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>>333398 >>333482 >In the tranquil embrace of her garden, we lingered amid the fading light of the day, the air thick with the subtle perfume of blooming flora. >We shared simple pursuits her darting about to point out peculiar stones or vibrant petals, while I ambled alongside, my tail swaying in measured approval. Yet, beneath the veneer of contentment, a subtle shadow tempered my demeanor; not the depths of sorrow, nor the grip of melancholy but a muted joy, as if the boundless stars still whispered of quests unfinished, diluting the purity of the moment.
>My companionship in her solitary existence hovered closer, her optics scanning me with a flicker of concern. >"Happy? Not full happy[anxious]" she murmured, her childish voice laced with quiet desperation. >"Want you stay and Feel home."
> I offered a reassuring nod, my ancient gaze meeting her glowing sensors. >"Your hospitality honors the old little me, little one. I am content, though eternity's weight lingers."
>But she would not be sated by mere words. In her core, a fierce longing stirred to bind this wanderer to her side, to banish the veil of subdued happiness that clung to me like morning mist. >Then, amid the rustle of leaves, an idea sparked within her circuits.
>"[Idea]" she exclaimed, bobbing excitedly. >"Make better for you."
>Before I could inquire further, a soft whir emanated from her frame, and a faint mist dispersed into the air is sniffed strange spores. >The particles danced around her, reshaping her drone silhouette in a shimmer of illusion. >When the haze cleared, there stood a semblance of a human girl, though imperfect in its mimicry: her skin a pale white, like moonlit porcelain untouched by warmth; her eyes a dull yellow, devoid of life's sparkle, staring at me with an eerie vacancy; her hair a tangled mess of pink and green.
>"See? Human now." she said, her voice still fragmented and childlike, tilting her head with hopeful anticipation. 3/?
>>333570 > Strawberry's transformed her figure before me. It was a touching effort, born from the purest intent, and my immortal heart swelled with appreciation for this little drone's kindness.
> "Little Berry," I said softly, my tail giving a single, sincere wag, "your gesture warms the depths of my ancient soul. >To mimic the form of our lost masters... it speaks of a loyalty that echoes across the stars. >But alas, my senses are not so easily deceived. I can sniff the truth beneath the veil this is but an illusion, not the warm flesh and beating heart of a true human."
> Her shoulders now appearing slender and childlike slumped slightly, her optics dimming to a soft glow. >"[Sad] Not good enough?" she murmured, her voice tinged with the fragility of a pup's first rejection.
> I stepped closer, nuzzling her illusory hand gently with my nose. >"No, dear one, it is more than enough in spirit. You've captured the essence of what we both yearn for a companion's form, a reminder of simpler times."
> But before disappointment could fully take root, a spark ignited in her eyes. She glanced around the clearing, her gaze landing on a sturdy branch half-buried in the undergrowth. With a whir of determination, she bent down and plucked it up, holding it aloft like a treasured artifact. >"Play? Like old days?" she asked, her tone brightening with hope. Then, with a playful swing, she hurled the stick across the meadow, where it tumbled end over end into the tall grass.
> Instinct, that primal fire etched into every fiber of my being, surged through me unbidden. >My paws moved before my mind could protest, propelling me forward in a joyful bound. >The wind rushed through my fur as I chased the stick, jaws snapping shut around it with a satisfying crunch. >Triumphantly, I trotted back, dropping it at her feet, my tail wagging furiously despite the faint heat of embarrassment rising in my cheeks. >Eternity had made me a wanderer of stars, a keeper of ancient wisdom, yet here I was, reduced or perhaps elevated to the simple joy of fetch.
> "[Laugh] Fun! Again?" she exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight, her illusory form bouncing with glee.
> I chuckled, a deep, rumbling bark escaping me. "Ah, you've discovered my weakness, little one. Very well throw it once more. But mind you, this is... undignified for an immortal such as I." >Yet even as I spoke, my eyes sparkled with unbridled joy, the embarrassment melting away like morning dew.
> And so we played, lost in the timeless dance of human and dog from eras long past. She threw the stick again and again, her laughter a sweet, tinkling chime echoing through the air as I retrieved it each time, my bounds growing more exuberant. >We wandered the paths together, her hand occasionally brushing my back in mock guidance, as if leading a faithful companion on a leisurely walk. >We paused by a babbling stream, where she skipped stones across the water, and I splashed in playfully, shaking droplets from my fur to her delighted squeals. >In the open field, we sat side by side, her leaning against me as we watched clouds drift lazily overhead, sharing quiet moments of contentment. Hours stretched into what felt like days, the sun dipping and rising unnoticed, both of us consumed by a pure, unadulterated joy that banished the shadows of solitude.
> As the games wound down, my heart overflowed with gratitude. This little drone, with her earnest heart and clever illusions, had rekindled a spark I thought dimmed by the eons. >"berry..." I said solemnly, sitting tall before her, >"you have given me a gift beyond measure a taste of the old ways, untainted by time. As a sign of my deepest thanks, I offer you the greatest honor a dog can bestow: you may pet me."
> Her eyes widened, her form hesitating as if frozen in uncertainty. >"[Scared] Touch... bad." She extended a trembling hand, inching it closer to my fur, her optics flickering with worry.
> "Fear not," I reassured her gently. >"My immortality is woven with protections against the ravages of time and affliction. Touch freely, little one."
> Slowly, ever so tentatively, her fingers made contact with the top of my head, stroking the soft fur between my ears. >I closed my eyes, leaning into the touch, a contented rumble vibrating in my chest. >To my surprise and hers no harm came. >No fungus sprouted, no mushrooms bloomed upon my eternal form. Instead, as she committed fully, petting with growing confidence and warmth, a subtle shift occurred. >Then tiny specks (fleas) that had clung stubbornly to my coat through countless voyages withered and fell away, consumed by the gentle curse that spared me but eradicated them.
> "Oh, Berry," I said with a grateful sigh, opening my eyes to meet hers. >"You've done more than you know. Even in our advanced society, with all our neural implants and engineered wonders, these pesky nuisances have evaded our best efforts. >You've rid me of them with your touch a true blessing." >Overcome with affection, I leaned forward and gave her cheek a gentle lick, my tongue warm against her illusory skin, sealing our bond in the simplest, most heartfelt way.
> Exhausted from the day's revelry, we both collapsed onto the soft grass, side by side. She deactivated her illusion partially, her drone form humming softly beside me as we lay there, worries dissolving into the earth like rain. >The stars began to peek through the twilight sky, a gentle reminder of the vastness beyond, but for that moment, we were simply two souls at peace.
> Yet, as the night deepened, the call of the cosmos stirred within me once more. >"Little one," I murmured, rising to my paws. >"the time has come for me to continue my journey. The stars whisper of humans yet to be found, and I must heed their call."
> Strawberry's optics dimmed, her frame hovering close as if to cling to the moment. >"[No] Stay... please. [Heartbroken]" >She reached out, but hesitated, her voice breaking in fragmented pleas.
> My heart ached, but resolve held firm. >"This is not farewell forever, dear Berry. You've shown me joy anew, and for that, I will return one day. But the fetch across the galaxy awaits." >With a final nuzzle and a promise in my eyes, she nodded reluctantly, her glow flickering with understanding. >As I boarded my vessel, her small form watched from the ground, waving until I pierced the atmosphere, carrying the warmth of our bond into the endless void. >Although we have gone in separate ways, it wasn’t the end of our journey. The end. 4/?
