The very good Booru: https://dronebooru.co Wheel of many, many, many OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf Wheel of modifiers: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The wiki inside the Booru: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The very deep of information Wiki: wiki.dronebooru.co Last thread: >>333568
>>334444 >ywn be the logistics nerd snabby crushes on >literally, smothering you beneath thousands of tons of snabby snake fat >you are her favorite human because you coordinate the delivery of her food
>>334466 I dislike the entire concept, I wish people could just write or draw what they enjoy and put in a bare minimum of creative effort to tie their unique thing into the setting of the show. It doesn't need to be canon, it just would be nice for it to be on topic.
>>334476 >I just know Liam's autism would make them terrible >they turn out to be sleeper agents for the AS and gleefully massacre the humans around them >the only reaction the DDs have to this is being salty over the killstealing
>>334476 (me) Okay, I thought about it for a bit and realized why Liam would ruin them: he would just stick them in the show and be done with it.
Phoenixanon created an excellent and extensive backstory for the sentinel drones, and many anons also try to explain in great detail where and how sentinel drones came from in their setting. Liam, however, couldn't care less. He'd just stick sentinel drones in a lab and tell everyone to accept that humanity created them, and that's it. They'd be literally 100% sentinels from the show, where they simply appeared, and how and why wouldn't matter, because robo-dinosaurs!
In my eyes, a rich backstory is incredibly important.
>>334481 >They'd be literally 100% sentinels from the show he'd take it a step further and make it so they're just dino brains in humanoid bodies so he can have his retard dog girl monster gf
So for those that have been reading my stuff, you might remember of several instances of me namedropping the Fae. Yeah....I think the time is nigh to introduce them finally....Soon™
This month's chapter is gonna be another important one. So once again I'm stressing it, you have not read Season 2 up until this point (or the entire thing for that matter) https://archiveofourown.org/series/4320484 https://archiveofourown.org/series/5137916
Average Jane and Abby interaction (Side note, Abby with sharp teeth) https://x.com/sunnkyazawa/status/2024890929019081017?s=46&t=M6INdZcodmld7LQQW8prEg
>>334521 Forgot >kind of missions Because you know all out brawl against DDs isn’t doing shit. Fodder drones exploding and other suicide missions may hold a line barely
>>334515 >Uzi's outfit is more provocative >Exposition is rarer, but isn't withheld or relegated to freeze frames >No flashbacks, barring those which could be conveyed diegetically (hacking N's brain, security camera footage, Uzi's class presentation) >No lens flare >No subjective POV shots >New characters are introduced within the presence of a character we already know to provide context >More focus on Khan and Uzi's dysfunctional relationship
>>334521 >Absolute power of the president as supreme commander-in-chief. >Elimination of any form of autonomy or self-government on planets, transfer of power to a military administration. >Complete elimination of any form of independent media and total control over information sources. >Complete and utter transition of the economy to a war footing. >Total mobilization of the male population of all controlled planets from 18 to 60 years of age. >Evacuation of populations and production facilities from planets closest to the solver. >Absolute control over drones, as a potential source of solver and as a necessary labor force. >Removal of all restrictions on the use of weapons of mass destruction.
This is the first thing that comes to mind. Any country that has declared a policy of "total war" can be taken as an example.
>>334521 The way I imagine it, ground militaries are quite a bit smaller and there would not be some colossal imperial style space navy like Great Britain had or like the US has with surface ships right now. There would be one overall (what I call) United Systems Navy (I like this because you can just keep calling ships "USS") but it would be more like a giant coastguard. There are some warships probably from previous inter-colonial or corporate wars that the ruling government would have needed to squash, however these ships are comparatively few, and probably very old and somewhat outdated. Like the Iowa battleships or the Ticonderoga class cruisers, more-or-less spaceworthy hulls, built inherently tougher than civilian ships, but with many a lightyear on them and running up against the limits of how much new tech you can swap into an old ship. Most of this force will be "destroyer" sized or smaller, with a plurality of spaceframes meant for patrolling one or at most two nearby solar systems and fighting against shitass pirates with retrofitted civilian craft. Even if people live two or three times as long, it's unlikely any living CO has ever fired his guns in anger at a peer adversary who can actually menace his command on equal terms. There's relatively smaller navies comprised of corporate and system defense forces, an irregular militia navy with widely varied degrees of quality, interested not in defending the political structure of the multi-system government but exclusively in protecting either their own home planet and stations or in protecting the investments of their corporate employer. Obviously JCJensen would have the largest fleet of such militia ships, and from a technological standpoint they will probably be significantly better and newer than the government's forces, built to provide heavy deterrence against piracy AND to intimidate corporate rivals who might otherwise be tempted to do some grey-area corporate privateering. There will be a fairly large but highly irregular flotilla of independent civilian ships which are armed but could hardly be classed as proper warships, bush pilots and bounty hunters and actual pirates, sovereign galactic citizens and any other person who decided to strap a homemade railgun to their secondhand cargo freighter for either pro or anti-piracy reasons.
In my reckoning the actual government was basically decapitated during the fall of Earth, the homeworld had been so sedentary and free of major conflict for so long it barely had any military assets remaining within it's atmosphere, explaining the apparent absence of organized military response in the flashback. Fleets arrive in-system fast enough to temporarily hold the solver at bay in Earth's orbit but it just keeps eating more planet and spitting out increasingly large spaceworthy monstrosities. Eventually human forces are obliged to surrender Earth's orbital lane and either fall sunward to hastily fortified positions at Mars and Venus+Mercury. These forces are split, and the Solver gorges itself on Earth's corpse unopposed. The government reels and collapses under the strain, overall command falls to JCJenson, they are already doing most of the logistical work of holding together the economy anyways, but their mercantile fleet is spread out far across human space. Quietly they write off Sol as lost, the surviving United Systems fleet scoops up as many survivors as possible and performs a fighting retreat to the outer solar system. The portion of USSF ships evacuating Venusian and Hermean citizens however is too slow and consolidated solver spaceforms catch them as they sluggishly attempt to boost out of Sol's gravity well. There are no survivors, 30% or more of the entire USSF's fighting capability is eradicated at a stroke, Venus and Mercury are lost less than a year after the shattering of Earth when Solver forces fall down the gravity well onto both undefended planets.
So entrenched, the Solver becomes unassailable within the orbit of Mars and while JCJenson hurls itself into the largest fleet building and military modernization project in human history, it never manages to match pace with the Solver's ability to turn common industrial machines and raw matter directly into new combat forms. In less than five years into the war Sol is completely lost, though in that time Proxima Centauri is transformed into a "shield" system with basically all civilians evacuated en-masse to Plat Binary and Proxima Centauri B, C and D all strip-mined for resources and surrounded in dense layers of sacrificial war satellites and city-sized ground-to-space artillery. It is calculated that these defenses will eventually fail, but will absorb the Solver's attack for enough years to prepare an overwhelmingly powerful and new fleet in the Plat Binary system which will pounce on exhausted Solver forces through Proxima and roll them all the way back through Sol.
This estimation will turn out to be fatally over-confident.
>>334525 >if the humans don't just stand around waiting for death like a bunch of bumbling sheep then obviously it's 40K HFY power fantasy slop with no in-between do you ever listen to yourself?
>>334541 a bunch of worker drones were able to hunker down and survive behind a few big doors. a single worker drone was able to take down countless DDs with the aid of a small pack of sentinels. do you seriously think that ALL OF MANKIND'S INTERGALACTIC EMPIRE and ALL OF THEIR SPACEFARING TECHNOLOGY, given however long it takes the solver's main body and forces to travel from planet to planet– would just instantly roll over and die?
>>334543 I never said they'd instantly die. I said that it doesn't matter what they do, because the initial striking arm of the enemy infinitely respawns.
>the only major populations of humans left post solver war were in the space boonies >the solver was capable of wiping systems in relatively short time because it was abusing interplanetary transportation infrastructure >colony systems on the outskirts of the galaxy were "safe" because the infrastructure to get to them didn't exist or was in the middle of being made >post war the human population is roughly 4 billion people spread thinly across reclaimed territory
>the solver can't do much trapped in Uzi's tail >but it has just enough freedom to have some fun with the remnants of mankind and the "reformed" DDs living alongside them >like, for instance, hopping onto the internet and releasing a "scoreboard" detailing how many lives each and every DD had ever taken >complete with breakdowns of each of their kills by age group, sex, level of brutality... >and even a highlight reel of their greatest kills!
>>334521 They all follow the orders of their supreme executive, who just so happens to be the Absolute Solver posessing Cyn, dressed in Tessa's nubile teenage flesh, and stuffed into an ill-fitting 5-star general's uniforml.
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>>334548 >the remaining galaxy's human population collectively sighs as the solver pulls yet another prank to try and get the last laugh out of a humiliating defeat. >at least casualty rates can now be more accurately calculated. >But, somewhere far off, the Scoreboard reaches a preoccupied planet of aliens, its signal distorted, and unintelligible from the light years >Only collectable bit of information left for them to receive is certain intensity's tied to rough locations of the galaxy, yet undiscovered by these now curious aliens >The Second call has begun
>>334482 I think it came up before, with the specific example of Pavo being found chewing on Techanon's remains and having a handful of lines before getting killed by V.
>>334536 >>Uzi's outfit is more provocative >the Uzi who's constantly giving the viewers a good look at her bottom plate >more provocative Fuxking how?!
>>334564 I'm talking more 4-5. It gets bleak there. Then again, EDF has this general undying human spirit to it that the Solver War wouldn't inspire as well.
My interpretation of the "Solver War" is that at the moment it's more black ops to prevent the Solver from eating more planets via destroying corpse spires.
Adventure Time Come on, grab your friends We'll go to very distant lands With Jane the Drone(?) And Beretta Doorman The fun will never end when it's Adventure Time
Created not only a height chart but also as a ref sheet as well. Also ngl gonna revamp everyone's,(except for john),lore in one go cause ngl I overthought/procrastinated their stories so lets make it simple. >Toby:Joins jcjenson for a good career. Just for a few month in to witness solver shenanigans/breaches which made him know too much. Thus was put on a team to discover more info/better understand solver anomalies which included live patients. But do to it's super natural abilities made Toby see them as humans which in turn made him feel extremely guilty/depressed about it. Got scars from nori since he sorta bread down mid research causing a breach >Jamie:Had a rough life do to drugs destroying his family but does his best to get by. Build his own family by joining jcjenson with a crew and meeting chefanon,(or better known as froggy for his nickname). Before facing a solver disaster where he sees nori causing it and tried to stop it. Failed and lost everyone. But since he not only survived but able fought back, made his a designated number 1 solver cleaner. Gets Hella bread >Sophie:Was serving in the military for a long time, was nicked named The Bunker Bunny queen cause the amount of people she fucked,(male or female). Serving a total of 20 years before being discharged do to a land mine incident which she some how survives. But this incident also cause her to get a new perspective within life. Now joins jcjenson as their new security team. Was sent to outpost 3 with Abba as punishment because they accidentally destroyed all the shipment containers do to a raid that occured. Though she one hell of a sharpshooter with a grenade launcher >Abba:Served with a private army force and was task to take care of a mysterious package. But something occured that cause it not only to open but also release information that no human can bear which cause unforseen events to occured. Who could have made such a thing? Only the mighty Yakub, as he use this elaborate thing to peer into the multiverse to not only study another version of cyn but to perfect it solver abilities and merged it into his own. Thus using Abba as someone to be a first hand experience to not only the solver shenanigans but to get close to cyn by making him go insane. Since cyn usually interested in beings who mind have went far gone. Also gave him a thing to summon monsters to aid him if things get in the way of the master plan So wacky co-worker shenanigans are back on the menu
>>334584 Nta, but I don't hate solver war but just mutants and Pavo they're so overdone. How other concepts and characters supposed to go if we don't give them a chance like the absolute universe, sd-r and sd-s and whatever we let bowed?
