Don't forget to pay drone taxes. 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: >>358356
>>359246 >The lustful U-U promises to not only let Anon clang them to his heart's content, but also to at long last let him see their entire face-screen for the first time >All U-U asks for in return is Anon's immortal soul (and unlimited access to his wifi, credit card & streaming service account) >In a moment of weakness and tempted by their seemingly total change of heart towards him, Anon accepts this deal from the Twin-Devil >In hindsight Anon should've expected that this way just another one of U-U's typical schemes to mess with him, although even he isn't prepared by the 'atypical' way they go about doing it this time around
>Anon does end up being stripped and sandwiched between the very hot & bothered U-U, but it is a trap made to torture him >U-U does let Anon clang clang them to his heart's content, but because they lack Anatomy Adapters it mainly consists of awkwardly grinding against smooth crotch-plates and hand stuff; Just enough to keep Anon 'motivated' but never enough to let him finish >U-U also lets Anon view their entire face-screen, although rather than seeing their digital eyes all that's displayed is a collage of Human-on-Drone porn they'd downloaded off his computer (which U-U then makes Anon watch via kissing whilst amidst them taking their time teasing him) >In the end U-U got everything they wanted out of their evil deal; Anon's Soul (These sensually torturous trysts continue with gradually increasing intimacy, with lust evolving into love & finally culminating in marriage), Anon's wifi (inevitably getting his IP address banned across virtually every anonymous imageboard on the internet), Anon's credit card (Used to buy DroneDash, imported beer & eventually Anatomy Adapters), and Anon's streaming service account (Every night now alternates between 'How I Met Your Mother' & 'The Big Bang Theory')
I'm definitely gonna need to do a more lurid greentext about this at some point
>>358922 this is really something interesting. nobody's ever bothered to put them in a post good ending setting, or any setting outside of the war. strange. >Strange indeed. So incredibly strange. >The bright, crimson-eyed worker drone continued to chip away at the permafrost with her pickaxe. >It was stuck in there, whatever she had found! >Well, it was a disassembly drone corpse, but not just any corpse, it seemed. It was a nice one, a clean one of good build. It was a pre-war model. >Most of the body was unseen, trapped under the steel-textured silicon ice sheet within the frozen, flooded confines. But the head, the only visible part, shown brightly and gleamed against the moonlight. >Silley, a keen girl as she'd always been, had spotted the prize from a mile away. Nobody had been in this building before, not even during the Murder Drone-era. >It was pristine looting territory. >"How the hell do I get you out of this dump? Not with this little wooden pick!" Silley said to herself. >She wasn't crazy or anything, but she would lose her mind trying to dig this body out. >Wait. JCJ warehouses usually had tons of leftover ion blowtorches - Copper-9 was a industrial colony after all. >It was a matter of guessing whether any of the batteries would function after fifty years. But it would slice through just about any plastic or metal. >Thankfully, a conveniently yellow paint-marked locker nearby happened to contain one. The battery was dead, however. >"Shoot. Guess I'm gonna have to jump it." Silley thought. >She tied her hair back. She didn't have much of it, but she'd put alot of effort into scalping a dead Murder Drone and dyeing it a rare shade of periwinkle blue. Might as well take precautions if she didn't want to look goth by the end of it. >Silley sat down to ground herself. With her left hand, she held the ion battery, and prepared to jump start the device by jamming it against her chest. >It was an archaic, yet effective method. "Here goes nothing," she thought. >The battery crackled in her hand. A sign of potential charge, which was good enough. She took the negative end, and struck an blow against herself. >There was a loud whack of metal against plastic. >"Oww. What the heck?" Nothing happened! >She'd hit herself so fierce that the battery had burst against her body, brittle as it was. It was a piece of junk. It sparked once again, a last gasp of charge. Then it sparked again. And again. And then faster, and faster, brighter, and erratically. It was about to go! >"Frick!" she screamed. She dropped the battery before it blew her hands off, and dove for the ground. >Pop! >"Huh? It failed to detonate?" She stood up, and observed from just meters away. The battery was a dud, leaking its liquid contents onto the ice below. >The battery acid seeped into the floor...and onto the face of the corpse buried in the ground. >"POESS! RRRRRHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" >The 'corpse' began to scream like a mechanical elephant. "AAAEEEEEEE!" Silley screamed in turn. She booked it for safety, frightened. >It punched through the ice, causing a explosion of mist and ion acid, lighting the hall with the light of false starry skies, which settled quickly. But Silley didn't look back, or hide. She ran, as fast as her little frame could carry. >What the hell was that? Every hall and every turn seemed to offer more safety, and soon she was