/md/ - Murder Drones

>>336296
>budget
turn yourself into money

Moolly?
I honestly just want art of Molly with big fat tits wearing a cow print bikini

>>336298
>begging for art

>>336298
Can’t draw tits anon, won’t happen.

>>336292
a creature

>>336301
sporting some features

>>336299
>anon says art would be nice
>begging
faggot

>>336287
A pplejack !

>>336304
Fuck off. Take this shit out of these threads.

Sex with drones would be nice.

>>336308
Ok Emily, you ain't gotta convince me.

Kill murder drones
behead murder drones
fuck humans into the concrete
place a human baby into the crib
crucify filthy mutants
spit in mutants food
launch mutants into the sun
stir fry mutants in a wok
toss mutants into active volcanoes
urinate into mutants gas tank
judo throw mutants into a woodchipper
twist murder drone heads off
report murder drones to the IRS
Karate chop murder drones in half
curb stomp mutants
trap mutants in quicksand
crush murder drones in a trash compactor
liquify mutants in a vat of acid
eat murder drones
dissect mutants
exterminate mutants in the gas chamber
stomp mutant skulls with steel-toed boots
cremate murder drones in the oven
lobotomize mutants
mandatory marriages for humans
grind mutant fetuses in the garbage disposal
drown mutants in fried chicken grease
vaporize murder drones with a raygun
kick old mutants down the stairs
feed mutants to alligators
slice murder drones with a katana

Oh hey... a new thread... without any rape, lets fix that!

>>331975
>A few hours pass
>You tried getting some sleep but it was no use
>You’re still tired but not to the point of passing out anymore
>And the things you went through…
>Your mind tries to block them out but the memories seep through the cracks of your psyche
>You feel…
>Dirty
>Violated
>Like a piece of meat thrown to a pack of dogs
>You didn’t get any sleep
>You’re limbs are still sore
>You hear a knock on your door
“Hey buddy! I’m back… oh you’re still in rough shape I see”
>You try to nod but you can’t move your head without it hurting like hell
“Wow! The warden didn’t pull any punches huh? That’s bad! You’ll have trouble learning stuff like this!”
>So can you stay in bed?
“Nope! This course is crucial to your resocialization! I have an idea, You’re technically not supposed to get this stuff since you’re not going to the military but…”
>He takes out some sort of container and attaches it’s to the base of his stinger
>The stinger fills up with some sort of orange liquid
>”What is that stuff?”
“Don’t worry about it”
>Before you can protest ER stabs his stinger into your arm
>The fluid is injected and ER pulls his stinger away
>You don’t even have the strength in you to yelp in pain
“Right this should start working soon, I’ll carry you to your class”
>The drone picks you up and begins princess carrying you
>You feel a strange sensation coming from the wound in your arm, a mixture of numbness and warmth
>And it’s spreading further into your body
>After a while it engulfs you fully
>You close your eyes
>The next time you open them ER is gone
>And you’re not in your cell or the cell block
>A classroom of sorts
>You’re sitting at one of the desks in front of a smart whiteboard
>There are other prisoners sitting around you
>You feel a strange sort of kinship
>All of them, man or woman are either:
>Completely deranged
>Completely frightened
>Dead inside
>Or some mixture of the three
>You’re not sure where you fall
>There are two police drones guarding the entrance
>They look rather bored
>You think one of them is playing a game on their screen
>The other has an installation progress bar displaying, meaning they will soon join their partner in whatever they’re amusing themselves with
>A worker drone enters the room
>She has short black hair with a bun at the back of her head
>Her screen is blue and she’s wearing glasses
>She’s wearing a white lab coat with a vest and skirt underneath it and she has high heels on
>The worker drone stands in front of the whiteboard
“Hello everyone, I’m going to be teaching you drone maintenance, let’s start by establishing some ground rules, first this is going to be a expedited course, to that end there are teaching aids in your desks, put them on now”
>You open your desk
>Inside you find some sort of small black box with a strap and a pair of googles
>The guards are going around the class making sure everyone wears the gadgets
>The black box goes on your arm and you put the googles on
“Excellent, these should help you pay attention, secondly this course will be finished with a test, if you fail this test your incarceration will be extended, do you understand?”
>You and the other prisoners nod
“Great! I’ll give you all books that have everything you need to know, they are yours to keep and I advise you to study them in your free time”
>She places a book on your desk
>It’s a rather hefty tome
>It has a yellow paperback cover
[Drone repair and maintenance for dummies 15nth edition]
>There is a sticker on the right bottom corner of the cover
>It has a drone with blue hair and a red screen on it giving the viewer a thumbs up and “Needy Drone Approved” written bellow
>The lesson starts
>You try to listen and watch the presentation the worker is giving you but your eyes start to wander around the room to try and distract yourself from how stressed you are
>Suddenly you feel a sharp pain as the armband shocks you
>You jump in your seat and so does a few other prisoners
“Oh! I see the teaching aids are doing their jobs! Whenever your attention starts slipping it will be regained with a controlled shock”
>The lesson continues
>There are few more shocks during it
>Eventually the worker drone in charge of the course stops the presentation
“Now it’s time for the first practical part of the course!”
>The door to the classroom opens and a group of worker drones enters
>They are all wearing prison foreman uniforms
>The worker in the lab coat and newly arrived drones start undressing
>The now naked drones walk up to the desks
>The black haired worker climbs up your desk and sits on it facing you
“Alright everyone! As this is your first time doing this let’s start with simple cleaning, please open your drone’s hatch!”
>She looks at you eagerly
>You hesitate for a while before placing your hand on her maintenance hatch
>You fumble around for a while before the instructor grabs you by the wrist and starts guiding your hand
“Remember guys! Start by tracing your fingers around the hatch and then gently press on it”
>You follow her instructions

