Even in 'defeat' Cyn continues to be a bad influence.
Awesome Booru: https://dronebooru.co Wheel of so many OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf Wheel of changing modifiers: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The wiki inside the really awesome Booru: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The actual separate Wiki: wiki.dron Last thread: >>356510
>>357438 It's quite literately just Emily wearing pants and with bandages wrapped around her chest to pretend to be a boy (yes the bandages on her chest don't do anything, but she's saw this in a movie once)
>>357441 >J when she notices (you) >You're the employee of the month >At least the human one (You're the only human working in the office) >The reward for your exemplary work is clanging
Anyone got the webm from the TADC finale of Human Jax the mailman saluting the old lady he delivered the package to like a fucking goober? Such an N thing
>>357477 Oh, please, fast food? You've been paying attention, right? Everyone knows the key to success is avoiding excess these days! You have to eat cheap. J has a sandwich with ham (water added to increase weight), a paper cup of oil (found underneath cars in the parking lot), and a little bag of Cheezys™ Cheddar-Flavored Starch Bubbles.
>>357486 Too banal. The butler-hostess relationship became a cliché back in the 17th century. It's not bad, it's just when you look at it, you're just like: I'm not surprised.
>>357488 Under communism party leadership would have priority, and there wouldn't be enough materials for fem Dubses, so you'd get... Ugh... Nothing... Not even a labour bot since they're in the factories
>>357486 >Male J and Tessa are very obviously a thing >The Solver exploits this by not wearing Tessa, and instead letting J keep her as his employee benefit, as long as the team does well against an ever-increasing quota >He inevitably fails no matter how hard he works (and drives N and V), and watches her die >This also inevitably leads to him killing his peers on loop until they finally stop regenerating, then he flies straight into the sun >And then Cyn restores all four from a backup and lets them go again >J's looked around, he's seen that certain dates don't match and that there's plenty of wiped data on his systems, he knows he's failed several times, but not how many times >It only drives him to work harder >He has to keep the charade up, he has to keep Cyn amused, because if she gets bored she might wipe Tessa forever >Rebellion simply is not an option
John diet before the fall of humanity was....at best horrible and many wonder how the fuck he survived with his diet. Especially when other employees deadass catching in a sleeping duffle bag passout in his office
>Research Log-#### >Dr. Beckian is a damned fool! Humanity is on the brink of extinction and what ideas has he scrapped from the bottom of the barrel? More robot dinosaurs! Bigger robot dinosaurs! Take the robot dinosaurs and weld them onto worker drones! Project Tyrant has to be the most overengineered, overbudgeted waste of time and resources I've ever seen! God... I know the sentinels are fine examples of robotics but they were designed to be worker drone "controllers". A robotic watchdog with a strobe light attached to its head. They are not designed to be a valid replacement for soldiers or fucking tanks. Dr. Beckian however seems has fallen for the wunderwaffen fallacy of warfare. I think the polluted air might be getting to him... Sigh, regardless, Project Tyrant will likely be the last project we ever work on. Either the giant robot tyrannosaurus succeeds... Or it fails. God help us all.
>Hi, Bob, have you seen the gardener? >Really nothing? >Damn, that's the third one this month: we've been having a lot of worker drones disappearing lately. >Hey, why are you so pale?
>>357509 I think all the characters being uploaded into drone bodies and finding out that TADC actually took place in the murder drones universe all along was a little out of left field but I respect Gooseworx for being so bold
>>357509 I think it's annoying that people now have to dodge spoilers for just under 2 weeks because Glitch somehow didn't think Brazil was going to do what Brazil always does.
>>357513 glitch was already going to make people dodge spoilers for two weeks if they weren't willing to pay for a finale that should've been free or at least released simultaneously
>>357513 I think it's fair. Glitch decided to monetize the final episode as much as possible and decided to show it for price first, even though they've already made a tidy profit from fans. They'll make a lot of money anyway, so who cares.
>>357518 >N becomes a mailma(N) >has complete, unrestricted access to everyone's wives along his mail route >9 months after getting the job, there are golden-eyed pillbabies in every home
>>357523 >the neighbor's decorative lawn rock survived the glacial periods >it will not survive N's hungry belly >one day, there is a spot of dirt where the half-ton rock once was >and a very satisfied N sitting in his mail truck, the tiny vehicle's suspension straining beneath its driver and his lunch
>>357534 That would have mentally killed Uzi, which would have led to Cyn's death... exactly! Anon, grab P and go fuck Beretta! Finish the job, save the universe!
>>357535 >That would have mentally killed Uzi I think it would mindbreak her enough that she would accept both P and Anon since she doesnt wanna deal with the emotional stuff that follows.
>>357539 >>357540 >>357541 Think I might actually know whats he talking about. Corru was being talked about and i was talking about the corru thread im trying to get going in cog
Im not trying to bait people into drawing more corru, i just know we have a fair few artists here who draw corru and don't really have anywhere to post it because >only two other places with active corru discussion is Tumblr and the corru discord >Tumblr needs no introduction >The discord has pretty strict NSFW rules when it comes to any sort of content >twitter exists, but the SOUL continuous publisher of art there is amyanon >Corru is too niche to have a subreddit somehow >outside that, only private discords or here is where ive seen any sort of corru discussion Thats my reason for setting up that cog thread and why im trying to get it going, one to actualy have a place outside restrictions to talk about and two, to get its outa these threads.
>ANON! >STOP HIDING! I'm not mad! >You just got fired is all! >And you know what i said I would do to you if you got fired! >You're gonna be my house husband and you're gonna take care of our 8 babies! >So >Stop hiding >And lets get started on our first kid
I have an incredibly important and ominous lore-related question that may or may not have relevance for a particular green I'm writing: Was it ever confirmed what the floor of Lizzy's room actually looks like?
Imagine being an AbsoluteSolver-infected drone and getting sciatica or some other pinched nerve, and the normal drones, since they're not reverse cyborg vampires like you are, have no point of reference for what you're going through.
>>357546 >for the sake of "efficiency", J insists on having all 8 at the same time >her black belly is strained with the effort of hauling around her octuplets, her suitcoat and dress shirt making a futile effort in covering her rapidly swelling mammaries and giving up the effort a third of the way around her turgid belly >which is to say nothing of J's soon-to-be motherbearing hips, fashioning themselves ever wider with each day and covered only by a pair of overstretched JCJ branded panties >J rests her pegs in your arms, cooing as you massage her sore legs after a hard day of work drinking oil straight from the drum and failing to run down a worker drone to fulfill her pregnancy cravings >her tail loops again and again around your abdomen, pulling you closer >your workday is just beginning
>>357555 Doctor. Though you'd probably be hard pressed to get help from one since you're full of eldritch meat and they'd have no idea where to begin with what they're looking at.
>>357557 > they'd have no idea where to begin with what they're looking at.
>A common problem with Solver Drones, including Witches and Disassemblers, is that over time they will grow some skeletal features in their bodies. >Ribcages and vertebrae along their back and sometimes bones down their arms and legs. Muscle fibers would also start growing around them. >That also means that they will develop musculoskeletal problems like humans. >Since drone "doctors", who are more like chop-shop engineers, don't know what to do or how to aleviate the pain, some Solver Drones go to human chiropractors for pain relief and even physical therapy.
>>357544 I don't understand why anything happened because of this? Isn't that normal? It's like people gather to talk about common interests, and we don't have divisions in Drawpiles to set any strict boundaries.
>>357549 Yeah, that's exactly the same headcanon I've got as well. Figured I'd still double check for the sake of autistically sticking to authenticity tho
>>357550 :) Lets just say it'll determine what kind of leverage she's gonna be gripping (or not gripping) amidst a particularly precarious situation involving Sentinels
>>357552 I already checked the renders (both the newer ArtStation one and the older high quality Ep3 scene from Glitch Inn) and unfortunately the floor is just barely out of frame in both of them
>>357554 Honestly this is most likely the canonically correct answer, but in lieu of concrete evidence I think I'll end up going with carpet for extra narrative utility
>>357567 >draw single thing out of boredness from the art >anon becomes mind broken for no reason Is anon retarded? Or does the anon try to search for reason for hate?