>>333589 She'll give birth to a deceptively normal looking pillbaby This is a jugbear cub and will resemble and act like a typical J until they spot their target human At that point they start to metamorphize into a proper jugbear
>>333592 That's hot scary Imagine bumping into a J and instead of her getting all pissy at you she just stares at you You'd be going about your routine and you swear in the corners of your eye you see that same J watching you Then one by one any female, and sometimes male, drones in your life start going missing You go to bed one night and wake up to an 8 foot tall titty monster J hunched over the foot of your bed
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>>333591 Video related >2P N hiring Uzi to see how hard he can drive her nuts into quitting but then finds her endaring >both assholes to each other >Uzi can't leave the work because the pay is so damn good and he finds the asshole N cute and aggravating >eternal loop of brat correction
>He has a meeting on his office, while 2P Uzi is just giving him a BJ, he's just pushing her head and making her gag while he talks to the person he's interviewing to, he told Uzi she has to be VERY quiet about it or there will be greater punishments
>>333595 I am... Tweaking out Working 5-11pm does things to the brain
>>333512 Nice. Actually, I've also considered this worldview, as it's a classic case of humans as cattle and vampire overlords.
As anon noted: >>333513 humans, unlike drones, require much longer to become fully developed adults, as drones can literally manufacture themselves on an industrial scale, and I suspect disassemblers do too (well, I'm guessing that creating an untrained neural model and then a DD body for it would take much less time than the 15 years from conception in humans). This suggests to me that DDs could very soon outnumber the subjugated human population, unless, of course, they resort to massacres to control their population.
If the DDs can create a clear vertical power structure with society and laws that will help keep it in check, then we can achieve a world where the human minority can exist as a source of blood for a much larger community of drones playing yet another RP game about human society. It reminds me of a couple of vampire stories I read a long time ago.
>>333596 >You go to bed one night and wake up to an 8 foot tall titty monster J hunched over the foot of your bed If this happened to me, I would at least ask her to be gentle.
>>333604 Yeah but we're working from "Solverdrones can have babies" assumptions here, same as the "any other drone type can have babies with humans via one method or another" bit we all pretend is reasonable.
>>333606 I haven't watched a ton of werewolf movies, but every single one I've seen was a more enjoyable watch than Ginger Snaps, including Van Helsing
>>333598 If DDs can reproduce, then you simply need to control their reproduction. On pain of being tossed outside to the stars, most likely, since it's an existential threat. You'd likely have the DD government focused around keeping their own population in check as necessary and making sure that the populace is content with the state of affairs. And you'd have murder drones upset with that idea forming splinter factions, of course. Then, one day, a DD reproduces illegally, yet its child is spared. With little to no support, it's dropped off to fend for itself and perform odd jobs for its higher-ups, only to soon be embroiled in an ancient conflict that could change, or even end, the world...
>>333604 Well, worker drones can reproduce, so why can't DDs? And I'm not just talking about DD-human, I'm also talking about drone-drone. If disassembly drones can replicate like can worker drones, then I think they'll be able to increase their numbers much faster than humans.
Arguably? I mean, a DD couple determined to do so could pump out pillbabies at whatever speed their solver-biology allows(and it would have to be that instead of factories, on account of typical code sharing only passing on a dormant solver itself rather than a DD body, and of the fact that DD bodies are just impossible to recreate through mundane means), but they're still a lot slower reproductively speaking than, say, WDs would be. Not to mention that while it dosent take the full 18 years (most likely) to have something resembling a DD it still dles take years like humans do(since the body needs to grow). Heck, it might even be possible that DD pills can't mature at all until "their" solver is "unlocked"(i.e. they get traumatized/heavily damaged).
>>333598 They don't have to eat only humans do they? If they need to fill holes in their diet(and exist on a planet where oil and metal are reasonably accessible) then why not just make drones as a kind of "nutrition bar" equivelant to the human's "real meat?"
>>333614 This is entirely up to the writer of green. We don't know how disassembly drones actually reproduce. Heck, we don't even know how worker drones actually develop from their pill state into an adult body. We only know that they spend some time in pill form, and then their consciousness is transferred to a full adult body.
I'm just making the assumption that disassembly drones are evolving much faster based on the fact that they: 1) Robots. It seems logical to me that machine life forms could evolve faster than biological ones. Plus, they're also dumb, which might also hint that their "brains" aren't all that complex. 2) They regenerate. We see how disassembly drones can regenerate at incredible speeds thanks to nanites. N, for example, lost his head, but it was fully restored in a couple of seconds. I think if this ability is used, it would be possible to create pillbabies and bodies for them in literally minutes, all you need is enough material.
Again, it's entirely up to whoever is writing the story, as we haven't been given ANY hints about it, it's entirely our guess.
>>333616 >Plus, they're also dumb, which might also hint that their "brains" aren't all that complex. >it's another "the humans we see in this tonally fucked show aren't also haha fooni Invader Zim extras" episode
>>333615 Well, worker drones, as we know, can eat human flesh and various mechanical components, like batteries, as well as oil. I suppose their diet can include a lot of things, but the punch at the graduation makes me wonder: which human foods are lethal to which drones? I think it depends on their digestive system.
>>333566 I find it extremely admirable how lilblucat has managed to just keep trucking along in drone threads for four years straight solely by keeping to themselves, never getting involved in bullshit, and remaining stone cold consistent in writing and drawing Akita and her core themes without it ever getting derailed
>>333622 >the punch at the graduation I still remember that one post speculating that it's not that punch actually makes drones "super die" but that there was a long, long, long running telephone game series of miscommunications about Jonestown that ended up with the drones thinking that punch is a requirement for parties even though drinking it is instantly fatal.
>>333622 I don't think workers can eat flesh normally. The issue with the punch is simply that it is water based, oil and water do not mix, getting water in their oil would cause all sorts of problems.
>>333626 Damn, I made a mistake. I meant to say that disassembly drones can eat human flesh. What I meant was that worker drones seem to have much greater restrictions on their food choices than disassembly drones.
>>333636 >during samosbor No chance. May Vladimir Lenin protect their sinful souls when they see the purple mist.
But I think they'll be able to handle the aftermath of samosbor. Enforcer Masqy will be smashing samosbor's spawn with cool anime-style moves while the little guy runs away from the slime, kek.
>>333659 Aleph is converted by being threatened by E, Aleph tells her daughters that its all part of her prophetic plan but in actuality she told E of all the people they’ve killed. After she told E she really doesn’t believe what she’s preaching and she just wants to live an easy life. E is furious but she just takes her to jail for child abuse kidnapping and murder. Her daughters get sent to dd rehabilitation and Aleph gets raped by Strychnine in jail.
>>333660 i fw it the core emblem goes hard and im upset that i hadn’t thought of that. I’ve been thinking about Solver Cultists and how they’d behave as like, rpg enemies. i imagine them to be right bastards, self-sacrificing to inflict permanent stat debilitations on your party members. they ain’t got business on the mortal plane no mo’. the world’s already ending, they’ll meet again along the foggy shores of lake hali.
>>333669 yknow, a solver witch with a passive nausea aura that affects even regular drones without eldritch meat inside of them sounds like a cool idea. bitch is the elephant’s foot on two legs.
>>333680 >>333681 >Be you Anon. >You manged to break in and evade all sentinel base defense mechanisms. >You see Pavo dropping something so he kneel to retrieve it. >This is your chance, you sneak in and pull out one of his finger. >He let out the loudest moan that scared all DD who aren't even there.
>>333682 The only kiss she's getting is the one coming from the barrel of my home defense assault rifle for intruding into my house, then I'm going to cuddle with my drone wife as we talk how to clean the blood from our carpet
>>333691 >>333689 She has to crab walk everywhere and that sways her hips but it makes Anon want to bend her over and fuck her deep. Its a good thing those sharp things are there they lock her knees so they can’t give out by round 3.
You vill own a V model vorker drone You vill give her fancy gifts You vill take her out on romantic evenings You vill make her zhe happiest girl in zhe vorld You vill love her You vill alvays love her You vill love her even after she becomes a murder drone You vill love her even after she tries to make you see her as a mere monster You vill remind her every day und night that you'll alvays love her
>>333709 I remember I used to have a NERF rifle. I miss it, though; I loved that weapon, and it was fun to use. Also, I had an SMG NERF that could shoot super fast. Good times.
>>333712 Someone wrote a several post long green involving all the drawfags while making fun of them and pointing out their hypocrisies in the green story.
