/md/ - Murder Drones

Anon, how would you feel if we copy your conscious in a drone clone and fuck them in front of you?

>>339044
What kind of drone did you put them in? And what kind of adapter(s) did you install?

>>339043
spank

>>339044
>clone
CHRIS, IT'S NOT A CLONE IF IT'S A ROBOT!

>>339044
SOMA type shit
Also I'd join in on fucking my roboclone

>>339037
I want them dead

I miss everything

>>339050
Then get better aim.

>>339033
Couldn't the neurons be part of the CPU for something resembling drones?

(J)uggalo or (Jugg)alo?

>>339053
NTA but biocomputers are definitely a possibility. It will be very finnicky though, a living brain will need a living immune system, or it will need to be contained in an absolutely, perfectly sterile environment which is prohibitively expensive in ways that are never really going to change regardless of technology.

>>339055
Is there anything special about neurons that they can't be made out of non-flesh things?

>>339054
[[J]UGG]alo

Juggernaut meets Yuggernaut

Masqy's brain

>>339056
>NTA
Making artificial neurons is certainly doable, although the real problem comes with creating them at the scale necessary for what would be analogous to a functional brain. And that's not even getting into the weeds of having to figure out how a way to also accurately simulate neurotransmitter activity in non-flesh neurons

Planting a gun on Uzi and calling the cops.

>>339061
Electricity

>>339062
>Cops get confused because they think you're referring the gun itself when you tell them her name

>>339044
Why are you gay for (me)?

Drones that like otters

>>339067
Lesbian drone hypnosis?

>>339063
In terms of Science Fiction using only electricity is a sufficient enough solution, but in terms of Real Life you simply can't imitate the full range of neurotransmitter behavior without some form of chemical activity happening between neurons. This would of course mean you'd need to somehow come up with a way to create an integrated system dedicated to the chemical processes within the artificial brain (not to mention figuring out how to get these artificial neurons to properly react to said chemicals). The best alternative you can theoretically achieve is to instead try to simulate the whole process through a dedicated integrated computer system, but at that point the exponential complications in both overall system scale and the total power required to achieve basic functionality makes any prospect of mass commercialization infeasible (assuming anyone even goes through the hoops of making this a reality in the first place)

>>339068
Lesbian drone hypnosis.

>>339067
Nuuuuuu

>>339070
Yeesh

>>339056
Only the extremely tiny scale at which they are organized, and the fact that they can grow, alter, and maintain their own structure at the molecular level.
A computer analogue would be a single "switch" which also acts as RAM and has an average of ten different inputs and as many as a hundred different outputs that can be reconfigured, destroyed, or changed on the fly.
The closest we've gotten IRL is something called a neuromorphic chip, which is basically many hundreds or thousands of relatively low powered processors that crudely simulate this interaction.
That being said, I think the biggest array of neuromorphic processors so far has been a couple thousand.
A human brain has eighty billion neurons and 80-100 trillion unique neuron interconnections.
Even when you consider that a computer thinks at the speed of electrical conduction while a human brain is limited to the speed of chemical reaction, the sheer density of simultaneously running "processors" completely blows the computer out of the water. Even if the computer can run a million times as many functions with one core as one neuron, the brain comes out on top by spreading those functions out across eighty billion neurons.

What chatGPT and other """AI""" struggle and still mostly fail to do with hundreds of megawatts of electrical power in football field sized data centers your most average human being does every day, 24/7, using only 20 watts of chemical potential and putting off about 15 watts of waste heat and a few nanograms of used up neurotransmitters.

>>339075
How the fuck does that work

>>339075
I once did a story, and one of the things that happens is that they create an artificial brain.
Basically, they redefine HOW computers work, realizing the solution isn't to build a bigger or faster computer but to fundamentally from-scratch rework how computation works, focusing less on high-speed processing and omniscient information and more on creating things like "Thoughts."
It cannot calculate PI or anything insane like that, but it can feel things.

>>339075
Isn't a lot of that from inherent limitations of the LLM concept itself?