>>336310
>place a human baby into the crib

You want to bear human children.

>>336311
>The hatch opens and she gives you a smile
>She speaks in a more hushed tone so that only you can hear
“Great, now get in there… I didn’t have the time to get my chassis cleaned in two weeks”
>You reach into the inside of her chassis, your hand trembling
>You pull out a small clump of dust and discard it into a nearby bin
>The instructor makes a pleasured murmur
>You continue to remove dust and debris from the components near the service hatch
>The instructor makes low long moans whenever you pry dust from her parts
>You ran out of things to clean near the hatch
>The instructor is patting your head and whispering encouragement to you
“Ah...Keep going… you’re good”
>You reach in further but the shaking of your hand makes you nudge something
>The instructor recoils
“AH! That hurt! Watch what you’re doing!”
>She forces your head closer to her hatch
>You resume picking away at dirt
>You move slowly and deliberately
>Eventually most of the chassis is clean
>Only one thing remains
>The instructor drone speaks to the whole class
“Everyone, detach your partners core from it’s mounting and take it out, remember to be careful!”
>You move your hand to the side of her core
>You gently press the release of the lock keeping the core in place
>The lock clicks
>You look up at the worker drone sitting on the desk
>She gives you another smile, her hand still on your head, patting you
>You move your hand to the other side of the core and release the other lock
>You grab the core as delicately as you can and begin moving your hand outside of the chassis
>You hold the core in your hand, a thick bundle of wires connects it to the components inside the drone
>The instructor looks around the class to make sure everyone is on the same step
“Now, this is a delicate part so for maximum satisfaction…. I mean effect while minimizing risk of damage compressed air or a soft brush should be used”
>You take out a brush from the container on your desk and begin gently dabbing it’s hair along the core
>The instructor begins moaning and breathing fast
>All other worker drones are in a similar state
>The sounds awake a new found fear in you
>You start to move the brush more vigorously out of some instinct
>The instructor drone wasn’t ready for this
“Hey, slow do..AH!~”
>She lets out another moan, loud enough to get the attention of other drones including the guards as well as your fellow inmates
>She grabs your hand again stopping it
>She’s staring daggers at you, a thick blush on her screen
>You look at her like a deer looking at headlights
>You expect the worst
>She takes something out of her hair bun, a small data drive
>She forces it into your other hand barks instructions at you in an aggressive half tone
“Insert that into the port on the side of my core and keep going”
>You do what you’re told and connect the data drive with the port
>The instructors screen flashes
>You can see hearts appear in the ovals of her eyes for just a moment
>You start brushing the core again, still absolutely terrified moving your hand as fast as you can
>The instructor covers her mouth with one hand to muffle her moans
>Despite her best efforts you can still hear them clearly
>The core is spotless but you keep going, motivated by feelings you don’t quite understand
>After a while you stop
>The instructors moans have ceased
>You look up at her
>There is a loading icon on her screen and she’s frozen in her pose
>The data drive ejects itself from the core
>You catch it before it hits the floor
>You look at the drone
>She’s still isn’t moving
>Did you mess something up?
>Cold sweat flows from your brow as your mind searches for excuses you could give to the guards as to what happened
>The instructors screen changes from a loading screen to her eyes again
>You breath a sigh of relief
>The instructor looks around the room in a haze
>Eventually her screen focuses on you
>She gives you another smile
>This one is different
>More honest?
>Wider for sure
>Actually a bit derpy
>She starts patting your head again
>After a while she stops and freezes again
>Her eyes first turn into hollow ovals and then into two points so small that you can barely make them out
>She clears her throat
“Ok everyone! That’s enough! Put your partners core back in!”
>You place the core back into it’s mounting point and lock it in place
>You take your hand out of the hatch and close it
“That’s enough for today! See you all tomorrow”
>She takes the data drive from your hand and whispers into your ear
“You did great! The warden was right, you have potential”
>She gets off the desk and goes to get dressed
>The mere mention of the warden was enough to send shivers down your spine
>You start hyperventilating and your vision becomes blurry
>You shake your head and snap out
>You look around the classroom
>All of the drones including the guards are looking at the instructor with burning jealousy
>You and the other prisoners take your “education aids” off
>The guard drone gesture for you all to leave the room
>You grab the book from the desk and enter the corridor

