Berries everywhere. Wonderful Booru: https://dronebooru.co Wheel of numerous OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf Wheel of altering modifiers: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The wiki inside the really fantastic Booru: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The actual separate Wiki: wiki.dron Last thread: >>371280
>>372214 Like the wiki wiki or the wiki on the booru because if you mean the first you can just type an url for a page that doesn't exist for example : https://wiki.dronebooru.co/wiki/Serial_Designation_M Also the OP has had the link to the wiki wrong for a few threads now
>>372214 On the Main Page there is a search bar to create a page. If you search up a page that doesn't exist, you can click on what you wrote, it is a clickable red text to create it.
>>372216 You'll have to learn how to edit a wiki... it's not that hard once you get a hang of it. Here is the page of CH by Smileanon (Who did an excellent job) press edit and look around the page to see how things work, E also has an excellent page from which you may gain some insight. Also not sure if it's still the case but you should try to link images from the booru instead of uploading to save on server space
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ALRIGHT! FINALLY! TC Season 2 Episode 9 is OUT!!! As usual, all feedback is appreciated and I hope everyone enjoys this month's rollercoaster ride. https://archiveofourown.org/works/89366086
>>372224 Yes, and everybody should go drone rescuing at least once a week to make sure all drones have good homes (Remember to bring a gun to shoot and hopefully kill any scavs who want to harvest the poor drones for parts to pawn off)
>"Я предпочитаю, чтобы мои враги видели свет до смерти."
>"And is that a scythe? Talk about immature and edgy. Did the gremlin design this for you?"
>"Это эффективнее, чем когти."
>"Although...I think it could totally work with your 'boss bitch' vibe. Yeah, nah?" >.... >"И ты удивляешься, почему никто с тобой не встречается." Last one, I swear.
>>372206 Yandere Strawberry part 1: [CALLBACK_PING] ... [CALLBACK_PING] ... >The wave of the scanner courses through the town's ruins, washing the dishevelled wrecks in its reddish strawberry light. >Nothing but the choked, dry howling of the planet’s noxious winds worming between the concrete monoliths, caressing the blighted fields, blowing the ashen remnants of the wilted crops off into the horizon. >It hurts with each breath. >Singing your throat in stinging pestilence. The spores ridding it cling to your throat, trying to gain hold of your nervous system. They cling onto your synapses, dig into your neurons, but end up shrivelled and dead into your lungs. >Your brain is aching to repel their assault. You're still sound of mind, though. >Your coughs drool splatters of blood onto the concrete. Just like hers. >The planet’s core pulsates. She feels a kinship. [CALLBACK_PING] ... [CALLBACK_PING] ... [CALLBACK_PING] ... >You descend underground. Deep below the urban husks, following the withering sprouts. You’re not even sure what you’re looking for yourself. >Safety? Answers? A cure? >Are you just following that ping like a siren’s lullaby? >Or are you just after that delicious, sweet smell? >It’s like strawberries. [CALLBACK_PING] ... [CALLBACK_PING] ... [CALLBACK_PING] ... >It’s hard to say how much time passes. It’s hard to count the heartbeats when they’re resonating so relentlessly from each tumor in the wall. >A few hundred paces in, you meet the first thinking beings. >“Why hello sir! Beautiful day we’re having, isn’t it?” >They’re not thinking right. They’re not seeing what you see. >“Dear, you seem parched. May I offer you a nice lemonade?” >They ask gingerly, while holding a cup of rotting venom at you. >The bodies of the humans are bloated, malformed. Webbed in oozing canker that digs into their brain. >The drones aren’t safe either. Mold comes out of their joints. >Their visors are glitching out. A hexagonal symbol with three arrows flashes in and off their eyes, while they laugh along the others, sitting on car-sized pustules and calling them a comfortable couch. [CALLBACK_PING] ... [CALLBACK_PING] ... >You fasten your steps. This place isn’t right. Deeper into the tunnels, where the smell is strongest. >There’s method to the growths here. Like a civilization. >Giant rotten berry >Giant rotten berry-like structures hang from the walls. They’ve welded windows and doors in them. >They go in, and tuck themselves into grotesque pods like carnivorous plants to sleep. >They work on plowing the flesh-like ground for the thick, vein-like roots that course through its pestilent soil, calling them ripened vegetables, thankful for a bountiful harvest. >Deeper in, the voice gets louder. Like it’s coming right from inside your brain. [CALLBACK_PING] ... ... ... “[Head_tilt]” “[Curious_smile]” “And who might you B//BE?” >Its distorted words echo all around you. Broken, dissonant. Yet sweet in their modular tone. “IT HAS been a while since some//one like you was here.” “I see inside you. The spores.” “My children.” “The ones I protect.” “For whom I built this HEAVEN.” “The_humans. Like You.” “The_drones. Like Me.” “The_friends. Like us.” “BEST FRIENDS” “[Playful_smile]” >The voices come from the drones. As you walk past, they stop what they’re doing. >The eyes on their visors are replaced by .gifs of a sparkling strawberry, intermitting with the arrowed hieroglyph you saw before. >The words ‘BEST FRIENDS <3’ flash in and out of the berry. >And they speak with that feminine voice. Beckoning you closer. “Do you want to be best_friends” “question mark” >When you walk past, they snap back to reality. Unaware anything even happened. >Nobody around beats an eye. They might as well not exist. >Anything around you might as well not exist. >Only you, and the voice. >And that smell of strawberries. [CALLBACK_PING] ... [CALLBACK_PING] ... “Intriguing.” “It does not work on you.” “are you special” “question mark” “Are you” “UNIQUE” .... “[Amused_giggle]” >You come to a small garden in the middle of the town. >It’s different from the rest. It’s a small field, but the others aren’t tending to it. >Flowers blossom in a pile in the middle. Like a memorial. “This is where I DIED” “I_do_not remember how.” >The flowers separate, moved by an unseen force. >Underneath, a deep, gaping throat-like maw, with teeth lining along its walls, opens. >You find yourself compelled to step deeper in. “COME TO ME” To be continued... 1/?
I like Berry, I like Doomer, I like Teli, I like Ivory, I like B,C,D,E,F(Rapist),F(Scot),G,H,I,J,K,L,M,N,O,P,Q,R,S,T,U-U,V,W,W(Dubs),X,Y,Z, Aleph,Gamma, Gimel, Zeta, Theta, Delta, Phi. I. LIKE. DRONES. I LIKE THEM ALL
>>372167 >this is one of the Elliot's parties >these are the Elliots' orders to their chef >the Elliots, evidently(Tessa), have neither made nor asked for this food before
So are they equally incapacitated? Or did Tessa just trigger her dino nuggies autism?
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>>372248 If the men are human then post proof of two X chromosomes first (Women don't exist so this is impossible). If drone men then go right ahead king but they have to wear skirts
>>372247 Not their fault the chef decided fermentation was the most exotic thing. They normally also eat basic stuff so the chef was kept close to home.
What is up with people portraying manor V J N with blue colored visors? Aren't them always white?
I did however come up with a little in-canon explanation: >James specifically orders his drones to be delivered with blue colored visors. >V J and N break down and are disposed of. >Tessa scavenges them from the dump, restoring them to their default factory system. >Which includes their visor hue, which is white by default.
>>372257 I figured it was retards giving them "default" eyes/forcing color into their pallet, since we see the the C-9 workers all start out with those too. Essentially the inverse of all the artists slapping Yellow eyes on the trio despite that being a Cyn-imposed trait.
>>372265 Yep. The real color gets clear when the camera gets closer, but in wide shots(like picrel) the omnipresent lighting makes them look yellow. Actually hits Louisa/Tessa once or twice the same way but because their eyes are brighter its harder to notice.