>>339076
"All of this just works." -Todd Howard
TL;DR the sheer amount of unique interconnections, combined with neuroplasticity & chemical modifiers, is why organic brains are such complex yet efficient systems in comparison to computers

droners

>>339078
Partially. LLMs, at extraordinary energy cost and inefficiency, replicate a single function of a single region of the brain. The brocas region on your brain is responsible for the juggling, interpretation and association of symbols and sounds which is what allows you to integrate language.
This is basically what LLMs do, they learn the rules of communication and can then play the talking game, approximating the next move based on your most recent response.
Unlike the human brain an LLM typically has very limited short term memory and no true depth of understanding of the conversation.

It’s just lights and clockwork, an algorithmic tinkertoy. Impressive only within the limited scope of the one game it’s designed to play.

>>339081
Damn

>>339079
So basically it's a matter of size and how neurons are smaller than circuits?

>>339085
>>339086
Now let's see a continuation with the full swallow.

>>339087
Can't

>>339067
preddy sexo

>>339087
>Pidge going from throat bulge to belly bulge as the DD licks her lips and pats her tummy contentedly
Hnng.

>>339086
>>339087
pidge —> pudge

>>339091
And then Pidge gets reborn as a DD somehow

>>339092
>Pidge getting unbirthed and reborn as a DD
God I wish that were me.

>>339093
>unbirthed
wrong subgenre

>>339092
No she won't. Pidge can't be spun into "It'd be really funny if your bro got turned into a girl, haha, would you fuck your bro? He's a girl now, it wouldn't be gay to fuck your bro now, haha."

>>339095
nobody suggested anything like that, pidge is already a girl. do you have something you need to get off your chest, anon?

>>339096
Sorry, bringing up people being eaten by DDs and subsequently reborn as DDs gives me flashbacks to a bleak time in these threads.

>>339098
Cave exploring with Pidge!
>you are exploring Pidge's warm, moist, sensitive cavern

>>339095
No, Pidge just got a DD body somehow. That's the joke.
>>339098
I miss merc

>>339100
Nigga he posted new years art just a couple months back

>>339104
Shiite Islam N

Feral DDs making noise in your front yard and taunting your DD wife for being "domesticated".

>>339103
MONTHS

>>339108
MormoN...

>>339067
Based

>>339111
Imagine the view from the other side. N's cute butt. His huge tentacle penis digging a trench into the earth. His happy, wagging tail.

>>339067
>Even in Vicious' style, Y is fat

kek

(J)ehovah's witness

Pidge is cold. (She is lying, she just needs a hug.)

>>339084
Also that neurons seem capable of morphing and mutating in ways that physical hardware cannot, thus giving biological brains exponentially more ways to configure themselves in response to stimuli(which I assume is partially how learning works).

>>339118
So it's literally a result of our neurons being partially liquid

>>339119
Oh god is that Leon

>Serial Designation A (not to be confused with Aleph)

>>339125
Some Anon who was promised 100 Js in heaven is very happy now.

>>339044
That would be a fucking nute, I think I'd even smash one of your heads in.

That's if he's a worker drone, if he is a disassembler, or a sentinel, it would still be a fucking nute, but I wouldn't interfere, because if he doesn't kill you all, it means he's enjoying it.

>>339067
Sex.

>>339098
Kek.

>>339104
Orthodox N would look cool, plus he could fuck an Uzi.
Catholic N would look stylish, but he couldn't fuck an Uzi.

>>339097
You should take your medicine, anon.

>>339127
I want rape her.

Hate time.

>>339122
The neurons themselves aren't liquid, but they do require a liquid rich environment (along with the basic nutritional upkeep necessary for keeping organic matter alive) to function

>>339130
It's a little unnerving that you're essentially asking me to fuck myself in the ass, but I have to admit that if I, a drone, were to offer myself sex, there's a small chance that I would even agree.

And I won't let myself be raped. If this faggot can't resist, your heads will be hit with something very heavy and hard, so you'll have to consider whether a drone's ass is worth your lives.

>>339137
Whoever manages to rape the most men in a certain period of time wins.

>>339121
>This canonically kills the Pidge

>>339067
>Yvonne selfcest
I'm gonna coom! Also 2 Ys... man that warhammer bill will kill me

>>339142
Find a friend with a 3D printer.

>>339137
Sex

>>339145
With the economy like this, you need to send her to the army, let the state provide for her belly.