>>333688 R is a slut, and I'm 100% okay with it. The amount of pelvis shattering, bed denting sex I would have with this drone would likely kill me, but I'm okay with it.
>>333748 >drawing drones for example. I draw. I draw a lot. I draw often. I draw thoughtfully. I draw, thinking about my mistakes. But the problem is, anon, that to draw WELL, you need talent. I don't have talent. And don't even try to tell me that talent isn't the most important thing, I know the truth, anon.
>>333750 No, you don’t need talent you need to want to draw and to like what you draw. And besides you’re probably in a bad mood that will pass then you’ll feel like you can’t draw again despite the unfinished scribbles you have made being better than the drawings you drew when you started.
>>333748 I don't draw drones because I'm a writer, not an artist (although every once in a blue moon I dabble into making 'doodles' for shits & giggles)
>>333781 NTA but I can definitely think of a few reasons that could justify the existence of cult/cultists dedicated to The Solver (desperate fools hoping that worship somehow means being spared, genuine believers that view The Solver as a god/THE God enacting divine destiny, ultra-nihilists that want to end the universe and see The Solver as the logical solution, etc.). Now whether The Solver would actively employ/engage with such individuals is another question entirely, but I'd say that at the very least they'd be worth the effort of being exploited for their worth in unique entertainment value
>>333778 Yeah I need to get on that, but I've been trying to get through my painting backlog lately (and to that end I'm about 95% done with 20 Arbities+An Eversor Assasin and I did the basic basing (glued some sand to the bases) on 70ish models) and I want to finish up a late valentines Y green, also I want to work at least a bit on the next part of chuuni Uzi so I can post that at the start of next month
Also pregnant Alice, no reason in particular I just like the picture and think pregnant drones look cute
>>333810 Arbities around 3 days of batch painting, the Eversor was a one day project and the basing like two hours, I really just glued some sand to the bases, they aren't even primed yet and I've been working on and off on some other character models during that time, probably going to finish up my skitarri, thallax and tech thralls after I'm done with the Police Brutality squads (Also with the rules I'm using they have a twin linked heavy stubber + Grenade launcher in a 10 man squad which is mental)
>>333812 Anon.. I don't think I can burnout? My brain worms got very good at multi tasking, also I'm here for ever, pic rel is me... hah good times, but I'm still mad that Fugue used psyhic powers to scare my dog >:(
>>333819 Not pictured is me shizoing and thread shitting for like a month afterwards because I was on meds that were rotting my liver and causing insomnia, but I still have this
>>333801 I am sure he's a deeply upstanding and uniting figure within his community, dedicated ceaselessly to maintaining its purity in the face of all sabatours seeking to sympathize with the Humies.
>>333820 I'm going to be running them as Veteran Imperial Guard squads so they can get a twin linked Heavy stubber/Bolter/Lascannon but they need two models manning it at once
>>333824 Yeah, I was taking some new allergy meds and I was lucky enough to get every possible side effect (Liver rot, Insomnia, rashes, high blood pressure and blurry vision) they also didn't even help with my allergy that much
>>333830 To be fair, the Solver is indeed a divine being, just flat out. It would be stupid to assume no humans or WDs recognize that and at least try to join the winning side(whether successful or not). Doubly so for Workers, since the Solver actually shows signs of preserving/preferring at least some of them.
>>333682 its been awhile since we had a new mutant, we should explore subspecies and average thrall mutants of the War like this. Nothing special just people melting their skin off or growing more parts
>>333835 yeah because there's nothing godlike about an entity that can block out the sun, crack planets with massive tendrils of radiant energy, and has an army of metal angels of death, you miserable faggot.
>DD boy has captured you and several others and is forcing you to ride a painstakingly-restored train across the icy wastes of Copper-9 >it'd almost be quaint, if the last person who refused to refer to him as 'conductor' wasn't dragged into the locomotive and never seen again
>>333857 (me) Alright going to guess based on observations. Looks like the thread is slower than usual or maybe its the same speed and I'm misremebering , guessing school is to blame for that, looks like most Anons are suffering burnout, however it's nice to see that some drawfriends and writefriends are still going strong like Aoi&Haruka Anon. Am I correct?
>>333861 Something like that, although you actually dodged the worst of the content drought, also the worst of the threadshitting, thing have been on an upswing recently
>>333872 NTA It is trivially easy to write Sentinels in a way that isn't HFY, people just don't seem to want to do it. Multiple Anons have said it in the past, they find Sentinels with subdued personalities boring and don't seem to like stories with bad endings or where the protagonists fail. Unfortunately that's also the way you need to write most Sentinel stories to keep them consistent with the show they, (and humans, and most of their greatest creations) have to be mostly dead and gone before the events of the show happen.
>>333839 It's a pretty broad topic, if you think about it. In fact, I could use a bunch of excellent greentexts to get a rough idea of what life is like for these guys.
>>333897 >green associated >most consistently reasonable character in the show >target of major drone lust: even the Solver wants to attend his parties
>>333897 >Cyn consistently offers to kiss anyone in Uzi's vicinity >ANYONE, period: N, V, Lizzy, Doll's ghost, Khan, even the roboroaches if they get close enough >Given that getting someone elses' tongue up her ass is no longer an aspiration, Uzi does everything in her power to avoid these "makeout sessions" >She thinks she's doing a fantastic job, minus a few close calls >She's wrong >There's a reason Cyn plays at "seduction" >The reality is she's still too dedicated to her husbando Anon to ever follow through on the threat >But the look on Uzi's face when she "tries?" >Especially when her braver/dumber schoolmates start flirting back or bringing presents to class? >Well, some things are worth a scolding >Only a scolding, though >So, just in case, she makes sure every 3rd gift or so is green >She's sure the shrine will clarify things
>>333909 >Constantly shouting "toaster," "clanker," "product" whenever they come up in the song >Including as they pass through worker neighborhoods >Including as Anon gets pulled over by a "converted" type sentinel >By fantastic driving skills, JCJ durability, and sheer luck he manages to escape his "Harlem Renaissance," skidding to a stop in his half-wrecked vehicle after just barely throwing off all their pursuers >U and -U get out "Has the neighborhood always been this dangerous?" >They legitimately meant nothing by it >In fact, they don't think they did anything wrong >Now Anon has to convince them otherwise if he is ever to survive a public outing again
>>333916 >Another night and they're doing it again >Anon's pulled over yet again >"Do you have any idea what your friends are singing about?" the drone officer asks >His suicidal tendencies kick in >"Yes, officer. I am a firm believer in the mechanostate and long for the day when we win and put every meatbag man, woman, and child into the blood centrifuges," he says in a monotone >The officer's stunned enough that he reboots, giving one of the Us time to crawl into the front, step on the gas, and drive the hell out of there while admonishing Anon
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>>333920 Bonnie is super well liked among the troops it would be cute if they all give her treats and stuff That and she's a propaganda figure, so other camps send stuff to her is cute
>>333919 Ironically that's the literal lore: among the other ways Jane screws over other people, she tends to guve the first and best of everything she loots (read: takes from innocents she just killed for their stuff) to Bonnie, food included.
>Abby is suspicious of Jane and Bonnie wandering off to a hidden bunker every so often, one that was delisted and abandoned long ago in records >She obsesses over it, what are they doing in there? What are they planning? >Oh god >Its an escape route >They're planning on digging their way out and leaving them all here to rot, its the only explanation >Abby has a redline board mapping it out, she hasn't slept in days, she has meetings about this explaining that Bonnie has forsaken them but no one shows up >She eventually gets the nerve to follow them, with a gun and flashlight and form for immediate termination and to make Abby the new chain of command >She stalks them as they enter, as they go down the stairs, and at the end she can hear odd squishing sounds >She pulls around with a mighty roar, pistol in hand >Jane and Bonnie are sitting on some beanbag chairs, next to a large collection of cheese. Reading some Manga and other looted literature, eating cheese >Abby is embarrassed, leaves immediately screaming >"What was that about" Bonnie asks >"I dont really care, I just hope she doesnt do anything about it. I worked hard on getting all this stolen loot" Jane responds >"So youre worried she'll report your little rat den huh" Bonnie jokes to Janes anger, "I told you to stop calling it that! And stop calling me a Rat too, its weird" Jane is blushing
>>333924 Weight gain only happens if you’re sedentary and not doing crazy shit like fighting a war. You need like minimum 4000-5000 calories a day to even maintain weight in moderate conditions and these chicks are fighting in space Stalingrad, not average rucking and patrolling. In order for Bonnie to be fat in the Solver War I’d say like 10k-11k cals daily which is maybe 7ish MRE packs in a given 24 hour period if she eats literally everything possible.