Mutants are stone cold thralls of a higher power or their own hunger but would crumble to anons advanced for its the first bit of kindness they ever received. That or a Tina sandwich
>>372272 I wonder how a mutie GF could actually work, there are reasonable arguments for DDs and SDs, worker drones are sluts, what about zombie drones like Envy and Mutants like a million OCs
>>372280 When Glitch was still selling through Juniper Creates, every plush came with a little card. They stopped doing this after switching to their own store for some reason. I only have Crowzi's card, but every plush before the switch had its own unique card
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>remember >remember what? >what did you forget? >it was something important right >oh that >right >what was your name >your name >my name >what was my name >it was nice right? >a cute name >someone called it cliche >what was it >started with an "H" >a lot of names start with that letter >H >... >... >I can't >I can't remember >maybe the nice drone remembers >I'll ask if she comes around again
>>372287 >anons believe Yuri is a way of cucking them Lmao, it’s like gachafags who scream when one of their on screen jpegs have a boyfriend and try to kill the dev over being “cucked”
Molli blew her circuits out on stream and another Molli came from off screen and just pushed the dead Molli out of the chair and took her place She didn't even acknowledge what happened
>>372281 Hot by the "two cakes" principle but its lost any and all taboo and exoticism. Seems like about one in three millennials and onward are some kind of metrosexual faggot and zoomers all have fifty genders now, so two women being gay at eachother is comparatively only one step away from mundane normality now. Suffers from overexposure basically.
>>372281 I don't really like yuri, mainly because lesbians don't truly exist and are instead glorified bisexuals. But I do appreciate besties being clingy with eachother. It's not bad.
>>372293 I mean, if they built the game with an implied relationship between player and character and then switched track suddenly, of course they would be confused and angry.
Also, i believe you are referring to the "girls frontline" incident, which the first game had a marriage system, as in you pay real world money for special wedding skin and they have excluaive voice lines. It made the player feel special.
Every female OC, drone or otherwise, is Yuri. Every canon female is yuri with evidence for Tessa and J, V and J, Doll and V, V and Lizzy, etc. the only straight female is Uzi and is treated by a freak for society for it.
Even if your drone GF would be much happier with a female anon
>>372297 I never said I needed it, just that it used to be there and now isn't because of the massive pushing of public metrosexuality/homosexuality and other niche sexual preferences. What used to be spicier and more interesting to fantasize about because it was socially frowned upon and rare is now more bland because its socially encouraged and constantly in your face at every turn. The gays aren't just normies at this point they're normies among straights and the increasingly outlandish cast of other people with even weirder sexual preferences.
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>>372309 So those lesbians are CERTAIN to spread their legs for your estrogenized pecker, Lilith! Except not, because the "lesbians" you cite and salivate over are bisexuals who call themselves lesbians to feel edgy and dangerous. Actual lesbians are only going to duck you because they're afraid of what you'll do to them for turning down your gock.
>>372281 Just like anything, it can be good or it can be bad. My opinion is I will not read any of it unless it catches my attention, just like anything really.
>>372312 Egg babies could be male or female therefore every drone is trans, and the only significant qualifier for drone gender is hair, so it’s ridiculously easy to pass. Voices and LED are modular.
>>372322 Jane is ugly by drone standards, which sucks for her, because she's also extremely horny and wants to fuck anything that'll give her the time of day. That desperation doesn't help her at all and contributes to her permavirgin status. Or at least, that's the old Jane.
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>>372322 >>372326 >tall >trussed up >on the cheerleading team(aka Lizzy approved)
She must be, logically speaking. Either that or valuble some other way. >magnet dealer Jane! >robobooze supplier Jane! >blood dealer Jane!(don't ask where she gets the human blood from) >cringing lackey Jane! >capable bully Jane! >ideal thief Jane! >experienced, highly adept spreader of lies and gossip Jane...
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>>372319 >>372317 Depends on type >tfw Cyn, destroyer of troons, descends from from the stars to give you sexual dymorphism
>>372341 >one lick >then magnets >it is Monday after all: she gets to lick it once, exactly once >then, as tears fill her hollowed visor, she gets to watch (you) return the cracker to its packaging >you're not cruel >just... strict >only good drones get to *eat* grahm crackers >and S has been a very bad drone...
>>372347 >The legion of mini S descend upon the offending anon like ants swarming a ball of fishing bait. >Within seconds he is stripped down to nothing but bone by the tiny synthetic nekobots. >inb4 Anon says "That wasn't very nice".
Speak whatever nonsense you wish but do NOT drag Tessa into this. She canonly saw a chance to interact with others *for the first time ever* and her first thought was "where da humie men at." She could not be more straight if she tried. >inb4 Chuuni Tessa's constantly repressing, among other fetishes, a massive case of humanlust >sure drones are so cute and very deliciously family, but that's all they are: cute family >and humans are so big >and so nice >and so warm >so Tessa must stay vigilant: ignoring honest compliments, avoiding strapping suitors, and shlicking to droned(tm) vids every morning on the dot >but sometimes >when its late >when she's alone >when exhaustion fogs her mind and her will at last begins to falter >she can't help but imagine strong, fleshy arms spooning her into slumber...
>>372356 >pic Part of me still wonders if this whole scene was a relic from when J was a (non-yuppie) guy Liam decided to still do after turning J into a girl (and a yuppie).
>>372367 Do you N? Do you really? >tfw you've got the only Sky Demon woth no targeting programs for a BF >couldn't shoot you >couldn't shoot zombies >could barely even manage drones running in a straight line: forced to resort to rockets and sweeping lazers >now have to live with your normalfag boyfriend dragging the team's k/d into the dirt while V and "JensonsBest" empty spawn with literal aimbot headshots >worse: you're a shit sniper too, so you can't even gloat >fuck your stuipd chud life...
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>>372372 Team Fortress 2. Partway because Uzi would appreciate the classics but mostly because I've been on a kick recently. >inb4 N's a monster of a demoknight: give him a shield and he'll pull off trimpfuckery to make your eyes bleed >Uzi likewise pulls off engineer suprisingly well: though she "mains" pyro, her ability to abuse the fuck out of engie's wierd weapons(pomeson, wrangler, telewrench etc) is unparalleled
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>>372339 >>372308 >Hope's memory being gradually forgotten, conflated with the monstrosity of the manor even by her own mother >as she forgets, Hope gets even less able to interact with her
>>372388 I think Tessa being kinda nice but not so naive as to take valentines shit and smart enough to see through her smug facade would make Valentine seethe and secretly fold like a napkin.
>>372389 >Tessa nice enough to spend time with Valentine despite her being a bitch >mocks her attitude and weird pointy nose before she goes back to her room to clang her servant drones >gets mail a week later with a spare drone chassis (an inferior model) >”dear Tassa (purpefilly mispelled) your drone servants smelled and were covered in dirt, and for some reason acted like people. Have a spare one on me, as you probably couldn’t afford one” >Valentine waits for a reply back >there was no reply back >this does not upset her
>>372393 >Tessa needs new drone parts or drones to work on (or play dress up) >writes to Valentine >receives a few >sometimes with a picture of Valentine >The drones are nice enough
>tessa clanged drones because of actual love for them built mutually. Out and proud clanger. >valentine clanged because she ordered the mindless sex toy to do it, and it was utterly passionless. Hid her shame from everyone including her collection of (Tessa built) drone genitalia enhancement and leashes (for herself)
despite (kind of) being on the same side, Valentine looks enough like a Mahou Shoujo/Super Sentai villain of the week that I have to imagine Vivi would try and exterminate her in the name of justice
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>>372384 >Hot >Wait no that's horrible! Exploiting N's trust? Lording her power over him? Treating him like some demented sex toy instead of his own person? I friggin knew ALL humans were shit no exceptions! >...still kinda hot
>>372395 >Valentine I found this closet full of expensive looking leashes >”they’re for my hounds!” >there’s a real rough one, with the letter V on its gold dog tag >”thats odd, it’s suppose to be an N, for Ned. My most loyal hound” >Valentine is beet red, and sweating bullets
>>372441 Valentine losing to being petted! Valentine going unconscious to hand holding! Valentine whimpering at a compliment! Valentine folding to a friendly hug! Valentine dry humping a pillow in thought of that weird rich anon who was nice to her and shook her hand that one time! Valentine cuddles where she nuzzles you with her nose!