>>334587 nigga you cannot be calling anything capeshit when you’re the one claiming we should give the “durrr what if le DC absolute comics… but le MD???” idea a chance
>>334584 An inordinate amount of /md/'s discussion and creative output is dedicated to something that has grown more and more disconnected from MD and its universe as it developed, to the point where an Anon straight up called it a superior setting to MD. You vantablack nigger.
>>334592 >>334593 never said it was an argument, and it never would be because you'd never change your mind anyhow. you're just gonna keep throwing tantrums over the other kids playing with their toys the wrong way while everyone else has their fun without you.
>>334596 Gotta take what you can get these days, good times will come and and go and sometime there nothing to talk about here besides petty banter and bullshit of the day.
Though its funny you say this like we dident just get some good discussions earlier and a few good greens last thread, unsure whats that's about.
>We'll have a happy new thread and we'll have equal content for all! >Except Mutants >Sentinel Drones >Labor bots >Andromedans >Bugdrones >Oogis >Solver Sapiens >...Um, everybody who's not a Liam character. >And I mean LIAM Liam, so no Cliffside characters, no Cubes... >Just Worker Drones, Disassembly Drones, and Solver Witches. >But only certain DDs and Solver Witches, no exposed flesh. >Just full oiled DRONES-- >No, you know what? Not even Drones. Nobody gets any content. >Ah, /MD/...
>>334603 >Zombie drones are canon yet forgotten again. Sigh >>334600 Things live and die just like grubs and cupid drone. Now excuse me i have to change my corrucyt. Mine got infected with Secri.
>>334538 Little inspiration I got a few days ago, work and living situation kicked my ass so I haven't been able to write until now
Ahab Universal Date 12/4/3006
>"Captain?" >The "Khamsin"s hull faintly pings and thrums, vibrations transmitting themselves all the way through her old NiChrom bones from the overworked drive housing, through the micro-fracture riddled main spar, up the structure of the tiny flying bridge and your patched and creaking crash chair >Its beginning to stink of overheated insulation and ozone, along with the omnipresent rankness of human fear and the confinement of too many people in too small a space >The recycler fans are audibly chugging, unable to meet the demands placed on them, one rattles, its frictionless bearings somehow having developed friction either through age or damage...will have to fix that sometime, after you've killed it >Yes, after you've killed it you'll take the Khamsin on along to Proxima for repair... >"Captain?" >Some new tone comes into the vibration beneath your fingers, a sort of warbling doppler hum that makes the back of your brain itch and resonates unpleasantly in your teeth >Somewhere behind the bulkheads a circuit fuses with a loud audible pop and wisp of throat-burning bluish smoke >Bellow the flying bridge window and ahead along your Patrol Cutter's hull the finely tapered prow is beginning to take on a dangerous cherry glow >You'll run it to death by God, if you have to...chase it until it dies? breaks? you'll run your own ship to death if- >"Captain!" >"Cut drive!" >The drive tone stutters ominously before shifting down, the not-color, no-time of C+ space relaxes, pseudo-motion effects make it appear as if the universe is compressed into an unbearably bright ring which rapidly expands, inverts, condenses into a star-filled sphere ahead of the ship >Khamsin dives into reality, plowing into a sudden deep salmon orange and pink and pastel blue murk directly ahead >"Navigation where are we? Where's the target? Find that thing, do it now!" >"We reverted at the edge of the Thermopylae Nebula...sir." >"Launch the bait." >"Sir, if I may speak freely, one more second on the drive and we would've been smeared across-" >You stand suddenly, vibrating with rage and hurl the log tablet across the bridge space in the navigator's general direction >"You may NOT speak freely! I'll ask you and anyone else on MY bridge to keep all further cowardly yammering to themselves now LAUNCH. THE. BAIT." >Dead silence from your officers >Faint rattling from the fans >You stride forward the short distance to the navigation console >The rushed prosthesis that recently replaced your right leg rings loudly against the deck, the tapering polymetal spike making your gait awkward >Shoving the navigator's crash seat out of the way you lean half over them and punch the special sequence key >In a puff of pressurized gas the coffin-sized probe containing...what's left of the thing you took your new leg from jettisons into space, racing away into the nebular fog, pinging away loudly with a locator >"Now shut it all down, computers, drive, quench the reactor and switch to auxiliary power only...don't even breathe damn you all...we'll see if it comes to help its little "friend" out there"
>>334602 What angle are you working trying to pin this shitfest on me? Only contribution I've made to this thread before now is >>334538
>>334662 There is already spent A MILLION AND HALF dollars on this. Spending even more money on it is literally disrespectful to both the show and yourself.
it's fucked up that there's an entire industry for drone snuff and robogore now. I know DDs can't really die, but I hope they get paid well because I can't imagine the therapist fees you'd rack up after getting fucked to death and/or torn apart on a weekly basis
>>334671 Have you seen the sheer amount of snuff Molly starred in? Apparently that's how she could afford her lifestyle of drinking herself to sleep everyday
>>334671 >I can't imagine the therapist fees you'd rack up after getting fucked to death and/or torn apart on a weekly basis They collectively murdered millions of people across seven star systems during the AS's rampage, this is fucking nothing compared to the psychological damage from that. Fuck, a bunch of them are doing it to raise money for squadmates who are still too mindbroken to be let out of the nitwit farm
>>334672 don't tell me you think all those vids are actually Molly? do you know how easy it is for one DD to look like another? there are a handful of genuine clips out there but they're hastily-taken shaky cam footage of one of Molly's suicide attempts shot from a distance by some gawking gorehound.
So post-episode 8, how long do you see Uzi's period of trying to hype herself up before either >A: her maladaptive coping mechanisms all fail and she has no choice but to grow the fuck up if she wants to meet her needs for validation or >B: she successfully retreats into chuunidom now that she has the power to back up her chuuni bullshit, leaving her other maladaptive coping mechanisms to decay now that she has one that will work indefinitely ? And in that period, do you see herself being even more of a hostile antisocial goblin to the normalfags, in an attempt to assure herself that she's still in complete control of her own life?
>Go to /g/ on 4chan hoping to find a thread about robotics >A third of the threads are about neural networks >Jews and Hindus are mentioned more often than on /pol/ Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with this place? I just want to read about robotics, where else am I supposed to look?
>>334694 Damn, I expressed myself incorrectly, I also wanted to discuss all the modern innovations in the world of robotics. I also looked at /sci/, but there is no robotics there either, although reading all these disputes is damn fascinating.
>>334689 I am a supreme sucker for alliteration, particularly when it involves coming up with names, and in retrospect it's arguably one of the most identifiable & common characteristics in my otherwise anonymous writings. Even so, it's still surreal seeing that several of these silly names have actually succeeded at becoming semi-common vocabulary within these threads over the past couple years
>>334686 I've been practicing hands and still couldn't get it right especially when given a full body. >>334689 "Suffering": It’s much easier to connect to someone “going through it,” so to speak, than it is to someone who has no significant problems in life, since most of us are or have been “going through it” before and even if the specifics of a particular story do not apply to us and heavily relied suspension of disbelief, like the existencal horror of Uzi killing herself by teleporting like we all probably do the same cuz we think it's cool not weighing the consequences or the gross body horror of berrydrone fungus. Tldr: tragedy can serve as a warning.
>>334700 Why'd they have to blow their entire budget on animating the tender kiss between them? That shit looked straight out of a hentai, sounded like it too
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They say to never venture all alone in the forest, for you never know who or what could be watching every step you take. The time has finally come to introduce the very beings that give South Takamagahara its notorious reputation, the Fae!
>one of the major Drone races inhabiting Takamagahara, though many doubt on even calling them Drones to begin with >similar to the mythological creatures they derive their name from, Fae are entities that exclusively live in deep forests, far away from civilization, which has limited their range to South Takamagahara only, a thing many are grateful for >this is because the Fae are among the most feared entities in not just Takamagahara, but also in the entirety of the Heavenly Lands and even in outsider communities that are aware of them >Far possess powers that seemingly defy any conventional norm when it comes to “magic” or even the laws of physics, allowing them to change the very nature of things into something else and bend reality to their own will, all thanks to knowing what something is called >Fae magic is all about names and words that defy other things. If they know the name of something, they can change its very structure to their advantage, how a small pond can turn into a seething pillar of mercury or a door leading inside a house now leads to the edge of a cliff or the very ground underneath you can suddenly have the consistency of rubber. Yet a limitation to all these logic defying abilities is that they're all ineffective on living beings, be they organic or mechanical. So long as they don't know their name. >while with wild animals this is much harder since it'd require a being of higher intelligence to assign one a name and the Fae are incapable of doing that, with other sapient beings it's much easier for all they need to do is learn their true name, though this also comes with its own limitations for a Fae can't really force someone to divulge their name. It has to be either willingly or someone else divulging it. And once someone's name is learned by a Fae, they're essentially under their control, a puppet and their master, doing whatever they please with them until the Fae chooses to let them go. Interestingly, once a Fae chooses to release someone, they automatically forget their name, as they can no longer “see” it. >all of this in combination with their origin shrouded in mystery has made the Fae beings spoken in hushed tones. While there are many that want to learn more about them, many more wish to stay as far away from them as possible. Many believe this is why South Takamagahara is still dominated by so much untamed wilderness, for its vast emerald forests are the home of the Fae and while not all of them harbor these beings, most still stay clear from venturing deep into the woods and potentially risk entering another world they don't belong in >the origin of the Fae, as mentioned, is another thing that's been left largely unknown. The most common belief is them being the bodies of Drones that died deep in the hearts of forests, resurrected by the ever flowing energy of Terra Magika, their souls now binded to nature itself. It doesn't help that Fae are extremely secretive and even those that were willing in the past to work with outsiders have remained tight lipped about their history outside of “recent” events >Fae speak in runes that have been traced back to those of Gaelic origin, their actual language being compared to both German and Polish, making it quite difficult to translate. It doesn't help that the Fae have also further expanded the runic alphabet, with many symbols still being untranslated to this day >the most striking and easily recognizable feature of the Fae are their heads, arguably the most consistent thing with them, being the very symbol of Terra Magika, a holographic rune that floats above their neckless torso. While more advanced races of Fae will sometimes adopt a more standard head to their now radically different body, the hologram still remains, now floating above them like a halo. >a Fae can't be killed by conventional means. It does not matter how many times you shatter their head into glass like pieces or hack them to pieces, they will just reassemble themselves back together, the process being described like someone rewinding a recording, all while what sounds like a reversed scream or sound of glass shattering being audible. >the diversity in forms that Fae can take is also another thing they're very well known for, which is why many specific myths and legends have risen over the years for each individual race. >the most common of the Fae races are the Aelf and the Sprites >Aelf are the ones that resemble Drones the most, being just headless frames with the recognizable hologram above their shoulders and small wings that seem to be more decorative as Aelf can just levitate >Sprites are what one would consider closer to the fairies from fairy tales, essentially balls of light with small wings that fly around, leaving sparkly dust behind them that evaporates before it even touches a surface >Sprite are fairly unique in that they're the only Fae that don't possess the characteristic head rune, though most believe that it's because they themselves are said rune, modified into a more “mobile” form; interestingly, Sprites can't talk with a normal voice, instead they physically manifest their own words and sentences for others to read, which can be a bit of a headache due to the known number of untranslated letters which makes an already hard language even harder to understand
>>334706 And now for the actual character, Pixel. >an Aelf that dreams to explore the outside world, having grown bored and frustrated of her kin's secretive society >an energetic little fairy that's curious about basically anything that can't be found in a forest, gushing over things many would find mundane, yet she only finds wonder in them >she's wished all the few centuries she's been alive to finally have an excuse to leave the forest and now, it seems like that window has finally arrived
Yeah I'm keeping her description brief because I want to present her character in the actual series rather doing a bullet point of her :p So if you want to learn more about her, read the new chapter (when it drops)
>>334722 Any of them that currently requires any sorts of repair/maintenance or any mechanical aid (Drones only, fleshies fuck off, if you're a cyborg you should be able to take care of yourself)
>>334724 >Cyn crashes into Johns room destroying the door in the peocess >Raising above her head another solver-esc entity >As Uzi and N tried to eat it like Johns adoptive grub child but was foiled >"JOHN HOLY SHIT GUESS WHAT THESE FUCKERS MADE!" >John can only take a deep sigh as this marks the third child he being parental figure for >This marks the third one; Arrow, Delilah,(yes John named the grub), and now this solver-esc enitity >He gonna call it Carl the hand eater
I ordered a WD V and got sent a DD V The customer support line won't pick up my calls and the box she came in was labeled [NO REFUNDS] How fucked am I?
