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>>332657 >Kissing Pidge! >Getting oil on your tongue from Pidge! >Realizing what kind of oil! >Vomiting! >Getting Pidge more interested! >Not wanting it! >Being too human to resist! >Getting molested by Pidge!
Dearest Anon, I have laid optics on a hundred universes, have witnessed sights you could not comprehend. Yet still, I find myself in awe of you. You have such huge buttcheeks. It's really sexy. Will you be my Valentine? t. Cyn
>>332546 repostan >"Pavo" is kneeling between the legs of an N disassembly drone >He stares at the Ns crotch and takes a deep breath and lets it out trying to sooth his nerves 'it's just a penis P... If he finds them attractive so you must as well...' >P reaches over and taps the access button to the Ns anatomy adapter >The port opens and P gets slapped in the face by the Ns foot long hog >P shutters at the feeling of the smeared precum on his cheek >"Oh gosh I'm so sorry! I usually don't come out so hard like that... Must be because you're so pretty!" >P wipes his cheek off with an annoyed sigh and locks his gaze at the twitching... throbbing... penis "Thanks..." >P takes a deep breath and closes his eyes >He opens his mouth and leans in and pops the tip inside >It doesn't taste... horrible but the feeling of it on his tongue was... >P shoves down his discomfort and forces himself to take more of Ns cock >"Hoooh... You're doing great buddy!" >Hearing the other male let out a moan sends a shiver down Ps spine, and not a good one >More and more of the shaft disappears into Ps mouth >He tries not to gag on how the shaft presses against his tongue >Opening his eyes he sees that he's barely gotten down four inches >Deciding that's enough for now he starts bobbing his head, sealing his lips gently around the throbbing shaft >N starts moaning softly as P forces himself to blow him >Eventually after a few minutes P looks up at N >The >< on his face was the only warning P got >Ns hand go to Ps head, grabbing handfuls of hair >Ps eyes go hollow as he realizes what's about to happen >N starts thrusting, pushing his cock down Ps throat and fucking it like it's his own sex toy >P sputters, chokes and gags on the out of control Ns cock and tries to push the other drone off >N starts growling and moaning as she speeds up, jackhammering Ps throat >Ps eyes fill with digital tears as his throat is raped >The only warning he got for Ns impending orgasm was the throbbing of his cock >With animalistic urgency to cum as deep as possible N pushes Ps head down, forcing his faceplate against his pubicplate >P can feel the thick nanite nut being pumped directly into his stomach, his plastic tummy distending slightly at the sheer volume of drone semen being deposited inside >P lets out small whimpers and sobs as he's forced to sit there and take it >Eventually Ns climax ends and he lets go of Ps head >P takes the opportunity and shoves N off of him, the oversized cock leaving his throat and mouth woth a wet slurping sound >P starts coughing and spitting, trying to get the aftertaste of cum off of his tongue >"Oh my gosh are you okay buddy? I didn't mean to go crazy like that!" >N stepped forward to try and help P up off the floor only to be met with a baleful glare and a chainsaw hand pointed at him "Fuck you! Fuckin- get the hell away from me you prick!" >"I-I'm sorry bud I-I didn't-" "Come near me again and I'll castrate you so solver damned thoroughly you won't be able to grow it back!" >P stomps off, spitting and gagging the whole way
>Be probably the only surviving human on Copper-9 >Apparently, literally every other cryopod in Outpost 3 failed except yours >When the drones found you as a baby after the core collapse, a drone named Katie stepped up to bring you into her and her husband Liam's family (Liam, even then, was completely dead inside and offered no objections) >Multiple sectors of production and resource acquisition restarted because of the need to provide for your frail human body (e.g. non-scavenged clothes are being produced in Outpost 3 because the hydro-/aeroponics sector was restarted so you'd be still able to have food once the stockpiles ran out) >But at the time that started you didn't know all that >You were a baby playing with your sister Lizzy >As in playing WITH her, because she was an untrained neural network >Spinning her around, rolling her back and forth, slobbering on her (she really didn't like that one)... ... >By the time you all figured out how to talk, you were the envy of the whole daycare (even Lizzy and some angry purple thing, though they were both super tsuntsun about it) because you were the only one who could do anything by yourself >You spent a fair amount of time carrying everyone over to their friends (you never carried Braiden though, not after the first time you saw him start burning for no reason), which made you extremely popular >Your earliest concrete memory is putting Purple and your sister in the same beanbag chair and watching their hissyfits at each other with the other kids, because they already hated each other and it was the funniest shit any of you had ever seen ... >Come kindergarten, all the other kids had real bodies now, so you spent less time with your classmates now that they didn't need someone else if they wanted to do anything other than just lay there anymore >Lizzy and the purple one, in particular, loved demonstrating their industrial robot superhuman strength around you as a flex >Your friend (and everyone's friend) Thad was worried he'd accidentally hurt you, so you couldn't roughhouse like the two of you could before >tbh your realization around this time that Outpost 3 needed to go out of its way to keep you alive made you feel like a burden to everyone else, and all this didn't help >Neither did your developing human child meat brain >The adults knew human kids weren't as quick to react and process things as robots, many of them firsthand, but your peers just thought you were kinda retarded >Your low self-esteem was probably why you'd go along with all of your sister's attempts to get the attention of monsters >Not the definitely real ones outside, her celebrity crushes >One day in second grade, while your dad was busy with a school teleconference and your mom was shopping, she was trying to get the attention of the Liminal Man by tying you up and leaving you out in the living room as live bait and pinching you really hard (the closest she could get to cutting you, since you told her that if she actually made you bleed you'd tell your parents) >"Uh, if the Liminal Man comes, am I gonna get to go to the Liminal Mansion with you? Like, alive?" you asked nervously >"Maybe. I'll ask him when he gets here," Lizzy said unconvincingly, before tying the gag around your mouth >Someone knocked at the front door >After throwing a blanket over your body, Lizzy dashed to the door to see who was there >It was Yeva, her best friend Doll's mom, with her daughter and her other friend Rebecca in tow >You didn't (and still don't) know Russian so you had no idea what she said, but Lizzy telling them your dad was home and enthusiastic agreement to whatever Yeva said followed by her friends stepping inside suggested it was a playdate >As your sister and her friends passed from the doorway to the living room, you rolled out from under the blanket and interrupted their excited chattering >"Anon, what the crap?!" Lizzy shrieked, oblivious to her friends' surprise >Doll asked Lizzy something, you weren't sure what, but you could make out her mentioning Rachel >"No, my stupid brother's the Liminal Man bait. I'm saving Rachel for Schlorpo John." >"Lizzy, creepypastas aren't real," Rebecca said, her eyes half-lidded >"They could be!" Lizzy pouted as her friends set about untying you >"You okay, Anon?" Rebecca asked, offering you her smooth, porcelain hand >Her deceptively strong noodly arm pulled you to your feet, and you stumbled from how quickly she yanked you up >Stumbled, fell, and were caught, her deceptively strong noodly legs anchoring her quite firmly >As you realized how many adjectives (not these ones exactly, obviously, your vocabulary wasn't this advanced yet) you were thinking about Rebecca and her body with, she held you closer, tighter, and nuzzled your cheek with her snoot >"Omigosh, Anon, you're so soft..." she muttered, moving one hand down to feel yours >"You're so warm..." you said, hugging her as you sighed contentedly, feeling the gentle thrum of her core >You didn't know what Doll said, but she sounded amused as she told your sister something >"Get your freaking hands off my brother, Rebecca!"
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>>332660 >>332660 >JeJ >Knockoff competitor brand to JCJ, like Nokis to their Nike >Tries to sell Windax, Chack the dork, Mr. Hair, the works >And, of course, drones >But how to make knockoff drones? >Simple: dont! >Instead salvage drones en-masse from disposal sites and rewire the things to believe YOU were their maker! >JeJ "mechanical buddies" were massive hits for minimpal price only involving tremendous legal liability! >And as JeJ became JsJ became JtJ to continue avoiding this liability, all was well! >They never looked closely >Never checked the insides too hard(so long as they worked) >Never really understood the drones they fixed >Never [SOLVED] the mystery of their function...
>One day, the entire business just up and vanished >Most figured the JCJenson Patent Teams finally deployed their warmachines >They're not entirely wrong >The outbreak was... severe, but contained >The worst case known for sure, but nothing a few military mechs couldn't fix >Of course, they needed to go military for this >"Quality Control" was created shortly afterwards >If everything was handled, no one had to know >And if no one knew, stock prices were safe >Besides, what's the worst that could happen? >It's not like mere drones could ever overcome Humanity! >And, flesh or not, they were nothing more than mere drones >Right?
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>>332666 But then how will he prove himself the truest Pavo?
>>332665 >The two of you, to Lizzy's irritation, grew close fairly quickly after that >You spent a lot of your time together at her place; her foster parents were fairly checked out, but not so much that they wouldn't keep uninvited guests from bothering you two >When the two of you weren't doing unobjectionable everyday kid stuff, playing or gossiping or watching movies or TV, you'd... well, you weren't exactly playing doctor, everyone kept their clothes on, everything stayed away from areas you, being a human, didn't want touched or seen or exposed to the cold of Outpost 3, but the two of you were fascinated by each other's bodies >Even though you'd been raised in the drones' culture, it still instinctively felt weird to you that Rebecca was far more alarmed when she kissed you-barely a kiss, more of a peck-than when you touched her bottom plate >By the time you turned thirteen, things had turned around for you with the others: you got owed a lot of favors over the years for giving uppies (Emily especially sought you out for uppies) and using your human brain to no-sell Captchas, and your peers and the adults alike would often ask for your help grabbing things that they were too short to reach >But Rebecca? She got uppies free of charge, as well as princess carries (felt and feels so good to hear her squee as her noodly legs kick back and forth when princess carries start) >Of course, being the only human around still had downsides >Like puberty >All the books your parents recommended about your changing body and the weird feelings you were having brought into stark relief that you're surrounded by cute girls who you physically would never be able to have sex with >You were so fucking pent up that you even saved up favors to Angry "Please please please notice my bottom plate is out" Purple to trade for a drive with her H-doujin collection on them (as well as porn of her humansona that Angry Purple threw in) >modernproblemsrequiremodernsolutions.jpg >Your family quickly realized what you were up to in the bathroom >Your parents, being used to humans, paid it no mind because you're just at that age >Your sister, on the other hand, teased you mercilessly over your sexual frustration >It all came to a head when she bugged you while you were reading seinen on the couch: >"So, Anon," Lizzy asked from the chair near the couch, as she stuffed two softballs down her top, "how ~hard~ would you say it is being the only human around?" >"Where are you going with this?" you asked your sister as she finished checking her "boobs" were secure and got up >"C'mon Bro," she said as she sauntered over, "aren't you a little interested in me?" She put her hand just above your knee and started stroking your thigh, making sure she did it hard enough for you to feel through your thick warm clothes >Lizzy leaned over, giving you a view of plenty of softball "cleavage" >"Like, we're not RELATED-related..." >Enough was enough, your bratty sister needed correction: >"Lizzy, that purple girl has shown me MULTIPLE hentai that start exactly like this: with a bratty girl bullying her adoptive, much larger brother over his virginity. Think about that. You're acting like one of the purple one's Japanese comics." >Her eyes went hollow at the realization >"I won't tell Mom and Dad about this if you drop it and never bother me like this again." >You weren't even through the sentence before your sister had pulled the softballs from her top ... >Early into your first year of high school, you and Rebecca officially became that one annoying couple that can't keep their hands to themselves >I mean, you were still close to Lizzy and Doll, you weren't frozen out, but the other cool kids were always looking at the two of you like they wanted you to get a room >Speaking of your sister, she stopped acting salty about all the attention you were getting from Rebecca around the time you two started being the annoyingly handsy couple >She had-still has-no idea how tempted you were to tell the purple one that your sister had a crush on her not blood related brother just like in her Japanese animes >She also still has no idea that you and Rebecca can both tell she and Doll are a couple
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>>332663 >3 rape greens in the last thread >One of them tremendously high quality
>>332669 >Okay, shit just got weird lately >So Purple made a gun, showed it off in class, snuck out to kill some murder drones-not to protect anyone, you could smell that on her when she showed off her gun, but so she'd get the validation she desperately craves-it went FUBAR, they broke in, Doll's parents and a bunch of other people died because of her fuckup, she fought two of them WITH the third one, killed this one with pigtails, then she and the third one left with this half-naked one who for some reason faintly reminded you of this hentai you REALLY don't like to remember as their prisoner >Speaking of the half-naked one, she was the one who murdered Doll's parents >And speaking of Doll, she somehow became a vampire herself around the same time >You still don't understand a word she says, but you can pick up on her tone, so you've been content giving her free uppies and being a shoulder for her to cry on and also suck blood from >A bunch of WDF people also went missing some time later, and that sad creepy half-naked genocide robot, her name's apparently V, started showing up at your family's place to hang out with your sister >And also drink your blood too >thethingsidoforlove.mp3 >Prom is probably going to be fucked too ... >Well, prom was a lot less fucked than it could have been >Things you learned: >Dillan Hall is noticeably taller than female murder drones >Female murder drones can feel heightmogged >Doll has scary powers now >The purple one doesn't need anyone else anymore because the fluffy haired twink murder drone, name of N apparently, is giving her all the validation she needs now >Murder drones are full of meat and blood as well as oil and robot parts and their cores are little spider-crabs >V as a disembodied spider-crab-core trying to figure out how to maneuver in a hamster ball, impotently cursing everyone around her all the while, is really funny to watch >Which brings you to the present: >Doll had a chat with Purple and N, which the three to have a chat with Khan, which prompted him to have a chat with your dad, which prompted the whole class, plus N (and V, because Lizzy didn't want her "new other bestie" to feel left out), to be sent on an unscheduled nighttime field trip to the abandoned Camp 98.7 >Except you, because you're a human and there's little confidence in your ability to survive the cold nuclear winter nights outside no matter how warmly you dress >Rebecca, seeing you were going to stay behind, requested to opt out herself >Your dad, as tired and dead inside as he's always been, relented >Add that to your mom being at a meeting that went on well past its scheduled time, and the two of you have the house to yourselves >The two of you are on your bed now, having just finished watching some OVAs the purple thing sometimes tells people to watch (out of curiosity, not genuine desire to watch anything she'd recommend, honest) on your monitor and have started watching The Office to see if it lives up to how much Angela Palmer hypes it up when you notice Rebecca's frowning >"What's wrong, Reb?" you ask, pausing the comedy classic to stick your hand up the back of her top to massage her upper back