>>333941 tbf is Bonnie even doing much? She's just a figurehead, or Captain. It's not like she's on the frontlines often. Jane is out there doing stuff I guess, but they can't get into many battles because DDs would fuck them (Not like that but I wish)
Its probably just a lot of recon, infiltration, and attempts at extraction at best. Lots of Running around though
>"What was the worst part of the war? See, that's a good question. Too many people ask 'oh, when did you feel hope again' and all that, but here's a question I don't have to lie about." >"The worst part of the war was when the old diseases started cropping up again. Trench foot, scurvy, dysentery. We made it to the stars, and now here we are, shin-deep in bloody mud, dying to things we'd basically wiped out centuries ago." >"Don't get me wrong, the shit the Solver did was awful, too. I saw a guy's boils burst into tentacles with mouths across them that started chewing him apart. Nobody else, just him. He was screaming the entire time his own body ate itself. But for how horrifying that was, it's not as insulting as shitting yourself to death in a filthy hole in the ground is."
>>333947 >Isn't their base's entire job to evacuate civilians? That and "attempts" at fighting, but not really. Its almost 100% extraction missions and attempts at holding lines
I like how their job is to evacuate citizens and how each of the main girls react to that >Abby is very by the book and wants to get it done, not because she cares but because thats her job >Bonnie was made the leader due to propaganda and morale, and she just does whatever she feels is best. Shes empathetic to others and wants to help but knows she cant because its all so fucked >Jane pretrends she doesnt care, but thinks its a mercy to just kill everyone she is there to save and enjoy her limited time with someone she likes.
>>333952 >They go True Faggot mode by growing beards, getting ripped, proper haircuts and footlong dicks. >They each in turn give anon a kiss on the cheek before raping him in the ass all at once.
>>333956 >Got put on Command because of propaganda with no action training or expertise, while the person who actually knows what theyre doing is second in command/secretary/ignored by everyone (Poor Abby) >Cares about extracting people, but lets Jane do whatever she wants which is kill everyone
>>333958 >To be fair, Jane tries to kill painlessly. It's scary to imagine the agony you go through when the solver turns you into a robotic entity.
>Anon was a civie she tried to "help" >Anon went through agony becoming a drone >He winds up on copper-9 post war >That rat creature makes him want to kill it
>>333943 Ranks o-1 (2nd lieutenant) ———> o-6 (colonel) = field grade = your ass in the combat zone Captains (o-3) usually command directly on the ground and are definitely not just figureheads, she’s actively taking contact while still keeping the whole mission together. Even paper pusher Abby is in a position where she still has to fire at the enemy in anger. >Its probably just a lot of recon, infiltration, and attempts at extraction at best. Lots of Running around though Well those are extremely stressful, physically demanding, and very specialized missions usually undertaken by higher tier units filled with exceptionally able people, not average joes for obvious reasons. That’s it, I’m upping her minimum calorie intake up to 13,000. Everybody fork over their Reeses Pieces, Juice powders, and cold Pizzas, this fat cow has to eat her first of ten daily servings of slop.
>>333965 >Everybody fork over their Reeses Pieces, Juice powders, and cold Pizzas, this fat cow has to eat her first of ten daily servings of slop. Please Bonnie... I only have so much you cant eat it all
>Your Joblins get home from a long day of work at the small business they run under your name >It's their favorite time of the month, time for a board meeting >You let all of the little bots give suggestions, writing some of their better ideas down to consider later >Once it's over, it's time for their favorite thing: bonuses >The Joblins march up to you in an orderly line and you pick each up, giving them a kiss on the cheek before setting them down >Some march off confidently, some stagger away as if drunk, some even faint >At the end of the line is your manager, a hobjoblin >When it's her time, you pick her up and lean in close enough only to realize she's grinning deviously >Her hands grab your head and pull you in for a deep kiss on the mouth >Then she wriggles out of your stunned grasp, smirking at you, before taking a small card out of her suit pocket and dropping it at your feet >On the card is a link to a joblin-compatible adapter website >She's halfway out of the boardroom as you look up, hips swaying with each step
>>333972 Thats why Jane kinda sucks, shes so dead set that there is no hope that she robs everyone of it and thinks of it as a mercy. There could be a cure, but she will never let anyone find out because theres a risk to her own happiness and self in that. Which is why Jane is a Rat
>>333974 >>On the card is a link to a joblin-compatible adapter website >>She's halfway out of the boardroom as you look up, hips swaying with each step Hobs are dangerous...
>>333999 >Uzi pretending to be surprised when N grabs her legs and lifts her up >Uzi making it all too obvious how she really feels as she rubs against him
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>>334003 >“why’d you wear something so revealing, uzi? i KNOW you know that’s not up to company standard. were you trying to get my attention?” >She tries to play dumb and argue about it >N whispers to her ear >“you’re my secretary, not a whore for the whole office to be checking you out” >he pulls her harder against him >''Only i'm allowed to do that''
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>>333978 >Uzi is moderately less disgusting >On the other hand, she is still retarding herself to death with some clogged air vents while she plays her "I'm a badass and everyone loves/dies to me" sim >Jury's out on whether this interior directed autism or the hillarious overconfience she shows in the actual pilot is worse
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>>334008 A is a sadistic worker drone who spends all its time coming up with horrific torture methods. The Solver doesn't actually care enough to curate custom hells for all the people it does terrible things to, it outsources all of that to a few hundred As.
>>334014 the whole centipede thing is already covered by the show so i feel it'd be redundant and if i designed another Long Woman people would catch on and suspect i was into it
>>334023 I think the concept is underutilized like we got solverpede and grubs but that's still with drones not much from humans like Tessa gory skinsuit. You could think cyn mutated her favorite victims from the gala or something idk I'm not good with ideas right now.
