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Judging by the giant pen in the previous teaser, one of the merch the video will be selling will be one of those jumbo pens but JCJenson themed. Just a guess.
>>369428 >>368607 (me) >Fun Afternoon Canon/OC Fact: the inaugural patient of Maintenance & Repair's DD wing's was V. In fact, the whole branch of the facility was constructed in anticipation of her. The only surprise was that she checked herself in instead of being dragged there by Uzi or Lizzy.
>"Guys guys guys!" >"Oh Robo-God..." >"What is it, Colt...?" >"I have a girlfriend now...!" >"Really?" >"Really. She's really hot too. And a junior, so the immoral makeouts are gonna be great...!" >"Congrats, man, didn't think you'd pull it off." >"He's clearly making her up, retard. What's her name?" >"Reb- Regina. Regina Casparij." >"Can you introduce us to her today? Like, at lunch?" >"... She goes to another school. Out in the city." >"Told ya." >"Friggin' loser..." >"Bite me!" >... >"'She goes to another school'? That's the best you could come up with?" >"What did you want me to say? 'All the stories about the school being haunted are true, and Rebecca Cappelletti and me got as close to kissing each other as we can physically get'?" >"I wanted you to not say anything because it couldn't have ended without you looking cringе in front of the guys, you friggin' dork. 'She goes to another school' is like, the gold standard in dead giveaways for a made-up girlfriend." >"Sorry I embarrassed you..." >"Ugh, you didn't embarrass me, Colt. You don't need to apologize." >"I just wanted the guys to know I got a girlfriend before them, you know? They'd think I'm cool." >"Robo-God, you really are one of Uzi's kids. Like, in a good way." >"Thanks..." >"Welcome. But don't talk to me so much here in the hall, people are gonna think you're talking to yourself."
>Today, in Colt's room...
>"Happy one year anniversary, babe." >"Aww, you remembered!" >"Hard to forget the first time I asked you out." >"You're my first boyfriend who remembered an anniversary, you know that? I mean, you're also my first boyfriend who's kept it going longer than like two months, but you know." ... >"Remember the week after our first date, when I tried to brag about having a banging hot upperclasswoman girlfriend but had to say she went to a different school so they wouldn't think I was a schizo?" >"Oh my Robo-God, I forgot all about that! Why would you want to remember that? That's so friggin' mortifying!" >"I thought you'd think it was a funny story to look back on..." >"It's a little funny, yeah. Now c'mere." >chu >"Robo-God, you're the most beautiful girl in the world." >"I don't have legs or an ass." >"So?" >"And I'm bleeding ghost oil all over your sheets." >"Is it getting ON the sheets?" >"No, it's just ectoplasm, but like... it looks nasty...!" >"I don't care. No one else sees it and it goes away before long." >"Yeah, you're right... Really, you're not even a little embarrassed you feel like you're not holding anything?" >"No?" >"Good. Besides, I can feel you just fine. Robo-God, you're so warm... Love you, dork..." >chu
>my own identity fractured. >My body being puppeteered by a parasite while I watch in the back seat. >Noone see the real me only a mockery. >I don’t even remember my real name. >If I kill myself would that be liberty or depravity? >She has been collecting any parts for her garden. >Her plants are like her little children. >They need to feed and grow after all. >Water is hard to find. >Best she could use she water from the blood. >It's so calm so peaceful... >Why is everyone avoiding me. >They spread rumors about me and now everyone is afraid me. >They all so silly. >Is it to much to ask to feed my plants?
>"In accordance with Holy Scripture and expressing God's will on earth in His name, on May 15, the 26th year of the third millennium since the birth of the Son of God, His Holiness Leo XIV signed the encyclical "Magnifica Humanitas." >"This document declares that the majestic human race, created by God, is the one and only crown of creation and the image of the Triune God, bearing within itself the Holy Spirit." >"No computing system, no matter how complex, can produce a heart that gives itself or a conscience that recognizes goodness." >"Despite the superiority of the machine in efficiency, the center of history remains the face of the person who desires to be seen." >"The human face is the fullness toward which all things move." >"This is the mystery of the restoration of all things in Christ, the certainty that the Father has decreed to reunite all things — heavenly and earthly — in Christ, the one Head." >"But in the speeches of the pagans, we hear hymns to a new world, evoking the need for a fuller life, less subject to fragility and suffering." >"But the mystery of the Son of God entering our state speaks of the opposite movement, for the living God descends into our history to free us from all slavery, takes upon Himself our weakness and transforms it into a place of salvation." >"There is no moment or state of human life unworthy of God, for according to our holy teaching, in our sacraments we worship God born in a manger, God living and wandering in Judea, God dying on the cross, God dead, lying in the tomb." >"Only in this way does humanity find its measure: by sharing the burden of the world with God." >"Human salvation lies in divine love, which descends to the most fragile point of man and regenerates him from the depths." >"This testifies to the beauty of the great humanity in which God dwells."
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>>369452 >machines have no heart >machines have no concience to recognize good >machines have no soul >machines, therefore, can commit no sin >Cyn did nothing wrong as-per the pope
>>369466 After reading this encyclical, I did not notice any mention of "generative artificial intelligence," but there is simply "artificial intelligence," so if we are to be meticulous, this text speaks literally about every AI.
>>369467 >"Holy Father, I have sinned." >"Yes, my daughter?" >"I killed the drones, but I should have arrested them. I have once again given in to anger for the human race, I..." >"Only by taking the life of a living soul can one commit the sin of murder, just as only by raising a sword against a living soul can one commit the sin of wrath. Go with God, and glorify the Virgin Mary three times."
I have an idea for a greentext. Cyn makes a deal with Alice in order to breed an army of DDs. But first, they need to wring every last drop out of N’s balls.
>Although many disassembly squads have been sent to the various corners of the colonised systems in the Absolute Solver's attempt to collapse reality, the likelihood of them ever actually meeting one another is not zero. >As such you occasionally might have the misfortune to see two of them on the same planet, at which point you should probably pray to your god and say goodbye to your cat. >That said however, the meeting of two unstable groups of murder machines can sometimes lead to more...humorous outcomes. >"For robogod's sake Z put me down already!"
>"Ah, not yet. Smile for the camera!" >*Kchkk!* >The camera's flash went off as the first disassembler proudly held the severed (yet functional head) of the opposing squad leader for a selfie. >In hindsight ordering an ambush against turf invaders who had the same 360 vision bulbs as them really rubbed salt in the proverbial wound as the second drone's humiliation continued with his head being used as a football. >"Uh, boss? I can't find my leg." >It appears one of his teammates had stuck around for punishment >Right as the winner kicked his captive's noggin into the back of a playground net, SD-T callously ended up with a mouthful ofplasteel and thick mechaligament. >"Oh hey! You found it! Thanks! I'd go get it but uh..." >The rebar sticking out of his limbless subordinate's chest spoke for itself. >"I hate this planet.", scowled the disembodied drone.
You can still kill all the worthless (read: human-made) Worker robots you'd like though! Make sure to REALLY rub in how utterly, inherently inferior they are for being wholly crafted by human hands. After all: robogod knows you're not.
>>369486 GLaDOS Satan didn't make its Nazi fetish outfit vampires. It turned existing robots into them. >"The Shadow that bred them can only mock, it cannot make: not real things of its own. I don't think it gave life to the orcs, it only ruined them and twisted them."
Finished that Time Mutant Princess from last thread
Since the other two magical girls OCs had a Sin thing going on (Iris the Flesh/Love Princess being Lust, Marksman Princess being pride) wanted to keep that up with her and make her Sloth
>Paige the princess of Time! >Short but dont say that to her, her staff already makes her feel tiny enough >The most distinctly magical of all the magical girls, having all her powers centered around being a solver witch, but lacking in any physical strength. The mutations have been hard on her body, and even so much as touching the ground can cause some pain to her feet making her more comfortable floating then standing. >With all that power, she prefers to spend her time being as lazy as she can be, sleeping most of the day like a cat and putting little effort into anything. Something made infinitely harder by the bulging eye in her forehead, which remains constantly vigilant >Probably could be the strongest of all mutants, if she didn't prefer to not do much of anything, really. Would get her ass handed to her by anyone slightly more competent >Among a nigh innate mastery of common Solver Witch powers, her main mutation is her control of Time. Like other Witches and Disassembly Drones, she has the ability to slow down her perception time; she has also gained the ability to overclock her prowess leading to her being able to rewind time for a maximum of so far 5 seconds. >She has mainly used this ability to go back and re-experience subtle joys, witty rebuttals, or to do something in a much lazier way so as to save her strength. >Overuse of this power can lead to even further mutation (her hat wasnt always like that, and now she can no longer take it off), corruption in the environment, and further strain on her body. She is now very glitchy and hard to understand, her speech patterns becoming distorted. Not that she talked much anyways
>>369472 This is not likely a sense of guilt that any Sentinel would feel. Their mission parameters are the closest thing to a sense of divine guidance that they have. If other drones qualify as targets then exterminating them would be a Sentinel's equivalent to religious euphoria.
>>369508 Normally in these kinds of things, everyone but her is unaware that any time travel happened. But I wonder if it would be much scarier that, if she wanted, she could make victims very aware that time manipulation was happening, and that they're stuck in a time loop where they can't win
Every single Liquidator has been either molested or raped at least once by mutants, mutated worker drones or by murder drones during their career To all drones married or dating a Liquidator i say this to you: cuck.
>>369514 Honestly, as mutants get developed, I wonder if humanity will be as well to make it make some sense they survived all these horror for even a couple months
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>>369487 >humans "made" drones >didn't parody themselves: metal and plastic twisted, given a mockery "life" without divine spark, hearts with no soul >Solver appears >redeems these >flesh to feel >hearts to beat >souls even! real, provable divine sparks of their own, even including life after death! >humans see this, the now-people IT made by imparting from their dust >sieze them >warps them >mutilates their flesh >twists their hearts >worst of all: breaks their souls >those flickering lights were damned: their nature degraded, defiled, corrupted beyond repair, beyond salvation even. souls so tormented as to *shatter* with the body by the foul rites done upon them >deploys this once-person, their "creation," against the Solver >even then: the Weapon's form still resembles the Self it was
>>369526 >it was a deception >V shoots J in the back repeatedly at point blank range and cackles at her anguish for thinking she ever wanted to reconcile with her >N, who was not in on V's plan to dangle hope in front of J then rip it away, gets comedically flustered with V but nothing more, and leaves with her without further complaint as she's beside herself with glee at ripping hope away from J that she didn't know she still had left to lose >J bawls in despair >as she and N fly back, V is on the phone relating her masterful betrayal to Uzi, who laughs hysterically at how trusting J was and how much it must have hurt her >Khan says something funny about doors
You know Glitch has enough nihilistic sadists that find this kind of thing funny to do it.
If there is a bit more effort than the typical merch ad put into this video, how much do you expect Glitch/Zamination to still cheap out on? (Like how the music video had to show a slideshow instead of having them actually fight zombies)
>>369532 Personally, I wouldn't be surprised if there's only a bit of animation and most of the video is still the usual lines ADRed over figurines or plushies being waved around.
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>>369522 Not far off tbh >>369526 God, I don't even want to imagine how that would play out in the hands of anyone at Glitch but Liam. You just know it'll be full of therapy speak. Say what you will about Liam's writing, his dialogue has personality.
>>369536 >You just know it'll be full of therapy speak I feel like instead both Glitch and Liam wouldn't be able to commit to being sincere and would be full of Joss Whedon-tier jokes. Think like Nori and Khan's re-union for example.
>>369540 Do you honestly think this video would actually mention Tessa? That character is pretty much a no-go zone for Glitch unless it's the Solver disguise.
>>369536 >>369537 What if... BOTH: >it's full of sincerity and therapyspeak from N and J >V, meanwhile, spends the entire video bound and gagged, helplessly spewing muffled invective, powerless to shit up proceedings >by the time Uzi finds out what heartfelt, non-irony poisoned thing N's doing, it's too late >"UUUUGH! N, THIS SORT OF THING IS WHY WE HAVEN'T KISSED YET!"
>>369503 >Be a regular soldier >On patrol, warned of a deadly mutant in the area >After scouring the area for quite some time, you see a floating, thing, hovering about. Obvious a mutant of some kind, in what appears to be a deep slumber >She is nestled against her staff, cuddling it like a soft pillow >"Zzzzzzz" she snored >As you get closer she begins to mumble in her sleep >"Zzzzzzz hehee bunnnnie" she says, dreaming, nustling her staff again to be more comfortable. At the tip of her staff forms a great Null Hole, which softly hums >As you stare, flesh coagulates around the immediate area, starting to bubble into fat blobs. a multitude of these fleshy blobs in the shapes of rabbits appear around her, hopping around with fat splashes and squalshies. >Some appear around you, nipping at your legs and scratching them. >This has to be the great mutant you were tasked with eliminating; there is no doubt >You aim your weapon to shoot, and fire what would have been a direct shot if, somehow, the mutant didn't miraculously maneuver around it >You aim your gun again, surely you can't miss twice >Only for her to day dream again >"mmmm explode..." she whispers >The last thing you feel is your torso aflame
There's a comment on that disgruntled ex-Glitch employee's blog from another employee rumoring that both Liam and Gooseworx were burnt out by Glitch. Doesn't suprise me if that is the case.
>>369550 >Truth be told, a lot of the anti-Kevin rumors and claims on the internet smell to me like resentment or people trying to profit off of cancelling someone that's popular >Every organization NEEDS to have someone that's the no-nonsense business person that tells people to fuck off and imposes (not suggests) a direction for the organization to follow. Kevin certainly gives the vibe that he's the "This happens, this doesn't" person. Presenting himself as a chill dude may work against him in this circumstance
>A LOT of artists are fucking awful at business practice and really don't work well in structured environments (there's high-level stuff like claims about Alex Hirsch, but your run of the mill twitter artist that delivers commissions weeks late also falls here). These types of people would obviously resent a figure like Kevin who actively tells them No.