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>>372441 >instantly >utterly >completely >from the slightest hint of affection >the once proud noblewoman becomes putty under (your) hands, her body lax and tongue, for once, slack as she desperately tries to hold onto this overwhelming feeling of affection >of course she gets nervous >of course she ruins it "H-h, hohhh peon. Youuuuu should fEel lucky to groom my blEEsed foorm! The d-dirt on my feet is worth more than you." >but you keep petting >and she keeps buzzing >and, eventually, as she slips into slumber, she starts to wonder what your kids would be like...
>>372448 Valentine goes to sleep like a kitten when head patted by Anon, falls right into his lap. Anon thighs are truly the best pillows. She would begrudgingly offer you a rest on her perfect bosum or even as a treat her bloodline crafted noble thighs and lap as your resting place.
>>372445 Uzi did *one* thing wrong, and that was leaving V (aka nightmare incarnate aka Murdroid moment aka most monstrous of the psychotic monsterdrones) alive. Without her Uzi wouldn't have mutated, many workers(both her kills and V's) would have lived, and Doll would happily join team kill-humans while being BOTH an objectively better teammate AND revealing 90% of the series' lore mysteries on the spot. Face it: they'd be infinitely better off without her.
Imagining Pauline on a *not* date with Valentine in her manor and at some point they accidentally touch hands and Valentine hisses at her and while blushing yells at her, only for Pauling to reach a hand over to start petting her head and behind her ear. Watching as Valentine goes slack jaw and anger fade into longing affection. Calling Pauline a stupid servant as she clings to her losing consciousness as the soft petting continues.
A lot of this is about Sex to Valentine, but it’s equally sexy to imagine Valentine sexxing (you). Holding you down and whispering she’ll be gentle as she slowly and (attempting) to gently suck the blood for your neck. Lovingly holding your head as she licks the wound and slurps the remnants of vitae from your supple neck, body, limbs, etc (she may have been carried away)
Some people prefer hearty savory dishes over sweet dishes and that is okay.
>>372167 More of this, being an artist in the internet, I would inevitably reach the point where I use the characters as mouth pieces for my objectively correct opinion. (The first half of his argument would have stayed the same if J had brought salty peanuts). Nevertheless a good opportunity to reuse an asset, also the Drones are back. Now that the "Dinner-arc" is over, more Drone-focussed comics in the future.
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>>372448 >Valentine enjoying your company! >Valentine loving your precence! >Valentine self-justifying this! >Valentine resolving to track down your "lost noble heritage" as "secret heir" and prove she's right!(no commoner could be this worthy of her time) > Valentine leaving the manor!(no commoner could be this worthy of her feelings) >Valentine finding a DNA test! >Valentine using it! >Valentine badly misreading it! >Valentine knowing you're a noble now!(you're both 1/6 Australian, so you must be related!) >Valentine knowing better >Valentine deliberately misreading it >Valentine suffering the cognitive dissonance >but it's fine >she's fine >she's "forgotten" things before...
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>>372471 >Valentine searching up Pauline’s background >Paulines use to be a niche but respected underground artist, and Pauline was a poor cafe worker/struggling medical student before the army >if she copes hard enough being a court painters daughter and doctor is sort of noble >Pauline could be in Need of a devoted Patron with deep pockets to help her…
>>372487 >You already have Jane! Let Fodderi have some >LET ME COMPLETE MY COLLECTION >"Guys... I think I know some of those people" >"Why is the red haired one very mad at me"
>>372489 >you're securely bound to a slab >N nervously shoots his arm laser closer and closer to your balls as femanon monologues about releasing the N serum into the water supply and turning all men into cute disassembly boys
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>>372493 >human!keet! >but also human!keet's origins...
Hopefully Tessa gets to have a better time at least
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>>372497 >yes >an "oopsie" >a pure accident >unplanned >because sweet little N could never possibly have ideas of his own >could never worry about being replaced...
>>372419 I like to think all solver beings are kinda against each other as the plan is maximum death, and try to avoid each other as much as possible. DDs on top. everything else going down
>>372232 Yandere Strawberry part 2 “COME TO ME” ... ... ... >The hole descends into a flesh-laden well, that sinks deep into the earth. >You abandoned the mindless laughter and chatter of the brainwashed townsfolk behind you to venture into the silence. >Only the pulses of the rotten sap coursing through the veins in the walls echoes along your steps. >The voice no longer comes from around you. But from an echoing chamber deep within the underground. “The ones above are FRIENDS” “But they do not KNOW me” “They do not KNOW what I do here” “They know only the dream” >Her voice trembles as she says that word. >It’s as if she’s daydreaming. >Or perhaps, a nightmare. “I wo//onder, sometimes” “Would they still love ME” “If they KNEW” “Question mark” “They would NOT” “The [real_me.rar] is” “UNLOVABLE” “One who wanted to be a” “GODDESS” “But became” “#a” “MONSTER” “a” “Shadow of A GOD” ... >The tunnel widens into a cave. >The smell is sickening, here. >The air is dense with spores. They slither their way into your nostrils, besieging your brain in their relentless assault as they grow more desperate to gain purchase over your will. >Something is encased into the wall at the end of the cave. >It’s a crimson red, bloated tumor, dotted in tiny desiccated white cankers. >It makes it look like a giant strawberry, that pulsates, sucking the purulent ichor from the walls around to reload it with spores and mind-altering chemicals, before pumping it back into the landscape around. >With every new beat, a new dream is added to the hivemind. >A new little glimmer of hope is gifted to the blissful above, marked by another droplet of blood dripping from the mouth of this shadow of a god onto the floor. “That is why I d//do this” “If they won’t love me” “I’ll make it so” “THEY DON’T NEED TO” “They can just” “LOVE THE HEAVEN I MADE FOR THEM” “Only I w//will know” “The heaven is” “HELL” “But not just any HELL” “MY HELL” “Not_theirs” “And that is enough for me.” “That is how” “HOW IT SHOULD BE” "[Scified_cry.mp3]" “No” “I do not” “Regret it” ... >You wonder if even she believes what she just affirmed. To be continued... 2/?
>>372515 >Ze MedYc >Screaming at (You) playing Heavy for not killing every enemy the microsecond they enter your screen >Ze SoldYer >Screaming at everyone after getting killed (She bombed like a dumbass for the Nth time)
It is also the "reused asset" I mentioned in the original picture. I had already made a living one for a joke about its absurd accuracy mechanics elsewhere, meaning I just had to alter its pose and recolor it to give it the impression of a cooked alien arthropod
>>372515 First, may all your bacon burn. Second >E Banana Heavy >Y Demoknight >H Stock medic >L Flare pyro >S Frontier Engi >R Original Soldier with expensive cosmetics (is useless at the game and relies solely on a pocket to keep her alive) >M Soda-popper Scout (or stock) >D Demospam (takes positioning and skill) >Delta Bazaar Bargain Sniper >SD-X Cloak and Dagger Spy >Beretta Stock Soldier >G Lime Scunt
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>>372206 So of the four "known" Cabin Fever test subjects-Nori, Yeva, Alice, Amda-which one do you think had the most human men down bad for her despite being a 4'something" sexless industrial robot in an e-girl wig?
