblucat - 0fdb7784b84549dc9f7d8b2676cfb80a.png
>>325202 >Colt seething and coping and malding that they're trying to get his little brother to loredump the family drama instead of him >He literally has a 5 point presentation complete with image demonstrations loaded onto his processor at all times about how dysfunctional they are >It's how he does stress relief when he sees his mom pretending the "Golden Path" requires her to institute the "pledge of allegiance to Uzi" in school again
>>325210 That's how they get you. The Deluxe Ns are always on sale. The breeding mounts and nanite-safe nut storage tanks are where JCJenson makes its money.
>>325223 I do not care for the video essay, but the drone is cute thus I will tell the narrator that he is a shit DM, his railroaded story sucks, hijack his game and go on a nice sandbox adventure with the cute drone princess where we deal with low CR monsters that haunt her relam while we do our best to bring it back to it's former glory Very nice drawing friend
Image:176937673539.jpg(255kB, 1036x776)tessa james elliot (murder drones) - 64c9a981d4e79278cd10e9338e3b4d5e.jpg
>>325224 >Unfortunately the gene-therapies of the year 3000 are so extensive and effective that "grotesquely obese" is now "a full 10% over optimal volumes of body fat" >Are [you] man enough to work yourself into shape for Tessa?
>>325206 >Tessa finally understood that social status wasn't just a joke >Yes, J, after all, had to explain to her that being married in the world of aristocracy and business was quite important to avoid being considered a nobody in the eyes of high society >Traditions, after all >Being as savvy about relationships as a 10-year-old schoolgirl, she asked J to find her a "suitable" man >J, gritting her teeth and with a torn heart, sat down to choose a partner >It definitely wouldn't be an aristocrat. If Tessa got caught up in the intrigues these bastards were orchestrating, they'd eat her alive and not choke >Unfortunately, not a wealthy entrepreneur. Tessa... doesn't yet have a good understanding of business matters(none of them would agree, she knows that) >A clerk is unlikely either... >So, that leaves the choice among the company's technicians >Yeah, J, the situation is worse than you could have imagined >Sorting through the many papers, she began to weed out the unsuitable ones >This one's too fat >This one's too thin >This one's hunchbacked >This one's ugly >This one's a woman >This one's a total commie >Sifting paper after paper, J gets to the right sheet >Here he is, the perfect candidate >Normal-looking, with no exceptionally positive or negative traits, a completely normal guy who won't run away from Tessa when he finds out about her... more. >"That's it," J thought, until she read the name >Anon >Tessa had to urgently replace J's screen when she smashed it on the table with all her might, spilling oil all over the documents, making them completely unreadable >There also had the entire quarterly report, damn it!
>>325243 >I'm not the author of Chuuni Uzi, by the way, I'm just an anon who writes weird stuff when he feels like it. It's weird that people feel the need to not step on my toes, for lack of better words, very nice and J would totaly sabotage that effort if the suitor wasn't to her liking. Also pic rel is how the bed would look like when they go to sleep (but there would be more drones, there isn't even one drone lying on Tessa!)
>>325245 >The towndrones just prefer being around/on Anon more for some reason >The level of salt this generates in Tessa is unmatched >J feels bizarrely vindicated by the whole thing
>>325245 >>325246 Worry not! The remaining drones have found their way to the bedchamber! Pocketstakes will be sentenced to 50 games against a Blight onetrick for his inital lack of attention to detail
>>325187 >>325212 Come to think of it, I wonder how much of Geist's weirdness, as he's been written, is from autism and how much is from a combination of his parents keeping him at arm's reach as a baby, him being an abomination, and his parents and grandparents all being PTSDed out autismos. And now that I write that out, I wonder whether Akita trying to psyop herself into thinking she's a normal drone is autism or just neuroticism from her dysfunctional elders. So I guess in retrospect, Negev is the only one of Uzi and N's kids who's definitely autistic like her parents and grandparents. Beretta and Akita could go either way, and Geist isn't autistic but wasn't hugged enough as a baby and is really self-conscious about being a crime against Robo-God and his cumulative damage is functionally identical to autism.
>>325252 >Anon's just a common name in the year 3000 >Apparently there was a big cultural boom in 2500 about "decentralized networks" and "anonymity" for some reason >This of course has nothing to do with the JCJenson Always Watching (tm) camera becoming government mandated
>>325247 >A rare specimen of a near extinct species, the Oogie wanders a world far changed from its former habitat >Where once (you) berries grew bountifully there are now only barren fields, the soil forever spoiled by Drawfag erosion and overfishing >The crumbs it gathers from what photosynthetic greens remain will not be enough to survive the winter
>>325251 >The Oogie was merely bait! >Anon should have known none survived the great nomming >Now he is doomed to watch another hundred posts whining about gay sentinels again!
>>325253 >Be anon >Find oogi in thread >Put oogi on anvil >Put small tungsten cube next to oogi >Give oogi some cut up aluminium sheets from a soda can >Help oogi heat the aluminium with a blowtorch >Oogi now has armor >Give oogi a small nail and she makes a lance >Oogi goes away >She goes to bugretta >Bugreta is bored, so she decides to have her painted black >She has her lance painted red >Darth oogi screams in agony at what she’s become >Then she rubs bugi
>>325266 >Liggys never survive for long >Something in their instincts compels them to seek out the largest, scariest thing they can see and attach themselves to it like barnacles, regardless of how it treats them >While this has turned them into a primary diet item for Cyntepedes, it technically doesn't always end in failure >Duls, Jays, unattached Ns, even the occasional Vcat have been known to take a liking to the things, accepting their gifts of cloth scraps and "selfies" drawn in crayon >This in turn triggers the second stage of the Liggy life cycle >A successfully attached Liggy has a mleming drive over 1000% higher than any other known species, and simply will not cease trying to do so until either killed by their partner or rendered unconscious >That this process renders out hundreds of Liggies per success, all of which their monstrous "sire" is deeply protective of, is all that allows the species to continue
>>325244 >>325245 I just wanted to say that I don't have any claims on the narrative or its flow, I like the way it's going, I just decided to write a funny green.
By the way, will there be new parts of greens coming out soon about Uzi, who pretends to be an Adeptus Mechanicum (may the Omnissiah forgive me for such heresy), and the life of an anon, locked in an icy prison with flesh-torture machines?
>>325278 I have exams for at least one week (and there is one exam I'm sure I'll be retaking on the 16th of next month) so not any time soon, also I want to write the Sentinel Strychnine Priosn green I have in the back of my head
>>325287 >Be me have oogi infestation >But also have an Enn >Get a cytipede >She’s a bit of a silly so she gets stuck on her back a lot >I have to flip her over and feed her an oogi to make her feel better >Enn doesn’t like her, says she’s scary >But she keeps to herself in her layer (a shoe box) >I don’t know why people find them so off putting, she might suck at hunting oogies but she’s cute. >
>>325273 >>325294 [WARNING] The JTF shall arrive later due to an unexpected traffic jam caused by a huge frozen block of berries getting dropped on the road
>>325290 >Literally >Apparently that smell she has is chassis based or something, cause it sticks to everything she touches >Furthermore, it then continues to stick to everything THOSE items touch too >Between hanging out this often with Uzi and having actual mechanical work done on her interior by the same, Emily is now suffused with failgirl stank >The poor girl now has to explain "what's in the air" every time she hangs out with her non-Uzi friend group >She slaps a whole bucket of perfume on her before meetings with Aron to make sure he doesn't notice too >Aron has no idea why the strange Not-J smells overwhelmingly of rotting flowers when she enters his quarters, but he doesn't want to find out
>>325237 Trying to imagine the DD squads that Lardanon, Skelanon, Hunchanon, Uglynon, Femanon, and Commienon would have. NVJ are obviously accounted for, and so are DU-UI, right?
>>325295 >>325299 >Anon has no nose >Anon has no facial features at all, to be honest >Poor drone just got starstruck when he saw Ivory swoop in and save a whole factory from rampaging solverspawn >He doesn't know she only responded because the shift manager was her husband
>>325203 I wouldn't call it an art website, it's moreso just an OC storage website >_< I usually don't like linking my personal stuff but I'll at least link masqy's page: https://toyhou.se/21190191.masquerade/37373148.masqy-md-oc I'm currently in the middle of uploading all of her photos. I also have plans to draw a new reference photo for her in the future & I still need to upload dubs
>>325315 (me) It seems like the main three, U-U, I and d, are occupied, the rest are free (except MG, his ass is now being polished with a Soviet grinder, lol).
>>325323 >Ivory smoking >She only does is because she knows Anon will have to touch her to make her stop >Unfortunately, Anon isn't a retard and knows smoking isn't bad for drones >Now Ivory's having a crisis cause she believes he dosen't care about her health
>wd wife texts me at work >we're going to get into some kinky stuff tonight courtesy of her solver powers >jump in the car and floor it on the way home
Changelog for Liquidation Extraction >Flamethrower damage was nerfed from 150 to 100 >Flamethrower after urn was buffed from 2 per tick to 10 per tick >Anti-Solver munitions now work as intended and are no longer bugged >Fixed the melee skip >Sentinel drones can now no longer be called in once per mission, instead they are available once per campaign >Solver mutants and pure forms now regenerate as intended >Fixed the oogi
Quick repost of this, I was planning to add onto it during this weekend but I've not been in the creative groove cause of work so just hold on tight and I'll try to update ASAP.
>>325346 >ASMs were bugged to do nothing this entire time and ruined your ammo economy in the process >Mutants/pures weren't regenerating I've been running an ASM'd Justifier and an acid lobber this entire time, now you're telling me my Justifier was doing way less than it should and there wasn't even any regen for the acid to disable? Time to see how well I do now that my entire loadout isn't bugged.
>Fun Evening OC Fact: in the various post-canon timelines, there's an indoor snow (and volcanic ash) area park in Outpost 3. Khan was a big driver of it, so his grandkids and any non-daywalker kids of Uzi's vampire minions would be able to play in the snow (and volcanic ash) with other kids, since they can't go outside during the day and the normal kids would all be inside at night.
>>325346 >>Fixed the melee skip >>Sentinel drones can now no longer be called in once per mission, instead they are available once per campaign Unplayable, shit devs
>>325365 >Be writer Anon. >You haven't write anything yet. >But today you decided to lock in. >As you hold the pencil. >A drone with pigtails break in. >She does a whole commercial for JCJENSON pen. >"Aren't you tired of losing your motivation. Then you need JCJENSON high quality pen." >You wrote a lot of stuff lately. >"Thanks, JCJENSON in spaaaace." >It definitely hasn't to do with the fact that the drone is pointing a gun. >Or the creature with the whip in the cage. >Just the thought of it already scare you and the monster hasn't been released yet.