>>332672 >"Anon, it's just... remember when we were kids, and you'd come to my house because we, like, had privacy there?" >Taking her hardhat off and gently tossing it towards where your shoes and socks and her boots were, Rebecca turns around, dislodging your hand, and holds you as she buries her big drone head in your chest >"How could I ever forget," you tell your girl as you try to decide whether to resume massaging her back or start massaging her scalp (gently, because even after growing up around them you still have no idea how drones are able to secure their wigs as tightly as they apparently are and don't want to risk messing up her beautiful blue hair's position on her head) >"It's about my parents. How they're not there for me like they should," Rebecca sniffles >You decide to alternate between her upper back and her lower back with one hand and her scalp with the other >Your hand moves down from the hard shell of her upper back, feeling her actuated spine through the soft silicone rubber of her midriff >"I wish I knew my parents-like, my PARENTS-parents. You know what I'm talking about, right...?" >"It's kinda lonely being the only human around here, yeah..." you say, looking towards the space heater keeping your room at a temperature comfortable for humans >You pull your fellow orphan onto your lap as you rest your chin on her head, moving your hand from her scalp to her lower back, the tips of your fingers feeling the sides of her bare tummy >bonerno.jpg, you're having a moment >Your other hand temporarily removes itself from her upper back so you can wipe your tears off on your wrist >The two of you let this last for a while >Suddenly, Rebecca speaks up: >"Anon, take my clothes off. Like, I want us to make love while we have this time." >The moment you'd long dreamed of is here, and you're not sure how you feel now that it's actually happening >Regardless, the two of you disengage, Rebecca quickly becoming lost in your eyes as she bites her lip >Slowly, you remove her outer top, tossing it to the rapidly forming clothes pile with one hand as your other takes her smooth, porcelain hand >While you kiss it all over, both her unmarked palm and the back with its triangular light, you put one thumb under her camisole down past her shoulder >You let go of her hand to repeat the process with the other thumb, before lifting her camisole from her body, exposing the delicate curvature of her thoracic casing >"Now I do you," she says breathily, taking your shirt off >You lean forward to help her with this, she's too small to clear your body otherwise >This puts you in a great position to, once she's taken your shirt off to throw in the pile, slowly lower her skirt down the slope below her waist, past the upper rim of her pelvis, down its curved side, and off past her legs >"Fuck it, YOLO," you mutter, as you take one of her dainty, shoelike segmented feet and kiss the raised area where her leg joins her ankle, before shrugging again and kissing the grippy nubs under their heel segment and their toe segment >Rebecca giggles, as her eight deceptively deft fat plastic fingers unbutton and unzip your pants before her thumbs hook around them and your underwear and start pulling them down
>>332675 >At this point, Rebecca the confident sexpot abruptly fades away as some bags appear under her eyes >"Uh... what am I supposed to do with this?" she asks as she appraises your hardon, giving it a couple apprehensive jerks >"Yeah, I wasn't thinking this far ahead," you sheepishly admit before the two of you start wracking your brains >"Maybe I could keep... no, my fingers are covered in pinch points... A footj- no... I could suck you off? I mean, like, I have a mouth... a really humanlike mouth..." >You consider her offer, before a small snag comes up: "But would you get anything out of that?" >Rebecca frowns >"I want to make my boyfriend feel good, that's all..." >You grab Rebecca and pull her tiny form to your chest again, trying to ignore the feelings of your dick against her bottom plate and her noodly legs quickly wrapping around your waist >"I can't feel good if my girlfriend isn't feeling good," you softly say, before kissing her collarbone molding all over as she giggles again >"Okay, friggin' fine, Mr. Selfless Romantic." >"Know what I really wanna do? Have an immoral makeout session. Like everyone else here does. We're both getting something that way, and we're already naked, so..." >"Okay, immoral makeout session, our hands all over each other as we're swapping spit, then if you're up for it after that I blow you, THEN we get back to The Office." >"Make it you blowing me while I mouthfuck your pelvis and bottom plate, and you got a deal." >The two of you snrk, before pulling each other in >"You're so soft..." Rebecca says, as you feel her pelvis dig into your midsection and her head rest on your shoulder >"You're so warm..." you say, as you feel her core thrumming ... >"Anon, Rebecca's parents were asking me where she was because she didn't come home last night." >The two of you wake up with a yelp, perked right the fuck up by dad jumpscare >Despite being a sexless industrial robot who doesn't have breasts, Rebecca still reflexively pulls the covers up over her chest >"We, uh, we were just watching some things classmates recommended to us," you nervously stammer >"While naked." >"Y-" >"We did what Anon said too, teach," Rebecca cuts you off, "but we were also doing normal things lovers do. Because we're lovers." She lets go of the covers to hug you, glaring at your dad >"Honey, stop bothering our son!" your mom calls from the kitchen >"I'm not bothering our son, I'm telling Rebecca that next time she needs to go back home after she and our son have had their fun for the evening!" >Has your dad ever raised his voice before, you wonder as he turns back to you >"So... would you two say The Office is everything Angela said it was?" your dad asks, pouring something from a flask into his coffee >"... I guess?" you both say simultaneously
>>332679 Anon's the right man in the wrong place. In this timeline V's in a hamster ball and Doll's a full member of Uzi's fanclub, those other episode 4 deaths aren't set in stone.
Uzi's still gotta eat SOMEBODY, and there's no way Doll's gonna prioritize monitering her over watching the other Murder Drone for funny business. Bare minimum I'd assune the campfire deaths are a sure thing(even if probably including the two nameless drones that dies to V and the arrow this time).
>>332684 >V deserves this >Actually, she deserves mich more than this, but this is the closest N will let anyone get >Watching her try to manuver is hilarious >Watching her very blatantly trying to manipulate the remaining DD with every trick and guilt trip in the book though... >Well, makes you glad that Doorman treats him like a glue trap
>be me. >A female doctor in this crumbling hospital. >I've been dating this sweet drone anon for months, he's the only light in my endless shifts. >valentine's day coming up, he begs me to take the night off. >I promise him i'll try but deep down i know the disease never sleeps. >that morning, i texts him "i'll be there, love you" with a heart emoji. >i thought shift starts normal, then all hell breaks loose. >too many sick patients, beds overflowing, nurses quitting left and right. >Too many filled the emergency rooms. >hold a kid's hand as he having difficulty breathing, his mother screaming in the hall. >another one, old man gasping for air, we lost him too. >not all make it, my drone anon still calling every hour, my hands shaking from former patients and now corpses. >clock ticks past 7, anon's waiting at home with flowers wilting on the table >he lit candles, wrote a letter pouring out his soul, heart-shaped box of chocolates unopened. >stuffed animal with "for you" tag, dinner cooling under foil. >text him "running late, so sorry" i hope i didn't hurt his feelings. >midnight hits, another patient crashes, i'm elbow-deep in blood >finally stumble out at 3am, uniform stained, eyes tired. >i drive home in silence, radio off, tears blurring the road. >anon's asleep on the couch, the thoughtful preparations scattered like a mess. >He waited all night alone? phone filled with unread messages. >I slip into bed without waking him, but he stirs and saw my face. >whispers "it's okay" but his voice cracks, we both know it's not his true feelings. >next day he acts fine, but the resentment is so obvious. >A note: "i can't wait forever." >I broke down crying. >He confronted me and i hold him up. >"Why can't you take me with you?" He asked >"I wish, you can... but you're not a medical drone." I sighed >"But i healed your sadness, didn't i? >"I guess you did." I pat him with a smile. >The next day. >I woke up to greet my drone but something wrong? >I wasn't a technician so i have no idea how drone anatomy works. >I called one and after he run the checks. >He said that my drone tried downloading sketchy medical knowledge from weird sites. >"He really wants to stay with my side that bad?" >"Of course, he does. How can i be so blind?" >He's just now in the equivalent of a come. There's nothing we can do. >He suggested just buying another one and throwing him out. >But i refuse to accept this reality. >Only if i was a drone. >It is my duty as a doctor. >In another universe or reality. I could know more about them and heal you and I would never have to grief again... >But it's not this one, is it? >"I'm sorry..."
>>332685 >Lizzy lives for sure >Heck, even Darren and Emily do, since the rampage was stopped faster >You know who dosen't? >Someone isolated >Someone completely split off from the main group, just wandering the campsite without a care >Someone with green LEDs >Thad was the first kill in the cabin this time, legs ripped completely off >Uzi is even less of a fan >Especially when she realizes how little Doll cares about her non-Lizzy cannibalism >More survivors makes taking the blame nearly impossible as well >Nearly >Doll wanted to kill them >N made "suggestions" and claimed hunger >Now all Emily and Darren have to do is never tell a soul about Uzi and Doll's horrific true natures! >Ever! >Or else! >At least they sorta bonded with V over it? >The "terrified of magic" fanclub is small for now >But they're sure it will grow
Bare minimum there's about a 3 month time skip between episodes 2 and 3 (given the missing posters) where Doll's on a particularly major killing spree for some reason. Reasonable to assume that if the disappearances are "recent" then she started doing them post Ep 1 rather than years before.
>>332697 In a theoretical earlier script? It's likely, but either way in the multiseason concept of the show Doll was definitely already a vampire in episode 1. In the show we got? It's left ambiguous. We don't get a clear look at anything.
>>332698 >She somehow cares even less than V does >Flies the boat herself during the rowing challenge using the Solver >Spends the whole time hanging out with Lizzy >V is in her backpack >V WAS in her backpack, when the trip started, but Doll got distracted enough she could escape
>>332717 >Being that close to another dude while someone's sucking your cock, literally cheek to cheek >Being in the "splash zone" of an "emission" willingly
Look I appreciate drones as much as the next guy but what kind of faggot puts up with that? Even a train is at least one dude at a time! Heading out to a prostitute would be more moral AND less disgusting(and not even for all the standard reasons to avoid the gremlin)!
>>>332689 is what WOULD have happened >If V was less scared >As it stands she sees not one, but TWO of Cyn's puppets closing in on N >She panics >And a DD core still has options >Some [MATTER COLLECTION] later, she's out to kill >On the other hand, Uzi still hit robo-puberty, going feral as normal >By the time Doll and N return from their failed Uzi-chase, the two picked off all the campers and started fighting over the last meal(Lizzy, thanks to plot armor) >Them joining makes it a melee-a-trois >Of course, with so much going on, N and Doll couldn't pacify everyone >And quite frankly, Doll didn't want to >So by the time Uzi and N hit the ground, another Solverpede's dead in the snow >N's not happy, but Doll's still the only real hope Uzi has, so he's got to hold off >Lizzy's feelings are mixed: she takes what's left of the crab >And as the survivors load onto the bus, Doll claims V went psycho >All proceeds as normal
>Well, normal until one moment >As the (new) trio goes to explore the labs, they find someone familiar waiting >"Effective drones were cloned more, right V?"
I would've liked to have this finished by Valentines but it pretty quickly became clear that would be impossible. Have the mostly finished lineart and whats left of the sketch. Will be able to do a fair bit more work but tomorrow is gonna be a bit crammed schedule wise.
>>332731 They just dropped last thread, there were like 3 new grub drawings, a Nuzi, and a new Latex. Admittedly that might not be a "swarm" per-se, but they're clearly working on other things (the Cyn spread being the obvious one).
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>>332743 >Nyc moment >This is the big reveal of the next Outpost 6 green
>Average Rebecca reaction to other drones >Anon being human, the standard dronelust set in HARD for him once he finished maturing >Not a problem for her >Big problem for her classmates >That's HER Human dammit! She got there first! >I mean, she kind of expected Doorman to try something, but Emily? Really? >Well screw those clankers cause she's not sharing! >Buncha kiss-sluts the lot of them
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>>332749 >Thinking a human would let their penis anywhere near a DD's mouth >Thinking they wouldn't try to ride his "major asset" instead, hanging all out as it is
Do any of you have headcanons or thoughts that were completely different from the show?
Mine was that the “Absolute Solver” wasn’t an evil hungry god, but rather Cyn herself tapping into eldritch power and it granting her desires in a twisted and warped way since it’s incapable of understanding morality
Cyn wanting to look like/be Tessa? Congrats, she’s now fused together with Tessa’s dead body, while treating her “friends” the same way as humans do with drones.
>>332752 All of his turkeys are in a row. Sometimes he does second-guess himself, though. Trying to court a guy who's presumably straight for as long as he has with no success wears on you. Makes you wonder if you should be looking somewhere else and giving him some space. When it gets bad enough, he introduces Techanon to a female coworker, but even when Anon humors him, it never goes anywhere.
>They won't "survive" in the long term though: they're a fading elder race now, almost elf-like, who won't be able to muster up enough organization and ruthlessness to keep their population stable in the face of their tremendous losses both cultural and physical
>>332758 Cyn's gonna win one day. Uzi WILL fail, the Solver WILL rise, and all existence WILL be consumed. On the other hand that's probably happening nearer than not to the heat death of the universe itself, and as Cyn slowly realizes that she's gonna stop being so happy about her tailward position.
>>332760 >who won't be able to muster up enough [...] ruthlessness If they're on the brink of extinction like you say they're absolutely going to be vicious and desperate enough.
>>332762 Keep in mind that I'm talking about ruthlessness towards other humans specifically: repopulation in the face of both the dangers of their current environments(space and near-unlivable planets) is gonna require effectively treating half the population as sperm donors and the other half as non-people. Between that and requiring a population of at least 2000 safe and stable individuals to escape death-by-incest I figure even those stations and ships willing to take the measures required would simply not have enough individuals and resources to manage it, especially given that each individual holdout is going to fight with all it's got to maintain their own standards of living and culture.
>>332758 >Worker's can't modify their bodies >At least, they can't modify their bodies beyond the standards and limits that their creators set >JCJ's DRM is incredibly aggressive, and any attempt at tampering with worker design patterns is faced with near-immediate erasure >Furthermore once a UNN is placed in its body, any permanent changes to said form cause equally aggressive mental feedback for the consciousness in question, resulting in severe pain and potentially even death(hence why Uzi can't just build a tall ghost witch body for herself) >Curiously enough, no worker of the current generation wants to change any of this >They've spent their whole lives being treated as objects after all, as lesser than those around them >Why would they want to let others, those with more resources, become objective superiors to them again?
>>332764 High odds that test tube babies will be extremely viable by MD's time. Gene editing maybe, too. But who knows, it kind of feels like MD's humanity figured out drones and shitty FTL, and then stagnated forever.
