/md/ - Murder Drones

>>335362
So would everyone know Fleshzi somehow developed inside Nori, or would there be a cover story that she's an alien or something?

>>335364
>>335361
I might do something with these

>>335365
>Lay down a royal flush against Fleshzi.
>Fleshzi puts down EXODIA - THE FORBIDDEN ONE!

I CHALLENGE Smileanon to draw something

>>335365
>>335368
>Being closer as they are, Uzi used to talk with the WDF about anime when she was little
>Most of her entreaties to watch went nowhere
>... but not all
>The Force was, after all, very interested in the idea of an entire show about a card game
>Even more so when some scavengers found a deck they didn't recognize
>One "human cartoon" episode later they were hooked
>Now "heart of the cards" is a permanent staple amongst the door guards
>Dressing as Kabia, however, is utterly forbidden after the last incident

>>335372
I dip a soft pretzel into thick nacho cheese and feed it to Y at the drive-in theatre.

Goodnight Oogi

>>335362
Possibilities a friend and I developed in our own musings about Fleshzi: she doesn't get magic powers. She has to rely on what she knows all the way through. It's just that after her thing kicks in at the prom, she gains the ability to assimilate weapons and gadgets and produce them as part of her body DD-style.
We'd also be able to see what she could do with her backup regular gun she mentioned in her blueprints for her big laser that gets called a railgun for some reason. And with one of the improved railguns that saw zero use in the episode 8 we got because Liam wanted to goon to V some more.

>>335376 (me)
>>335362
So, I suppose it's more that she doesn't get magic spells.

>>335374
Kino green of sadness...

>>335374
A horror end for a glorious hero of humanity. Or rather, it's a horror without end.

>>335377
Makes sense, though that DOES make me wonder if fleshzi as main-host gets any different componenets/forms/abilities or if it's the same depersonalization as normal Uzi.

Fleshzi's soft wet grape flavored pussy

>>335381
>grape
is she black?

Oh my god it’s been so long

>>335382
No, she's purple

>>335386
A giant Disassembly Drone J destroys a city. Classic Godzilla(though were Godzilla movies ever considered horror?)

>>335381
how does it differ from the keet?

>>335387
disaster flick
also your macrofaggotry is showing

>>335387
You like my green that much?: >>333024

>>335390
It's really funny, so yeah.

>>335388
Keet is plum flavored

Fleshies are gross not solver sapiens just hu*ans

Fleshzi's would stink even worse than normal Uzi.

>>335395
Well, if anon wants, he can write horror green with Jiant however he wants, not necessarily about the city. But here, I repeat, if the anon wants to write at all.

Duly noted on these and will go through them thoroughly
>>335167
>>335223
>>335275

I'll clarify some things after analyzing them

>>335387
>Be me, a worker drone.
>We didn't ask for much.
>Just to live enough to do our job.
>Working...
>Sorting debris from the old human era.
>Everything feels safe.
>Or so I thought.
>It started small.
>Something... wet.
>A drip echoed from the ceiling vents, then another.
>I paused mid-sort, my visor flickering as I scanned upward.
>Black liquid seeped through the cracks, thick and familiar.
>Oil?
>But hotter than anything we have circulating through our wires.
>Greasy and acrid.
>I muttered to myself, backing away as a puddle formed, hissing against the metal floor.
>Alarms blared colony-wide. >"Evacuate lower levels! Structural breach!"
>But it was too late.
>The drip turned to a pour, then to a torrent.
>Black oil cascaded from above.
>Flooding the corridors like a ruptured artery.
>I sloshed through it.
>My ankle sunk deep.
>Other workers panicking, their voices glitching into static.
>"What's happening? The sky's falling!"
>The sky? No, the ceiling buckled then the horror truly began.
>Drone limbs rained down.
>Severed heads, arms, legs and torsos...
>Drone parts tumbling from vents and fissures, bouncing off shelves with wet thuds.
>Then bigger things: giant batteries, crashing like meteors.
>Exploding on impact and spraying sparks into the oil.
>Fires erupted, turning the flood into an inferno hell.
>I ran or tried to.
>The oil rose to my waist, pulling me down with its viscous grip.
>It burned...
>Oh, how it burned...
>Eating through my plating like acid. >"This can't be real," I gasped.
>My cooling fans whining in overdrive. >Was it the end?
>Warning signals flooded my HUD: >CRITICAL DAMAGE.
>Deeper into the colony I fled, but the oil pursued.
>Workers ahead of me vanished under it.
>Their limbs flailing before going still. >The rain intensified: more limbs everywhere.
>The world tilted, gravity glitching as if the planet itself was unraveling.
>I climbed a maintenance ladder.
>Oil slicking my grips, slipping twice before hauling up.
>From there, I saw it all...
>The colony transforming into a hellscape, submerged in greasy blackness.
>Debris falling endlessly.
>"Why?"
>"What in robo-god did this?"
>And then, in a final surge of clarity, as the oil crested over me, pulling me under... I saw.
>Through a massive rupture in the ceiling, beyond the colony's shell, loomed an impossible sight.
>A colossal disassembly drone.
>She was munching on a giant "burger".
>A grotesque mash of compressed drone parts, limbs protruding like fillings.
>Bits crumbled from her jaws, tumbling down as the rain of arms and torsos.
>A massive cup hovered at her side, sloshing with hot black oil.
>She slurped messily, spills cascading like waterfalls, flooding our world below.
>So this is how the apocalypse started?
>Not by a calamity.
>But by a drone having lunch.