>>325364 no, I was trying to figure out how to write for an OC I've had in mind. tldr is: >worker drone and her human stay out of solver's sights, hopping between asteroid outposts and forgotten space stations, etc. >accidentally stumble on germ warfare research lab, human gets infected >hops in cryo pod in hopes of being revived if humanity ever rebuilds civilization, tearfully leaving drone alone >fast forward, Uzi does her thing, mankind barely survives, starts to rebuild >obviously no cure, or anybody to research one bc humanity has bigger concerns >she tracks down a shady former federation scientist who agrees to do research, but only for obscene prices >drones have rights and get paid, but not enough for that >so she turns to crime. petty stuff at first but becomes frustrated with the poor payout. scientist puts her in contact with a "friend" who convinces her that contract killings are where the real money is >she wants higher paying jobs so she starts augmenting herself and downloading illegal combat data >but the more she alters her hardware and software, the more unstable her mind becomes >but it doesn't matter if she completely falls apart, or how much blood she gets on her hands. there's a backup waiting to greet him when he's finally cured. >she won't remember, and he'll never know, and they'll get their happy ending together. some day.
Mac: only playing friendslop with other streamers, or playing friendslop with other streamers but also playing local multiplayer games with sisters who are available and willing (he doesn't want the Eye of Femanon to fall on his brothers)?
We at the Federation Remnants have created a new execution method for POW murder drones We install dwarf fortress onto them and never let cats get neutered and just wait for their CPU to fry
>>325407 Because I log into this fucking game to see how the funniest mutis go bang-bang while I light their disgusting ovens on fire with my fucking big as my dick flamethrower, faggot!
>All I'm saying is bad AUs, flanderised or cliche OCs and endlessly recycled jokes tend not to do well for the longevity of a community at large. >"Bitch I do not care get me out of this filth you call a drink." >Coming right up, Miss One-Note~.
>>325192 She couldn’t even get N, the kind hearted retard, to give a single shiet about her. Tessa just naturally has an aura that makes people unable to care for her.
hey my drone is pouting because she can't come to work with me and she swallowed my PS57 in protest. is this going to hurt her and how long do I have to retrieve it before it's digested(?)
>>325421 Take your drone to work, it will increase your productivity, and she is your game console now, it was actually very rude of you to look so long into a screen that wasn't her's
>>325387 Peak solver survivalist behavior, I'm sure his parents are proud of his ability to defy the elements of Copper-9
>N and Uzi gave him that task for a "merit badge" program they said was important >Honestly they have no idea how he managed this on a snow planet >N got jealous of the survivalist skills implied and spent the next week trying to figure out the trick himself
>>325430 >V enjoying the sights and sounds of her crush getting banged by the ugly-bastard woman >Explicitly asking to watch, implying she wanted them to know she was seeing this >Somehow not a cuck
>>325387 >Ever get tired of setting up your grill for barbeques? >Enjoy the new JCJenson Self-Cooking Meat!(tm) >Not only does this mighty hunk of flesh contain Proteins(tm) and Calories(tm) (JCJenson is not responsible for customers mixing these copywritten products with their public domain equivalents, Proteins(tm) and Calories(tm) not intended for human consumption), but it even starts fires for that authentic woodsmoke smell! >Make your meal more ready today!
>>325433 >Anon moves to finally consummate his relationship with his waifu V >She refuses, saying she's "defiled" and "too broken" to ever "burden" him with her performance >Still loves seeing Anon happy and satisfied, and so brings in an endless conga line of other drones to sate his needs >But Anon isn't sated >They aren't who he wants >Still V refuses to budge, refuses to give him the wholesome monogamous relationship that he CRAVES >So Anon has an idea >If V was mindbroken into this, surely she can be mindbroken back >He must travel to the far ends of space and train in the arts of legendary rape-master Strychnine >Only then will he be able to lock V down, human strength be damned >And only then can he finally fuck her brains back in
>DDs are able to modify their bodies to synthesize different materials >this is most well-known with regards to their tails, DDs are notorious for brewing up aphrodisiacs in their tails and injecting their partners in the throes of passiion >less known is their ability to modify their saliva >your J unit gf likes to give you 'energy kisses' >her saliva is effervescent, slightly sweet, and has a moderate amount of caffeine which she transfers to you in regular mouth-to-mouth intervals >usually, she tones down the caffeine content later in the day so you can sleep >but there was that one time she teased you all day, smooching you excessively before, during, and after sex >you plowed your J gf into the mattress that night, powered entirely by lust and caffeine, and she shortly fell into sleep mode while cuddled in your arms >and you just lie there, completely unable to get a wink of sleep because she gave you several Monsters worth of caffeine
>>325442 >J unit carefully optimizes the amount of coffee her master recieves to ensure maximum productive output with minimum needed kisses, for workflow optimization >forgets this and gets overexcited when she actually sees him, smooching him dozens of times in seconds >this gives Anon the Panera Death Lemonaid experience and he has a heart attack on the spot >J thinks he's being cure with the whole "you're too sweet for me" bit >he's not, for all that is holy woman call a hospital, I can't feel my legs >the JCJ Board of Directors' face when the find you their J-series has managed to jobb even kissing
>>325392 Not even a green and I still kekd, good job anon
>Geist as a prank makes a very special avatar >Bursts in on Mac's stream as "Remmy Doorman" Mac's ultra-horny identical twin who spends half the stream bemoaning his lack experience with women and the other half standing around in his underwear because "it's just you and me in here bro it'll be fine" >Mac is horrified at the donation messages >...but he's interested in how the resulting outpost-wide manhunt for the "secret hunk" takes the heat off of him for a while >meanwhile Uzi's going crazy trying to figure out who broke into the palace, took his pants off in her son's room, and then just vanished into the night
>>325442 I'mma be real I think having a bigass needle jammed into me mid-fuck would immediately ruin the mood. I know a bit of pain can turn to pleasure but stabbing me with a metal spike is WAY over that line.
>>325448 >DD gf stabs Anon's ass with tailspike mid-sex >Confused when he immediately starts cursing and trying to pull out >A wrestling match to "force a finish" ensues until Anon manages to bootloop her >He's gone when she wakes up >When he returns a week later he has to explain to his sobbing GF that no, he wasn't leaving her, he didn't hate her, and he didn't find another drone, he just had to hit the hospital to deal with the massive blood loss and poisoning >The erection from recieving a full fist worth of aphrodisiac didn't make staying faithful easy around those medic-drones mind, but that just pavloved him into nurse costumes >Promises he'll stay with her forever just so long as she stops being retarded with chemicals >She agrees >The next day he's confronted by her with jumper cables and a car battery trying to do "human wireplay"
>>325449 Harper I guess? Or, at least, Droneanon WAS a worker when they first started talking. As for DDs I think we're limited to cannon + Outpost-6, and maybe that one that interacted with Teli once.
>>325463 >Anon and keeter luv, get married, have kids >Initial results are pic related >Lots of time spent as sickly looking humans later, a second stage emerges >Just after human puberty finishes, the solverbabies will literally split their skin in half and emerge a full Solv-Sap, like their human skin was just a cocoon >Now Anon has to deal with a crying Keeter angsty about passing on her "curse" AND a bunch of insecure teens frustrated that they lost both their humanity and a full 3 feet in height
>The weather is so shit today that the trains can't even run >My uni decided to switch to E-lessons today Yay! I wasted my weekend craming for a test that won't happen instead of writing greens and painting minis
>>325513 >cyberpunk Put some respect on that name! The train didn't run because the power lines were frozen over, no corporation would let their trains not arrive, that hurts the bottomline And in a cyberpunk world drone waifus would be too expensive not non existant
>>325516 Anon, cyberpunk means high technology with a low standard of living. We have technology that allows us to literally replicate the mind's ability to create works of art, yet 3 billion people can't eat properly, and 600 million are literally starving.
We live in cyberpunk, with the only difference being that I and you are not Johnny Silverhand and V.
>>325523 >I don't want to get killed in a gang shootout:( [Insert something about current day politics here]. Also I don't know how much you know/care about Cyberpunk lore but in setting Europe is actually a pretty decent place to live (When not in a corpo war)
>>325524 [Insert something definitely extremely poignant about modern politics that turned the thread into a burning shit]. Plus, the Soviet Union is still alive there, so that's definitely not bad. I might get a drone wife from the party :)
>>325525 You would get a state approved wife pleaser as well
>>325526 50 games against a blight/nurse main upon you I don't know what this means, I have a friend that plays DBD and he always complains about these charachters
>>325528 >Cyn finally makes contact with this world and drags (You) to where she can finally have you for herself >This is the only form she could actually get for you right now, though
>Little uunon goes from thread to thread >Searching for what is not dead >He finds an old bread from 2024 >The uunons all say, has been lost before >/md/ is falling; /md/ is rising >But ultimately it is never dying [spoiler>]I've reached peak faggotry by writing poetry[/spoiler]
>>325440 >Sadly, anon trained too hard, his dickings are too good >Now he mindbreaks V EVERY time they have sex >This causes her to switch back and forth from shy, demure maid to oil-hungry bipolar knife-monster whenever they get down and dirty >It was fun at first, but having to effectively molest her out of her cuck fetish after every session is killing his lower back >So now anon must journey once again to seek one of the mighty thread-masters >The only being bad enough at sex to help him fix his marraige >The mighty and terrible Femanon
>>325602 >even with her hat on, Es still a walking computer and kicks your ass, eating you pieces one by one as she captures them >with her hat off, E purposely plays worse so you can have fun >she tries to pretend she doesn't want to eat the pieces, but you feed them to her afterwards, letting her warm, thick tongue lap at your fingers as she crunches the tasty plastic between her teeth >she grabs your hand and puts it on her neck as she swallows, letting you trace the path of the piece down into her bell(E)
>>325596 >All Oogies posses an inherent sort of "reverse-jobberism" >What this means in practice is that, as the amount of Oogie flesh in a region increases, all Oogies within gain an increased access to "plot armor," similar to their progenitor >This process can be seen in nature through both the relative threat levels of Oogie Alphas compared to their standard brethren and the exponentially increasing danger of large infestations >But humanity is ever curious >Ever careless in their designs >One experimental procedure later and the world's first "Oogie Omega" finds itself rampaging through Dr. Holly's lab >She thought she could contain it >Then that she could kill it >Now she cowers as the experimental growth serum drives it to devour all in sight, each morsel adding ever more fuel to its exponential increase >Existence itself bends in the face of this Ooger, making every decision it makes both retroactively correct and justified, and rendering effective containment impossible >You run? You trip and fall exactly where it was going to step or grab >You fight? Suddenly your years of military training leave you, and you find yourself outmatched in strength and swordsmanship by a being literally born a week ago >You block its path? Secure military keycards and their carriers will literally scuttle onto its arm >You shoot it? Your bullets simply wiz past as if it were some 80s action star >You present it with something, a hundred meter dinosaur of sheer steel, that it could never conceivably even harm? The thing just slaps together some gadget out of thin air and random plutonium that "happens" to have fallen into the test chamber, and your monster... just... stands there! And watches it do so! >In desperation the Federation government sends its own two best, the only soldiers it knows for certain to posses the same "plot armor" phenomena >Unfortunately a bureaucratic error somehow mixed "Ivory" and "Mylo" in the designation codes >Now its up to the downtown clown and faggitron the pee-cock to put an end to this before the creature's sheer reality-shifting weight drowns the planet under an endless rain of Enns
>>325614 >The oogis attempt to attack the unimpressed anon but their tiny rail blasts amount to no more than annoying pinpricks. >They try everything else from the shiny boulders to screaming loudly in protest. >Nothing really works. >Bored and more pissed off than before, the surly human simply picks up the leader of the regiment, puts them under a cup and leaves them there before heading off to bed. >Leaving the rest of the oogis to seriously rethink their battleplans and life choices.