>>336313
>SD-ER is waiting for you
>He waves to you and starts escorting you to your cell
>After a bit he checks if you’re alone in the corridor and turns to you
>He looks nervous
“Hey, buddy are you feeling alright?”
>You feel good, whatever he injected into you got rid of that muscle pain
“Yeah about that… I uhh…. May have dosed you wrong”
>Dosed you wrong? What does that mean?
“Well uhm… you may have gotten 30 times the daily dose”
>WHAT!?
“Sorry! It was my first time administering that, I didn’t read the instruction!”
>Great! You have another thing to worry about!
“It’s not that bad! I asked around in the medbay, you won’t die!”
>That’s something…
“But,umm you will experience the main effects of the substance, soon enough”
>Such as?
“Muscle growth, bone growth, overall increase in body size, metabolism changes, sharpened reflexes, infertility or hyper fertility, balding or increased hair growth, growth of additional respiratory organs, growth of additional circulatory organs as well as possible development of chitinous plating under your skin”
>…
>He’s kidding right?
“Nope! Also, you should avoid exercise… your body will prioritize growth in areas you use a lot and the effects will be permanent so you might want to avoid non uniform muscle growth”
>Permanent!?
“Yeah… hah… but don’t worry! It should clean out of your body in about a week… though that will only stop the growth… and you’ll have to sign some papers once you get released”
>You’re speechless
“But hey! Think of the upsides! You’ll be a STUD! And banned from competing in any sort of sport”
>ER opens your cell for you
“Alright… I’ll check in with you tomorrow ok? Please don’t tell anyone about our little secret, I’m gonna think of some way of how to break the news to the warden”
>He closes the door
>You sit down on your bed
>FUCK
>You…
>You don’t want to think about this
>No
>This isn’t happening
>What isn’t happening?
>You start reading the book you got to take your mind off things
>It has… some effect
>You pass the time and the feelings of dread and fear are relegated to the back of your head
>That is until you hear the intercom turn on
“Curfew in 10 minutes everybody! Get ready~”
>No, nuh uh, this is not happening
>Nope!
>No
>You continue reading the book
>The lights turn off
>The cell door opens
>No
>Nothing is happening
>You stare in the general direction of the open book
>After a while of staring into the darkness a blue light illuminates you
“How is my favorite technician in training doing?”
>The voice makes you begin to tear up
“Ohh! I see you’re one diligent student!”
>The book is torn out of your hands
“Ohhh… but that’s one of the early chapters! You’ll have to step it up a notch”
>Strychnine grabs you by the throat and forces you onto the cold floor
“Listen, I chose you for a small test program of mine, you’re going to ace that test in record time, or >I’m going to extend your stay here indefinitely, do you understand”
>You nod
“Good! Then you’re going to do your best! Unless you like my company so much you’re willing to stay~”
>You can feel your heart trying to escape through your throat
“Don’t worry! I’ll help you out!”
>She grabs the book with her tail and opens it, then she brightens her screen enough to illuminate the room
“Take your clothes off”
>You hesitate for a while before complying
>You struggle to undo your belt
>Strychnine changes one of her hands into a taser and shocks you
“FASTER!”
>You move as fast as you can
>Once your underwear is on your knees Strychnine descends upon you
>She moves up and down a few times before speaking again
“Alright, this is how it’s going to be: I hold the book for you, you read, you finish a chapter, I ask questions, you get one wrong, I shock you and you read the chapter again, you get all of them right, I speed up, if we get to chapter 30 before the night ends I’ll give you a reward~”
>Strychnine angles the book in such a way that you can see the pages and you night study session begins
>It’s hard to focus on the book with her riding you at first
>You get shocked many times
>And Strychnine is going incredibly fast
>But after a few hours you’re numb down there again
>So now you can almost pretend there isn’t a drone behind the book
>But you can still feel her hips making contact with yours
>And she’s asking questions
>You haven’t gotten any of them wrong in a while
“That’s it keep it up! I can go faster!”
>You try to not listen to the cheers she makes whenever you answer all her questions
>Another chapter
>Another series of questions
>You answer them all
>Suddenly Strychnine stops
“Ok that’s all, we’re on chapter 30, and my internal clock is telling me it’s going to be dark out for 7 more minutes!”
>She stands up
>You feel empty
>You can only stare into the ceiling
“I knew you could do it! You deserve a reward! But we don’t have much time… and you’re all out of juice, well you’re a big boy, you can wait until next night, see you~”
>She leaves your cell
>You have enough strength to get up
>You lay down on your bed and go to sleep
>You wake up