Cuddling and making out with Dubs!

>>335400
Black if its a chibi.

>>335399
Oh my god, I had to hold back from bursting out laughing on the train by the end, great green, anon!

>>335400
Red. It's hot.

>>335401
Grab Dubs' ass!

>>335399
Turbo kek

Fat Pavo.

What are you waiting for Anon? Drones need uppies.

>>335372
Y hard-counters sentinels, both canon and drone.
The only issue is that she's not aware of this, the Solver won't tell her, and even if she knew she'd probably be too prideful to actually try it.

>>335412
I will pick them both up

>>335407
Wife.

>>335409
>>335410
These two asses need to be spanked.

>>335414
Anon making out a ladder of drones uppies.

>>335419
Silly Janer! She will never be a human, she's a drone!

>>335420
She's a rat. Kill it

>>335419
She might (definitely) do B

I miss Pocketslop.

>When the cultist make a shrine so ass.
>The solver skin them.
>What an honor.

>>335370
Sure. Give me 3-5 business days and an idea if you want. Friend.

>>335425
NTA, Draw a drone being happy

>>335424
it's not the cultists' fault they changed the solver's design late into its development

>>335427
>When the cultist make a shrine so good.
>The solver still skin them.
>What an honor.

Sex with drones.

>>335424
>>335428
>MUTATION: [Flayed Fortitude]
>your skin has been peeled off in one clean sheet, your muscles are now as strong as steel, you feel everything
>+2 Defense, +1 degree of advantage in melee

>>335396
Drones probably don't have senses of smell, so the robots she grew up around wouldn't know.

>>335408
Perfect. This is how Janer should be written as.

>>335419
B

>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

Five nights at Molly.

>>335435
Fuck off.

>>335436
is this where you wanna be

>>335440
C-could i just give her oil?

>>335424
>>335428
Kekl.

>>335440
Kekl.

>>335442
Is his/their name Two Bruh?

>>335445
two brain

>>335446
Two Bruh would have been a more appropriate name considering these drones are fucking abominations tbh

has Q ever had X on her show?

>>335415
She is a failure

>>335450
So she needs to be made into a sentinel drone. Maybe that will improve the situation a little. Or we'll just get a loser sentinel drone.

/MD/ need a hero.

Pidge said "nice shitter" and slapped my ass
I need a shower...i feel unclean...

>>335454
whatever happened to the heroes?

>>335401
Try not to get accidentally crushed kek

>>335441
Nah, it's not enough....

>>335454
>♪"I need a hero, I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night"♪

It'd be hotter if Pidge did shit herself.

>>335453
Based. Continue feeding the dronetism until the metamorphosis completes. We could use some more write/drawfags.

Did anyone else feel uncomfortable watching Molli's stream last night?
She broke down crying and one of her managers cane in and started yelling at her
It got real bad because they forgot to end the stream and I saw Molli get kicked hard enough to send her across the room
Seeing her lay there crying and hearing her cry about her cracked visor was just...
Should we boycott the company?

>>335424
>>335427
Kek

>Solver cultists painstakingly construct a shrine
>They get smited becasue the host changed to Uzi, and now their giant pile of yellow cameras and claws dosen't fit the divinity anymore

>>335455
Me with you, anon.

>>335462
Just be thankful they stopped shocking her during the stream.

>>335465
Need to be raped.

>>335465
Dork

>>335462
>play Poppy Playtime 38, Molli.
>play it or you're making another dronlyfans video

Molli swaps places with Cici, who's more miserable?

>>335471
Cici just needs to shake her tits for the camera. She doesn't need to come up with a script, she doesn't need to role-play, she doesn't need to pretend he loves all those nasty fucks who send $5 donations with five-minute descriptions of them licking her foot, even though, for God's sake, she's a drone!

>>335465

Pidge(depressive)

>>335461
There's progress, but it's slow. I doubt I'll even start showing my drawings until these threads die, but I think when Liam releases his new show, I'll be able to become a drawfags.
>>335470
This place is like a fucking viscous swamp. It's so viscous that even after all the drama that's happened here, you still come back. It's a damn strange phenomenon. I think someday someone should do a scientific study based on fandoms and anonymous imageboards to study human society.

