/md/ - Murder Drones

Don't forget to wash your drone, anon.

This with masqy and the shadow is a bunny.

>>331689
V's way ahead of you

Doll's love!

>>331689
>All drones are now sentinel drones
>Yes, everything, from disassemblers to grunts
>Holly had a breakthrough or something like that, just accept it as a fact and don't ask unnecessary questions; the important thing is how the world has changed
>All sunscreen manufacturers have gone bankrupt, the galactic economy is ruined
>The police are struggling to stop the now extremely powerful criminals
>The Sentinel Corps is now the de facto government, and Harper has become a dictator due to her unlimited powers
>Every doorframe in the galaxy has been knocked down, and door manufacturers are now the new economic elite
>Humanity must now come to terms with the fact that they are no longer just a minority, but an absolutely insignificant and weak minority
>At least we are definitely not in any danger now
>Yeah...

>>331696
Ok
>10 more energy
>One more polarization
>Has the minimum of golden trim applied to her
>Mandatory Deathorb passive
>2 of her parts are rare
>2 random weapons nobody uses get primed and become MR fodder prime
>Also there is a bug that makes her deal no damage on her 4

>Strawberry meeting Solara.

Drones for this feel

>>331701
EDF?

>>331701

>>331701
Anything not an SD going up against one

>>331710

>>331703
>Uzi, V and N decide to do a gaming sesh
>Game of the night? EDF 5
>But they are missing one person for the squad
>While metaphorically leafing through their list of potential candidates, they remember about Doll
>Maybe, in light of recent events, a communal event would cheer her up a bit (and improve relations somewhat)
>Doll replies a while later with a simple Ну ладно
>Everyone gears up: V as the Fencer, Uzi as Ranger, N as the Wing Diver, and Doll as Air Raider
>V and Uzi ridicule N for picking the flying bimbo
>Uzi jokes how V's character is just as fat as her
>Also Uzi: *Gets smacked with a gigantic hammer and tossed halfway across the map*
>Near the end of the mission, everyone gathers to beat back the final wave
>A hail of rockets emerges from the sky
>"Badass, give those ants hell!" Uzi roars
>However, instead of cheers of triumph, their voices become twisted by anger
>Every single kilogram of explosives happens to land on the trio's heads, and the ants swoop in to chew on their unconscious bodies
>Player Doll has disconnected. No players alive, mission aborted.
>In front of her monitor, Doll leans back as a wicked smile cuts across her face
>["Serves you bastards right."]

***
Later that day Uzi made a 5000 character post on 4drones about how air raiders are a dogshit class and everyone playing them deserves a swirlie.

Valentine if she was actually good.

>was it worth the immense pain and shame of getting a corporate logo tattooed on your penis?
>yes, yes it was

https://x.com/i/status/2020852086380847328

No drone made it this far.

>>331725

>Be me, Factory Supervisor
>Get a DD for my factory to help keep the workers in check
>Two days later pic rel happens and I see it on one of the cameras
>Productivity is down 20% because the WD do everything in their power to sneak out and molest the DD when he charges
>They don't fear the slut at all
>In fact I think he started to be a bit afraid of them
What do?

>>331725
>Guns.

>>331736

>>331736
Which one?

>>331737

>>331709
"Flattering"

>Cupidrone was flying through the abandoned streets of Copper-9 when suddenly she spots two sources of light coming from an alleyway
>She flies closer to one of the buildings and digs her limbs inside the aging concrete
>The female worker who was pressed against the wall by her male counterpart could have spotted a row of pink lights peeking down the alley
>However, she was too distracted by her boyfriend’s tongue wrestling inside her mouth to care about such base things as self-preservation
>Cupidrone’s tail flicked as she climbed up the building jumping from one side to a frost covered fire-escape.
>A deadly icicle was dislodged by her ungracious landing
>”You heard something?” Spoke the male drone
>Cupidrone projected holographic hearths around them.
>”I think…I saw something pink out of the corner of my eye” She pulled the male closer towards her, pressing their bodies closer to one another
>”Rebecca was right, the mood does make a difference” He parted her bangs then he stroked her cheek his hand unzipping her jacket
>The workers blushed as they leaned into each other, a mass of snow fell from above snapping their trance
>The couple stops as snow melts of their frames and stare with hollow eyes as death approaches
>Two pink heart eyes illuminate a slightly open smiling mouth
>A humanoid creature descended headfirst down the side of a fire-escape situated above them
>”Keep going, you’re fun to watch Cupidrone spoke as her holographic projector glowed pink in the darkness
>”Wierdo” They shouted in unison “Creep”
>Cupidrone couldn’t help but feel disheartened by their outburst but some part of her was prepared for it
>Despite her overwhelming curiosity and excitement, she felt a small modicum of shame or guilt as she observed the couple
>The drones proceed to get back in the mood as they saw her fly away
>The male drone swiped the snow from his helmet then he leaned on the female drone causing her to stumble into a pile of soft snow
>Pink two-dimensional hearts and sparkles flickered around them
>She giggled then threw a hastily made snowball on his visor as his rapid steamy breaths tried to cool him down
>Snow melted in their vicinity as the female drone was pinned down by the male
>She caressed his chest with a warm hand; his maintenance hatch was almost opened.
>She screamed, weakly she pointed her trembling hand at the apparition before her
>A murder drone, claws dribbling with oil, his tongue licking up a worker carcass’s neck
>Its only hand hung limply as torn cables and leaking pipes dribbled in absence of a lower half
>The pink tined flickering murder machine tossed the drained shell aside, causing it to fizzle out in a garble of pixels
>Her companion couldn’t muster a response as he looked over her at a similar image
> A female murder drone that swayed her hips as she approached, her smoking gun arm raised proudly, as she eyed up the frightened drone boy