>>336314
>Earlier than yesterday
>Once again there are no signs of yesterdays violations
>There is no fluid puddle
>Your clothes and sheets are clean
>And you’re not reeking of sweat
>You feel sore
>Not so sore that you can move but enough to be uncomfortable
>Another thing
>You feel hungry
>Incredibly hungry
>You could eat an elephant with it’s tusks and have room for seconds
>You try to ignore it to no effect
>Maybe distract yourself with the book?
>Works for a while, then the hunger is too much to bear
>You start considering tearing out the pages and eating them
>Before you can decide you can feel a knock on your door
>It’s SD-ER with food
“Hey there! I see you woke up in time for breakfast!”
>He slides a tray with scrambled eggs through the door
>You devour it like a vulture devours a cascaras
>You notice two things
>1) Your cup with “water” is a lot bigger today
>2) ER is still at the door and he could see you pigging out
“Hey so… you’re still hungry right?”
>Yup
“Yeah I was worried about that, here this should help”
>He slides a package of some sort through the door hole
>You read the label
[Supper Dense Nutrient Block, 5000 calories]
>What is this?
“Your body needs a lot more to sustain itself right now, eat this and make sure to drink a lot of water ok?”
>He slides two more packages through the door, all with the same packaging
“This should keep you going for the next 12 hours”
>You open one of the nutrient blocks and start eating
>It doesn’t taste the worst
>And you’re up for some stress eating right now
>You ate everything and washed it down
>You remembered what was inside the cup after it was too late
>After a while ER came around to collect the food tray
“See you later, I’ll take you to your next course at the same time as yesterday”

And done for now, gonna go back to Chuuni Uzi for a while from now on

>>336310
Sentinel drone or worker drone spotted
YWN be a real war machine

>>336287
Gee whiz, it sure would be nice IF THERE WERE AN ACTUAL FUCKING STORY FOR THIS CHARACTER

>>336318
people get her name wrong

>>336315
You’ve made me very uncomfortable. Good green.

>>336318
uhhh she’s haunted by a fucked up echo of beau and is hated by god
people seem to really want a greentext for her but I’m preoccupied with trying to write a different one right now
yall like weird freaky vivisection smut right?