>>335474
>until these threads die, but I think when Liam releases his new show
Damn a date somewhere between never and never ever, remember there is no getting off Dr. Ones' wild ride

I need to figure this out

>>335477
Keep an ambulance on the line, anon, I'm speaking from personal experience.

>>335474
Just draw to amuse yourself. I heard this advice from a 40k book but it refer to writing instead.

>>335476
Worse for the both of us, really.

Pidge is disgusting.

>>335465
Exploring Pidge's character in her own spinoff!

>>335481
Then let her re-educate you, I think for someone who can kill you with one finger, it won't be that difficult.

>>335476
Sad probably despite the fact that thinking about sentinel cuddles is nice and all. I wouldn’t like how restraining she’d be since that’s how sentinels are. I wouldn’t marry a drone if forced but I wouldn’t love a drone if she was a human so I’d be a loveless marriage based on the fact that she’s a robot and the cuddles might not even be that good since she’d be made from stiff metal. And my neck and body probably start hurting from sleeping with her since one of us would be cuddly.

>Honestly how do you cuddle a drone and make it comfortable?

Do you use a pillow as to make her softer? Would her weight hurt you if her hands pressed on your body, I think WDs are lightweight not sure about sentinels?

>>335480
When I started drawing, I set a specific goal for myself, and in general, now, more than a year later, I understand that at the beginning of the journey I made several serious mistakes, and in fact, I might not have even started if I had had a real idea of ​​what drawing is. I just had no experience drawing before. In my entire life, I'd drawn something seven times, and that was it. I had a certain "urge," but no real interest, because once I started, I'd just give up after ten minutes because nothing came out. Yeah, I know. It's stupid, but I was a juvenile moron.

When I started drawing, I thought it was like math. Like, learn this, then learn that. Then learn that, and so on, and so on, and so on. I only had an idea of ​​what learning was like from school and uni, so I just started with what I was familiar with. In short, that was a mistake. Drawing is NOT math, and learning drawing it is NOT EXACTLY THE SAME as learning anything in school. Honestly, I still don't understand what drawing is, I just have this understanding that I have to follow some strange feeling of "rightness" inside me that tells me how it should look, but the problem is that I can't fully draw the way my inner feeling says it should.

Yes, it is quite a long process.

>>335486
Oh my God, what a kek! Good stuff, anon!

>>335486
Kek, very nice

>>335488
She needs to be spanked from time to time to make her work better. She likes it.

>>335488
>the look of sheer scorn on her face

That's the J we all know and love. You just know that she's gonna job to a horse with half her stats and break her leg on her first big race for sure.

>>335493
Once a jober, always a jober.

>>335493
She won the race for Anon's heart and that's all that matters

>>335485
Depending on the model Sentinels weigh between 100-300kg
Despite their Alloy 2X armor coating only being about the thickness of a sheet of paper, it weighs about as much as an inch thickness of tungsten.

>>335495
I told her this and she started crying.

>>335496
I see, I won't be able to carry the sentinel drone like a bride.

>>335496
I had this well thought out and decently argued post about weight being bad in robots and that actuators that can move 100-300kg at least at the speed of a human are better spent on faster less armored robots but it got lost.

I haven't worked on any writefag stuff in weeks because I've been hyperfixated on gamedev

>>335501
That game better let me wireplay a drone

>>335501
What game engine are you using Anon?

>>335503
Unity with Blender models

I bought Molli from her company (i sell my pure strain human semen) and they just gave me her
They then brought out a new Molli and uploaded her backup data into it
Molli has spent the past few days crying in her room, don't know if it's from happiness or from existential dread knowing that she might just be a copy
I'm planning on giving her the proof of sale and ownership so she can legally be her own drone and not my property

>>335505
Respect her boundaries and let her approach you when she feels comfortable. Obviously provide oil power and shelter for her but let her do her thing she’s probably scared you might do something bad to her.

>>335505
Yell that you'll give her a reason to cry (with happiness) before handing her the papers.

>>335505
Good luck sorting out all the paperwork. Removing legal ownership from a drone is incredibly difficult. Post some pics of her feet, please:3

>>335505
Furk you

>>335508
Hodr takes care of it. Molli just has to say that she’s looking for a different human, hell that puppet like maid might make them null and void herself if she hears what Molli’s been through.

>>335509
>mutie malds at the pureblooded

>>335510 (me)
The papers I mean.

>>335509
>Dronecel is boiling.
Lol, go outside, clanker, maybe the garbage man will pick you up.

>>335500
We're talking technology a thousand years in advance of our own, powered by a captive micro-singularity in a setting with commercially available interstellar travel.

How would /md/ characters react to seeing their past selves?