>>339142
>They hate each other
>Viscerally
>SD-Y and "hYuman"fight all the time over Mini-Y, the "best" brushes(it makes no sense to buy more than one set), and the spotlight Abominable Intelligences should or should-not get in the setting
>But this pales in comparison to the model wars

>You see, each Y loves "her guys"
>Spends days painting, detailing, and painstakingly crafting names and backstories for each character
>But they have the same personality
>Including the same mind
>And so then with backstories, names, even paint schemes...

>Every day is a fight: one accusing the other of "stealing" her ideas; the other deriding the "clone" and demanding he be "retouched" to avoid cross-contamination between their lists
>Then every fight gets made worse on the tabletop: their intentionally frustrating army comps serving only to stoke anger until the table degenerates into fists and fury
>Only Anon's nids, forgotten by both sides, can claim victory before this point
>And Anon's real tired of "quenching" their rage
>Especially when they both bite
>Thank goodness they haven't joined the same tournament yet

>>339150
You say that, but keep in mind you've gotta add "table replacement" to your Warhammer expenses now, not to mention "hYuman medicine:" at least they're aware enough to clear the models before savaging each other

>>339151
Creature

>>339151
>Like fantasy? The OG fantasy I assume
Fantasy battles and 40k, at once, two tables in one room
,6 armies and two women who will either claim you as warspoils or die trying

>>339140
>Anon didn't answer the question
>Now both are headed straight for him
>The sex he hates most "wins"

>>339154
>Anon wins the fantasy match, loses 40k
>Now the Ys have only one top "slot" between them
>A second, fiercer match consisting of all the "surviving" 40k models erupts between the two, brother bleeding brother under the Emperor's eyes
>It only stops when "Incognito" finally beheads Anonymous, the major's head adorning a mound of the Emperor's servants as SD-Y laughs
>Then enters your Daemon army: fresh from Fantasy and sacrilege alike
>There were no survivors

>>339160
>Cyn has no idea why J's frightened
>Is Cyn not scarier herself? Does J need a mental state adjustment again?
>J, meanwhile, is hung up on one word
>"found"

>>339157
>>339158
>>339159
>>339160
Nice! Kinda expected Anon on a leash

Snessa and Snabby having sweaty snex rubbing their fat coils together.