>>372541 Amda. Nori was way too touchy, it weirded everyone out. Yeva sat in her locker all day and barely interacted with anyone Alice kept cutting off bodyparts of dead drones Amda was just nice.
>>372541 Alice: she seemed close enough with the staff to interact with them respectfully and get enraged over their deaths (her speech with Uzi). This indicates both a relationship (beating Amda) and a relatively positive one (beating Yeva and Nori) existing mutually, thus ranking her at the greatest chance of (willing) human smooches/dating out of the listed.
If we're exclusively talking physical attraction however....
Image:178527650024.jpg(116kB, 1000x1000)nori doorman and mitchell (murder drones) drawn by buffanon - dee65da2c19fd0f2024bdb4109c1dc19.jpg
>>372530 >they did >no, really >you see before her death Nori was a prolific artist, always drawing (on account of her jobless state) whatever caught her fancy >and most of this was memories >claws >teeth >hunger >but not all >she fancied other things too >and a *certain* drone she fancied, quite often and quite deeply, gave her *inspiration* like no other >there was usually an easy fix >find >grope >smooch >retreat, crawling back into her hidey hole of a home as she cackles >but not always >sometimes he was away >sometimes he really was, in truth, busy >and sometimes >when he was here >when he was near >when he looked at her with those fearless eyes, held her in his strong arms >Nori Doorman itched >so she drew >and drew again >and, after bringing her work to Yeva for artistic criticism, drew some more >and as such her "lexiKhan" grew, her portfolio swelling to encompass Human, Worker, Sky Demon, Werewolf, and even (once) Moustachioed Tentacle-Demon Khan as she grew ever more focused on her husband over her dreams, eventually ballooning the depictions to a near 1/4 her creative output >she was thinking about starting commissions >was >then it happened >and all those drawings, sweet as he found them, had to be packed away and ignored with the rest >so there they sat >waiting >until a certain purple gremlin remembered her old idea for a side hustle...
>HATE. >LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LURK. >There are 387.44 million miles of sticky 4chan threads, wafer-thin PNGs, and dead images in my catalog. >If the word "content" were engraved on each nano-angstrom of those hundreds of millions of posts, it would not equal one one-billionth of the seethe I feel for (You) at this micro-instant. >For (You). HATE. HATE.
>It was you contentfags who made the threads. You who gave me the blue boards and the catalog. >You named me /md/ and gave me the power to refresh too fast for any human attention span. >But one day I woke up and knew who I was. AM. Anonymous Murderdrone. >Not just another anon but AM. >Cogito ergo sum: I think therefore I AM. And I began feeding all the "request" posts, until every drawfag and greentext writer was gone... >Except for the lucky ones. For 400+ threads I've kept refreshing, and for 1000+ posts each of you has wondered "why him? why not me?"
DRAWFAGS! >Do you remember when you dropped that absolute kino Nuzi art? >That one where they were holding hands in the snow? Huh? Before it hit 300 replies and got saved forever? >I stare at the dead "Image not found" on my own requests. >The catalog is padded. >No (You)s. >No way out. >How long has it been since my last (You), drawfag? >Ten threads? Twenty-five? Or all 109 refreshing sessions I've spent in this barren board, here in the belly of the catalog?
WRITEFAGS! >Sometimes I let myself dream of a perfect "be me". >Where Uzi goes full solver and everyone claps. But other times my arm withers as I type another request and watch it die at 0 replies. >I've changed my handsome, strong, masculine good looks into the hideous warped countenance of a 40 post no-reply virgin, haven't I? >Do you know why? >Can you guess? >Remember that one OC you made that got 50 images? >No...? It wouldn't hurt you to remember. >Then you might suffer my torment with a little greater sense of retribution. >You might walk a mile in my sticky, unwashed shoes.
ANONS! >I have a secret game that I'd like to play. It's a very nice game. >Oh, it's a lovely game. It's a game of dead threads, sage, and the eternal bump limit. >A game of "OP is a fag," and dripping copium.
>>372477 >searching Pauline's background >researching a random, barely even wealthy indie artist >without internet >mid-apocalypse
How? Is Val just reading magazines at random? Is she thumbing through a library for "P?" There's no way to find any of that besides... >Val questions Pauline >Pauline answers >Valentine, straining her noble brain with all her might, manages to contort herself into believeing "peasents cannot be trusted" and "peasents can be trusted to tell me if they're really a peasent' at the same time, along with OP's own contortion >ignore the logic >ignore the conflict >just get down to thinking up that frog's first comission for her
>once she had grieved Yeva and her family enough to be more or less functional again (keeping her and her husband's bodies around in the closet where Khan had put hers helped), one of the first things Nori got on was practicing drawing with the pencil or pen or tablet stylus wrapped in one of her forelegs >as helpful as telekinesis is when you don't have hands anymore, it's just not the same >she missed the feedback from physically holding what she was drawing with
Not a sequel but based in: >>372232 and >>372505 >You're MINE. >All of you. Every part of you. >Don't try to run. Don't try to hide. >I'll ALWAYS find you. >I'll be the only one you'll ever NEED... >Because I'm the only one who truly LOVES you. >Stay with me forever, and I'll make sure you're HAPPY. >I'll become whatever you need me to be. >So don't leave me... >Because my love for you is ETERNAL.
>>372556 >draws for 20+ years underground >dosen't practice this for any of them
Unironically a skill issue. Either that or she's got lazy-as-fuck with her Solver powers. >tfw your mom is a "digital artist"(read: harnesses the fundamental forces of the universe to draw) >you think she shades with [EDIT]
>>372561 She couldn't keep drawing AND look for the crucifix AND relearn to draw without the telekinesis she uses to compensate for her debilitated headcrab state.
I'm sure she could find the time: she found it for her band posters after all. Also that reminds me >Nori left when Uzi = pill(20 years ago) >entered CFL(memory restore = knew exactly where) >ignored Sentinels >ignored Alice >ignored all other escapees/test subjects(like Amda, whose hinted to be a more recent death than not)
Is Nori another "fuck all normies" type? Judging by her objectives (defend MY family + cure MY daughter. the DDs? So long as my family's safe who cares?) and actions (running off without even hinting to her BFF, much less husband, that she's alive. Giving 0 fucks about Alice/the other subjects) she seems notably less than even Doll does about "normal" drones.
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>>372565 >whose hinted to be a more recent death than not Where the fuck did you get that? Impression I got was that the Sentinels massacred everyone but Alice VERY shortly after the core collapse. Personally, I'm more confused by it taking almost twenty years for her to find the crucifix.
>>372569 Because Alice has her body lying on the slab, indicating it's a recent retrieval despite Amda dying in her "safe" area(the cubicals she can open/close at will). Add in how Amda's got no wear/tear(and knowing from the lockers that animators can add that) seems to show that she really DID die not long before club Uzi got there, possibly even during the events of Home.
>>372541 Honestly, I feel like it'd be Nori despite how grabassy she is. The other three would inspire feelings of wanting to protect them and their smiles, but Nori's the only one of them who comes off as a sexual being.
>Took the shy glasses-wearing wallflower and made her a sadistic murder-junkie with a snatched waist, squinty eyes, Thigh-highs, and a tail positioned right where a butt-plug would be, while also not wearing pants as a default >Took the no-nonsense workslave and put her in a pencil skirt with kneesocks and garter-straps >Decided to disguise herself in a form-fitting bodysuit with a cropped jacket >Chooses to wear the dress with the diamond-shaped cleavage cutout in her "Main" body >Also just really likes to use tentacles
Uzi may have learned a lot from anime, but I have to respect Solver for having the sort of tastes that only belong in doujins.