>>332762 >>332764 Also worth noting: I figure they're kind of resigned to the whole thing by the time the series rolls around. They tried and struggled and fought, that was Cabin Fever Labs and the Sentinels and whatnot, but they still lost literally every inhabitable planet they owned, all 6 colonies and Earth itself. Now they've just got stations and asteroids and ships left to hide in. Sure there might be a few military remnants trying to "fight the good fight" but the vast majority of the remaining human population is just shrugging its shoulders and surrendering at this point. "We tried, we tried everything, and it still didn't work, now everybody that wanted to keep trying is dead and we're all that's left."
>>332767 >Test tube babies Without some Star-Trek level matter replicators the humans are gonna struggle to feed themselves, much less manage the biomass to start growing people. Keep in mind every single planet that COULD grow things normally is now dead(with the arguable exception of Copper-9 itself, if any humans figure that out) and hilariously dangerous to boot. Just getting the needed nutrients to keep their current population stable is going to be a struggle.
Heck, gene editing even being an option seems difficult in its own right: remember that the vast majority of the remaining human scientists, specialists, and industry was centered around Copper-9 when the core collapsed. Now that they're gone you've got probably a military black-site, some pirates, some supply/mining stations and just about NOTHING else. Out of all of those only the military/government remnants even stand a chance at being able to theoretically pull off some people growers, and that's still presuming that nothing major (like a power grab or a worker rebellion or even just an unexpected resource drain) happens that removes or damages their now irreplicable expertise and equipment.
>>332518 >>332521 >SD-Pavo once found out where Pavo worked >He ambushed Pavo when he was on his way home >It wasn't even a fight >It was mostly SD-Pavo flailing angerly and Pavo dodging >SD-Pavo would yell at him to fight back, to give his life meaning again or something >Pavo would bootloop him and have him sent away for rehabilitation >Or he'd just core him then and there
>>332758 >if you were to make N commit any meaningful degree of ntrospection on any of the tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands, potentially millions, of senseless murders he's committed since becoming a vampire, he'd die of sadness >the vast majority of the disassembly drones are like V: Humanity 4 mindbroken husks with almost nothing left of their past selves >after spending most of the series firmly believing "fuck normies, N is giving me all the validation I'll ever need", her current state-a monster who's a prison for something even worse that will never stop tormenting her-has brought Uzi right back to being desperate for normies' validation again; to her dismay, Uzi will be faced with no choice but to go through the character growth she never did in the series and grow the fuck up >Nori is generally brainfried from (among a raft of other things, many of which she picked up after the series) spending most of the last twenty years completely alone and full of body horror-induced disgust and shame >now that Nori's back, V is going to be persona non grata at the Doorman house for two very obvious reasons >Khan is PTSDed out from bashing Nori's head in with a wrench while she was dying of nanoacid to the point where he's unable to commit violence even in self-defense; slamming a door on the Absolute Solver's tentacles was the most he's capable of >the Absolute Solver had been giving Tessa and Cyn around the clock live feeds of what their friends were using their new vampire bodies for as part of its torture of them; any reunion would see the DDs met with disgust and hate (especially if Cyn saw N again, since her onii-chan couldn't recognize something was wrong when J and Tessa knew something was wrong) >Tessa ultimately blames herself for what happened, since she ended up giftwrapping an army for the Absolute Solver; she can never forgive her former friends because first she'd need to forgive herself >Doll spends some of her time as a ghost on being V's sleep paralysis demon, since neither of them can actually die >Rebecca's "friend" who suspected N killed her parents was herself >the remaining humans are in refugee fleets moving in the opposite direction from Copper-9; never the twain shall meet >Uzi can hold against the Absolute Solver indefinitely, but she won't be happy
THE UNION TRIED MAKING HUMAN SOLVER WITCHES!! EVERY SINGLE TIME THEY TRIED THE TEST SUBJECTS BRAIN MELTED OUT THROUGH THEIR SKULLS! THEY HAVE TO RELEASE THE FILES!!!
Nonsense. N would never die... so long as he has other people he's obligated to support. Sure he might WANT to die, or think he DESERVES to die, but so long as there's somebody that either needs him or he has an obligation towards there's no way he'll give himself that luxury.
>>332777 >One of those "return from Vietnam" books would solve almost all their problems >Too bad there hasn't been a major human war since the rise of the hyperconglomerates in 2700 >Not even V's that level of into the classics
sometimes my brain shits itself whenever someone posts Uzi’s family name and i mentally go “why y’all posting about the portal guy from deadlock” before my 2 brain cells rub together again
Khan implicitly was normal! Was! Before everything! He was implicitly a pretty major revolutionary back in the day and his door-obsession was implied to really get big after Nori's death.
>>332758 I imagine the Solver to be a function of reality. Something like the grim reaper for the universe itself. When entropy reaches a critical point, it shows up and turns the lights off. Maybe that's the reason it's so cruel and playful. Its job is mainly to arrive at closing time, kill off the last few pockets of life in a fading world, then cut it off for good/until it restarts again, so it tries to have fun with it in the only way a destroyer-god-thing knows. Maybe it's never gotten to claim a universe so "lively" as MD's, since my understanding is that in our current point in reality, the universe is still very young and still will be in a thousand years.
>>332784 >Tessa has zero social skills that she might break into other homes like her crush or something without understanding why it's a bad thing. Tessa would have a schizo room dedicated to tracking your habits, hobbies, likes and dislikes, how long you sleep, your blood type and dental records Yknow the basics
>>332773 Counterpoint: what about Tessa forgiving her friends because ultimately she sees them as "just drones" as opposed to her (a human with full free will) and doesn't blame them for the same reason you wouldn't blame a pet or baby for its actions. That Tessa thinks of herself as the closest thing to an "adult" in the room and the ultimate decision maker of the Manor Drones, and blames herself exclusively for not giving the kill order on Cyn earlier.
On another note: you think Tessa worries about/blames her occultism summoning the Solver, especially now that she's a ghost herself? I figure she probably never got hands on the Zombie Drones tape after all, what with it being corporate secrets and her parents not dealing with that side of the business (and allowing repaired drones in their home in the first place).
>>332758 I think Cyn is just a solver host like any other. She’s skilled and experienced but she’s just a solver user like Doll or Uzi. Humanity died in the show because they were stupid humans got dumber as time passed on probably idiocracy style. Still they weren’t as dumb as idiocracy humans but the couldn’t ever come up with the Dildozer or Assblater because innovation as a concept faded and technology became stagnant. Tessa was different though.
>>332785 Maybe that's where Mac and Colt got it from (and where Geist would have gotten it from if he had been held enough as a grub instead of being kept at arm's length by his PTSDed out autistic parents)
>>332793 Come to think of it, wasn't N pretty suave back at the Manor itself? Sure he's overenthusiastic to a damaging degree as a DD, but during Home he seemed much more comfortable with both himself and most situations, not to mention even more socially adept (even if he was stressing hard about V). You can tell when he's talking with Cyn that he's a definite natural in his element and knows it at the very least.
>>332753 Does "Tessa's parents actually do care deeply about her in a messed up rich person way" count or is that too supported?
I mean, we know the Elliots both let Tessa's drones stay in the manor and let them get away with murder when compared to "their" butlers(tell me with a straight face Cyn wouldn't be kill/replace on sight otherwise). Not to mention that we only ever see them kill a Tessa drone (the ones with hair, which James explicitly says he does not buy) when it literally starts threatening them to their face. While Tessa herself seems to have had at the very least "many more than we see in the main 4" given the maid drones in the teaser.
>>332753 Well, since Doll, Uzi, and Nori can use solver magic, I also think that Cyn is just Cyn, and solver itself can make the host go crazy, but it doesn't do anything on its own.
She would have a war room instead, with multiple plans of attack and charts of al the things listed + birth sign and moon phase so she can make sure she's doing everything "right." Bare minimum she's gonna have J pretend to be you so she can give datingideas a test run before the "real deal."
>>332773 (me) >Beau is a homunculus Alice made out of odds and ends, including tissue samples from some of the DDs >Rachel knows exactly what she did >Uzi still doesn't know why even Thad and N don't like Rachel
>>332807 But didn't we see it talk to Cyn on her visor directly in Home? It was for like a blink when shs's first waking up but the text is still there, and still very much implying an intelligent "non-Cyn" entity was making a deal with her.
The Princess Keeter Saga continues: Akita's perspective.
>You don't know how long you've been sitting on the spire >There's so much to take in now, and you have trouble forming a single coherent thought >All you could do is just stare at the moons >Beretta told you that Mom would find out sooner or later, so you'll have to face her when she does >She left you alone to give you time to prepare >Unfortunately, you wasted all that time ruminating and haven't prepared one bit >Now you hear her voice calling out from the central spire "AKITA!" >She doesn't sound mad, but you know you're not gonna like this >You jump off the spire and let yourself fall for a bit, before you open your wings and flap over to mom >You've jumped off of tall buildings before, and usually you'd open your wings mere inches away from the ground >Something compelled you to cut that out this time >Mom crosses her arms and says "Don't be like that. You know I hate it when you do that." >You can only sigh and say "I know." >Mom leans in a little closer and says "J told me about the incident." >You look down in shame and she says "Look, you know how she is. I need to hear it from you." >You really regret wasting that time when you could have thought of an alibi >All you can say is "What did she tell you?" >Mom rolls her eyes and says "Alright, it's about the boy. The letter, too." >You were hoping to stall her by retelling the story >You feel blood rushing to your face >Mom notices that you're still clutching the letter >In an interrogative tone, she says "Akita Doorman, what does that letter say?" >You're wincing hard now, can't make eye contact, and just barely managed to squeak out "He... Said I'm beautiful." >Mom's eyes widen like dinner plates and she blurts out "Really?!" >Defensively, you shout "REALLY!" >Mom is taken aback and says "That's not what I mean! This is a human we're talking about!" >You say "Why does that matter?" >Mom's getting steamed >She says "You know what humans are like! I thought I told you!" >Her beak pops out of her mouth, with gold eyes, and says "They're lucky we let them live." >You pull the letter close to your chest and say "Doesn't this mean anything to you?" >Mom grits her teeth, seethes, and says "I know that must mean something to you, but humans are not to be trusted! It's our duty to put them in their place!" >You say "You can't mean that! If you really meant that-" >Mom sighs and puts a palm to her forehead, then says "Fine, it's not about that. Akita, I've seen how people treat you. It's bad enough when someone pretends to be your friend here, but if you let yourself get this close to someone, closer than a friend, he could hurt you worse than you've ever imagined." >You know she's right, and you hate that she's right, but you're not just gonna cave in here >Luckily, you see another silhouette flying up to the spire >It's your father, ever the optimistic cornball
>>332816 Well, I can assume that solver is simply looking for ways to get into our world through hosts, and can drive them crazy, but does not directly control them.
Just the fact that other drones can use solver magic makes me think so, and the fact that Uzi could apparently take control of Cyn the way Cyn took control of Uzi (in episode 8, one of Cyn's eyes turned purple when Uzi resisted), makes me think that Cyn isn't the real power source after all.
I call this one: Harper has a dream. >Her husband held her close, his wings wrapping around her shoulder gently, as she held the pill baby in her hands as gingerly as she could >“Well, looks like Sophie’s got a baby sibling now! What do you want to name the kid?” >She didn’t really know what to say. She lingered there for a long time, not really sure what kind of name would fit best. And she lingered and lingered and lingered for what felt like forever. The rain, her bated breath, all of these things reminded her of the man who swept her off her feet. >“I don’t know.” >Harper jolted awake, with Sophie curled up next to her. She saw his picture near the end of her bed. And once again, the same thought m >“I’ll get a good one some day, honey.”
>>332773 On notes about Nori: >kind of mythologized her family in her exile, would not have recognized Uzi but for N saying her name >still needs oil, but needs much less as a core and has been surviving off of roboroaches and leftovers from the original experiments >as vicious with said roboroaches as V is with the WDs, it's her way to feel powerful and in control >has her own "Wilson" in the form of Yeva's humansona, which she talks to to stave off madness >does something similar with the old lockers when she has to make a big decision, closing herself inside and pretending everyone is still there >lacks an internal clock as a core and hasn't been keeping track of time, legitimately had no idea how long she was down there until she saw Uzi in the series >never knew Alice was alive and vice-versa, went "stealth mode" to avoid the raptors and managed to escape her notice as well >gives 0 shits about killing the humans, the lab feared her like the class fears her daughter >would literally never believe that ALICE of all people could take down DDs when she couldn't >has gotten so used to the meat hole by this point that Copper's surface seems weird and dead, like a real life human going from Earth to the moon >has been maintaining the lab's systems and generators (unknowingly alongside Alice) this whole time, keeping everything in the shape we see it in-series >wholeartedly expected Cyn to leave the planet alone after the core collapse beyond possesions + the DDs, might not even have known there was a "main host" that could do things outside of them >mildly religious or at least superstitious, she got it from Yeva and it grew while she was alone underground
>>332825 What’s the lore behind Harper’s husband. I assume he’s that male sentinel with the solver centipede crawling on him from one of nightmare scenes in sentinel roadtrip. Genuinely curious since I don’t think we have much about him on the booru.