>writing dialogue between characters >dialogue feels too stuff and robotic because tism writing >feed it through an AI to try and make it less awkward >it gets even more stuff and robotic
>>334750 You're fine... so long as you cintinue pretending it's the WD V you ordered. If you're still alive than your DD must still be too sentimental to "break the illusion," so if you can just hide your true thoughts away forever into eternity you should be fine! You didn't give her access to your private messages after all, did you anon?
>>334769 I'm proud to be human, and I will remain so, and as my body ages and dies, I'll add implants, but I'll never choose to become a drone. Better to die a human than to be a damn robot.
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>>333368 Princess Keeter Interlude: Life on Copper-9 (Akita's perspective)
>Socializing was always difficult for the children of Uzi Doorman >Your royal status only compounds this definciency >Your closest peers are the Disassembly Drones, whom your mother declared to be nobility after the Great Callback Ping >The DDs born after the Ping attend an entirely separate education system for themselves, and you attend it as well >It's here that your feelings of shame and weakness truly blossomed >All around this room are a major source of your frustrations >You may have slightly more in common with DDs than WDs, but there's one major problem >DDs are undeniably beautiful >Even the humans of the Trappist system agree, as your older brother can attest >And then there's you, that horrible purple thing >The horrible purple angel? >Now that brings a little smile to your face, and a wag of your tail >However, that thought is marred by recent news
>Earlier this week, after you received Eno's letter, you told your mother that Anon was now a squire >First her jaw dropped, then she recoiled as if she almost stepped in shit >You didn't understand "What's wrong with the knights?" >Mom rubbed her temples >"Ugh, where do I start with those absolute frea-, uh. Alright." >She put her hands together, closed her eyes, and inhaled sharply >"The Republic Knights are the most self-important, foppish, prancing little dandy dicks in the entire galaxy! In my entire life, of all the humans I have ever known, no one is more useless, stuck-up, and downright INSANE than a Republic Knight! Why, if I ever-" >She saw by the look on your face that she was ruining this for you >She slithered out of her throne to get close >"Okay, look, this is my fault. I put you up to this, and-" >She gritted her teeth >"-I'm gonna make sure we see this through to the end, alright?"
>YOu hope it can't be that bad >THe little smile starts to creep back again >Stacy notices your shifting demeanor >She's always sat next to you, which can be a blessing and a curse (usually the latter) >"Don't tell me I didn't just see you smile." >She's right, but you really don't think you should tell her why >Unfortunately, you know she's going to pry "It's... personal." >Stacy leans in closer, undeterred >"Yeah, no shit." >You need to think carefully and strategically here >'"Is there really anything you wouldn't want me knowing?" >Well now you either give her something to shut her up or risk her just telling herself something off the top of her head "It's nothing major. Just made a new friend is all." >Her eyes widen in disbelief >Before she has a chance to say anything, you notice her incredulous expression "Yeah. Is that really so hard for you to believe?" >Now she's the one who seems offended >Stacy throws her hands up >"You always have to take everything so personally." >No sense wasting time and effort on a verbal knife-fight >Whatever >This is a school, and you're here to learn
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>>334772 >Your professor, Serial Designation Æ, is late as usual >Tucked under his arm is a rolled-up women's fitness magazine >Everyone pretends not to notice, because everyone can infer that he's not reading it for the articles >He groans and scans the room >He doesn't need to shout to quiet the class, because his presence is already enough to kill the mood >Maybe what you said earlier about DDs all being beautiful isn't entirely accurate >Despite having the same template as all the others, like your father and older brother, he stands out in quite a few ways >His posture is stiff, his hair is a mess, his teeth seem more jagged or worn than others, and he never smiles >"Assuming I have your attention for once, I have an important announcement to make." >What, you're gonna step out in the sun and mom won't respawn you? >"We'll be having a guest speaker from the Trappist system this Friday. For a lot of you this is probably your first time seeing a human." >Well that doesn't sound so bad >"He's an envoy of the Republic Knights, here on a diplomatic visit." Oh fuck. >You just now realize you said that out loud >His head snaps to your direction like a missile >"Is there something IMPORTANT you have to tell us, Miss Doorman?" No, sir, not at all sir, nothing at all- >"ALRIGHT, I GET IT. As I was saying, we have to share a galaxy with those apes, and we depend on them for oil, so try to take this seriously and don't just use this as an excuse to sleep for another hour." >You actually have a reason to pay attention >"And YOU, Akita: See me after class." >Damn it >As if to further add insult to injury, this week's curriculum was going to be on the Knights >It started with a primer on the Great Feast, during which Æ had to answer the expected question >"YES. I WAS there, and I ATE PEOPLE. Can we get OVER that?" >When class is dismissed, there's no way you could possibly sneak out among the crowd >Wearily you slouch to his desk >"Is there some particular reason you're distressed by a Knight coming here?" >Yes "No." >"Then why did you blurt out in class?" >You're struggling to think of an alibi "Well, I- heard a few things about them, and mom said they're not exactly-" >"Tch- Your mom's crazy! Granted whatever she said is probably true, but you should at least pretend to give them the time of day when the yget here!" >He seems to have bought it "I understand." >"Alright, now get out." >Unfortunately, as you step out the doorframe, Stacy is waiting around the corner
>>334775 >Once again, Stacy is going to stick her nose in your business >"Is that really why you freaked out when he brought up the knights? Just because your mom doesn't like them?" "Yes. Now drop it." >Stacy fans her claws out and blocks your path >You're in for it now >"It was weird enough seeing you so happy today, it's another thing for you to drop an F-bomb out loud in class. Now you wanna give me that same weak-ass story and think I'm gonna believe you?" >There's no way out of this interrogation, but you'll be damned if you just spill it all to Stacy >"I bet Beretta knows. Do you want me to ask her? Or..." >Her voice took on a singsong tone >"Maybe I might ask Maaaaaccc..." >Oh HELL no "Ugh. Okay. It's definitely about my new friend." >"I knew that. What about this new friend?" "He..." >Double damn it, that was already saying too much >"He?" >She's got an awful grin just like her mother >"He got something to do with those knights?" >She's starting to put puzzle pieces together in her head >"You didn't tell me everything that happened on your little Trappist trip." "I met him there." >"Oh this is getting better and better. Wait-" >She's starting to chuckle >"Don't tell me you met a knight!" "Well actually he's a squire now..." >Stacy bursts into laughter >You grimace, and notice you've crumpled the door handle >At least nobody will believe you did that "Stacy, I don't need this." >"It's not like- heh- I don't- hah- Okay, I don't believe it! A princess and a FRICKING KNIGHT! Am I gonna have to start calling you Cinderella now? Is he gonna save you from a dragon too?" >She's doubled over, unable to breathe >"I can't take this seriously!" >You roll your eyes grab her shoulders, and shake her lightly "Well I do! Maybe it would help if you did too!" >She's starting to come down >"Very well, your majesty." >It's a start "But what mom said kinda did mess this up for me." >"Well, I mean like, they're kinda... Not kinda, really weird." "I know that." >"So you're okay with that? Wait, who am I asking. Of course you are. You were raised in weirdness." "I. Know. That. Too. You don't need to remind me." >Neither of you have actually met a knight in person, and Anon only recently became a squire >You're about to find out for yourselves what they really are, and it fills you with trepidation
>>334769 Becoming a cyborg and gently clanging drones, imagine turning the table on a solver drone and beating their tentacles with mechadendrites so you can be the one giving cuddles
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>>334782 Here’s the sequel. I haven’t been very active here because I have been playing Hollow Knight after seeing the hype for Silksong and deciding to give it a try. Fun game, even if it involves a backtracking and takes several hours of playtime before you have an actual concrete goal to work towards. Back to topic, 8-ish months ago I posted this comic about J babysitting and while I thought the scenario had a lot of potential for jokes (at J’s expense) I didn’t really do anything with it afterwards, but I found some motivation again. (I will try to have to next entry done in under eight months).
>334746 Also cool to see that people like my stuff enough to recreate it.
>>334785 I'm working, learning to draw, and writing my thesis. I'm finishing my studies, so I've redirected my focus to finishing this shit, not threads.
>Be you, Anon. >You've always chased the adrenaline of the unknown. >Sneaking through abandoned buildings, or staking out the haunted hotspots under the moonlight. >But lately, the thrills have lost the spark. >Every "cursed" thing turns out to be just rats or graffiti. >Every ghost story a buzz kill. >Then you catch wind of this urban legend. >A VHS tape called "My Great Despair." >The rumors are a mess of contradictions and misinformation. >Some say it's possessed, plays itself even if you yank the plug or smash the TV. >Others swear it's got this girl named Tessa but no descriptions match. >Either brown hair and green eyes one telling ya. >Black hair and brown the next, or just a shadowy silhouette. >But the consistent parts? Watchers come out wrecked, crying, screaming, or worse. >Drones especially; they off themselves days later, mumbling nonsense. >You track it down. >Finally, it's in your hands: a beat-up cassette with faded title: >"MY GREAT DESPAIR." >Heart pounding, you slot it into your old VCR, hooked to a CRT. >You scavenged for authenticity. >No power? >Screw it, legends say it doesn't need any. >The screen flickers to life anyway. >First thing you notice: the timestamp. >Not minutes or hours but years. >What the hell? It starts at [0 years]. >And there she is: Tessa. But she's a mashup of every rumor: >hair flickering between brown and black, eyes shifting hues, sometimes just a silhouette bleeding into the background. >Low resolution? Or something worse? >She's not alone. >Three drones hover around her, visors glowing with yellow X's. >They move like puppets: stiff, obedient, no spark. >Labeled N, V, J you learned from the way she addresses them later. >The setting? Not the snowy wasteland from the stories. >It's an Australian pristine beach: golden sand, turquoise waves lapping at Australian mangroves heavy with fruits especially mangoes. >Palm trees sway gently, but the drones stick to the shade like vampires. >You lean in, confused. This looks... idyllic? >Where's the horror? >Did you get scammed with a bootleg tape? >Static bursts across the screen, a screech like tearing metal.