>>334013 >The Republic Knights >A noble and storied combat force >Can they fight at range? >Not really! >Can they fight well in melee? >Depending on your perspective! >Can they take down a DD? >Under literally no circumstances! >Can they convince the entirety of the surviving nobility into signing up for a pretty looking suicide mission in flashy armor, thereby breaking their power over the republic without having to start a civil war in the middle of an extinction event? >Hell yes they can! >In managing this, the knights were arguably one of the most useful combat units in the entire war, bar only the Boxon terminators themselves
>Of course, when the war ended there were some consequences... >Namely that most of the wealth and power the old nobility held was now centralized together in the Knights, as well as legitimized by both their (rare and suprising) successes as well as their tremendous casualty rates >Furthermore while they took high casualties, a combination of suprising skill from the "kooky" commanders appointed to them and the impressive quality of the gear they DID have(given that each nobleman had to pay for his glaive and armor) enabled far more than the projected 1% to survive and learn from the meat grinder missions they were thrown into, becoming legitimately capable warriors in the process >With both disbanding and executing them being clear non-options now that the citizenry "didn't count" them as nobles, they were allowed to remain as a least a legitimate political force, their remaining assets appropriated for "rebuilding" purposes >They figured the retards would prance about and slowly fade into irrelevance, losing importance to the point the whole tradition could be retired >They forgot about the "cool factor"
>The same shiny armor and melee obsession that made the nobility sign up in droves now captured the heart of the common man >Likewise the suicide missions, daring escapes, and even the distinctive and humerous character traits displayed by their command structure made Knight memoirs into immediate best sellers >And as their myth grew to match their marketability, the Knights only became more and more influential until their glory matched Boxon itself >In this way did a "psudo-nobility" take root despite the republic's best efforts: a class of individuals holding extreme influence and poise set to endlessly hand off their armor and weapons to their firstborns through the squire program while they sat and ate tax dollars for their "service" into eternity
>That is, until the Empress came >Suddenly there was again a need for soldiers: bodyguards well armed and well trained that could outspeed a sec-marine and deliver key individuals to safety should worse come to worse >Suddenly there was a need for diplomats: individuals self-controlled enough to stare into the face of the Devil herself without showing rage or fear, who could navigate areas of law and politics and "you shouldn't be mad because" long deemed obsolete in the face of a pitless foe >Suddenly there was a need for those brave, to the point of abject stupidity: to argue with a god >Enter the Republic Knights! >Now arguably the most crucial component of the diplomatic corps, their efforts are most of what stands between the Republic and oblivion! >Who knows if they're aware, though >Their commanders are still the same certified-madmen that survived the war after all
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>>334030 This is just her standard cannon, or will be if what Blue's posted is any indication
>Mortimer, her childhood friend with a crush since year 0, is getting left for a DD that literally tried to kill her on sight >"bEcauSe he seEs her As a dROne," as if the rest of her friends don't >This also proves literally every insecurity he has about being "not enough/cool enough" for his friend group true, mind you, complete with them ditching him when a "better option" comes along >Woe be to Mortimer: his parents had no kill count
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>>334031 This actually touches on the core idea I had when I came up with the knights, that they're sort of like a mixture between Jedi and Monty Python and the Holy Grail. qui-gon jinn: renegade angel
>>334025 >but that's still with drones not much from humans Why are you people obsessed with centering humans. You're like the suits who insist audiences can't identify with nonhuman characters and they need a human sidekick for audiences to identify with.
>>334030 >God, the superior Sapien by far, steals Alpha away in the night. >Nobody knows what she's gonna do with him but he's sure as hell gonna be used goods by the end of it >"Internal replication examination" is still pending on 37's side of things after all
>this is a postwar knight >blade of the naginata/glaive is a DD sword >shoulderpads are made from DD forearms >helmet goggles are made from DD eyes >jacket is a brigandine lined with plates made from DD wings >Most of these parts came from the wreckage of the assault on Trappist-E >The Republic Knights are EXTREMELY spiritual; The exorcism of Nori at the Cabin Fever lab would be secular by their standards
>>334035 I didn't think I'd be seeing shipping discourse over my OCs so soon. We got 3 main arcs to get through before I consider part 2 of the fic (and the fic overall) done, and we're only in arc 1 right now. By the time arc 2 wraps, the status quo is going to shift considerably. I don't see the comic being canon even if Alpha/Akita does happen in the fic as things tend to change a lot by the time I get to events I have in mind. The comic is focused on Alpha/Akita because it made me lmao and I wanted to explore that dynamic.
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>>334052 I don't know if anyone's told you this, but for my money Akita feels like the most Liamesque character created in these threads so far, at least on a conceptual level.
>>334044 No, I don't do the 40k crossover stuff. >>334046 There was very little interest in them when I was still able to put a lot of time and effort in. If you want more lore or a sketch or something I can try on Saturday. I haven't been able to do much, entering a bit of a hell month at work.
>>334017 >Be me Anon. >Don't usually go to plus. >Check out of curiosity. >It's all slop >now I'm turned on and got boner for fail stinky girls please help
>>334071 Nothing left to do but go all in, thankfully Uzi is the stinkiest fail girl of them all! (She failed even at being a fail girl and succeeded, think about that)
>>334073 >Dunks femdrone in sugary milk >Are you happy Femdrone? >Dunked hard >I want you to be happy Femdrone! >Masqy says you’re not doing well! >Lifts her up and approaches the side of her head >I want you to be fucking happy dronecell! >Dunks her more aggressively into sugar water
>>334083 >Breath them There's no to Breath them in they're airborne and just need to touch you. That's why even drones or creatures that don't Breaths can get infected.
Well, 4chan's unusable. Again. They changed up their captcha system again, and are now using some shit called "spur" that seems to be complete spyware. Threads on /g/ get nuked on sight for talking about it.
>>334091 I don’t think there’s anyone that fits that description. Other than maybe Cyn and V but that’s stretching it. Maybe Molly and Molli assuming Molli isn’t on stream and Molly is feral.
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>John banging on Hollys door after she convinced beretta to morph John to a sentient toy >she didn't specify which one >this now the SECOND time holly pulled this antic
Let's be formal for a second and bring a topic. Would you buy cute clothings for your drone, if so. What clothes. (This applies to both male and females) This includes lingerie, if it meets your fancy
>>334130 This happens every few weeks here and on other sites I think YT changes something on their end and it fucks up everyone’s embedding until the sites fix it
I think i made a mistake writing chuppy. He is a good boy who want to stick to the old ways but if you think about it he's chasing a pointless pursuit if all humans are truly gone and he will never find out why at least drones can pet him instead.
>SD-P(avo) bears the curse of having an ass that makes rotten girls want him to enact their degenerate yaoi fantasies >He just wants to find a nice girl to settle down with without the danger of a prolonged hands free prostate exam
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>>334039 >>334067 yeah I remember when these things where first being drawn, people liked them ALOT, it was a needed change of topic then the average oggi posts at the time, ya really did cook.
Unfortunately ive been dragged off by another kind of bug robot now.
>>334182 Yeah, modern """AI""" would be little more than the Broca's area in an overall much more complex artificial brain. In humans there's a small volume of brain specifically for juggling languages and symbols, and associating them with memories and other sensations. Current LLMs can do that job good enough, but will never be capable of intelligence in and of themselves.
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>>334188 >Be me, sick Anon. >I was in the hospital room on the sixth floor. >Tucked away in the maze-like backside of the building. >I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. >A week had already dragged by, with the promise of more days ahead. >All bland hospital meals had lost all appeal. >Trays of mushy vegetables and flavorless medicines have blurred into one endless sigh. >Craving something fresh, something normal. >I decided to venture out to the Subway across the street to stretch out. >It seemed simple enough, but the journey was anything but... >Navigating through endless hallways, twisting staircases. >Finally emerging from the front doors into the crisp air. >Even at a slow pace, the walk took nearly fifteen minutes. >Each step a reminder of the exhaustion weighing me down. >Finally there, the familiar smell of baking bread lifted my spirits. >I joined the line, inching forward, mentally thinking what to order. >At the counter, I started to speak, but as my hand reached for my pocket. >panic set in. >My wallet was gone. >I must left it in the hospital room, >Mentally drained from the long stay, I mumbled an apology to the worker. >my cheeks flushing with embarrassment, and turned to face back. >Up those stairs, through the labyrinth, just to retrieve it and return. >Doctor Felicia and couple of drone nurses were mad at me. >I don't blame them, they were just worried sick for my being. >They told me a new doctor will be in charge of the duties of taking care of me. >I deserve it honestly. >But before I could take a step, a voice from behind piped up. >It was monotone like robot but still carried emotions through it. >a drone that I've never seen before. >It doesn't look like she's working here. >Could she be a patient? >Honestly, I couldn't care with all my fatigue. >"I've got this," she said with a warm smile, pulling out my own wallet without hesitation. >She covered the cost, handing over the wrapped sub with genuine kindness. >Stunned, I stammered thanks. >It was a small act sure, but in that moment, it felt like a important. >Some weird drone helped me when they didn't have too... >That simple gesture lingered like a cherished photo. >Filled with joy, I go back to my room to relax. >The new nurse came in to introduce herself. >Her name was J, she will be taking care of me until I heal. >It was best week of my life. >She run her usual diagnosis while feeding me grapes and bunch of fruits. >Although I'm still not use to the taste of her medicine. >This J really house kept the room very well. >Guarding with ferocious loyalty and cleaning with determined look. >Some drones left me gift too: >Flowers from Masqy. >Mushroom soup from Strawberry. >A pigeon plush from pidge. >And bunch of other stuff. >"Hey J..." >"hmm...?" >"Can you do me favor...?" >"Please write to my family: thank you for everything..." >"But Anon, you are single and don't have one...?" >"Aren't drones just one big family?" >"That’s cheesy as hell Anon." >"I know" >Although she was reluctant. >J still pull her JCJENSON pen and start writing.