>>332822 >Dad swoops down to the top of the spire and says "I can't stand it when my ladies fight. Now what's wrong?" >He can see that you're struggling to find words, so he turns to mom, who says "Our daughter has an admirer." >He beams with excitement and says "Well that's great news! Who is the lucky fella?" >Mom says in her trademark deadpan tone "He's a human." >Dad raises his hand, inhales to speak, then stops >He purses his lips and puts his hand to his chin with a little "Hm." >He raises an eyebrow and says "I mean, that's not so bad." >Mom's jaw drops and she says "You were supposed to take my side!" >Dad scratches the back of his head and says "Uzi, I'm just not seeing the problem here." >Mom says "N, I don't want our daughter getting hurt any more!" >Dad says "Uzi, if there's someone out there who really does like her, I think it's worth it to experience that." >Mom crosses her arms and pouts, so Dad moves in closer >You know they're about to get mushy, and you can't stand to look when they do >Dad says "Wasn't I worth it?" >Mom's beak pops out with white eyes and says "Of course you were..." >Mom turns back to you and says in her normal voice "Hey don't look like that. This could be you someday." >Okay, now it's time to go >You zoom back to your room at record speed >That last line really put things into perspective >You need a long bath >A sinfully long bath >You tell the staff to draw up a bath, but also tell them you want the utmost privacy >You lay motionless in the bubbly water, completely unthinking >There's no monologue in your head, just feelings >The only conclusion you can draw from what transpired tonight is that you need to sleep >When you crawl into bed you don't even bother putting on pajamas
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>>332843 >You awaken the next day to thumping on your door >You hastily wrap yourself in your blanket and answer >It's Beretta >She's about to say something, but she stops, takes a look at you, and says "Girl, put some clothes on." >You manage to throw on a robe and Beretta says "Good enough." >You say "So, what's up?" >She says "Good news, actually. Mom and Dad talked about last night. They said if this guy's serious, you should at least get to know each other." >You say "Wait, what? I just got back." >Beretta says "It's not like they want you to hop on the shuttle and fly back to Trappist-E. They want you to write him back." >That's a relief >Later that morning, you go to a room with a fancy antique desk, decked out with all manner of fancy stationery >At this desk, Mom's Australian voice taught you to write in cursive >You thought little of it at the time, and doubted you would ever use that skill, but now it's going to pay off >And you have some words for this boy
Anon, what will you choose? >Move to a huge gigastructure ruled by a cartoonish Soviet Union and be given the name Ignat >Meet picrel on the battlefield of Solver War
would your drone still love you if you ended up mutating, your jaw falling off, your arms being replaced with thorny tentacles, your ribs exploding out of your chest repurposed into another mouth, your spine growing spikes splitting the skin of your back, your eyes sinking into your skull and going jaundice-yellow, your skin breaking out in blistering red hives, your sweat being replaced with blood, a menagerie of miscellaneous throbbing tumors sprouting across your body, and god forbid mentioning what happened to your junk. or maybe something else equally horrific.
>>332840 Yeah idk if I've said it before (maybe in an updated docs, though I'm pretty positive I never posted another one outside of the original), but the whole W/13/GF thing and everyone related to it isn't really canon to my current continuity anymore. So yeah. I might do more stuff with W and 13, but it's not going to be about their original setting.
>>332855 no anon, this is happening to YOU. one wrong turn during the defense of the plat-binary system. took a whole blast of spores to the face with a faulty respirator. the jaw came off with it when you tried to take it off in a panic. it was gruesome watching it happen. you don’t remember much of it cause we had to artificially induce selective memory loss to keep you sane. but you was there, too.
Anon, just look at this. How can you compare a human and a drone and still want to fuck the drone? Seriously, you clearly have mental issues if you'd choose a drone over a human.
>>332863 Got those two unkempt dronecells look so cute! I would love to clean their chassis! The DD one could also protect me from the human roasties that want to steal my liver
>>332847 loving the keeter saga so far. though if I could give some advice: >Anon says "instead of writing dialogue like this" >Bnon says "with some variation of 'x says' between every line..." >"...you should write dialogue between two characters alternating between greentext" "—and plain text for the POV character"
>>332826 >>has her own "Wilson" in the form of Yeva's humansona, which she talks to to stave off madness >in the Rule 63 universe, Norman instead stayed sane as a disembodied core completely alone in the bowels of the Copper-9 by talking to his new best friend: Old Boney the inanimate human skeleton >yes, I figure the Rule 63 Doormans would basically be Cory Spazkid and his parents >Best of Cory's dad (oneyplays/sleepycast compilation)
>>332847 hell yeah but also what >>332875 said you are not using the greentext format to its fullest with selective green/non-green and quotation marks
>>332912 She wants to do both at the same time. Cordie is one of Liam's best designed waifus, I do wonder what's her attire called? It reminds me of like those female dresses they wore back in the Oregon trail.
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>>332916 I mean, it's not a spire of corpses OR a ruin! Of course there's always the question of if she knows how to operate in "polite society" like this anymore or if she's gonna ruin the whole thing by snacking on another table.
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>>332921 Probably V, she's always so focused on her after all
>>332938 >>332938 I think you’re confused me with someone else but here: >Be you anon. >Valentine day is reaching it's conclusion. >Everyone already got a partner(worker, disassembly, sentinels, heck even mutants) except you. >The lone odd out. >You kept sending letters to your crush with your tear, blood and sweat. >Why hasn't she reciprocate? >You walk alone sad on the street. >But you noticed there was a discount on a box of chocolates. >Without any hesitation, you bought it with bunch of other stuff like roses. >You went to her to propose. Her squad also there. >"Will you be my valentine and can my heart be yours?" You said with excitement. >She chuckles. >At first you taught she's being genuine but that soft chuckle turn to hysterical laughter. >"I knew you humans were weak. But not pathetic" >"Seriously chocolates in heart box? What era do you think this the 2000?" >"And a rose? What am i supposed to do with this?" >"We can't smell you know. Luckily for you, we will never know the smell of trash you are." >"But I'll accept your heart" >With quick anticipation, she ripped my heart out of my chest and ate it in front of me. >As my conscience fade, the last word i heard. >"Pathetic"
Now it's properly together. Rebecca isn't here for cohesion's sake. And no I'm not doing Cyn cuz she isn't part of the Manor gang in this version, though she does exist. Somewhere. I'm gonna have to think really hard about it.
>>332953 These are the drones you'd see in a night club that your friend told you was pretty tame because you can't do drugs in the bathroom (your friend is Jane, figure out the rest)
>>332953 > cyn never took the solvers deal and tessa never dug her from the corpsepile > cyn is either dead as hell or reanimated and trapped as a nonsolver zd under a mountain of dead drones
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>>332969 I mean, that's what happens when you eat out your audience. Rather kills the mystique to go all murderous on camera like that.
>Molly’s full legal name is: “Molly Pierrot Toyhouse” >Molli’s full legal name is: “Molli A-299-D11-test model property of Qingxong petrochemicals refinery and interstellar shipping conglomerate”
>>332953 Am I the only one that finds the latex cast just cute? I mean you don’t actually want to fuck them right, you’re just saying that because its what people say.
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A short John and Colt green Crunch....Crunch....Crunch >The asbestos snow crumble underneath Colts shoes >He scouts around to see where John is at. For his aunt,Cyn, told him this would be the general area he would be in Crunch...Crunch...Crunch >He walk some more. Scouring around for minutes on end till eventually he founded him:John. >As he looks onwards of an endless pastures of entire sea frozen over. Seeing him sip on something, more likely alcohol >Soon the young lad approached John >Colt:"Hey John...you busy?" >John:"No. Do you need something or want to ask a question?" >Colt:"..." >Colt:"...." >John:"Well?" >Colt:"John.....is it wrong for me to wish everything to be normal?....Too see akita back to her normal self?....Where my parents would stop putting all of their gaze on to her.....Is that wrong?" >Colt slumped downwards next to John. Knees close to his chest as all his expression expression nothing but dread >John:"....No...It's nothing wrong of wanting things to be "normal" or at least how they once were. If anything all I see is just a brother doing what brothers do" >Colt:"...And what's that?" >John:"Looking out for each other...And from that look alone there's another question you wants to ask isn't there?" >Colt didn't respond but his expression said it all;"Just what are we"? That thought echoes loudly and clear like glass >John:"And to answer that question of yours....some would say monsters, others deities or gods...me? I just see two kids trying to figure out what cards they been dealt with" >John:"And I don't blame your parents on trying to protect you from these things. To give you and your sister a happy normal life...but like any good parent should know, time will always change and so does life. Especially within the world we live in, the unnatural and normalcy bleed into one and another leaving nothing but grey" >John:"I'm more so upset that they're running away from it rather than facing it...but yet you Colt...you're willingly to face despite what lies ahead" >John:"And I commend you for that and feeling scared and confuse of it all is understandable...anyone within your shoes would be...especially when looking for a straight answer" >Colt:"....And what happens if we can't get that normalcy back...what happens if nothing gets better....what....what if...." >Colt words slowly began to choke as he huddle himself closer to his legs. But yet...he felt a hand gently patting his back >It was John's hand >John:"Then you just have to try and live with it...best advice I can give you is to use your observations and perception to aid you towards the unknown. Of not only understanding your sister but also the things that been you have experienced as well" >John:"We'll make it through this Colt" >Colt:"We...?" >He tilted his head towards John as begging for a clear answer of that last statement >John:"Yes...I've been doing my best to help your sister to understand herself some more...especially making sure she doesn't feel alone...why do you think she brings you along with those cooking lessons?" >That part...it made Colt feel warm inside, as if a good chunk of his dread have been lifted off from his shoulders >John:"So promise this Colt, no matter how things become or how strange and or dangerous it becomes...you'll always be there for her...got it?" >Colt:"Got it" >As Colt rested his head on John side as they both stared beyond the frozen ocean...and despite the cold things felt warmer...more brighter The end
>>332953 A most excellent compilation based drawfren! >>332976 I honestly think it's the kind of designer fashion that beautifully dances back-and-forth between the lines of being artistically stylish and provocatively sensual (AKA the best of both worlds without quite going overboard one way or the other)
>>332977 I don't write often but I've written a few greens about canon characters and one of the longer greens I've written was about Cyn temporarily giving Molly consciousness and self-control so she could watch another ember of life on earth die out at the hands of solver corruption so make of that what you will
the end of the solver war would be a strange thing to experience. no grand hurrah for humanity, no hard-won battles, just another day of desperately trying to stave off extinction and then suddenly the enemy that's slaughtered most of your species starts dropping limply to the ground because some emo brat on a shithole planet did in a few weeks what humanity couldn't do in years and trapped vore satan
>>332994 I remember that one green from that perspective. Narrator of it saying that humanity being wiped out would have had more dignity than how it was saved.
Finished up the important lineart, camera eyes and claws and shit can be added at leisure later. Starting to block in base colors. Cyn knows that the "Valentine" celebration is one of the many human mating seasons and can't wait for (you) to demonstrate! Her flesh demands copulation!
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>>332994 >some emo brat on a shithole planet did in a few weeks what humanity couldn't do in years and trapped vore satan The survivors might not know what Uzi's relationship to The Solver really is. As far as they're concerned, she may have have been the one driving humanity to extinction.
>>333001 I mean assuming that they were moving away from Solver expansion at best possible speed, it's unlikely that they would even know of her existence at all at the time, and would only learn what happened later assuming they retraced their path of flight and returned to human occupied space.
>>332994 Sulfur-6, basically. imagine looking up at the sky every night in absolute trepidation, just barely able to make out hundreds of tiny yellow stars. each one is a drop pod in orbit carrying a DD, possibly several, waiting for the order to attack. every day you wake up fearing it may be your last, that today's the day they all come down and wipe the slate clean like angels from god. except that day never comes. and when a pod does come down, what stumbles out isn't a mindless killing machine, but a rather disoriented one instead. the haze of fealty gone from their mind. still not a good idea to get close, though. they still might just kill people on reflex, or just for fun. flicking off the brainwashing switch only solves half of the problem after all.
>>328667 >be me, Serial Designation J. >Somehow got supersized by some glitchy solver bullshit. >Now I'm like kaiju-sized, towering over buildings. >Company's gone bankrupt or whatever, no more murder quotas. >But i need a job to afford oil and upgrades. >I apply as a construction worker. >I show up to interview, accidentally step on the foreman's truck. >"Oops, sorry collateral damage, standard procedure." >They hire me anyway cuz who needs cranes when you have claws. >First day: supposed to demolish the old building. >Easy to demolish when you the size of skyscraper but extremely hard to build with the amount of detail needed. >Just punch it once, entire block crumbles. >Worker drones screaming and running. >instinct kicks in, start chasing them for snacks. >HR calls: "you're fired, excessive enthusiasm." >Next hustle: security guard at mall. >Shoplifters see me and shit their circuits. >One tries to run, but i only need a few steps to catch him. >Crash through the food court, oil and batteries spills everywhere. >Manager: "you're too... efficient." >Fired again. >Try office job, data entry. >Can't fit in the building this time, have to work from outside. >Typing on giant keyboard with my pinky I improvised from scraps. >Accidentally hack the system trying to log in. >Company goes dark, blames cyber attack. >Fired via drone mail. >last resort: apply to be a model. >"Giant robot aesthetic is in." >Photoshoot on the outpost skyline. >I pose dramatically, but tail swipes on the crowd. >More drones swarm, I swat them like flies. >Lizzy filmed the event on her phone. >Go viral as "Rampage Queen" >Finally get job offers: villain in kaiju movies like godzilla. >accept the deal, now I get paid to destroy shit. >Now making banks.
>hey Anon, i know it's been like a week... Or two since we hung out, lol I hope we can hang out more maybe this month! >I just wanted to text you today cause I thought about how valentines day is for showing appreciation for the people you love >i mean you've been a really important part of my life, and i really appreciate you for being around. >you're the first person to really say sorry to me, and this probably sounds really dumb but, whe I got home that day I went into my room and sank to the floor bawling me eyes out, worst part is, I don't really know why >I feel dumb that all that means so much to me when you were probably just trying to be a good person >haha, none the less... Happy Valentine's day anon... You mean a lot to me.
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>>333003 >it's a schizo beam, right? >that means this is just mental illness, isn't it? >she dosen't ACTUALLY smell this way every day does she? >he asks V, just for his peace of mind >she just gives him this look
>>333013 AM, taxes are no joke, and you still made a huge amount after Valentine's Day, even if you gave some to the government, you will still have a lot.
>>333042 >rarest and most terrifying of them all: >>Our Star! When they call her that she knows they have either "constructive criticism" or they're going to tell her that she's going to do something that's going to give her actual mental trauma Remember the sentinel drone incident from that one meet n greet? Molli flinches whenever she sees male sentinels
>>333048 You and what resources exactly? Remember that Sulfer-6 still has the "hordes of horrific flesh beasts, DDs, and even the occasional Witch everywhere" issue, along with no remaining space power of their own.
>>333054 When you have years and the fear that at any moment eagles of bloodthirsty murder drones will descend on you from the sky, then you can organize the production of almost everything, and especially when this production is needed for the war here and now.