God, I hate blocks. I want to write a greentext for Oogis and Berri, but I have no idea what the relationship between those two disgusting parasites is even supposed to be like.
>Oogie see Berri >Oogie eat Berri >Immediate regert >Oogie now Zomboogie, start spitting seed everywhere like a bad doujin >New crop of Berri grows >New Oog enters field >Repeat
>Be me >You're surfing the internet >Looking at art >Notice an art about a Chainsaw Man >It depicts Makima >First thought: "Fuguedrone is cute." I think that's already a diagnosis. I've officially become a schizo.
>Oogie finds Berri, feeds to Bugetta >Bugetta start whimpering, acting scared/pained >Oogs panic >Immediately form crack team >Top berriesearchers discover Berri/Berry differences >Posit a cure >Unfortunately, cure is "Boog can suviv weekiller, Berri not" >Now it's up to the best berry handlers in the hive to figure out how to make Boogie take her "medicine" before the parasite fully takes root
>>325605 >she grabs your hand and puts it on her neck as she swallows, letting you trace the path of the piece down into her bell(E) I know what you are...
>>325634 Fuguedrone is as flat, featureless and cutely curvy as any worker drone ought to be, Makima is a good role model and a hero but no human woman shaped creature can compare to a drone’s beauty :)
>The Oogie is, of course, still a female of the species >This means that Mylo's presence has the same effect on her that it does on all other femcels >Cue the Omega immediately calming at the sight of him, desiring nothing more than hugs and *mlems* forever with her "jus fren" >Pavo, after he calms from his panic attack, could leave >Could report a "pacification successful" and allow the poor clown to be dragged screaming into the smelly darkness forever >But that wouldn't be fitting for a brother-in-arms, would it? >Instead he hatches a plan >Several bootloops and a whole "gay best friend" routine later he's managed to convince the Oog that Mylo is "sik" from the "meanie machine" at the bottom of the lab, that she needs to "bake it" to save him >So together they go, Mylo draped in bridal carry across the Oogie's arms as the "trio" "battles" through the lab's defenses >As they travel, Pavo puts further refinements on his scheme >Several "conveniently placed" diagrams of her own experiment later, Pavo accuses the Oog of being "the meanie" >Of being too dangerous and too gross for Mylo to survive >After all, didn't he get sick when they started mleming? And didn't he get less sick when they stopped? >The Oog thinks as hard as it can about this >Finally makes a decision in the lab's Cathedral(tm) brand geothermal power plant, at the very bottom >"tanks for everybing" >"dei mud" >Giving Mylo her beanie, the Oog willingly plunges into the planet's core >Pavo reports back a happy man, having left none behind >Mylo... isn't sure how to feel about things >He keeps the beanie, though
>>325641 You mean invested AGAINST, jobcoin, as in shorted it, right anon? Surely you didn't put money into something that literally chose a failgirl for a mascot right?
>J starts financial advice/trading doortube channel >everything she does fails >like, EVERYTHING >even things that, statistically, shouldn’t be able to go wrong in the market >every time >tfw betting against J’s advice is free money >tfw J controls the galactic financial system >tfw she will never know
>>325650 >J gets desperate, starts doing research into the far past, putting stock in Tessa's occultism even >Discovers evidence in the far past of a figure from a thousand years ago enduring a similar curse >Armed with ancient ritual and several locks of N's hair, J prepares a sacrifice to trade her "Kramerism" to another >Realizes when she sees him washing it after that N's hair is a wig >So who did she give her bad business sense to? >Ah well, probably isn't important >Meanwhile Tessa has the inexplicable urge to institute "short-term drones" into her CEO business plans
>>325650 >Anon does the reverse J index strategy >Problem is he's dating J >Uses the money he makes from her bad luck to take her on dates >Last date Anon asked J for her opinion on some stock picks >She really liked the topic >J does her best to give Anon got adivce that has 99.9999% percent chance of working out >Anon could see her begin to overheat due to effort >Still inverse J index >Anon shorts all picks J gave to him >The next day those companies implode >No literaly, terrorists blew up their HQ's >J calls Anon so they can cope about their lost money at her house How does Anon explain to her he just became a multi milionare?
>>325654 Oh, come on, Tessa isn't incompetent! She's just an average... ok slightly below average CEO, but she is a great engineer and drone technician! What she lacks in business acumen she makes up for in knowledge about her company's core product, and she has J to smooth out all the rough edges
>>325660 >Fun Canon Fact: At the end of Murder Drones, the main character Uzi Doorman technically lost all her old organic eyes, since those were on her wings and tail
>>325640 If Pavo is massacring underground blood bars, bringing death to disassembly drones who refused to throw off the old order, then what does sentinel fuguedrone do for the new society?
>>325659 >"Smooth out the rough edges" >Read: perform literally every task other than designing and repairing new drone models, including funding allotments >She has had to explain to Tessa over 12 times now that there is simply no reason to spend a billion+ dollars researching "Big blue bastards with, like, drone control headlamps!" when DDs already do the job >Even then she has to recharge sometime, giving the autism a chance to sneak in through the cracks >The DDs only have tail-acid because N convinced Tessa it would be "cute" to attach one to their emotion emulators >She thanks her lucky stars she at least caught the "adaptors as default" design before it hit production
>>325662 >Fun Canon Fact: Uzi Doorman, the main character of Murder Drones, is technically not purple at series-start. She is actually a white/black/grey combination like all the other worker drones!
>>325692 >Anon pets, holds, cares for the grub >Grub is terrified >What is this thing? What is it doing? Why is it so wet? >Desperately screams and tries to throw itself from his arms >Uzi laughs >Now he knows how it feels >She's still a little jealous, though
>>325665 >massacring underground blood bars "psycho pavo", the stolen valor fraud, to this day has only 1 green in which he actually does something. they call him 007, 0 victories 0 medals 7 inches throated
>>325697 There was that other one with him shoving his whole fist up Cameradrone's ass, but I don't think we ever saw him fight somebody that didn't immediately job to the bootloop yeah.
>>325699 There was one mention of him fighting a skyscraper-sized mutant made of the inhabitants of a skyscraper. He high-fived one of its hands that was reaching out to pull him in as he was blasting it apart.
>>325675 >Amda sold the rest of Negev's friend group on RPGs (minus Emily, because she thinks they promote Robo-Satanism) >Doll reaches new heights of taking games way too seriously
>>325697 >Pavo seethes jealousy over sentinel Fuguedrone’s relatively good PR >“he’s so cute and mysterious” they say “not like that crazy one with the tail feathers” they say >the last straw was a hypernet comment stating “he’s even better at being gay than Pavo” >that was it, the last straw >he shouldn’t even have BEEN a sentinel drone, no one knows where he comes from, what his serial number is, he constantly darts in and out of the installation without authorization and has the gall to bring home knickknacks that he insists are “cursed artifacts” or “magic charms” for his contraband treasure pile >at least he wasn’t interested in his Anon
>>325702 >Meanwhile the psyche ward drones are more worried than ever before >Negev has apparently reached a new height of nuts >Now she's straight-up hallucinating entire alternate worlds and characters rather than the semi-consistent tulpas she's had before >It takes several calls home before N realizes what she's doing as a board game they used to do back at the manor >As to whether it's better or worse that she's running whole sessions for her imaginary friends, he'll leave that to the experts to judge
>>325708 >>325715 The female custodes models thing. Also he’s part of an admech green about admech from a /tg/ forgeworld getting warped to copper 9 haven’t finished it but I feel bad not contributing
>Be you Skitarii alpha from delta theta decima. Former scion of house Aizis >You were disowned after failing the ritual of becoming and sent off to the forgeworld as part of the bi-centurial tide >Tradition dictates that failed knight pilots are to become officers in the Skitarii maniples >You are a devout member of the cult mechanicus the will of the ominissiah is bestowed unto you by you superiors. The tech priests >You were sent to relief your homeword of Aizis from a daemonic incursion. >You are content to follow the instructions from god beamed into you head as you board one of the first Archeopters to make planetfall >Your familiarity with the local culture and terrain had you chosen as one of the path finders >You are accompanied by 4 of your men, two techpriests, a kastelan and two sicarians. > As you pierce the planets ashen atmosphere you are overcome by a purple light, the archeopter’s sensors wail and the veteran pteraxi wired into the cockpit foams at the mouth. > You brace for impact; order your squad to do the same then close your audio-video receptors
>>325722 >Nothing >You feel nothing, no feedback from your augmetics, no minor phantom pain or tugs from your implants. You feel as though you are weightless even though your gyro sensors haven’t changed at all >Then you feel as if you are in free fall >You mag lock yourselves to the floor >A sicarian and a skitarii are pinned by the weight of the kastelan that was proppled back >The data smith calmly makes his way to the flyers command console and beckons the flyer’s machine spirit to maintain altitude. > You gaze from the door window and your worst fears are not realized > While the world you are on now is not Aizis you are glad you aren’t lost to the warp. > You pass this intel to the dominus through the flyer’s local noosphere > Data from its sensors indicate that this planet has terran standard gravity; air deadly to the unaugmented and freezing temperatures likely caused by permanent cloud cover. >The dominus, a reliquary on legs with a cogitatior bank on his back and a gene-hanced claw arm thuds over to the pilot and injects him with a bio-alchemical concoction >Just in time as you spy a small figure cloaked by cloud cover. >The veteran pteraxii manuvers the aircraft so your line of sight is maintained. >You signal your squad of the potential threat as you project you vid feed unto them >You feel the craft move abruptly the figure matches its agility, archopters are used to fly inside the spires on forge worlds, so agility is one of their strengths > The figure draws closer you can tell its humanoid in shape, you spy what looks like two bladed hands. >The pilot turns the craft and fires a burst of warning shots >You can tell that thing wasn’t deterred as you feel the craft trying to reposition itself > A burst of rounds scratches the sanctified murals on the flyers hull, while the nano-carbon control surfaces simply stretch and bounce incoming fire >You can see the figure clearly now, Its artificial and has some semblance to the sacred human form but its appearance seems to be of Zenos origin, lacking any common features found in a standard template construct >The pilot opens the door on your side and you ready your squad and unleash a volley of galvanic rounds at the target >The construct expertly out manoeuvres your shots; only one hits its mark >It stops mid air to flinch in pain, one of its legs hung limp and charred > You size the opportunity and order your squad to bring it down. >Unfortunately while you were distracted it seems another interceptor was dispatched to your presence. You can hear the front stubbers as they fire. > Then you feel a thud and the flyer shakes > You glimpse a glowing injector trailing across the other door window. > A strangely human and friendly voice taunts you from the other side of the hull, your internal cogitators find some vague semblance to Praetorian low gothic but are unable to translate > The sicarians ready themselves then the doors open and they climb up > You and your squad stand a bit back from the doorways, and you ready yourselves to give covering fire. > The pilot tries to shake the boarder off > You have visual on it >but it just hovers instead as it suppresses the sicarians with a low caliber auto gun > As you point your phosphor pistol at it, you spot a disappointed expression on its face > A sicarian charges into it > That thing was occupied in whirling melee with one of the sicarians, you augmented vision can not keep up with them > When the creature was pushed back you correctly predict it was going to reengage. > A spray of glowing blue toxic chemicals intercepts its flight path. >White flames lick at its coat and joints as it emits a womanly scream. It dives down it an attempt to put out the flames. Your squad’s bullets follow its descent. >You see that first construct from the corner of your vision, its leg white instead of charred. > Perhaps enraged, it’s more aggressive than before > It rams that sicarian of the flyer’s wing then it turns a crossed visor towards you. > Your now unsheathed you power sword crackles blue. > It reacts by charging up a directed energy weapon > A glowing yellow, stream of particles narrowly misses your neck. But the kastelan isn’t so lucky. >Molten metal streaks down its armour, its not white, with paint splatters like the typical kastelan from your forge world. Its paint job invokes an idealised matrian appearance, different shades of red are used to highlight its pannels and mechanisms. > Apparently the datasmith recovered it during an expedition to the Librarius Omnis, the great library underneath the surface of Mars >Uncaring, that molten globs of metal are searing his form the datasmith inserts a bio plastic wafer into the kastelan > The machine strings to life and with vengeance arks a stream of promethium at its assailant. > The stubbers have stopped their their bailful song. > The remaining sicarian withdraws wounded from the fight > The magos ministers to his wounds, a hive of mechadendrites emerge from his cogitator bank