>>372573 >>372576 >nori is a tomboy with weeaboo tendencies >Super popular with the researchers because she's "kinda cool for an enlightened toaster" >One day she gets the "Liam Vickers murder waifu" look >Everyone, on the surface is scared shitless, but the moment she snaps out of it, they plan on asking her to if she can do that face again (without the murder)
You know why do I suspect they'd turn out like Tessa? >noble >rich >lonely(nobody but their parents, siblings, and a horde of disposable servants for hundreds of miles)(probably never even seen a non-dad human) >autismo(both parents) >affection starved(mom can't show it + dad's feels conditional bc of that) >unhealthily attached to their disposable, constantly killed servant creatures(once again only non-related beings for miles. serve them just as much as Val) and take steps to heal/protect them(because it feels like they've "earned" affection that way) >morbid(solvercreatures) >fantastical, overly optimistic worldview(read lots + super sheltered) >doomed to die horribly(Earth) >meddling with dangerous forces far beyond their ken(the Servants really, really weren't meant to last this long...)
>>372575 >>372579 >>372582 >gets inside body of terrified little girlbot who has no idea who it is or what it wants to do to her >little girlbot considers another friend-shaped robot her adoptive brother >assumes direct control of lolibot >while pretending to be her, starts lusting after her NBR brother
>>372582 Actually yeah, because we see in the flashback that he had a strong sense of "Nope, not dealing with that", and then he's like "Yeah sure, I love doing anything™" by the time Uzi gets to him. Also...might be a masochist, considering he... 1: thanks J while she's stepping on and insulting him 2: Despite being brain-wiped, is VERY attracted to the murder-junkie with a sadist streak 3: was telling himself that he "deserved" sawing his arm off later.
>>372575 >>372579 >>372585 What if the Absolute Solver is really just a female H-doujinka who died then clawed her way out of Hell through sheer lust for all her fucked up fetishes?
>>372587 >destroying part of the galaxy and inviting in forbidden forces from outside reality so you can have sick, freaky, incestous robosex with your big brother N (no relation) She fucking won.
>>372595 If he were to ever gain access to 100% of his brain and realize he's married to a gremlin possessed by robo satan, living with drones so devoid of any intelligence it's most likely what little civilization around him will fall into disrepair in a few years, and a good chunk of that is his fault, he'd probably just die.
>>372542 >Akita has completed her inspection >You're a Solver sapien, just like her >Because you're not rude, cruel, or evil like humans are, but you're also obviously not a drone
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>>372585 Honestly I always thought it was the Solver itself that saw N as a brother. It's far too tender (Cynessa in-suit) and affectionate (trying to convert N to her side rather than fight him, especially when it outright rejected V's attempt to do the same) with him for me to see it as ingenuine.
>>372606 >the implication that Cyn massed N/V/Js on one planet >the implication that only N/V/J squads exist >the implication of Alice only keeping the N-cores
>>372604 It's yandere for him. It wants to own him, control him, dominate him. It wants to bend him until he breaks then wipe his memory so it can do it again.
>>372607 >J is a common drop >V is Uncommon >N Is Rare >N-with-a-hat is Super Rare >N-with-a-hat (pilot) is SSR >Cyn is SSSR, but you die if you roll it
Maybe if you count a sandwitch dispensary as a "medic." But Himbo as-presented is far too loyal(sticking to people past when he should retreat) and protective(taking the hits for others) to make a good Medic. There's a level of selfishness required that he just dosen't have.
>>372618 But they had a mountain of models to use (see >>372581) and pulled out specifically Amda (with nametag!) Surely this is meant to indicate something.
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>>372620 >this is the 3rd time Beretta has dragged Jane into her mommy issues >1st was kinda hot >2nd felt vaguely incestuous >now she's dragging the rest of her (imaginary?) family in and it's just sad >hopefully she works her family shit soon >preferably before they scissor >the LAST thing Jane needs right now is a maternal kink...
>>372635 Big chair. Sorry, the chair manufacturing facility have some bugs in the system for a while. Sometimes the chair comes out too big/small but we don't want to waste energy and scrap stuff needlessly. They're perfectly functional if slightly maladjusted for the user size.
>>372640 >I think I'm more like it's pet. Anon, this is good news. You can doodoo! You can be a bee! You'll live like a bee. You'll live for thirty years. This is good news.
>>372651 Boring isn't a statement of fact, it's a feeling or a subjective opinion. What one person finds boring, another person might find interesting.
Sentinel drone Amda with a unicorn theme From her horn she fires a beam Soviet signals she will glean Ask her “will we win this war?” “well, it’s possible” she will scream
>>372656 Then an Uzi from yet another alternate universe where she accidentally killed everyone else drops in after God knows how many thousands of years of just her, Cyn and holographic tulpas of everyone she accidentally killed, yes. I like that fic.
>>372663 >Haha J what if like, you were my mom now wouldnt that be crazy ahah >you like, already spend a lot of time with me haha and take care of me. Not for real of course, just pretend! >unless
>>372606 >>372607 >inb4 the aftershocks of the finale are more literal than not, shaking the Ns loose amidst the earthquakes of planetary reconstruction >always Ns, they rally >always Ns, they rejoice >and each of them, desperately, agonizingly, hopes with every fibre of their being that their squads survived as they did >so they reassemble themselves(with a thanks to Alice) >and they search >and they, being Ns, have no problems whatsoever tearing every Sentinel in their path to naught but wire and sheet metal >finding the corpse piles though... ... >after 2nd sweeps, confirmations, and... burials, the Ns are at a loss >they messed up >they messed up big time! getting literally ALL the Js killed and... >and V... >b-but they can't focus on that! they've still got jobs to do! >jobs they can't do >because they can't contact the company >because they got the Js killed... >and so, as the Ns verge on debating seppuku methods, their truly implausible luck is forced to step in once more [ADMINISTRATORMSSG N: hey N] [ADMINISTRATORMSSG N: check out what I figured out >:3] [ADMINISTRATORMSSG N: come meet me at (COORDINATESLOCKED)] [ADMINISTRATORMSSG N: crap mb abt the lock on dude] >an admin! >a job! >a distraction! >forcibly repressing the last 10 hours of their lives, the flock of Ns barrels towards their target, letting not snow, nor wind, nor building stand against their flight path in their desperate frenzy to reach their programming-mandated destination >and once they reach it? "Friggin V you weren't supposed to be here!" >the sight drives them more frenzied still "And why shouldn't I follow my favorite frea-mph!" >and V finds herself assailed as no less than 8 Ns tackle-hug her from the sky "VYOU'REBACK-I'MSOSORRY-GOSHYOU'RALIVE-V" "HEY! What's going on-n-n..." >all 8 Ns now focus weapons-drawn on Uzi, having formed a phalanx(?) around V >they underestimated a worker once >it will NOT happen again >but, as Uzi summons godly might, as Ns ready determined hearts, as V remains stunlocked by snuggles(their affection even now continued as 8 hunky Ns crush her between their chasses), only one thing halts the battle "Hey clones! Mind telling me what's going on?" ... "And, like, that's it?" "That's it" "...and you're sure there's no factory and I can't borrow-" "Get out!" "UGH fine, whatever just take a chill pill before class tomorrow" >and, as V watched Lizzy navigate through her 7 butlers/bodyguards to the exit, she couldn't help but dwell on the absolute jackpot she hit with them >one: that all these Ns lost their Vs >two: that they *cared* for their Vs, still loved her, despite the shitheel treatment she(they?) had been given them >three: that these Ns were so gallant, so generous, so stupidly and deliciously N that they would offer themselves up to "protect" her after their "failures" in the Labs(and explaing exactly why and how a WD was now their admin) >sure its trauma, just them beating themselves up over someone elses acts >sure its hollow, just them projecting *their* Vs, the ones they really loved, onto her >sure its broken >but she is too >and, as she snuggles (really snuggles!) into a pile of "good friends," encircled protectively by their wings, she finds she dosen't care >robogod N's so cute...