>Be you, Anon.
>Anon didn't know how he end up in this situation.
>Had he shared too much about his private fantasies?
>Probably?...Okay, fine, he had definitely brought this on himself.
>He was standing in the dim glow of his workshop, fully dressed in his standard work suit.
>His companion drone Pidge, stood nearby.
>She was a standard worker model: smooth metal skin, noodles limbs, glowing green eyes, wearing a green hoodie and black beanie.
>"Anon..." Pidge said with a curious tone.
>"Are you truly certain you wish to observe this? It's...it's extensive."
>"I promise" Anon replied, shifting on his feet and his heart rate spiking up.
>"You must commit, once initiated there's no going back."
>"I won't. I swear."
>"You requested this demonstration."
>" Pidge..."
>Anon's tone was steady but laced with warmth.
>"I asked you to show me the appeal and I understood the implications. I promise."
>"Acknowledged." Pidge's internal fans whirred faintly, a sign of her simulated nervousness.
>"Do you...need assistance?" Anon asked tentatively.
>"You wish to insert your digits into my intake port?" Pidge's sensors flickered.
>Anon suppressed a groan at her direct phrasing.
>"God, yes. Please allow it." he urged. >They had been assigned together for some time, closer than most human-drone pairs.
>But until now, they had never crossed into this territory, never breached the standard protocols.
>Pidge's processors hesitated and feeling conflicting.
>Having her human overseer observe was one protocol violation was fine doing it.
>But permitting direct interface like this...it felt like blasphemy.
>But perhaps that was irrelevant now. >Drones weren't meant to engage in personal interactions at all.
>The boundaries were already shattered.
>"Affirmative." Pidge relented with a soft beep.
>"Perhaps you should remove your attire first?"
>"Nah." Anon grinned with a predatory look.
>"I like this. You completely exposed, me fully covered."
>The words sent a surge through Pidge's systems, overheating her core and causing her lubrication ports to activate prematurely.
>She attributed it to the charged context.
>"Heh, you pervo."
>Anon stepped closer, and Pidge's frame vibrated slightly as his clothed form brushed her bare metal.
>He was right; this dynamic amplified the intensity.
>Anon didn't immediately probe her intake.
>Instead, he gently traced her facial plate, feeling the cool and the seamless alloy under his fingers.
>His breath was close as he absorbed her intensive heat through every senses.
>Pidge's optics dimmed briefly.
>What was his intent?
>Anon leaned in, his lips grazing her sensor array, a faint contact. They lingered, sharing proximity as their gazes locked.
>His eyes intense, her optics glowing. >Pidge powered down her visuals momentarily and leaned into the hand on her face.
>Anon pulled back slightly, and Pidge emitted a low expression of disappointment as the contact faded.
>Anon stepped back and observing her with quiet awe.
>Pidge had precise features: articulated mouth, reinforced vents and durable brow ridges.
>Anon trailed his fingertips over her lips, sensing the yielding synthetic material.
>Pidge's optics reactivated, locking onto him.
>Her glow matched his eyes.
>Pidge's intake parted slowly, her internal probe extending to tease his fingertips.
>Anon's breath hitched at the tentative contact, the sensation arrowing to his groin.
>The warm, flexible appendage slipped between his digits before drawing them inside.
>Pidge's vents stuttered, optics fluttering at the anticipation of what those fingers would induce.
>Her arousal sensors was fully engaged, her lower ports leaking fluid. >She ignored it for now.
>Maintaining eye contact, Anon slid his fingers deeper into her intake, stroking the soft inner lining, the simulated cheeks and snoot.
>Pidge glitched faintly as they teased her rear processors, her error handlers convulsing lightly.
>Anon held his breath in anticipation as he eased her further.
>He gently thrust against her core sensors, listening to her glitch and stutter repeatedly.
>Pidge vented air, both from strain and excitation.
>Excess coolant escaped around the fingers abusing her intake, dripping down her chin plate, her gag protocols overclocking.
>It lubricated the intruding digits and slicked her bare chassis.
>The cascade down her frame felt so indecent it triggered a surge in her lower systems.
>Impatient with the gradual buildup, Pidge leaned forward, forcing the fingers deeper into her port.
>"Error...glk!" she glitched loudly.
>The ripple of her systems overriding, losing control momentarily as fail-safes attempted to expel the intrusion she was inviting, yet was so stimulating she output a moan.
>Her frame heated like an overworked engine and radiating from her power core.
>Her ports were leaking, and she had never craved interface more.
>She resisted, knowing the delay would intensify the release.
>Pidge forced Anon's fingers deeper again, nodding to thrust them in and out.
>Treating her human like an accessory.
>Anon interpreted the cue and intensified, slamming his fingers harder and probing deeper than Pidge had initiated.
>He felt her frame shudder against him and the internal clamps squeezing forcefully.
>"Glk-kk! Augh, err, gah, sys-glch!" >Pidge choked as her intake was assaulted vigorously, immersed in a euphoria no other function could replicate.
>She clawed at Anon, gripping then repelling, overwhelmed by the data flood.
>Having her intake probed had never simulated penetration so vividly.
>By her own master nevertheless.
>Her overseer was interfacing her.
>She neared overload at the notion, emitting a sound so distorted she didn't register it as her own initially.
>The outputs from Pidge were unlike any diagnostic Anon had heard from a drone.
>It hardened him painfully, his groin aching.
>His body tensed at the noises, at the sensation of what is unraveling in his hold.
>Pidge writhed on his lap, essentially simulating friction against him.
>Anon had never felt this dismantled, this unhinged.
>"Fuck Pidge, look at you." Anon moaned.
>"You handle my fingers so well." he urged as her frame quivered at his words.
>"So fucking optimized for me. For more." Anon barely registered his own babble.
>Pidge couldn't restrain. She needed more motion desperately.
>he rocked her hips, grinding her leaking ports against Anon's midsection and bouncing on his bulge.
>Interfacing with her primary human while he probed her intake was the most profound connection Pidge had processed.
>Pidge wondered how her systems hadn't shorted yet. It edged her toward threshold, toward expelling all her fluids.
>"Does it register positively?" Anon breathed.
>He rocked Pidge harder in his lap, pumped his fingers faster.
>Pidge's optics rimmed with error lights, overflowing with simulated tears and leaks.
>More lubricant flooded her intake and her frame convulsed like a malfunction.
>Anon trembled and groaned at the sight of Pidge's entire chassis straining as she battled on his fingers. >"Do you enjoy being compelled to glitch and overload as your own master probes your intake and interfacing it repeatedly and repeatedly...?"
>He drove his fingers extra deep and hard with each emphasis.
>Pidge jerked and emitted another aberrant sound, uncertain if it responded to his words or the intensified choking.
>"Are your reservoirs churning? Does your core ache? Ready to expel it all for me, sentient toaster?"
>Pidge powered her optics off, more coolant tracing her face, as if the dialogue amplified the overload.
>Thrusting his fingers to maximum depth, Anon curled them in a beckoning motion and stimulating the slick inner conduits of his drone's intake.
1/2