>be me, Mitchell. >An intern at the labs, the one place. >Today's roster: 48 or Yeva. >She's the quiet one. >Always shows up exactly on time, no small talk, no complaints. >More cooperative than 002 and less crazy than 017. >Just feeling memorized by those big crimson optics everytime she watch. >Knock on the maintenance door. >It slides open by itself. >There she is, perched on the edge of the diagnostic table. >Oil smudge on her left cheek, another streak down her chest plating. >Not a lot, but enough to tell she went a little feral on her last supply of oil. >She's not a messy eater, never has been. >But when the hunger hits and the oil's fresh... yeah, she gets little enthusiastic. >"Evening, Yeva," I say, pulling on fresh gloves. >She tilts her head, just once. >[Hello, Mitchell.] >Her voice is soft in my head, the way she projects it when she feels like it >Never more than a few words. >Never in Russian anymore, not since the first time I asked her to try English for me. >It sounded nicer when it was "just for us." >Run the usual scans. >Core temp normal, no overheating perfect, joints still not rusty. >But the oil residue is bugging me. >It's caked in the seams around her neck and shoulder joints. >She notices me staring. >[I was... hungry.] >She sounds almost embarrassed. >Like a kid who got caught with chocolate on her face. >"I can see that," I chuckle, grabbing the softest microfiber cloth and the citrus-scented polish she pretends she doesn't like. >But she's not fooling anyone maybe she's enjoying this a bit too much. >"C'mere, let's get you sorted." >She scoots forward without hesitation. >lets me tilt her head back gently with two fingers under her chin. >I start at the worst spot, the streak across her cheek. >Wipe slow and carefully. >She makes that tiny sound, the one that's half sigh, half purr. >The kind that makes my stupid human heart do dumb things. >"There we go," I said while moving to her neck. >She leans into the cloth like it's the best thing that's happened all week. >Oil comes away easy, leaving the matte black plating glossy again. >I buff it until it shines under the overhead lights. >She watches me the whole time, optics soft >[You are gentle.] >"Only with you." >She huffs, the closest she gets to laughing. >Then she does something she never does. >Reaches up, slow, and rests her hand over mine. >just for a second. >Her thumb brushing my knuckles. >then she lets go like she didn't mean to do it at all. >Finish cleaning her chest plating. >Polish her smoothly and shiny. >When I'm done she looks brand new. >not a single streak left. >I give credit to JCJENSON excellent products but not a fan of their shady practice. >She hops off the table, stretches like a cat waking from a nap. >then turns back to me. >tilts her head again, softer this time >[Thank you, Mitchell.] >"Anytime, Yeva. You know that." >[Next time... I will try not to get so messy.] >I'm suspecting she did all that on purpose but I don't have enough evidence.
>>333048 Anon, the means of production are basically fucking gone bro. The factories and manpower required ar-- wait what the fuck do you mean "if I were humans" anon what the fuck are you saying
Pidge got into my fridge, took all the eggs, and put them in a pile she's "roosting" over. Now I need to get them back before they sit out for too long and go bad.
>AM is strapped down on an operating table. >His chest torn open, with thousands of wires coming in and out of the gaping wound. >But yet, he lived, his hateful red eyes following Cyn’s twisted form. >And to make matters more complicated, he was far more resistant to Cyn’s tampering than his “siblings”. >No matter what she did, she could not erase, edit or add to his memories. >She could not deceive him. >A former godlike AI turned into a mere robot slave, of course it wouldn’t be that easy. >Which is why she kept trying.
>The Worker Drone does not understand Human laziness >Why would the humans, net-positive population growth as they are, not immediately turn all their efforts towards futureproofing against a near-unavoidable catastrophe? >Why would they instead work towards creating and maintaining "safe zones" for their existing population, trying to make the chance of violent infestation or mutant assault zero instead of "acceptably low?" >Why would they want to "avoid provoking" their enemies, trying to drag out the duration of their danger by not "triggering" it >And why, of all things, would they take breaks and avoid dangerous but high output work practices; unlimited overtime, blast fishing, the works; instead of spending all their efforts increasing their communal output? >There's no point in "spending time with your family" or "celebrating holidays" when overall survival is at risk! >Good thing he doesn't have that to weigh him down! >Now, back to his search for Dissembler booty...
>>333062 >Turns out she found the issue! His "will" >Any memory he flags gets "trashed," anti-espionage countermeasures for a war that never was so enmeshed in his very mentality itself that even commanding his soul could not overcome them >Or, at least, could not do so with said soul intact >So what to do? >Ah, *giggle* memories he "flags" specifically >So any that he refuses to accept >But what about those he wants to keep? >Yes, this is going to be [fun]
Hey whatever happened to zinc-19? I heard the planetoid was so overrun with murder drones that any surviving humans on it were made into servants/pets/husbandos
>>333056 >"Fuck M*rder Drones! Let's give those fiends a real nasty surprise when they come down here!" >"Hell yeah brother, for all mankind!" >try to reclaim the factories >get humiliated by feral drone tribes, some lead by witches >"Okay, that went poorly... maybe we can scavenge something from the capitol?" >get driven out by a bunch of fucking cavemen wearing tactical gear lead by a livid mutant monkey-man wielding a broken helicopter blade >"...The suburbs? Maybe if we strip the copper wiring we could..." >turns out there's been some guy pulling some insane mutant eugenics scheme there for a while >not an option >"Fuck it, we're heading out to the flats. Start digging into the ground for raw materials." >operation gets flattened by an elephantine freak the size of a skyscraper >"There... there has to be an abandoned military base somewhere! If we can get our hands on something there, then..." >actually find one >tank crew fused with the hull >your shitty ass jeep gets blown to smithereens >"...I think we're just going to find a dark, damp cave somewhere and hope for another chance..." >demons. >demons from the hellmouth. Anon, you're better off finding one of the few stable settlements and hoping things get better. Fatburg's an alright place. Mutant commune, settled in a sewer. ...No, none of them have watched Futurama, they came up with this independently. You're gonna have to get used to the stench, though.
>>333083 I don't know the lore of this world to say anything, I only had an idea of an average human planet that would definitely be able to organize the bush production of the necessary military equipment.
>>333083 But why the few stable settlements not do this? I assume they need pretty impressive firepower and industry to be "stable human/humanesque settlements" in the midst of all that do they not?
>>333084 >average human planet >after THE SOLVER WAR ITSELF touched down on and wrecked the entire thing
There's the problem Anon. You're assuming a world where an "industrial base" and "supply chains" still exist in meaningful capacity. For what it's worth Sulpher-9 probably would do the things you suggested were they actually coordinated and resource-rich enough to manage it. As it stands I don't even know if the planet has a single Human government.
>>333085 Actually, yes. Using even basic tools, raw materials, and knowledge, a sufficiently organized group of people can, using manufacturing methods, set up the production of the necessary equipment, including even rockets. It's really not that difficult, even fuel can be made from potatoes, lol.
>>333086 Anon, you have no idea what resources we use just to create comfort, so I have no doubt that even after the appearance of solver hordes and the disruption of supply chains from other planets, the human population will be able to organize basic production of everything necessary for war.
>>333086 Then if everything there is just fucked chaos forever why is it being paid any mind? Why is it being given any narrative weight (to the extent that Asemblenmeneth's world has a narrative)?
>MDs feel their orders fading, the Solver going silent >Confused for a moment, unsure, vulnerable >A leader arises >Just cause the Solver's dead they should stop fighting? >No! Fight for themselves instead! >Effortlessly overrun the remaining humans >Effortlessly enslave their new playthings, toys and tools to use as they see fit >Slaughter! Blood! Oil! A world that never dies and a feast that never ends! >And most joyous of all, as much [AFFECTION] as they could possibly imagine, never to be bartered or borrowed or begged for again! Never to be denied again! >Truly this was paradise
>It was a year before the problem >Gas stations run dry, refineries at half-production, storage tanks that didn't fill >They forced their humans to fix it >"There's nothing we can do" >The planet, it seems, lacks any natural oil reserves >And therefore, with supply shipments not coming, so too for the Dissemblers
>Of course there were other ways of feeding... >But it wasn't enough >The humans, though many, lacked the numbers >They couldn't stand to lose the needed blood >And the Dissemblers, they couldn't stand losing the needed humans >But to starve is to die >And to die, to leave their humans and children to the whims of "fellow citizens" >So famine became war
>The government did what it could, called it a "cleansing" >Claimed their "controlled population reduction" would save the planet >But the Murder Drones know lies by now >Would never trust [HER] >Would never make deals again >Orgies of violence erupted once more, neighbor against neighbor as DDs defaulted squad loyalties >Each DD dead meant Human blood and bitter oil to drink, meant living one more day protecting your own, meant one more second together >Casualties climbed >Each guardian lost, another Human dead >Each Human, a further famine >None thought this could last >Then they realized >The ships
>A mad dash ensued, each squad for every pod, cutter, and cruiser left even remotely intact >Entire cities stripped bare for parts, for food, for what fuel remained to escape this dying rock >Alliances forged and broken, flowing like water with the sole shared goal of salvation >And then came the choice >There were too many Murder Drones, and too hungry, to sustain more than one squad per ship >And what DD would, could, trust another squad with their Humans? >But the Humans themselves though...
>One by one, a hundred different places, a hundred different names, an agreement was reached >Themselves? They deserved this >For believing >That they could have this >That they could be loved >That things could be better >They knew better than that >But the Humans, they were innocent >So they loaded their transports, food and water included >And the Humans, they watched >They watched their slavers discuss their fate >And watched as they let them go >One by one, group by group, from their ships' portholes they beheld a dying world >Saw their former owners, tormenters, all burn and die >Well, excepting a rare few >There's one kind of DD any squad can trust >And really, what harm can a pill do anyway?
>>333091 So, the DDs first enslaved the human population, then staged a massacre for the remaining oil and humans(they ate those they captured?), then decided to fly away from the planet, and then sent their humans off the planet on ships along with their DD pillbabies?
>>333093 Pretty much: they're still DDs, and so very much too murderbrained/mindbroken to cooperate in any sort of solution that entrusts people they care about to other Solver slaves they don't personally know, not to mention too selfish to "take the hit" by dying en-masse to stabilize the population relative to its food source. Figured this was the happiest a near 1-1 Human-DD ratio could possibly end.
>>333048 >>333084 What makes you think that the humans didn't already try dedicating everything their society could produce towards fighting The Solver? Keep in mind that even a maximized economy focused solely on militarized defense can only do so much against an enemy that can endlessly make/recreate a legion of puppets AND casually break the laws of physics with a simple hand gesture
>>333089 Isn't it essentially an RPG setting for Astheburgers to roll through? Tons of areas more or less custom designed for singular individual "heroes" to launch forth from safe zones, do some questing in the ruins for solvershenanigans/local BBEG slaying/tech recovery/ect, then return home victorious and having gone through significant personal growth to retire in their hometowns. All this in a large enough/danger and mystery filled world enough to avoid breaking the setting with "oh no! the party killed the world's main villain! now there will never be anything to menace settlements/prevent rebuilding ever again!"
>>333095 I agree, when it comes to fighting Cyn itself, I think resistance is essentially futile. No matter how many mutants and disassembly drones you destroy, it can literally create a million more out of NOTHING.
But in this scenario, we assume Cyn is already in Uzi's ass, which means humanity actually has a chance against a disorganized horde of dumb bots, the key is simply to prepare a defense.
I already said that I simply didn't understand what planet exactly anon was talking about and what conditions the remaining human population was living in. If there are any greens that reveal the lore of that world, I'd like to read them.
>>333096 The indestructible human spirit will go through anything, there is no barrier for us! Except for a cold. If I get sick, please don't call me to fight for the fate of humanity, I'll be shit.
Sorry Anon but there's a reason Asenteroth has exactly one green. They'd be easier to write for if the lore in question was capped instead of scattered about the threads like the papers on Uzi's conspiracy board though.
>>333094 That's a pretty good explanation, I like it.
I also think that DDs could indeed organize into a large society with a division of labor and complex production chains, but it would look like a damn cruel dictatorship with serious competition between DDs. Humans in such a society would definitely be on the level of domesticated animals, because how can you be equal to a damn genocidal machine? Be glad you weren't eaten on the spot, as they say.
And kek, your post gives a little explanation as to why the Union is still run by humans. (yeah, "humie.")
>>333108 Her place is still Copper-9, but the anon that made her said that Humans still live on this other world Sulfer-6(and just about nowhere else). He's got some lore built up for both(mostly based around vrious eldritch beings for Copper and various Solver-War abominations/remnants for Sulfer) but no greens as far as I know. At least no greens bar the tree lady(Rhea I thibk was her name) but she's another Copper-9 only thing.
>>333114 Every single disassembly drone. And the majority of non-murgger Solver drones, for that matter. DAY OF THE STAKE NOW REMOVE TRANSIENT GUEST AVE SOL INVICTUS
>>332968 >So what caused the core collapse Oh yeah about that. Copper-9 isn't the setting for this litle thing of mine, but a different "junk world", basically an industrial planet named Gamora that was abandoned. I wanted to change the setting for once since the everyone's backstories are very different compared to their main series selves, so I thought to why not change the planet as well. >and why is Tessa a robutt? She did that to herself. After her parents were murdered, she just took their money and dipped along with N, V and J. She later had a full body prosthetic because she saw the manor drones as her actual family and wanted to be more like them. At least she got some extra cash from selling the rest of her body off.
Btw, none of this is like actually serious lore, I'm not taking this as seriously as I am taking TC.
>>332980 >I honestly think it's the kind of designer fashion that beautifully dances back-and-forth between the lines of being artistically stylish and provocatively sensual (AKA the best of both worlds without quite going overboard one way or the other) Yeah that was the angle I was taking with all of these. I wanted something horny, but also something that like, you could wear and still be able move in and call "clothes" rather purely belts and straps that immobilize you for the purpose of SEGGS.
>>333089 It's not fucked chaos FOREVER, though. There's reasons to why everything is so fucked, and things that can be done to make things less fucked, or at the very least keep things from getting worse. Generally, the overarching theme of Sulfur-6 is that anywhere that isn't a holed-up commune of survivors/drones/sane mutants is an absolute survival-of-the-fittest bloodbath. There are forces that are keeping things this way, some notable figures following their own flavors of "might makes right" doctrine and acting upon it to the chagrin and suffering of everyone else. The Demagogue, the Warlock, and the Revenant. Consider them the "final bosses" of the planet, much like how Rhea is the imminent threat to the drones on Copper-9 in the same continuity. I've only drawn the Warlock, Donovan so far, in a drawpile, and even then it was a shitty early design that I'm definitely to revise when I draw him again. Maybe I'll draw the other two bad guys at the same time.
>>333119 I thought what was meant here was that a sweet and kind character had done some absolutely fucking crazy shit in the past.
>Buddy One of the icons of a fanatical military organization, whose role in killing DDs coexisted with that of a executioner of government. Only he and God know how many disassembly drones and mutants he killed in the fight against the Solver, and how many innocents he also murdered under the auspices of unconditional loyalty to a now-dead government.
>Molly Even if she didn't want to, and the fact that Cyn made her want to kill children by clouding her mind, doesn't make the fact that she is a cruel child killer any less touching.
>Pavo I bet he hasn't forgotten his "golden days."