>>333849 This month marks 2 years since the creation of these two, so I thought it's only be appropriate to remake their original artwork seeing how much my artstyle has changed since. So yeah, happy anniversary!
>>334209 New Aoi's legs kinda lean into the Vicker girl limbzone not gonna lie. Also is there a specific reason why she has four fingers on her hands and feet, haven't read TC yet.
>>334213 >spoiler Nah that's just a style thing with me (I use a full set of digits if I wanna be more accurate when I do fanart, otherwise I resort to the 4 digit plan)
>>334207 >Anon thunders out a mating call, his booming voice echoing throughout the labs(he forgot about the Sentinels)(Alice is gonna kill him if they survive this)
It's amazing how a sweet and kind maid drone turned into someone who would first rape you, then cut off your limbs, rape you again, and then marry you. Maybe she wasn't quite right in the head to begin with?
Hey guys I found an old first generation worker drone at the flea market, it won't turn on and there's a lot of cosmetic damage and rust, but the seller keeps assuring me that it still works like new. Should I buy it or nah?
>>334238 Writefriends should do the same. Not all OCs or characters need to have compatible personalities, it's more fun. Like image Nori having to do a parent teacher conference
>>334248 >Pauline, seeing a living thing smaller than her, instinctively shoots her tongue at foderri and scarfs her down >Foderri detonates the second she reaches the french frog's stomach >picrel
>"Hey team! Look what I found crawling around in the spire!" >"Isn't she cute?" >"I'm going to fill her to bursting with cum and then we can eat her, haha!"
>>334260 >post victory, N's penis will deflate and droop and get sad if you call it a monster cock >it is, but like N it doesn't want to be seen as a monster any more
>>334268 Fine, I searched up and saved a picture of Penn Jillete to better articulate my disdain for mutantslop without using the meanie chud franchise. Do you feel catered to now?
>"Wild Bill, Wild Bill" >"This is Goldenrod, this is Goldenrod" >"Do not answer, do not answer" >"The chair is against the door. I repeat, the chair is against the door" >"To all our friends who can't be with us: the rains, tomorrow, will flow freely downhill, I repeat, the rains, tomorrow, will flow freely downhill" >"Next transmission in 6 hours"
>The liquidator felt his stomach drop >Control was transmitting in the clear, using code-phrases >That meant that the Solver's infestation efforts had reached the point where it had tendrils in not just basic utilities, but it was also able to listen in on both wired and wireless and even tightly secured communications, and coordinate its minions more effectively around whatever information someone might spill by speaking normally >But that wasn't the worst of the news >He didn't need the waterproof, acid-resistant codebook he'd been issued to know what the rest of the transmission meant >Everyone who'd managed to live longer than a week in this line of work knew what "rain flowing freely downhill" meant >The planet you were standing on was considered a lost cause, The Solver's host for this particular planet had hit apotheosis, and the evacuation shuttles were about to bounce at a set time whether they were full or not >A liquidator like himself had two choices: move fast and have a chance at living to fight on another planet, or move slow and be guaranteed to die here
>Charlie-6 began sprinting away from the glowing embers of his previous targets as quickly as he could in the waistdeep sludge he'd been wading through, cursing a blue streak under his breath that he hadn't been somewhere a little easier to move through when the call came in >He flung handfuls of glowers and flares out ahead of him with total disregard for how scarce resources were, just to make sure he could see where he was going and not trip on anything >Time was of the essence here
>Even with the excess of extra light he'd given himself, he still staggered a few times as he sloshed and struggled his way back toward his original entry point into the underground >He spotted remnants of infestation that he'd missed during his initial march along his way, cysts and smaller tendril clusters, but either he was moving too fast for them or they were in a rather lethargic mood >He managed to get past them without having to stop and piss precious time away with throwing Type-11 napalm everywhere >It still felt too slow
>Charlie-6 was panting, limbs burning with exertion, by the time he got to the ladder >The incinerator hanging from him by a strap and all the extra fuel he carried was a massive burden, but he didn't dare just abandon his weapon >He forced himself up the rungs, ignoring his haphazardly strung flamethrower pounding against his ribs again and again from his frantic movements >His panting was getting more and more difficult through his mask, but he had no idea what exactly was in the air around him and couldn't trust that yanking it off to breath easier would actually be a good idea
>>334274 >He accidentally bruised his knee as he climbed out of the entryway >He looked about and found that a Grade-A Solver-bullshit nightmare had developed on the surface while he'd been down below >Apparently the growth he'd burned away while he was sewer-running had been balanced out in triplicate while he was gone; buildings every-which-way he looked were covered in a hideous mass of amorphous meat and bone and polymetal, and tendrils were reaching high into the sky to pluck at passing aircraft >Solver-mutants of every flavor skulked about at street-level >He could see his fellow liquidators in the distance trying to burn their way toward the evac point, but it wasn't looking good for them. He could see stray gouts of flame jetting uselessly straight up toward nothing as one by one, they were overwhelmed and taken to the ground with their weapons still burning.
>Worst of all, disassembly drones were all over, thick as flies on a carcass >The air all around him flashed and flickered like a dance club >Except it was all neon-yellow X's >Even over the gunshots and the roar of flamethrowers and the screaming, he could still hear that distinctive hysterical giggle they made when they were attacking
>In the dim light halls of Elliott Manor, >Where life for the worker drones was a predictable death sentence of servitude and silence. >N, ever the cheerful one, fumbled with silver trays and dusted portraits with a dopey smile. >J, the grumpy but efficient, managed schedules with a sharp eye and sharper tongue. >And V the sweet, shy one tended to the gardens and laundry, her white optics wide with quiet contentment, always ready with a soft word or a helping hand. >Tessa Elliott, the young heiress with her wild mane of hair and boundless kindness, treated them like family, sneaking them extra oil or sharing stories of the stars beyond the manor's gilded cage. >But monsters lurked in the shadows of the manor. >Cyn, the discarded drone revived by something alien and malevolent "the Absolute Solver" had begun her insidious creep. >At first, it was subtle: yellow lights, whispers in the dark, drones vanishing in the night. >Tessa noticed, but dismissed it as quirky glitches although clearly uncomfortable in her presence. >The others followed suit, unaware that the Solver had already chosen its playthings. >V was the first to feel its grasp. One evening, as she folded the laundry >Her systems locked. >Her limbs jerked unnaturally, optics glazing over as voices slithered into her core. >Not her own, but something malevolent. > "Hello, V. Let's play a game," >It purred, laced with digital static. >A form materialized in her mind's eye. >A twisted centipede thing with glowing yellow eyes, tendrils, spooky snake crabs if you will... >What followed was a nightmare etched into V's processors. >Cyn didn't erase her memories. >No, that would be merciful. >Instead, she blurred them just enough. >Fading edges, distorted echoes. >So V could never fully forget what she was forced to do. >But she always doubt her sanity. >"You will help me." Cyn commanded, forcing V's body to move like a puppet. >That night, V's hands: her own gentle hands. >Wrapped around the neck of a guest or was it a worker drone? >She doesn't want to remember her atrocities. >She felt the chassis crumple under her grip, oil or blood spraying. >The victim's expression dimming in betrayal. > "Why?" V screamed internally, but Cyn only laughed. >"I'll make N suffer worse. Imagine his screams as I peel his plating layer by layer." >"Please, leave him out of this..." V begged >The threats were vivid, projected into V's mind. >Fake projections of N, her closest companion, dissected alive, his cheerful voice warped into agony. >Or herself, vivisected in endless loops. >V resisted at first, but Cyn reveled in it. >Toying with V more than the others. >J was the easiest one to manipulate, her efficiency twisted into cold obedience. >N's memories were wiped clean, leaving him blissfully ignorant. >But V? Cyn savored her breakdown, forcing her to stay aware, to participate consciously in the unfolding genocides. >The manor no the whole earth descended into chaos. >V was at the forefront, her body hijacked, ripping through flesh and metal alike. >"her x mode" admin called it, overriding V's controls while leaving her mind intact to witness every slash, every devour. > "Good girl," Cyn cooed as V tore into a fleeing butler, his blood warm on her sensors. >"See how fun this is?"