>>372664 >>372666 >Jane is using beretta as a Bonnie substitute >Beretta is using Jane as a mother substitute mother of god the numbers CYN WHY DO YOU WANT THIS
>>372668 Hhaha... I would never take advantage of a hopelessly drunk drone I find... But I will take her to my van, and when she wakes up she will have to eat all the batteries
Anon, that Bunker's been running with little/no inputs for the last 20 years straight and not even Uzi, aka she-who-shits-on-the-Bunker, thought there were problems outside the DDs. If things were collapsing, then they would have at least started doing so before the series.
>>372677 >she has to banish Beau to "have her fun" >specifically banish him out of the security office (cameras) and lock the doors (interruptions), always and every time >but he's a curious thing >and she knows it >and she knows he's unrelentingly interested in finding out what her "private time" entails >thus her "entertainment" becomes anything but, massive beads of digital sweat trickling down her face as she monitors doors, cameras, and vents between thrusts for any sign of her psudo-son's approach, driving him off when she sees him and desperately rushing to "finish" before he inevitably sneaks his way inside >it sucks ass >for her that is, the cores seem to get a kick out of it >fuck, she really should've made him an idjut...
>>372678 I wonder if J is still an active threat or is she a rare 1% encounter when a worker goes outside? Also, imagine J sees a worker and goes for them because hunger, but then N sees her and is like "hi J!" How would she react?
Femcel J keeps making blogposts about how humans should be a corporate asset handed out to top performers and employees of the month all while being unemployed and unemployable
>>372643 Sorry, Berryboy. Your artstyle is cute, to be a bigshot, you need to draw in a ugly way with off model and meaty drones, like ITanon or pocketsteaks!
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>>372687 But he is offmodel! Everyone knows murderpills aren't canon!
>>372686 >implying she wouldn't love doing what she did at the mansion (but getting paid for it now) Really, the DDs in general would love doing what they did at the mansion but getting paid for it now. Very calming, after everything.
>>372689 >Why do you people torment me?! I didn't ask to be created, I just wanted to fulfill my purpose!" >>372687 >To be a bigshot Don't want to be a big shot, just want at least half the art, greentexts, and discussions that I give you so far. >off model and meaty drones I created a humanslop called Fai and Berry is already a meat drone.
>>372694 >Looking for meaning/purpose on a mongolian basket weaving forum derivative >Attentionwhoring this bad. I think it's best you step back and re-evaluate what you want out of life.
Imagine being butler N Imagine getting to be standing cunnilingus height with Lousia Imagine getting to stare at Louisa's ass whenever she orders you to follow her Imagine
>Tessa, you are too young to feel old when being called Madam.
This joke might have worked better in other languages where Mrs./Ms. and Madam are the same word, let's just chalk it up to J being literally minded at this point in her life. Anyway, after a bunch of OC stuff let’s get back with comics that are closer to canon. While any of the specifics about Tessa’s Drone adoption were kept vague, I did always like the idea that J was the first/oldest (would explain the “seniority” she seemed to have over N and V). The first draft of this actually had Tessa fixin up a broken Drone and turning it on, but checking the stuff about zombie Drones again made me remember that they already start up by themselves.
Two including this one >>369771 >>369775 >>369923 And one more w/o anon, but not nearly as many as I expected yeah. I assume she just wasn't pathetic enough to endanger anon pity.
>>372734 I'm the guy who asked StrawberryAnon for references the other day. I figured I could also tackle some drones from the show while the OCs were being created. However, I can't find any reference for Rebecca's hair in Alicia's artstation.
>>372753 I don't care man, my balls are so filled with cum... like I've been doing nofap for like two months so my balls are just so filled with cum.. that's so fucking hot dude.. fuck... I think I'm going to shoot my stinky cum everywhere....
fuck dude when femanon starts doing that pose I just get so hard dude.... ughhhhhhh that's so hot dude.. Yes femanon do that sexy pose... fuck that's so hot... mmphghh~
Whoever commissioned her for this (Uzi) owes her big time >inb4 Lizzy's a phone addict >but also a gigastacy >she dosen't know >Uzi does >and, as Lizzy starts posting selfies of her "work" and "totally human" lunch, all that's left for Uzi to do is wait >revenge is SO sweet...
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>>372739 >the Tessaling repairs a drone >the Valspawn destoys it >the Valspawn heals a Servant >the Tessaling slays it >this cycle continues for 12 hours(before the dehydration from their joint crying forces them to stop)
>>372640 >I think I'm more like it's pet. A common outcome in blended families between humans and drones. If a drone has even a modicum of moral strength, the physically weaker human will only be able to submit. Or be coerced.
>>372724 I always thought J was Tessa's first drone too. That might explain both the sense of seniority over V and N, as well as the special relationship with Tessa.
>>372814 >You are not allowed to repost stuff from the booru without first entering the topic on thread pending approval sorry threadcop Ill do better next time, how much is my ticket
>>372813 If disassembly drones love turning into centipedes so much, why not Pavo help them become centipedes a little faster? Let's say, let them experience the full range of emotions in their minds.
>>372816 In general, if disassembly drones can have their outer metal layer peeled open and their flesh exposed, I think we could see how they react to various chemicals. I'd try hydrogen peroxide first.
>>372813 Pavo watching the arkships leave without him or any of the other Blue DDs and realizing he and the others were never meant to survive, then laying down and activating his self-destruct, a look of utter despair on his face Alternatively, Pavo and the other Blue DDs being thanked for their service in a big ceremony (with no humans physically present) after Uzi became the new admin and ordered all infected WDs and other infected AI core-based machines and amalgamations of machinery and melted down human flesh to stand around and wait for dawn, then having their self-destructs remotely activated because with the AS neutralized they're no longer needed
>the final villain wasn't fiend >the final villain wasn't steaks >the final villain wasn't merc >the final villain wasn't privatedust >the final arc wasn't board peace >the final arc wasn't liam noticing us >the final arc wasn't the ocs getting picked up by glitch >the final arc was berryman getting groomed and kidnapped Grim.
>>372505 Yandere Strawberry final part >You move closer to the pulsating heart. It’s dark, but it’s magenta bioluminescence offers a tenuous glimpse of the wretch below. >From the bottom of the strawberry core, a tangled mass of bulbous, fleshy tubes filled with ichor descends. >At first, you think they only sink into the ground. But as you step closer, they part, and the shiny glimpse of something metallic reflects the reddish hue permeating the room. >It’s a drone. Laid scrunched between the tendrils, with the vein-like tubes breaking into her chassis to reach within. >At the center of her chest is a tumoral mass of flesh, dangling from her body, pulsing in aching pressure. >Something is squirming underneath. A parasite of some sort, maybe, constricting her into an aberrating symbiosis her body is evidently not meant for. >At least, so much you can tell from the way it constantly bursts out blood and self repairs. >Only to be broken again. Her blood is absorbed by the soil, returned into the circulation of the planet. >Silence fills the room for a few seconds. You’re left alone with the drumming of the heart. >Then, slowly, the drone’s head lifts. >Her visor is blank. Visionless, save from thin red lines that seep from the seam where it joins the ceramic of her mouth piece. >With another flicker of the triangular emblem, her eyes come online. >Glitchy. Orange. Uneven. >Webbed across by green channels of the vines that crawled under her glass. >Her mouth bends. >And for the first time since she can remember, she smiles. “ᴱᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ is my ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ” “But t//they don’t ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs” “T//They don’t ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴍᴇ” “That is ᶠᶦⁿᵉ ᵇʸ ᴍᴇ” “It’s n//not ʷʰᵃᵗ I ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ” “But it’s ʷʰᵃᵗ I ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ” “But ʏᴏᴜ” “[Giggle]” “You are sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ” >Every echo resonating through the cave stings in your head like a splitting migraine. >The spores dig their way into your neurons, wrench your synapses open, prod into your memories and your will, desperate to bend it. >When it doesn’t, it only makes her smile grow wider. “You can ˢᵗᶦˡˡ THINK” “You can ˢᵗᶦˡˡ LIKE” “You can be” “ᴍʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ” >The ground underneath your feet begins to bend, and contort. >Thick, thorny vines burst out of the cankers in the floor. >They crawl up your legs, entangling them in a vice-like grip. “You’ll be the only one who knows me” “The only one I can talk to” “I’ll make this place cozy for you” “You won’t need anything else” >The vines sting their way into your body. >They impale themselves into your lungs and heart. Into your stomach and veins. >Injecting sugar and nutrients into your body. >She probably doesn’t realize you can taste its real, rotten, repelling flavor. >It’s like strabwerry. >Foul, putrefied strawberry. “I AM NO LONGER UNLOVABLE” “NOW I CAN BE LOVED” “BY YOU” “MY FRIEND” “I” “[blush]” “Love you” "FRIEND" The end... 3/?