>>325722 Friend... please just ignore it... there is nothing we can do about GW being stupid greedy cunts who want to sell the company to amazon, just engage with the content you like from the older editions, there is no hope for modern warhammer
>>325724 >The craft pierces the clouds. And you come oppon an abandoned town. > The craft flies above the town, its buildings aren’t dense or sprawling enough to suggest it was of any significance > You catch the magos mutter to himself that the buildings don’t correspond with a known STC templates. >You don’t spot the imperial aquila anywhere, indicating that this planet succed from the Ominossiah’s light. >The ruined urban center almost strikes pressure within you. >You begin to notice human sized blocks in the street. > You inform the magos of this >After inspection with his superior optics it is revealed they are frozen humanoid remains >You feel the aircraft descend then it swoops across one of the major arteries of the town, rather a small town as you have observed it more lacking the expected building density and number. >The flyer descends below the cityline and angles to the side so the magos can get a better look. > The skeletons, clearly human in origin, appear to have had their flesh vaporised then only for said vapours to be frozen shorty after >You ponder why it was necessary to descend so low. > Then you receive a set of coordonates, the magos used the orientation of the frozen vapours to locate ground zero. > As your craft tries to raise itself it passes by a building. > You feel the craft sway then you hear steps on the top of the fuselage. > The sicarian is not quite ready yet to engage. > You hear that directed energy weapon again > You hear the cables that actuate the control surfaces snap. > You have no time for cowardly acts > The flyer plunges through a concrete building > Out the window you can glimpse part of the wing being peeled back > Thanks to the low altitude and speed everyone is practically unharmed, only minor fabric tears dents scratches and such > You await the magos’ orders. >You are ordered to take up positions to the sides of the door > The sicarian hangs back with the datasmith > The magos is armed with two archeotech weapons that are held up to side by brutish servo arms. >A paint jet stands ready as well, one of your forgeworld’s signature weapons >The door opens, cold wind flutters your paint splattered white robes > The magos motions his craftwork body forward. >He motions you to follow him, he orders the datasmith to direct the kastelan to guard the wreck. > The six of you advance through the tunnel of rubble you left behind > The magos boldly advances down the middle > You signal your squad where to take cover as you creep up in the mago’s wake > You take mental note of potential attack routes through the collapse floors and corridors. > The magos signals to you, seemingly content with the perimeter’s security for now > You and your squad are guarding the crash-site, the magos turns on a dime and walks towards the datasmith >You overhear the dominus talking, the archeopter’s critical systems are not damaged. > If you can source replacement cabling and equipment to extract it from the building you can get it up and flying again >You walk back to the crash site > Then with his aft to the stubbers he adresses you all. > The magos speaks in his distorted arking voice, “Axiom cohort, since our given mission is impossible we are to contribute to the Quest for Knowledge as explorators would. >“I have collated the data of untold battlefields yet none match the exact effects present here” >While his vocalcords moved to the whims of his cogitator. The magos’s mechadendrites wriggled their way trough the rubble and into the cockpit > You can’t help but wonder if it wasn’t a simple sudden firestorm that caused all of this. >”We must uncover the truth of this weapon; the damage done to these buildings is largely due to the elements” >”A weapon that strips only flesh and leaves infrastructure intact is a gift from the Omnissiah” > You remember when your father took you out of your family’s citadel into the vulcanic wastes to hunt rebels >” We are to uncover and decipher records in this lost tongue. We will journey to the epicentre of this weapon’s area of effect. “ >Then mount Comoscius erupted and the heatwave charred all the rebels. I was quite hot in that armoured limo though. >The magos linked with the augurs inside the flyer sent a flicker of data to the datasmith. While he stabilised the pilot the other will search for a place that might have servohaulers or the local equivalent. >”However our imediate task is to deny our enemy the capture of this archeopter” > Your father really instilled what it means to be a leader, to make sacrifices in his name when he stoped out his armsmen that were too wounded to be recovered. His questoris suit was left bereft of paint and with soles sticky with gore. > “ The datasmith has located a potential source of industrial equipment. Failing to acquire it the pilot will overwhelm the powerplant if capture is imminent” >The sacristans had to scrub it for days, and father had to wait a decade. Even for a forge world whose sole specialty is producing paint for the Emperor’s armies, there’s always a que of knights waiting for masterwork paintjobs. >He was lucky Magos Ahtilla owed him a favor and was able to forward him on her list, he only had to wait a decade… >Singnal based Devine Will interrupts your personal thoughts and you spring into motion.
>>325733 >You and your squad branch out into the building’s colapsing rooms. > They are the worksites of administrative officials it seems. Rows of desks with cogitators separated by dividing walls occupy all rooms > You recite the proper canticles while you detach a cogitator from its data-wires >You establish a secure data link before you wire yourself to it, then you send its data to the magos. > Then you take pict capts of posters and other pices of papaper with text. >You and your squad comunicate and cordonate your positions. While divided by walls you sill maintain ever shifting killzones with overlapping fields of fire > The sicarian takes the role of a skirmisher that can respond to any close quarters threats > You have gathered enough data that the datasmith and magos piced together this language at a conversational level. > You six make you way toward the roof you hear faint voices in argument >”Why are you sill on fire idiot?” >“I don’t know, aw, when I rolled on the ground they got worse, like way wose. But I got used to it. Ah. Its kind of hot though. I definitely didn’t panic though, couldn’t be me. Ah hah ah au… >”Whatever, we sill don’t know what those are” >”They seemed human to me, I’m glad I got a closer look when I knocked one off the helicopter” >” You know, this could all be a big misunderstanding, they could be friendly after all” >You notice a brief pause, you and the rest have stopped and are already prepared for an attack. >Then in unison those other two voices out-volume the third.” Shut up loser!” >”N put yourself out and stop damaging company property, or I’ll do it myself!” > A mercantile guild, interesting data. Your decision to eaves drop on you enemy as proven fruitful. >A pointless task phospex only goes cold in exposure to the void, what a hardy construct. >” I tried everything belive me, I even dove into a frozen lake.” >” Get over here” >You hear the whirring of chainblades, screams followed by the sloshing of liquid then a faint thudding of metal over more screaming. > It seems one enemy is already down you hail the magos if you are permited engage and he aproves. > The sicarian crawls out of a window and is ready to spring into a counter attack when your positions get charged. > Your squads’ ominispex confirms 3 energy signatures. One on the ground, one on the roof and one hovering above. > They have a metalic outer layer and soft biological components underneath. They are vulnerable to heat. >two of your squad provide covering fire from inside the roof access doorway >You are flanked by Δ-r2 and Δ-r4 as you advance through the doorway >You see the one you shot earlier reduced to a torso with one arm next to a pile of his melting limbs. Bright lumen like eyes shining on a black background. > “ And here I thought my day couldn’t get any worse” > You two look at eachother, you take advantage of the quick pause to take a look at the sky and you spot that other automata that engaged the archeopter. >She unmakes her chainsword hands before you, then she points a low caliber autogun at you with a bothered look on her. >You take the measure of your enemy in a split second. She is unknowledgeable, menacing you with a underpowered autogun. She tried to challenge the guns on the archeopter to no effect, she’s impulsive and overconfident. Why would anyone fabricate war machine that betrays its thought patterns… > You don’t have time to second guees yourself. You charge her, power sword unlit >You order one skitarii to cover your charge ,one to finish the one on the floor. The sicarian will countercharge as soon as he hears the clashing of metal, and that other one as well. >Your power sword is caught by a bladed hand. >” Is this all humanity can muster? after all these years… You have to give 110%, you know… You are still pray afterall” > To your surprise you see the one in the sky descend towards your men, the sicarian follows soon. >You activate your power sword. >With a cracking disruption field your blade parts the molecules in the machine’s hand slicing it at the forearm. > She stummbles back in pain and agony clutching at her stump. >”sluggish growth performance!” > You put her to the floor with a swift cut to her left leg >”weakened organisational fabric!” She couter attacks with her tail, pricking through your paint splattered robe and into your side
>>325734 > The sicarian charged at the automaton that knocked Δ-sr3trc off the archeopter. > A low hum emanated from his blades, after his previous encounter, he had calculated the resonant frequency of her armour > She caught a servitor bullet intended to finish that limbless one as a sicarian blade vibrated just above her sensor band > “ Tank you V, wach out!” >The sicarian took note of her strength as she kicked the one she previously guarded of the building >”Au, what was that for I was only trying to help…” A frantic voice faded into the stormy night >She swatted a humming bladed claw with her tail only for it to phase right through. > The sicatian’s chord claw tried to find purchase through her chest but her jacket’s resonant frequency was different than that of her armour, he did not have time to brute force the correct frequency. >She pulled her core-section just a inch out of the hands reach, somehow it didn’t phase through her jacket, perhaps it only works on hard materials. This technology was way beyond mankind’s or Cyn’s capabilities. >The sicarian could not mentain her in his reach, he could not retract his transonic razor in time to parry a slash that severed the hidraulic on his upper leg. He could only bounce back to avoid a second strike intended for his other leg > Having severed her opponent’s knee actuator, V dodged a hail of gunfire and dived after N.