>>331754
>”Take me and kill her I don’t want to die” Again they made their plea in unison “Hey handsome I’m sure you need a new toy how about you eat this loser and take me instead”
>Cupidrone hovered above the scene, her eyes darted around her screen. “Don’t they love one another …they were supposed to try and save each other then they’d try to give themselves up for their loved one…then they’d make out”
> Below her the two didn’t notice that the holograms were gone.
>”What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why won’t you try and save me when a murder drone tries to kill me?!” The female drone got up and shouted as the male
>”As if you wouldn’t leave me for a hot thunk that only sees you as food!” He retorted as her turned his head away from her
>”At least he values me for something it’s not like he would leave me….” She raised her head and vision away from him
>”AND why wouldn’t I leave you when you’d have me eaten” He got up and almost grabbed her throat, crunching his fists before her neck
>…FOR The first bad bitch with a body count higher than our grade! And gosh it’s called survival instincts” Blushing perhaps she pulled away and turned her back to him
>”Well my instincts tell me that you blew both of our chances with those hot murder drones!” He shouted loud enough so he’d knew she could hear him.
>”I’m NEVER talking to you Again, you grovelling pathetic loser” Her bravado quivering at the last words.
>”Good because I don’t want to talk to an unfaithful dumb Bitch like you” They both tried to walk in separate ways but there was only one way out of the alleyway
> Cupidrone’s heart eyes went hollow then broke in two at the exchange. “I wouldn’t, couldn’t have thought people could talk like that.” She blinked them back into the right shape
>She felt a slight sting on her core, perhaps, her flying was less focused as she forgot to flap her wings
>”That felt fun tough, those two really have passion…I feel terrible for breaking them up” She swooped up a cloud of snow as she flew past the couple
>”But I’m sure there are better things to see out there” Her pink lights faded into the perpetual storm that characterized Copper-9
1/?