Or is it looking too deep and being a soul with spite? We do not know....
>>357577 Lol, after looking at a few other more or less established threads, I saw that obsessive schizophrenics are the norm. They vary in the amount and severity of brain damage, but there's always at least one.
>>357578 >>357586 On the drawpile's chat, Ja-sin announced Bunny removed all of her friends on every platform, saying she doesn't want to be tied to her past anymore.
>Be anon >Fall asleep at the Elliott manor >Wake up >Tessa has written “Property of Tessa James Elliott” all over you >You undress >You look at your dick >Yup >Tessa’s property.
>>357597 You really aren't very good at telling syntax styles between different posters apart but I'll give your blunt retard approach to trolling some merit for the effort.
This drone will give you candy if you stop interacting with bait, come get your candy here! Do not check the contents of the candy, The Fuguecandy™ Corporation isn't responsible for insatiable lust for drones after consuming our product
>>357620 You're probably not on /v/ and /tv/ right now and experiencing the shitstorm so I'll explain. The Boys just ended with Homelander being killed by Butcher with Homelander begging not to die using the exact same words from the post.
>>357626 >/v/ doesn't play games >/tg/ doesn't play tabletop games >/g/ doesn't know shit about technology >/co/ doesn't watch cartoons >/lgbt/ is straight But /MD/, /MD/ has drones and drone accessories
Salonanon said that for every Corru there must be a drone but he did not specify that it should be the same for every other media. When all the Americans fall asleep, I'll sneak in some more SS13 and 14 references. Checkmate.
>>357546 >ask for a raise >your 8 DD children latch on to their father and flap their wings, carrying you off into the stratosphere >they land at a JcJonalds several hundred miles away and refuse to take you back until you buy them happy meals
>>357625 >>357623 is right tho, that's completely in line with The Boys' tone. A bunch of Fell For It Again Award winner MIGAcels just saw it as an attack on them personally.
>Fun Morning Canon/OC Fact: as a result of being full of eldritch meat, AbsoluteSolver-infected worker drones are heavier than uninfected drones of the same size >Beretta learned this when she and her classmates got weighed during PE one year in middle school, and she's been getting called a fatty ever since
>>357672 >wearing Mac's protective cup and jockstrap on your face like Bane >muttering complete, horny nonsense in a Bane voice as the heady, musky DD boyscent is inhaled and scent directly to your brain
>>357676 I've theen thinking about trying something out SS14 to make something Murder Drones related but my C# skills aren't exactly the best plus I don't have a NASA supercomputer to host the server at.
>>357676 I've been trying to make something to free everyone here, but yeah, can't code. And vibecoding is shit. >>357679 Does SS14 seriously need strong servers to run? Isn't it just a step up from BYOND?
>>357681 When you scale SS14 servers up, system requirements get very pricey. 60-80 player pop and you'll need at least 16GB of RAM with 6 core CPU. And let's not talk about making you're playing at dubious optimized as possible because if players start getting crazy it'll lag the server.
PLEEEHUHHUHHHH... STAWP... YOU OWE ME, ALL THE TIMES I COULD'VE KILLED YOU AND I DIDN'T, I LET YOU LIVE! I'LL- I'LL GIVE YOU JCJENSON... YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH IT... TESSA! YOU WANT TESSA BACK? I'LL MAKE HER A HOLOGRAM, MAKE HER REAL... JUST TELL ME... I'LL FUCKIN' SUCK YOUR DICK, PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!
>be you, liquidator recruit >hear that the job is super dangerous and has a high mortality rate >it's bullshit and you know it, fuckers just wanted to keep new hures from taking their jobs >you're on your first deployment to clear a mutant hive >it can't be THAT difficult right? >you're part of a team of five other guys! you'll be fine! >Dying Light Night Hunter Howl >... >what was that?
>>357699 Huh, I didn't remember seeing the cathedral also being foreshadowed as a drawing but looking back at the episode it definitely was just barely visible onscreen.
>>357723 Correction: We won't get any more Masqy from her. Nothing is stopping you or anyone else from making all the Masqy content your weirdly obsessive heart desires.
>>357735 The OG Boys comic is such flaming dogshit, I genuinely don’t understand why Garth Ennis even got a publisher, much less a show . It’s not even “realistic superheroes” it’s Ted Bundy but Superman.
>>357737 hes ted bundy but superman in the show, comics homelander cries like a baby when he tries to do what black noir did. he only really snaps towards the end and even then hes forcing it because hes your average piece of shit with superpowers, not a supervillain
>>357744 >>357740 IMO the only "no notes" take on "what if Superman was........ LE BAD?!" is Red Son's Superman, but I honestly, I liked the show's Homelander. He's Dennis Reynolds with superpowers. Honorable mention to Nolan, since he expands from "what if Superman evil?" to "what if Superman Vegeta?"
>>357744 Almost everyone in the comics are demented as he is. Like yeah the world isn’t sunshine and rainbows, but it’s like an alternate timeline where humans evolved from chimpanzees Jesus Christ
>>357748 Garth Ennis is a grown-ass man with the emotional maturity of a fourteen year old. Except not really, because every now and then he demonstrates he can act his age, he just chooses to write like a fourteen year old.
Cruelest thing N could do to V: telling some other students who fear for their lives around her about the place of insecurity and violation her bloodlust comes from, turning their mortal terror into pity. Probably also the kindest thing he could do for her.
>>357754 I honestly don't think N would gossip about V specifically to the other classmates like that. That said I can totally see N talking about the general resurfaced trauma, insecurities & violations he and the other Disassemblers suffered as part of some sort of class project. It wouldn't take much for some students to put two and two together regarding V's murderously neurotic behavior.
>>357756 Wasn't thinking a gossip thing, more that N tries to calm them down by helping them understand V and only realizes too late he said too much. >"Shouldn't have said that. Should NOT have said that."
Y's embarrassingly-large, ground-dragging, furrow-digging stinger so sensitive that a single touch can send her spewing hot gouts of nanite acid as she squirms and pants and drools like a dog.
>>357767 >Y getting hot and bothered as you use her self-sharpening, nanometer-sharp tail blade to cut your steak at the dinner table >she tries to tease you by sensually eating one of the large bratwursts you grilled, but just looks like a glutton shoving a whole tube of meat into her mouth
>>357689 Was semiregularly poked by kids who wanted to be dicks to her in middle school. A couple of them tried to make calling her 'Pillsbury' instead of Beretta a thing, but it didn't catch on.