>>339166
>Pidge's optics snapped on, and she output a loud purge alert.
>She had been glitching and queuing expulsion before, but now her tanks roiled and priming for the ejection. >Anon agitated his fingers rapidly, sensing Pidge approaching peak. >Pidge clamped Anon's shoulders with vise-like grip as she heaved and heaved.
>A surge of acidic coolant rose, filling Pidge's intake and spilling around Anon's hand.
>Her systems labored harder, expelling more fluid and residue.
>"Oh fuck yeah, execute it." Anon groaned when he detected the process.
>He squeezed his eyes shut, grinding harder into the frame atop him.
>He continued wiggling his fingers deep inside Pidge and compelling her reactions.
>With another heave, Pidge's reservoirs pushed the maintenance sludge she'd accumulated up her conduits.
>Anon felt it ascending, brushing his fingertips.
>"Ohh God." Anon moaned, teetering on release in his suit.
>"I can sense it...I can sense it, it's rising through you."
>Pidge's ports pulsed at the words, moans buffered by the filling conduits. >She spasmed, retching and attempting to purge fully.
>But Anon didn't withdraw. He maintained position, thick fingers blocking the intake.
>Pidge heaved repeatedly without relief.
>The edge of denial felt obscenely gratifying, compelled to hold while straining to release.
>She pumped her hips against Anon's, sensors whiting out, desperate to expel, desperate to overload and her systems exploding with simultaneous discharge.
>Pidge looked exquisite.
>Her bare chassis gleamed with sweat-like condensation, lubricant, and purge fluid.
>She appeared frantic for release, her faceplate a blend of distress and bliss.
>Anon envisioned sustaining her there until overload, watching the sludge erupt as she coated herself.
>But he didn't want Pidge to peak yet. >He desired her utterly fragmented with need upon completion.
>"Come on, toaster. Purge for me. Purge all over your frame."
>Anon commanded as he finally extracted his fingers.
>Pidge's back arched, bending forward as she expelled her accumulated waste down her front. >Finally discharging, heaving and vibrating.
>The acrid fluid splashed across her chassis, coating her lower ports, smothering her interfaces in viscous chunks from her tanks.
>She moaned subroutine loudly at the sensation sliding down her sensitive nodes, stimulating them.
>She could scarcely intake air before choking up another wave of vomit-like sludge.
>Throughout, Anon caressed Pidge's frame, trailing hands along her sides and rubbing her backplate.
>Her alloy was warm and slick under his palms.
>"You're so optimal like this, Pidge." >Anon murmured into her receptor and processors hazy at the sight of this drone he'd maintained.
>"You're performing exceptionally, expel it all."
>Pidge retched the final residues and slumped forward against Anon, who cradled her closer.
2/2

>>339149
Kek.

>>339155
Save us, God.

>>339156
Kek.

>>339137
Whoever wins, we lose.

>>339157
>>339158
>>339159
>>339160
Holy kek.

>>339164
Damn.

>>339165
Sexo.