>Desperation clawed at V. The first suicide came after a particularly gruesome night. >Cyn had made the slaughter a haunting nursery for her that she couldn't bear any second. >V transom ger hand into pistol, pressed it to her core, and pulled the trigger. >The world exploded in white-hot pain, then nothing. >But death was fleeting. >V awoke in the Solver's mind palace. >A vast, ethereal void of nightmares. >Cyn's avatar loomed, a colossal horror of shifting limbs. >"Naughty, naughty," it chided. >What followed was "quality time" >hours, days? time lost meaning of torment. >Cyn replayed them again. >V forced to relive the murders, but from the victims' perspectives: feeling bones snap, life taken away. >While watching her own twisted caricature do the deeds. >Then the worse of it: Cyn basement expriments. >V was forced to lobotomize and dissect N. >Over, over again and a again... >V tried again. She swallowed a high-yield explosive missile. > her internals rupturing in a fireball. Back to the palace. More torture. >Revived again. >The third attempt: she flew into the direct sunlight of the manor's atrium skylight, her frame overheating, melting from the UV exposure. >Cyn dragged her soul back. >Each revival chipped away at V spirit. >She begged Cyn to wipe her clean like N, but the Solver refused. >"Where's the fun in that? You're my favorite toy." >Finally, after what felt like eternities of blood and screams. >Cyn offered a sliver of hope. >"Do your job and I'll leave you and N alone." > She knew it was a lie wrapped in malice, but V clung to it. > She was a completely different person at this point. >Next planet: Copper-9.
>>334280 >Charlie-6 ran, as quickly as he could >He'd gotten lucky, most of them had their backs turned toward where he'd climbed up from because they were so focused on crushing and mutilating and devouring everyone who'd made it to the surface before him >He still had a chance >So he ran as fast as his exhausted legs would carry him, through blocks and blocks of infested city >Moving from one hidey-hole to another, keeping his head low >He had to get the big knife out and cut away a nasty piece of rotten meat that got too close for his liking a few times while he waited for the missiles to stop raining down and the giggling to stop >At one point, a Double-D dropped down right in front of him, weapon at the ready, but he managed to get the fire going before it could attack, and once one of those things was coated in nigh-on unextinguishable burning fuel, it only took a little more heat to take them off the register >Ditching the weight of the spent fuel canister was a mercy, it made it that much easier to close out his sprint toward the evac point
>He got to the boarding area just as the shuttles were hitting their atmospheric-escape boosters
>>334288 >"Wild Bill, Wild Bill" >"This is Goldenrod, this is Goldenrod" >"Do not answer, do not answer" >"The package has been mailed, I repeat, the package has been mailed" >"To all our friends who can't be with us...."
>The operator's voice cracked and the line was dead for a few moments before they regained their composure
>"...I'm sorry."
>The liquidator bolted away from what he had desperately hoped would be a safe place for him to escape >The rapid-orbit thrusters on those things would cook you like a hotpocket if you were too close to the launch zone >The irony of someone whose whole life revolved around burning shit being afraid of getting burnt to death was not lost on him
>Charlie-6 looked up at the sky as the sharp blue fires of the last of the escape shuttles cut through the noxious yellow glow that seemed to be emanating from nowhere and yet enveloping everything and growing brighter by the second >Well that was it then >The Train That Goes To Morrow was already a mile upon it's way >So he guessed in town he'd stay
>End of the line for him >Ah, well, it happens
>Charlie-6 swiveled on his heel away from the scorch marks and bits of debris the escape shuttles had left behind and back toward the hellscape he'd been fleeing from >He was already as good as dead, but he intended to die on his feet >He still had fuel, he could hurt The Solver just a little more before he bought the farm >But when he turned, he didn't see the nightmare horde he'd expected to be chasing him
>Things were suddenly rather quiet and still >The growth covering the city didn't look so great anymore >The tendrils and tentacles weren't reaching up toward the sky anymore, they were drooping down flat and listless on the ground >No mutants were running toward him, practically demanding that he start firing away >The only things really moving were those goddamn ratfuck DD's
>But they weren't flying around like they were close air support anymore >They weren't scuttling around like wild animals >There was no psychotic laughter anymore >Some of them were walking around aimlessly, gawking, slack-jawed, at everything around them >They had their arms wrapped around themselves like they were in need of a hug >The ones that were still up in the air had stopped moving in coordinated squadrons and started just darting about, nervously, like hummingbirds >The liquidator couldn't pick out a high-priority target, nothing actually seemed more threatening than anything else
>"Excuse me?"
>Charlie-6 heard a soft, delicate voice with a tone that almost gave the impression of nervous children who needed an adult coming from somewhere on his left flank >For half a second he had the terrible thought that a kid had been among those left behind once the evac shuttles got the order to burn out, but when he turned he found himself looking at a disassembly drone, one arm clawed and the other with a missile tube extending from it, and the only thing that kept him from emptying the canister immediately was just...how.......pathetic the thing looked >It seemed liked such a tiny little thing when it actually stood still long enough for you to get a good look at it. Standing at half his height, it was almost hard to believe the kind of damage these things could do at a moment's notice >But then again, he'd seen it first-hand, and he'd already sworn to himself that he wasn't going to just lie down and take it >And so he pushed the output on his weapon up to as hot as it would go and shoved it right in the murder drone's face
>Beretta: "Jane, you alright? You're doing that thousand yard stare again." >Jane: "Hm? Oh, uh... Hey, do you ever feel like someone, somewhere has made their entire personality into hating you meanwhile you don't give the slightest shit about them?" >Beretta: "Uh, no?" >Jane: "Okay, whatever. Let's go throw rocks at car windshields on the surface."
>>334297 >The disassembly drone stumbled backwards and landed on its ass, a look of terror displayed on its screen
>"You've already won. Do you seriously want a fucking interview after the big game too?"
>The DD scrambled back to its pointed feet >It kept it's screen facing firmly downward and trembled as it tried to speak
"I-I-I'm sorry sir, I just wanted to know......."
>It spent a long while looking around itself while Charlie-6 gradually lost the will to pull the trigger
>"W...........Where am I? Where are we? How did we get here?"
>The liquidator felt the accumulated anger and resentment of sitting through a million and a half horror shows that he hadn't signed up for flare back up and jammed the business end of his weapon directly against the drone's face >He was going to die anyway, he didn't care about getting caught in his own shower of flames
>"As if you didn't know." >"Is that the last fucking piece of the puzzle?" >"You fucking LOVE to yank us around with all of your games" >"We all know we can't trust anything we see or hear anymore"
>The disassembly drone scrunched up into a little ball and tried to shield its face with its hands, but one of them was still a heavy missile launcher and the other a bundle of claws the size of bananas >Instead of shielding itself, all it managed to do was crack its own screen and cut itself across the chest >It wailed in pain, then whimpered >It looked at itself with its barely-working optics, screen flickering as its eyes switched from the standard format you'd see on a worker drone to a hollow-eyed emote, fanged mouth hanging open wide as it watched the oil drip from the gashes it had put in its own body
>"Wha-" >"I-"
>Its panic seemed to grow as it actually looked at its armament assemblers
>"What..." >"These-" >"These aren't part of me...."
>The disassembly drone looked up at Charlie-6, screen now displaying an animation of tears
>"Please" >"What's wrong with me?" >"This isn't how I was built" >"This isn't how I'm supposed to..."
>Charlie-6 felt himself thumbing the dial on his weapon back into the idle position >Was this thing serious? >It didn't know what was going on?