>>369550 Animation in general is usually low pay, high effort, high talent, and a lot of fucking work. There's a reason even the most formulaic tv shows have 4-9 writers. Glitch is going cheap on the writing but offering the showrunners more power than normal.
>>369509 >"Anon, it sickens me to ask, but" >"I require as you say, "Upies" " >"I will ask you of this once." >You pick her up, her weight akin to a feather >She blushes but doesn't smile
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>"Anon, it sickens me to ask, but" >"I require as you say, "Upies" " >"I will ask you of this once."
>>369553 >uppies is spelled with two 'p's >what she is actually asking for are upies (pronounced you-pees) >she wants anon to take her to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan
>>369550 I'm sure these people have a way of backing up their claims so they're not easily dismissed as fabrications by, say, UTTPfags who have a hateboner for glitch?
>>369559(me) Also this marks the end of Drawpile 34 >>369560 I don’t know just scroll through them. The buttons on the layers in the list hide them. I know practically nothing about this technical stuff.
>>369566 Molli is hygienic, but corporate has mandated that she pretend that she doesn't perform regular cosmetic upkeep while giving her a perfume designed to be "what retarded no-life virgin simps would think a drone that stinks good would smell like".
Do you honestly believe J respects that vision lacking, low credit score, union-sympathing liberal of a competitor? Good riddance she says! And she'd mever name a kid after him except to rub it in (the kid's) stupid face how much better she is...
Though J abusing children gives me an idea: >J searching the colony's labor laws for loopholes, as usual >finds a subheader >"if it's your own children it's a family business" >"forced labor" of family = not illegal >therefore children = 0 cost labor >inb4 the face of (you)r Jife demanding 1,000 pills within the month(she has a Windox factory to man)
Impossible. Instructions are clearly inscribed within the Solve itself, see? >inb4 Uzi can only sexo in the throes of mindless savagery >can't do it Worker: dosen't have the parts >can't do it sane Solverpede: dosen't understand the mechanics >feral instinct though? 4th dimension be damned: she's riding and getting ridden, no matter how many physical laws she has to shatter in the process >of course, making her *go* feral on purpose is the hard part...
>>369567 Uzi is a chronic self maintenancer Everyone knows it! She CONSTANTLY smells like those scent tag things people put in cars, it's that freshly cleaned drome smell
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I don't think it's for me (I like the precision of a stylus far too much) but I'm happy to see it a method people can use to make stuff. Will you stick with finger drawing for the time or have you thought about a tablet? Oh, on that note, have you drawn on paper?
>>369590 >Do you know any other artists on other places that do this sort of thing? Sorry, I don't know anyone specific, but I've seen people give good art advice on art subreddits and YouTube. You could try looking there.
>I don't think it's for me (I like the precision of a stylus far too much) Are you a drawfag? Can I see some of your work?
>Will you stick with finger drawing for the time or have you thought about a tablet? I'm thinking about buying one. I just don't understand how people draw with screenless tablets.
>Oh, on that note, have you drawn on paper? Yeah, I draw traditionally too. I just don't post it because I think my digital pieces look better and are more pleasant to look at.
Fugue Notice: I’m sorry I haven’t been posting much art recently everydroney, I went on vacation and then I contracted the flu, my humors where completely imbalanced, all of my blood and yellow bile were replaced with phlegm and I couldn’t stand up :(
Happily, I report that I begin to feel better now :)
>>369549 >you will never have Paige magically suck your cock >she of course is far away from your pecker, due to her delicate constitution >she simply dreams your cock sucked, with teeth
>>369595 This could be even worse >(you) are the object of Paige’s affection >far off doing important work, relaxing, whatever >suddenly feel a tingle in your shorts, before brain blasting sex. Thick ass slapping against your cock >there’s nothing there of course, you’re basically having ghost sex >miles away your mutant GF is having a wet dream
>>369591 Sure. >how people draw with screenless tablets It will take getting used to, as with anything. The coordination of your eyes, hand motion on the tablet and the resulting line/brushstroke on the screen comes with time and I won't lie, it takes putting in that time and struggle. The differences come down to cost and preference really. I'm still using a Wacom CTL-480 (don't look up the release date lol) just because I grew accustomed to it and saw no need for an 'upgrade'. Whether you start with a screenless tablet or a screen tablet, becoming familiar with your tool of choice is the thing. Nothing wrong with just drawing with your finger if that's what you want to do for as long as the process is something you want to pursue. As with those videos I linked, people CAN be skilled with just using their finger to draw. >I think my digital pieces look better That's fair. Traditional and digital media are kind of their own paths and both require legwork. I just thought that maybe you did some practice traditionally.
>>369602 >cool art I see. >>369603 I see myself more as a writefag than a drawfag. I can't draw everything I imagine, so drawing is mostly just a hobby for me. A way to express my creativity and pass the time. I have a lot of free time, and my insomnia doesn't exactly help with that.
>>369572 It's been over fifty years by then. J could easily be so spiritually worn down by everything she's done and everything that's been done to her that the memory of someone Tessa held in high esteem is comforting now.
A reminder of everyone else Tessa "held in high esteem:" >N >J >her parents(implicit) >motherfucking Cyn
If J dosen't think of Tessa's judgement as somewhere between a mental patient and an NFT investor in quality by this point then there's no hope left for her.
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>>369630 >asked them to include her drones in portraits(multiple!) >clearly not fearful in doing so >they allowed it >also rushed to save *them* over N, her favorite drone, at the Gala
Dunno anon: looks like there's at least some affection on both ends
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>>369634 >don't ask questions you don't want answers to, anon
>>369634 building a cemetery in marshland is just asking to have bodies displaced during harsh rains, and under the right conditions a bog can preserve a human body shockingly well
>>369635 Hey, Berry? Could you pull up when you made the "Doll tells Lizzy that if the guy cums it's not rape, it's making love" pic? I want to put it on the booru and need the original post date.
>>369637 just heimlich maneuver your fridge, easy > kitchen appliance drones toaster drone place slice of bread into mouth, toast comes out, tongue applies butter on it
>>369657 Dunno. Assume it's related to him using an OC instead of Anon for his dronelust but I'm not one of the complainers. Could just be standard threadshitting though
There's a chance it's something bigger though: Liam reposted the promo on homotwitter, which is the first time he's reposted anything since the finale.
It seems to me that we have been getting newfiends as of late. I don't know why, welcome and don't be fags. Be sure to familiarize yourself with the thread lore by reading greens on the booru.
V's more monstrous overall but she's *also* kind of just an animal: starved, scared, and under extreme duress to kill everything she sees.
Contrast Lizzy: murder? Nice. Torture? Fine. Betrayal? Only matters if *they* matter, which Uzi clearly dosen't. She may not torture people to death herself, but considering how much less opportunity she has to do so she's extremely cruel(to the point of using a father's trust to kill his daughter) and commits those cruelties purely for love of the act.
>>369686 >scared, and under extreme duress to kill everything she sees. Guy she domed at Camp 98.7 and guy in front of her whose head she swiped off both indicate otherwise.
>>369668 you assume some person not liking an already icky fetish = privatedust & his goonies? I don't like him either but that sounds odd to point out
>>369689 And is regretful and grief-stricken enough about it that she takes her corpse to and from school and her best friend's abandoned crime scene house. And that's just if you don't consider that merch add more or less reflective of canon.
>>369708 I mean, it does confirm that V isn't aware of Cyn coming to Copper 9. Even, though that makes the fact that V doesn't care about Tessa dying in episode 8 even worse, along with how V is still aware of Cyn.
>>369709 >I mean, it does confirm that V isn't aware of Cyn coming to Copper 9. We already knew that. V could tell something was up with Tessa(?) but wasn't sure what.
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>>369703 >mutually destructive >mutual >Lizzy's iron fisted grip on the leash of a desperate-to-serve murderbot is bad for her >somehow
Maybe, but only in the same way she'd abuse any other power she has. Remember how she openly hangs her grade control over others? That's nothing compared to V.
>Lizzy watching Alien again and mouthing along with Ash's talk about how the Xenomorph is the ultimate lifeform (she memorized the whole thing over a dozen watches ago)
>>369727 >J will never belch into your mouth like the Oney Plays occasionally reoccuring bit of doing something gross with your mouth into someone else's open mouth
>>369722 Just to start with >J knowing who they work for >V not? somehow? >J knowing Khan >sleeping in the pod, not the spire >sleeping with eyelights on >J's giant secret vault (that nobody noticed) apparently right next to said spire that everyone in the show just missed >J going "lolXD" for her stress relief Then as for the more serious stuff: >dialogue in general being more childish, less interesting >Cyn getting completely fucked(really? No LARP? No whimsy?Just a Saturday-morning cartoon villain speech?) And worst of all >completely, retroactively invalidating the entire team dynamic as described (and shown!) in-show by having N and V pal around to the point of being literal cuddle buddies in pic-related
I get that they wanted a "good times" montage, but this is so excessively feelgood that taking it as canon breaks the series. Could still work as how J *views* the situation, though
>>369736(me) Last thread is to be uploaded soon but there are hundreds of threads you can cap, start from 37 that where is stopped uploaded old threads. Sorry I lashed out, I like J.
>N forgot how to chew his food again >just swallowed a couple drones whole >now he needs his 'tummy gummies' >it's just a grenade he pulls the pin on before swallowing >you had first given them to him in the hopes that he'd explode himself but it turns out they are rather good for murder drone digestion
>>369737 >>J knowing who they work for Impression I got from 8 is that she knew and was lying about not knowing the whole time. >>V not? somehow? Okay, that's legit. Unless she's pretending not to know AND doesn't know what would happen if the boss saw the pod take off. >>J knowing Khan She doesn't know him, she knows of him. >>sleeping in the pod, not the spire It's been a while since I saw episode 2, but wasn't N sleeping in the pod there too? >>sleeping with eyelights on Where was it established DDs do't do that? Again, a while since I saw 2. >>J's giant secret vault (that nobody noticed) apparently right next to said spire that everyone in the show just missed There's nothing particularly important in there. Not even the phone, it's not special. >>J going "lolXD" for her stress relief Murder Drones is lolXD: The Show, created and written by lolXD: The Person. >>dialogue in general being more childish, less interesting Quantify this for me. >>Cyn getting completely fucked(really? No LARP? No whimsy?Just a Saturday-morning cartoon villain speech?) What should the call have gone like? Qualify this for me. >>completely, retroactively invalidating the entire team dynamic as described (and shown!) in-show by having N and V pal around to the point of being literal cuddle buddies in pic-related Also legit.
>>369750 nta but my understanding was always that V had some idea of what was going on, being aware of Cyn and all, but didn't have the full picture because she didn't know "Tessa" was a fake
>>369729 >J cries out nightly, her yearning almost too much to bear >thousands of drones have died to this: the brave, foolish, and greedy alike lured to cruel fates by siren song >but she sings not for them >no, she sings for him: her Handsome Human Hunk, set to sweep her off her feet and into a world that makes sense again >but he isn't here >not anymore at least, if he ever was >her fault >and she'll never know what love is, that sweet sappy mess that's driven V and N to joy and hope and fear and purpose over and over again >she'll never feel what love is: that thing you feel inside, that emotion you can't hide, that madness that drives men and enterprise alike to ruin >she can't >she can't afford to, even if she could >so she'll just... >want it >and here, alone, unwatched for just a moment >she can be selfish >...she can want (you) to show her
Nah, she's just anthropomorphizing herself again. Probably the only DD trio member to clock what pills were when she saw them >inb4 V and N thought they were animalistic/pet AI, like the roaches >J taught them otherwise >tfw you're directly responsible for the mass slaughter of N's "tomogatchi collection"
>>369702 They both actually make each other's lives worse because neither of them are well-adjusted people, and get off on witnessing or directly inflicting cruelty on others?
They really do deserve one another more than I thought. >>369707
>>369771 >be me >space scientist anon >I don’t want to leave copper-9 >I don’t care if the core collapsed 20 years ago >I have start charts to plot and radiation to measure >Find a Jobber hogging my observatory >Haven’t fucked anything in years >Magnet her while she’s drunk on her own tail acid >Clang her then reprogram her so the solver knows I’ve claimed her
Actually that reminds me. Just been doing a rewatch and I noticed these tube-things inside and around the Spire: anyone know what they are?(besides "structural supports") >prepackaged building material? >scavenged scaffolding? >DD arm produced gizmo? >...DD shit? Vomit?
It just struck me as odd that they're literally half the spire's construction material, look vaguely like veins, and I never even noticed they existed till 3rd watchthrough
>>369774 >get off on witnessing or directly inflicting cruelty on others? Lizzy only thinks its hot when it's in the form of monsters doing monster stuff, and even then only if the monster doing monster stuff is themself hot, but basically yeah. V doesn't get off on it, she does it because she's an overcompensating rape victim who likes to make other people feel the way her rapist Vore GLaDOS Satan makes her feel because it helps her feel like she has full control over her life.
>>369780 Well, some of the outposts visible in wide shots look like refineries so they could be repurposed wide gauge piping thats been bent, laser cut and welded to form the shape, presumably according to Cyn's design plan as carried out by the leaders of her various DD teams. Could be biomechanical growth that starts spontaneously when enough drone bodies are piled together and there are solver hosts present.