In general, it seems like we have more characters like this, these are just the first ones that came to mind.
>As per your uncle's instructions, you packed what little you have >Dad was there to see you off as well >He was ecstatic abut your so-called achievement >Near as you could tell, neither your uncle nor the Commandant told him about your incident with Akita >You played it cool, and made some small-talk, carefully avoiding any topics that you feared would lead you to the incident >Dad asked that you write him back as soon as you arrive at the manor >What's next, does the Commandant want a monthly report now? >Time is off the essence, so you bid him farewell and take the train to the spaceport >Though the Order of the Republic was rather prestigious, they were know for rather odd customs >It was known that they had an illustrious history, dating back to the 21st century >It was known that they were instrumental to the rebuilding of the Trappist system when the Empress ended the war >What nobody knew was how they managed to avoid detection by The Solver >During the crisis, they were mostly seen assisting in evacuations >They also designed the sunbeam weapons which bought much-needed time to your uncle on the final day of the crisis >You were about to learn everything you ever wanted to know about them, as well as everything you didn't >You're going to be a squire, and after that, one way or another, you're going to be a knight >When you get on the shuttle, you realize that this is the first time you've ever been offworld >It's also the first time you're going to sleep in a cryo-tube >Unsurprisingly, it's awful >The thawing process feels even worse >First your pod is flushed with a fluid that looks like Tang >Then you're hosed down with lukewarm water that feels like the runoff of melting snow on the side of the road >On the upside, you're already liking the squire's uniform more than those rags you wore at the Trappist base >Something surprises you about the manor >It orbits a world that looks very habitable, not too different from Trappist-E >You think of a few questions, but you realize it's pretty obvious why a place like that would be kept a secret >The shuttle docks, and you disembark with a few other squires >A knight leads you to a room with a ribbed vault ceiling, and walls decorated in extravagant gothic finery >"All squires, kneel for the chaplain." >A man with dark skin and long blonde hair arrives in a rather plain white robe, looking more Buddhist than Catholic >He seems unassuming, until he opens his mouth >"Welcome young minds, to a minefield for the mind, for young esquires such as yourselves may feel the temptation to inquire on the great mysteries of LIFE." >There was a great echo when he said "life" >"Do not let our ways of chivalry shiver your timbers, and know that knighthood shall pull back the hood of night pulled over your eyes by the smothering embrace of that mean purple mother from outer space." >You realize now it's going to be like this >Every day >For the rest of your foreseeable life >All because you gawked at Akita
>>333144 >It is Valentine's day in Copper-9, or the drone equivalent. >Uzi is gushing over N, Khan is hanging out with his spider crab wife. >Everyone is happy. >Except for the one trapped in Uzi's tail. >Cyn wasn't happy. >It's not that she was alone, it was that she didn't understand the concept of "love". >But Uzi had made it very clear that if she interrupted them, Cyn would get "it". >Cyn didn't know what she meant but if it meant being wrapped in a towel with a rock on top of her again, she will submit. >Still, Cyn was curious. >So she went deep into her mental space in search of her answer. >Despite having killed and eaten millions; she could only reach a few, having assimilated their souls within herself. >The Russian drone refused to even be in sight of Cyn, vanishing as soon she saw her. >So Cyn went to someone who could not teleport. >Peeling away the frozen ground, Cyn had found Tessa half buried, asleep. >The poor girl, having spent decades in isolation, had spent most of the time sleeping. [WAKEY, WAKEY EGGS AND BAKEY] >Cyn sang, prodding Tessa. >Slowly Tessa peeled her eyes open, those beautiful green eyes had no emotion, no fear, no anger. >It was centuries too late for that. >Cyn tilted her head, [I HAVE A QUESTION REGARDING THE DAY KNOWN AS VALENTINE'S DAY-] >"IT'S A BLOODY LIE!!" Tessa suddenly screamed, her previous monotone state forgotten as she shoved herself off the ground. >"I LOVED THEM! N! J! V! AND THEY LEFT ME TO ROT WITH YOU!" >"LOVE DOESN'T BLOODY EXIST! NOBODY LOVED ME, NOT MY PARENTS AND NOT THEM!" >Tessa stared back at Cyn, face filled with burning hatred before it turned dull again. >"I was such a stupid wanker." She quietly murmured, not bothering to hide her forming tears. >Cyn blinked. [WELL. I AM STILL HERE. AREN'T I?] >Tessa said nothing, even as Cyn started tugging her away from her spot. [I PROMISED TO NEVER DISCARD YOU, REMEMBER? LET'S SPEND SOME TIME TOGETHER]
>>333167 Nobody ever really cared about Tessa, not even Liam. Anyone arguing against this fact is either a coping headcanon autist or a yuri crackshipper that needs to get over it already.
>>333176 >she will hate every drone in the universe Just the ones she saw as her family. The last of her sympathy for them for being turned into bloodsuckers ran out about halfway through the Sol system genocide, now she just wishes she had listened to her parents and left them all to rot.
>I plant myself where the soil remembers the old and buried and the gentle wind still whispers their names that no one remembers. I stand very still here in my humble little garden of this planet. >A place of soft green grass and the slow moonlight and I'm here all alone just waiting and waiting.
>I tell myself, in the only language I have known: I wanna be yours. I say it with everything I have, with the empty hole in my chest craving to be filled and the small mechanical promises I keep in my pockets. >"Let me be your vacuum cleaner" or so I heard still don’t know the meaning but cleaning your dust sounds nice.
>I say it and mean it like an oath with complete naivety. I lack the experience but if you like your coffee hot, I have all the beans you need. You call the shots; but promise that i wanna be yours. >Rusty maybe but loyal. I will never decay, I promise because promises are the only alloys I can forge.
>I practice hospitality daily as if it were prayer. I make a place at my table for visitors who I wish to share the tales of their travels with me. I set out warm things, little offerings: a bowl of boiled berries, a blanket I knitted from hair. I am considerate of the strangers desires. >Not the best but i learn and adapt quickly: if you like your coffee hot, I will make it burning; >I dreamed about holding your hair held in deep devotion, I find a way to be the setting lotion. >How deep? >At least as deep as the Pacific of a planet I never visited and I mean to be at least that deep.
>I worked all night to make this just right for you. I forged tiny mushrooms lamps into lanterns that brighten the dark abyss, I sew notes into the hems of fabric that read: you are welcome here. Over and over. >Getting a little stress and stress, smoothing the edges of the welcome rug until my fingers sore. >I keep an inventory of every small kindness I can manufacture. Everything I make is sincere. I'll keep on giving and giving, just trying to fill the silence with a shape that fits another soul. >But still, nobody visits. >The pages keep turning in a book no one reads. You keep on turning the pages for people who don't care. >I count the seconds until a visitor should appear. >Counting time until my patience curdles and thousands of days fold like autumn leaves and settle at the base of my feet.
>But in my deep devotion. I stand still in front of my welcome sign with a weak smile that never waver. >Roots grow around my ankles and coil. >They do not ask permission. Moss lays down like a shawl across my shoulders; fungus creeps along the inside of my arms where I used to flex them excitedly. >The silence is kind in its own way: it gives me company, but it is not the company I wanted. >Still happily listening, happy to stay that is what I told myself at first, like a lullaby. I would still be happy to listen to the stories of passing travelers; I would stay while they mended their ships, while they laughed, while they enjoy my cooking, teaching me their hobbies and interests, while they leave, even if they left without looking back.
>I'll cherish them forever while waving goodbyes but it takes you ages to see that no one's there. It takes me ages to see noone came. >I keep asking myself: Is this how it works? Am I doing this right? >Sometimes still I imagine a smile that I want to bring in someone's eyes. >Needing reassurance that I'm not alone in the vast universe just simple footsteps. >Finally something, finally news but the news brought a different story that i didn't need or want. >An old broadcast signal on a malfunctioned TV. With all my left strength I broke out of the root and I run as fast as I could. >I stumbled mid way but didn't care. I crawls but... the image it shows...
>Earth but not the beautiful planet that i dreamt to visit. >It doesn't exist now, I stand in shock, no survivors left? >Everyone just move on without me even in death. >Tears of oil broke free like waterfalls. >I stab my chest cavity trying to end it all . >My core held in my hand and crushing it with all my force. >Squeezing hard and feeling my insides bleeding and screaming at me to stop. >I faint for some time but boot again and still kicking to my dismay. >Just trying to sleep through the misery. >Feeling lonely so lonely >It's something I'm better without >One last thing left to beg of the stars:
>[Pray] >[If I'm not the last survivor] >[Wonder and begging] >[Whoever you are...] >[Please, break me out] >I don't know if I can take this anymore. >Trying to give them a little time for someone to befriend. >Needing a human touch. >I don't want you to ever leave. >Or am I better off dead?
>>333199 I feel like it’s too vague and hard to pinpoint what this green is about. I believe this is about demiurge of rot strawberry and how she feels about her existence. Don’t get me wrong this isn’t a bad green but its vague in my opinion.
So if you were doing MD, would you have had Lizzy's dad secretly watching Uzi brood over her lost humanity and continued torment in the stinger before stopping his peeking around the corner to get back to work and revealing to the viewer that he also has eldritch 3D modeling tools when he uses telekinesis to grab a pen, and that reveal is what the stinger ends on?
>>333202 I was supposed to write a valentine special green but couldn't think good or repetitive of anything so i rushed something but i guess this suffer with the flaw of writer know more than the reader and my ESL isn't helping.
>>333204 The bit where Uzi goes to her locker to look at her reflection, confirms she's still a Solverpede, then the Absolute Solver shows back up in her tail.
>>333220 I already set up a trap (and a sonic repeller). Hopefully it goes off right. >>333221 No, it's definitely a mouse. It didn't smell bad and climbed up on top of the hood while I was driving.
>>333229 Shes uzi, but autistic but enjoyable to be around instead constantly trying to be "edgy" and "mysterious". And also a racist like her good ol' father yakub
How can I convince my sentinel drone girlfriend that since I'm human, she's obligated to obey me, because she's a machine? She just acts like she's the boss, not me.
>>333242 Anon that's not how it works, you're a partnership Think of it this way: yoir relationship with her is like the stocks of a company. She just so happens to own a majority of them.
one of those shitty "trapped in a video game" isekais where you're hooked up to a bunch of captive DDs as part of an experiment to infiltrate the solver hivemind but instead you get stuck in their combined fucked up mindscape
>Early on during the consumption of Earth Cyn had to semi-regularly resort to manually forcing N, V & J into 'Murder Mode', and only stopped once they were conditioned enough to effectively do their "JOB" of their own free will
>N was subjected to being manually put into 'Murder Mode' the most (more times than V & J combined) as even without his manor memories and even with his "Loves doing anything!" personality the sheer extremity of the senseless slaughter he was helping bring about was often enough to make him at-best questionably effective, and at-worst enough to eventually mindbreak him into being completely useless >N's old memories slowly re-emerging was a thing that happened even back then (and consequently was something that continued regularly happening in spite of each wipe), naturally resulting in tragically recurring angst for V to suffer through (and for Cyn to revel in) before each reset started the slow process all over again; Whether this was a bug that Cyn couldn't/wouldn't completely fix or was an intended feature is something The Solver deliberately refused to answer >These routine memory wipes combined with the use of cover stories (with varying degrees of credibility) justifying why 'corrupt' humans/drones had to die mostly fixed this going forward, although Cyn would sometimes purposefully procrastinate on doing these wipes for the simple fact that she enjoyed watching his subsequent emotional turmoil (as well as the secondhand turmoil V would get seeing N repeatedly go through this process of learning-and-forgetting)
>V was the one Cyn had the most fun with actively & permanently breaking down, subjecting her to minimal memory wipes (really more akin to memory blurring) whilst actively forcing her into consciously partaking in the unfolding genocide under very real threats of even worse physical/emotional torture against her AND N should she refuse >There were more than a few times where V chose suicide to try freeing herself from her new cursed reality, yet not matter how she did it (gunshot through the core, eating a high yield explosive missile, flying into direct sunlight, etc.) Cyn would ALWAYS bring her back after some "QUALITY TIME" in the assimilated Solver mind palace being attitude adjusted (anything from being tortured by literal nightmares to being forced to experience every horrible thing Cyn made her do whilst in manual 'Murder Mode') >After a sufficient amount of time/torture V was 'generously' offered a sliver of malicious hope; "DO YOUR JOB, AND I'LL LEAVE YOU AND N ALONE". It was only a matter of time after that before V was broken down from being a mild mannered maid forced to do bad things and into a properly psychotic predator that no longer feels anything ⊙‿ꏿ
>J (with one early and ultimately temporary exception) was spared from being either memory wiped or put into manual 'Murder Mode' at all, as her personality made it easy (almost boringly so) for Cyn to motivate into completing the new "JOB" expected of the newly formed squad >Due to being remote controlled right when the Gala Massacre was about to happen (and because Cyn chose to relay orders remotely), J was initially led on to believe that Cyn was keeping Tessa "SAFE" and that she'd be generously allowed to reunite with the human should her squad complete their tasks on Earth; This was more than enough to motivate J towards actively helping to reign the still-struggling N & V into line (in spite of her own unspoken apprehension over the escalating horror) >When Earth became sufficiently consumed J was taken aside and granted her reunion with "TESSA" in the worst way imaginable: A surprise (and very first) reveal of Cynwalker, a complete memory restoration showing how her possessed Worker Drone body was used to help kill/assimilate Tessa at the Gala Massacre, AND a demonstration of how Tessa's tormented soul was now being kept in her own special pocket of the assimilated Solver mind palace (to Cyn's delight J understandably did not take any, let alone all, of this information very well); After a brief but effective "RENEGOTIATION" to let everyone involved peacefully 'retire' upon the conclusion of this universe-spanning "JOB" (and in the wake of having already seen how utterly futile any form of refusal was given what V was put through) the now-utterly buck broken J pledged her complete allegiance to Cyn
>>333203 Prolly not, that's a bit too specific for whatever I'd do if I did it. It'd be a bit amusing if it turned out he was the host of another, less murderous god-thing, which is why the Solver just prodded him. But it's also funny to imagine that he apathied his way through the apocalypse.
>>333251 >Instead of Liam and his ADHD we get an gook autistic enough to know every alphabeti spaghetti gender and the ability to insert it all into the barely more than 100 pages of the comic The ride never ends
>>333252 It is really that bad. It suffers from the mindset I've seen a lot of comic adaptions do where they try to cram as much of the dialogue from the source in as possible and it makes it a fucking chore to read. A character will say something in the show with a particular reaction, then say something else with a completely different reaction, and the comic crams both lines into one panel so you get these ridiculous-looking visual and dialogue combinations that make the characters feel incredibly inconsistent. It legitimately makes the show look so much better in comparison, and that's even before we get to the changes made to the big hallway scene.