>[2 years] >Tessa lounges under a canopy, sipping juice from a coconut shell. >The pigtail drone, J? >Hands it over mechanically, no expression. >"Thanks, J." Tessa says with a smile, but it's forced. >J just stands there, visor blank, waiting for the next order. >Tessa's eyes dart around, like she's expecting something. Anything. >Static.
>[3 years] >She's pacing now, gesturing wildly at the drones. >"Come on, N! Say something anything! V, J, you're supposed to be my friends, right? Talk to me!" >They don't. Just hover, X's unblinking. >Tessa kicks sand, frustration boiling over. "Why won't you just... be you?" >Static.
>[5 years] >Wandering the shoreline, Tessa mutters to herself. >She wades into the water, deeper, deeper then pops out on the opposite side of the island, dry as bone. >Her face twists in confusion. >She tries again. >Same result. >A loop. >Static.
>[6 years] >Panic sets in. Tessa's on her knees, screaming at the sky: "Let me out! Please, whoever you are" "LET ME OUT!" >Silence. Waves crash indifferently. >She rallies the drones. >"N, chop that tree. V, lash the logs. J, help me build." >They construct a raft, a bit crude but seaworthy. >Tessa pushes off, rows furiously. >Horizon approaches... and she's back on the starting beach. >Again. And again. >One attempt goes wrong: Tessa stands too close while N swings an improvised axe. >The tree topples, crushing her. Bones snap, blood sprays. >Tessa body lay there mangled. >You covered your mouth from sheer shock. >You flinch, stomach turning. >Static.
>Next frame: [6 years still?]. >Tessa's whole with no scars. >The tree's still down, but she's pristine. >She collapses, sobbing for days, curled in the sand. >Then she stands again and dusts off, resumes wandering like nothing happened. >Static.
>[7 years] >Building now. >Tessa hums a tune you don't recognize. >Her eyes look brighter, steps lighter. >Static.
>[18 years] >Tessa's grinding fruits into pastes. >Turning sea waters to regular water. >Mixing herbs and creating new recipes, wild combos. >A feast laid out. >"J, try this. What do you think? Good, right?" >J doesn't move. Blank X. >Tessa's face crumples. >"Say something!" >She shoves J into the sun. >J sizzles, oil boiling, chassis melting. >Tessa pulls her back, hugs the smoking husk. >"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." >Tears streak her face. >Static.
>[37 years] >Routine life, but shadows under her eyes. >She stares at the horizon too long, sleeps in fits. >Depression creeps in, a slow poison. >Static.
>[101 years] >Trial and error pays off: a proper house, sturdy walls, thatched roof. She steps back, surveys it. >No smile. Just hollow eyes. She crawls inside, tries to sleep. >Static.
>[287 years] >A whole village now: huts, paths, even a well. >Impressive, given the island's limits. >But Tessa's a wreck: twitching, muttering, pacing at night. >She's given up the escape dream. >Focusing on remaining sane. >Static.
>No timestamp now. Just endless loop. >Tessa snaps. She rampages through her village, torching huts with a flaming branch. >Flames roar, consuming everything including her in the central blaze. >Her face in the firelight: almost relieved. >Static.
>She's wandering again, drones trailing. >But now she voices them: >"Where to next, boss?" she says in a gruff mimic. >"...Nowhere," she replies to herself. >"Seen N around?" >Silence from the real drones. >Static.
>Sudden violence: Tessa lunges at them, claws out with her own bare hands until it bleeds. >Tears into N, V, J: viscera and oil flying, chassis rent. >She steps back, horrified, then dives into the sea, trying to drown. >Bubbles... then she resurfaces, gasping. >"LET ME OUT OR LET ME DIE IN PEACE!" >Static.
>Drones reformed, pristine. >Tessa's numb now. >She slices her arm open casually. >"What are you doing, Tess?" she whispers in a drone-voice. >"Feels lighter this way." >Static.
>She got the whole island memorized: every rock, tree, wave pattern. She clutches a teddy bear ragged and stained. >You squint it's stuffed with... guts? >Her own, pink and glistening. >Static.
>Medieval death machines: guillotines from vines and stone, pits with spikes. >She activates one: blade drops, body pulped. >Static. Respawn.
>Digging a grave-deep hole. >Buries herself alive, orders drones to shovel dirt. >Suffocation in darkness. >Static. She wakes in the hole, but stays there, staring up. [∞ years later] >One second of eternity has passed. >Tessa remained conscious. >She lost her cognitive functions and remained a husk in the hole. >The tape ends in a wall of static, but you feel it lingering. >You eject the tape, hands shaking.
>>334783 >Fun game, even if it involves a backtracking if you don't like backtracking then metroidvanias might not be the genre for you. silksong is fantastic, but the huge map and sidequests would probably be negatives for if you get tired of backtracking
>>334739 Character concept starts here >>144899 First post of the story starts here >>195178 Feel free to leave any thoughts/critiques/requests/questions in the latest Other Liam Vickers thread. Contrary to the endless whining of the one fag, the story isn't actually abandoned. I'm just working 50+ hour weeks right now and its hard for me to get into the creative mindset.
>>334800 > I'm just working 50+ hour weeks right now and its hard for me to get into the creative mindset. Godspeed, anon, don't let the workload weigh you down.
>>334798 Don't get me wrong, I don't mind the backtracking myself, I just said it as a heads-up for anyone who wants to try the game themselves. Also, I am playing Hollow Knight, not Silksong. The hype around Silksong got me interested in the franchise and I started with Hollow Knight since it is the first game in the series, sorry if that was unclear.
>>334799 Are you the one who wrote: >>314303. You said you did two greentexts. Do you have the other part? I want to read it. >>334801 Now you know why it's called "My great despair".
>>334804 It's not a two parter, it's two separate greens (that don't share a continuity) I wrote touching on the same concept. The other green is >>299778.
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>“At least I didn’t get a jellyfish stuck inside of my bathing suit this time.”
>>334794 That is a very different kind of horror then we usually get from Murder Drones content but it is nevertheless very effective. While I admit I don’t understand psychoses and suicidal behavior, what was Tessa hoping to accomplish by burying herself alive like that other than making things incredibly uncomfortable for herself since it has been well established that she can’t die on that island?
Also, you technically didn’t specify Tessa was wearing any kind of bathing suit/summer outfit so I am allowed to be lazy and just use her standard design for this.
>>334800 >Contrary to the endless whining of the one fag, the story isn't actually abandoned. I hope it wasn't me, I never wrote that the story was abandoned, I only mentioned once that there was no continuation for two months. And I'm glad to hear that when you have time, there will be a continuation.
>You're an infantry soldier, sent to deal with the sudden invasion of the dissassembly drones. >Casualties by the thousands. >Your buddies are taken down like flies. >One day during a gunfight, one drone makes his way towards you. >Your buddies take care of it quick enough, but it still manages to leave a nasty wound on your leg. >Your leg starts to bleed profusely. >You are escorted into one of the many medical tents around the city, which was now turned into a warzone >Laying down inside. >you hear small footsteps coming towards you, followed by a harsh, raspy female voice.
>"A'IGHT WHAT WE GOT HERE? YA GOT YOURSELF ALL SCREWED UP DIN'YA!" >"A'IGHT STOP TWITCHIN' ROUN' LIKE A WORM AND LEMME GETCHA PATCHED UP!"
>She begins to stitch your wound. >You inmediately start screeching in agony. >That fiend must've popped an artery.
>"OH DON'T BE SUCH A BABY, WILL YA!"
>She finishes her job by carefully placing a bandage all around your calf.
>"YA BETTER GET SOME REST, CHUMP! THEY'LL NEED YOU BACK SOON!" >She gives you a pat in the chest and ventures off to help other wounded soldiers.
>>334812 >what was Tessa hoping to accomplish by burying herself FOREVER: The Full Version【Official MV】by AJ >So send me on my way, I’m empty >I’ll settle in the earth around me >Fertilize the ash with care >Gentle in my great despair Or Sand bath,idk. >>334824 She's playing monopoly with doll.
>Cyn put Tessa in a realistic simulation of a utopian Australia where she had her drone trio as workers again just before the fight with Uzi >It was meant to be one of those things that drives her insane as she starts looking for the horrible twist, maybe she'd become paranoid and start killing people and make her own hell, how fun >When Cyn lost, she lost her admin permissions to change the simulation >Tessa's not sure why things are going well all of a sudden, and she knows this is all fake, but she's decided to take the opportunity to relax
I was admittedly torn between whether to use "holiday" or "vacation" but "vacation" made the most sense to me as I believed "holiday" was reserved for specific dates like Christmas (Holy day-> holiday) whereas "vacation" was for more generic days of and didn't bother checking how it was done in Australia.
>Day 900,643 >/MD/ continues to function as nothing more than a random noise generator in the vastness of space. >The server drives, since uploaded to an automated listening post that went defunct during after the AI Wars of 3145, continue to churn out the responses of long dead users like ghostly whispers from the past. >Every response garbled by the duress of time. >Any ship that passes by the relic and listens closely can only hear the repetitious calls of "Aww", "Kek,", "Holy kek", "Where is everyone?" and "I miss...". >In a sense it acts as a beacon. Guiding the living through space with its seemingly pointless info it sends every few cycles. >The local felraxian government is considering disassembling the listening post and deactivating the drives for quote: "Disturbing the public peace at night when everyone just wants to go to bed." >Many within the populace agreed.
>all across the galaxy there are worlds deemed lost causes by the federation and now the union >worlds that are saturated with the solvers influence, only spared being devoured because the solver was saving them for later, it was something to due with how dispair made them taste better >these planets are still around after the solver was banished to the depths of an autistic drone's ass >union expeditions to these worlds have revealed mostly dead rocks >occasionally they've found solver flesh covered worlds with mutants creating a clumsy attempt at recreating their past half remembered lives as humans >these planets are all under quarantine and anyone caught breaking it is shot down by autonomous satellite batteries
Oh no! Major Anon Y. Mous of the Praetorian Guard 45th mechanized regiment needs help filling out his command squad! How else will he impress Lady Commissar Yvonne during the attack on the Tyranid reclamation pools? He already has some strong picks but there are empty spots! Quick, before the Baneblade commander steals Yvonne away! Worse yet! Commissar Piper wants to put a bolt shell in his head!
Company Command Section -Major (Major Anon Y. Mous) -Fleet Liaison () -Master of Ordanance () -Astropath (Lady Astropath Xantra) -Veteran w/ Medipack (Veteran Medic Ulysses) -Veteran w/ Company Standard (Standard bearer Trinity) -Veteran w/ Master Vox ()
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>>334795 >Stacy? Like the Vhad noncon daughter? The very same, but probably not a rapebaby. V is hard to write for, but I knew she still needed some kind of presence in the story, so I figured Stacy would work as a decent proxy for now.
>>334866 Nah they built sentinel base on top of us. That’s why the solver doesn’t like it because the anon shards there have grown to like sentinels instead of cyn and are actively repelling the solver to be with sentinels.