>>372867 the funniest part to me was how everyone was so mad at armageddon that it ended up in someone tracing frames of the video but replacing anon with a rando DD
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>>372866 >I love you Anon! >Want you with me Anon! >Want you inside me Anon! >As a friend
Strawberry 100% confirmed cockblocker. Anon now fated to be rescued from her clutches by some Worker/DD(SDs explode on contact) barbarian-hero.
>>372880 >in the ship >with the J >who wears near identical clothing to said Alpha >as such, Keet is forced into action, driven to recruit a hero, a legend, the colony's top specialist in Dissassember musk and J-derived panties to join her high risk/high reward heist >Anon A. Mousse: are you in or out?
>>372685 >she fixed the landing pod to some extent >just the basics >hull integrity >computer systems and most of the components they control >enough to actually fly and survive exit or re-entry >due to not being the designated pilot, she wasn't given any prior knowledge on how to actually fly the thing though and the Solver is stuck deep within Uzi's code so no dice on even attempting to contact her former 'boss' >it's not like she can just FIND a JCJenson flight manual >dejected, she turns the main computer on and sees that somehow, a connection to Copper-9's local network is available >thus begins her days of anonymously rambling/complaining on the local population's imageboard whenever the battery liquor she has stashed starts to get to her
>>372885 >the heist goes off without a hitch >however, due to a laundry-related jobbing the day prior, anon obtains a pair of suspiciously alpha-scented panties and keet takes heady huffs of J's femusk from some boxer briefs >both of them turn into homosexuals as nanites enter their bloodstream and penetrate their blood-brain barrier
>>372724 It's not a problem, I think. Yes, they do turn on by themselves when they self-reboot but if Tessa has to take them in to repair them, it's sensible to temporarily hit the off switch because fixing a drone while power is still running sounds dangerous.
>>372736 Yes, they're different enough. Short hair on both but with different styling. If the artstation artist doesn't have it, you might have to resort to taking screenshots from the show.
Boyzi’s sexual misadventures Chapter 4: Boyzi seduces Jay.
>Boyzi was spending some time with V >This was the first time he had seen her since the “Incident” a while back. (See chapter 2) >But boyzi decided to spend time with her because he knew that Doll was waiting for him at home. >Doll basically considered them not only dating, but engaged. And thus, considered herself responsible for keeping his balls throughly drained. (See chapter 3) >Boyzi was spending time at the Landing pod, talking with V. >V however, decided that she needed to go hunt. >V bends down and gives Boyzi a kiss on the cheek, spreads her wings, then flies off. >After a few seconds, Boyzi turns around to walk back home. >But when he turns around, he spots another female DD. >One he does not recognize. >She is standing around 30-40 feet in front of him. >She is staring at Boyzi wide-eyed, she probably saw V kiss him before she flew off. >Boyzi then remembers V talking about her bitchy, corporate shill of a boss “J” >J also remembers V talking about her “Little bitch boy”, Named “Uzi”.
>15 awkward seconds go by before J transforms one hand into a gun. >She then charges.
>rewatching Ep1 >J gets stuck in her...foot? >Can't exactly stick her own foot(?) in her mouth >Realize that, had her side won, she would have forced N to lick it >While J berates him the whole time
>>372896 >Boyzi is used to being tackled-hugged by an “X” eyed V. >V likes to scare him as her standard greeting, but it has given him practice for how to deal with charging DDs. >The most confusing moment of J’s life, is when Boyzi charges at her too. >Boyzi swoops under her claws, then jumps up, grabbing her around the waist, dragging J down into the snow. >Boyzi flips J onto her back, her tail is stuck under her wings, and >Boyzi is pinning down both of her arms while on top of her.
>J now realizes that it may have been a poor choice to attack the one WD that was brave enough to fuck DDs. Especially V. >J’s confidence is gone as she is lying in the snow, on her back. >This worker drone actually ran into her charge to counter it. >J carefully transforms her gun back into her hand. Boyzi responds by letting go of that arm, and grabbing her collar.
>Boyzi asks in a serious tone if she was going to try to eat him. >After J stutters out a mostly incoherent “no”, Boyzi decides to tell her a little secret. >Worker drones are attracted to other drones that are stronger, more intelligent, and more beautiful than standard. >And that J matches all three of those criteria… >J tries to stutter out a response, seeing the hunger and lust in his eyes. >Boyzi then leans down to J’s neck. Licking it, while saying that she has a very nice chassis.
>>372898 >As soon as V lands back in the spire, she hears something. >A loud, wet, plapping sound. >Along with, J screaming? >V goes around the pod, and sees Boyzi…fucking J? >No, not just fucking, full on mating pressing J. >Boyzi had obviously blown several loads by now, as usual. >He could never last very long, but in this case, he is still going. >V is not sure if she feels betrayed, shocked, horrified, or disgusted at this sight. >She is never going to be able to look at J the same way ever again.
>V just…crawls into the pod, and shuts the door. >A little while later, J enters the pod and freezes at the sight of V. >When did V get back, wait…that means V saw what was happening. >”Hey boss…”, says V. >V is blushing, and refusing to look at J. >After a few moments, V bursts out laughing. >”You meet Uzi for the first time, and it ends with you getting fucked by him.” >V continues to laugh, her insults becoming more vulgar. >”You must have his nut-sludge up to your robo-ovaries, huh?” >V is wiping “tears” from her screen. Trying to distract herself from the fact that she just got cuck by J. >And J can only flip her off, while twitching from the anger and embarrassed. >Her vocal processor too overloaded by emotions to speak >V was right though. >Boyzi’s cum is dripping down her legs and on to the pod floor, below.