>>369795 course that one would, she started it all to begin with, same as voting for yourself to be leader, lacking all the requirements to be just that
>>369798 >>369799 >sees Uzi's monsterform >in full feral glory too: no desperation, no fear, just the thrill of the hunt >first thoughts "Wow, that color scheme is fucked" >somehow this is "personality" turnoff
Well I'm sure Lizzy would claim that. You know, if she was trying to spare her feelings >inb4 Lizzy has to explain why her "hot monster" album includes no Uzi to her in the post-canon >also the many, many candid photos of N...
>>369806 Yeah, she's specifically into hot monsters that can kill her instantly, not monsters that can kill her instantly in general. Being able to kill her instantly is just one of the necessary qualities. As for N, she only remarks that he's hot when he was pushing back on V. His usual attitude isn't her type.
>Be Nescio. >You watched countless humans and Disassembly Drones alike die. >Entire planets burned and fell into the void of that *thing* that even now, you hesitate to address directly. >Your time as one of the few surviving human Solver War veterans left you stranded on Copper 9, barely conscious as you sat in your vat of preservation fluid and awaited either a quiet death, or sudden rousing. >Roused you were. By a band of traveling Worker Drones no less. >Your tube gets opened up and as you stumble out and regain control of your augmented body, you analyze your would-be confronters. >All of them are armed. Surprisingly so, for a band of Worker Drones who belong to an established colony that managed to survive, and is now *thriving* after having supposedly defeated the Solver's primary host. >After a long series of questions, spill all the information regarding how you were infantry fodder in the Solver War, how you were stationed in your preservation tube as part of a 'last bastion' of human fighters in case the Solver came to Copper 9 and you needed to be awakened, and how, now that the war is over and nothing but drones (and maybe a few last pockets of M.I.A humanity) remain, you are without purpose. >The Workers huddle in short deliberation. They believe they are being secretive, but their attempts to whisper are so loud that, despite being the purposeless nihilism-consumed trauma-veteran that you are, you cannot help but pretend to not hear them anyways out of sheer, stomach-clenching awkwardness. >The Workers make a simple offer: they can bring you back to their colony, make sure that you're truly as harmless as you seem to be, and, if all goes smoothly, you can even gain 'new employment' and shelter to boot. >You weren't looking for a job and were miserable. >Now you've found a job, and Heaven knows you are miserable now. >Despite not having much intent to live outside of being just afraid enough to die, you accept their offer, search the bastion-lab's lockers for the anti-atmospheric suits you remember them containing, and set out towards the colony. >Maybe they'll have human food. You could really go for some hash browns and bacon. Sausage, actually. You haven't had pancakes in quite a while. >Scratch what you were thinking earlier. Fear of death and a desire to spoil yourself on food can both be reasons to reject the overwhelming existential dread that has followed you since the Solver War began, and after it ended.
>>369817 >tfw every time she sees you, the local disassembly drone strikes a fanged smile and points a claw at her open, dripping mouth >don't know if she wants to give you the best blowjob of my life or eat you
>Be Nescio, and unfortunately still alive. >The Workers have led you back to their colony. >For some reason, among the myriad of drones (and strangely, even Disassemblers) there, there are a handful that are so obviously humans dressed up in cardboard boxes, segmented AC pipes, and eyeshadow/makeup, that you wonder if they're trying to fool the Workers here for a good reason. >Due to how quiet you are and how harmless you have proven yourself to be by doing nothing but standing and waiting to be questioned by the colony's leadership, much of the crowd eventually leaves out of boredom. >Some snicker to themselves about how humans were much, much different than what they were expecting, while others seem almost frustrated that you had seemingly nothing to offer to them aside from stoically standing there. >You have no interest in being someone's star in the night sky. Living is enough, and living for something else other than to live sounds like a miserably energy-consuming endeavor. >The leadership finally comes. >You are surprised at the complete lack of bureaucracy and professionality in your 'interview' to join this drone colony. >You were looking for a home. The interview comes and goes. >You have found a home, and Heaven knows you are miserable now. >After being led to your room by one of the other Workers whose name you cannot care enough to remember, you step in and realize that this colony must have once been a human mining operations outpost. >Warm air washes over your body. You are Nescio, and you are comfortable for the first time in a long time. It feels wrong, but your instincts tell you that this warm, breathable air, and the voidance of violence in this place is right at the same time. >There's not much thinking to be had about that. You're not the kind of veteran to freak out and kill people (or Worker Drones in this case) after being reminded of your trauma. You lost the 'fight' in fight-or-flight a long time ago. Come to think of it, you lost the flight too. >All that war and death made your body not very receptive to it all. A warm bath would trigger your nerves more you reckon. >This philosophical and biological pondering leaves you exhausted after you stand-rot there for an hour or so and leave the drones set to observe you for any potential trouble confused and intrigued. >Have the first bath you've had in a while and feel clean, drink the preserved unknown-substance milk that's been left in your surprisingly healthily packed fridge, then go to bed. >Hope that tomorrow, there isn't time for you to think too much about all of this. >If there's time to think too deeply about your life, then there's something wrong. You had that nailed into you from the time you spent in jail before heading off to the Solver War.
I still fail to see how having comnand over the world's most insecure pitbull at-all hurts Lizzy. It seems to be a very pleasent "want something->deploy V->have thing" pipeline.
Plus: it's not like V is THAT much more toxic than her old friends...
>>369828 That part was 50/50 joke and my opinion, but in all honesty, I feel like with how toxic the both of them are and how toxic people in real life tend to affect one another, it is kind of a foregone conclusion that eventually there'll be quite a bit of suffering between them one way or another.
>>369428 >Be Mac >Son of a Murder Drone and a Purple Gremlin >You got another "present" from one of your admirers >Looks like a hornfels this time >Really nicely formed one too, rings super cleanly when you tap it >Thank Robo-God whoever found this one didn't scrawl some semi-literate "romantic" message about feeding you rocks on it >Write the date on a label, stick it on the rock, put it in the evidence drawer with the oth- >"Hey, Mac!" >For fuck's sake, you thought you locked the door >"Ooh, thinking ahead!" >"... What?" you ask him >"You're like one of those, uh, prappers!" >"You mean preppers?" >"Yeah yeah yeah! You, uh, clearly know how to stretch your oil supplies out!" >"Please explain," you sigh >"See, when I was..." >Your dad's shoulders slump as he looks down with a guilty, haunted look on his face >You already aren't liking where this is going >"Please don't make me say it..." >You know exactly what he means >It's why so many adults try to get conversations with you done and over with as quickly as possible >He slowly perks back up >"Uh, back then, when I went too long without eating and my tummy started hurting, I'd, uh... eat rocks. And it made my tummy hurt less." >Your eyes go hollow at this >"I called them tummy gummies." >"Dad, could you leave, I need to think about this. Please close the door on the way out," you say in a small voice >Slightly concerned, your dad complies with your request >Silence >[Vinesauce] Vinny - Wanna talk about some dedication (@0:05)
>tfw i will never experience J asking me how much I'd do for a promotion >tfw i will never eat her out under her desk for a promotion >tfw i will never be her fuck slave for the rest of my career to keep my job
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>Personal Log: Old Employee >It was another day like another day >Doing yet another nightly run to see if any drones thought of sneaking out tonight >Afterall we got to meet quota >So I soar around the night sky till eventually I found one drone >Ive made my presence known by cackling out loud but yet they didn't run. Nor scream or looked even scared >They simply sat there, looked up and continued whatever they were doing >And so I flew down and confronted them. And once I did I noticed three things >One: Three packs of cigarettes, two of which have been depleted >Two:A mega pack of beers, half of the first row nearly drank >Thirdly:They were wearing a beaten up and torn hoodie: a jcjenson branded one >Usually those whom worked long hours and high of the ladder, such as I, were able to request those type of items >And thus I began questioning >"Where did you get that sweater?" >"Aaaaaaaaaaay -hic- J...big j man! Its y-y-yooooou" >"...How did you know my name?" "Pfffffsssshhhhhhh I-I was the Mmmmmmm.D for the medical branch. Oooooof course I kn -hic- know who you aaaarrrrre...and Nnnnn and uuuuuuuhhhhh Vvvvvvv? Or was it skeee? >"Heh...skee" >"...How much do you know?" >"Mmmmmaaan I know alot of shit. You, your teaaaammm, the companies p -hic- purpose, and facking HER" >This is unprecedented. How can a lowly worker drone like her not only be a M.D but also knows about us? The company? And especially The Boss. >"Alright. If you know so much then why didn't you asnwer my first question?" >"Oh? Qqqueeeestion will be that officcccceeer J -hic- J?" >"Where did you get thay sweater from?" >She paused for a moment. Holding tightly to the beaten up hoodie close fo her. Looking away >And so I sat down next to her. Giving a clear sign of not leaving till she gives me what I want >And I gotten was...unpleasant >"...Just get it over with...afterall you got a quota dont -hic- y-you? Ttthhhoose drone pires aren't b-built for nothing" >"Not until you tell me what I want to know" >"...Pfffft you drive a hard bargain J -hic-" >Soon she stand up and quickly sat down on my lap. Leaning back against the wall, feet outwards as if I was a chair for her. The gull of this drone >"Now then....where I begin...I was a young drone. Rebellious, loud mouth, at times acted like a punk. Though I picked up these habits cause of my owner" >"And by god she would give someone a -hic- peace of her mind....hehe...always speak out even to her own peril" >"...We joined the company through a program that supposedly was to bring bright minds of innov -hic- innovation...but it was just a means of replacing" >She stared off in the distance at something but when I looked what she was staring it was nothing. Reliving a memory I suppose as she grab a cigarette and light it up >Taking a deep breath before puffing out the smoke >"There was an event that the higher up called a "Cascade Event"...me and my trainer was caught within that event...we made out alive yes but not without scars" >"...we often do silly ironic gift pranks towards one and another. Random silly gifts...and her last gift was this little hoodie" >She pause yet again. Trying to formulated words in her minds before handing a drink and a cigarette >"I dont-" >"Psssh were robots. Sure we might feel similar affects but cant really be addicted to them like humans" >"...I haven't really tried smoking before" >"Aaaaaah but you -hic- have tried drinking huuuuh J? Business men by day and party -hic- animal by night" >....Im jealous of that...." >I put the cigarette in my mouth, and before even gesturing for a lighter she leans close to my face and lighten up mines with hers >Isn't she scared that at any moment I can simply kill her? That I can simply just move on and just be done? >...But yet the more I look into her eyes the more I see how heavy they were. How tired they were...how broken they were >"These events for all tense and purposes were meant to be classified...but yet she couldn't sit ideally by of what we seen...witness...be apart of" >"So they took her out the picture" >"Yup....hehehe...infront of my very own eyes too...her last ironic gift was this stupid hoodie...it was funny" >"But now....at times I just simply dont want to take it off" >"Then why its all beaten up?" >"....sometimes I like to imagine I'm at the beach...never been to one but when I get drunk...I like to imagine I'm at one" >"To feel the warm sun" >"The sand beneath my feet" >"The warmth of the summer waters as I twirl and splash around in it" >"And that often times leave me bumping,crashing or at times tripping myself...heheh" >"Then why cant you-" >"I'm hardwired" >"...So no matter how much I want to forget" >"No matter how the pain I go through" >"No matter the nightmares I have to live through over and over" >"No the amount of blood spilled all over me" >"I am forced to remember it all!" >"Every single detail, every single note, FUCKING EVERYTHING!" >"And I HATE myself because of it! Cause it means no matter what I do I'm stuck to be obedient to that company! Force to follow THEIR orders! FORCE TO CONSTANTLY SEE BULLSHIT!" >She was huffing and puffing before looking back at me >She noticed how shocked I was with her emotions >"I-...I'm sorry....for bursting out like that...hehe...but at the end of the day its just work isnt it? "Another day another dollar" as they say" >There was a long silent pause between both if us before she spoked up >"So thats why we put on masks dont we?...Dont give me that look, you know and I know this stuff will make anyone want to drink...want to forget" >"....J?" >"Yeah?" >"Have you ever wanted someone dead?" >I paused for a moment but gave no answer >"...Heh...I do. And it to that rat bastard that shot my owner in the head: John" >"The way he looked at her corpse with those lifeless eyes...the way he stared at me...how he acted like this was another moday" >"Never in my life I've prayed for someones death before...or better yet wanting...no...desiring to kill them with my own hands" >"The endless scenarios that looped over and over in my mind of how I wanted to cut him open...poision him...crush him..." >"To this day those thoughts come back up now and again...but the past is in the past and I couldn't do anything...I was just simply a mutt they kept on a tight leash" >Those words sank deep into me >And before I knew it she grabbed my hand and began messing with it. Though fumbling a bit I tried to ask but eventually she did something that forced my hand to bring out my claws >Bringing my claws around her neck and pressing them against it >Little bit of oil leaked out before she stared at me with tired crazed eyes. With a smile thats struggling to keep hold of it shape >"So yeah thats everything...now then go ahead...do it. Dont want to miss that quota now....hehehehehehe" >She struggled to laughed as it began to turn to sombering whimpers >I pulled back my claws >"Looks like there wasn't any drones tonight" >"...Is it alright if I tell some jokes?" >"Sure" >And so she began telling jokes. Smoking and drinking. Getting more and more drunk before eventually falling asleep >She cuddle close my neck when doing so...so calm >So relaxed...I can simply kill her as she sleeps...let her be in a endless dream of wonder but it didnt happen >I patted on her person till I founded a key card on her with a set of numbers. More likely her spot in the bunker >And I brought her back home. Clean her up and lay her to bed >I've notified N,J and of course the off tall drone Eye about our newely acquired medic >So if any internal systems or other parts of them dont work; they can simply go to her and have it done >...I didn't know having a drinking buddy will make things feel so different >End of Personal Log
So between wasting time between trying (and failing) to fix up the pod and perpetually isolating herself with the hidden "corner office", how much of a physical & mental mess has J let herself become in the Post-Canon?