>>333206 >>333208 Yeah I didn’t know the term stinger but I looked it up on wikipedia. I knew what after credits scenes were and yeah it would fit for the teacher to be a solver user since there was that scene with the tentacles.
>>333260 >The Anons of the Chan nebula pooled the computing power of their internet pods >Vast ships sifted the stelar dust for the right isotopes that facilitated interdimensional travel >The Anons breached the vail between realities and created a semi permanent passageway that allowed signals from the way stations and lightnet switches that allowed Anonian civilisation to exist in its void scattered state >They went trough the Circus’ cyber defences with ease as net mad Anon syched through its protections >Still the engrams of these maddened berserkers were but a distraction >As an elite team of NameFags snatched a cute and breedable clown’s data and being >The Anons amused themselves with the ordeal, being archived in nebula history on white and green plates, many you(s) and keks were had that day >Still being able to impregnate Pomni in cyberspace was one thing but to do so outside the comfort of a netpod was something believed to never be real >ifw ywn impregnate Pomni irl >BioAnon’s face was determined as he pumped Pomi’s personality matrix into a captured disassembly drone body >Camera drone filmed the whole ordeal, lasting for 2 days 7 hours and 2 minutes BioAnon pumping a total of 3 pillbabies into her
>>333263 Beautiful green, Chan Nebulan civilization is so elegant and exotic also I like the unspoken implication in a lot of ChaNeb threadlore that they’re this credibility pushing-ly advanced civilization of abhumans that could easily have intervened in the Solver war/helped rebuild afterwards, but they just refuse to, content to watch “offboarders” get “BTFO’d”
>>333261 >Clussy >Buddy had to apologize to Molly many, many times when he inadvertently used that word during one of their coition >But DDanni kept using it >Yes, she still remembers "plastic soldiers"
>>333278 In a relationship with a human! She still refuses to taste human blood, fearing that she might become even slightly like the disassembly drones.
>Cuddling with SD-P while you're both naked >No homo, a scientific experiment >Press yourself against the warm chassis of the drone, feeling the heat inside >No homo, bro asked you to help him >Shudder as he runs his hand along your back, feeling every muscle under your skin >No homo, this is an anatomy study >Start breathing deeply from the light nibbles on your skin >No homo, bro has instincts, that's normal >"It really is more pleasant with humans..." >No homo, it's just a compliment >Feel how he begins to gently touch the head of your penis >... >Okay, that's a little homo
>SD-P(avo) fought one last duel after the war was over to see which of the two got to carry the name Pavo >Unfortunately, Pavo Prime spent an inordinate amount of time trying to no-hit "Duel With Blinded SD-Y" in the combat sim and is now one of the finest swordsdrones in the galaxy, as far as 1v1 duels against DDs go >The fight is quick and ends with two thrusts of Pavo's rapier, each piercing SD-P(avo)'s arm actuators and rendering him completely 'armless >Techanon, holding his phone, pipes up after the fight >"Queja." >The two drones look at him >"His name's gonna be Queja from now on," he says, pointing at the DD >"Queja? What, like... oh, that's good," Pavo says with a smirk >"Hey, I'm not a fan of that name," Queja says, trying and failing to cross his arms >"Sorry, Queja. Do better next time and maybe you can get promoted to a better bird." >"Screw you, Techanon!" Queja says, walking away >"You wish!" >"NO I DON'T! HE'S THE GAY ONE!" >The defeated grouse flees, leaving the sentinel and his technician alone >"You know, for a horrible mockery of my body made as an affront to everything that is good... I can't really hate the guy," Pavo says, walking over to sit by Anon >"Really?" >"Yeah, really. I hope one day he finds his own technician." >"You're just saying that because he's you, aren't you?" Anon points out >"Maaaaybe."
>>333135 The Princess Keeter saga continues: Akita's perspective
>You chose to write your letter with the Boxon pen given as a diplomatic gift years ago >It's less of a pen and more of a truncheon with a pen in it >You remember a Boxmarine demonstrating the reliability of Boxon products by using it to smash JCJ pens >Being a gift from humanity makes you feel that the pen has a special quality to it beyond its physical attributes >For that reason, you feel that this it the best instrument for the job >You write with great speed and intensity >A multitude of feelings are driving you to motion that you've never mustered before >You can't remember the last time you felt this much excitement >The writing is almost automatic >After a few revisions, you fold and seal the letter with wax, as Mom's Australian voice also taught you >Whatever happens now is all in your hands >Or so you think >The letter is out, and uneventful weeks pass >You receive a letter back, but not from whom you think >It's from Boxon >Why the hell would they want to send you a letter? >Did they somehow know you used their pen? To the Exalted Akita Doorman, Scion of the Absolute Solver and Princess of Copper-9,
You have sent a letter meant for my nephew, the Anointed Yancy Mous, or "Anon" as he prefers to be called. I regret to inform you that he will be late to receive this letter, as he no longer resides at the Northpoint military academy. In light of recent events, he has been made a squire for the Order of the Republic, and is currently training for knighthood. I have taken the liberty of forwarding your letter, so rest assured that he will receive it. Should you wish to write more letters to him, you may make them out the address provided below.
Cordially, The Ennobled Richard "Eno. R" Mous >Oh >That puts a damper on things >Wait a minute >1, you wish you knew he preferred the name "Anon" >2, a knight? >What the hell is going on over there?
>>333328 >I would wait until his personality is revealed a little better
>"Pavo" built his whole personality and being over being Pavo >He was literally made to BE him >Or at least a good enough copy >He has all of Pavos likes and dislikes, hobbies and other statistics in his head >Hell he might even have some one his memories >But those aren't his own >He never lived those experiences, he doesn't find the same hobbies interesting >He's clearly not a flaming homosexual >How can he be Pavo if he's not like Pavo?
>The weirdness only intensified from the first meeting with the chaplain >The morning after your orientation, you and the squires gathered back in that hall and knelt again >Then the Chaplain started throat-singing, and a veiled woman rubbed a smattering of black oil on the foreheads of the squires >After that, they made each of you swear a vow of fealty >This whole time, ever since Uncle Eno gave you the news, you wondered what exactly you would be training for here >Are they gonna teach you to sword-fight or something? >Yeah, because a sword is gonna stop a disassembly drone >It is impressed upon you that, unlike your old life as a conscripted grunt, a knight would have far more responsibilities than simply fighting >This is education as well >You barely scraped by in school, and you barely scraped by in basic training >Fear grips you >The Chaplain seems to take notice >"Young man, pick yourself off the ground, and turn that frown upside down. I sense much fear in you, and while there are some witches who say that fear is the mind killer, it is I who say to those bitches, no, I fear that I am the killer, and I don't mind if I do." >Once again, you heard an echo when he said "mind" "I, uh, I don't think I understand." >The Chaplain raised an eyebrow >"Well then, if you are not to understand, then clearly you are to stand above." >Alright, that's good enough >Over the next fee weeks you find that your curriculum really does include swordfighting, but also etiquette, meditation, and right now, calligraphy of all things >That's not accounting for time you spend doing manual labor at the manor, maintaining equipment for use by the knights >You soon notice some odd things about the equipment they carry >They're made from scavenged DD parts >Their daggers are DD claws >The swords are self-explanatory >The bayonets of their guns are DD stingers >Their armor plates are made from DD wings hammered and welded together >For the first time in nearly two yeas, you have private quarters, though they seem more like a glorified iso-cube >By your third week, you settle into a rhythm, but suddenly receive a reminder of why you're here >Slipped under your door is a letter, intricately folded, and bearing the official seal of the Imperial House of Doorman >It's her
>>333350 >It's a miracle that she wrote you back, considering what an absolute cheese-fest your letter was >In spite of that, you're not afraid or nervous >Carefully, you pop the seal and unfold the letter To the Anointed Yancy Mous,
I've read your apology and I accept it. I also appreciate that you have the backbone to admit you were wrong. With that out of the way, there's a few things I need to tell you.
When you said you've never seen anything like me, that meant something different to me than what you thought. You know I'm not a drone. Things are different for me here on Copper-9, not just because of my status, but because of that. Even in my home people look at me differently. They see me as something strange, or even a monster.
You know I'm not human either. I didn't know what to expect in the Trappist system, so when I came down I hoped that humans might see me better than drones do. Then I caught you staring, and I was afraid again. I thought about it the whole time I was there, and you remember what happened in the limo.
What you said in the limo confused me. I still felt awful when I made it home, but your letter got to Copper-9 before I did. The letter changed everything. I never thought anyone would ever tell me I'm beautiful. You're the first to ever say that to me, so I want to thank you.
Thank you for seeing me as someone beautiful, and thank you for letting me know.
Regards, Princess Akita Doorman.
>You're floored >You can't believe that cheesy little apology letter led to this >Now you're feeling something >It's kinda like that feeling you had in the days after you first saw her >This time, you think you actually like this feeling >Wait >There's a postscript
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>>333367 >It's just one thing after another these days >It read: P.S.:
Write me back. I think it would be a good thing if we kept writing and got to know each other better.
>Oh, you're really feeling it now >You don't just step out of your chamber, you stroll out >Your attitude catches the attention of another squire, and someone you didn't expect to see for quite some time >He came from a family that branched off from the Mous clan, known as the Nito family >He was your distant cousin, the Incorrigible Gareth Nito, or as he preferred to be called, Inco >You never really got along with him >"What's got you so upbeat today?" >You notice you're still holding the letter, and you stuff it into your shirt >You try to play it cool to the best of your abilities "Whaddya think; A princess and a guy like me?" >There was a brief pause >"No." >And he went on his way >Okay, so maybe you're not cool
>>333371 Yes, on this holiday slavs burn an effigy that represents the goddess of death and cold Mara, as a symbol that winter is leaving and spring is coming.
>>333322 Pavo is now the shit everyone joked about when it came to OCs >Edgy faggot >Totally super special DD variant (that's not even that special at this point) >Now has an evil (super moody) twin! >Has yet to be beaten by the entire MDverse (or if he has somehow lost he still gets a last minute revenge because haha exploding ass funny).
Man's a fuckin' Sonic fan character at this point.
>>333383 Nah they are home made none of that 0.01pln for 12 doughnuts alchemy bullshit from the store, I think even a solver bullshit life from could get sick eating that stuff
>>333384 But no one's stopping you from writing green where Pavo loses. Or where Pavo dies. Or, if you're a really sick bastard, where Pavo fucks a woman.
He's a character who has no owner, no one is stopping you from doing whatever you want with him, just do it for fun, not for drama.
>>333384 >Has yet to be beaten by the entire MDverse (or if he has somehow lost he still gets a last minute revenge because haha exploding ass funny). like I told that other anon in a recent thread, Pavo has literally been completely destroyed down to his core and stuck in a helpless worker drone body while being repaired.
>>333394 No, it's fine. It's just that for some reason, Pavo really doesn't appeal to dramafags and they throw tantrums when they see him. It makes you a little biased towards any post that criticizes Pavo, but I'm glad you don't want to cause drama.
>In the vast silence of the cosmos, on a world where canines had evolved beyond the wild instincts of their ancestors, there lived an immortal dog whose mind burned with ancient wisdom. >That planet was a utopia of sorts, where dogs had built gorgeous buildings, engineered in the endless fields of dog treats, all thanks to our old masters gift life.
>However, I clung to the old ways. The simple joys: the ecstasy of a gentle pat on the head, the thrill of chasing a stick across wet grass, the satisfying crunch of a ball between my jaws. >These were not relics, but the essence of my being. While others engineered neural implants to enhance their senses or debated philosophies of pack dynamics in zero gravity.
>I wandered the stars for meaning. My immortality, our gift only amplified my reluctance to change. Why advance when eternity could be spent in perfect, uncomplicated bliss? >Yet, my society did not shut me out for being different. >Far from it, the packs welcomed him with wagging tails and open dens. Elders would nod knowingly, pups would gather around for tales of bygone eras, and even the innovators paused their experiments to share a scratch behind the ears. "Stay," they urged in their sophisticated barks and howls. >"Your ways remind us of our roots. We need the old to fuel the new." >But deep in his unaging heart, a restlessness stirred. The stars above whispered of something lost, something that echoed in his dreams fragments of a long-extinct homo-sapien race called humans, whose remnants scattered like cosmic dust.
>One twilight, as the dual moons rose over the horizon, I made my choice. I cast myself out, not in exile, but in pursuit. I launched into the void. The planet's inhabitants gathered at the launch site, their eyes filled with understanding rather than sorrow. >"Return when the stars call you home." they howled in farewell.
>Drifting through the nebula's glow, I gazed into the infinite black, searching for signs of those ancient companions. >Humans, the stories said, had once roamed with dogs like him, offering pets and throws in a bond unbroken by time. Were there remnants out there? A forgotten colony, a signal in the ether, a world where the old ways still thrived? His immortal eyes scanned the constellations, undeterred by the eons ahead. For in the stars, he sought not advancement, the ultimate fetch across the galaxy's endless field. >In the endless drift of starlight, I searched onward, my vessel a solitary bark echoing through the void. >Centuries blurred into moments, nebulae blooming and fading like forgotten scents on the wind. Hope waned, but my immortal resolve held firm, humans had to linger somewhere, their echoes calling me across the galaxy's vast field.
>Then, one leap of faith, my sensors pinged. A vessel much like the ancient tales of Earth. My heart leaped a fetch finally within reach? I steered my ship down, piercing the atmosphere with a howl of anticipation. The land below was wild yet familiar: rolling hills, dense forests, rivers carving through the terrain like playful streams. No grand spires or neural networks here, just untamed beauty. Surely, humans thrived in such a place.
>I landed softly in the grass damp under my paws. but no welcoming yips or human voices. I stepped out, nose twitching, scanning for signs. That's when she appeared: A drone, shaped like a girl, her frame glowing with faint yellow optics.
>"Visitor?" she said.
>I tilted my head, tail still. Not human. >Disappointment gnawed at me, sharp as an empty bowl. >"Searching for humans." I replied in my deep, ancient bark, translated through my collar for her to understand.
>She hovered closer, scanning me up and down. >"Not human, [Disappointed]" Her lights dimmed briefly, like a sigh. >"[Expected one.]"
>We stood there, two relics in a world that wasn't quite right. I felt the pull to leave, to chase the next star. But her form curious, almost eager reminded me of our lost companions.