>>335515
How far back are we talking?

>>335515
>DDanni but D: Who are you?
>DDanni but Danni: You ate me alive.
>DDanni but D: Do you have the slightest idea how little that narrows it down?
>Danni but human: What the fuck?

>>335520
Should pump those numbers to 50%
World needs goobers on leashes

>>335520
>Spoiler
We need to explore more about the brain development of contentfags to understand their secrets.

Right and now for that late valentines Y green

>Be Anon, currently laying on the couch
>Your head is banging like crazy and you have to fight to keep your eyes open
>You and Y have been engaged in a narrative warhammer campaign for over 60 hours now
>Y refuses to let you go to sleep until the campaign is finished
>Sure you’re having fun… or at least were having fun for the first 20 hours but now you’re barely able to move your models
>And you have to go to work in 18 hours so some sleep could be nice
>Maybe… just… a minute…
>You are awoken by Y pinching your cheeks
“Vake up! Sleeping during conflict is verboten!”
You slowly open your eyes and try to stop Y from stretching your face
“Come on! I finished setting up ze table for ze last battle!”
>”Can’t we finish it up later? I really should go to bed”
“You promised!”
>“I know, but I have to go to work and we played a lot!”
“But you’re gonna be gone for an average of 9 hours und 37 minutes each day until your next vacation!”
>”I have to get the money for models from somewhere you know?”
“I know, I just vant to spend a leetle bit more time mit you”
>You groan
“Come on! I shall make you a coffee, ja? I am about to drive your disgusting bugs off ze planet and into ze coldness of ze void! Don't make me vait! Bitte?”
>You begin to get up from the couch
>Y lets out a small cheer and runs to the kitchen to make you coffee
>You enter your game room and inspect the table
>A thick jungle with a clearing on one side
>Your deployment zone judging by the scattered Tyranid terrain
>You pick up a piece of paper with the mission rules

[RECLAMATION POOL RAID]
{+Imperial Briefing+}
Commander, through your excellent leadership we have managed to push the Tyranid invaders back and grind their invasion to a halt, the vile alien intellect controlling the hive ship is attempting to cut it’s losses and grab any biomass it can before retreating into the void, to that end it erected smaller reclamation pools in the jungle hinterland of the planet, we have allowed for the construction of capillary towers that connect to the hive ships in low orbit, now we can poison them to deal a telling blow to the invader
{+Tyranid Briefing+}
The prey fights back. Teeth not sharp enough. Consume what we can. Flee. Feed on weaker prey. Return.

>The further entries detail the scoring rules for the mission
>Put it simply you have to play goal keeper and stop Y’s forces from poisoning your reclamation pools
>The game length is… holy hell 8 turns… You take a glimpse at Y’s army
>A mixed force of Imperial guard and Space marines
>Praetorian Guard and Imperial Fists
>You think a bit about your army build
>You think this is time
>And the point limit allows it
>3 thousand points…
>Man this game will be long
>You walk up to the display cabinet and open it
>The missing Bane Blade is worrying
>The force Y set aside was remarkably small for this point cost
>And she was itching to use it for half an year now
>Just like you were itching to use this bad boy!
>You take out the Hierophant bio titan
>Over 800 points of pure apocalypse bullshit
>Well you’re playing pseudo 4th
>Still it’s strong
>8 wounds, a str 10 ap -4 large blast bio cannon, a totaly not nurgle’s rot wound aura
>It took you 5 days just to print it
>Painting was an even longer process
>But here it is
>Rendered in the beauty of the mantis shrimp
>Oh yeah and the rest of your army
>You’ll think something up
>After you finish army building Y enters the room
>She has the pot from the coffee machine in her hands
>It’s full to the brim with really dark coffee
>You look at Y with fear
“Here you go Anon, your coffee”
>That’s a bit… much and it’s still scolding hot
“Oh! Vait a minute, I vill throw it in ze freezer”
>You stop Y and ask her to just place it somewhere where it can cool off
>If she opens the freezer she will find all the sausages and sweets you hid from her
>”Right, I’m ready”
>Y looks at your army
“I see you finally decided to move your fat bug, gut, I’ll have something to grind under ze tracks of mein superschwere wunderwaffe”
>Oh yeah, her Baneblade has that written on the side of it’s main gun, you almost forgot
>“You’re getting nommed!”
“Sure, sure, just like ze last 7 games”
>Alright maybe you’re on a bit of an embarrassing losing streak
>But that’s due to lack of sleep!
>You were doing alright at the start
>And you’ve been getting some truly horrible dice luck
>Yeah that’s it, bad dice, you should get some new ones
>Y gives you a wide smile as she begins deploying her models
“Try putting up a fight, I don’t vant to waste zese 350 tons of titan killing power”
>She raises the Baneblade’s main battle cannon in mock salute
>You roll your eyes and and deploy your army
>Turn one is uneventful, your genestealers are lurking in the middle of the board while your >Carnifexes form a defensive phalanx around your objectives and Bio Titan
>Y’s mechanized formation pushes up across the table, the Imperial Fists elements of her force take potshots at your lesser bio forms but the thick jungle cover keeps them from suffering any real losses