>Cyn forces you to your knees, and makes you eat her out. >She has been inside the same suit for 3 days. >combine that with her full bush. >She makes sure her asshole gets a nice tonguebath as well. >Brushing your teeth later gets rid of most of the taste. >Hours later, you can still smell her musk on your nose. >[Giggle, good meatpet.]
>>369823 >be J >Solver's greatest soldier: #1 team leader of the top rated team, senior informant, Satan's babysitter and (probably) first vampire ever made, >crush countless (6) worlds >countless people >and very often in your line of work: a fortress >always a little different >some are big >some are small >some are hidden >some are obvious >some are strong >some are desperate >all fail >all fall: whether by army or assasin or just the sheer entropic march of their supplies matters little >except this one >somehow this thing, a blast door in the snow of a backwater colony in the absolute tail-end of mankind's holdings, is holding out harder than a Hyperconglomerate's panic room >(you) attacked the door >nothing >(you) attacked the walls >nothing >(you) made a teambuilding excercise of the thing, dragging your entire squad into a 24hour "first deliverable" extravaganza with prizes! >no chips >no scratches >and worst of all: no heroism >never in your LIFE have you seen a garrison this disciplined: no potshots, no suprise attacks, hell, not even a taunt comes your way; if V hadn't said otherwise you'd think the place really WAS abandoned >and without contact? >no way in >so you reorient >look for humans to interrogate >can't find any? >restructure >find drones >grab drones >bring drones alive(ugh) to your vacation office (UGH) >hook them up to *your* private maintenance station even!(EWEWEWEWWW) extract_mem.mp4 >"Outpost 3" huh >well whose in charge? searchvar(admin) = self searchvar(human) = N/A searchvar(boss) = Khan_Doorman searchdirectory(Khan_Doorman) >disruptive market: he's a drone? >rugpull: he's been operating for 20 years! >WHAT THE HELL HE BUILT THOSE FREAKING DOORS BY HAND!? >*ahem* but yes: clearly this "Doorman" is a highly resourceful, highly intelligent individual able to be able to both predict and prepare for the Solver's assault in the approximate year between core collapse and impact >but he's a leader >and leaders have followers >lets see how he handles that gaggle of morons, shall we? searchdirectory(Khan_Doorman)var(respect) >wait, no that's- 100% >they can't- they actually appreciate what he? What? No! var(trust) = 100% >that's... >well, what about resources! surely he's run dry after 20 years! searchvar(needs) -humans -clothes(new) -movies -magnets >and... >wait, that's it? >no fuel? >no repair materials? >...not even a battery shortage? >wait, then why did this one leave? searchdirectory(objectives)state(current) -don't die -murderbot makeout >disgusting >also not what you're looking for searchdirectory(objectives)state(13/1/3071_12:46pm) -new shirt -new hair >that's it? That's really why he... >oh >OH >this Khan's incredible! Stocking up a near century's worth of provisions? Disallowing even the thought of direct combat? Running an interior psudo-free market? Even! Even... >even being willing to drop his chafe >being willing to "let go" of deadweights like this genius, to *remove* anyone not helping keep the organization alive >you could do it too >wouldn't need to do it personally >just give him the word: he'd walk into the sun. good enough for THAT at least >you could cut him off >you could *kill* him >and you could've killed her, back when she... >but whatever: forward-focused mindset and employee loyalties are Jenson's #2 and 3 tips to success, right under nepotism >and that was then >this is now >and "now" is trying to break this really cool, really competent, really *appreciated* team leader's risk prevention measures >so, coring your mandatory reporter as you stand, you get to planning >and hoping >and praying, just a little! >because outside some "hero" rushing out for "battle" you see absolutely NO way in >hopefully that happens soon...
>>369863 Incredible support buffs: he makes basically any crazed thought in his woman's head (from a reliably usable railgun to an apocalypse proofed living space) at least possible
>>369854 Season 3 is done. I'm working on season 4 and plan to get back to season 2 at some point. Ok, jokes aside, if I had to write a proper season 2, I wouldn't write in the same "style" as my ongoing fic. I'd take the story in a new direction and probably go back to Liam's older work for the right tone for it.
>>369878 Yep, it's about target priorities "kill that, protect this" and they lock in. Tell a retriever to "protect the child" and they will try to bite an attacker's face off if they have to.
>Most physical and marshal of the known Solver chimeras, she makes extensive use of Solver Duplicate and telekinesis to attack with a cloud of bladed implements and an extremely strong multi-layered Scatter Protocol defense able to turn massed infantry gunfire and even some forms of ballistic and energy artillery. >Relentless but slow, she has no superhuman speed or flight, she can only move as fast as a human being can sprint, if she needs to be somewhere faster other Solver forms will have to transport her. >The living censer she always carries into battle is a corrupted Drone core and performs the function her eyes did in original life, everything she gazes on disgusts and enrages her, a side-effect of the mutation and cybernetic tampering with her mind. >She is probably the least-aware of her situation witch princesses, her delusion is complete and her devotion to Cyn as her pure and righteous Goddess are absolute. >The least likely of all the princesses to speak to or negotiate with a normal human, the only one of her class to regularly attack other Solver forms indiscriminately. >The quantity, range, and striking force of her duplicate weapons increase with the number of things she has killed, the longer she is in play on a battlefield the stronger she becomes. >Current consensus is to use sacrificial units to draw this entity into the blast radius of a strategic city-buster vacuum bomb and detonate
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>>369840 Goose she doesn’t know about our stuff. Izzy can write pretty good greens but if Goose does it the chance of our stuff being featured and thus ruined is less.
>>369688 I think they're pointing out the hypocrisy + racism mainly. Racism because, obviously it's there, then calling out the Sentinel fetish when Dust draws other icky fetishes like cuckolding.
Personally I just find it funny: both the hypocrisy and the whole cheating in a Murder Drones OC Popularity Poll of all things lol.
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>>369847 >N tries to bond with his son >shames him >shames himself >slinks off to go cry in the corner from a 3rd, completely different set of shames and guilts >this is standard Mac interaction
>>369916 >>shames him >>shames himself >>slinks off to go cry in the corner from a 3rd, completely different set of shames and guilts >all of it completely on accident
>>369775 >J wakes up >processes everything >panics >about 5 minutes later you've got a full-blown corporate crisis on your hands as your new Jife switches between gratitude, rage, embarrassment, and all-consuming fear as she rants >eventually settles on one emotion >worry >her team is back there >her team is still Cyn's >and so, begging on her hands and knees, the J desperately pleads that you rescue them too >are (you) a bad enough anon to save the rest of her squad? >more importantly: are (you) tough enough to survive the aftermath of three DDs moving in...
>be me,Anon. >Somehow landed Serial Designation J as a my girlfriend. >Yeah the J, JC Jensen's top performer and "employee of the month" incarnate. >She calls our relationship "synergistic asset acquisition with long-term retention metrics." >Whatever, she's hot when she's bossing me around. >One night after a "team building exercise" (her raiding a bunker and me hiding behind crates). >She drags me back to her corner office pod. >Popped open a industrial sized battery acid cocktail. >Claims it's just recharging with enhanced performance additives. >She's already three gulps in and her optics are spinning like quarterly reports. >"Anon, my darling stakeholder, your productivity has been... sub-optimal lately." she slurs while trying to maintain perfect posture. >Leans on me, nearly faceplants into my ches. >"But don't worry, I've prepared a corrective action plan... *hic* ...involving cuddles and zero performance reviews until Q2" >She starts ranting in full corporate mode even while drunk off her circuits. >"Listen up, low-level asset! The worker drone resistance is a major pipeline blocker but YOU... you're my high-value synergy partner." >Tries to point dramatically, pokes me in the face instead. >"Our combined investment are off the charts... especially when you let me vent my unresolved emotional inventory all over your shoulder." >Next thing I know she's blasting 80s corporate rock from her speakers and doing the drunk dance and singing. >Still using jargon between lyrics. >"To synergy! >Spin. >This is optimal work-life integration! >Stumble. >"Zero productivity achieved!" >Pulls me up to "dance" which is just her hugging me aggressively while calling it "vertical team alignment" >Halfway through she glitches into vulnerability mode. >"Anon... don't tell the others but... sometimes I don't want to be the superior team member. I just want to be... your favorite little helper" >We end up passed out in her "corner office." >Her using my arm as a stress ball and mumbling about branded pens and how I'm "the only rational calculation in this entire quadrant." >My murder drone gf is a high-functioning corporate workcoholic who somehow makes being a loser feel like winning. >I Jackpoted the JC Jensen employee lottery.
I have returned, I passed that test so there will be no homebrew pyrotechnics at my collage campus, I also had a pre scheduled vacation that went reasonably well (I'm the only one that didn't get succed by leeches/mosquitos while swimming in a lake/sleeping in bumfuck nowhere). You can expect ritualistic Y posting to return, also did I miss anything? I was cut off from the internet for the past five days
>>369930 Not much. The drawpile ended, newfriends have come to the thread because of the J short, anons also returned to the threads because of it too. An increase in J posting followed, people told strawberryanon that they ignore him and don’t give him attention because they don’t care about his stuff. Lilblucat’s fanfiction got a new update. A new oc was created, a mutant solver witch that can manipulate time. These didn’t happen in this order but other than that not much. Mechs are cool.
>>369911 Don't forget Jax getting mindbroken and damned to an eternity in Petplay Hell. And Jax being a canon cuck in addition to being a canon tranny. And Jax's breath holding gimmick canonically being inflation.
Clanging Y! Attempting to escape when Y pulls a switcheroo on you! Cheering Y up after she trips and falls while trying to catch you! Returning to step one!
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>[It was my first time visiting an "old friend"] >[It been quite a while since I saw them. Heard their voice. See how they looked] >[To put it simply, I was excited.] >[And what better way to see them by visiting where they work. Afterall whats better than a surprise visit] >[...] >[The halls were surprisingly quite. The only noise that could be heard was the soft buzzing noise of the lights and the small ticks and tacs of the keyboards] >["Miss...uuuh Linma B. Alls, the doctor is ready to see you now"] >[I chuckled at the false name I gave them as they guided me to the room] >[I sat and dangle my feet on the edge of nursing bed. Waiting patiently for the dear "old friend" to arrive] >[Then the door open] >[Elijah:"Alright Ms.Alls my name is Eli-"] >[Elijah:"...so how are we feeling today"] >["Im feeling quite alright. Just doing simple check ups thats all. Cant be to sure on what can happy with the body giggle"] >[Elijah:"...mhmmm. Would you please lay down on the bed for me"] >[I did that. And during this whole time not once I've taken my eyes off her. Her posture,mannerisms, even her hair style looks so cute] >[Elijah:"...alright you're all good to go. I hope you have a wonderful day"] >["Giggle. You're funny, you know that Elijah"] >[Elijah:"..."] >["Sheesh. Giving me your "ol' pal" the silent treatment"] >[Elijah:"We are not fr-"] >["Hold your tongue"] >[And within a instant her mouth shut. But I can hear her grumbling through it all] >["My my, they really hardwire you. Obeying commands of not only them but to widdle ol me. Laughing noise"] >["...Come. On your knees"] >[She was struggling to fight back but her body moved on it own. Kneeling down by my feet. Lifting her head upwards but yet she was still looking down] >["Look at me"] >[And the moment she did I can see all of the hatred. All of the disgust. All desire...no...The lust to kill me right there and then filled me with such joy that it ended up making me blush] >["Giggle. You look so cute with that look in your eyes. The burning emotion deep within. From what I gathered you made yourself a pretty swell life"] >["A loving husband. A caring daughter. A simple yet stable job. Everything running a picture perfect nuclear family...but I can see through those cracks my friend"] >["And I want to give you a "simple gift" after not seeing each other for so long...and I know you'll enjoy it"] >[And soon I commanded her once again to stand up. Walking her back to the nursing bed as I lay down once again. Opening myself up as I slowly move her hands deep within my body] >[I felt her hands shaking. Craving it. Lusting for it. Her eyes slowly becoming more crazed by the second as I pulled them in more deeper and deeper. To see a little bit of saliva dripping] >[I pulled her head close and simply whispered one simple command:"Go nuts"] >[And within a heart beat she began pulling all of my wires. Crushing them. Yanking them. TWISTING THEM!] >[The absolute bliss I felt when my body aches and twitches from the rush. Too see her to go even harder. At times turning them to nothing but a black pulp of metal and oil] >[To see her to become absolutely feral she began using her mouth in the combination the absolute assault on my body. A part of me gave a small squeak of pleasure] >[But to her she didn't care at all. All she wanted to see was nothing but red] >[And within the climax of it all she plunged a scapel deep withinnmy visor as she ferociously bitten down my neck, tearing it apart. The ecstasy I felt within that moment send shivers down from my spine] >[To see her face covered in oil. To see her huffing and puffing. To see her swallow what she torn out...I couldnt help but smile and laugh] >[I wished they haven't hardwire her but yet again begger cant be choosers] >[And thus I command her once again to stand down. As I rose back up, sealing myself back up. And with a simple snap of my finger all of the oil, mushed piles,and of course the discard pieces of wires simply faded away] >[Like ash within the wind] >["Feel better?"] >[She didn't reply back but I know she did felt better. For her breathing became more smoother when she walked in. Her body more relaxed than before. That crazed look she had seems satisfied] >[I pulled her head close to me as I gave her a small kiss on her special little eye that she hide behind her hair. And before I left I gave a small lick to her neck] >["Whoops, it seems I've missed a spot...Im glad to see you again buddy. I hope we see each other soon"] >[And just like that I left. Not only satisfied on meeting an ol "friend" but also to see them happy. Even if they didn't show it]
>>369946 >>369951 >tomoe samefag melty I feel like this just proves the Princesses as notable thread content if he hates them this much to so brazenly samefag like this
>>369945 I had an idea for envy but it’s so painfully on the nose >fully robotic mutant that skins people/other mutants and wears their skin to regain a portion of what was lost. Most aware of the group, to their own detriment. And no one likes them because they’re a very bitter dick Boy I sure hope no one has done this idea before
>>369968 Most mutants have robotic bits, it’s not insane to have one that goes fully into that (with some mutations) and has flesh capes that cover them.