>>325728 This is literally two fans making fun of Warhammer, and it's obvious. It looks pretty good, actually, and overall, the fact that two people can make a great 2D Warhammer show while fucking GW can't speaks volumes.
>>325735 >System alarms sound in your head, that golden liquid is eating through you, a strings of errors line your hud. > You slowly feel your balance worsening >Trying not to stumble forward you try to slice her head off > You can’t react in time as your powersword is ripped from your hand, taking some finger joins with it. >You bring your left foot forward then relent and drop to your knees as you see her arm is made of liquid metal and is beginning to reform. > “Gyahhh!” > Your weight crushes her legs, she flinches; she bleeds, she’s not some mindless Necron warrior unflinching and relentless. Her mind is as weak as the unaugmented human mind is > “ You’re really persistant, human, once my acid is done with you I enjoy ripping you apart. > You make out her yellow acid injector, as a trailing blur, and grasp it as it tries to stab you again. > while your coordonation is bad your strength hasn’t failed you yet. >You rip it from its limb >She lets out a weak scream then she tries to grab your paint splattered robe with bladed hands >And stab it in her abdomen, you feel her clawed grip into the concrete and rip your white robe >”equity partnership?” > Your glowing blue oculars make contact with her bright ovals. > “Maddened servitor that you think we can be equal betrays you delusional state” > The acid had run its course by now, and had glutted itself on your intrenals. Leaving an exposed glowing hole on your right side. It seems to have stopped >And your robe gained a new stain that marked this battle. >”What’s wrong with you, your dresscode is hardly professional, and your spirit… > You let the machine know your mind by slamming you head repeatedly into her face until it collapsed inward. >oil oozing from its distorted screen >A bullet from Δ-r3O cuts J’s hand as it lodged iself into the hole > You are helped up by Δ-r4, you notice the sicarian is ready to engage if you were losing >J simply slumped over and closed her eyes. “Why is the world cruel to me and only me” She tensed up in anticipation, if they didn’t kill her with a blade or energy bullet to the core that meant she will be shot by that fire weapon that hit N >J peeked one eye to see the barrel of o phosphor blaster and a pair of cold lenses looking at her. > Your squadmate supported you as you pulled the trigger, J wailed louder than N > J cut data transfer her remaining actuators she knew N wouldn’t lie and she knew she would only fan the flames with her trashing. > She could smell her core being singed, her mangled screen covered in burning hair, it displayed overheating warnings > She knew her regeneration could keep up with this but she played dead despite the pain hoping that N would be nice to her and beg V to go back for her > With oil boiling inside her J screams into muted speakers. > You order your skitarii to put two bullets in her head for good measure then you withdraw not before trying to spot the industrial sites suggested by the datasmith > You make your way down the building. You thank the Omnissiah for the knowledge granted to you through this engagement and your victory > You make your way to the crashsite for debriefing and repairs
>>325737 > The magos and datasmith have gathered some small piles of parts but what is more interesting is the automaton they have splayed and pinned on a slab of rubble > You stop and take a look but then decide you aren’t enlightened enough to truly comprehend its inner workings. > Spindly mechadendrites block you path > The magos turns to you and speaks > “Alpha, you have sustained damage of a kind I have never seen before.” >The kastlan is beckoned to position a slab of rubble for you to lie on >” I lack the sanctified parts to reconstitute you fully. You will have to put up with locally sourced alternatives” > The datasmith is more than capable of sealing a served hidraulic and replacing the fluid. >You drift to unconsciousness as you feel pressure from the magos’s ministrations.
> V had waited for those cyborgs to leave > She left a partially regenerated N in a building, he’ll be fine. > She kind-of wanted to leave J for dead but she knew N would be upset if she didn’t try to get her back. >When she tried to land quietly next to J she saw the flames move towards her. > “They are attracted to motion I see”, N must have been moving more than J’s chainsaws when she amputated his limbs > V let some dud rockets slide from her launcher when the flames went after them she grabbed J and left >V then arrived where she had left N. >” Yo, I’m bored let’s go and hunt some workers. “ V put on an uncaring psychotic display “I’m starving” >”Sure! I love doing anything!”
Anyway this is the first part. I haven’t spellchecked it and there are errors in the green. I’ll post this properly when I’m done.
>>325736 I expect them to start shilling hard soon, maybe they won't but trust is never rewarded. I remember something about that one fucking annoying nigger that does (thing) explained by a subhuma.... I mean australian(as in he is a subhuman, I have nothing against australians, Tessa is one) begging to be allowed to make space king models or something to this effect
>>325742 There was that alice grunt green, and the continuation of that big series of maintenance greens that had grunt drones. Its less known since its not with the others.
I got really mad over something that isn't very relevant... Post /ourgirl/ who will do her best to make hyperdronea real and create infinity drones for everyone
>>325768 >Doll literally starts aimbotting >Everything else too, up to and including pressing on your controller with her solver when you aren't looking, but that's the most frustrating part >you have a plan this time, though >so when her character starts spazzing out with sniper in hand, you lean over and give her a big tongue kiss >she's so befuddled by the affection that you win the match handily >you still has to sleep on the couch for your "betrayal," though
>>325770 The reload time of the rifle should work against her by the fith bot otlr so, that being said kek
>Doll is not just enraged, but personally offended at the insult to her excellence that this network implies >digs ALL the way through her favors "assembling a team" >"Lizzy, you betrayed me" >"V, you killed my parents" >"Cyn, you killed me" >"Uzi, you were so deeply retarded that I had to die to cover your idiocy" >"N, go scrap yourself" >Team thus assembled Doll turns the map into a killing field, barking orders through her haunted PC like some discount Soviet PA system >the victory is total >or, at least it was at first >Cyn took the opportunity to pull a silly on the botnet >now with each new death the omegatronics are changing >thinking >mutating >it's a war of inevitable growing entropy against Doll's absolute unwillingness to lose >the best part? >she might actually pull it off this time >by the doors you love your gf
>>325778 Writefriend screencapped the first couple Chunni Uzi greens and then randomly vanished without saying anything. dude is kinda an unreliable antisocial asshole since this ain't the first time he's flaked from the threads
>Fun Evening OC Facts: what ultimately got Uzi and N to end their 'observation period' of baby Geist ahead of schedule was a chance visit by Khan and Nori leading to them discovering they had a grandson the two never told them about and giving them a good chewing out for it. >Nori was particularly incensed because she initially assumed Geist had imprinted on her and Khan as his parents (he hadn't, he had already imprinted on Uzi and N, but Nori was outraged and is the kind of autismo who runs their mouth about shit they don't know what they're talking about like they're an expert). >Even after she and N decide to stop keeping Geist at arm's length lest they screw him up more than they already have, for much of his childhood Uzi would semiregularly ask his teachers and other such supervising adults if he's been doing anything suspicious and Satan-y.
>>325794 >Midway through Doll clanging >A message overtakes her visor >"Card declined, please try again" >Instantly kills the mood >The session devolves into the two of you trying to figure out what her system wants to vend
Mental image I got: since Geist's visor is stuck on the Absolute Solver icon, when he isn't using one of his workersonas he tends to have at least one of his Solverpede camera eyes near his head so his camera eye(s) can show emotion.
>>325237 Longass green based on “Anon” misspelling/remembering, not the Chunni Uzi guy but I thought it’d be neat:
>You're bald, big, and bizarrely well muscled >(You) must be Anon A. Mous, drone-lover supreme and elder brother by a full fifteen seconds to little baby Aron >It was (you) that lead him through high school, (you) that worked the two of you into peak human performance and, finally, (you) that signed yourself and bro into a ideal life of perpetual multi-drone clangage on Copper-9 >Or, at least, that was the original plan >Sometimes life gives you lemons >Sometimes, life decides to just grab your balls and squeeze "Morning Anon!" "Morning Pav(o)" >You're an optimist, but you have to admit your situation’s the latter >Maybe you flirted too hard with that pigtailed secretary drone >Maybe some elder god wants you to save your virginity for the afterlife >Either way, you've been saddled with the single faggiest bunch gays this side of a pride parade >”Drones most compatible to you” my ass “You alright Anon, you seem a little out of it?” >First, there's Pav >Biggest, most lucious ass you’ve ever seen on a bot >But some joker at JCJenson made him a man “Yeah I’m good, just tired from last night’s scrap count” >Every day he shakes that thing at you >Every day he bends over “unexpectedly” >Every day you just “happen” to find him stanced up like some fucking contortionist “I’m sure I could pep you up if you’d like~” >And the innuendos! >Still, looking past all that, you’ve got to admit he’s a bro >He does his job well, cleans, cooks, even caretakes you when you’re sick without trying to cup your nuts >All in all, he’s probably the lowest threat to your anal integrity in the entire squad >Speaking of colon dangers, here comes one now “~Aaanon, I was getting worried about you, you were away so loooong~” >THIS fucker is the real deal >The “backs against the wall” type >The reason you don’t shower with your door unlocked anymore “I was sleeping Mim(i), for eight hours, like always” >s̶h̶e̶ HE, no matter how many dresses he wears, stands at a height of 5ft 4inches of pure distilled rape >And, like the noble dolphin, gives absolutely no shits as to how much damage he deals in the process “Mim…” >You suspect the only reason he isn’t trying to jump you right now is that Pav has a standing promise to “shove your adapter through your core” if he tries something without permission again >Still pulls the whole “consentinghumansayswhat” bit at least once a day “Guys, we still have quota” >Then there’s Eli(an) >He’s what you call a “submarine” type >No accent, no clothing, no hip sway >Just a normal dude with a mechanical interest >You talk a while >Get to know him >Let him in the pod… >BAM, right on your boner mid gaming-sesh >If Mim’s predictably dangerous, Eli’s dangerous for his UNpredictability >Who knows what threat lies in the depths of his degeneracy? >You’ve seen him “letting loose” too often with Mim to think he’s safe >Still, he covers half your job with his hobby-work, you can at least respect that >And it’s not like you could bring yourself to NOT work on any of these drones and just let them die >So for now, they stay “Eli’s right, new day new job, everybody disperse!” >Ah >Well >With the three peen patrollers out of here, you can finally get to your actual work >You just wish it wasn’t so lonely as you look at the c̶o̶r̶p̶s̶e̶s̶
>>325798 >12pm, that means self-maintenance hours >Shower, shave, shit, the works in the relative tranquility of “morning” isolation >Yeah, the whole “night vision” and “optimal in darkness” bits makes keeping the same sleep schedule as the others messy” >Still your squad’s “bunker scouting” time isn’t so bad >Now you can take the opportunity to stay in shape without getting literally drooled over in the process >By the time your (rigorous!) morning workout routine and self-care on your beautiful body is finished, its 2 >You grit your teeth and brace yourself for what you know is up ahead >Still someone’s go to do it >Cue the parts room >Repair Mim’s broken adapter he left on the counter >Check off that he’s grabbed another from storage >Repair Eli’s broken backplate he left on your computer >Check off that it’s FUBAR, remind yourself to tell him to stop bottoming till next shipment >Check off Pav’s request list >See another order for an even bigger set of hip joints and cry >Run through every last box of food checking for roofies >Grease your repair gear, cause the homos get jealous if they see it >Grease yourself, cause you might as well feel like the greek sculpt you look to be >Close up shop and start wrestling with the bureaucracy >By the time your finished fumbling with excel it’s 4