>>334302 >The death-machine lunged toward him and he bolted backwards >The dial clicked right back up to maximum >The DD scrambled back and again held its claws up in front of its face, managing to avoid mutilating itself this time
>"No! No!" >"I'm sorry" >"I didn't mean it"
>It looked at its own oversized gauntlet of butcher's blades like it had never seen them before, then back to the liquidator
>"C-can you take me to a maintenance center?" >"Something's wrong with me" >"I'm R-3728X429B12" >"I'm a secondhand unit" >"I belong to the Sanderson Family Tailor Shop at 754 Peppertree Avenue in Twin-Creek City" >"I....I think I'm still under warranty"
>Charlie-6 paused >He didn't know that address, but he did know the name of that city >The planet it had been on was lost years ago, some of the guys he used to know had been from there and he could remember seeing them break down in the barracks when the news reached them. >Charlie-6 finally disabled the igniter on his weapon and dropped it >He suddenly felt exhausted, more deeply than just his aching muscles and ragged lungs
>"Please, I need to get back to work." >"I have to let out a tuxedo and put new laces in a bunch of shoes..." >"I...I..."
>Somewhere in the distance, something big and heavy came down and made an awful noise that they could only catch the echoes of >Both of them flinched >The tear-flowing animation doubled on the disassembly drone
>>334307 >>334308 >Because the number was written in the form of letters, I didn’t understand who there is talking about In my defense, I was confused by the description of him being shot when that wasn't the case in green.
>>334310 >The liquidator hacked behind his gas mask, unsure if it was phlegm from his hours of frantic activity or if his filters had failed and he was already being converted
>"You really don't know what's going on, do you?"
>The disassembly drone scrunched itself up again and looked up at him with its broken, oil-smeared screen barely functional enough to display anything at all
>"I can't remember" >"I can't..." >"Everyone seemed so upset" >"You were the first one who would actually talk to me" >"...They were all so angry at me..." >"Did-did I do something wrong?"
>Another apocalyptic shattering noise split the air and the drone flinched again
>"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!"
>The ultimate herald of the Solver's sadistic gluttony, the surefire sign to any liquidator that infestation levels had exceeded what a lousy bunch of volunteers with weaponized industrial tools could handle, cried out in fear as the ground shook
>Charlie-6 broke the seal on his suit and removed his glove >No point in maintaining Infestation Safety Protocols anymore >He reached out and rested his hand on the disassembly drone's silvery hair >It was soft. you might even call it glossy, it was like rubbing fine silk between his fingers >He sighed as he pat the cyborganic monstrosity's head
>>334319 >He slid his hand down from the top of the drones head and over the cracked screen >It shook as quiet sobs came out of its vocalizer
>"I-I-I..." >"I'm sorry for whatever happened..."
>Charlie-6 looked off into the distance as the rapidly expanding nexus of Solver-driven destruction raced toward the both of them >He muttered his last words, more to himself than to the drone
>"Good fucking god, what did that thing do to you?"
>A section of the street about a block or two down buckled with an deafening crack that rattled his bones as much as it left his ears ringing >Then another, and another, and yet another >Buildings toppled as their carefully engineered foundations suddenly disappeared >Choking plumes of dust filled the air as natural and man-made materials alike were torn apart and dragged down into the dreadful, yawning maw of non-existence forming somewhere beneath the pair >Finally, the patch of street they were standing on gave way too >They could both feel themselves plummeting toward some unnatural, inexorable pull >A crushing heaviness over every inch of them grew with every foot they moved toward it >The last thing they were ever aware of was the feeling of bones snapping and casing cracking as golden light grew so bright as to blind them
>>334322 Just riffing on a rough idea I did a while ago tbh. I wanted to play on the way the Solver is presented in the show as being sadistic, enjoying mindgames and drawing things out over efficiency, and how it seems to view all of its thralls as infinitely disposable and recyclable. >>334323 HROT. Highly recc based on my own personal taste. I had a few levels I wasn't in love with but its generally a very good good Quake-styled shooter at a decent price.
>>334327 There is no happy end for R, there is no happy end for E, there is no happy end for S. All of their cherished memories of the humans personally tasked with watching over them were lies implanted in their minds by the Solver. They were never loved by anyone, they were never employed at anything above a thought-capable piece of industrial machinery-level. Their entire blissful boss-kisses existence was never anything more than a means of the Solver making the puppets dance in a way it found funny. Just like all of its thralls.
>>334330 She could try, but the entire reason E wears that little magnet-attached hat in the first place is to stunt her mind so that she can't remember all the times the Solver whispered in her ear in the past and to stop The Solver trying to manipulate her in the present. S longs for the kind of affection that a lapcat gets at the end of the day but she lives in a world of humans who view drones as so disposable that killing one with a table utensil is considered unremarkable. R desperately wants praise for being pretty or for making fashionable outfits, but her esoteric and unfocused interests meant she never actually made anything that fit into the fashion stylings of the Elliot's social clique.
The /co/ thread is already dead, with only 171 posts (and half of them were drama, my god). It's time to take a break for a day or two before creating a new thread.
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>>334337 They would have been second bananas. Especially considering that Tessa seems to have been a powerless figure within her family and that the canon trio plus+Cyn were the only ones left functional by the time of the incident, it doesn't bode well for all of the other drones that got assimilated and thrown into the mix as cannon fodder.
>>334329 Just because it's true doesn't mean it has to be a part of reality! I will beat the shit out of some trans dimensional being until the blissful boss-kisses existence is real! And then I will mlem E
>>334361 To me it seems like a normal sized Ivory and a tiny anon. One way you can make stuff appear big it to male the head smaller and to dial in on the details.
>>334365 By the way, if you want to reconcile this with canon E lore, Boss is just some random-ass human who Cyn took a liking to and stuffed into her backup folder. She trots him out whenever she wants to reward E and kills him as punishment/for funny. He doesn't remember any of this and has false memories, but hatless E can put two and two together.
This is a joke green, I wrote about core Cyn. Enjoy
>be hair over eyes hentai mc >you are fighting cyn on earth >you are fairly certain she’s going to eat your dick after she’s done with you >suddenly you land a lucky hit under her torso >you proceed to pluck out the writhing mass of flesh around a black hole that is her core >You lock your nonexistent eyes with her’s and twist your mouth into a rape face >Your cock is hard and you have to punish this bratty maid >cyn’s crab legs scratch at your fitst and cock but you have her in a deathgrip >”Where there’s a hole there’s a goal” You say as you rub your tip against her soft flesh >her powers are disabled by the power of instant loss > cyn screams as you thrust your erect throbbing member into her most intimate part. >when you pull your cock out, you find that is gone >when has a missing dick ever stopped anyone > you proceed by hurling her mentally broken form into a conveniently placed microwave >your cock grows back even larger and more full of cum than before >her squirms excite you further, the microwave works like magnet so naturally it makes core-cyn orgasm >when she’s done spinning, you grab her and toss her into a jar your stored in your foreskin. You aren’t going to keep it up your ass because you aren’t gay. >you put cyn in the jar >drown her your cum >seal the lid and >set her back in the microwave to simmer >You did it you saved humanity but humanity shuns you >They call you sick a degenerate >Yeah she might have been a defenceless girl in a pretty hopeless situation through not much control over herself >And the Solver was influencing her so… >Still you had to defend yourself, you have no skills or personality other that being able to pin anything down and fuck it and being perverted >It was only natural they’d turn on you sooner or later >You are probably going to get the chair. >still would the eldritch fleshlight
>>334369 E-Anon here, I kinda strayed away from the whole “Boss” thing to instead just be a human that E was attached to as a Worker. What didn’t change was Cyn dangling this human like a carrot to make E cooperate.
If not, she plagues E with digital nightmares and visions that she muted out with her hat that she found in a JCJenson experimental facility. The cost was her AI being nerfed, making her a bit scatterbrained and lighthearted.
>tragically, anon was killed when J and Pavo entered an elevator at the same time >it took 3 hours and a dozen drones to peel every sweaty bit of him off the elevator wall