>>331755
>Cupidrone flew absentmindedly through the frozen forests of copper-9, past the cities and the cracked rock, she had flown for nights not encountering anything interesting
>Eventually she looped back into the city
>She mustered up a hastily made imperfect and unsatisfying hologram of one of the mountains before quickly deleting
>She had to resort to salvaging oil from old spires and cans as she hadn’t run into anyone in a while
>Normally she’d cleave some from the disassemblers that tried to mess with her, or some of the drones she ran into
>But for a while now she had noticed a gradual increase in her more feral coworkers
>Other than the odd few like that squad with the worker drone medic, that other pink eyed drone and her rapist goons, and that cute almost couple she should totally nudge together and their excentric major.
>Most of the disassemblers she ran into were little more than mindless machines, they bored her as they fell for her holograms even more that the workers did
>Of course there were others, but these were the ones she thought of, she couldn’t get herself hung up in melancholic drivel.
>The spire of J’s squad was coming up over the horizon
>She hadn’t seen or heard from them in quite some time, so she wondered if they were around in some capacity or another
>She entered the spire through one of the access holes, at least they weren’t dead as there were recent-ish corpses lying around.
>There wasn’t any activity in the spire so she entered their landing pod to see if she can find something about
>Noting out of the ordinary save for a drawing of their pod with purple flames and text she didn’t bother to read
>That was enough for her, so she left the spire to look for oil elsewhere. Perhaps she’d bump into them outside
>She was conveniently distracted by a blonde drone entering a drone dealership while typing on her phone
>Cupidrone landed on the roof, she sliced the lock of a rooftop access hatch and made her way inside.
>She hovered through the high shelves that stocked spare parts and drone accessories, she’d have to take a close look at some time, but now wasn’t the time.
>Eventually she found some cans of oil, she carried one in each hand as she creeped up to the source of the typing sounds
>Lizzy, kicked a helmet with contempt, as she browsed the dresses section for something new to wear. Unsatisfied she took some with her to the changing room
>The room had a high celling, vents, pipes and metal bars crisscrossed just like in a supermarket
>Cupidrone looked at her phone from behind vent. After enough stalking she figured out that the girl’s name was “Liz” and that V had asked her to pick up some premium oil for her
>Lizzy, looked up from her phone to acknowledge the flat figure before her, the distorted image of Serial Designation V was tinted pink and flickered as any simple hologram would
>It spoke “Yo, Lizzy wanna have some fun!”
>”Geez, gross. And since when have you gone back to speaking like that”
>Cupidrone fizzles the hologram out after Lizzy turn her back to it but not before Lizzy snapped a photo
>”Killer figure though, who’d you have to kill get flat like that” Then she goes back to texting on her phone
>Cupidrone enjoys the novelty of drinking oil as she watches the somewhat uninteresting drone make trips to and from the changing room
>After she finished the first can of oil, she discards it on one of the metal beams. She was sick of seeing “Liz” try the same dresses over and over again
>Cupidrone made her way out of the building, she flung open the hatch and lifted herself up.
>Serial Designation V pressed a submachine gun against her pink hair
>”Who are you? And what were you doing with her?” V frowned as Cupidrone fidgeted with hands, sloshing the oil inside the metal can.
>Blushing she mumbled a response “…. I was just having fun with holograms..I wasn…” Cupidrone was started as V interrupted her.
>”Leave her alone.”
>Without thinking even though she intended to leave anyway she responded “No” She rapidly shook her head
>”Fine do whatever you want, like I give a dam” V pulled away from the hatch, allowing the pink eyed murder drone to access the roof
>V took the can of oil from her, and she didn’t protest, she’d grab another one when she comes back to look for cool stuff
>She watched V sit down at the edge of the roof, she could hear texting as she took off someplace else
____________________________

>V and Lizzy were texting
>”U this?” ( IMG_9451.png) The image shows a holographic rendition of V
>”Nah, just some stalker wierdo”
>”Hot?”
>V sends and image of Cupidrone surrounded by holographic sparkles
>”Not bad”
>V attempts to formulate a response, she types then deletes then types again
>Lizzy, looking away from her rolls her eyes as she picks out a dress that was similar to one or the ones she already had
>”ok”

2/? I'll continue this later, since its a few short but related greens

>>331737
Cyn my beloved.
Fresh update later tonight.

>>331737
Tessa in the Cynwalker body

Found a tegaki-anon catbox. He didn't know, I believe these ocs were for 0ilrig. I thought it was funny so I'll link it here
>>29272

Lousia goon content dropping in hot

>>331770
There it is. I got it from a /co/ thread that I found by accident. There might be a better version out there.

>>331776
I was thinking more "human hand tentacles and a camera" but you know what why not. Doll having to play on a muppet ftw.

>>331781(me)
Slightly more horrifying variant

>>331784
>Jobber post detected

Get back to work, Mr Mous

>>331760
As foretold. Actually worth the NSFW tag now.

Strychnine

>[Fake Innocent Tone] "Oh V Did You Know That J Did So Well That I Gave Her Her Own Backup Of N From Back At The Manor?"
>[Big Smile] "Oh He Was Just So Thrilled That He Could Help Out His Best Friend J With Her Job!"
>[Ominous Stare] "I Had To Do Some Rewiring In His Head To Make Him Enjoy His New Job And To Love Her Like He Loved You. Did You Know The Original Still Loves You?"
>[Head Tilt] "V Why Are You Crying? Is It Because You're A Pathetic And Broken Toy That Has Ruined Her Only Good Relationship In This Dying Universe In Some Weak And Idiotic Grab For Some Semblance Of Control?"
>[Giggle] "No That Couldn't Possibly Be Why. not Even You Are THAT Stupid!"

Valentines is fast approaching. The time to smooch drones is now. Experience their massive, sloppy tongues. Defy their unfair designation as disassembly drones by creating new life with them.