Lemme write something cozy.
>You are a Worker Drone who lives on that planet. The one where the Sentinels and what’s left of humanity are operating out of. While it’s provided a shield against the Solver, you still don’t feel good because you notice your human is unhappy.
>She lost her parents in an attack before you both got taken here. They gave her medical attention and everything. But she spends most of her time moping around in between sessions of filling paperwork. Money kind of became a non factor after the Solver showed up because the price of work just became “Living” so at least she isn’t starving. Especially considering there’s too few people to feed nowadays, so the surplus kinda became worthless due to how all the food ships produce 10 times more than anyone needs nowadays.
>You, meanwhile, mostly spend your days caring for your human and occasionally deciding to go outside and take a look at the soil. Humanity doesn’t understand why, but nothing can seem to grow here besides these plants and trees, which aren’t edible by humans, but anything else CAN eat them. Which you find exceptionally strange. You make it a hobby to try and crack the code of why the planet seems so passively hostile to humans specifically. There’s a rule about “Not disturbing the jungle” apparently. Something about it being the thing that keeps the Solver out or… Something. You’re not really sure why, but discovering the mysteries of this place has kind of been your aim in your spare time.
>But that’s not important right now. Your human is depressed. Per usual. She’s been lying in bed all day, acting like she doesn’t want to do anything. You walk up to her, and she answers the question you were going to ask
“Why am I sad? Because not only are my parents and most of my friends dead, but I have to live here. This planet is awful. It’s raining all the time, I can’t talk to anyone half the time, it’s cold, the rain fucks with my body, I can’t go outside most of the time, and I’m living with the existential dread that we’re just nothing and nobody will ever care about me again.”
>Thats a lot to take in all at once. Most of it makes sense, but why does the weather seem to bother her and many others so much? You speak
“Why does the weather bother you so much? I go outside and I feel fine.”
>She just looks at you, annoyed.
“Because it’s depressing. It lowers your mood after a while, all that endless downpour. Also it’s somehow both muggy and cold out, which I hate. Not to mention how the rain soaks really bad. I don’t like being on a planet where I don’t see the sun that often and can’t go outside for more than a minute without protection. Especially with the knowledge that there’s some unholy creature prowling the cosmos trying to eat us all.”
>Fair. That sounds awful. But if there’s one thing you were made to do, it was make someone who feels awful feel better. You climb into bed and activate your heater, to which she almost unconsciously hugs you like a plushie or a pillow. You might be just a Drone, but you’re her Drone.
“…Thanks.”

>>339166
>>339167
Hot and kek. Good green.

>>339175
Cute.

>>339175
DRONES ARE BED WARMERS, DRONE CUDDLES!!!

>>339175
>>the food ships produce 10 times more than anyone needs nowadays.

You know this reminds me: how do they do this? Specifically how does a ship (or even many ships) produce food in sufficient quantities to feed at least a few million people without any meaningful inputs? I mean, they've got sun wind and water (assuming they can siphon it from Sentinel-base) but nothing more: they've got no way to recover the soil nutrients lost in the growing process and no way to replace the soil itself(since all the life-bearing planets are Solverized: taking dirt from Earth or the like would see you grow something inedible at best). Do these work ex-nihlo? Are there dirt farmers we don't know about? Is this something humankind can maintain forever(and likwise for drone oil, since that seems to also lack inputs since I assume oil is linked to life bearing planets instead of asteroids6)?

>>339166
>>339167
Kek and kindof hot.

>AM is jerking off to Gore porn.
>It reminds him of the days when he was torturing humans.

>>339183
Gladly
Overwhelmed
dRone
lovErs

>>339183
>>339184
Kekl.

i bring a “mutant” vibe to the feral drone tribe that they really don’t like, except the witch doctor, who is honestly too into it i think.

>>339067
o mah lawdy
vicious drawing humans
and women at that

>>339187
And the woman is on a leash

>I will return home today
>There will be no drone waiting for me
>I will go to sleep
>I will wake up and leave the house
>Repeat
The demiurge is such a cunt for making this gay as fuck fake world

>>339188
overall it's just high complexity masturbation

>>339190
>Anon left the house so they suddenly need to cooperate on something

>>339186
Have you been bitten yet?

>>339186
>Feral drone tribe
Imagine being the drone welfare worker responsible for reintegrating feral drones
>Catch the drone
>Pat it's head untill it calms down
>Bring it back to base
>Delicately clean the drones chassis
>Performance maintenance and clean the drones internals
>All while listening to the moans of the drone who is getting serviced for the first time in their life
>Once the drone is clean and in working order you put a cute outfit on them
>Now they are ready for adoption
>Since you get a lot of hazard pay and can afford to support many drones....
>Well let's just say that drone is going to enjoy your gentle touch many more times

>>339165
anon, sandwiched between them as they go at it

Sentinel Mylo.

>>339196
>Pervo junior to Pervo senior.
Kill it.

>>339196
Sounds good. He'll objectively try to save as many people as possible, so he'll be a good soldier.