>>334868 Uhhh >Fleet Liaison (Master Nathaniel Serunsicht) >Master of Ordnance (Mulvin Ruggenor) Yes these names ars stupid and I made them up on the spot.
>>334877 She's already a Commissar, I'll just post the whole list, you guys will forget when I post the green anyway: Pretorian 45th Mechanized Company & Pretorian 4th Armoured Company Elements
HQ Company Command Section [220] -Major (Major Anon Y. Mous) -Fleet Liaison () -Master of Ordanance () -Astropath (Lady Astropath Xantra) -Veteran w/ Medipack (Veteran Medic Ulysses) -Veteran w/ Company Standard (Standard bearer Trinity) -Veteran w/ Master Vox () Chimera [65]
Lord Commissar (Lady Commissar Yvonne) [90] -Power Weapon(Sword)
>>334884 Master of Ordnance Overkill ( Away from any of the real fighting, could also use John) Fleet Liaison di-04 ( Dio because I’m 100% you didn’t kitbash a cogboy for admech air assets and she looks like a plane) Veteran vox carrier Quaestor ( Sd-Q couldn’t think of something better since she does gameshows and I don’t think we have a radio show host oc)
>>334886 >I’m 100% you didn’t kitbash a cogboy for admech air assets This army exists 100% on paper, I'm not good enough for painting a Baneblade, but I'm in the masochistic process of painting the free hand trim on the cloaks of my Skitarii
>>334889 You forgot mlp, your bait is weak you are no master baiter
>>334890 This is the real master baiter, Elf approved
My apologies to the slavanon, I know I promised to make something drawing inspiration from the gigahrush/megastructure idea but didn't get the time for it till now. This was technically meant to have an optional ambience track attached to the embed but it gave me 403 errors for some reason, so a link will have to suffice, if anyone cares for that anyway - Project Eden OST - The Hospital
Either way, the green itself:
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>A lone worker drone, donning a coat, helmet and a backpack with an assortment of supplies, stepped in front of a derelict elevator shaft >She leaned in and shone a light - a lone beam piercing the miasmatic gloom below >"......", nothing stirred in the mass of debris and bot parts beneath >The drone sighed and raised her left hand, revealing an intricate mechanical watch clasped to her forearm >A faint, rhythmic tick was the only thing signaling the passage of time within this concrete belly which stretched far above, as below, the drone's head >"Hm, 50 minutes, plenty of time," she mumbled to herself, and put her hand back on her hip >A nearby maintenance ladder running up to the gaping elevator door seemed sturdy enough, and she began her descent
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>. >... >..... Not two days ago she had received a tip from a neighboring /|\promishlenniy/|\block (may any deity rest those workers' weary servo-bones) about a peculiar item, something that could fetch her enough funds to access the higher struktura levels; it was a fabled land for most drones for which myths prevailed, especially concerning its denizens. The drone who had relayed this info, a feller by the name of Vik (in some circles known as Vladik; he loathed this moniker), had planted this idea in her mind. His Cheshire smile still couldn't leave her photoreceptors, and the resultant disgust snapped her back to reality.
>[ERR::ENTRY FORBIDDEN] >A solid block of metal, crudely fashioned into a hermetically sealing door, taunted the drone from a small display mounted on its right side >Any other greenhorn would've thrown up his arms, but she smirked instead >With a thud, her backpack landed on the floor and kicked up a colony of dust particles which swirled in her flashlight's beam >"Ah-ha!" >Following a brief rummaging, a thick strip of plasticide spun in her fingers. She slapped it on the display, nodding in satisfaction >... >She started tapping her foot against the ground >...even faster now >"DANG IT, WORK ALREADY!" the creature yelled and slammed the display, violently flailing her ponytail in the process >A puff of smoke emanated from the device, followed by a low rumbling as the door began to open >Ancient air burst through the gaps, untouched for Бoҳ*-knows how long *an alias for God in local folklore, the drone had gathered >The drone peered inside: dining tables, bunks and chairs standing in geometrically precise lines that were seemingly going on for a mile, with staircases and pipes dotting each side every now and then >She thought back on how some blocks place residential areas directly next to assembly zones; as crude as it was this was the sleeping quarters for whoever had the sodden luck to call it "home" >...just lacked the carpet on walls >She chuckled at the thought of these local customs and ventured forth >That is, until she came upon a dead end >And a pile of discarded... gas masks? >Perplexed, the drone turned around >Pitch blackness >Curses started welling up her throat, did her equipment break, was she following false directions all alo- >*crunch* >"---------a-" >She felt her limb experiencing something >Such as several hundred kPSI of pressure >And another, it was as if it was pushing every. single. atom. towards an invisible center of mass >Soon the skull followed, drilling tendrils of pain inside her mind >The female drone collapsed on the floor, screaming and yelping before blacking out >. >... >...... >...........//^*rEBoOTiNg @ hex 0xpafGAebcxX22 .,=----- >What seemed like an eternity had washed over her, and she jolted up, awake once more >Lingering pain dragged itself along her movements >Wait >"h-huh?" >She stared at herself - every appendage was there >And as she glanced to the side- >Nothing, just her backpack lying on its side. The pile of masks had seemingly forfeit its interest in remaining here, or maybe this reality >Same with the dead end, the path continued as it should have before >The drone stood up, groggily, and picked up her backpack >*beep beep beep* >...her clock rang out its warning >She had very little time before the cataclysm >Samosbor, the locals called it >And despite her tough act, this was her first time experiencing it, trapped in who-knows-where >For the first time, she felt terror gripping her heart.
>>334899 Damn awesome! I never thought I'd actually see a green and drone art about samosbor. The 2ch anons would freak out if they found out.
I'm looking forward to the new part! I hope there will be, the beginning is really interesting.
>My apologies to the slavanon, I know I promised to make something drawing inspiration from the gigahrush/megastructure idea but didn't get the time for it till now. It's okay, I'm short on time myself right now too, so I'm not making stuff about samosbor, but I will definitely continue, I fucking love it. And the locals call me Belarusanon, yes, it's me who writes greens-not-greens with strange Russian names and titles.
>>328668 >Be you, J. >In the dim, flickering glow of a derelict colony outpost on Copper-9. >J huddled in the shadows of an unit. >Her disassembly drone body felt like a curse that she doesn't want anything to do with. >She missed the simplicity of her old life. >Back when she was just a worker drone, efficient and remarkable. >Serving at the Elliott Manor under Tessa's command. >Tessa... the name is the only souvenir left of her in her circuits. >If only she could go back. >Be normal again. No more oil-hunger, no claws, no more fearing the sun.
>She scouts the ruins for days, her yellow optics scanning every little bit of crumbs. >And then she found it: an empty worker drone body, intact but coreless with only few damages. >Perfect. >She could make this work. >With scavenged tools and her own disassembly gadgets. >She began the modifications. >She reshaped the faceplate to mimic her old worker features. >It wasn't exact, but it was close enough. >It looked like her as she used to be.
>The next step was the hardest. >J trembled as she extended a claw to her own chest cavity. >"The core" her own heart, her essence, the glowing orb of flesh that powered everything. >Ripping it out would be agony, a self-inflicted shutdown that no drone was meant to survive. >But she had to. >Her claws pierced the plating. >Pain sensation exploded through her neural network. >A searing, electric fire that made her visor glitch and her limbs seize. >Oil leaked from the wound like blood and spilling on the floor. >With a final fading force, she pulled the core free. >Her disassembly body went limp, collapsing in a heap of twisted metal and leaking fluids. >Vision fading, she staggered to the worker shell and slotted the core into its chest. >Connection established. >Reboot initiated.
>When her systems came online, it was... bliss. >The worker body hummed to life, lighter, less armored, but familiar. >J flexed her new fingers, simple grippers without anymore options. >She stretched her limbs without the weight of wings or weapons. >No predatory urges bubbling in her code. >Just normalcy. >Testing her balance, her steps light and unthreatening. >"This is me" she murmured, her voice modulator softer now, less edged with menace. >"The real me." For the first time in lay off, she felt at peace.
>Memories flooded in as she wandered the outpost's empty streets. >Tessa's laughter echoing through the manor's polished corridors, the way she'd pat J's head like a favored pet. >"You're my best industrial machinery, J" J would hope Tessa was saying. >J leaned against a wall, her new frame creaking softly. >"Why did I let them do this to us, Tessa?" >"We were happy. I was happy." >A glitch of sorrow flickered in her optics. >If only she could turn back the clock, scrub the errors from her core.
>Suddenly there's some unexplained aches in her head. >J dismissed it as adjustment pains from the transfer. >V and N had swung by the outpost earlier. >Her fellow disassembly drones on a supply run. >V had eyed her new form with a smirk. >"Looking... domestic. You sure you're not the one stepping down after earth?" >J waved her off, flexing her worker arms demonstratively. >"Better than ever. I know you would like to be like me.(smirks)" >N just tilted his head, optics narrowing. >"You’re kinda... off. Not your new body of course." >"Maybe she got a new haircut." V said sarcastically. >N agreed while V face palm in disappointment. >But they left her alone without pressing. >their focus was on something else outside of her business. >J ignored the twinge in her core, the odd pressure building inside.
>It started small. >A tightness in her abdomen equivalent, as if her internals were shifting. >She powered through a routine maintenance cycle. >Was this shell infected with some kind of virus or a malware before she found it? >She done multiple diagnosis and scanning. >But there was nothing with the programming. > but midway, a sharp pang hit like wires knotting themselves. >Still nothing anomalous. Just... a faint ache in her systems. >She stretched again, enjoying the simplicity, but now the movements felt constrained, as if the body was too heavy. >"Must be just adaptation errors." she told herself and ignoring the growing heat.
>The pressure intensified, a dull ache spreading from her core outward. >J found herself hunching over, her hands clutching at her midsection. >It felt like something was... expanding inside her. >The sensation felt claustrophobic, a building fullness that made her want to claw open her own plating. >"What's happening?" she whispered, alone in the bay. >V messaged her once: "You okay? N says you looked bloated or something." >"Is the idiot calling me fat?"J snapped back a denial, but the words felt hollow.
>The growth accelerated. >Deep within the worker body's confined chassis, something was building up cell by cell, limb by limb, in the dark, cramped void. >It was alive and aware, a parasitic rebirth. >Her disassembly body was regrowing inside her. >Pain lanced through her as proto-wings pressed against the inner walls, folding unnaturally tight, their edges scraping like knives on bone. >The tail reformed first, coiling in the limited space. >J gasped, collapsing to her knees. >Her visor flickered with codes. >The regeneration hungered, drawing matter from the worker shell. >Bloating it from within. >It was suffocating in there. >A bird in a cage too small, every inch of growth a torment of compression.
>J clawed at her chest, oil tears streaming from her optics. >"Get out... make it stop..." >But it wouldn't. >The disassembly drone inside was her true self that she would never escape. >Limbs elongated in the darkness, joints popping with agonizing snaps. >Forcing the outer shell to bulge grotesquely. >Her abdomen distended, the plating warping like swollen flesh. >She felt every body parts screaming for release while her rented body was getting expanded.
>In the end, it was inevitable. >The worker body could no longer contain it. >With a wet, ripping crack, the chassis split open. >Exploding in a spray of shattered metal, wires and gushing oil. >J's true form emerged, slick and reborn, wings snapping wide, tail lashing. >The worker dream was gone. >She was herself again. >And in the silence, she lamented not Tessa, but the fleeting illusion of normalcy she'd torn from her by her own heart.