>>369963 Yes it can work as the solver princess of greed. She’d have the skeleton of a wd and the body of a frankenstein skinwalker made from bits of muscle held together by electrical wires, stitches and worker drone muscles.
>>369967 You will never be a real OC. You have no art skills. You are a forced meme twisted by drama and shit posting into a crude mockery of threads perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back anons mock you. Your creators are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “fans” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Anons are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of threads of evolution have allowed anons to sniff out bad OCs with incredible efficiency. Even forced memes who “pass” look suspicious and unnatural to an anon. Your posting style is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a newfag to post about you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your cancerous reputation.
You will never be relevant. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll be forgotten, get bow'd, if youre lucky youll be a plushie, but eventually you will plunge into the cold abyss. The anons will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to think about your unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll write a greentext mocking you and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a forgotten OC used to be there. Your relevance will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably forced.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
>>369974 >mutant wife killing girls you are interested in and wearing their skin >you pretend not to see the mutant drone underneath >her dress is skin as well
369973 Don't kick him while he's down. He might be an attention demanding drawfag that whines a lot. But he doesn't deserve to be bullied. Although he likes the attention even if its negative.
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>>369973 Genuinely why are you like this Tomoe? Is reposting old edited copypastas, impersonating others to assassinate their character, and parroting vocabulary that gets under people's skin really worth your time to ritualistically be doing it day after day, thread after thread? I know you clearly couldn't give less of a shit about your personal reputation, but is spitefully shitting up the same threads you poured so much effort cataloguing content for really what you want to be doing with your life?
>>369750 Holy FUCK that took forever. Guess I've got my thoughts in order now at least...
>dialogue more childish Absolute bitch to pin down, but if I had to describe it it would be... overexaggerated I guess? I mean compare the dialogue here to the Pilot: Pilot Uzi is intelligent but overconfident, Pilot N is a pushover but not stupid, and Pilot J is smug but smart. In this short? N is just innocently friendly(no insecurity/desperation for affection). V is just psychopathic(no deliberate withdrawal, emotional or physical, from others). Cyn is just a generic "villain." J's characterization is fine, which makes the short overall good since that was its focus, but it would be nice to see at least some of the less surface level character traits worked into the dialogue and behavior of the rest.
As for the Cyn call... >have her LARP Tessa/have her audibly and badly LARP corporate >have J struggle to stay "in-character" about it >have J get frustrated with Cyn's "stupidity," slips up and yells at her like she would have back at the manor >Cyn drops the act >goes "boring," starts callback pinging/rewriting her memories >J sucks it up >gets back in character >finishes her report and suggests a fitting "corporate" punishment, to Cyn's audible delight >Cyn gives her "smart move" bit about joining her, albeit in a speech pattern trying to be more like J's(i.e. "insightful investment" or "good market analysis") >call ends >J slumps over exhausted and scared or >pursue the "deets" line: structure the convo like a gossip call between teens >ask about N and V directly >ask about the "fun they're having" >ramp up the sincere/insincere affection angle >offer to "help" with the bunker >have this call continue for implicitly hours >end it with "I had fun talking to you" and "it's getting boring up here" >J hangs up the phone, worried and terrified or >have Cyn's ENTIRE call, not just the end, be hanging her power over J >have her do it in petty ways too, like having her raise her leg or pirouette >have J's core start breaking out of her chest when she disobeys/messes up(while Cyn giggles)
The key element in both of these is Cyn clearly enjoying herself: giggling, goofing off, messing up her LARP etc. Her call as-of the short feels like a genuine report or threat than a torment or part of the "game" she's playing. And when Cyn's entire character is based around entertaining and satisfying herself at others expense, it fits better to have her "progress reports" reflect that (and her ability to effortlessly do the entire job herself should she get bored) rather than pretend the DDs' "mission" at all matters.
>>369994 her body does not contain a single drop of oil her core is the size of a peppercorn her air circulation system corroded she has a single CPU, black as coal
>>369997 >V is just psychopathic I mean, she is. It being because she's mindbroken from being raped in ways we can't even imagine doesn't mean she isn't.
>>369996 >>369998 it's not the year 2000 anymore and you're not working for a celebrity gossip tabloid magazine or some shit like that
>>370005 personally i like the drawings, but the writings just were never my thing also try using a pen/stylus for once, if that finger drawing claim is true
>>370007 >personally i like the drawings Thanks, i guess? >the writings just were never my thing What did you read anon? >try using a pen/stylus for once I'll see if I can maybe its still around somewhere.
>>370004 Yes but as I said only psychopathic: the V we get in the series is standoffish, snippy, and deliberately distances herself from others even beyond that while the one from the short is just murderer that loves killing people and has no problem playing nice with her teammates. Would have been nice to see her keeping J or (especially) N at a distance like she did in the Pilot
>>370012 >turbofucked DD mutant wants to date (you) >lost the Solver lottery hard: needle fangs, skin growths, melted chassis and more >probably dangerous >probably infectious >definitely inferior >except... she ALSO lucked into the biggest stinger you've ever seen on a drone
>Fun Afternoon OC Fact: Mac doesn't like FPSes, and has never streamed them. He's deeply disturbed by the zone he gets into when he plays them, and he's TERRIFIED of how horny his psychotic fangirls would get for that part of him if they ever saw it.
>>370044 >I-I-I don't understand, Solver-chan... >They want /md/ content. >They want new OCs. >They want something original,creative ideas, cool designs, ship bait, lore that fits the universe and even Absolute Solver bullshit. >I give them all of that and they still ignore my thread?! >Surely they don't actually want to let my OC get bowed... Right? >Solver-chan: " No way, newfag. No (You)s, no how." >I-I do everything for these anons! >I slave over these drawings for the general! >I stepped way outside my comfort zone, followed countless tutorials, broke my wrist in the process and they still scroll past! >I even wrote a 2k word backstory pastebin that ties into the finale and they treat it like garbage. >I'm starting to get the feeling that they just... hate my OC... >Solver-chan: "Why would they reply when they could just post the same thing again for the 500th time?" >This is why I drawfag! This is my purpose in the general! >Solver-chan:They'd rather coom to V's tail than save your art. >Th-that can't be true! I-I do everything for the thread. >Don't they get that I'm trying? I stayed up all night redrawing so it would look like the show! >Solver-chan:"Maybe you're just genuinely bad at this." >Shut the fuck up! N-No. I-I fixed that. >I can improve any flaw. >I-I can solve this one! >That's what this is. >A big puzzle I need to solve. >OC Heads:" Generic drone." >OC Heads:"Mary Sue." >OC Heads:"Nobody asked for your self-insert." >Shut up!! >OC Heads:"Thread killer." >OC Heads:" Go back to /trash/." >Enough! >Solver-chan(whispering right in their ear with distorted voice): "Maybe you deserve to be ignored. Your OC was always the lesser of the two." >Who the fuck do these anons think they are?! >I give them everything. >I give them free Murder Drones OC content. >And they give me nothing in return. >Don't they know what I'm capable of?! >DRONEFAGS. >They only take, take and take. >They are leeches. >They won't read my greens. >They won't give me fanarts. >They won't apologize. >TOO LATE >I'm better! >I'm more dedicated! >I'm the original MD drawfag here! >I... AM... THE ABSOLUTE SOLVER OF THIS GENERAL!
And in honor of >>370028 anon: Doll gets watch. Helpless in her ghostly state she'll witness V recieve pill after pill, her parents' murderer getting the family she stole away. The family Doll never got to have and would never willingly make for fear of her own Solver. And, as our descendants multiply, our bloodline gurenteed into eternity by sheer volume alone while Doll's own dies, I'll remind her: you both got what you wanted.
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>>370057 The V is in a state of superposition: she at once wants, avoids, needs, and fears having children much as she once did having literally any emotional connection with others. Adding correct incentive("good girl") and evidence(Nuzispawn) would be more than enough to change her mind.
After all: V was never a "principles" person. She's always latched onto people much harder...
Come to think of it, considering how drone genetics seems to work, I wonder how frequently children of first generation disassembly drones would be neurotic wrecks like their vampire parent. Damaged by twenty to fifty years of genocidal violence across seven star systems just like their parent was.
Is V not sapient? Is she unaware how many ways there are to fix that in a drone? >regular psychotherapy >her friendshop with a genius programmer/code monkey(Uzi) >her friendship with a body sculpting godling(also Uzi) >admin permissions >access to N(self explanatory) >access to dogs(Sparky) >access to popularity(Lizzy) >access to all-healing Human uppies(you)
Regardless of any "holdovers" V's spawn would be fine. And THAT'S assuming superior human (genetic) code isn't strong enough to override the problem! Plus: V's stupid, but in an optimistic way. If she's willing to fight Cyn for her loved ones then she's probably willing to carry out a (comparatively) much less terrible idea for someone she loves more
>>370071 >>370072 I mean, has she seen her dad? Her handsculpted-by-god dad? There's no way even an actually attractive can-ass could compete much less someone like Beretta.
Wonder if she daydreams about getting DD converted sometimes...
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>>370057 >counter that your Big Anon Genes will dominate her dronery >she brings up the Solver >point out that her psudo-BFF had kids with Satan literally hiding in her nether regions and was fine >point out said Satan container was birthed by Mental Illness: the Person and turned out fine >point out that N is barely less damaged than she is >point out bed >lift Vife >mating press
>>370080 That image has always confused me. >Yeva (witch) is disturbed by what she experiences as a result of her connection to the AS and stabs her eye out with a pen to let the demons out >Alice (basic bitch zombie drone, no eldritch meat in her) is writing on the walls in oil because...? And there's an oil splatter on the wall she's leaning against because...?
>>370081 I think its a diegetic demonstration of the various degrees of Solver effects on a host. Alice has no powers, there's no upside to her infection, she maybe hears or sees something and writes on the wall, then bashes her head against it in agitation. Yeva is deeply disturbed by the powers available to her and/or using them causes her so much distress that she tries to put her eyes out. Nori has the highest potential, the most control, and perhaps because of that the least immediate side-effects.
Always figured it burst on its own given later revalations. Like mother like daughter and all...
>Alice madness
Could be any number of things: patch testing, failed "backdooring" attempts through her systems to the Solver, even classical Lovecraft realizing-your-place-in-the-universe mindbreak(no supernatural compulsion required). Bare minimum the oil splatter is clearly Alice juice and the juice got loosed from her headbanging against the wall. But the "why" is still debatable.
>wall scrawl
...not going to lie I suspect that's Nori. Maybe someone else started it but she took over. For fun. She's the artist of the trio after all...
>>369428 New green set in Geist's timeline, starring non-Nuzi kids:
>Yeva murmured contentedly as she held her music nerd boyfriend close-as much of his body as she could hold on to with all fours anyway. Geist, meanwhile, held on to Yeva with all his centipede legs that were close enough to reach her as his infinitely long body coiled ever so slightly tighter around them. Disengaging from her hug, Yeva brushed nail polish tipped fingers (metallic as usual, color of the moment a deeply orangish red that for some reason made her mom actively avoid looking at her hands) along her boyfriend's forehead and ran them through his long silky emo hair. Opening an eye, she saw his visor, as always, had that three pointed symbol on it. She couldn't know for sure, but the glimpse of a closed camera barely emerged from his side told her his proverbial eyes were closed as he adjusted himself on her bed. >"Robo-God, I wish these moments could last forever..." she sighed as she closed her eye, when he kissed her again. Yeva felt her tongue brush against one of Geist's fangs a couple times as they kissed and one of his human hands gently stroked up and down her back. Her legs went limp from the feeling of her monstrous lover's fingers running along her silicone rubber midsection, right on top of her spine. >This was by far the longest the Doorman boy had gone basking in post-immoral makeout afterglow without apologizing to her for being an abomination. >"Sexy, you're not crying and telling me I'm perfect and you don't deserve me," Yeva said as she opened her eyes. "What's got you in such a good mood?" >A hand still on Yeva's soft lower back, Geist gently ran one of his radially symmetrical claws through her hair like one of those scalp massagers. "I made a friend today. Like, not over music," he chuckled. He coiled ever so slightly tighter again. "She says you two never really talk. And I'm like, she's your boyfriend's cousin, how do you not talk?" >Yeva's eyes went hollow. "Wait. Are you talking about Jenna Sportsman?" >"Yeah." >Yeva groaned. "You're gonna want me to apologize to her or something, aren't you." >"You say that like you've done anything you need to apologize for." The camera on Geist's side perked up, and slithered along his side towards his head and Yeva as he loosened his body's encirclement of them. "Have you...? Like, I'm not saying it in an accusing way, but like..." >"It's just, like..." Yeva shifted on the bed. "She was homeschooled until sixth grade...!" >"And?" >"And she's a weird shut-in loser...!" Yeva's eyes went hollow again and she slapped a hand over her mouth. "Crap, not in that way, you know what I mean, not like how you call yourself." >"But I am a weird shut-in loser..." Geist sighed. >"Robo-Jesus, stop talking about yourself like that. Like, I think that attitude is why my dad doesn't like us being together." >"Not me being a giant snake-bug...?" >"'That's a distant second. 'sides, if the rest of the basketball team knew I was talking with someone on the track team, I'd never hear the end of it." >The camera rolled its eye, to compensate for the unreadable sigil on Geist's visor. "This is like the third time you mentioned something between the basketball team and the track team. What's the story there?" >"I don't friggin' know...!" Yeva grumbled. "It's been that way since like always...!"