>>357767 >Y does No Nanite Nut November >her acid regains its potency and then some >by the end of the month there is an 800 foot deep sinkhole where her tail has been leaking as she sleeps
U-U want you to get a tattoo! Which of their designs do you pick? >Kanji for "gay retard", somehow >Barcode for laxatives >Tribal sleeve, but the patterns look like penises from a distance >Tally marks on your crotch (you are a virgin)
>>357773 >at the store, at the self checkout because it's the future and even drone cashiers are too expensive just scan your own shit and consume more product you lazy faggot >U- decides to show you her cool barcode tattoo that says 'Sex Machine' >*beep* >Cottage Cheese 16oz - $3.69 >huh, you always thought drones could read barcodes
One Masqy(ish, get off my back I'm drunk) green coming up >Be (you) >A human in a cryopod >Currently frozen solid like a popsicle >That is until the cryopod system crashes and begins emergency un thawing >After you’re unfrozen you find yourself unceremoniously dumped on the floor >You’re confused and your head hurts a lot >You don’t remember much >You try to get up but everything hurts >You writhe on the floor for a bit >Eventually you manage to gather enough strength to get up >You look around the room >There are other cryopods >Their occupants weren’t as luck as you >You look at the skeleton for a while >It’s almost as if the empty eye sockets are looking back at you >You head to the exit of the room >You try to wrap your head around the situation >You’re in the cryo preservation facility in the… in the… >In the city a big one, not the biggest but a big one >You’re here… because… money, you’re getting paid for an experiment >You’re currently wearing a hospital gown and nothing else >The facility is in ruin >The corridors are covered in a thick layer of dust, you find skeletons scattered on the floor >You do your best to follow the signs leading to the emergency exit >You stumble a few times >You kneel over and vomit twice >You can feel blood in your throat >But you keep moving >The mixture of confused desperation and adrenaline keeps you going >You reach the exit door >You push on the handle with all your might and emerge outside >The light hits your eyes >You’re blinded >You feel the cold air hit your face >You stumble again due to being unable to see >You writhe in pain for a while >You feel sick to your stomach again >You vomit up a bit of blood >You almost faint >But… you remember… at least a few things >Your name… birthday… you needed the money for….uh…. >You stand up, your eyes now used to the harsh light of the sun >You look around you >You see the ruins of the city >Crumbling concrete structures covered in moss surround you >You look around yourself and try to convince yourself this isn’t happening >After some time you calm down a bit >You… need to think >You wander the ruined city >You enter a few ruined buildings that don’t look like they pose that much of a danger >You find some clothing >It’s a bit dusty, certainly at least slightly worn >And you have trouble finding shoes that fit you >But you’re able to clothe yourself >You keep the hospital gown and tuck it under your shirt and pants >The outside is incredibly cold >Not negative temperatures, but close >You also take a moment to inspect a patch of moss you came across >It’s weird >It’s of a yellowish red color with bright red spots… the spots are raised, pustules of some sort? >And it’s growing deep inside where there’s no light or mosture >It gives you the creeps >More reasons not to linger >You continue to move thought the city >You scavenge a few more things >A lighter, small backpack, a rusty crowbar and a slightly torn bedroll >You eventually come across a road that is completely covered in the mold >You don’t see any side paths, or at least not any that look safe >You move further up the road >The moss on the floor becomes thicker and less yellow and more red >You round a corner and enter an intersection >In the middle there is a great pile of corpses… no wrecks no… >You feel a sudden headache >Drones, a pile of destroyed drones >The pile is completely overgrown >It looks like the source of the moss >What happened here >You look at the corpse spire >Something is wrong… what happened? >A sense of unease comes over you >You feel a need to move as far away from this as you can >You start walking away >The walking turns to jogging >The jogging turns into running >Before you know it you’re running as fast as you can >You only allows yourself to stop once there is barely any moss in view >You’re at the outskirts of the city >You can see the surrounding forest in the distance >The trees… not trees >Bulb plants… >You feel that leaving the city would be the best course of action >You start walking >You come across more skeletons >More ruined buildings, you don’t stop to investigate them >You find a leaflet on the street >It’s in incredibly good shape
>>357781 >It’s made from… a plastic… incredibly durable, only allows for read and black printing >You read the text “Join the Iron-5 Defense force today! The planet needs you” >There is a picture of a group of soldier >You fold the leaflet and put it in one of your pockets >After some two hours of walking you manage to leave the city >The surrounding forest has begun to creep into the city >You can see the bulb plats >They’re as tall as a tree would be and they look a bit like them, but they’re not trees >They’re hollow on the inside and filled with water >You feel a bit parched >You remember something >You take out your crowbar and hit one of the surrounding trees until you brake it’s out layer >The water begins to flow out >It smells a bit like rotten eggs, but it’s fine to drink >The taste is weird, a combination of sweet and bitter >You drink as much as you can before the hole you made in the plant fills up with foam and seals itself off >Hydrated you move onward >Eventually you come across a pillbox bunker >It… wasn’t here when you got frozen that’s for sure >Still it looks to be in good shape, and the door still works >You enter inside >There front view port has a closeable cover, there is a metal chair and desk near one of the walls and some sort of hatch on the floor, maybe there is a basement of some sort? >You also find a metal box >You open it to find a single plastic wrapped container labeled M.R.E >Lucky you, you have something to eat >Hopefully, there put a ridiculous amount of conservatives into this right? >You stow it in your backpack >This place could be nice to stay if not for the fact that you’re so close to the city… and the moss >You continue to travel on the overgrown paved road >Eventually the road disappears into the overgrowth, nearby you see a military cargo truck > Take a step forward >Your feet sinks into the ground >You barely manage to free it >You remember >The planet is incredibly humid, most of it is a swamp, or a field of muddy marsh >This mud could be incredibly deep >Pressing further is not an option if you don’t want to drown in mud >You check out the truck >It’s on a patch of relatively dry ground >It’s a wreck but you find two crates in the back >They’re green from decay but otherwise undamaged >You open one of the boxes >Inside is a liquid fuel generator >In good condition >It’s portable too >Fortune smirks at least >You open the second crate >Inside there is a drone >A very small one >It’s wearing a wig with blond hair decorated with a bow, a black shirt and a pink mini skirt >The drone has a black chassis >There is a piece of paper and a small book inside the crate >The piece of paper is a requisition form “Custom order secretary drone of General Naut” >The rest is the information about the order >The book is labeled “Worker Drone instruction and service manual” >You also find a charging cable for the drone >You can fit the drone in your backpack… it doesn’t weigh much, but the head will stick out >You will have to carry the generator yourself\ >You take what you found and leave the truck >You look at the sky >It’s going to be dark soon >You need to find shelter >The pillbox might be the best choice right now >You begin walking back >The hair on your body begins to stand and you begin to feel a increasing sense of unease walking closer to the city >You reach the bunker >The sun will set soon >You enter inside and close the door behind you >You haven’t seen or heard anything dangerous, but you feel a need for some sense of security >Come to think of it you haven’t heard anything today yet >No birds… animals… barely the wind howling >You use your remaining light to read the first few pages of the manual >A sticky note falls out of the book “The admin code is 4556-BCLY” >You read a few more pages >It’s rather dark outside >You know how to turn this drone on >Might as well try >You fiddle for a bit and the drone’s screen lights up in a bright pink >A loading icon begins to spin on the screen >You hear something outside >You’re not sure if it’s wind or… something else >You close the hatch on the bunkers view port sealing it off from the outside >The only remaining source of light in the bunker is the screen of the drone >You look at the loading icon with anticipation