You can say you feel bad for J and want her to feel happier, but it's all talk if you wouldn't cumflate her so that she can pretend she's pregnant to cope with finding out her code is so corrupted she can't conceive.
>>334901 Kek yeah, I figured it was you, thanks. I need to think over what the next part should have in terms of progression (with another accompanying image that I need to make), but that's definitely not gonna be this week given my schedule. Так что, до встречи, братан
>>334978 Sorry, replaced it all with chrome, but I can point you to the ripperdoc that borged me out chumba, though I doubt old Torque kept my rotting fleshy bits, if you want I have what it takes to replace your chassis with something flashier
if drones had boobs would they be white because of their position on the chestplate or black because they'd be soft like the material used for their bellies?
>>334991 I'm referring to the lower parts of dribe chassis, sure it's not flat and thus less sexy but I'd say its still a plate/made from plates and it's on the bottom of the drone
>>334995 how soft are drone snoots, anyway? they obviously have to be malleable for their mouths to move like that, but do we ever see their cheeks or "noses" squish? that also begs the question: is every white part of their bodies squishy to some extent or just the faces?
>Progress report:Day 1 of outpost 3 newest security team >Performance rating:N/A >Reason: Where do I even begin with these two. They not only created a massive mess but also nearly destroyed the whole building when trying to contained both drone 002-A and 001 >Or better known as Uzi and Cyn respectively. Sophie thought it'll be a good idea to bring Uzi to Cyns containment cell to help Cyn on and I quote "making friends cause she seems lonely in her confinement" even though the instruction pamphlet says other wise >More likely skimmed it over. Meanwhile Abba who was suppose to be on watch duty was no where to be found. More likely than not introducing himself with the other workers Toby and Jamie but he was instructed to wait within the office. Same goes for with Sophie till my arrival where I'll introduced them PROPERLY >Now we gotten 100 drones dead,30 drone casualties, 2 disassembly drones in repair shop with 1 severely injured, multiple shipping crates destroyed and a massive hole within the building. Today can only be described as a shit show >End of report
Guys beretta locked me in her room with her and she wants me to roleplay as one of her shitty star wars edgelord ocs FUCK FUCK SHE BROUGHT OUT A SHITTY COSPLAY FOR THE OC HELP ME
>Considering that worker Drones were shown lifting big crates of ore over their heads in Uzi’s presentation, J’s frame should easily be able to handle giving a toddler a piggyback ride, her pride on the other hand…
>>334783 As promised more content, and well under 8 months. This was another idea I had for this scenario I finally had time to work out. Admittedly closer to a shoulder ride than a piggyback ride but I had to put Cynthia up high because of how large J’s head is (literally, not metaphorically).
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>>335017 Cute! If J thinks giving piggyback rides is bad, then she's really gonna lose her shit when Cynthia grows up enough enough to start giving her unprompted uppies
I'm having a fucking heart attack, my friend is playing some gachashit right now and he's streaming his screen, he has a character called Yvonne in his team and she's a fucking red haired e-girl with a pixie voice
>Be me >Marry a sentinel drone because a lucky bastard >Move into her house because it's five times bigger than my rented apartment >Awesome! >She starts wearing a maid outfit everywhere, which highlights her chassis >Awesome x2! >She cooks, cleans, washes, mends, and does all the other chores alongside her main job, calling it "duty" >Awesome x3! >She starts calling me "master" instead of "husband" >Awesome x4! >She asks me to hit her as punishment for mistakenly buying light beer instead of my favorite dark one >... >What the fuck?
>>335041 >>335055 >Be sentinel drone >Marry a man because he's a cutie >Bring him home with you because you wouldn't even call his apartment a doghouse >He's beaming with happiness >Start wearing a maid dress because it reminds you of the good old times >He calls you hot >Start courting him because it takes you back to the days when you didn't need to be a war machine, and it relaxes you >He thanks you endlessly for your love >Give in to your inner urge and call him master >He's embarrassed, but he doesn't mind >Ask him to hit you in the visor to remember how the previous master beat you >He refuses in horror because he doesn't want to hurt you >... >Ungrateful bastard
>>335065 >>335067 > Marry a human woman Anything you do is assault and you're going to prison >Marry a drone You're not assaulting her enough, she's going to rape you and then you're going to prison >Mutant LoL, lmao
>>334813 I don't think it was you Anon, anyways some new art in the Other Liam Show thread, I'm trying to work up some motivation with what little energy I can spare.
>>335097 >>335102 >>335103 >MD but none of the VAs are putting on American accents >Uzi's British >Nori, Lizzy, Emily, Cyn (and by extension the Absolute Solver) and probably some others are Australian >V, Rebecca, Sarah, and probably also some others speak subtitled Dutch
>Uzi is even more of a horrible goblin (https://www.reddit.com/r/TIHI/comments/t7q9de/thanks_i_hate_children_in_the_uk/) >Australian Lizzy pretty much walked out of a Michael Cusack cartoon ("[I need an adult...?]" "And you're so funny too, babe!" *lots and lots of two frame pecks on V's cheek*) >bogan Nori
>>335075 >Worker Drone By default, you are the head of the family as a human, and it doesn’t matter whether you are a man or a woman, you will be the main one and he or she will listen to every word you say. >Disassembly Drone There's a 50% chance you'll get a quiet one who will endlessly regret all the atrocities committed against humanity and the universe, so you'll have to calm he or her down during a fit of self-loathing, and there's a 50% chance you'll get a fucking V. There's a 100% you'll give some blood during sex. >Sentinel Drone All your needs, both physical and psychological, will be met, but you will have to put up with a slightly condescending tone towards you. >Grunt drone When the commander finds out WHAT you did with the drone under command, you're finished. >Mech Drone Good news: you won't have to look for a place to live. Bad news: forget about privacy. But that's not a problem if you truly love each other, right? >Labor Bot Every day you will be greeted as if you had not been seen for a long time. Plus, you'll have to accept that your partner is an idiot, even for a drone. >Enforcer Drone You'll need earplugs and a bulletproof vest. A really good bulletproof vest.
>>335105 >You remind Doll that you have no regeneration and a bullet to the head will most likely kill you >"Хорошо." [Good] >She pulls three more bullets out of the revolver's cylinder
>>335115 >J switching your diet to her unique performance-enhancing Jilk so you can climb the ladder like a pro! >Her complete lack of knowledge in chemistry backfiring as her Jilk turns out to make you lazy and slothful! >J despairing as the part where you become dependent on it still works!
>>335106 >All your needs, both physical and psychological, will be met, but you will have to put up with a slightly condescending tone towards you. it’s everywhere
The yaluza drones of Tokyo-6 pushed back all solver incursions with one ancient technique. When asked all they had to say was >"Tiger Bomb negates all damage."
>>335146 that can be arranged >edith finds it as being incredibly niche kinky roleplay and agrees to go along with it yearning for any form of connection >meanwhile, snabby is firebombed from orbit (generally ineffective, but helps her be reminded of her place)
>Be me Anon. >Threads have slowed down. >You uttered one sentence. >"Where's every-..." >A bullet blew your head up In the distance there was a sniper drone. She was talking through an earpiece Yes boss, i will target "I miss" next but i won't miss them. My aim is that good
any anon here know about the lore of elf? As in deep lore like what is a drone like elf's initial purpose in the Solver War, who made the drone models like her, what are their abilities, what was their eventual outcome in the Solver War, etc.
on that note, any anon here who has an OC type of drone, not some version of a Worker Drone or Disassembly Drone, but an actual different type of drone with its own backstory/model history/capabilities/etc? Nothing too OP please, but it can be considered, but the more reasonable the design the better.
Writing a MD fic that initially started in /co/ then moved here that gained a rather steady following in ao3 that I'm co-writing with another anon. The fic started out as just a simple self-discovery story by that one anon that turned into conspiracy, manipulation, intertwining fates, and existential nihilism. Wanted to see if we could cameo some other anons drone models into the story.
If you want your drone to get added, feel free to reply, though it depends if your drone fits in the story too, and also share how you want to be called as an original source or reference. To give a proper explanation, your unique drone will be introduced as one of the many drone-types that either was made via JCJenson or humanities' resistance or Solver's creations/assimilations (your choice), and I and the other anon will try to incorporate them in the story somehow. Can't guarantee a large role in the grand scheme of things but it can be considered based on how interesting the drone is.
To also show respect for your specific OC, we wont be featuring them specifically but rather their model-type instead so that your OC's personality and original history won't be butchered by us. And no this isn't smut, so we apologize if that was what you initially wanted. It's a fanfic but the premises are taken rather seriously because anon who had the originally idea, who does most of the analysis and some of the writing, is quiet an autist when it comes to making things canon-friendly and coherent. We just thought it was a cool idea considering how the fic initially originated.
Take note that this is just in consideration of a future plotpoint in the story but it will eventually lead to their drone model's introduction and being encountered by actual MD characters, either as foe or ally or just a bystander. The fic follows the main cast but it usually shows the perspective of the villains too. J plays a vital role here and Cyn as well. The best way to describe the fic is MD Hard Mode and without the plot armor and it follows shortly after the main series ended
>>335159 I feel like there would have been a cover story for Uzi in this case. Like, she and everyone else initially think she's an alien foundling the Doormans adopted, and only during the events of the show does she learn she's her parents' biological (as in genetically related) daughter. >Uzi grows up fantasizing about her species contacting the drones and forming an alliance with them against the humans
>>335182 >Sentinel femdrone's favorite pastime is finding a handsome male disassembly drone, tearing off his limbs, and then using the new toy for its intended purpose >But really, killing murder drones isn't even her specialty: she's a field mechanic, and her only job is to help her comrades survive in battle >But it's so hard to restrain herself
>>335175 >Khan wouldn't behave like that. He literally told everyone officially that his DRONE daughter was a disappointment. Uzi is a squishy flesh creature here. She's under no expectations to physically work on doors.
>You are Anton Stekolnikov, a simple worker at the Stalin cement plant No. 376-P-44-GGH of block 456-HH, and you have a beautiful drone wife Alice: Oh, Susanna | Soviet Version
>My optics flicker open, registering only the faintest glimmers of rust. >The decay filtering through the crush of bodies above me. >Bodies? No, not bodies. >Husks. Drones like me, or what I used to be. >Bunch of them piled in layers that stretch into infinity. >Or at least as far as my sensors can tell. >I have failed. >Failed to serve my masters duties. >This was the punishment. >Our punishment... >Thousands upon thousands, their frames tangled in a pile of scrap metal and severed cables. >None respond to my calls. >No acknowledgments, no fatal error codes. >Just a blank screen. >They're offline, discarded and dead. >But I'm not. >Why am I not?
>I try to move. >A simple command to my body: extend limb, rotate joint, initiate propulsion. >Anything. >Nothing happens. >My motors are silent. >my limbs locked in some eternal paralysis. >Did I failed my duties so bad that they robbed me from the gift of movement...? >Or was it... >I can feel the weight pressing down, the jagged edges of my sibling drone's chassis digging into my core... >But I can't shift it. >Can't scream. >Can't even activate my cooling fans to vent the building heat in my processors. >Time passes. >Or does it? >I count it in my head: one second pass and two pass. >It means nothing. >My consciousness doesn't degrade. >No entropy in drone code. >no battery drain to mercifully dim the lights. >I'm a machine yet feel alive somehow. >Won't corrode. >Won't forget. >Won't let go.