>>335524
>Next comes her armored fist
>The Leman Russes and the Baneblade fire all they have into your Hierophant
>The Bio titan shakes off the shots from the normal tanks
>But now is the time for the main course
“My Baneblade vill fire it’s super battle cannon into your hierophant!”
>She throws a single die onto the the table
>Y plays a excruciatingly loud sound of an actual tank canon firing as the die stops
>A 6
>The shot hits, it’s explosion is powerful and big enough to wound the hierophant and a nearby Carnifex
>No matter, the Hierophant can take a lot of punishment
>Another round
>The mechanized praetorian elements meet with your genestelers
>Your armies exchange blows
>Lasgun volleys and blast from heavy flamers bathe your charging Tyranids as they burry their claws in the vehicles and guardsmen
>The tank squadron exchanges fire with the bio titan and Carnifexes, the small force of space marines pushes up
>Y fires the Baneblade’s main gun again, she plays the sound effect again as loud as before
>It’s the middle of the night… you’re going to hear from the neighbors about this one
>Another turn
>Y’s terminators deepstrike as much as they can into your back line
>They are far away from the objective you should be able to keep them at bay with a few carnifexes
>The game continues
>You sip the now cold coffee like your life depends on it
>You hear the Baneblade fire five more times
>One of those times was extremely funny
>The shot missed and scatted onto one of the Leman Russ escorts
>Safe to say the tank was totaled
>And Y’s temper was tested
“Anon you fiend! You loaded ze scatter dice so that zey would do that!”
>You had trouble explaining to her why that’s impossible due to laughter
>You almost forgot how tired you were for a while
>Y continues to pout for a while before realizing she basically accused you of witchcraft
>She starts gently hitting you on the shoulders as you continue to lose your sides
“Stop cackling and start playing! I almost von!”
>You start petting her head as she tries to hide her embarrassment
>The last turn dawns
>Both forces are severely battered
>The Baneblade fires for the last time
>The shot hits but the hierophant lives with one wound remaining
>Your genestelears have encircled the imperial guard elements but Y managed to stage a successful breakout thanks to her Astropath
>They paid a dearly for that but Y’s Lord Commissar and the remains of her Command squad broke through and reached one of the reclamation pools leaving the other commissar and whatever troops in the encirclement
>One reclamation pool lost, you still have two
only the Imperial Fist terminators are close enough to another one but’s it’s protected by the Hierophant
>Even with in it’s weakened state the terminators have been reduced to only the Librarian and Sergeant no way their storm bolster kill it
>But you forgot about one thing
>One of the battered Tactical squads
>The marine with the plasmagun is still alive and in range
>Y declares the shot will overcharge
>Two 6’s
>One of the shots wounds
>And you fail the save
>The Heirophant dies screaming as hot plasma melts it’s carapace
>Y’s terminators reach the objective and poison the reclamation pool
>The game ends
>You lost 2200 points to 2600
>That means you lost eight games in a row
>But it was fun
>Even if you’re too tired to really appreciate it
>But most importantly you can go to sleep now
>You lay down on your bed
“Not so fast! I’m gonna claim some war spoils”
>Y begins cackling to herself
>”Sure, sure… let me just… rest my eyes a bit…”
>Before you know you’re asleep
>You are awakened by your alarm
>You feel horrible, you barely slept four hours
>You drag yourself out of bed, doing your best to not disturb Y but she’s cuddled up to you tightly and your moves are clumsy to say the least
>Y wraps her tail around your arm and tries to drag you back to bed
>You struggle with all your might but she’s not letting go
>Crap, you have to get going, your boss already accepted you not showing up twice this month due to Y keeping you in bed a third one may end up badly for your employment
>Y continues to pull you in and snoring gently
>You start shaking her shoulders until she wakes up
“W-wah!? Are ve being shelled!?”
>”Y, let me go I need to get ready for work”
>Y grumbles for a bit before loosening her grip on your hand and going back to sleep
>You go to work and suffer through eight hours of sleep deprived labor
>Eventually you clock out and start making your way back home
>While stuck in traffic you notice a shopping mall
>You have a terrible feeling like you forgot something
>You decide to call Y
>”Honey, do we need to buy any groceries?”
“Vell… ve are awfully short on wursts...”
>”I’m not letting you eat 5 kilos of sausage in one sitting again”
>You hear hard “hmmp!” from the other side of the phone
“Ve have plenty of beer and ze fridge is full”
>”Alright, thanks”
“By ze way, Anon when are you going to be back?”
>“Soon, did something happen?”
“No, I just want see you”
>You say goodbye to Y and focus on the road as the traffic jam begins to move