>>336321
>by god
>In Assntitty's setting

You're gonna have to specify(Uzi, Solver, Green, ect). Unless you mean that when Alice made the thing she just threw every eldritch creature she could find in a box and hit "blend."

>>336322
>she's got greens
>check the booru
>it's a single paragraph post about marrying Alice and the lore blurb from her introduction
>and I guess this singular piece of bondage art

I guess that makes 1.17 greens...

>>336323
So asbestos is shy, scared of others, affection starved, she’s probably cracky or has something to help her with the constant suffering that is her existence.

>>336325
Yes but which of the million GODS/supernatural forces is she cursed by: she's cursed with immortality, we know that, but by what?

>>336325
Sometimes she gets angry that people can’t remember her name, other times is annoyed by it. Probably doesn’t speak on account of not liking mouths but she makes screeches and other noises.

What is her name?

>>336326
By an unresolved shard of anon, by not having a green while having greens she is in a limbo-like state. Allowing her to be immortal as long as people misremember her name.

>>336328
Abolishment

>>336331
I haven’t checked the wiki not inside the booru. Maybe there’s interesting information there.

>>336333
You're not gonna find anything.

>>336333
>expecting the wiki to include anything of value

Good luck anon, you're gonna need it.

Also for what it's worth: the wiki page on-bopru is just straight-up wrong, but that's only because it takes her sole green as cannon instead of playing hunt-down the threadlore.

>>336335
This is the major problem with "threadlore". There is no way for anyone to reasonably keep up with all of it, much less document it coherently, and above all else, it is not a substitute for an actual story.

>>336329
>Don't check threads for a while
>'Anon shards' showing up
Context??
>>336331
I'm gonna turn her into an omelette

>>336336
Agreed, but that's what greens are for

>>336338
Well tough titties, because Asenath doesn't have any of those!

>>336339
Huh, didn't think it was that old actually, thanks for the tip.

>>336336

>>234516
I found a tiny green. About her, I will use your post as an anchor for archeological endeavours.

>>336336
Asenath mentioned

>>239453

>>336343
Big green.

>>336341
Also there’s the god shards tag.

>>336336

>>257284
Insubstantial

>>336345
He ate the mushroom that make you big and green.

Turning Asenath into a grunt drone so she can be shelled and fire a mortar!

Drawfags aren't drawing enough.

>>336311
>>336313
>>336314
>>336315
Based and sex! I'm glad that new chapters are coming out again.

>>336351
Cute.

I II
II I_

>>336358
Loss

>>336293
Who is it?

>>336358
SD-I II II I_

>>336362
J ated the baby

The /co/ thread died again and only reached 100 replies, so now we need to take fairly long breaks or go completely into trash.

Hatred.

>>336364
Or you can stop using the twitter screencap website that is 100% a honeypot

>>336363
>Uzi gave birth to the anti-christ.
>Cyn rejoice in being free in the new host.
>J ate the baby.

>>336365
Your OC sucks.

>>336303
cope and seethe about it

>>336368
>AM starts to tear up after being insulted
>Hope and Cyn who convinced him to draw with them try to cheer him up

>>336370
He gets sucked up into the chocolate pipe because he's a greedy fat fuck.

>>336314
good fucked up green anon. looking forward to more chuuni Uzi

>>336375
>>336376
why

>>336375
MD branded anal beads? Which brave Femanon/Faganon will perform tests?

I have a tummy ache :(

>>336379
Kek. They seem good for biting.

>>336383
Heh women.

>>336383
Is that an abortion?

>>336383
>More of amputation fetish posting.
We already had enough of this shit, post something original.

>>336386
This kinda goes hard

>>336389
What do you define as “getting a life”?

>>336376
They just can't resist giving away the big reveal the entire story was written to set up.

>What if you had a pill
>that guarantees you a drone of your choice provided you build her/him out of the provided almost impossible to replicate parts
>And you have to dedicate 1-2 years to figure out how they fit together
>But the threads are almost guaranteed to die if you take that pill
>Would you take that pill? Would you sacrifice the threads for a drone?

>>336390
Nugget chan junior you say?