outs- >PHUMMMM~ >Somebody jumped right in her. Something had warped into her path, seemingly. One second it wasn't there, and then it was? >Silley didn't even have time to be terrified, as she fell backwards upon impact. >"H-HELP! SOMEBODY! MURDER DRONE! MURDER DRONE!" She screamed for any authority, or bystander. >Murder Drones weren't supposed to kill them anymore! It wasn't fair! >The former 'corpse' towered over her in darkness as Silley continued to mutter mixed screams and calls for help. >The 'corpse' got close. Silley could hear the loud hum of a cold starting reactor. It was alive, and hungry, and overwhelming. >Silley picked up a wad of snow, and then threw it reflexively at the Murder Drone, and then kicked up like a rabbit. The thing didn't react. It just froze, and emitted that inquisitive ambience. >She kept fighting. Then she stopped, and then reeled in pity, as if the Murder Drone would care. Silley began to weep in silence, glaring the entire time. >It was the end of her. Her family would never find her, her Outpost would have nothing to bury. Her story ended then. She had died of fright. >"Error." >The corpse spoke?! >"H-h-huh? What the heck nowwww?" Silley moaned. >"Unable to establish radio communications. Switching to TAC-COMMS FREQUENCY." >It was a feminine voice, a deep, monotone, youthful, yet commanding voice. >"T-Tack what? Please don't kill meee-e-e?!" >The Murder Drone leered forward and leaned it's upperbody down rapidly to impose itself just a foot away from Silley's. Then it opened its eyes. >Not to that fearful, gentle yellow. But a striking, blinding celeste blue. >Silley's eyes widened, ever so confused, and she lost her voice. >Even in the dark, she could tell that this wasn't a murder drone. This obviously wasn't a worker, either. It was an entirely different kind of being. A machine, soulless in nature, but sentient in its presentation. >She was a ancient being on a stage that no longer recognized her. She was an awesome creature as she was a confusing one. >The corpse slowly tilted her head to the side and narrowed its pupils, as if knowingly displaying condescension. >"Tactical communications. Verbalizing. Vocalizing. Orating. Speaking. Talking. Tactical. Communication. Do you...understand?"
>>359319 >Valentine comes home >all the servants are lined up tense as all hell >she eyeing them up >she starts to walk to the dining table, inspecting her surroundings >they sweat and buzz a little >she goes to her throne >she leans in >there’s an atom of dust >she nabs the closest Servant and chokes them, their wings buzzing rapidly, before consuming them >”which one was that one” >the second closest buzzes “the head butler mistress” >”ah, well then congrats on your promotion”
The way my version of Sentinels function is pretty simple. About a year or so after a Worker Drone comes online fully, there’s a likelihood that their cores will start displaying an abnormal trait. See, the Solver can “Get into” the Drone Core because it goes INWARDS, like a singularity. This is not the case with these cores, which display signs of INVERSION, becoming white instead of black. The core remains stable and the function is completely unchanged on a surface level, but there’s now a lot more energy they can output. This only happens in one of every billion Drones or so. Basically, they have full immunity to the Solver’s control over them due to it being unable to touch their cores. THIS is what makes them ideal weapons, as upgrading them with weaponry that draws from this newfound energy enables them to face it down. Basically, exploit a miracle. Signs your Drone may be a candidate for the Sentinel program. -Abnormally long battery life -Increased power output -Cold to the touch in spite of it -AI code has a curious lack of tongues -DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME: If you open the core up, is the singularity within white? If so, this confirms it and we need to strap high power weapons to it
>work at drone repair service >dumbass boss decided we need to be more *inclusive* to the needs of murder drones >hires a guy from Transaction Earth >I hate looking at him >radioactive green eyes, pink wrinkly skin like a mole rat and his teeth are make out of what I can only assume is gray plastic >every word out of his mouth sounds like a deranged hypernet post, he exclusively refers to me as "bloodsack" >but fuck does he know how to work with DDs >he makes navigating their nightmare organs look easy >he cuts and carves and makes conversation with his patients about chewing on live wires and committing suicide out of boredom >never has to worry about getting bitten either, apparently they can’t stand the taste of his blood >business becomes too successful, DDs lining up around the block for the newest Spectacular Dynamics punishment chemical pump >Sentinel drone police becoming jumpy, boss scared they might shut the place down >now he’s considering hiring someone from the Chan Nebula to charm the cops >tfw I’ll never have another moment of peace at work >kill me now
Out of curiosity are you planning to rope Nori in like the original green, or is she free and clear? Ditto with Negev... >inb4 be Mac >your mom, grandma, and BOTH sisters just shacked up with a human >you're the only one in the house not fucking him >Betta demands you call her "aunt" >thinking about the "family bush" makes you bootloop >this is life now...