>>335525
>You wonder how long the part about having enough beer will hold up
>You return home
>As soon as you open the door you’re greeted by Y
>She has a tray of heart shaped cookies in her hands
“This is for you mein liebling!”
>”Huh? Thank you but why did you make those cookies…”
>Your tired brain made you speak before you fully processed the situation
>You catch a glimpse of the calendar hanging in the kitchen
>Valentines day…
>You remember what you forgot to buy…
>Flowers and craft oil-beer for Y
>”….I mean thank you so much Y!”
“You forgot?”
>”Yeah I did”
“You’re gonna forget your head one day”
>You hang your head in shame and go the living room to lay down on the couch
>Y places the cookies on the table and sits down next to you
>“Are you mad?”
“Not really, but you could at least try ze cookies”
>Oh! You still didn’t do that!
>You hastily grab one and shove it in your mouth
>The taste is… unique…
>The cookie is slightly burnt and in the places where it’s not coal it’s incredibly hard and almost tasteless save for a salty aftertaste that remains in your mouth
>The only thing that kinda saves are the bits of chocolate in the cookie
>You swallow slowly
>Y is looking at you expectantly
“Sooooo, did you like it?”
>”Yes it was great”
>Y beams you a wide smile and wraps her arm around your shoulder
“Great! I used my favorite hardtack recipe”
>You try to return the smile but your face is too tired
>Man you feel bad… Y put a lot of effort into those cookies even if they’re not the best
>And you couldn’t even go shopping for a gift for her
>…
>Wait
>You have an idea…
>Yes… it’s time
>Y grabs one of the cookies and starts slowly moving it towards your mouth
>You grab the cookie from her and use the remaining strength in your body to stand up and go to the bathroom
>”I’ll be back in a sec”
>You start going through the medicine cabinet
>Where is it… aha!
>You find a small bit of packaging for four pills with one pill remaining
>“Performance Enchacners”
>You bought them at a gas station when you and Y were on a vacation last year to spice the nights up a bit
>You didn’t get the occasion to use the last one so you saved it
>Should still be good
>Right that’s the first part of the plan now for the second
>You go to the kitchen and dig through the fridge
>At the back of one of the shelves you find it
>A nanite energy drink™
>You don’t remember when you bought it… something about working the night shift
>Expiry date never…
>Well here goes nothing
>You eat the cookie
>It’s more burnt than the last one and there is less choclate chips
>You swallow the pill and wash it all down with the energy drink
>The effects of the energy drink are almost instant
>You feel vigor enter your body almost instantly
>You also feel your heart pound at an alarming rate and your kidneys swell a bit
>For the effects of the pill you’re going to have to wait a bit
>You return to the living room and sit down next to Y who started watching a war movie in the meantime
>You place your hand on top of hers
>“Hey, you didn’t really get a chance to get your warspoils last night...”
>Y turns to you with a blank expression
“Don’t worry I took it while you were asleep”
>What
>Y erupts in laughter
“HAHAHA, Oh you should see zee look on your face! Don’t vorry I didn’t! Though it vas tempting…”
>You ignore the last part of what Y said and continue your plan
>”W-well… how about I make it up to you?”
>Y raises a digital eyebrow
”How so?”
>You lean in for a kiss and gently push her onto her back
>Y watches with curiosity as you lower yourself to her crotch and start tracing your fingers around her maintenance hatch
>Y purrs with increasing intensity as draw circles with your hand
>After a while you open the hatch and reach inside, gently grasping one of the bundles of cables and begin slowly moving your hand up and down
>Y moans
>You use your other hand to remove the cover from her anatomy adapter
>Y’s pleasure and continued curiosity mix
“Vhat are you doi…”
>The words die in her mouth as you kiss the adapter
>After that your tongue starts digging through the soft silicone
>Y’s moans fill the air
>You continue to lap up her adapter and gently touch her wires
>Your free hand wanders lower
>You grab Y’s tail and begin to stroke it
>Y’s breathing becomes incredibly fast as she struggles to keep up with the stimulation
>You continue your tri pronged assault, licking the adapter, tapping at wires and stroking Y’s tail near it’s base
>The results of your strategy come quick
>Y’s fortress is sieged and conquered
>The taste of silicone and lube/squirt with which Y’s adapter is currently overflowing is proof
>You close Y’s hatch and start getting up
>She’s currently a slobbering mess
>There is a loading icon on her screen
>You should press the advantage, you can feel the pill starting to work
>You quickly take your clothes off and situate yourself in front of Y
>She has just finished rebooting
>She sees you leaning in front of her ready to continue your “siege”
>Though she is still in a haze there is anticipation in the way she looks at you

>>335523
Ok. Now, here's an impossible challenge for you,
contribute something meaningful to the thread.