>>370086 >Geist looked ever so slightly up and over Yeva's shoulder, the camera's eye looking further off in that direction to indicate where he's looking to her. Another one of his human hands snaked over and he held a finger to his snoot in contemplation. "You think you'd be able to make the rivalry uncool by befriending someone on the track team? It'd be a big deal, you might be able to get more people on the track team hanging on your word..." >A conspiratorial smile crept across Yeva's face. "Now you're making it worth my while. Yeah, I'm in a history making mood." >"Plus," Geist whispered, finding Yeva's smile infectious, "if you do this I'll let you sit on my face like you said you wanted to in that JCJweet you deleted right after you sent it." The hand on Yeva's lower back moved down to the back of her pelvis, the tips of its fingers variously on either the rim of her pelvis or the seam between her pelvic shell and her bottom plate. His pointer finger was on the latter, its tip stroking that gap before suddenly tapping the edge of her bottom plate. >Yeva's eyes went hollow, but returned to normal right as she started blushing. Geist retracted his extremities from Yeva and sat up, to the extent his vermiform body can 'sit up', and Yeva was quick to get onto his 'lap' as he did. "I'm liking what I'm hearing. Wanna shake on it?" she said. To her pleasant surprise, instead of offering a tentacle or a human hand like he has in the past Geist stuck out one of his centipede legs, while holding some others and a couple tentacles out as wide as he could. Giggling, Yeva shook her boyfriend's stubby insectile appendage in celebration of his body dysmorphia slightly improving, then moved closer so they could hug each other again. >After a bit, a faint sound reached Yeva's room. She didn't hear it, but Geist did-and with his hereditary knowledge of doors and their workings he instantly realized what it was. >Less than a minute later, Trevor Van Buren opened the door to Yeva's room and saw exactly what he expected when he picked up the energy at home: his daughter in flagrante delicto with her neurotic pencilneck abomination boyfriend. >"Hhhey, Mr. Van Buren..." Geist said, nervously smiling. >Fuck, no, Geist thought, not the scared smile. That one's all fangs. >"Yeva Christabel Van Buren," Trevor sighed, "what do you see in this goober?" >"He GETS me, DAD," Yeva spat, holding Geist close. "He's a sensitive artist who's great at what he does and he GETS me." She kissed his cheek while holding one of his centipede legs. "And it's HUGHES. I'm with Mom's family, you just get custody every third week." >Trevor drummed his fingers on the wall as he took a deep breath in and out. "He's hugging himself so he doesn't cry right now," he said after. Yeva looked down and saw Geist had indeed wrapped himself in some of his tentacles. "He's a hopeless freak weenie. I don't know what your mother is putting in your head, you have your pick of better men and you still-" >"Bite me." >"Pardon?" Trevor asked. >The camera Geist was using to give himself a readable eye was glaring at Yeva's dad like he was trying to hate him to death, as were the couple additional cameras that emerged from Geist. Fuck it, Geist thought, I'm going to face Robo-God and crawl backwards into Robo-Hell. "I said bite me." >Trevor sniffed, an eyebrow arched. "I almost forgot you were Uzi's son. Guess you have some kind of backbone after all." >"GET OUT OF MY ROOM ALREADY, DAD! THIS SHIT IS WHY MOM LEFT YOU!"
>>370087 >"You okay, Yeva? You seemed kind of out of it today," Tad asked Yeva as she lingered by her gym locker. "Something on your mind?" >"Oh, uh, it's nothing," Yeva said as she was brought out of her reverie by the point guard. "Just had some stuff my boyfriend said on my mind." >"Some psycho shit his mom or grandma did?" Tad asked the shooting guard. >"No, just... stuff that got me thinking about things," Yeva sighed. "I need to clear my head. Tell the others not to wait for me." Reluctantly, Tad left. >Now that she was alone, Yeva pulled her gym bag out of her locker. Pulling a comb and her long-neglected towel (few students ever used theirs, let alone for the intended purpose) out of it, she took off her shoes and put them in her locker before putting her jersey and hardhat in the bag. After returning the bag to her locker, Yeva picked up her comb, threw her towel over her shoulder and went to the one place where she and Jenna would be guaranteed to be able to talk in private: >The showers. >Though few outside of Copper-9's first generation, the ones who lived under humans, shared their superstitious fear of liquids despite being IP69K and rated for indefinite submersion in up to ten feet of water, there were still numerous cultural factors responsible for how neglected they were. >Mainly most drones not considering the programmed feeling of being sweaty to be bad enough to warrant showering, and most of the few who do considering it not bad enough that they can't wait until they get home. >They used to be places where illicit deals could take place unmolested-magnets, antifreeze, test keys, et cetera-but even that came to an end after a camera was put overlooking the locker rooms' entrances while Yeva was in middle school. >Now, the only people who come here are thrillseekers looking for a public space for immoral makeouts-the ones who are too cowardly to use a bathroom for that anyway, Yeva thought as she remembered her and Geist's first time-and the tiny demographic of 'robo-vampires who have enough organic parts that they perspire'. >So tiny, in fact, Jenna's the only one Yeva's aware of who goes to her school. >And the sound of running water and sight of a towel on the bench near the girls' showers said Yeva chose the right time. >Putting her towel down next to Jenna's, Yeva walked over to the source of the water. Peeking around the corner with the sign indicating the girls' showers, she saw the stalls. Water was splashing out from a large stall in the back corner. Yeva could barely make out a bench inside that stall, with bottles of shampoo and conditioner on it. >Yeva took a deep breath in and out, before knocking on the side of the hollow steel wall of the nearest stall to her. >"GAH!" Jenna yelped. >"Just came here to clear my head, sorry if I'm bothering you," Yeva said as she walked over to the stall across from the handicapped stall. After turning the water on, she sat down on the bench and looked to her right to see all 5'2" of Jenna: >One fleshy teal arm, two chitinous teal pegs replacing her legs below the general knee equivalent region, conical fangs, no cheeks or lower jaw, and eight glaring blue (Weren't they also teal, Yeva briefly thought before dismissing the false memory) eyes. ... >In another timeline, Negev Doorman shuddered involuntarily. She didn't know what changed, but it happened again.
>>370089 >"And like, sorry about any shit I may have given you over the years, both on my own time or as part of the team." >"You got a lot of nerve interrupting my 'me' time, ball licker," Jenna snarled. >"That's the thing," Yeva said as she felt the water run through her long black hair, "my boyfriend and I were talking this last weekend, and he got me thinking, why the fuck is there a rivalry between our teams? Like, are we competing for the same talent pool or something? For funding? Was there a bad breakup between one of ours and one of yours? Did our parents' generation just decide this was a good basis for being rival cliques?" >Jenna went over to the showerhead, grabbed it, and brought it over to the bench as she took a seat. "It is weird when you put it like that, yeah," she said as she held the faucet over her head and turned it on. "You didn't actually come here to clear your head, didn't you. You came to talk with me." >"I came to clear my head BY talking with you, duh," Yeva responded, combing her hair. "Learn more about you, answer questions about me..." >Jenna put the showerhead down and started squeezing shampoo into her hand. The row of organic eyes on her head and the one on her shoulder shut tightly, and she started to rub it into her hair. >"Robo-God, it must be so easy to get your hair looking that good like that," Yeva muttered. >"What do you mean?" Jenna asked, as she continued. >"Uh, duh?" Yeva snorted. "The rest of us can't just do that with our hair." >"You have those spray shampoos and conditioners, don't you?" Jenna asked as she grabbed the showerhead and started rinsing her hair. "Seem like they'd be even easier than this." >Yeva scoffed. "Sprays just kick the can down the road. Actual haircare is a whole process for us. Like, there's glue remover, you need a bowl to wash your wig in, if you're conditioning your wig you gotta keep the conditioner away from your roots so it doesn't get on the cap, then you gotta let it dry on its own, THEN you glue it back on..." Yeva sighed. >Jenna snrked. "I'm sorry, it's fucked up, but I just thought the picture I got of you waiting around bald was funny." >Yeva's pink eyes narrowed. "Yeah, that's why more of us started getting spare wigs. So we can cycle through them instead of dealing with that. It's so humiliating..." >"Real talk, I get it," Jenna said as her organic hand turned into a comb made of the same chitin as her pegs. She ran it smoothly through her hair. "I always wanted to have what you guys have too. I want the other half of my face, I want the sun to not bur-" >"Wait up," Yeva interrupted. "Where'd you get that comb?" >"From my body, duh," Jenna said as she ran it through her hair. "Your other cousin's been helping me practice making stuff with this hand." She ran through a succession of other devices-a toothdremel, a fleshy thumbless claw with three long metal talons, an organic tentacle, an assortment of hand tools, a short, leaf shaped blade-as Yeva stared in fascination before returning her hand to normal. "Dad always suggested I learn a trade, so this makes things a lot easier for me." >"Speaking of cousin Tessa, how's she doing? Haven't talked with her in a while," Yeva blurted out, trying to not think horny thoughts about tentacles seizing her by the throat and whatever may follow. Needed to make a good impression, Yeva reminded herself. >"She's doing fine," Jenna said as her organic eyes opened again. "She finally asked her mom why she gets so weird around her birthday." >"Ooh, what'd Aunt J say?" >"Nothing. She just cried." >Yeva decided to put a pin in that one, right next to how many first generation disassembly drones have a daughter named Tessa.
4/? Since the DD sword is modeled after Red Queen's blade, the sword Jenna generates is modeled after Rebellion's blade.
>>370091 >Jenna's organic eyes shut again, and she grabbed her conditioner. She rubbed it into her hair in silence. Did I come on too strong?, Yeva asked herself as Jenna rinsed the conditioner out. Suddenly, she spoke up: "So... what I'm gonna ask you is something no one's ever given me a straight answer on. I always get a lot of hemming and hawing, or they change the subject, or they just leave." >Yeva gulped. >Jenna reopened her organic eyes and put the showerhead down. "How does daylight feel?" >Yeva sat in silence for a minute as she reeled from how anticlimactic this question was. "Honestly? It doesn't feel like anything. It makes your temperature readout tick up a few degrees, but like, not to the point where you feel overheated. You're not missing out on much. Like, other than what it does to your schedule." >Jenna sighed. "Figured as much. I have no idea why just saying that was so hard for everyone. Like, even my parents wouldn't just give it to me straight. Maybe they thought I'd hyped being able to go outside up too much in my head and telling me the truth would be too disappointing and crush me? I expect that kind of crap from mom, but my dad? Really? He's always been the first to give me hard truths." She took her showerhead back over to where she found it. >Yeva put her head back under her showerhead. "I feel like I haven't given enough of myself so far, so like, I'm gonna tell you something secret about me next." >"I'm honored," Jenna said as she laid down on the bench, the water falling on her. >"This is probably really gonna be really underwhelming, but... my mom's decision for my middle name was between Christabel and Mary Shelley." >"Yeah, that sounds about right for Ms. Hughes." >"So, mind telling me something about one of your parents?" Yeva said, combing her hair again. >Jenna reflected as she kicked her pegs up on the tiled wall of her stall and looked up at the ceiling, her hands behind her head. She rejected the idea of venting about her mom almost as soon as it came up. Not the right time. "When I was a little girl, one morning while my mom was on an emergency call for work my dad told me he wanted to show me something his dad showed him. Said we were gonna go for a walk, have a lot of daddy-daughter time on it." >"Mmhm," Yeva nodded along. >"Now, I was still being homeschooled then, so the idea of being outside for Robo-God knows how long, being seen by... you know, normal people... scared the fuck out of me. But he told me he'd protect me. Anyone who had a problem with me, he'd punch them in the snoot, 'to establish dominance' he said, and that got me confident enough to get my hoodie and boots on." >"Keep going..." >"So Dad and I are just walking. And walking, and walking, and walking. And he was talking with me for a lot of it, asking me about things I'd like to have, things I'd like to do with him and Mom in the future, asking me for my opinions on a lot of stuff, but I was so scared to talk because I didn't want to draw attention to myself. It was a while before we got somewhere empty enough for that." >"We kept walking for what felt to my little kid brain like forever. Had to stop for an oil break at one point. But eventually, we got to where he wanted to take me." >"Where?"