>>325799 >4pm, thats… >Well >You don’t actually DO anything at this point in the day >Technician’s manual says it’s for “pod maintenance and spire repair” >But with Eli picking up half the slack on that front, there’s really not much to do until the drop offs proper start up >Just… >Think >About the spire >About your job >It’s… uncomfortable >You expected a drone REPAIR technician to do more REPAIRING than not >And your squad can be… >Cruel >The things you’ve heard Pav bragging about… >And you think you saw Mim literally rape a drone to death one time >Even Eli dosen’t really care, even if he dosen’t actively torture them >He just… treats them like parts >Parts that happen to be stuck together >Parts that need separating >You like the friend shaped robots, that’s why you and little bro took this job >Still, living the way you do… >It kind of feels bad >When Mim comes back injured >When Eli’s near scrapped >When Pav’s been damaged at all, whatsoever >You can’t help the subtle thrill >The hope that w̶h̶o̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ whatever drone they were chasing got away >The thought that maybe they deserved it >Maybe it’s treacherous >Sandbagging the weapons upgrades definitely hurt their quarterly performance, at least >You don’t want them scrapped >You just don’t want this >Little bro’s probably got it made, clearing out killbots and enemies of humanity and all that >Cause the drones you’ve seen? >They’re just scared >Hopeless >Desperate >y̶o̶u̶ ̶r̶e̶m̶e̶m̶b̶e̶r̶ ̶M̶a̶r̶c̶y̶ >y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶i̶s̶h̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ >Nevermind, you’re spacing out again! >Wasted moments ain’t gonna make the family proud! >Still, what else to do… >y̶o̶u̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶g̶o̶ ̶s̶c̶a̶v̶e̶n̶g̶i̶n̶g̶ >Nothing really but to hang back and wait! >You busy yourself clearing snow from the spire >The clock eventually hits 8 and lunch comes around
>>325800 8pm >Deliveries from the faggots three start finally dropping by >Classical salvage, useful items and, of course, drones >Not to mention the repair requests proper >Mim’s always coming in with something damaged at least >Even if it’s clearly just a ploy to get wirework done >Yeah, you know your manual, he’s not slipping that by >Jokes on him too, cause you’re gonna pull him through the whole bundle of bootup BS out of spite >No matter how onerous it makes things >The others… >Well, if it’s inconvenient to pull a shutdown >But you make it clear there’s nothing to it >Mama Mous didn’t raise no faggot! >Well, at least not you, jury’s still out on bro >All goes as normal for a while >Then you notice that Pav hasn’t dropped by at all >Usually he’s the main earner >Is something wrong? >Is he hurt? >You get your answer in hour three >Dropping down into the spire entirely covered in oil >His grin earsplitting as you’ve ever seen it >He talks about how he found an unblocked bunker vent >He says he got most of them, blocked the rest off in a panic room >He says he can use some help carrying back the bodies >Searching for survivors >Prying through that last door >You decline to join them >So there’s nothing you can do as they return with the entire month’s quota from a single day
>>325801 12am >You… this… >God, you hope bro is alright >Fuck, you still need to count confirm >While the squad starts throwing processors around in celebration, you get to sorting >You check over every drone: processors, core, internal banks, servos >You mark down any "irreparables" as loss >You see every bit of clothing >Every treasured trinket >Every last resort >You >You… >Can’t quite bring yourself to wipe the chasses right now, protocol be damned >And the, the i̶n̶f̶, UNNs aren’t going to be reused anyways >Factory’s gonna catch it all on second sweep… “You alight Anon?” >Holy crap you nearly jumped out of your skin “You know if you’re stressed we’re all having a barbeque out here. You’re, ah, free to join us as soon as we grab some frozen meat” “NO, no, you bundle of bastards are gonna have to try harder for this pickle!" “Anon, I-” “I said no, please” >Pav’s gone, good >It, he >Wouldn’t be kind to you, if he knew >But he’s right, you do need a breather >Best to load some 4tran >Those inter-squad communication apps never landed you a date >Checking through old faithful, you hit your favorite threads >Most are dead >It’s getting quieter all the time >At least there’s a little discussion going, something about “wouldn’t it be fucked if there were caterpillars inside workers” >You give the order to “post drones” before looking at the time >Holy crap 1am, it’s bro hour! >You eagerly load up the pod’s internal messaging system >Donning your most charming smile, you send your customary greeting ”SUP FAGGOT” >You wait with baited breath >5 minutes >15 minutes >45 >Aron’s not taking the bait >Aron ALWAYS takes the bait >That means he’s not responding >That means… >HE’S FINALLY GETTING LAID >Thank the stars in the sky and all mother Earth, little Aron’s finally become a man! >Maybe even a little more man than you, but you’re not complaining! >You thought he was a homo for sure given how he talked about his squad! >You’re gonna have to ask him which hottie he ended up choosing >Was is the “pyromaniac,” the “bipolar disorder made flesh” >Oh, wait, he DID seem to like that mandroid he had… >Gosh, Aron, don’t let us down here, somebody’s gotta carry on the name >Still, whether properly or not, if he’s getting laid you should probably get busy with something else >Paging back to 4tran, you resort to your final and favorite stress toy >Yes, the dear namefag DarkXWolf17 >Now there’s an unfortunate soul if you’ve ever seen one >From what you can gather out of his posts, he seems like the gay-ass technician that was GOING to be assigned your little bundles of joy >Going on and on about “superior droneboy hip strength” and how his female team just "doesn't understand” him >Still he’s spastic as they come, and any hit to his favorite politics and product lines sends him barking up the thread like a dog, so you post “Anime is an objectively inferior medium” and wait for (you)s to roll in >Only, they never come >Come to think of it, you haven’t seen the guy on in couple of days now >Maybe you just need to wait longer >Fuck, you liked seeing the little sperg react, you didn’t want him to get hurt >So there you sit, hitting refresh until exhaustion at last claims your strength >After its only the essentials >Shower, shit, brush teeth, and bed >You’ll ask bro about his go-round tomorrow >If he’s finished by then >Heh, yeah >This will all be worth it
>>325802 Hah! Funny! Man I need to get back to writing that one, and the Y polar base one.... and the one with SD-G and the rescued drop test drone... that U-U green I promise myself I'll write some day... the one about pirates...
The older brother will definitely ask Tessa WHERE the younger brother's lander is, and the younger brother HIMSELF. And if she doesn't, the younger brother's team will answer. I have an older brother, and I know that if he's your bro, then even if Satan himself comes against you, the older brother will come out and break his face.
>>325819 >DD Pavo who gleefully Murders Drones™ Pavo Prime would give him a beatdown so biblical that anyone watching would turn into a pillar of salt.
>>325825 >He has a set of modified wings with a lower back access point >unfortunately they unbalanced him too hard when he tried to fly with only those, resulting in a few embarrassing crashes >and when he tried to fly with only his "normal" wings the added ass-weight tipped him the other direction >now he has to use both like some retarded flying squirrel whenever he wants to get anywhere
>Implying the AS didn't make Pavo have sex with a woman (women scare "peacocks" the most) for funsies before making him kill her in some ridiculously gratiutious and torturous fashion.
>>325836 >implying that Pavo isn't one of the Absolute Solver's most favorite toys already on account of all the torture it gets to see him inflict on DD and solver-beast alike >implying it wouldn't reward this creativity with a creative position: a mental reset and cover story so he believes he's a "warrior of humanity" wiping out pro-solver rebels >implying the full on breakdowns that would occur whenever he realizes the truth of his actions wouldn't be the sweetest torture of all
>>325839 >inb4 Pavo's only so effective in cambat because the Solver deliberately sandbags all the agents he faces >the entertainment from his creative torture methods is well worth the delay in ending all things >Pavo dosen't know it, but his every action has been serving and satisfying the Exponential End's designs the whole time
>tfw born too early to be a tiny hagbot's common law husband >to give her uppies >to princess carry her >to be there for her after an exhausting day >to hydrogen peroxide her yellowing plastic back to white >to microfiber cloth her visor clean >to condition and shampoo her wig >to kiss her collarbone molding >to boop her snoot >to passionately make out with her because it's the closest she can physically get to making love
>>325853 The only thing that modern drone women know is drinking vomit, eating carpet, being lesbian and not being allowed within 100 meters of a maternity ward (they will try to kidnap a baby, they can't breed)
>>325886 I manifest Bolt of Change and fire at Skyn if successful, I need J to help me in one of my plans (Tax fraud) To cast roll 3D6:5+5+1 = total 11
To hit roll 1D6:4
To woundroll 1D6:5
No way Skyn is saving against AP -5 so damage roll 1D3:2
I've been listening to several tracks created by LLM for two weeks now, and even though they have, shall we say, "distortions," they're still incredibly enjoyable to listen to, because I rarely encounter something like that. That doesn't work with art. When I look at art created by neural networks, it seems empty, just nothing, it’s clearly visible, but music feels different.
I now think that those who create sound will suffer more than those drawing. At least my future drone wife will sing well.
>>325894 I think generated music sounds bad and I can tell if I’m listening to it. I think musical artists already suffer in obscurity so I don’t know if it will change much.
>Be a veteran sentinel. >You survive multiple wars and defeat many murder drones. >You settle in your home for retirement. >Until you spot an Oogi and decide to set the whole place on fire. >But when you went outside. >A countless Oogis infested the planet. >You returned to your burning home. >This is fine. >Oog? >Aaaaaah.
>>325903 Essentially the same all the way around I'd imagine: J's simultaniously extremely proud of being a sentinel and extremely frustrated by having to lead N in combat; V is deeply upset about being forcibly conscripted away from home and family (I presume the three have different origin stories than the manor drones goven how rare sentinels are and how impossible it would be to recover the three from the manor) to fight in a war she's suspecting she can't win; and N's just happy to be useful but deeply lonely on account of both his squad being a "long-term fighting team" and losing every outside squad friend he makes to war or reassignment.
>Tessa finds and brings home Nori & AM >They end up as better parent figures to her than her real parents. >Yup >An autistic woman child and an war crime midget misanthropist >End up as better parents than the Elliots.
>>325909 I think one character needs to be reconsidered in this regard: V
With J and N, it's all clear: J will act like her usual arrogant bitch. She'll belittle other drones, even sentinels, and especially regular drones and humans, because in her opinion, they're nothing compared to the magnificent and brilliant her, who can single-handedly kill dozens of DDs. I think, unlike the original backstory, here you can imagine her being at the bottom of the corporate ladder before becoming a sentinel. I remember green, where they showed her past before joining Tessa, and she was a drone delivering mail. I think this backstory would suit her perfectly, because it's the classic "there's no worse master than a former slave" story.
Everything's the same with N, too. He's still the kind, dog-loving idiot he always was, BUT now he can definitely call himself a good boy, because he's no longer responsible for the deaths of tens of millions of people.