>>336394
I wouldn't because I'm completely incompetent when it comes to machines

>>336390
Also
>Blunt
Yeah, don't know how else you could describe the wire coat hanger

>>336394
>almost impossible to replicate
So it is possible, thus the only reason why the threads die off is because drones get reverse engineered and all Anons are busy clanging, good ending

>>336396
So if you weren’t you would?

>>336399
That’s a good point, dam.

Harper

>>336402
Gives uppies.

>>336404
hope I don't what, ENA?

>>336405
>>336404
Yes, what?

>>336408
Nice

>>336408
Not female

>>336410
Lizzy's bisexual.

>>336413
Lizzy's monstersexual.

>>336414
Only for monsters who could kill her instantly if they ever felt like it.

>>336418
I'm being serious. is she so freaky she'd be into being eaten by the monsters she wants to fuck?

>>336419
Nah.
Murderfucked at best.

>>336315
More of these greens yessir! Nice work writefren.

>>336364
Aw man, it was going so good too.

>>336383
>>336386
Damn. I want more.

Cyn does love you, so why are you trying to run away from her?
You don't need your legs if you insist on running, she can take care of you with or without them

>>336427
Mini fiend is that you?

>I can feel it beading at the edges of my torn plating.
>Right where the gash splits my left arm from elbow to shoulder joint.
>It should be dripping.
>It should be pooling under my boots on the cold bunker floor. >Instead it crawls.
>Up.
>It tickles.
>Not in a good way.
>Like something is tasting me.
>I’m in shock.
>That’s what my diagnosis pop-up.
>The warning keeps flashing in the corner of my visor. >Everything feels distant, like I’m watching myself through someone else’s optics.
>My head won’t stop spinning.
>The pain shouldn't be...?
>Instead it’s just… pressure.
>Wet pressure.
>I looked at it.
>Why did I look?
>Innocent curiosity or worries perhaps?
>The plating is peeled back like wet paper.
>Copper wiring hangs in red-soaked loops.
>I can see parts of my endoskeleton where the joint used to articulate.
>It twitches when I breathe.
>I can’t close my eyes.
>The HUD won’t let me.
>It’s right there.
>Shock.
>The firmware floods my systems with blockers so I don’t scream and make it worse.
>Stay still.
>I can feel the oil moving inside my chest cavity now.
>Thick and wrong.
>Sloshing against my core.
>No sudden movements.
>Help will come.
>The colony is still half-alive somewhere.
>Someone will hear the alarms.
>The flow will slow.
>Oil is not supposed to fall upwards.
>No liquid does,right?
>Only down.
>But where is down?
>My own blood feel invasive to my circuits.
>I keep staring at the floor but nothing lands.
>Why does my own blood refuse to obey basic laws of gravity. >My boots are bolted in place.
>Nothing else touches anything.
>Focus.
>I try to take a step and my knees buckle.
>I catch myself on the workbench and the motion sends a fresh gush racing up the inside of my arm.
>Over my shoulder, disappearing under the collar of my jacket.
>It should be soaking the fabric.
>It isn’t.
>It’s still climbing.
>How did this even happen?
>I was scavenging again.
>I can’t remember the exact second it tore me open.
>The memory file is corrupted.
>Just static and the taste of ozone.
>There’s a cracked vial on the bench beside me.
>No scorch marks. Nothing else is disturbed.
>It doesn’t add up.
>But thinking hurts, I must have screamed.
>The audio log is still recording: my voice layered over itself like I was screaming for hours in half a second.
>Someone will come.
>They have to. Oil is supposed to coagulate.
>Oil is not supposed to crawl up the wall.
>I was trying to patch the leak.
>That’s the last clear thing.
>This "gel" should have sealed it. Instead the oil drank it.
>I watched the silver paste get pulled into the wound like it was being inhaled.
>Then the flow reversed.
>Now it’s everywhere. I can feel it brushing the back of my neck, sliding under my visor, tracing the inside of my throat vents.
>I keep swallowing but there’s nothing to swallow. It just keeps climbing.
>Something is inside me.
>Not the oil.
>Something within the oil.
>I feel it pressing against the inside of my plating, soft and deliberate, like fingers testing seams.
>It strokes the exposed wiring in my arm and my whole limb.
>I try to scream again but my vocal emitter only clicks.
>It’s in my chest now. I can feel it coiling around my core, squeezing just enough to remind me it’s there.
>Watching. It knows I know.
>I look up.
>The ceiling above me is black and glistening.
>A perfect mirror of oil, hanging in defiance of every law my processors were built on.
>It bulges downward.
>My own reflection stares back at me from inside it.
>Except the reflection is smiling red.
>I’m not, I don't have red eyes...
>Suddenly I had this urge to throw up.
>So, I did...
>Oil everywhere...
>"Ge...tting dizz...y."
>I saw one last thing before passing out.
>My oil flowed upwards.
>Using it as a vessel she emerged.
>Taking a shape of a drone girl with red eyes i never seen before.
>"[Sorry you’re not the one i seek.]"
>That's what i heard before I collapsed.
>No drone can survive without their oil.