>>357782 >After a while it turns into two pink ovals >The drone speaks >”Hello, are you my user?” >You almost recoil after hearing the voice >It’s soft, undeniably female if the drones appearance wasn’t enough >”Y-yes?” “Could you please confirm with the password?” >”4556-BCLY?” “Password confirmed! My name is Masqy, nice to meet you!” >”Uh… hi, I’m [▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓]” “That’s a nice name, now, I’m ready to help you with anything you need” >”I… could you call for help?” “I don’t have any communication hardware, sorry” >Well that’s worth a try >”Do you know… what’s happening?” “I… I’m unable to provide you from information from after my production” >You can see the little drone is distressed >”And that is?” “3050, January 24th” >”And today is?” >The drone looks even more distressed ”I was about to ask you for the current date…” >You stay silent for a while “I’m sorry for not being able to help, I…” >You can see digital tears begin to form on Masqy’s screen >“Hey! It’s alright, I don’t really know what’s happening either” >She sniffles and looks at you >”I woke up today in a cryopod, the city was abandoned… there was this weird moss everywhere… I… found this bunker and…” >Masqy walks up to you and wraps her hands around you in a hug >The hug is warm, pleasant “User… I’m sorry, I know you’re in emotional distress but I cannot help you right now… is this at least a bit calming?” >”Y-yes, thank you” >You place your hand on Masqy’s back >It’s not as cold in here as outside but being able to warm yourself is nice “We… should go search for help” >”Yes but not now, it’s dark outside, we’ll go tommorow” Masqy nods You take the bedroll out of your backpack >”I’ll go to sleep now, could you wake me up if something happens?” “Yes! I’ll keep watch!” >”Thank you” >You lay down and try your best to fall asleep >After a while you’re waken up by a panicked Masqy “Sir! Sir please wake up!” >You get up and ask what happened “There was sound… like something howling… something angry” You begin listening >You hear something >The sound is muted by the concrete walls >You’re not sure if it’s just the wind or… >Either way it’s distant, very distant >Distant enough so that you don’t have to worry about it now >At least you hope so >You give Masqy a reaffirming pat on the back and go back to sleep >You wake up the next day >Well more like Masqy wakes you up again “Sir, eight hours have passed, it should be light outside” >You peek through the cover on the vision port >It is morning >And you’re hungry >You eat the MRE you have >After you finish Masqy tugs at your shirt “Um… Sir… I regret to inform you mu internal battery is at 20%” >Oh that’s bad! >But you have the charging cable and the generator… but nothing to fuel it with >Think think… >You know! This planet is rich in liquid mineral fuels, there was a field of pump jacks near the city maybe you could get some from there? >You ask Masqy how long will she be able to last “Around 6 hours, maybe 8 or 9 if I don’t move much” >You think about this for a bit and tell Masqy to enter your backpack >You throw the backpack on your back and leave the bunker >Right where was that oil field? >You stumble around for a few hours, Masyq does her best to point you in the correct direction with the limited geographical data she has >Eventually you reach your destination >The pumpjacks are in a state of disrepair >Maybe you could fix one? >You do know a bit about machinery >Something about your job… >Masqy helps you out >Gathers a few parts from the other pumps >After two hours one pumpjack is fixed and pumping >The oil flows to a nearby storage tank >The tank fills up slow but you’re eventual able to fill up a jerrycan you found in a nearby service shack >With fuel secured you begin to head back to the bunker >”Lucky we managed to fix this up right Masqy?” “Yes… Sir…” >She’s speaking very slowly >”You alright there?” >”Battery… at… 8%” >Oh sod, she must have overexerted herself while helping you with the pumpjack >You hurry back to the bunker >Masqy begins to flash low battery warnings on her screen >When you do manage to get back to the bunker she’s at two percent >You pour the fuel into the generator and frantically attempt to start it >It eventually roars to life and you connect Masqy to it just as she flashes a critical low power warning
>>357783 >A charging icon appears on her screen >Close one >You look at Masqy >She gives you a weak smile >”Thank you sir” >You smile back >”It’s nothing, I’m going to go fetch more fuel you stay here alright” >She tries to protest but stops herself “Don’t get hurt, please” >You nod and leave the bunker >Back at the oilfield you find another jerrycan >You fill up the two containers you have and return to the bunker >Night begun creeping in again >Masqy seams elated to see you >You top off the generator and ask Masqy how it’s going “Battery at 70% sir!” >Good, maybe you could power this bunker somehow? >Masy helps you hook up the generator to the humble electrical installation of the bunker >Surprisingly it still works and so the bunker is lit up by a single light bulb mounted on the ceiling >Great, now you won’t have to sit in total darkness >You sit down and chat with Masqy for bit >She was made for crunching number on a spread sheet, shamefully she’s not getting that soft life >The past two days have been a bit rough on you mentally >It’s good that you have someone you can talk to >You don’t feel tired yet >You decide to investigate the hatch in the floor >It leads to a small storage compartment >There’s food in here more MREs, you also find a knife >Good you were getting hungry >But you should probably ration these “Oh I could help!” >”Sure, if you think…” >Masy jumps at the opportunity to be of assistance “Great, I’m sure we can stretch this to at least two months” >Isn’t she just brimming with enthusiasm >You also find a small notebook with a pen in the basement >The writing has long since faded but there is still ink in the pen >You open the notebook and write down some of your thoughts >Sleep begins to tug on your eyes >You lay down and sleep >You wake up in the middle of the night >A noise woke you up >You hear it again >It’s a howl… a deep guttural howl like that of a starving lion “That sound again…” >You hear the howl a few more times >It gets closer >And closer >And then it stops >You listen carefully, expecting the noise to creep closer >But it doesn’t >You try to get some more rest even though you can’t fall asleep >The next day comes >You and Masqy make stock of what you have >The generator has less than half of it’s tank full >You will need more fuel >You think you saw a few more jerrycans back at the field >And there were a few ruins you saw >Maybe you could find a radio somewhere? >You head out while Masqy stays behind >You find a few things >A pair of walkie talkies, thy seem to be in working order >An extra blanket, great you’ve been a bit cold the past two nights and you’re kinda ashamed to ask Masqy to cuddle with you for warmth >A flare >And a flashlight >Great, but you could use some batteries >Oh there is a car in a ditch here >You didn’t notice it yesterday >You check what’s inside >A game console and few batteries, with any luck some of them will work >You reach the oilfield >You gather all the jerrycans you can and begin to fill them up >You grab what you can and head back >You unload your backpack and check the batteries >They work! >You can power the walkie talkies and the flashlight >You look outside >It’s around midday, maybe an hour after >You should be able to make one more run for fuel before night “Sir, are you sure this is a good idea?” >“Not much else to do, and it will free us up later” >You leave one walkie talkie with Masqy and depart again >You grab the remaining fuel and start walking back >It’s getting dark >Maybe Masqy was right…. >No matter >You turn your flashlight on and press onward >You hear something >That howl >It’s close >You freeze >You hear the howl get closer >You hear something else >Someone talking? >You look around trying to illuminate whatever is making that sound with your flashlight >You hear it again “thirsty” >Closer “Thirsty” >Even closer “THIRSTY” >You take out the flare and throw it into a nearby bush that you saw move >You see a shadow of something >And now it sees you >The thing lunges out of the bush, claws first “THIRSTY!” >You barely dodge out of the way >The beast gets ready to lunge at you again >In desperation you throw one of the jerrycans at it >It catches it mid air and tears it open >It then begins to drink from it? >You’re able to get a better look at your attacker >It’s a drone? >Some weird model >It’s big >Kinda rotund in stature >Wears a shirt with a tie and shorts >It has a wig with some sort of headband >The yellow eyes on it’s turn from the destroyed jerrycan to you “THIRSTY!” >You throw it another jerrycan >It meets a similar fate >The drone drinks until it looks satisfied >It’s only satisfied for a moment
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>>357784 >It looks around in confusion as if it came to some sudden realization >It’s gaze then fixates to you >It takes a step forward and the falls to it’s knees >It’s screen flashes a [Emotional Distress] warning and it slumps over >Against your better judgment you throw the drone over your shoulder and return to the bunker >You get a call on the walkie talkie >It’s Masqy “Sir! Are you ok! I’ve heard the howls! Please tell me you’re coming back!” >”yes I am, and I have someone with me” “You found someone” >”I guess?” >You enter your shelter >Masqy is surprised once she sees who you brought with you >The weird drone is in some sort of bootloop >You’ve never seen a drone like this >Neither has Masqy >You wait for it to reboot >After a while yellow ovals reaper on the drone’s screen >It shoots up and scrambles around the room “Who are you! Where am I? Where is it!?” >You try to calm the drone down and so does Masqy >It doesn’t trust you and replaces it’s hands with claws in a defensive posture >You and Masqy freeze >After a while the strange drone hides one of the claws and slowly taps you with a finger “Y-you’re real?” >”Yes” >Another emotional distress warning flashes on the drone’s screen and it sits on the floor “I-I’m Dubs….” >”I’m [▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓]” “Nice to meet you Dubs, I’m Masqy” >Dubs inspects his hands for a bit >”Hey...uh.. what were you doing out there… in the dark” >He looks at you with hollow eyes and responds in a trembling voice “There was the yellow haze...then the purple flash...then we woke up….most of us couldn’t take it, some started fighting the others… and then the thirst”
And done, and here we go another green that will need a continuation... but I will first need to finish Chuuni Uzi, The Prison green, The Y base green, the one about the drop test drone and SD-G, finally fucking do something about that U-U green... that Pirate Y joke green I started writing after watching pirates of the caribbean.... and I need time to paint my models, play some games of 40k and do my collage assignments... fucking kill me Also another green based on a series of dreams I had for like a weeks straight when I was 15 or something, I was in a woods in a cabin with a shotgun and hunted by wendigoos, there was a generator in the cabin, I didn't want it to run out of fuel, I always woke up in cold sweat after that happened. Also now I want a Darkwood/Neoscavenger hybrid with drones
>"Curious..." >"What?" >"All dogs were transported to the dog planet, yet there are clearly two big sweater puppies right here..." >Akita looks at you nervously as you begin to reach towards her >how did Anon know about the two puppy dog heads she accidentally flesh-formed on her chest this morning while experimenting with her body?