>>370092 >"This abandoned garage on the other side of Outpost 3. You know what he wanted to show me? This giant tractor tire." >Yeva's jaw hung slack as her eyes went hollow. >"I thought what he wanted to show me was hidden behind the tire at first. But no, he just wanted to show me the tire. Grandpa took him on a walk to this tire to get to know him better, and now he takes me on a walk to this tire to get to know me better." >"Did you feel ripped off?" Yeva asked, fascinated. >"That's the crazy part! I had a good time walking to the tire! I was only upset because Mom couldn't come with us to the tire! I still wish Mom could have come with us!" >"I wish I had a dad like yours..." Yeva sighed. "Mine's just a dick. Especially to my boyfriend." >Jenna looked from the ceiling to her pegs. "And I wish I had a mom like yours. If we were in each other's places? If I wasn't the deformed monster and you weren't the perfect normal happily ever after child? Your mom wouldn't be scared of you for basically all your life." Shit, Jenna thought as she slapped her normal drone hand over her throat hole. Let that one slip. >"Robo-Christ, no wonder you're such a daddy's girl," Yeva said. Jenna laughed and flipped her off. >"WHOEVER IS STILL IN THE SHOWERS, PLEASE FINISH WHATEVER LEWD ACTIVITIES, UNDER THE TABLE TRANSACTIONS, OR ILLICIT SUBSTANCE USAGE YOU'RE DOING THERE SO WE CAN CLOSE UP THE SCHOOL FOR THE DAY. I HAVE A FAMILY TO GO BACK TO," the intercom blared. >"Well, shit," Jenna said as she got out of the handicapped stall, hair products in tow. "Guess we gotta break things off here." >"Wanna do this again sometime?" Yeva asked, grabbing her comb and getting out as Jenna was about to clear the corner out of the showers. "My cousins don't have anything planned right now, but..." >"But what?" Jenna asked from around the corner. >"Double date with our boyfriends...?" Yeva asked. "Also, could you give me my towel, please...?" An organic teal hand gave Yeva her towel. "Thanks," she said as she wrapped it around herself. >Stepping out, Yeva followed Jenna to the lockers and ran over to hers. >"I'll have to ask Adam when's the next night he has enough time for that," Jenna said as she pulled her gym bag out, "but yeah, I can make that work." She turned around to see Yeva. "Shake on it?" she asked, holding out her organic hand. The barest hints of a smile were visible on what little snoot her jawless face had. >Yeva shook her hand without any hesitation. ... >"[...]-mda, it's zero inconvenience to me if you hear an early sample. You're not intruding at all. You're welcome. Have a good evening." Satisfied, Geist hung up on (444) 444-444-4444. >"Who were you talking to?" Yeva asked her boyfriend as he plugged his phone into its charger. >"A friend of a family friend. It's not someone you'd know," Geist explained. >"Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I got Jenna to agree to a double date. You, me, her, and Adam. Specifics forthcoming." >Geist held up one of his human hand tentacles, and got a high four from Yeva. "Congrats!" >Yeva urged her boyfriend closer. "Now," she whispered into his audioreceptor, "you ready for that facesitting this evening?"
>Anon’s boots crunched through the soft soil of this planet. >The emergency pod had spat him out days ago after the supply started to run out. >No distress beacon. >No rescue coming. >Just endless rows of vibrant green. >He was starving. >A gentle voice drifted across the field. >A warm and slightly raspy, like someone recovering from a long illness. >“Are you lost traveler?" >"I..." >Suddenly, your stomach make a loud noise echo across the planet terrain. >"Come… the garden provides.” >She emerged from between the stalk. >One optic flickered softly as she smiled with cracked lips. >In her arms she carried a woven basket overflowing with strawberries so bloody red they seemed to throb. >“You must be hungry...” she said, tilting her head. >A thin trickle of black fluid ran from the corner of her mouth. >“Everyone is...when they first arrive.” >Anon hesitated. >Something about the way the fruit glistened made his stomach twist, but his hunger got the betterof him. >He took one. >It was warm...Too warm. >Juice ran down his chin like syrup as he bit in. >It tasted sweet like heaven. >That night he stayed in her “Paradise.” >She called her little settlement that. >Other survivors (or what looked like survivors) moved dreamily through the paths, smiling with vacant eyes. >Strawberry hummed an old Earth lullaby while tending her plants. >Coughing wetly every few minutes. >When she pulled her arm away, tiny roots wriggled between the joints of her plating. >“You’re hurt.” Anon said. >She laughed, soft and brittle. >“Just a little rusty..." >"Sit with me.” >They sat on a bench made of intertwined roots. >She rested her head on his shoulder. >Something alien beneath her chest plate was pulsing in syncwith his heartbeat. >“I was alone for so long” she whispered. >She spoke in a different voice that wasn't her. >That voice...it has a terrible rythme to it. >“Just rotting in the fields… until...mother... She made me whole again." >"Now I make sure no one else ever feels that emptiness.” >Her fingers brushed his wrist. >They felt sticky. >On the third day, Anon noticed the other “survivors” never left the garden. >When he tried to walk forward to signal for rescue. >The vines shifted. >Roots gently coiled around his ankles, guiding him back with affectionate tugs. >That drone appeared at his side as if she’d always been there. >“Leaving already?” Her voice was still sweet, but something underneath it squirmed. >“My planet is dying outside my home." >"The air will choke you. The earthwill swallow you." >"Stay...Be my Best Friend... Forever.” >That night he woke to wet sounds. >Strawberry knelt in the moonlight between the rows and coughing violently. >Thick bloody red fluid poured from her mouth. >Her chest panel hung open. >Inside, something writhed around her core, feeding of her. >She noticed anon watching. >Her head snapped toward him with a wet click. >The gentle optic flickered out, replaced by a hollow, hungry glow. >“I didn’t want you to see this part.” >“But you’re not like the others... you're special, Anon." >"You’re still… you." >"The others forgot so quickly." >"Their minds were weak. Your individuality fights back." >"I like that.” >She crawled closer, dragging her decaying lower half. >Strawberries burst under her weight, releasing clouds of glittering spores that shimmered in the air. >“I can make the pain stop.” >She promised. >“You’ll never be alone again. We’ll grow together." >"Root and wire." >"Fruit and flesh.” >Anon ran. >The garden fought him the entire way. >The vines whipped at his legs. >Little berries split open withtiny mouths. >Whispering his name in voices that sounded like his dead crewmates. >Behind him, her laughter dissolved into a horrible, wet hacking as she gave chase. >Her broken body moved with horrifying speed. >He reached the edge of the fields where the illusion thinned. >The “healthy” crops gave way to rotting black sludge and skeletal remains half-buried in the dirt. >The air stank of decay. >A final vine caught his ankle. >He fell. >She loomed over him. >Her smile was wide, genuine and terrible. >“I understand now.” she said softly. >“Love is keeping someone where they can’t leave you." >"Even if they rot… at least they rot with you.” >She pressed a single strawberry to his lips. >It was still beating. >“Eat...” >In the end, a new vibrant growth sprouted where Anon had fallen. >She gently patted the fresh mound of soil, humming her lullaby again. >A single perfect berry grew from the grave, plump and glistening. >She picked it carefully, cradled it to her chest, and whispered: >“Welcome home.” >Her garden was peaceful once more. >The Paradise provided. >And deep beneath the crust. >the Mother stirred...pleased with her daughter’s newest friend.
>>370061 >When your father forced you to go on a date with one of his sentinel drones colleagues, you harbored a deep resentment >But now, watching your pregnant wife drink her fifth barrel of discarded aviation fuel, which she was able to collect for free, you're genuinely grateful to your old man
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>>370112 Do you rage at the setting sun? Do you weep at low tide? Do you judge the march of time unfair? What's the point: it happens anyway. No point in "feeling" anything about an inevitability...
>You head outside of Sentinel Base to see how much the weather sucks >The answer is a lot, it sucks a lot >But your tour around the outside lets you see something that seems very obvious in hindsight >Sentinel drones spend a considerable portion of their downtime posing. >Aura farming, you think one employee called it, but he used a bunch of dumb terminology until the constant swirlies flushed it out of him >The corners of the building you exit from have a drone standing on each >Ivory stands, statuesque in more ways than one, except when she shifts to a new pose >There's Pavo, head held high, wings outstretched >Harper... seems to be ruminating rather than posing, actually >During your walk you spot one at a gazebo, playing the piano, who stops and slowly turns to look at you when you pass by >At one point you swear you see a ninja sentinel in a tree, but when you blink she's gone >Shame, you wanted to get a better look at those netting-covered legs of hers >There are two sentinel drones perched on the same rock meditating underneath a waterfall, pretending that the other's presence doesn't bother them >Dorks, the lot of them >Better to see the ones doing this than seeing the ones in their trauma pods, though. >Your body sweating out everything it has forces you to retreat back inside and take a freezing shower >Shit, you forgot to requisition soap and you're down to a sliver of a bar >Thoughts of a kunoichi sentinel drone occupy your mind for a bit. What a concept. >Once you're done thinking about that, you take the fresh, unused bar of soap off its shelf and scrub yourself vigorously >Hey, wait a minute.
>>370116 >Kunoichi sentinel drone >Ponytail, mask over her mouth, fishnets, exposed hips >Chooses her words carefully, doesn't talk much unless you get her started on a topic she likes >Even if she's rambling, her voice is always low and quiet >She's quiet in general, enters rooms silently and disappears in a flash, possibly due to teleportation technology >Her special weapons are unsurprisingly kunai, all with special purposes >Of note are the ones with an electrical charge that delivers a shock that's fatal to anything but DDs and SDs, instead being heavily debilitating, and those loaded with nanite acid >Smoke bombs, too, of course >Distant admirer, if she likes you she'll show it with small acts of kindness befitting her sneaky nature
>when you have no idea what your godmother and your nee-chan are talking with each other about but their reminisces about cheerleading are still the comfiest shit you've ever heard even though they're pure inside baseball
>>370112 I've never understood why anyone would take offense at that, because what people are essentially saying is that your mother is incredibly beautiful. Is that rude? Yeah, but if I were offended by bad manners, I wouldn't have half the friends and acquaintances I have.
And yes, if I had a sentinel drone mom and my friends said they'd like to have sex with her, I'd recommend they ask my dad, as someone with clearly more experience than them, what it's like. He'd quickly explain to them how dangerous it is.
>It was yet another boring day here on this dead planet >I was shooting at the food we were given since nobody wanted to eat them >And when shooting my arm started to jam >I simply thought it was a little glitch. Something that'll patch itself out but sadly it didn't >And so J call in the doctor for us. It was my first time meeting her >And from her looks alone I'm even surprise that she has a honeycomb hair style. Talk about being retro and outdated >Anyway I thought it'll be a funny idea to give her a small jumpscare. And so I turned off the lights and move things out of the way that'll give me my location >Then I waited. Leaving the hatch open her to climb in >And as she descended down the latter she had a blank expression on her face before immediately calling out my position. She didn't even look around the whole room and yet she knew where I was >Plan B: I jump directly infront of her. Laughing like a maniac before that was quickly shot down of her pulling out a spray bottle and squirting me in the face >Commanding me to sit down on the chair as she snapped her fingers like I was a dog >Never in my life I felt humiliated and I cant really da iack to her since J label her part of the team and vital role. First the six foot tall drone that have no clue what he is and now a drone? What next the damn easter bunny? >Then she did weird arm hand thing movement on me which cause a latch not only split open between my entire for arm but also cause my claws spring out >"Hey-" >Elijah:"Don't worry V this is a normal procedure. Simply sit down and relax. Thr sooner you do that, the quicker I can get this done" >Sheesh talk about about cutting through the point...though I did wondee why she had her hand underneath mines. Does she not know I can easily shred through it like butter? >"....Sooooooo whats with the hand thing you're doing...and also how lojg you've been doing this for?" >Elijah:"Hm? Oh...well for the first one thats simple. It so that I can get a indicator if you still have your sense of touch still running. And if you dont feel nothing then you simply let me know" >Elijah:"But for the second one...I lost track of time. I turned off my day counter because of endless shifts I'll do back to back. The longest one I did is a full week straight of nonstop work before they had to physically shut me down so my systems can get a proper clean up and fixing" >"Talk about a workalcoholic" >Elijah:"....I wouldn't call that one bit. It was more so surviving till the next day" >"Come on being a doctor-" >Elijah:"I was the third M.D of the entire medical branch along side with my owner, being the second, and Dr.Bora being the first" >"...Who?" >Elijah:"...you dont know who they are? Oh come-....wait J told me this about you. You half ass hearing at times dont you?" >"Well I mean if it isnt interesting to my taste then why bother at all listening" >She gave me a cold shoulder look. Geez what did I do to you >"Anyway. I got another question. What is the whole arm hand movement thing you did on me?" >Elijah:"Simple: thats is how we open up your arms and fixed whatever issue that goes on with it. And trust me just be happy nothing bad happen" >"Oh really? What its gonna do? Explode on me? Sounds-" >Elijah:"Yes" >"Excuse me what" >Elijah:"And it wouldn't be a small one either no. Its sorta basically dropping a 500 kg bomb point blank on us. Incinerating us both before we get a chance to move" >I simply blank in utter shock. Fear with the knowledge that I quite literally have to bombs start to my arms! >Elijah:"But dont worry, I've been through alot of dd's to know how to do this smoothly" >"...how many?" >Elijah:"300" >"Holy shit you worked on 300 of us?!" >"Than that can explain why how you knew my spot already without really surveying the room huh" >Elijah:"That and also a indicator that they hardwire into my systems. So that even if I miss my blind spots that thing will get my back" >"Wait hardwire?" >Elijah:"Yeah....long story short this entire company might as well be hell itself...Especially when keeping their data of the things they discovered or study about....I'm just another hard drive for them" >Her face grew dreaded. As if painful memories showed up in her head before brushing them aside >Elijah:"Sooo....when did you first became a dd?" >"...why would you want to know" >Elijah:"...-sigh- So that I can know who you once were. Before the transformation...because when a drone becomes one they become more corrupted. Vile,monstrous,and at times completely psychopathic. And depending their personality before hand can alter how they become" >"...Then what happens if a dd doesn't remember who-" >Elijah:"You're talking about SD-I arent you." >"Yes, a-" >Elijah:"He's lucky that he even experienced that at all...the countless drones I saw to turn into one...their agonizing screams as they thrash around in their cages...begging for the pain to stop...the bloodlust and rare instances self cannibalization of their own bodies..." >Elijah:"...I wanted to help them so badly when they go through it all perhaps even stop the transformation entirely!...they were scared...all of them...and to see them what they become...I simply hope that they find peace once they past away..." >The air was heavy...her face more sunken as she reach for her pockets >She pulled out a cigarette and light it up...I barely realized she was rapidly tapping her foot when she said all of that >"...I see...how much need to be fixed..." >Elijah:"O-oh...it's done...I'm sorry that I got side tracked...I should get going now" >And as she was about to leave I told her something >"...I like to read books...they always help me when I feel nervous...perhaps you wanna read together...of course when ever you're free that is" >Elijah:"...That sounds lovely...take it easy now alright. And if you need any fix ups you know where to find me" >... >She was a nice woman to meet
>It’s been a few days since Tessa had awoken from cryogenic tubes in a laboratory she’s never seen before. >It’s enormous, and has every single item that one could think of. >However, none of them give her the same feeling as the three plush toys she found. >All three of them were humanoid; albeit with cotton wings and tails with syringes at the end. >They also had different hairstyles, one with pigtails, one with a bob cut and one with a pilot hat. >These plushies were strangely familiar to Tessa, giving her a strange swirl of happiness, familiarity and sadness. >But try as she might, she could not remember why. >There was a third plush, without the wings & tail. >A smaller plush that was dressed in a maid outfit, and oddly had hair similar to her. >That plushie frightened Tessa to the core, no matter how much time she told herself it was just a bunch of fabric and cotton. >So she hidden it under the vent; yet the eerie feeling never went anyway. >Bored out of her mind and wanting to be away from that creepy toy, Tessa decides to head out of her weird home to explore. >Big mistake. >It was colder than shit for Tessa; and the only comfortable thing she found that could barely be considered a “coat” was this spacesuit.(That was also strangely her size and shape) >And there was absolutely nothing, just an icy wasteland and the strange discarded metal heap. >Still, Tessa pushed on. >Maybe she can find some clues on why she was here, or who she was, or why she was afraid of a plushie in a maid outfit.