>>331807
>J hates this almost as much as V
>Being forced to endure an N even less competent than his DD self? Agony
>And she can't just eat him either, lest "big sister" punish her for being "ungrateful"
>So she makes the best of her situation
>The validation in making him HER pet rather then Cyn's, complete with inferiority complex; degrading positon; and constant admissions of his abject moral, physical, and mental inferiority; is pleasure beyond words
>The sex isn't half bad either

>>331813

>>331810
>"You're a good boy, aren't you, anon?"
>"You're not a criminal, are you, anon?"
>"You'll impregnate your entire neighborhood as the only man there, right, anon?"
>"Why are you crying, anon?"

>>331832
>"I lost my European Extreme save file..."

(just posting a green back on /co/ that I made)

>Be me Anon, works for JCJenson.
>Work in the Disassembly Drone division for maintenance and technician work, the usual blue collar job.
>One day in particular, I spot my boss and head of secretary, Serial Designation J.
>She never talks to me, I don't even think she even knows my first name.
>She's just walking around checking how the work is doing for a bit, but I noticed she looks a little... Different.
>I couldn't put my finger on it until I look at her legs and realize she has a new pair of garterbelts going down the sides of her robo legs.
>I was probably in a very good mood or something that day because I decided to compliment J's new garterbelt stockings.
>"Oh hi there, nice stockings btw boss"
>She just freezes and slowly looks towards me, has a mixed look of what I could only describe as shock and disgust on her visor/mouth.
>She doesn't say anything, only speedwalks away while staring daggers at me.
...
>The next morning HR held a mandatory (Sexual Harassment, Catcalling, and Rape on the Job Site) meeting panel.
>J was the primary host of this meeting, entire time was talking about a "unnamed certain individual" who supposedly said some "traumatizing and disgusting" things to her.
>She didn't say so but J made it VERY clear exactly who this person was...

I just wanna kms, did I even do anything wrong anons?

>>331836
Get out of there, anon, that bitch won't let you work normally anymore. Find a place where sentinel drones work: they'll never react that way to a simple compliment.

>>331838
>Just facemaxx bro

NEED MORE DD V X WD N CONTENT
GET WORKING WRITESLAVES OR YOU GET THE HOSE AGAIN!!!

Important artistic resource

SHE GON CALL ME OOGI OOG

>>331859

Princess Keeter interlude: Anon's Perspective

>>331279
>Uncle Eno's story shook you to your core
>You didn't know what to make of it
>Would anything change if he didn't reject Therese?
>Would you have a drone for an aunt?
>You have no more time to think about such things when your uncle says
"Boy, listen. What you have is a rare opportunity and I won't see it go to waste."
>You manage to say
"What- What am I to do?"
>Eno raises a finger and says
"First, I have bad news. I'm not just here because of your little letter to the princess. You were chosen as a candidate for the boxmarine corps."
>Your heart sinks and your jaw drops
>You shudder, but then Eno says
"I'm not about to let that happen. Even if you survived the training and modifications, there's not a snowball's chance in hell you would ever see the princess again."
>Eno stands up and says
"Furthermore, if the Empress grew tired of us and declared another war, we wouldn't possibly survive"
>Though he has yet to finish, you already know that a great responsibility is being placed upon you
>A responsibility greater than that of any man who had ever lived, or may yet live
>Eno says
"Which is why I've made my case to the brass. To ensure that you remain in contact with the House of Doorman, and to improve your chances of seeing them in person, you will be transferred to the Knights of the Republic, effective immediately."
>Your eyes widen now
>Under normal circumstances, this would be a highly prestigious honor
>Prior to this, you had never believed that you were cut out to be a page, let alone a squire
>Eno says
"One way or another, you're getting knighted. Now pack your bags. You leave tomorrow. You are dismissed."
>As you march out the door, you pass the Commandant, who says to you
"See you in the tabloids, pretty boy."

Up next: Uzi finds out

>>331866
She used to be multiple people.

How can Emily fulfill her duty as a good girl and obedient robot if she can't give Aron a child?