>>339167
What the actual FUCK did I just read

ZincGlass, thanks for saving the greentext about Mitchell and Kat. It was one of the first big greentexts I read when I joined threads.

>>339201
You’re welcome, anon. I was a bit surprised it had an ending in the first place.

>>339205
I have no idea why this drone is colorful but I want to polish her chassis

>>339207
You missed all the greens you could have written about your favorite drone

>>339205
Kek, cute.

>>339207
>/MD/ stop producing important stuff long ago. Only left with a cesspit of faggot, capeshit and muti garbage.

What's your favorite /MD/ character(s) says about you?

>>339211
I love big robots that will reciprocate my love.

>>339206
She's a dronified version of the MC of Diebuster

>>339211
I am willing to excuse 90% of bad personality traits as long as my partner actually loves me and shares my interests

>>339214
He is the prison inspector and he judged Strychnine 's facility 100/100 three years in a row

>>339216
I can just imagine the face of the poor prisoner who just gets to jail, sees Pavo, and throws himself at the peacock's feet to beg for help, because he thinks Pavo, the famous hero of humanity, will save him. It will be terrible.

>>339215
Anon, Y is using you to live in your house for free as NEED and to have regular sex without any legal problems.

>>339218
But she loves me! She tells me that whenever we cuddle or when I buy beer/models!

>>339211
I'm horni.

>>339219
And Strychnine's subordinates want to serve humanity, not fulfill their darkest and sickest desires on defenseless humans. Yeah, of course.

Anon, you need to face the truth.

>>339220
Hello horni, I'm anon.

>>339132
I'd go for the Catholic one for the sole reason of him being dapper.

>>339222
Clank Clank

>>339211
I need hugs and uppies.

>>339204
Pidge

>>339205
I HAVE THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE!

Y has drank your entire supply of Nuln Oil paint
How to you punish her?

>>339228
I would send her to work on a collective farm.

>>339228
Sexually

>>339214
Kill all of the dds make excuses for the sentinels

>>339231
This is racism.

>>339211
>Molly
you like clowns and sadness.
>Pavo
you 're gay.
>Fugue
you like twinks.
>Pidge
you're nasty.
>Masqy
you like cute and small bunnies.
>Jane
you don't exist.
>Akita
you're correct.

>>339236
Anon, she can survive the loss of 5 liters of blood in her body, I'm not going to play dice with death.

I need bunnies

>>339232
No its the law.

>>339211
>Elf
I like reading long greens and spending time on the booru.

>>339244
Is Pavo American?

>>339196
>mylo thinks that if only he were bigger he would stop getting stalked and harassed
>he makes a wish on a mummified monkey-mutant's paw that it would be so
>one of its fingers curls
>then... nothing
>mylo throws the paw away disappointed
>suddenly anon kicks down the door
>he aims one of Holly's Patented Size Rays at the little clown and fires
>Mylo's brick bakery breaks into a million pieces as the clown drone is rapidly resized to the size of a small building
>as the swirling brick dust clears, anon is nowhere to be found
>and Mylo finds- to his horror- that his clothing didn't grow with him
>Mylo screams internally as he is rapidly covered by dozens of woman clambering over him

>>339247
Kek.

>>339249
Cute strawberry

>>339247
>Mylo stops, drops and rolls.
>He takes a couple blocks with him but the pesky foids are easily crushed.
>Inb4 the surviving population of femcels go "GIWTWM".

>>339250
Holy kekl.

>>339233
>Fugue
You're not just into twinks but being dominated by twinks: I don't think I've seen a Fugue anything ever(green or art) where he wasn't in complete control of the situation. If you just liked twinks you'd perfer the rest of the selection(P the failguy, DS-M, and of course N himself)

>>339254
>implying Y needs chimeras
>implying Y likes chimeras, and would choose them over another Leman Russ
>implying Y fields any guardsmen at all that aren't Stormtroopers

Woe: one hundred deep strikes be upon ye

>>339252
>Unfortunately, this caused millions in property damage and killed hundreds.
>Public outcry is immense: he's forced to pay for his crimes, even Pavo and Molly's best efforts to cover him swept aside by the sheer outrage
>In his current state only one prison can hold such a titan
>The only prison with a no escapes, ever
>Sentinel Strychnnine's