>>359372 It's just going to be Uzi, Beretta and Nori. Since the original Okayodon greentext is from 2023, I'm basing it off from whatever we knew of that time. No Negev or Mac, just the three plus no fucking Centipede Uzi because One - I'm not sure how to write that and Two - I may have teratophilia as a fetish I'm not that insane to write fucking a literal centipede.
Changelog for Absolute Battle: Solver War >The glitch with galactic recruitment has been patched and now no longer recruits immediately >The Solver faction now no longer has no upkeep for its armies >Fixed the Oogi >Solver Fleshpile units no longer clip through each other making sieges more challenging >Federation ground trooper units now no longer have the trait Unbreakable as intended >Worker drone swarm units now have the traits Expendable and Cowardly >Disassembly Drone ranged units can now fire in flight as intended >Fixed the glitch where Sentinel Drone units would survive their Self Destruction ability with full health >Solver witch abilities now have working cooldowns >Planetary buildings and galactic region resources have been reworked to balance trade economy >Planetary monetary building output has been buffed to make up for the altered trade economy
>>359377 >screams >Mac wakes up screaming >on his nightstand is the severed head of a girl with glasses and pigtails >"Mac, what's wrong?" the head asks >behind Mac, her body spoons him >Mac wakes up screaming >"Bad dream, sexy?" a girl with a purple streak in her hair asks Mac >Mac is about to say something, but then he looks down and sees she's been cut in half at the waist and is bleeding oil onto the sheets >Mac wakes up screaming >the girl in bed with him shoves rocks into his wide open mouth and makes him start chewing >Mac wakes up screaming >the girl in bed with him pulls out a knife and slices his belly open >"Mac organs... Mac chubby tumby..." she mutters >Mac wakes up screaming
>>359382 >Mac wakes up screaming >he looks down and sees he's a black blob covered in glowing eyeballs >instead of his bedroom, he's in an aquarium tank with other blobs >Mac wakes up screaming
>>359384 >Mac keeps 'waking up' >The dreams start repeating >Sure there are small variations >Sometimes he's a girl and Anon consoles him >Sometimes the rocks are granite and sometimes basalt >Once the headless girl was a DD and not headless >Once both he and Anon were girls and in the military for some reason >Eventually he wakes up for real >Beretta stands over him with an amused expression >"Those solver edibles ain't shit, huh?"
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>>359375 >Connie deployed >and FemN >Mac now to his knowledge the only member of his oil-line (except his dead aunt maybe? hopefully?) not fucking the Anonymous >Mac not stupid: knows a forcefem setup when he sees one; fully aware time outside the harem is limited >barricades himseld in his room >no hope >no plan >no escape even in death: dad and grandpa proved that >...but that's no excuse not to try >if fate wants his dick she'll have to drag it out of him: kicking and screaming ... >the family is worried about Mac >he hasn't left his room weeks >hasn't slept in longer >Anon sent in to "talk some sense" into him >he was so helpful with their emotional issues after all...
>>359386 >"The weed will have you in Purgatory, screaming for eternity! You will relive every key mistake you've ever made in your life! Over and over and over again!" >-Dracula
What the fuck? How the hell are we supposed to play now: we already had the retarded "assignment" system for DDs, the "mutiny" mechanic for Solver-cultists, and the need for Witches to make ANY. OTHER. UNIT. WHICH WE HAVE NO WAY TO RELIABLY GET ACCESS TO THEMSELVES! How do they expect us to compete with Sentinels, Terminators, and MECHS(which weren't even invented till post-war!) when they keep nerfing us into the ground?
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>>359398 Impossible! Y drinks enough to kill an adult man, much less a baby: if you want her delivering any kid you'll have to monitor her through the whole process
>>359402 >>359402 >Human Y rape Cursed as fuck >Trying to avoid the consequences of your actions by wounding the girl you raped and leaving her and your unborn child to fend to themselves Absolute 3rd world subhuman behavior
>>359401 >Having to stop Y from drinking >Having to resist her puppy eyes when she asks you to buy alcohol >Having to find her hidden stashes so she doesn't drink behind your back >All of this while also filling her cravings >Managing all this while also working 9 to 5 because the power of love compels (you) >And also the obscene amount of nanites in your veins that keeps you alive after your blood served as a substitute for beer 15 times in a row