>>336428
You do not need eyes to see her
You do not need your skin to feel her
You do not need your arms or hands to reach out for her
You already let her in

>>336429
>>I can’t remember the exact second it tore me open.
>>The memory file is corrupted.
>>Just static and the taste of ozone.
>>There’s a cracked vial on the bench beside me.
>>No scorch marks. Nothing else is disturbed.
>>It doesn’t add up.
I can't tell what happened here. How'd Doll get inside her?

>>336431
>How'd Doll get inside her
How exactly it happened is left up to your imagination but Doil became a sentient blood inside her.

would you rather have a smol drone with beeg brain or beeg drone with smol brain?

The month is over and we didn't have a FOTM since grubs.

>>336435
I elevate Strychnine's prison complex to FOTM status, bank an Oogi power card and end my turn

>>336433
Giant E.

>>336435
We will never have another FOTM because nobody left wants to cooperate on anything.

>>336438
Well you can either develop the strychnine prison experiment by detailing what other sexual shenanigans happen there or go live in a neo-soviet megastructure and see what strange creatures and people live there.

>>336438
>translation: I don't like the recent FOTMs and am trying to sabotage attempts at making a new one

>>336436
Sorry mate but anons seem to perfer sone love with their lust: best you're gonna manage from the "rape everyone and leave" vault is a joke mine

WHALES

>>336442
as in:
A. Large Aquatic Mammals
B. Fat Drones
or C. Gacha Addicts with Deep Pockets?

>>336444
a FOTM means a burst of activity and content and in some rare cases a new mainstay for the threadlore

>>336445
Would a temporary revival in an old concept (like what happened with the god-shards) be FOTM then?

>>336445
I should be the new FOTM then :)

>>336444
>Can't you just use already established underrated or forgotten concepts?
I don't see why not. Fun Fact: This is actually what happened with John the Human when he first came into popularity

>>336443
Large Aquatic Drones please

Molly is now a labor bot

>>336451
Being a plush that Mg sells.

MY STRYCHNINE PLUSH KEEPS MOLESTING ME!

>>336454
That’s why you don’t store adaptors near anything Strychnine related.

Dangerous cuddles with V!

>>336456
>>336457
>>336458
>Anon is a terrible lover and even worse father

I slammed my penis in the drone hole.

>>336459
But the plushie is part of a deeper mycelium network.

>>336343
Drones make convenient flashlights.

>>336462
You slammed your PENIS! In the drone hole?

>>336468
Kek, very nice work anon!

>>336468
kek

>>336465
no they don't
their screen faces makes them easily visible in the dark, but they don't actually illuminate their surroundings, even at max brightness

>Cuddles and love with drones.
> Relationships where both partners are equal but the drone is slightly dominant so they can feel like they the one in charge. >Making your drone happy by doing what they want together and it being pleasant because you are with your drone and they are happy.
>Having sex with your drone for both of your pleasures but you go and do a little extra to make them feel better
>Telling your drone spontaneously that you love them, brightening both of your days

>>336468
kekkerz

>>336476
I think it works.

>>336476
Shrooms

>>336468
Holy kekl.

>>336475
It'll hurt if this happens just before the Elliot massacre starts.

>>336481
No this could be is veteran au, or perhaps saloonanon hodr. I think office au works best in this context.

>>336483
And with that I take all I said back even if I believe in it.

>>336482
Then they should soon introduce a pillbaby in order to quickly restore the population after the war.