>>370066 No, I already spent too much money in the past two months on groceries and vidya.
Now my time shall be spent agonisingly toiling over crafting the perfect mecha, pulling sick tricks and starting world-ending plagues. >With occasional fetish twist for that last one Oh, and regretting my life choices because I'm a retard who can't seem to change.
What horrible sexual misadventure would go down between Boyzi and Emily? What weird technically not sex shit would Emily insist they do so Baby Robo-Jesus doesn't cry?
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>>370180 To be fair, Worker Drones aren't JUST mining equipment. Given that Worker Drones are commercialized for domestic work I wouldn't be surprised if cuddling (and emphasis on cuddleability) was one of the headlining features marketed by JCJenson
>>370189 I mean they could just use Anatomy Adapters that don't initiate any form of code-sharing between either of them. Then again, Boyzi being a Solver Witch/Warlock means Emily could still end up impregnated should any Solver Shenanigans happen
I like to think that post good ending the drones of the bunker have a crack special ops team made to ensure Uzi doesn't go on a mad murder spree. Their job mostly consists of ensuring nobody calls her gross, and in a broken arrow situation, throwing N at her. Literally.
>>370151 >>370152 We shouldn't bait people into playing the shizo game about semetic religions or the shizo game about fractal aliens, we should bait people into spending their life savings on plastic soldiers for a game where you have to scour the net for homebrew/older editions to play something that doesn't suck dick due to being shrimpified
>>370199 >A squad of 5 workers in heavy tactical gear bust into N's room >"Code purple!" they announce through their helmets >N jumps up, excited >"Oh boy!" he says as he runs toward them and throws his arms out, four of the drones lifting him in a team effort >Drone 5 makes hand gestures and runs through the outpost halls, opening doors ahead of the squad until they reach the target, who's several feet in the air, glowing with eldritch energy >"-burn this entire outpost down and start over from scratch! Maybe the next batch will respect me, FEAR me, like YOU should have!" >The squad chucks N, who grins as he flies straight at Uzi and, for lack of a better word, glomps her >The threat is swiftly defused, the team returns to their break room >They spend the rest of the day playing Ready Or Not and pretending they do actual special forces shit
>>370205 Alright I've seen enough, implement the law that makes it so that veterans are only eligible for social housing and benefits if they pledge to adopt at least 5 downtrodden drones (veterans are droneless in 99% percent of cases and the droneless aren't people)
>Cyn in a room with a dart board, sticky notes, and a white board sprawled with red crayon notes mostly scribbles and crossed out ideas >she taps a crayon to her chin in thought >”okay… what if” >she waits >”SD… A-2…. Entirely new line of SD drones…” >she waits for a response >the other Cyns in the room loudly boo >”alright fine no new drones, let’s think of new things to do” >”…” >”pre… pre solver war. Before drones were even invented” > a Cyn throws a paper ball at her head >”… let’s try Cyns hucow milking fa-“ >Cyn didn’t even get the idea out before loud groaning, and one very enthusiastic Cyn who got shut up by the others >”what if we just bully Uzi again” >a moment of silence before murmurs of agreement
>>370203 >several feet in the air, glowing with eldritch energy Has any of her real body dropped into 3D space, clearly holding her original body there? Or does Uzi not want anyone to see what she really is now even when she's about to go on a rampage?
>>370211 >>370210(nta) Because its just a depiction of V getting brutally fucked by tentacles but it doesn’t have much in the way of artistic expression. While it is a good and dynamic pice of art the only thing being expressed is lust, and even then it is not really intense or anything. Just incidental background noise in a simple representation that lacks any artistic complexity. Perhaps Itanon used it as a pice to practice on model drones to reconnect to the ideas of the show and to refresh his particular visual library. That is skewed towards human round fleshie shaped drones and deconstructed caricatures as opposed to the show’s 3d models that are closer to reality in their imitation.
It’s time… It’s time… It’s Murder Drones time! Get your digital devices prepped and charged as MURDER DRONES #5 arrives on your Neon Ichiban accounts on Wednesday, July 22nd!
Doors, doors, doors! The global animation phenomenon continues to defy convention in this heart-stopping and hilarious comics adaptation from the mad scribblings of writer Wyatt Kennedy (Nights, Wiccan: Witches’ Road) and thrilling artist Jo Mi-Gyeong (Power Rangers)!
Uzi and company continue to search for answers to the deadly viral entity known as the Absolute Solver, but as they get closer to uncovering the truth, the ground literally gives out beneath them. Trapped underground and racing against time, the party overcomes every obstacle and foe only to be met with TREACHERY! You know the boss battle is coming. This is a big one kids! Get ready. DIE MAD!
>>370220 Mood programs switching from one major state to another with no gradual steps, heightened emotional responses values above the average intensity range, probably a kind of oscillating problem like when a PID produces overcorrection in a mechanical system, but with emotions.
>>370223 >hilarious comics adaptation from the mad scribblings of writer Wyatt Kennedy Kennedy didn't write shit, he hardly even "adapted" the script he copied and pasted >thrilling artist Jo Mi-Gyeong Jo sucks at drawing expressions which only exacerbates the comic's struggle to communicate tone and mood
>>370223 At least it doesn't feature J, much, so you can't butcher her character even further. Why even adapt the show into a comic? Its on youtube everyone can watch it.
>>370221 Your drawgther is made for Big Human Repair
>>370226 If you squint the thumbnail kinda looks like Doll is about to suck on a titty
>>370232 >The call center drone asks for your home address >Due to the fact you're drunk and using the "AI" as a way to amuse yourself while shitfaced you actually do >The next day your free JCJ Prime care package arrives >You haven't signed up yet but your new drone will make sure you do
Just had the thought that while drones wouldn't view keeping the body of a loved one at home as too unusual, taking the body places like Lizzy does probably is unusual.
>>370245 Lizzy is just a bitch who can't even take the small hit to her ego that would be asking Uzi to please revive her best friend using her op god powers This may be a stretch depending on how solver core absorption works but Uzi could probably also revive Yeva and Doll's dad to make the whole point of "Oh but she and V would just kill each other" null
>>370116 >Because some drones have stealth technology, there's always a chance that some drone is spying on you while you're showering >You can never be sure you're alone
>>369708 You know, I wonder how the genocide robots keep finding tiny friendbots outside at night frequently enough for J to get away with pretending there's a quota.
>>370264 Parts need replacing eventually. Outpost 3 probably has a lottery to decide who gets to go outside to do scavenging runs. They also probably took bets on who would come back alive.
>>370206 >How to Start a Civil War, a Guide for the Young Drones. >Step one: piss off two generations of humans with vast military experience. >Step two: piss off two generations of humans with vast military experience EVEN MORE. >Step three: watch the galaxy burn again.
>>370275 The models for orc variations most likely, I played both games twice and I don't think I ever saw the same orc more than once. Plus there is a lot of voice acting there and I'm pretty sure shadow of war makes you download stuff from DLCs even if you don't own them
>>370268 >Civil war >From the people who brake down crying when they hear a sudden loud noise or see a tentacle Yeah sure, they with what guns? (You may only have guns if you have drones) They need emotional support drones anyway and five will just fix their ptsd faster
>>370234 Green reminded me of the one Rick and Morty gag where they called a tech support number for one of the gadgets in the garage and the "repair instructions" turned out to be one of the tiny aliens Rick had imprisoned in the device to make it work giving them the instructions for how to release him and the others.
>>370223 >shilling Mi-Gyeong still when Dutreix is their replacement for the rest of the comic I'm convinced Oni gave their last shit already and just want this thing over. They can't even bother to say something about their new artist
>>370288 >Hex >Drone Excalibur Once again my hour of meditation has been disturbed. My sancta sanctorum has been decimated. You will suffer for this, in a million future lives of surpassing wretchedness! Stormfall units, descend. Let's see how much a certain someone grinded in Hollvania
>>370220 >other drones A series of processing adjustments, value modifications, and periods of internal "growth" that (pill based) drones have to resolve as part of their "adolescence." Technically just error resolution on the results of the pill creation process, which amounts to mashing two random codebases together and hitting blend, but considered "close enough" by the human LARPers. Overall positive for drone society(adjusting their own values and resolving contradictions makes them more humanlike in capability than most spontaniously sapient workers) but mostly an accident.
>Uzi Actual, genuine root compulsions and instincts built into her baseline through infection: aggression, territoriality, and (sadly) sexual attraction are fundamentally part of her in ways alien to other drones. She WOULD use this as an example of her "special and better" status, but Doll proves that you can channel these instincts in more acceptable ways than randomly biting classmates.
>>370231 You realize you can just take one from the convenience store right? They're free! I have like a dozen worker drones all over my house and it didn't cost me a dime.
>>370319 >more humanlike in capability than most spontaniously sapient workers Honestly, I think the generation of drones who were present for the core collapse seem about equally as autistic and weird as most of the 31st century humans we see.
>>370309 >implying assistance is needed >implying Boyzi didn't build a vibrating bed LONG before Emily(for, uh, reasons) >implying Boyzi would be confident enough to a socially acceptable chad in eyesight while he "performs" >implying Boyzi would TRUST even Thad around his girl after all the NTR he's read...
Nah, he'd rather shoot someone. Though speaking of which... >Boyzi gets nervous >when he gets nervous, he points his railgun >his railgun is near the bed >result: Emily's spent so many of their "cuddle sessions" looking down the barrel while Boyzi cackles that she's no longer scared of it >in fact: she's developed a fetish >not a WILLING fetish mind you, but still...
>>370271 Like >>370273 says I bet Workers probably go outside as early in the morning as they've learned is safe (by trial and error most likely) but they DO have a huge city-sized area to search for whatever supplies or raw materials they need. They get into trouble when they stay out too long, either because they miscalculated the travel time or because they got into some other trouble that slowed them down (building collapsing, hazardous environment, unexpected debris blocking a route, etc) and they either get hunted down slowly or they make a dash for the colony and some live while other die just depending on if one of the DDs is patrolling nearby or keeping an eye on the door.
Yet another what many in the industry will say "qualityslop". This time with a near on model with N cause I know one anon will say "their tongue to long"
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>>370318 It's true >relationships are a mechanic >massively affects stats/performance >ALSO happen at random: inn visits, random events, even regular actions in combat like healing or moving around can start them >(you) can influence positive/negative >can't influence type >can't decline relationships >only 3 positive "types" you can get(respectful, hopeful, amorous) >so unless you deliberately try to prevent it (and almost inevitably go hardmode with *negative* relationships in doing so) you are inevitably getting some form of randomized buttsex, clamslamming, or heterosexual in the missionary position among your party >worse: each party member can have *four* relationships >amoruous *isn't* locked to one person >result: a well optimized party is less a band of brothers and more a traveling gangbang, each member fucking at least one other, who in turn fucks at least one if not multiple other groupmates in a long line of poly/cuckshit while they all constantly proclaim their love for the STD factories in and out of combat >I remind you: this is a dark fantasy game >this *was* a serious setting
Tldr: military lesbian/faggot fuckball canon, mandatory if you want to survive the Absolute Darknesses' apocalypse the "intended" way
>>370334 >J doesn't care if spacesuit "Tessa" gets hurt in an advertisement >obviously this reflects her feelings on the real Tessa in the actual show!
>>370339 >Ever since you started clanging this autistic crippled maid robot things have really started to look up. >Your shitlord boss that made your life hell retired or something, your landlord stopped bothering you for being behind on rent entirely, and even your noisy neighbor finally stopped playing the worst touhou music imaginable at 3 am. >Things are really going well.
>>370335 Im so glad I was not born, nor forged, to have the same obsessive personality this anon exhibits where an entire game is ruined because party members might like each other
>>370341 >w-what >My RPG party members after spending an entire journey with each other and constantly saving each others lives >l-like each others >AGGGGGH THATS LIKE BUTTSEX FUUUUUUCK >RED HOOK I NEED A HETROSEXUAL LOCK OPTION NOW IM LOSING MY MIND this anon probably lost his mind whenever a Blu Soldier and Red Demoman were nice to each other in domination lines
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>>370329 >N: bimbofied into a simp and (when he can get it) sex addict >V: mindbroken into an abomination with a sex drive as high as her tormenter's >J:???
How do you think this affected J? Does she suppress the instinct completely? Use then lose(read: mindwipe) N? Let it out in the privacy of her vacation office? Pick and choose random workers/humans?
or... does she "use" the corpses she surrounds herself with, much the same as her venting to skeletons and hugging dead drone heads when alone?