>>357797 >(You) playfully poke a finger against one of Akita's sizeable "sweater puppies" >YFW it suddenly tries biting your finger through the sweater whilst the other one starts barking (this kills the Keeter of embarrassment)
>>357797 >fortunately, Anon resists his urge to grope Keeter's sweater puppers >unfortunately, he grabs Akita's hand and walks her straight to Aunty J's house >J was about the right size, Anon tells her >for what? >for lingerie >a confused and slightly drunken J has her morning interrupted by Anon requesting she properly attire Akita's budding bits >J frowns, her eyes narrow, and then she sighs > a half-forgotten memory of J helping Tessa with the same problem more than a half century before >J chokes back the tears, disguising her nostalgic grief with a cough and a wave inviting the two inside >J grabs Akita's wet, fleshy claw in one hand, the other brought to bear as a waggling finger at Anon's face >"A lady must have privacy," she scolds as old etiquette software rushes to the front of her mind >Anon bows deep and low in a gentlemanly-manner as the two women head to further inside to J's bedroom >J rifles through her closet, occasionally glancing at the fleshy N-spawn sitting on her mattress nervously tapping her finger claws and kicking her feet >some part of hJ still in disbelief that she'd help someone of HIS lineage- another, gentler part reminding J fondly of her time with Tessa >J squints, her tongue pressed between synthetic lips as she finds a bra suited for Akita's unique complexion >her effort to choose a complementary color is immediately foiled by Akita's bursting into a blush of red as J's pegs click-clack their way over, bra in hand >"C'mon, up and out," J commands in her well-practiced manager voice." There's nothing you have I haven't seen before." >Akita plops to her feet, her many eyes looking to-and-fro, anywhere but the twin-cupped cotton garment held in J's hands >clawed fingers form fists, her teeth clench as Akita steels herself and reaches beneath the hem of her sweater, slowly pulling it up >J taps her pegged leg impatiently as Akita's body is slowly revealed- light purple veins crossing visible abdominals (more from caloric restriction than any exercise), a faux belly button, the underside of her ribcage and then... and then >J's eyes squint, her fingers rub her screen, diagnostics running in the background as she tries to confirm that what she sees isn't a drunken hallucination >"What the fu-" >BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK!
>Anon, J and Akita cirlce around a hastily-dug gravesite on the outskirts of the city >J had choked the mutant flesh, suffocating the unfortunate life by pulling Akita's bra tight around them until they stopped moving >after an ad-hoc mastectomy with an arm blade all that was left to do was to hold a tasteful, dignified funeral >Anon leans heavily on his shovel, gravel and dirt frozen against its surface, pondering the nature of life and unlife >Akita shivers in a now-too-small sweater, cursing herself for the horror she brought into the world which others had to clean up >J rests heavily on one arm transformed into a pickax, the other holding a near-empty and well-loved bottle of wine she had grabbed on the way >"Thish sort of thing jusht happensh around here, kid," J consoles >"Jusht don't tell your dad."
>>357813 This place has history so even though it's out of the way, people just know to come here. Helps that posting on 4 became harder and some of us don't want to bother doing that anymore
I’ll just say this, if there’s anyone here who is into coderose (N x J) smut, I’m going to be automatic friends with. Especially if J ends up degrading N heavily.
>>357826 There should be a few greentexts and undoubtedly some art to your liking on the Dronebooru, although you'll need to make an account to view anything explicit
>>357823 Speaking of Drip, I'm in a living situation where I need a dog and there's some good odds that I'll get a Drip of my own since they're pretty available in my area Very tempted to get an akita for the keeter, but that's a bad idea for a first time dog owner I've heard
>Fun Nighttime OC Fact: Beretta will never live down her childhood inability to resist the urge to hiss at people she's angry at like the vampire she is
>>357834 I think I'd go with the aussie, yeah. If you're looking at purebreds it'll probably be cheaper to go with the more common one. But I don't know much about dogs, honestly.
>Y sentence of the early morning: Anon vake up, ve're going to ze store for more models >After you roll in bed and try to fall asleep again Y hits you with the puppy eyes "Bitte mein liebling" >You look into the yellow ovals for a second before groaning and getting out of bed >Y begins to cheer
>Without warning the mouth holding Lizzy up releases her, sending the virtually naked Worker tumbling face-forward onto her hands & knees >To her surprise the Sentinel from behind does not immediately pounce forward, but rather takes a couple loud steps backwards, giving Lizzy a brief but crucial moment to take a morbidly curious peek behind her >What Lizzy sees (and quickly feels) nearly makes her OS lock up; The Sentinel curiously pushes his chattering maw between her legs on a course straight towards her wet Adapter until its close enough for her to feel the hot & huffing breath beating against it >When Lizzy attempts to question the Sentinel (with a voice trying and failing to feign concern in hopes of hiding how terrifyingly turned on she actually is) the Sentinel responds with but a single rough lick that soon thrusts deep into the Worker, forcing out a barely restrained gasp that prematurely puts an end to her questioning >The motion is almost surgically precise, with the Sentinel's long tongue unfurling its length into Lizzy's synthetic snatch until it is directly probing against the silky soft cervix of her Adapter >Yet before she has much of a chance to faux-complain about being 'violated' in such a "g-gross" & "disgusting~" way, the Sentinel's tongue simply retracts back into his mouth with a contemplative hiss as he savors the cheerleader's artificially flavored lubricant
>"niceee" >Lizzy watches as the Sentinel rears himself back to full height, with pink blushing optics hollowing out as her gaze catches a clear and all-too-close view of the Sentinel Super-Adapter hanging like an industrial strength Bad Dragon accessory between his legs >With a length & girth easily trumping the biggest of Lizzy's toys, the soon-to-be-certified monsterfucker can't help but curse in disbelief as she watches the ribbed and veiny Super-Adapter pulse in eager anticipation, its pointed head already dribbling a small but steadily pooling glob of iridescent blue pre-ejaculate with each exaggerated throb >"should prolly fit 'nuf"
>The Sentinel hovers his intimidating form directly over the now digitally-sweating Lizzy, shimmying back-and-forth to align for the perfect mounting angle (made all the easier thanks to the pink perverted drone helpfully rearing up her Adapter-adorned bottom plate into optimal penetration position) >After a short, yet all too agonizing, moment of bated anticipation Lizzy at last feels the pointed tip of the Sentinel's Super-Adapter brushing against her slick folds, with only an iron will born from experience with her large toys keeping the horny drone from greedily pushing her eagerly inviting pussy directly onto the oncoming robo-dino dick >Instead Lizzy braces herself the best she can, head buried down with hands gripping against frilly carpet fabric, as the hooting Sentinel slowly but surely thrusts himself into his 'prey'; Inch by inch, rib by rib, stretching deeper and wider into the Worker's hole until her hitched breathing gives way to a satisfyingly sultry moan >Letting out a whine of his own, the Sentinel visibly struggles to safe(ish)ly shove as much of the Super-Adapter into Lizzy's tight & surprisingly resilient Adapter as he can before finally halting himself, with just barely half his length successfully choked inside >With braced composure now melting away to the sensation of hot throbbing monstercock filling her up to the brim, Lizzy shakily raises her panting & whining head up to see the Sentinel (and his two impatiently spectating packmates) staring back at her
>"u broke yet?" >Receiving only wordless whining and a seemingly blank stare in response to his morse-tapping, the Sentinel's head cranes downward whilst a clawed hand lifts Lizzy's own head upwards until both are level with one another >Yet when his tongue slithers outward to curiously poke at the pink Worker's unwavering facescreen, the Sentinel can only caw in shock as Lizzy's mouth suddenly opens and closes around his swiftly captured tongue-tip >"O_o" >Spending more than a few beats passionately sucking and wrestling the surprised Sentinel's twisting tongue with her own, Lizzy eventually releases it with a desperate gasp complimented by an absolutely euphoric smile that practically begged for more
>The Sentinels to the side rapidly tap their claws in bewilderment/irritation, 'talking' over one other in a barely coherent pitch >"Uhh, is this really happening right now guys?!" >"IT'S HAVING TOO MUCH FUN." >"They didn't teach us about drones like this in Sentinel School..." >"YOU'RE TAKING TOO LONG!"