>>336485
Why don’t you come and say that to my face you weak willed sock puppet. My drone and I are strong willed and I got neural implants specifically so I can let you in to kick your ass. By all means, why haven’t you come over?

>Tessa founded the dronestate dictatorship alongside her wife V, her bodyguards N and V and her grand vizier Cyn whom she is definitely not a puppet of

>>336483
>remember that your family should consist of 45% drones by the end of the year
Well shit guess I gotta saw off my cousin's leg to fit the quota

I should write or draw more, maybe model or build something.

>>336488
Neither of us want to raise a pill baby at the moment.

>>335897
>SC-3147’s vents still hissed with overheating panic.
>His yellow-stained hands clutching the stolen lemons like they were the last things keeping him alive.
>I stayed near the door, one optic pressed to a slit, watching the hounds shadows prowl past the field edge.
>Their barks had faded, but the air still carried the low growl of a patrol sweeping the border line.
>I turned back to him, my voice soft but steady.
>“Why did you run? Crossing sectors isn’t just risky… it’s forbidden."
>"Yellow stays in yellow. Red stays in red. Blue stays in blue."
>"You knew...The Founders rules. One step over the line and the hounds will get their next free snack.”
>He let out a broken static laugh, sliding down the wall until he sat on the dirt floor.
>The lemons rolled from his grip, one bumping against my foot.
>“I know the rules. Every drone knows the rules. But rules don’t matter when you watch your wife get torn apart for nothing.”
>My processors stuttered for half a cycle.
>Wife? The word felt heavy and alien to me.
>Like something from the old Earth books something drones weren’t supposed to have.
>“What happened?”
>SC-3147’s optics dimmed and flickered.
>“She was on harvest duty, same as always."
>"One bad batch of lemons too much sun, skins split, output down by twelve percent."
>"The hounds didn’t wait for excuses. They dragged her right there in the rows."
>"She begged… said she could fix it, said she’d work double shift. They didn’t care."
>"One stab of the tail, the virus in her core, and she was twitching on the ground."
>"They carried her off to the Pit like she was scrap.”
>He clenched his fists so hard the metal creaked.
>“I… I lost it."
>"Grabbed a pruning blade and swung at the nearest hound. Hit its flank barely scratched the plating, but it turned on me."
>"That’s when I realized my big error and ran."
>"Straight through the border markers, didn’t even think."
>"Just ran until I hit red soil and slammed into you.”
>The silence stretched between us, broken only by the distant hum of irrigation pumps.
>I stared at the yellow fruits on the floor, their bright color so wrong for this sector.
>So wrong for me to even be looking at.
>My own servos felt strangely warm, like the cheerful rhythm in my circuits had hit a snag.
>“That was a mistake,” he whispered, optics dropping.
>“Attacking them… running… all of it." >"They’ll find me. They always find the runners."
>"But I couldn’t just stand there and watch another one of us dragged off like she didn’t matter.”
>I knelt slowly, picking up one of the lemons and turning it in my palm. The texture felt alien.
>Smooth, waxy, not the soft give of apples or strawberries.
>“You’re safe here for now. The cabin’s off the main patrol grid."
>"Old storage, forgotten since the last crop.”
>He looked up, surprise flickering across his dented faceplate.
>“Why are you helping me?"
>"You don’t know me. I’m yellow sector trash who just painted a target on your back.”
>I set the lemon down gently beside the others and offered a small, steady smile.
>The same one I gave to the fields every morning.
>“Because watching someone get devoured for nothing… that doesn’t feel right. Even if the rules say it should.”
>Outside, a single hound’s bark echoed closer than before. We both froze.
>SC-3147’s voice dropped to a bare static whisper. “They’re still looking.”
>I nodded, already scanning the cabin for a better hiding spot.
>“Then we make sure they don’t find you.”

>>336490
Kek

>>336488
It'd be nice to have an J...
But all I could reasonably offer are hugs and headpats, she needs significantly more.

>>336489
My wife tesser wouldn't do that!
She's too autistic to be a dictator

>>336489
>2 V's
>J gone
Lel

>>336498
I prefer Taski Maiden or Coral Glasses, but I'll settle for ƎNA if I have to