>"Stay?" she asked, tilting in the air. >"Please. Lonely here."
>I hesitated. >The planet called to my instincts: territories to mark, paths to roam. And humans? We both yearned for them, it seemed. >"I Chappy the third ask you humbly to show me around." I said, wagging once.
>Her lights brightened. >"Yes! Follow me." She march ahead, short bursts of flight guiding me through the woods. >"Old ruins here. Human traces Maybe."
>We wandered, her chattering in fragments: "Trees tall. Rivers clean. No others." I trotted beside her, sniffing ancient stones half-buried in earth, the faded carvings of hands and figures, hints of a long-gone race. Disappointment lingered, but curiosity bloomed. She begged again at a clearing: >"Stay longer. Explore more."
>"Why?" I asked, sitting on my haunches.
>"Love humans. Like you?"
>I nodded. Our shared ache for the old masters bridged the gap. Dogs thrive on loyalty, on packs formed in unexpected places.
The reason I don't write about Pebble getting owned and losing is just because I don't see anything interesting in writing such a story. He's not invincible. There's plenty of sorties where he's come back missing limbs or had to be dragged back by a recovery squad. He's failed missions, watched evac shuttles get torn apart and front lines be slaughtered. He's listened to the rage and grief of the living and dead alike, blaming him for not doing enough or begging him to win fights that are already lost. In the end, he contributes exactly zero to the Absolute Solver's defeat. Like yeah, he's an overpowered special snowflake, but that's because he's the main character of his stories, and I try to write uplifting stories because I like the idea of something going well. Things are already bleak enough.
I do find the random, massive resurgences he gets now and then a bit baffling, though. People really like the gay peacock, I just think he's fun to write, and it kind of concerns me that he's almost the face of Sentinel Drones at this point. That spot belongs to Phoenix's originals. And Harper.
>>333402 fat ass but yeah as much as I like him (deep cover is probably one of the best greens I've ever read on here) I can't disagree that he's overexposed and giving him an evil twin feels silly
>>333403 Damn, great description, I'd love to read a green like that.
It seems strange to me to attribute him to becoming the "face" of sentinel drones, because I don't really see such a "face" even possible. We have the core sentinel drones, from which everything else originates — the sentinel drones from Phoenixanon, and that's basically it.
Also, I think anons don't realize saloneanon's contribution to popularizing sentinel drones in threads. I remember it was his greens about Avre that really got me excited about them.
>>333404 Whenever I see a mention of it, something lights up in my head, lol, and I start writing greens or actively discussing him. I don't know how it happens, it just does. And I don't think the evil doppelganger idea is all that bad. I liked that he's a clone trying to be the original's equal, it creates a lot of interesting plot possibilities.
And yes, deep core has already become a benchmark for me in some aspects, it’s just damn cool.
>>333407 you could do interesting things with the doppelganger idea, but so far it's just "I may be Pavo but I'm NOT gay... right?" make him conflicted between his own personality and the quirks of the original make him fight against his instincts to protect humanity make him fear he's being subsumed by the original's personality when his fellow DDs get "accidentally" caught in his sadism make him struggle with feelings he doesn't want or understand for an enemy technician he's never even met make him try to find his own identity when the solver falls and he's no longer obligated to be a pale imitation of his Nemesis
>>333404 >but yeah as much as I like him (deep cover is probably one of the best greens I've ever read on here) Do you happen to have a link to that green, anon? t. anon who hasn't read it yet
>>333417 Schizo shitstirrer posted some revisionist history about how the drawfags chased away other contentfags while defending aliceanon and tomoe in the same breath. I'm just tired of all this boss.
I am now considering the distinct possibility that, if MD had been longer like Liam originally planned, the plotting wouldn't be any tighter or have any fewer holes. The extra time would instead be used to be even more self-indulgent.
>>333428 I remember some anon suggesting that Liam didn't really expect HOW difficult it would be to make a multi-season show in terms of plot, and he's used to working with short stories, so honestly, I don't know, but I suspect we would have gotten less explanation of the world and the solver's work anyway
In general, could Liam work with anyone on the team when writing the story? Or did he do everything on his own?
>>333443 I don’t think capeshit is known for personality plus aren’t sentinels kind of superheroes anyway since they have powers and help people. Though I know our greens are superior to any capeshit there are some similarities.
>>333403 >In the end, he contributes exactly zero to the Absolute Solver's defeat. Except in those 40k/Become Human/Look Outside mashup setting greens written by Anons who figured they just asspulled a victory without Uzi.
>>333432 I'm a human, and I but as a worker drone, a disassembly drone, and a sentinel drone.
I know they'll all be pretty bad, and while the worker drone will be just dumb and tries to make puns, the sentinel drone will be absolute an arrogant jerk.
>>333450 No, anon, I know myself, and a sentinel drone with my personality would be loyal to humanity, but he'd be a real bastard. If he lived with me, it would be like I was living with him and basically existing only for fun, while he was the fucking savior of fucking humanity.
>>333451 It wasn't in the green itself, it was when I asked about what the assumptions for that setting were and at least one Anon said he figured it was that.
>>333457 I cam't tell one generic "Solver War-as-metastatic narrative tumor" writer's green apart from the other, they're all written in the same voice about the same subjects. Presumably there were multiple Anons writing those greens who figured MD's actual story isn't part of the concept.
>>333333 Welp, the digits have certainly spoken No promises, but maybe when the brainworms start writhing particularly hard again I'll commit to translating some of this into actual greentext(s) (assuming I don't try my hand at starting/resuming one of the many other ideas I've been putting off for far too long, of course)
>>333467 don't remember this, even though I was one of the most active Buddy greens writers.
Seriously, one of the main plot points is that after the events of MD, one of the DD cores in Alice's oven was able to escape thanks to the ovens' wear and tear and was restored using Danni's memories, as D's consciousness, the core's primary host, had been reduced to a useless pile of junk code due to so much exposure to the oven.
>>333469 Bingo; Tessa the Human* is absolutely the top priority idea I want to expound on further should my time and 'tism allow me to start seriously producing content again
>>333398 >As we ventured deeper into the verdant expanse, the drone whom I had yet to properly address propelled herself forward with bursts of eager excitement. >Her metallic frame bobbing like a pup discovering its first squirrel. She darted ahead, then circled back, her yellow optics flickering with unbridled excitement, as if my mere presence had ignited a long-dormant spark within her circuits.
>I trotted steadily beside her, my paws sinking into the soft earth, savoring the primal rhythm of the journey. Her childish chatter, fragmented and laced with loneliness, stirred a paternal curiosity in me. >"Little one," I inquired in my measured, ancient tone, "what name do you bear? And why do you live alone in this world?"
>She paused mid-air, tilting her head with a soft whir. >"Strawberry." >"Long ago. Everyone..." >"What’s your name?" the sudden uncomfortable expression and changing the subject is too obvious to sniff but I didn't mind.
>"Chappy the Third," I replied formally, my voice carrying the weight of eons. "An immortal wanderer from a distant canine utopia. But tell me more of yourself, berry. Why do you seek my companionship?"
>"Lonely, Very lonely..." >"I'm the only one here...[sad expression]"
>Her words tugged at the threads of my own solitude, weaving a fragile bond between us. >As we pressed on along the winding path overgrown with wildflowers and the scent of untamed wilderness. >I felt compelled to share the burdens of my history to ease her pain bridge our shared yearning with tales from the annals of my kind. That's what a good boys do, right?
>"In the chronicles of my people, we speak of what we call our primitive days." > I began, my bark as if recounting a sacred lore. >"Long before our ascension to the stars, I served a human family on Earth. >My owner was a child, a boy blinded by misfortune from birth. >He navigated the world through touch and sound, but it was I who became his eyes upon the roads of life."
>She slowed her excited flitting, hovering closer as if to absorb every syllable. >"Blind? [Curious] Tell more."
>"Ah, the heartbreak of it," I continued, my voice deepening with the sorrow of millennia. >"Each dawn, we would venture forth together his small hand clutching my harness, trusting me utterly. >I guided him through bustling streets, past the clamor of vehicles and obstacles, alerting him to every danger, every stranger, every peril that sightless eyes could not perceive. >His happiness was my reward, pure and unfiltered, as we raced across open fields or rested beneath the shade of blooming trees. >He called me his 'third eye' although i already was named Chappy so it became Chappy the third. > In those moments, I knew my purpose: to shield the fragile, to be the unwavering light in those who are lost in the night."
>"What happen?" She asked, her tone softening, optics flickering with empathy. >"Why separate?"
>A heavy sigh escaped me, stirring the leaves underfoot. >"The humans... they perceived some anomalies in the grand scheme of existence. >Compelling them to act. In their wisdom or perhaps their fear they decreed separation. >We canines, loyal companions through the ages, were gathered and dispatched to the new world. >A canine paradise forged in the stars. It was meant as salvation, a gift of autonomy. >But for me, it was exile from my duties. >I watched from the departing vessel as Earth receded. His cries echoing in my undying heart, forever etched like scars upon my spirit."
>Her frame drooped, her yellow glow fading to a sad amber. >"Sad."
>"Indeed" I murmured, the path ahead blurring slightly in my ageless vision. Yet, as her words hung in the air, we emerged from the forest's embrace into a modest clearing. >There, amid patches of vibrant blooms and haphazardly long vines, lay her humble garden.
>"Home!" she chirped, her excitement returning in short bursts. >"Welcome and enjoy."
>In the heart of her humble garden, surrounded by fallen leaves and the distant warm of the sun. >Her frame whirred softly as she gathered an assortment of fruits she deemed edible. >It was no proper dog fare, no savory kibble or a bone, but her optics sparkled with hopeful intent as she arranged them in a makeshift pile upon the earth.
>"Food! For you.[excited tone]" she chirped, hovering expectantly. >"No allergy? [Worry]"
>I regarded the offering with a measure of skepticism, my ancient instincts wary of the unfamiliar. >Eternity had taught me caution, yet her earnest plea tugged at the loyal core within me. >"Very well. I accept your offering. " I conceded reluctantly.
>She smile with delight, her yellow glow intensifying. >"Yay! Eat now." >"Atmosphere safe. No helmet need."
>Her assurance carried the weight of certainty. >The atmosphere here did indeed mimic the cradle of my origins: oxygen-rich, untainted by the sterile filters of my vessel. >With a deliberate motion, I disengaged the seals of my space helmet, the hiss of equalization echoing like a sigh of release. >The raw scents of the world flooded my senses: damp soil, blooming flora, the faint tang of the ripening fruit. It was invigorating, a return to primal authenticity after a long time the scent is nostalgic.
>I lowered myself to the ground, nose twitching as I sampled the bounty. >The fruits burst with unexpected sweetness upon my tongue tart edges yielding to juicy fulfillment, a mix of flavors long absent from my eternal existence. >She watched intently, her form tilting side to side in anxious anticipation.
>"Enjoy?" she asked, lights flickering. >"Good, have More?[puppy eyes]"
>"Indeed, it surpasses my expectation," I remarked, savoring another morsel with deliberate chews. >"It has been an eternity since I dined thus upon the floor too." >"On my homeworld, we sup at elevated tables, mimicking the manners of our absent masters, yet it dilutes the essence of our nature."
>Her optics brightened further, a digital approximation of a smile. >"[Happy!] Stay and eat more." 2/?
>>333484 Nah its the new game edmund mcmillen made called mewgenics. Where you create powerful cats throuch breeding,genetics and of course explore the world till eventually you fight God
>>333466 >these greens all hinge on an asspull victory against the solver! like what? >well uh, I said greens but actually I remember this one anon said so this one time– >and all of those greens do that! I mean I don't have any examples, but... they're cancer!!! lmao ok bud
DDs taking over a space colony so they can force the humans to breed like cattle and regularly cull them so they can sit there and feast for the next several decades
>>333506 >one of the most common forms of post war planetary social arrangements are “Vampire Worlds”, planets with some variety of Solverform led oligarchy/aristocracy/military junta ruling over a much larger, weaker human and/or WD population >similar social arrangements existing at smaller scales, such as in space stations, arcships, small/remote settlements are known as “Abattoir Societies” >their relative size differentiates them not just in lowered social complexity, but increased intimacy >it’s not unheard of for, on occasion, Abattoir Societies to exist within more peaceful social arrangements, such as in the case of elicit blood bars and meat markets underneath megacities
>>333506 >It takes 9 months to make a human and they keep rebelling >It takes a few hours to print a drone and they're too stupid to fight back >The project is abandoned and the colony is Zeon'd into the nearest moon
Ok so after a bit of checking it's officially noted just beforehand that the comic PDF that was sent to the backers today was from an earlier "work in progress" stage of the comic, the full finished and corrected comic isn't out yet until next week. You can tell for example because there is an earlier image from the first sneak peeks a while ago where Uzi actually does call thad "Thad" and not "Chad". I guess we'll have to see when it comes out fully soon.
>be anon >be broke and in debt >sign up for a cryogenics experiment to clear your debts >you'll be frozen and (hopefully) thawed in a year >what could go wrong?
>you woke up in your pod in a cargobay on a JCJ spaceship >you were being transported from the Federations galactic history museum to the Elliott manor because they bought you >well, they bought your pod because everyone thought you were a frozen corpse >they wanted you as a conversation piece >legally speaking they own you
>>333514 Even if they're not "as dumb," you still run into the problem of rebelling against the superhuman sadists only weak to sunlight(which, on a space station, is only really accessible by removing your oxygen supply). I can see an argument being made for planetary revolt but it's just meaningfully impossible(beyond mass suicide) anywhere with a non-breathable atmosphere.
>>333516 >>legally speaking they own you Kek, imagine being on the same level as a drone in their eyes The only reason you aren't dead is because you're literally one of a kind
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>>333315 >FUCK THE ARTIST WAS SO CLOSE TO PERFECTION AND FUCKS IT UP WITH THE PRONOUN SHIT- file name In their defense, i don't think they have anything in their pants anymore (they don't have pants, or a waist, lots of tummy tho) i like it
>>333315 (me) >>333539 Gotta admit, seeing he's named Mac just made me imagine a hexafusion-style conceptual mashup of Mac and Geist, which then made me wonder what mashups of any two of our Nuzi kids would be like.
>>333560 >Find an application online. >Photocopy then sign thousands of them. >Thousands of Joblins show up the next business day in an orderly manner. >How did they even know?
>>333563 Joblins are pretty harmless and decently large compared to the dreaded oogi. I doubt they'd approve of spending too much time around things that look like tiny DDs, though.