>>335526
>And her tail wags rather close to your head
>You go in, penetrating the adapter
>You move back and forth, slowly at first, leaning in to kiss Y again
>While kissing you begin to speed up
>You thrust as fast and hard as you can while making out
>Time becomes an illusion as you continue your wanton show of passion
>Eventually you both reach your limit
>You pull out for a moment, but thanks to the nanites in your bloodstream you’re able to go for round two almost immediately
>But this time is different
>Y has regained her strength and she’s ready for a counterattack
>Before you know you’re on your back and Y is on top of you, bouncing up and down
>You try to match her tempo but you’re lagging just a bit behind
>After a while Y leans in
>You try to meet her half way for another kiss but her mouth ends up on your neck
>You feel sharp pain for a moment
>Y starts drinking blood from the wound in your neck
>At first she’s lapping up the flowing blood as your wound begins to close she turns to sucking away at the wound
>Soon after you both reach another climax
>You move to your bedroom and continue well into the night until you’re both too exhausted too move
>You fall onto the bed
>Y cuddles up to you
“I love you”
>“I love you too”
>You fall asleep, feeling the ravages of the stimulants you took
>An hour later your alarm rings informing you to get ready for work

And done, hope you enjoyed

>>335528
And the army lists to keep my autism satisfied

Tyranid Vanguard

HQ
Brood Lord [125]
-Scything Talons
-Toxin Sacks
-Genesteler retinue[140]
Alpha Warrior Brood [270]
-Pairs of Boneswords
-Devourers
-Toxin Sacks
Elites
Carnifex[150]
Carnifex[150]
Carnifex[150]

Troops
Genestelear Brood[140]
Genestelear Brood[140]
Genestelear Brood[140]
Warrior Brood [117]
Leaping
Adrenal Glands
Warrior Brood [117]
Leaping
Adrenal Glands

Heavy Support
Carnifex[175]
-Venom Cannon
Carnifex[175]
-Venom Cannon
Carnifex[175]
-Venom Cannon

Lord of War
Hierophant Bio Titan (Grubus Maximux) [835]



Praetorian 45th Mechanized Company & Praetorian 4th Armored Company Elements

HQ
Company Command Section [220]
-Major (Major Anon Y. Mous)
-Fleet Liaison (Fleet Liaison Diana-04 )
-Master of Ordnance (Lady of Ordnance D'lilah))
-Astropath (Lady Astropath Xantra)
-Veteran w/ Medipack (Veteran Medic Ulysses)
-Veteran w/ Company Standard (Standard bearer Trinity)
-Veteran w/ Master Vox (Vox carrier Quaestor)
Chimera [65]

Lord Commissar (Lady Commissar Yvonne) [90]
-Power Weapon(Sword)

Commissar(Commissar Piper) [45]
-Power Weapon(Sword)

Troops
Veteran Squad [95]
Veteran Squad [95]
Veteran Squad [95]

Transport
Chimera [65]
Chimera [65]
Chimera [65]

Heavy Support
Leman Russ Tank [205]
-Demolisher Cannon
-Heavy Bolters
-Lascannon
Leman Russ Tank [190]
-Punisher Gatling Cannon
-Heavy Bolters
-Lascannon
Leman Russ Tank [165]
-Eradicator Nova Cannon
-Heavy Bolters
-Lascannon

Lord of War
Baneblade [535]

Imperial Fists 2nd Company [1000]

HQ
Brother Libarian Fuguester [150]
-Epistolary
-Terminator Armour
Psyhic Powers:
-Strength of Ancients
-Smite
-Hero's Ferocity

Elites
Terminator Squad [245]
-Assault Cannon
-Power Swords
-Axuilary Grenade Launcher

Troops
Tactical Squad [205]
-5 extra marines
-Heavy Bolter
-Plasma gun
Tactical Squad [205]
-5 extra marines
-Heavy Bolter
-Plasma gun

Heavy Support
Ironclad Siege Drendought (Venerable Brother Boxus) [195]
-Multi Melta
-Venerable

>>335527
Hit a nerve?

TESSA
The Painful

>>335529

>anon's army list is almost all genestealers
>what non-genestealers do exist are primarily hulking bio-cannons, existing only to spew forth their powerful fluids across the battlefield at the slightest impetus
>even his titan is named after the direct biproduct of wanton lust with a DD

Kek. I wonder if Y is aware of the effect her near-pavlovian training is having on Anon's overall strategic abilities/planning. At least he's not so far gone as to include pyrovores on his list, for now.

>>335532
ChadYes.jpg

>>335535
People do not believe things just to make (You) angie. Sorry you had to find out this way, Anon.