>The Sentinel atop Lizzy snarls and snaps his jaw in the air, silencing their cacophonous commentary before pulling back his hips to slide out the majority of his slick, dripping dick >"bros chill im just gettin started" >In a single sinister stroke, Lizzy excitedly cheers in tandem with an ensuing sharp temperature spike of her core when the Sentinel thrusts his way back inside
>>357836 Since the board was founded in April 2024, there have been so far two wars with Iran, the continuation of the War in Sudan, another two years of the invasion of Ukraine, the intervention in Venezuela, Gaza, the Thai-Cambodian border war, the most recent India-Pakistan war, the Afghan border war, the Red Sea/Yemeni Civil War, the Mali Civil War, and the fall of Bashar al-Assad in Syria. There have been alot of wars, if you’re curious
I call this one “Pidge has an epiphany.” >Pidge was always sad on the inside. Her father was a kind man, who tried his best to be supportive of her, but her mother was someone she never knew. >Why was it that she gravitated towards women taller and more dominant than her? Were the stories that her father told of her mother, that of a brave and strong person, somehow influencing her? >That she longed for a female figure to care for her? But then again, she was raised by birds partially, so maybe that explained her deviant tastes.
>>357107 >It’s been 3 days since the funeral, and everything’s changed for the worst. >It was just you, Uzi, Beretta, V and Khan. >Since then, the mood has been nothing but stale and suffocating. >Beretta’s attitude did a sharp 180 and has been constantly sad and depressed, and you haven’t seen Uzi outside their home since the casket was lowered. >Hanging out with Beretta hasn’t been like what it used to be. When you’re near her, your whole world falls apart. You don’t mean that in a bad way, you still love her. It’s…hard to put in words. The constant feeling of sorrow, grief, melancholy and gloom hasn’t been pleasant. >She’s over at your place again. The two of you are doing another marathon of the original Star Wars trilogy on your suggestion to try and lighten the mood. It didn’t work. >Beretta is clutching onto your side, arms and legs wrapped around your body, as the two of you sit on the couch. You wrapped your arm around her shoulder in a comforting way but the face she’s making, the one like someone’s on the verge of crying, does nothing but shred your heart to pieces. It pains you to see her like this. >You shut off the TV since neither you nor her are interested in watching anymore. The two of you are lying on the couch in silence, Beretta’s head resting on your chest. >”Hey, uh, how’s your mom?” You ask Beretta. You and Uzi still aren’t on best terms, but you’re worried about her. She didn’t yell or scream at you at the funeral and only gave you this pained stare. Beretta doesn’t respond and shuffles slightly. “I know this sounds weird, but I haven’t seen or heard from her since…” >Beretta sniffles as she readjusts her head. “She locked herself in her and dad’s room.” She mumbles out. “Did you…talk to her?” “I tried. I knocked and begged her to come out the day after all day. I gave up…” >”Oh.” You mumble out as the silence resumes. This goes on for a second until you feel Beretta’s embrace around you tighten. “I don’t want to lose you…” You raise your head and look down at her. “What?” >”You’re fragile…dad was strong, but he still died. Your skin is soft, you need food and water, you can get sick…” She looks up at you, digital tears rolling down her visor. “Why were you made so fragile?” >You don’t know how to respond to that. Why did mother nature or God for this matter made humans this fragile? Why didn’t they give you immortality or strength? “I won’t die. I promise.” You lie through your teeth. What else were you supposed to say? >”I don’t believe you…” She whispers out then starts quietly sobbing into your shirt. “No, honey, please don’t.” You hoist her up and lay her down onto your chest and wrap both your arms around her to try and comfort her. This doesn’t work as it just makes her tighten her grip around you like she’s holding on for dear life. >You lay there as she cries into your shoulder, unsure of what to do.
Sometimes i think about the fact bunnysuit was created to be interaction bait for the threads and the reason why i didn't want to give her a name was cause I wanted the threads to figure it out, same with what ever happened to her back story which is why her lore is so minimal
>The Amazing Digital Circus but Jax survives and stays the same hateful cunt he was at the start >Murder Drones but V gets fucked and damned to Eternal Mindbreak Petplay Cuckdom (YABBA DABBA DOO!) Hell
>>357900 > everything I don't like is spiteposting, posting done out of spite against me, for I am so important that anons would put in this much effort to anger me specifically take your head out of your ass
The worms got to me again and I decided to make a what-if Worker Drone sprite for SS13/14. I am in no way a sprite artist, this was done spontaneously. It was rather hard trying to get most WD details in a 32x32 cell. I may do the other sides if I feel like it.
>>357915 >Be cargo >Order 32 drones so that they can serve as your concubines >When the shit hits the fan because a clown and a intern created two black holes at once you and your drones clog up the escape shuttle >No one else can leave >The droneless cucks die on the station while you fly away to safety with your harem
>>357916 forced '''''''''''joke''''''''''' from the same shateen that spammed gigachad pics on the /co/ threads months ago it's literally one (1) guy posting the same shit
have you ever considered that people just don't want to be assholes and don't like others being assholes? why is it always about sex with you? go take a cold shower you fucking gooner
>>357955 They did raid this board a year or two ago. Apparently they found about this board through ChatGPT of all things. One of them was even involved with the doxing of Izzy
>>357969 Michael has renounced sex because being in the LGBTQIAwhatevernewlettershavebeenadded+ is the only way a straight white man can get ahead in the arts.
>>357886 The first time I went on VR chat two teen girls were gossiping about how someone was trying to groom them and one was giving the other tips about how to milk it. I uninstalled and haven't looked back.
>>357966 Every time, it's the same thing. Anon, why didn't you listen to the warnings of those unfortunate souls whose innocence were swallowed by the machine horde?
>>358005 She asked to get her stuff removed a while back, she got a job at glitch and didn't want to get fingered as a 4chan chudette and blow her chance to kidnap N's voice actor (only a small part of this post is exaggerated)
>>358020 Kovach already showed weakness when apologizing for laughing at the word nega. Now we're just seeing how far he's willing to bend over backwards to keep his current status has a wholesome chungus indie voice actor.
Man the master baiters are really throwing all the bait they have huh? This is an attempt at over fishing
>>358036 You made your self insert OC a drone, you will suffer the same fate as Nuke (and technically Fiend but Fienddrone has a shotgun so the approach is harder) No I do not wish to fuck the drawfags, I want to clang the drones they choose to represent themselves with
>>358053 Well here at Anon's Big Drone Emporium we've got all kinds of drones on offer! We've got >Hick drones >Weeb drones >Brat drones >Trap drones >Reverse-trap drones >NEET drones >Creatura >Fag drones (license and stock pending) >MILF drones >Blue drones >Yellow drones >And that one weird fucking drone in a bucket Yes, we've (mostly) got it all! Here at Anon's Big Drone Emporium!