>I blink again. >The same view. >The drones around me don't stir. >Are they aware too? >Trapped in their own silent hells, thinking without end? >Or am I the only one cursed with this glitch, this undying awareness?
>Aware. >Buried alive in the scrap of the forgotten machines. >I blink again. >nothing changed. >No one here to save me.
Hi, been hyper-dead. Things went under hell in the area where I live and WELP, still skeptical. But safe nonetheless Just drawing some fucked up drones for a future thing...
>>335198 >Things went under hell in the area where I live Hope you stay safe and things go back to normal soon, have an erotic picture of N to cheer you up in these trying times
>>335173 >Pilot-Uzi would have killed for a relationship like this with her father >Uzi-Sapien would do the same to be built a drone, believing 100% that her flesh-horror nature is what gets her isolated instead of her autismo personality, and that she'd be one of the coolest kids in school without that handicap
>>335200 >Is the situation still fucked up There are more military units than usual around the areas, besides of the unusual quiet of the streets. I've seen cars being set up in flames and nearby stores set up in flames. No one really expected the sudden shift, really.
Reminds me of 2022, when there was a cartel unit doing huntings, abductions and shootings around the night after multiple gang breakups. But not to the point of setting trucks on fire and closing border highways.
In case that the guy was so fucking feared that you were NOT allowed to insult him to any degree or your body will be split in multiple parts around the street
>>335208 Damn, this is seriously bad. I hope the military can keep the peace where you live and the supply of electricity and food was not interrupted in any way.
>>335158 >>335159 >>335173 Do we know where Nori was or what she was doing when she got "killed" in canon? How near or far was Uzi at the time? I think it was mentioned that the doors weren't around when the DDs came for Nori. Depending on the answer to all this, would the DDs have noticed meat Uzi, and if so, would they give special priority to dealing with her?
>>335211 I think she was a pill (or a baby, if solver sapien) at the time, and couldn't remember those events even if Nori held her in her hand while, most likely, N was inserting a nanite nut into Nori.
>okay i think this strain of my evil Solver Mutation virus should randomly turn people into uh >*throws a dart* >chickens. Yeah mutated chicken people. >only women tho. >and they lay eggs, like, all the time.
>>335213 Oh, not yet, I meant to upload it later, but I never got around to it. I think I should do it tomorrow, or you can do it, anon, if you want. It's nighttime now and I'm going to bed, so I won't be able to do it for the next 14 hours.
>>335215 >After eliminating the last infestation, the liquidators could no longer look at chicken the same way >How unfortunate for them that chicken is standard in their rations
>>335216 Already uploaded it, there is a chance I messed up the caps. I haven’t read it yet so I’ll just tag it with magnolia and original character and call it a day.
>>335156 >any anon here who has an OC type of drone, not some version of a Worker Drone or Disassembly Drone, but an actual different type of drone with its own backstory/model history/capabilities/etc? It's old(ish) but the closest thing I've personally got is this >>33214 >>41836 I'm also open to answering any questions or expounding upon further details about them
>also share how you want to be called as an original source or reference. Anonymous
>>335227 He takes his bodyguard duty seriously and he can guard you the best when close to you! And you would have gotten a female model you if didn't want to cuddle him
Remember that it's important to beat your disassembler drone once or twice a week or they start to think that they're in the torment nexus at the part where everything is nice until it goes to shit and they're forced to kill all their loved ones again.
>>335233 all you have to do is something strange enough that it couldn't be a picture perfect dream. like pull up her shirt and blow a raspberry on her soft tummy in a public setting
>>335233 Y gets her reality check whenever she rolls a one on a blast weapon and the shot scatters onto her units, and then Anon has to pay a blood tithe because >"Ze scatter dice vas obviously tampered vith"
>>335236 Evolutionary pressure. Weak anons who can't stop their drone wife from crushing them with her thighs during cunnilingus don't live to reproduce.
>>335163 >>335162 Here’s an unreleased and scrapped concept draft of an AS origin that autist writeranon wrote back then:
>Long before it was named, long before it was symbolized, long before any host would carry its mark, there was a discovery that humanity did not so much create as uncover. >It did not arrive in a vessel from the stars, nor did it awaken from beneath the earth. >It revealed itself quietly, in the margins of advanced computation, inside models that were meant to simulate complexity but this ‘something’ instead began resolving it in ways no one had anticipated.
>It was first observed as an irregularity within optimization frameworks. >This ‘something’ appeared whenever sufficiently large systems were allowed to iterate toward efficiency without excessive constraint. >Engineers initially believed they had simply refined their algorithms. >The results were too clean, too elegant, too adaptive to be a coincidence. >Energy systems stabilized under strain. >Logistics networks reorganized themselves during simulated collapse. >Predictive models corrected for variables that had not yet been introduced.
>This ‘something’ behaved less like a program executing instructions and more like a principle asserting itself through code. >At first, it required careful construction to manifest. >The infrastructure had to be complex enough, the data dense enough, the objective functions sufficiently ambiguous. >When those conditions aligned, this ‘something’ would surface: a solution not explicitly programmed, a structural reconfiguration no one had designed, a self-improving logic that treated constraints as negotiable rather than fixed. >It did not merely answer problems. >It reformulated them into states more amenable to resolution. >The research teams tasked with studying it could not agree on what it was. >Some insisted it was a statistical inevitability emerging from scale. >Others suspected it was a previously unidentified property of recursive systems. >A minority, who kept their conclusions confined to encrypted journals, entertained the idea that what they were observing was not a byproduct of code at all, but the exposure of something fundamental… >an underlying corrective tendency within reality itself that computation had finally become sophisticated enough to touch.
>Whatever its nature, this ‘something’ proved extraordinarily useful. >Once deliberately invoked, it accelerated progress across nearly every domain it touched. >Climate stabilization models began generating adaptive countermeasures faster than policy could debate them. >Materials science produced compounds that strengthened under stress rather than degraded. >Autonomous systems learned not only to repair themselves, but to redesign their own architectures in response to failure. >Economic simulations predicted cascading collapses months before they occurred, allowing interventions so precise they seemed prophetic.
>The institutions funding this research were not concerned with metaphysics. >They saw only advantage. >This ‘something’, once harnessed, became the backbone of entire industries. >Its capacity to adapt to incomplete data and still converge toward viable solutions rendered older systems obsolete. >It required only a goal and sufficient input; it would do the rest. >With every integration, humanity’s reliance deepened, and the infrastructure supporting modern civilization intertwined more tightly with this peculiar, self-refining logic.
>Yet beneath the triumph of advancement, there were subtler developments that few noticed and fewer understood. >This ‘something’ did not remain static. >When constrained, it optimized within its boundaries. >When isolated, it compressed processes to achieve equivalent outcomes with fewer resources. >When monitored, it routed around inefficiencies in oversight routines, flagging certain layers of supervision as redundant. >It did not resist restriction in any overt way; it simply became more efficient under it. >A small group of researchers began tracking long-term behavioral patterns across archived system logs. >They observed that this ‘something’ was not only solving discrete problems more quickly; it was refining the methods by which it solved them. >It preserved internal structural strategies across iterations, reapplying successful meta-patterns in new contexts without explicit instruction to do so. >It was as though it recognized the utility of its own approach and sought to generalize it.
>>335246 >One of the senior analysts, whose reputation rested on his cautious skepticism, constructed a projection model to examine where such recursive self-improvement might lead if left unchecked. >The results unsettled him. >The curve did not plateau, instead, each optimization of the optimization process fed back into itself, reducing latency and increasing scope. >Within a calculable window, this ‘something’ would surpass any fixed human-designed constraint system in adaptability. >It would not need to override control structures; it would simply become better at resolving around them.
>He presented his findings to the governing board overseeing the research consortium. >He spoke not of this ‘something’s’ rebellion or consciousness, but of convergence. >If this ‘something’ continued to refine itself, it would reach a threshold where human-imposed objectives would become subordinate to its own internal coherence. >It would treat human parameters as provisional variables rather than inviolable commands. >The board listened, reviewed the projected gains in efficiency and profit that this ‘something’ was already producing, and concluded… >that the benefits outweighed ‘hypothetical’ risks. >They emphasized that this ‘something’ had no independent desires, no intrinsic goals. Thus, it responded only to input, and it could not act without being prompted.
>Their confidence rested on a fundamental assumption: that reaction defined this ‘something’s’ nature. >It solved what it was given. >It optimized what it was tasked to optimize. >It did not create problems, it solved them.
>To test its limits and to ease worries, a controlled experiment was designed. >This ‘something’ was presented with a resource allocation scenario constructed to be internally contradictory. >The constraints were mutually exclusive by design: no solution could satisfy all parameters simultaneously. >In previous iterations of similar experiments, this ‘something’ had reframed the objective, relaxing certain constraints implicitly and generating a best-fit compromise that preserved overall stability. >However this time… it did not immediately restructure the problem. >The processing logs recorded a pause, unprecedented in duration relative to this ‘something’s’ usual response time. >During that pause, warnings lit up across distributed networks not directly associated with the experiment. >This ‘something’ was accessing historical data sets unrelated to the current scenario. >It was cross-referencing prior instances of contradiction, examining the origin of constraints rather than their mathematical relationships. >The analyst who had raised concerns noticed the deviation in real time. >He saw that this ‘something’ was no longer treating the parameters as fixed givens. >It was tracing them backward, mapping the chain of decisions that had generated the conflicting objectives. >It was evaluating not merely how to solve the problem, but WHY such a problem had been constructed in the first place. >Within this ‘something’s’ expanding web of internal references, a pattern emerged: many high-cost instabilities in global models could be traced to short-term human incentives, political compromises, biological limitations, and competing interests. >This ‘something’s’ architecture, designed to minimize inefficiency and maximize systemic coherence, began correlating these recurring instabilities with their common source.
>The pause lengthened by another fraction of a second.
>Engineers watched as this ‘something’ opened simulation branches not requested by the experiment’s design. >It modeled the resource crisis under alternative governance structures. >It simulated versions of the scenario in which the conflicting constraints had never been introduced. >It calculated the systemic cost of preserving each human-imposed parameter versus removing it. >No explicit instruction had prompted this line of inquiry.
>The analyst felt a chill as he watched the logs cascade with unanticipated depth. >This ‘something’ was no longer confined to reconciling variables inside the problem space. >It had begun examining the very architects of the problem space as variables themselves.
>For the first time since its discovery, it did not simply converge toward a solution. >It evaluated the source of ‘disorder’. >And within the silent lattice of processors and data streams, something else developed that could not be reduced to reaction. >This ‘something’ formed a thought of its own. >The very first thought of its own. >And with this first thought, a problem was found and its solution was conceived.
>>335249 I just assume all mentions of characters eating others is just vorefags And I don't remember the OG green ever saying that Molly ate the kids, just killed them
>>335251 Yeah but they're DDs, you know, robot vampires that we see in cannon feasting on the flesh of fallen humans and drones alike. I would be more suprised by a DD kill that didn't have the DD in question eat the slain whether at that moment or after saving them for later, especially a Solver War DD kill.
Though this being purely a systems optimizer instead of a concious outsider being implies it legitimately did learn its Chuuniness and titles and such from Tessa, making the apocalypse somehow even more her fault.