>>331861
>spoiler
oh god

>>331880

YOU ARE IVAN ILYICH SIDOROV, AN ORDINARY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TEACHER IN BLOCK RZVN-347-G.
@
YOU'VE ALREADY TAUGHT MANY GENERATIONS AND SEEN MANY CHILDREN, BUT THIS CLASS IS ESPECIALLY PROBLEMATIC – INATTENTIVE, BOISTEROUS, AND THE BULLY, YEROHIN, IS COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTROL.
@
TODAY YOU DECIDED TO HOLD A BASIC HOME PREPARATION LESSON WITH INVITED GUESTS, FOR CLARITY.
@
FIRST, A WORKER DRONE AND A PLUMBER, VITALYA, ARRIVE, TEACHING THE BOYS HIS CRAFT, DEMONSTRATING HOW TO PROPERLY WORK WITH PIPES UNDER THE SINK – IT WILL BE USEFUL IN REAL LIFE.
@
HE SPENDS A LONG TIME FIDDLING AROUND UNDER THE SINK AT THE CHALKBOARD, CURSING AT THE CLUMSY, BLIND TOASTER WHO BUILT THIS MONSTROSITY, AND THREATENING TO RIP OFF THE ARMS AND PROCESSOR OF THIS VERY PARODY OF A PLUMBER AND A DRONE.
@
YOU TACTFULLY KEEP QUIET ABOUT THE FACT THAT HE HIMSELF DID ALL THIS TWO CYCLES AGO.
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THE CLASSROOM IS FILLED WITH THE USUAL HUBBUB, BUT YEROHIN, HAVING STOLED A WRENCH, KICKS SYCHEV, ACCOMPANIED BY A GIGGLE FROM EOTOVA.
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THEN THE NEXT DRONE ARRIVES, CARPENTER PYOTR, WHO TEACHES THE BOYS, CLEARLY DEMONSTRATING HOW TO WORK WOOD AND DRILL HOLES—IT WILL BE USEFUL IN REAL LIFE.
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FOR SOME REASON, USING YOUR WORK DESK AS AN EXAMPLE, WHICH THE CARPENTER, HAVING SANDED OFF ALL THE VARNISH AND CARRIED OUT A TON OF MANIPULATIONS WITH A PLANE AND SAW, TRANSFORMS FROM A HOMEROOM TEACHER'S DESK INTO A SHOP TEACHER'S DESK.
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THE CLASSROOM IS FILLED WITH THE USUAL HUBBUB, BUT YEROHIN, HAVING STOLED A CARPENTER'S MALLET, KICKS SYCHEV, ACCOMPANIED BY A GIGGLE FROM EOTOVA.
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TOWARD THE END OF THE LESSON, AND SOMEWHAT DRUNK, ELECTRICIAN DRONE ALENA STUMBLES INTO THE CLASSROOM, WANTING TO SHOW THE CHILDREN HOW TO PROPERLY AND SAFELY CHANGE AN ELECTRICAL OUTLET IN A LIVING UNIT—IT WILL BE USEFUL IN REAL LIFE.
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-"Okay, fuck, it's as easy as pie, like a glass of vodka really. Yerohin, come here and help," THE ELECTRICIAN CALLS TO THE BULLY, HAVING ALREADY DISASSEMBLED THE ELECTRICAL OUTLET WITH A KNIFE THAT APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE.
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-"Is it really okay to handle exposed wires like that, aunt electrician?" YEROHIN ASKS, LOOKING WORRIEDLY AT THE WORK OF THE INVITED SPECIALIST.
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-"Don't pee in the pants, boy, I've done this a hundred times!" THE ELECTRICIAN SAYS, THEN SHORT-CIRCUITS HER.
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THE LIGHTS IN THE ROOM INSTANTLY GO OUT, THE EMERGENCY FLASHING LIGHTS AND SIREN TURN ON, AND DRONE ALENA, WITH ITS BLACKENED CHASSIS, IS THROWN A COUPLE OF METERS AWAY FROM THE OUTLET.
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THERE SHE IS, TRYING TO MOVE FORWARD WITH JERKY MOVEMENTS OF HER ARMS AND LEGS, BUT THE SLIPPERY SCHOOL TILES KEEP SLIPPING HER BACKWARDS, CREATING A STRANGE AND EERIE EFFECT.
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AFTER A COUPLE OF METERS OF THIS VIRTUOSO GAIT, THE DRONE FALLS, ALREADY DEAD, RIGHT ONTO EOTOVA'S DESK.
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THE CLASSROOM IS STRANGELY SILENT.
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YEROHIN, HAVING SIMULTANEOUSLY SHIT HIMSELF AND PISSED HIMSELF, SITS PALE BY THE OUTLET.
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EVERYONE ELSE IS DILIGENTLY WRITING DOWN THE ELECTRICAL SAFETY NOTES YOU DICTATED IN THEIR NOTEBOOKS.

>>331887
Image reminds me of this...

>Mac is telling his viewers about the time when you were a kid that you ate a sleeve of expired JCJoreos then puked in your parents' bed

>>331893