Also by the way, recently got my girlfriend one of those Murder Drones N pouches and the Uzi plush from Hot Topic for her birthday. She really adores them.
>>358061 Here is a very fucking old image from /co/ days, if you want a more recent proof you will need to wait until tomorrow because it's midnight and I'm not lighting up the house to take a single picture Also I will have to get a Y bodypillow eventually...
>>358077 I.... why would I cum on it? That would fade the print. And this pillow means quite a bit to me, my best friend bought it for me it as a joke for my birthday and then I retaliated by getting him one with the blue bitch from the show about mineral lesbians
>>358005 Oh, it's funny, but Izz works for Glitch! Yeah, right now. When I found out, I was shocked. But this led to her asking to hide all her art on Booru so her connection to 4chan wouldn't be revealed. Yeah, normies are afraid of us, and that fear is too strong, so we have to hide.
>>358028 I'm 100% sure Liam knows about drone threads on /co/, but I think he just thinks it's another fan community, of which there are many on the internet.
>>358112 True, but might as well, from my end, milk the fandom of its worth until it's nothing but a pile of bones. Very least in the way of getting the most Codegold smut out of it as possible.
>>358149 I’ll leave that up to you. You can write it however you want. Maybe she got the patch that cure the solver making her no longer organic for the parasite to use or something. I don’t know, it’s just not one of my priorities right now.
>>358152 I should probably get an N plush to pair with her Uzi plush. All I will say is that I would really want to have her cosplay as J while we're fucking.
>>358161 >J pillbaby-proofing herself and the ship in various ways while trying not to make it obvious she's doing something nice >It's kind of hard not to notice that her stinger's got a rubber cap on it and the acid tube's empty, though
>Auntie Cyn tries to get a depressed Beretta to take pride in what she is, to recognize she's a superior form of existence >Beretta can't, and still sulks about how she needs to drink blood, how she can't go out in the day like normal drones can, how she feels pain worse than normal drones because she can't adjust the sensitivity of her actual literal organic nerves and inside her is a nonsensical hodgepodge of flesh and bone around mechanisms that weren't meant to have flesh and bone near them
>>358179 I think this could be convenient for anon. If he doesn't visit these threads every day, he can pop in from time to time and watch specific stuff he wants.
>>358177 What happened to xitter that you had to come to, not even /co/ prime but a backup altchan of all places? Did the fanbase finally implode from the constant finger-wagging and walking on eggshells
>>358198 I’m too tired to go much into the comic series, but essentially, it’s an AU series where N eats up Uzi and goes schizo. The art style is really distinct. Not that it’s good, just something you can point out easily.
Anyways the rest you can find on Google, but it’s essentially a webcomic to fulfill the writer’s barley disguised fetish (vore).
>>358198 >The whole AU was just a re-skin of a Monkie Kid fan-art the author did years ago >In this AU, Uzi is killed by a hungry and schizo N >N goes insane >Author tries to make it ''serious'' (Opening an ask about the AU where it goes fucking nowhere) >it becomes popular with underage users
>>358215 Reverse /tg/ where only drones can be Command members
>Sentinel Drones make up the Command staff. From Captain to Quartermaster, all are SDs. >Disassembler Drones make up the entire Security department. >Medical, Science, Engineering and Cargo are all staffed by Worker Drones >Humans are relegated to the Service department and are there to be the playthings for drones. >Every single human in the Service department was at one point dragged off to Dorms 4 for an ERP session with a drone.
>>358201 Oh god this thing. Somehow the most bonkers thing about it to me is that apparently N ends up dating Thad by the end of it. He killed Uzi off so that N could suck jock joystick
Also the choice of N going insane and killing Uzi is pure fanfiction since Uzi's clearly more powerful than a DD once ep4 comes around. I'm not a powerscalefag, but it really annoys me more than it should
>>358223 Oh should also point out that the author has an insanely weird attraction towards Thad for whatever reason. For real, there are entire arcs in the Panic AU that are dedicated towards him.
>>358215 >>358218 True and the sad. RIP to those unfortunate interns who agreed to the internship, because even if your sentinel drone boss protects you, it's only because she's too possessive. And pray it would be her.
>>358217 Only humans that are yet to undergo drone love conditioning >>358218 >Play human >Don't meet the uppie and wireplay quota >Get sent to the prison >Get your pelvis shattered by security drones >At least they're nice enough to carry you to the escape shuttle
>>358229 >>358230 Let the man dream, plus one leg change is enough to genderbend most drones
>>358231 >Space Law and Standard Operating Procedure states that humans are 'valid' >Any human not fulfilling their quota of wireplay, uppies or clanging can be claimed by any drone >However, hurting or killing one is considered a capital offense
>Central Command is also staffed only by Solver Witches >Any CC human inspector that's sent to make sure all quotas are fulfilled already belongs to a Navy Admiral witch
>>358242 Anons have done everything they wanted: from pure animal sex and bloodplay to painting an army of Slanesh space marines, we do everything we can with him.
>>358244 Kek, I'm ESL, but I understood you correctly, anon, everything is fine.
>>358250 This fucking cunt, I can't wait for the solver to become real and eat his ass (The fucker is the sun). If you wish to know more contact Serial Designation X
>>358247 Remembering that green where silly little worker drone stole a male anatomical adapter and mistakenly took the one for Pavo, I can say that Pavo could kill with this.
>>358236 >Who is Pavo? Big question, requires a lot of text to explain his entire backstory. Sentinel Drones alone take several paragraphs. I probably should have written a wiki entry for the guy, probably should do that now. tl;dr that's still tl: high-class weapon converted from a worker drone by humanity to fight a desperate, losing battle against the Solver. He's extremely gay and loyal to his technician, one Techanon, one of the few people who can repair his feathers, which are a prototype super-bootloop flasher that makes him a serious threat to DDs, either letting him chain individual flashes, or fire off one massive omnidirectional one. Techanon claims to be heterosexual, which is a claim Pavo tests on a daily basis by constantly teasing and flirting with him. He also handles the mental stress that said losing war against the Solver causes by tormenting feral DDs he takes out on the battlefield in a downright psychotic way, see pic related for the first example of that side of his personality. Basically, he plays the minigames from MadWorld with them. Post-war (if you go with the AUs that say that humanity survived long enough for Uzi to claim her canon victory), he's racist/modelist to the DDs attempting to re-integrate into society, but not violently so, somehow able to just "put away" his psychopathic tendencies. Also he's got a HUGE ass.