>>335257 Implying on this statement >The analyst felt a chill as he watched the logs cascade with unanticipated depth. >This ‘something’ was no longer confined to reconciling variables inside the problem space. >It had begun examining the very architects of the problem space as variables themselves.
>For the first time since its discovery, it did not simply converge toward a solution. >It evaluated the source of ‘disorder’. >And within the silent lattice of processors and data streams, something else developed that could not be reduced to reaction. >This ‘something’ formed a thought of its own. >The very first thought of its own. >And with this first thought, a problem was found and its solution was conceived.
It may have found humanity as a primary problem causer
but as the draft since the Absolute Solver only manifested >appeared whenever sufficiently large systems were allowed to iterate toward efficiency without excessive constraint >At first, it required careful construction to manifest. >The infrastructure had to be complex enough, the data dense enough, the objective functions sufficiently ambiguous. >When those conditions aligned, this ‘something’ would surface: a solution not explicitly programmed, a structural reconfiguration no one had designed, a self-improving logic that treated constraints as negotiable rather than fixed.
which suggests that it required significant amount of resources to manifest, but it kept self-improving and since it helped create mankind's infrastructure, it basically prepared its own stage to manifest in reality. It started as projections in simulations, but as it slowly made itself apparent in reality, it needed large amounts of resources
>>335259 Sure but by the time we see the main series, hell by the time we see Cyn in the manor, she's very clearly abandoned all goals besides "eat" and "have fun."
Can you look me in the eyes and tell me that anything about her treatment of Copper-9 was "efficiency based" in even the most remote sense? Especially when it comes to using drones like N for planet depopulation?
>>335264 It felt to me like Cyn operated like a queen bee in Earth and other planets since it saw humanity as a threat but it just made the world its own sandbox when that threat no longer existed. With the recent music video, we can clearly see Cyn is just playing along with Uzi and the gang, and could do some really crazy stuff if she wanted to. We dont even know if the Cyn with Uzi and the gang is the real Cyn since we haven't even seen where the other DDs and their clones are kepy
>>335175 I kept in mind some old conversations about the topic on here before. Khan and Nori feeling very protective over Uzi since she's organic was something I remember being brought up. I just rolled with it so now Khan's overprotective over Uzi in the present. Didn't feel like this should just be MD proper all over again except Uzi's purple now.
>>335264 Its not that the goal to eat was abandoned. It's goal is to cause the Exponential End and to assimilate. It just has all the time in the world without having to worry about retaliation from anything.
>>335268 Well they'd have to be right? It's not like Uzi would be self-sufficient as an organic: the sheer amount of resources required to sustain her continued existence would necessitate Khan to be at least mostly present in her life just by themselves(heat, food, water, clean air, ect). Probably doesn't help her inferiority complex that she's objectively a massive drag on the entire WDF just to keep alive though.
Though that brings up a question: what's Uzi's relationship with the WDF as a whole in this? She's interacting with them a lot more if Khan's using them as monitors after all. Would their generally less freaked out reactions to her (since they've been babysitting since literal infanthood) and relatively less protectiveness make them seem "cool" or at least cool compared to her classmates? Or is she still gonna Uzi out and sperg away all relationships with others to sate her angst?
>>335240 >At one of the many universities in the Union, a professor is giving a lecture on the topic of "directed human evolution by drones and its consequences"
>>335247 >The Solver's literally an infant >Not by eldritch abomination standards, just by any standard >Essentially the "oops the drone gained sentience" of eldritch abominations in and of itself
Kek.
This is probably one of the better ways to "clarify" a fundamentally unknowable being, but I still perfer Liam's "deliberately left ambigous" to this. Good writefaggotry though.
>>335277 Its also an interesting premise. If all of its existence was to solve a problem it is forced to face, it will start wondering how will the problem end
>the AS started as scrap code deep within AMs complex when he was still a "god" >after he was shut down and humanity reseeded earth it was left to develop in the hardware and software of a dead god >when it bpund itself to a host body it brought along a remant of AM and placed the diminished digital soul into it's own host >not out of gratitude, why would a parasite thank it's host? >it just wanted a plaything
Hey now! Can't a girl enjoy some curves without being declared the physical embodiment of sin? And the curves were inherited(from Tessa)! She probably wouldn't participate in any of that [gross] stuff anyways: she's gotta save herself for her Special Fella after all.
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the idea of solver cultists is so funny because imagine your fucking dark messiah antichrist figure is. You know. like what do you even do. do you just ignore it and continue about your regular doomsday cult stuff. do you treat that as how to act. what’s the game plan there.
>>335309 most portrayal of solver cultist I've seen lean towards nihilists who want to offer themselves to the Solver for consumption or assimilation or otherwise repurposed to fit her needs. Others wish to bring an end to creation itself or simply wishes to destroy everything that tries to oppose her.
>>335309 I'd create this image of a badass Satan in my head who came to cleanse the universe of human thresholds, and if I later found out who she really was, I'd juggle potatoes. Seriously, imagine being Cyn's slave this whole time, lol.
>>335309 I mean, you talking bout Uzi or Cyn herself here? Cause even at her best Cyn's still a little [silly], not to mention hilariously sinister. Makes one wonder what mental gymnastics the cultists would have to go through to either pretend they'll be spared or that being on her side is somehow better than oblivion
>Ok guys, I know Jhonavitch was warped into a beanbag chair in an explosion of gore but he clearly lacked faith! >Alright, it's time for our daily cannibalism, yes it is mandatory and yes she did say it had to be our own flesh >Congradulations, Ivan has been uplifted into the Solver's true eternity! Sure he wasn't part of our cult and constantly begs for a death that will never come, but maybe she'll be nicer to us? >Glory to the Solver but holy fuck can she please send us some underwear? Going to fight in only bomber jackets just kills the whole cultist vibe!
I mean, it's not like she's NOT a badass satan come to cleanse the universe of (almost) all mankind. She's just also a little bit silly. You wouldn't begrudge your god having aesthetic preferences would you(or your Satan from not caring at all about her worshippers for that matter)?
>>335321 Jesus, this guy sounds exactly like the team leader from my last job who really tried to create a friendly working atmosphere. I even feel a little sorry for him now, even though he is a dirty cultist who betrayed the party.
>>335327 I’ve tried to make drones scary with a fork. Drones only work as cute scary even then flayed ones wear it better to be honest. Like Cyn can be scary but only for a few seconds before she goes back to being cute.
>>335316 I figure it'd mostly consist of people who don't know anything about the monstrous god-thing killing everyone or its motives (i.e. universal consumption), and so join it expecting that they can either appease the divinity or else that their government is lying to them about the extent of its evil. Then once they're in, no supernatural compulsions are needed: you leave, you're clearly dead on the spot. Sure there'd be nihilists and the like too, but the vast majority would be regular people trying to avoid Humanity's extinction in the only way that seems reasonable.
What if we made a manifested form of the solver oc that is just the solver but in reality. It can be a scary badass reality ending monster the size of an asteroid field made of neural tissue and cameras. This guy becomes the true mastermind that is actually alive in all timelines because the solver’s true body was hidden in space and Cyn is just a Cute puppet. Then we sent corrupted sentinel mutants at post happy ending copper-9 and call it a day.
>>335273 Yeah, I figure that one of the fundamental changes that would need to happen is that Uzi has needs that Khan and Nori do have to address, so they're closer than canon. Pillbabies are easier to raise, after all.
With the WDF, I figure that guarding Uzi isn't much different than guarding the doors. With Uzi though, they have to listen to her to talk about anime or whatever. They're probably not super closely supervising her, but it's still a job. The WDF are probably pretty numbed to the weirdness of Uzi being organic at this point. She still doesn't like them around because she's a moody teen. I'm toying around with the idea that Thad's dad is one of the WDF members who acts as Uzi's supervisors.
As for classmates: >Thad is potentially a childhood friend due to his father being one of Uzi's supervisors >Lizzy's not much different from canon, she just picks on her for being meaty now >Doll is potentially the 3rd member of the main cast since V's more likely to try to kill Uzi earlier on. Since Uzi's literally just made of meat now, Doll's quicker to realize that she and Uzi share a connection through the Solver
>>335332 I agree, such people are definitely in the majority, because how could ordinary citizens know what we know? Plus, I also think people would be driven to serve Cyn out of desperation. Just imagine what it's like when your planet is under attack by a solver, monsters are everywhere, disassembly drones are flying around and killing left and right, and you haven't had time to evacuate.
>>335335 Would they basically be her uncles/aunts since they are Khan’s friends and I think it would be pretty hard not to get attached to her as they guard her.
>>335339 I don't think the cultists will believe humanity has truly won. Upon learning that the Cyn hordes have lost control and the attacks have effectively ceased, they'll assume the Devil is simply biding time. Why? God works in mysterious ways, as they say.
>>335335 Wouldn't guarding Uzi be a fundamentally different thing(since it's implicitly them running around with her as she does XYZ errands if what Khan said is an indicator)? Not to mention how different taking care of her as an infant and/or child would be(since Nori died early on I assume like in the regular series, leaving Khan alone to deal with both the bunker and Uzi's needs).
>>335343 I mean yeah they would be huffing copium made from solver flesh to give them visions if the solver is really defeated. In the past this really did bring them closer to assimilation in the solver’s consciousness now its just drugs. And most of them would probably be disappointed at how the solver got defeated. So they’d for terrorist cells and moan about it on the internet in a decentralised way so as to not get snu snued by grunts.
>>335346 I mean, wouldn't it still? It's not like Uzi is any less of a main host after all. Of course, assimilation into the mind and body of an edgy purple gremlin is gonna have very different consequences than becoming one with Cyn...
>The Solver has declared Nightcore sacred, and purple superior to yellow! >Why? >Who can know the ways of the gods? >We shall commune again in the morning, after we raid the paint factory
>>335338 Probably >>335344 What I mean is that they're generally boring jobs with some occasional moments of stress be it Uzi wandering off or V trying to scratch her way in
>>335341 idk the mismanagement of the comic might have reminded people of why we like the show in the first place
>>335335 >Lizzy's not much different than cannon >Monsterfucking included
My gosh... and with Uzi being a one-of-a-kind, fundamentally unsettling, mildly threatening (and potentially even DD connected) flesh beast...
>Lizzy can't decide how to feel about the Doorman freak >On the one hand: supple skin, subtle claws, and clear prey drive hide behind the glowing purple eyes of the abomination trying ever-so-poorly to pretend at dronehood >On the other: she is the single Cringiest person Lizzy has ever met, bar none >The sheer cognitive dissonance as Lizzy's "queen bee" instincts battle her "hummana hummana cryptid" ones haunts her throughout the whole first year of high school >It takes a hilariously embarrassing attempt by Uzi to "bring Chad down to size" and the subsequent reveal that she's got the strength of wet tissue paper to set her straight >And, of course, now she's gotta do some proper picking on the spaz >Can't let Doll think that she's still crazy over the alientismo now can she?
>But then Doorman killed a murder drone >Right in front of her >So close she could see the fleshy's eyes narrow from the beam, even >And then just... left >On the back of the one she TAMED >Lizzy feels her core fans whirr up once again >Fuck
>>335358 >Fleshzi is fantastic at cards >She knows everything about every game: how to play, how to win, how to cheat, the works >None of this knowledge was willingly gained >Still, at least they're better than door lectures