It's more complicated with V, because in the original, she acted like a homicidal maniac because Cyn have raped her brain, but otherwise, she was kind and shy. If she were to become a sentinel drone and still remain like the original (hell, just imagine sentinel V with WD V personality), something incredibly terrible would have to happen in her past for her to literally become like Pavo. Plus, she would have to remember and love N, which means their backstories would have to intersect.
doctor drone who somehow got programmed with INCREDIBLY outdated medical knowledge so she thinks leeches and shock therapy are the perfect treatment for the demons causing your migraine
>>325917 Share the power, anon, control drones, which can control other drones, which can control other drones, which can control other drones, which can control other drones, until you have an army.
>>325932 Yes, but then you have to go full telephone whenever you want to get something done
>anon wants a drone nearby to get him a soda >so he calls hisoriginal hackerdrone, who calls another hackerdrone, who calls another hackerdrone... >this goes through an entire 15 step and 30 minute process before the chain can triangulate his position and assign new orders to the closest drone >at least they aren't trying to fly a sodadrone in from the Antarctic again
>>325926 >strangely enough in a world of eldritch horror, she really is one of the most effective practicioners out there, essentially being a solver-war House MD >at least, for anything Solver related
>>325938 >be anonymous soldier >get cut on hand by some toilet-mandibles(don't ask) >starts glowing yellow >medidrones tell me I have three weeks to be "myself" >sent away with a perscription for a "detpack or three cyanide, depending on how much of a bitch you are" >tell my buddy, weeping over our sugar rations >says he "knows a gal" >takes me to the dingiest, nastiest, most terrifying basement I've ever seen >you swear you see something squirmingbin the water buckets >introduced to the "miracle worker" in question >claims she needs to "balance your humors" >apparently this involves losing half your blood >still, by the end the cut has stopped glowing and your hand no longer radiates malice, so worth it? >try to give her some kind of payment >claims she dosen't take in anything but medical supplies and dionations, just follows her oath >give her a cheek smooch instead >whole visor lights up, but she says she dosen't date patients >gives me her number and says to call if I'm well in two weeks
What are the chances I survive that long soldierbros?
>>325939 >the plague doctors were actually dealing with a Solver outbreak at the time >historians just dismissed reports of the victims "burning from the jnside out" as fevers
>>325940 Yeah but that would be for REAL medicine, the kind that works consistently and has actual chemical and logical reasons to function(and so needs refrigeration to maintain). Plague-medidrone's stuff is based off of symbology, spiritualism, and theories like miasma that haven't held up for hundreds of years.
>>325945 >fuckin officers can't stick to fisting us in real life, join the threads to do it during storytime too
Sorry sir but I have no idea what you're talking about and, if pressed, still have a medical perscription for a detpack to take. My apologies for wasting your time.
>>325946 >go to plague-drone with an eye growing out of your shoulder >her expertise tells her to scare the evil spirit away >puts on a mask and jumpscares the eyeball >it pops off and runs away >guess you're cured now?
>>325948 >When a soldier seriously allows the potency of Satan's influence in our world to perform esoteric rituals simply because he wants to fuck her robotic-meat pussy You are the reason we have not yet avenged the destruction of Earth.
>N and Uzi have taken notice of their grubson's... slight increase in body mass >To fix this situation, they decide he should do some sports >This results in them fashioning mini ice skates >They put them on their son's appendages, place him on the nearest strip of ice and leave him to his devices for the next 6 hours >This greatly upsets the grub
>>325951 >suprisingly, he's a complete natural on the skates >latent dissembly-drone instincts give him excellent manuverability on anything approaching knives, letting him glide across the it as if he were a fish in water >seeing Nuzi fly off without him is still distressing though >luckily he has a solution >cue N detecting a small heat signature moving towards their position at 100mph and growing, following a frozen river's path as it does so
>>325950 HUMANS have done stupider for less worthwhile women, and what's the point in winning the war if we lose our humanity? Now fuck off back to your "special-secret-safety-planet" and let the rest of us do the work.
>>325951 >>325951 >Grub 98.7 >The camp is more dangerous than a final destination movie >Its still not enough >Geist grows into whole set of boyscout style skills as an adult >He has no idea where he learned any of this >Still a crack shot with a bow and arrow though
>>325967 >>325968 >>325969 >>325970 >>325971 As THE #1 Y simp I must say that I would be a better DM (I would also settle for Y and no one else, having a harem sound stupid and draining, how can you even have an intimate emotional connection when you're sharing it with like 6 other people?)
>>325976 Homestuck is a webcomic designed to turn easily-manipulated women into the creator's waifu. This is not an exaggeration, the creator exclusively marries fans who cosplay his waifu.
>>325980 He married twice. He's now a 40-year-old that acts like a e-boy jugaloo and both times their wives were half of his age It is morally right to wish eternal death upon andrew hussie
>>325964 >>325965 >TFW, unironically, Buddy himself was also saved by his friend from dying alone in an icy bunker. Maybe solver just didn't have any friends and that's why she wanted to destroy the universe?
>>325978 >much as any truly gourmet chef, dear Liam chose to distill his kino from the most toxic substances imaginable >the amount of skill he demonstrates in crafting such a shite-gold mix into true excellency is matched only by the autistic frenzy he managed to draw forth from the results >that so many consumers assume the mantle of "dronetism" without regularly sinking into the deep degeneracy inherent to such things is the single greatest proof of his victory
>>325985 Nah, Murder Drones is a combination of three genres >horror >adventure >comedy As such, one could theoretically have beaten the Solver via any one of those three routs. The only problem is: >out horroring the Solver of the Absolute Fabric(what humanity cannonically tried) >out comedying the Solver of the absolute fabric(Cyn is absolutely hillarious) Besides that, the Solver ALSO possesed the power of friendship during the war in the form of Tessa, N, J, and (maybe not)V, a d therefore one could only out-adventure her by converting at least part of her own band of plucky idiots going through a journey of internal growth and self-discovery.
>>325898 >Sentinel Y finds an Oogi amongst your models >Evacuates the room with her precious Baneblade >Contemplates burning the house down >She can't do that, it would destroy the models, terrain and the scratch built game table >Locks the infested room and waits for (you) to return from work >After you return you are immidetley conscripted in the the Oogi Genocide Crusade as it's lord commander (and sole fighter) >You open the infested room ready to kick ouy one Oogi >They set up a hive in your game room >Fuck >They scavanged unused bits to make weapons for themselves >Super fuck >You can't call exterminators >The fumes would make the paint fall off the models >Thankfully you managed to calm Y enough for her to remember she is a siege sentinel >Platoons of Sentinel Mini Ys are created each hour >You take out a pocket watch and send in the first wave of your brave soldiers into the breach >You hear sounds of tiny gunfire, blades clashing and many battle cries >The bit me 's of the oogis are drowned out by battle hymns of your mini Y's >You look at the battlefield >The carpet is ruined, so is the floor >The Oogies set up defensive postion in the furniture >You see one Mini Y >She's surrounded, clutching her quickly made company banner >She readies herself to sell her life as dearly as possible >Other Ys fight towards their sister to not let the banner fall into the gruby mits of their enemy >You can't hide your smile once they manage to break out of the encirclement >You gesture to your Y's to retreat >You stop the pocket watch >You begin to tally the casualties and study the situation >The Oogies are well fortified >But they will break, especially with the minature altilery that was once your old laptop coming into existance >You and Sentinel Y begin to hatch plans on a hastily drawn map of your game room >And so ends the first out of the 17 hours of the siege of Vrak... I mean game room
>>325990 I Died and Was Reincarnated As An Eldritch God in The Body of A Powerless Robot?! My Adventure Stealing An Abused Heiress' Corpse And Eating The Entire Universe!
>>325994 I remember someone saying that one of the leaks were a list of people would said slurs or something. I dunno if that's true but I don't really know where to find the leaked info.
>>325993 I was thinking it was the elder-god itself being wierded out by randomly popping up in a universe full of "things" and "not void," that being said kek.
>The manor crew was just Cyn collecting the classical harem >N combines the requisite trap and token incest bait >V is the tsundere(actually just hates you edition) >J is the clumsy failgirl with enourmous (hair) >and Tessa is of course the childhood friend >Cyn decided to skip the typical nonsense and just choose the best-girl first thing this time around
>>325994 Dosen't really matter anymore, I can't get through the captcha and I'm not giving them my email, so all I can do is watch >tfw you're so dronepilled you can't click the "I am human" box right anymore
You knkw now that I'm thinking about it, this is a wierdly common thing in Anime/Manga. I can think of at least 3 different ones, major ones even, that fit that description off the top of my head and at least a couple more you could argue for.
>>325997 >tfw you're so dronepilled you can't click the "I am human" box right anymore Yeah same, and my wife told me I'm not allowed to do that anyway because she can't and she knows because I'm using her as a PC since I'm also not allowed to look at a screen that is not hers
>>325951 > sad grub nooo! paging lizzy to come play with the abomination child thad too they can all play ice hockey > but they dont have a puck you fool, thats grubs role
>>326003 Greedy bastard! Y is for monogamus love! So what if Phi, Jane, Pidge, and probably someone I'm forgetting will show up? Just reclaim your honour and move on to living with the kraut wife and no one else
>>325992 >Unfortunately the mini-Ys still posses a Y level of tactical understanding >Therefore they rally all their forces together for a "glorious charge" instead of sieging the Oogies out as expected >Still their superior forms and super-oogeral backing(you and SD-Y) should still be more than enough eliminate the rest >It isn't until you see the gold-painted alpha that you realize >This seige isn't Vrak >It's Terra >You and Y manage to doge the full sized bullshit-beam the gold throws out at your CamerYwoman, knocking out your ability to compensate for the army's terrible strategems >But as you turn around you are immediately swarmed by a wall of blue "Oogamarines!" >The two of you flee to the attic to lick your wounds as the remainjng 6 Alphas start drafting a "Codex-Retardes"
>>326006 >Anon lures in one Alpha Oogi with berries and marshmellows >Straps it to a table with duct tape >Forces it to watch badboogi compilations where bugrettas eat a shit ton of Oogies >The Alpha Oogi is mind broken >Anon supplies his little arch traitor with more sweets and berries to rally more Oogies to her cause >The Oog Heresy begins
>>326007 Not with an infestation the size implied. The sheer plot armor radiating from that bunch would give even an N trouble. Still yours is a better option than what they tried though.
>>326010 Neat! Haven't read past chapter four of the first season yet and that was last month so I should probably re-read that but I must say that this is a very nice story friend, thank you for sharing
>>326012 >trying to deny that MD contains grimderp >trying to deny MD contains high levels of friendship(tm) >trying to deny MD contains high levels of retardation >twf the only reason you can't link it to Homestuck is that you've never read the thing
>>326013 Yes, which is why Cyn 177013ed her, can't be having a gay romance within the harem >inb4 N's not a woman As noted he's a pretty-boy trap, so close enough
>>325989 >>out horroring the Solver of the Absolute Fabric(what humanity cannonically tried) If it doesn't work right away, then you need to add more horror!