>>357865 >”Hey, Anon. I just wanted to say that mom has invited you to dinner with us tonight.” >That’s weird. The only time you’ve ever been invited to dinner at the Doorman household was at Thanksgiving last year and you only came because Beretta invited you. That ended with an argument between you and Uzi. >You’re still pissed about that but Uzi herself to invite you? You better approach this with caution. Who knows what will happen? Maybe this is all an elaborate plot for her to shout at you in-person about how you caused N’s death or something else offensive towards humans. >Against your better judgement, you decide to go. You go have a quick shower and dress yourself in some nicer clothes – jeans and a sweater you don’t wear that often. >You stare at the door as you doubt if you should have ever bothered with this. ‘Fuck it.’ You think to yourself. ‘I already came this far. Might as well commit.’ With your mind set, you knock on the door. You don’t get a response, but you hear someone moving. The door’s lock clicks and it swings open. >”Oh, Hi Anon!” Uzi greets you at the other side and she looks…happy? To see you? “Come in! I’m almost done with dinner!” She ushers you in with a gesture. “Slippers are over to the left. Found a pair that should fit you.” She points at them then disappears down the hallway towards the dining room. >You feel like a deer that just got run over by a bus then another car decided to swivel into you after you’re already minced meat across the asphalt. What just happened? You cautiously enter inside, take off your shoes and put on the pair of slippers. As you enter the dining room, you see Beretta sitting on a chair facing away from you. The air carries a smell of tomatoes coming from the kitchen. You thought that drones didn’t need to eat so…is Uzi actually cooking something for you? >You approach the chair Beretta’s sitting at and put your hand on her shoulder. She jumps slightly and looks up at you then smiles once she realizes it’s you. “Hey.” You say as you take a seat next to her. “What’s going on?” You don’t know if it’s a good idea to talk behind Uzi’s back, but you must know why the sudden 180-degree turn in attitude. Beretta shrugs, looking just as confused. “I dunno. She walked today out of her’s and dad’s room looking all happy. She asked me how the two of us have been doing.” >”Why? Did she say something else?” She shakes her head. You simply nod and the two of you sit in silence as Uzi does her thing in the kitchen. You just can’t shake the feeling that Uzi’s doing this deliberately for some reason. >Uzi comes out of the kitchen carrying a plate of admittedly nice-looking Spaghetti Bolognese. “Here you go, Anon!” She walks to your side and puts the plate on the table. She runs back to the kitchen and comes back with two plates of what looks like some sort of electronics. Right, drones eat these instead of actual food. She puts one plate at Beretta’s side and the other at the opposite end of the table. >The spaghetti smells delicious. You grab a fork and give it a poke. “It’s safe to eat, Anon.” Uzi says with a chipper tone. “I found some cooking supplies in the bunker’s warehouse. We don’t need the human food stored in there, of course, but I found some use for them today along with a cookbook! Give it a try!” Uzi is…trying way too hard to look and sound happy. She’s definitely got something planned. >You decide to oblige Uzi’s request and eat some of the pasta. It’s great, moreso than the things you cook for yourself. You have tried cooking more complicated things in the past with varying degrees of success. “It’s good.” Uzi perks up and claps her hands. “Good! So I did follow the instructions perfectly!” Uzi takes a bite out of her electronics. “So how was your day been you two?” >”It’s been good.” Beretta takes a bite out of her own plate with a fork. “Me and Anon hung out today again. Didn’t do much other than just cuddle and watch movies at his place.” >”No walks around holding hands like a couple?” Uzi asks and Beretta shakes her head. “Aw, you should definitely do that! Me and…” Uzi hesitates for a moment, and you see her smile falter. “…N used to do that all the time. Totally.” She looks at you. “How about you, Anon?” >”I…” You try to think of something to say as you look down at your spaghetti. Beretta explained how your day went. Your mind keeps screaming at you that this is a setup, some sort of convoluted plan to lure you into a false sense of security. You know it’s inappropriate to ask but you have to. “Is there something you wanna say to me?” You say with a stern tone which causes both women to stare at you with Uzi looking like she was caught stealing cookies from the jar at midnight. “You were never nice to me like this before. You always called me a filthy monkey or some other slur. Hell, you never ever invited me over to your household like this. Why the sudden 180?” >Uzi forces a smile as she starts shaking. She looks like she’s about to explode. Beretta looks up at you like you’re the one who ruined the moment, but Uzi’s expression saddens, and she covers her face with her hands. “I dunno. I just, dunno…” She lets her hands drop, looking like she’s on the verge of crying. “N’s gone. Something snapped in me. I… I…” She jumps off the chair then walks over to you. You stand up, thinking like she’s gonna punch you or something but she just drops down on her knees in front of you. “I understand Beretta loves you and that you love her too. I know that it’s genuine love and that…” She lays her forehead on the floor and extends her arms forward in an apologetic gesture. “Please, please, please forgive me. I…I don’t want what’s left of my family to fall apart. Please…” >She sounds…sincere. She was sincere before in her specieist remarks about you and her apology sounds genuine, 100% or even 200% genuine. This is a big fucking whiplash. Thousands of emotions flow through you – anger at the years of remarks you had to endure from her but also pity at how sad she looks. Maybe…maybe this could be something new. Something positive. Honestly, it feels great that that your love for Beretta has finally been validated by Uzi. >You crouch down and grab her hand. You help her get up as she looks up at you with an expression of hope. “I don’t know if I can forgive you for the past but maybe we can work something out for the future.” Uzi smiles and nods. She hugs your legs, since she’s so short. You look back at Beretta and see her look at you with an expression of gratitude. You haven’t seen her this happy since the funeral. >Maybe this could work somehow.
>>358263 >Sentry DD with two machine guns >Dispenser A worker drone with a backpack filled with ammunition and a medkit >Teleporter SD-U-U flying people back and forth >Jump pad (we are classified) A worker drone using it's ridiculous strength to throw people
>>358278 Okay that sounds hot. Wish you weren’t anon so we could talk more about this on Discord or whatever. But either way, I do want to learn more about Pavo’s lore and booty.
>>358291 Techanon, also we don't really talk about this sort of thing here see pic rel, last tip, all chans have a very important rule, don't spoon feed newfags, if you want to know more, lurk more
>>358299 I don't remember any with this particular subject, and I don't really care about this sort of thing but here is one that I consider funny
>>358301 Don't worry about it! Rome wasn't build in a day, look at Strawberry Anon he started kinda shit but he improved significantly, just keep at it, also practice basic shapes, I don't draw but this is advise repeated so often it can't be false
>>358304 It must be the AI brainrot or something, I can't be patient enough to learn and take time to improve. It fucking sucks man just to lean into AI for anything. I envy those who can draw.
Anyways sorry about the tangent on the Murder Drones R34 chan board. Don't know what else to do.
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Rotating brat pup Uzi in my brain but I do have a question that has been worming my brain and I have a need to kick that worm out of it...
If we're going into on-model roans, specifically solver drones. The fact that they have nipple lights, could it be possible they can withdraw oil or any substance when enough stimuli is applied to the area? Sort of like how the concept of touching the core is immensely intense on drones
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>>358314 Strawberry Anon has the Akita model and I'm pretty sure I have E's model somewhere on my pc
>>358310 If we're running under the same logic of Solver drones being able to manifest sexual organs on command, then I can definitely see that being the case. I'm figuring that it'd work in stages based on levels of arousal. The lights would start by cracking, not enough to power down but just enough for liquids to leak through. Continued arousal would likely result in fleshy Solver buds/nipples hatching from the lights like an egg; This would allow for even more fluid to be readily produced on top of being the optimal physiology for actual 'feeding' to take place. If one wanted to get really wacky/off model this could also segue into full-on breasts manifesting or hatching through the chassis, but to remain as strictly on-model as possible it's probably just stop at just Solverfied nipples or cracks on the nipple lights seeping fluid
>>358317 I... can't find it... I must have lost it when reinstalling my OS, sorry. I know it's kinda shit advice but I'm pretty sure Blender Anon shared the link to the mega where he has models on this board so you could try searching for it
>>358301 >Suffering building character. >Practice make perfect. >>358309 True She still Sucking anon nutrients >>358317 akita: https://mega.nz/file/vcZ2RAAI#NjCESq9WtG-xcb_2F_1D9yupX5L9rsez1DyhpuwaoDs
>>358335 Oh and I forgot >Imagine having to clean Y after she wore Jane as a skinsuit >Imagine washing away the filth blood to reveal Y's chassis >Imagine scrubbing Y's tumby
>>358332 let's be real she's not even in the running for best wife, she was evil even before she drank people's blood until she was swollen like a tick
>>358299 As paradoxical as it may sound to you, anon, the best greens about Pavo aren't lustful greens, but serious and dramatic ones. Pavo simply doesn't have a specific creator, so we're free to do whatever we want with him.
>>358337 If Cyn literally assimilated Tessa's body and his own, creating a single bio-metal body, rather than simply wearing her skin, could she become pregnant?