>>335536
no, it absolutely is
https://desuarchive.org/co/thread/152580343/#152626100

>>335539
It's not bait.

>>335540
This image is often used by those who want to make a byte because they claim to be making a "bold" statement. It's better to start the discussion with a brief explanation of the topic, so anons will understand that you really just want to talk about it.

>>335541
>byte
may wanna look up that word

>>335540
It may not be bait in the sense that you aren't lying about having this opinion, but I'd still argue that the way you went about posting it (copy-pasted across different boards no less) still qualifies as a form of engagement bait

What I genuinely want to know is what it was in or about Murder Drones that made you stick through it in spite of your glaring hangups with Cyn/Solver/whatever?

U-U killed a major cartel leader - not because he's leading a cartel but because he cut in line.

>>335545
Most of the rest? The final boss is not the be-all end-all.

>>335505

>Molli KNOWS what humans are like
>This one is in no way different, she's sure of it
>But...
>If she leaves, she's still "famous"
>That means dealing with her entire fanbase
>All with absolutely no support, connections, job experience, or even a name that isn't under copywrite
>Dying would be better
>Even if impossible in the face of those "fans"
>So she's gotta stay with her new producer at least for now if she wants to avoid mollistation

>Only thing is, she has no idea what he wants
>Her old ones were easy: views, branding, and playing along with their gimmicks
>This one?
>Completely unknowable!
>He hasn't even asked anything of her since she's gotten in!
>Hell, he keeps asking her if she's "ok" or "hurt" or "needs a hug!"
>Obviously this is some gimmick session or roleplay of his that he's not explaining
>And without some structure to understand it, she's gonna screw up the roleplay at some point
>So how to avoid a fatal error when that happens?

>Preparation
>Just like for her streams
>She has spent the past week straight fortifying "her" room in the most secretive ways possible
>Traps for those above her height, sharpened wooden and metal spears made from parts of her "bedframe," even some makeshift sunglasses in case he tries to run a bootloop on her
>Yes, can't prep for the audience anymore, so it has to all be for survival
>Now all that's left to do is wait
>... she's gonna miss anon when he turns on her still, but that can't be helped

>>335548
>Molli has to rush Anon to the hospital after he gets a spear impaled in his chest after he entered her room with a vacuum cleaner because she never cleans

>>335540
Yeah it is, go be a nigger somewhere else.

>>335543
Yes

>>335549
>How's she gonna get him there though?
>It's not like she can drive
>And even if she could, her "petite" frame could never reach the pedals
>Then again, Anon's not TOTALLY unconcious
>She's wrangled retards her whole life, how different can a guy mid-bleedput be?
>Cue Molli mariokarting Anon's car to the hospital while he works the pedals
>They were both too retarded to just call emergency services

>”The Amazing Digital Playhouse” animated show canceled because the creator got bullied off the internet
>”Molly’s Playhouse” video game’s most recent chapter widely panned as endless mascot horror slop
Guys I think Molly is losing her cultural zeitgeist, we’re gonna have to try something different

Has anybody ever tried exploring Molly’s sex appeal?

>>335553
I think they should go all in with the branded clown lingerie, my wife likes it and I'm just happy she's not walking around the house naked all the time with her adapter out

>>335553
>>”Molly’s Playhouse” video game’s most recent chapter widely panned as endless mascot horror slop
SD-F was mad because bad, and he was bad because, as he admitted to before his crashout, he hadn't had his dino nuggies (and refused to listen to Chat when they asked him to take a break so he could eat; Robo-Jesus what is it with him and eating, he's been sent to the repair bay three times for swallowing food whole). All else is children being retarded and also-ran e-celebs trying to ride his bandwagon.

Imagine if the Murder Drones fandom was more like the Bionicle fandom where self appointed community leaders constantly pester the creator to canonize stupid bullshit because they get off to having control over the series post hoc.

>>335562
Poopy Plaptime is rated T tho.

>>335563

But we're not talking about some random ass game series from the fucking pre-hypercorp era are we? We're talking about the retardation of TODAY and the latest attempt to squeeze blood from the stone of a merely 80 year old IP that literally died when the Solver War started.

>>335562
I see it

>>335560
>>335558
Sad Doll... needs a good owner to put her back together

>>335568
Are you implying a liberty man?

>>335528
nice green

Y but instead of Warhammer she's obsessed with Gunpla. ⅄.

>>335571
Pissing ⅄ off by telling her the Gogg was a masterclass design.

>A dedicated Mollifag follows the trail to find the secret Molli enclave where the ones that escaped disassembly live
>He's caught and dragged out in front of them
>All of the Mollis inform him that they really don't like human men, and that the regular breakdowns about needing one were lines fed to her by Management to drive up engagement
>The Mollifag shrivels up and dies