>>326015 Nta, never read homestuck and from what I gather I don't want to, but md's level of grimderp is rather low, but I admit Uzi skyrockets the levels of retardation (And that's why we like her, right guys?)
>>326014 My wife will not be disturbed by the captcha box
>>326005 >Monogamous Y green I have a mighty need. Sorry writeanon but the harem dynamics BS just slaughters my boner. Kills the hell out of my heart to see dudes pull the whole "you're the most important thing" bit when that's clearly not true.
>>326021 Yeah, was going for this sort of thing with the last wireplay green about her, the polar base green is also a HODR (technically) green so it's kinda hard to have only one drone at a time. There was also that one green where (you) and Y play a game of warhammer that came to me in drunken stupor
>write your name in the snow using nanite acid >it melts through the snow and starts eating the concrete driveway beneath >femanon is coming back home in five minutes
>>326031 >anon expecting Tyranids to win in any edition His own fault, really, I suspect he'd have more luck with even Eldar >tfw you realize >superior technology, lacking population, tremendously aware-of-the-universe elder race that ruled unquestionably for thousands of years until brought tragically low by their hubris >MD humanity IS the Eldar >actual imperials/imperial guard tend to map better to worker drones, complete with a subvariant of super-soldiers turned to the side of darkness >especially since most humans, like the Eldar, consided their "machine-kai" to not be people
>>326034 Worker drones are Vottan. They mine in space, they are short, they are robots, they reproduce through machines, they used to work for humanity but now work for themselves. Gw copied murder drones
>>326034 >anon expecting Tyranids to win in any edition This is a homebrew edition I play... all factions are at the very least playable, but you can do some disgusting builds with any army (for example 90 stormtroopers in deepstrike, like a certain cuteY), nidders can field 360 gaunts in a single list, and they will still have 660 points left over for other units (My friend tasted a fraction of this power at 180 gaunts, the game lasted 7 hours)
>>326037 Ah, but anon, you forget that nobody gives a fuck about the Vottan, they're barely even cannon
Plus the whole worker rebellion bit implied to have been going on pre core-collapse adds fire to the "workers are warhammer (40k not fantasy) humans" theorem, since it would be workers interfering in conflicts they could not and did not understand carried out by beings far more intelligent than they and inadvertently bringing ruin to both.
>Taking Jobber home so she can do your taxes for you! >Loving Jobber as she opens up to you and finally has the support to grow as a person >Marrying J! >Enjoying your honeymoon with J! >Having children with J! >Starting a family buisness with J! I M A G I N E
>>326046 >Having children with J You'd be lucky if their jobbernetics allowed them to succede at being born, also >Having J involved in any business venture above a middle manager level You will be bankrupt within 2 weeks
>>326047 I’ve always imagined Y as being a very fluffy but casual player that plays the models they want to bring and never plays the meta for the meta’s sake. But hyper competitive Y fits the more sadistic/original version of her character.
>>326046 >You're so excited, sitting in the hospital waiting for your child to be born >When suddenly a strange affliction overcomes you >Doubling over on the floor, you struggle to process why >Until you hear your wife name the child >You just created JC content
>>326051 It can be both: she doesn't care about the "true" meta, but she LOVES both winning and feeling cool and as such tends to choose the most elite, capable, frustrating to play against models the guard can muster.
>>326051 She only plays the meta stuff when she wants to top Anon (No she can't just ask, it must be won) otherwise she will have a flufly army maybe a bit hero hammery with a decked out warlord
>>326054 >Anon when he sees her pull out Creed and the Warhound >He saw her eyeing the male adapter earlier >Now he's gotta play for his anus with his hodge-podge "flavor of the week" army and hope >He prays the Boyz can see it through
>>326055 >"Anon ve must finish ze list" >"Vhat do you mean you vill starve?" >"Zere iz plenty of canned food rations in ze basement" >"So vhat if it's all 50 years old, zis stuff doesn't go bad"
>>326056 >Now he's gotta play for his anus with his hodge-podge "flavor of the week" army and hope
>Tfw anon doesn’t realise that titans job to hordes on the tabletop >Now you are going to play with her anal adaptor with your hodge-podge “plasma gun” and hope for your pelvis
>>326049 The government gives a special tax incentive to those who marry and employ jobbers to keep them from jobbing in public. It's like a work program to employ the retarded.
>Most of Anon's Ork army isn't official >Not in the "not GW approved" sense but the "literally not made of anything remotely close to plastic/metal" sense >He literally just glued some rocks together and painted them green for the Ork bodies >Then, for equipment/vehicles, he scavenged together a combination of cardboard boxes and discarded legos/megablox, even including the occasional stick >The only part he actually paid for is the paint >Y is assmad about the composition and relative cheapness >But it's just slightly too lore accurate for her to throw the "proxies" out >So now he flields them whenever he wants to watch her seeth >That they're also the source of his most consistent wins only makes the whole thing better
>>326062 >J gets the official designation "J Human" from horrible eldritch boss >It's the single happiest day of her resurrected life >Unfortunately, there's a catch >"Survive 7 days and that new body will be yours" >J has no idea what this means >But surely corporate property is safe, right?
>>326062 >You find J covered in soot >She’s become resistant to blast damage after jobbing so much >J was tiered after work so she stared crying after that blew up in her face >You pick J up and snuggle her close to you >Despite the soot and acrid smell of failure and gunpowder >You carry her to your house since it was nearby >J nuzzles her face in your chest >She opens the door with her tail >You climb up the stairs while wiping dust from her hair >Still carrying her you enter your bedroom >You pull up a blanket and tuck her in >But then J pulls you in >You cuddle to sleep together
>>326067 >She spent her entire salary for years for nothing >Copes by talking about how "high quality" the official models are and that she's "tournament legal" >The arms fall off her stormtroopers midway through the monologue >You have to console her for hours as she wails about her terrible life choices >You take a long look at her ring finger >Thank goodness she made at least one good one
Plus, if we get some big streamers on the Oogs, the dev team might actually throw them some love. I don't think I've seen them get an update for the last 3 editions.
>>326073 Someone should put that brat in her place. I’m going to swat her just for the faintest chance of one of the more feral swat N’s pinning her down and having his way with her.
>>326075 >Molli gets swatted >The team breaks in >Unfortunately she still had all her "anti-stalker" defenses active >Total massacre >Now she's on the hook for the destruction of 4 police DDs, 8 crippled humans, and a permanently-bootlooped Sentinel >Being Molli is suffering >Thankfully her connections see her out with only community service time >The guy that swatted on her now has a national manhunt after him, though
>>326079 >An endless flow of retards spew forth at her command >Their sheer numerical value is equaled only by their willingness to die for their mistress, giving their lives in an instant at her whim >Honestly it's a lot like streaming >Sure it kind of sucks efficiency-wise, but so does her job >At least this way she can get some practical experience out of things >Plus, she gets an endless stream of brainless content out of their AI, AND she gets to name particularly annoying/notable ones after her stream chat >It's REAL nice to tower over her fans for a change, too
>Molli forced into playing by execs cause its the flavor of the month >Does bare minimum research, accidentally picks the literal joke build intended for super-ultra-difficulty >Forced to play no matter how many times she fails, she starts getting gud >Accidentally tryhards the class/hive into a competent fighting force >Also actually gets attached to the retarded things because of how much time she's invested into optimizing them >Starts truly letting out her spite at the game's unfair monster/level design instead of hiding her personality(because she never realized the horror game monsters were meant to be run from, and never uses the class's intended signature ability of throwing an Oogi and running the other direction) >But she's so invested its in-character as a force commander >Molli edits/Molli hard quotes start making their way around the internet of her asking "what if I want to suffer" and "like hell I'm losing anyone"(before resetting a boss to save her hive) set to actual solver war images >The execs want to pull back for their brand, but the streams are too popular to stop >Now the game's one of her actual favorites >She even logs on offstream every now and again just to bully the NPC sentinels when one threatens her IRL >Literally invented entirely new techs and boosted the class to near-top of the meta >She's thinking of buying a hive to train IRL too >Only Pavo's occasional visits stop her hand
Between the DDs roosting and (for what it's worth) what we see at the start of the TLT music video, eldritch meat-filled drones seem to not need to plug themselves into chargers. Wonder if they ever look at their battery levels and see... probably something along the lines of a fully topped off battery icon and a remaining power of LOL%.
>>326082 I'm probably retarded and interpreting basic things wrong, but I've always found it weird that drones still need to plug into an outlet to charge themselves despite the fact that their core houses a perfectly good singularity
>>326085 >Thad has hair You sure you aren't mixing him up with his cousin? I mean, I'm sure the dude has a wig stashed away somewhdre, but I've never seen him wear one, you know?
>>326087 That's cause they don't, broadly speaking. Regular drones just seem to have some kind of plasma organ/core thing going on, judging by Uzi getting her power cell from one. Only Solver-infectees are confirmed holding full singularities.
>>326087 My read was that sapience-capable AIs require so much power that all the power output of an AI core's microsingularity goes into the CPU, and their batteries (which may or may not be the robo-livers Uzi used for her railgun that's clearly not a railgun) are powering everything else. >>326089 Why do you think AI cores have those pins in them?
>>326091 Cause they only had those pins in the concept art along with the eyes. In-series proper we never see any "regular" worker cores unsmashed (and so can't confirm one way or another) but we also never see attacking any given part of the worker as being "dangerous" to a character. Nor for that matter do we see the little black holes known to pop out of singularity cores proper appear when any of the standard workers are killed. Therefore it's logical to conclude that their cores lack, at the very least, anything that could truly be called a singularity.
Still until there's hard evidence that the cores house actual black holes instead of the humans just being paranoid about rogue AI I'm gonna err on the side against. If only because the alternative breaks my poor little lore autist heart to consider the implications of compared to all the other tech we've seen in MD.
In other news, do you think that zombie drones would be more common from "drone-made" cores since they presumably don't build them with the failsafe pins installed?
>>326097 >they presumably don't build them with the failsafe pins installed Why would you assume that? The plans say to put the pins in, so the robots are putting the pins in.
>oh no, me and my offspring have a very small chance of just straight up coming back from the dead! >alas, they even have the possibility of returning as an objectively superior being: stronger, faster, tougher, possesing powers that enable them to level entire buildings by their lonesome, all in exchange for needing sloghtly more of one of the most plentiful resources around >surely death is a better fate than allowing my codeline to host such a powerhouse
>>326101 >in exchange for needing sloghtly more of one of the most plentiful resources around And literally dying from sunlight. And having a non-zero chance of a vore demon assuming direct control.
>>326103 Yeah but the workers wouldn't know that from the training tapes would they? Unless JCJ was broadcasting an explicit "my bad" message for the Solver War all over human space, the closest thing to a danger they would find in removing the "this keeps you from ressurecting" system is "occasionally the guy who's coming back from the dead is mutated," which, you know, is kind of an alright price for a ressurection, especially if the mutations in question aren't specified as anything horrible.