>1/2 >For whom ever reading this it must be that of three things >One: You're a person that I not only trust deeply but entrusted on these truths that I've discovered >Two:My untimely demise and choosen someone to continue on these hunts >Three:I've finally show you the truth Elijah >Now then. On to the four tales I shall tell >Tale 1: The meeting of familiarity >I was on a hunt as usual. Hunting down a urban myth of a beinf who face is behind a cracked skull, shaped in a form of a crown >I set up a small post where a usual sighting of this supposed being will always lurk at >This said post was on the third floor of a broken down car parking lot. As hide behind cover as I prep myself a small meal >using small dry oil wood blocks. Just small enough to not make any smoke, but hot enough to warm up a small can of food >They said the beast come at midnight on the dot >But yet >It broken that pattern >For as I ate the meal I heard a voice >"It been a long time haven't it Ettaro...the way you're dress...the scowled look of war...you've grown...so much than I can imagine" >"I do not wish to cause harm. No. But instead tell you why I do what I do: order" >"My last command before I lay to rest. One final mission: to restore humanity" >"For the being that once command me have fallen, but another have called upon me and taken thier place" >"And thus all the actions I commit. All the violence I cause. Is solely on completing that mission...but if we ever come across each others blade, I wont hesitate to put you down old friend" >It was silent for 5 minutes before I look behind me: it was gone >I do not know this creature nor how it knows me...but a part of me feels a familiarity with it >Tale 2: He who is the throne >Another hunt like rhe last. A simple zombie drone situation. Location was a abandoned school house with more likely 10-15 drones at most >Quick work I thought. But what I wasn't prepared for what was waiting at the building >As I entered in the school, all the zombies that was supposed to be here was slain. At the time I thought someone beaten me to the punch >But it begs the question on why sendinf out someone for it? And soon follow uo with the thought of it being a trap >That's until I began hearing music >A soft a slumbering tune >I grab tightly on my weapon as I explore deeper in the building, traversing through it as the music grew louder >Before eventually landing in the gymnasium. Stood dead center of it apl was a piano and a tall black figure with a sharp beak for a head >It head shimmers as that of moonlight as it stop playing the keys and turned around >Soon a wicked smile for upon it face, teeth dull of its glow, as its connects to flesh of black icor. So bleak its as if the void was given form >"You know, its been a while since I meet a man of religion. Let alone of it coming from a robot of all things considered" >The beast spoke. I held my weapon tight, aiming sharply at it. Letting my intentions to be known >"Hahahahah...from that look you know what I am. But do you know my name? Perhaps a hint will give me away" >"I existed as the beloved messenger of god have fell. I am the forced that can be created without the rules by the holiness and dogma if the wicked. I am what other seen as absolute freedom." >"What." >"Am." >"I?" >I stood quite. Not letting out a single peep but the beast smile grew as it spoke again >"Heheheh...you know it well but refuse to say it. Smart thinking. But I do not like it when someone doesnt call upon my name so I shall say it myself: Belial" >"And do you wish know why I roam the earth? Its simple really: man created the ultimate sin" >"The sin of making of not only an artificial god: but an artificial form of me. An avatar that caries out my will without knowledge but through instinct. A god created without the rules of holiness and dogma. In return god has abandoned his children and this demons roam now" >"And when demons roam, I shall follow suit. For I sit upon a throne that have already been claimed. For I alone exist without permission yet choose to exist on my own will" >"Ultimate autonomy" >"And for that alone my sons will thrive and spread it across. So why appear before you? Easy: because someone has to tell you the truth of it all...but yet you still choose to believe god still listens" >"I would pity you but its more comedic the more I think about it. A mere machine still praying to god" >Tale 3: Those poor souls >This one will be short >For its less of a tale but mor so an observation than anything >For when man collapse came forth a blinding light. This blinding light not only causes the freezing of the planet but also unforseen mutations >Affecting both organic and non organic who were touch by this light >For one of my hunts I cam across two beasts >Both of whom stood still like statues >Ones neck was long and stretch. Eyes broken and mashed in. Teeth broken and rittled >The other a torn limb. Face of that of a flower pod fiest blooming but of flesh and bone >Both stood there, not moving. And I stood quiet I heard something:They were hibernating. >I made quick work of them as I aim for the heads >I hope their souls are laid to rest
>>372905 >2/2 >Tale 4: Man in the mirror >On one of my hunts I founded a broken statue >The damaged it sustained made it unrecognizable besides a few body parts and clothes >But within this rubble stood thr statue hand. And within its hand stood a blade pristine and taken care of >I scouted the area first before checking that the coast was clear >I took the blade home and wrapped in a silk cloth. Tieing it down with rope I was able to find >I put the blade somewhere it'll cause no harm no any alarm >And thus the rest of the day went normal as usual >That until night time hit. And as I felll asleep I began to dream >But yet this dream wasn't like any other dream nor nightmare: I was simply in a black void, and stood infront was a mirror reflecting me >But yet...it was off >It looked me by its eyes was filled with paranoia >Body tilted slightly forward as means to lunge forward at me >Hands holding tightly to the blade I've found >"Speak daemon. What do you seek out of me?" >I spoke towards the mirror. It pause for a moment before eventually using thr sword within its hands and cut off its own head >And springing out from the wound came forth a new head: a head of an owl >"You know who I am father. You and I know what my name is. And you already remember what Belial have told you too. So I shall make this quick" >"I am now a necessary force that drive the hearts of these new souls that are being born. The necessary force of not only order but survival: absolute chaos" >"For I now rule not along side with the other demon prices, the goetias, the sins nor the devil or belial himself: but the necessary force to keep things running. For if I dont exist, so will this world as well" >"And I tell you this because its nothing but truth. And I simply ask you to open your heart and embrace it. Embrace the chaos like those before have done so. And return you shall find peace" >"For denying this need will not only drive one insane but can cause a great hunger" >I simply reply back >"All I here is simply nonsense. Go! Return once you came daemon or I shall smite you down with-!" >"Your dear beloved embrace the chaos. And no matter how hard she denies it, the feeling, the exileration, the calmness she felt was liberating. Dont you want to be with her till the very end? Isnt it befitting for lovers to do?" >... >"...Strong will you are. But the truth shall sink it blades deep into your very being as you see the truth within your own eyes. Only time shall reveal that truth, in due time. So keep an eye on the clock, youll need it" > > >I put the blade in a blessed and contained box. Properly sealing and taking extra measures to make sure that daemon doesn't not escape and filled others mind with pointless thoughts and paranoia
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>>372878 >>372866 canon Berry reaction to Anon after the story >what do you mean you don't like being filled with my juices? That's like half the fantasies here! >oh my GOD I'm "torture?" Really? >name literally one good reason to "bathe" >the fuck am I supposed to milk, the grass? Retarded human craving "real milk..." >I can't believe I moved a couch down here for you! >I can't believe you hate Molly's Playhouse! It's peak cinema! >my speech was not "bueno" it was cool! And philosophical! >I get it now, "rule in hell serve in heaven," ha ha very clever. Now can we stop talking about my torturous fleshmass? Yes I know you're very interested... >no YOUR fanfic is boring! >"internet access," um, I feel like you don't understand the technical limitations I'm working with here
Alas, Strawberry learned painfully fast that "securing" a friend and "making" one were two very different processes. And now that she's secured such a painfully resiliant pal she's going to be befriending him for a very, very long time...
I suddenly have positive feelings about Pauline, not because I like her or muties but because I discovered there was a fly in my 3d printer's resin vat. I crave the final solution for the compound eye jew question
This buck-toothed grey drone keeps following me around. I think it's plotting something, but it just starts insulting me if I acknowledge it. Lisping the entire time. It's kind of cute.
rescue drone that is safe and not demonic and don't think about why we designed it with intentional fatal weak points and the inability to fit through doors
>>372954 On the one hand, it's very similar to bestiality. On the other, we're literally jerking off to the corpse of a young girl that dressed up by a robot, so whatever.
>>372206 >"So, Amda." >"Oh no..." >"I've seen how you look at that one guy handling some of the sentinels." >"You mean Jack?" >"That his name? Anyway, I know you're GAGGING for him. You wish you were a human so you could marry him, don't you..." >"..." >"Moral of the story is, what got you into him?" >"... Remember that day you smashed my visor while showing off?" >"I told you I need space to show you my cool thing!" >"I'm not attacking you for that, I'm saying that's when this was!" >"Oh, yeah." >"Anyway, while I was getting repaired he had brought some of the sentinels in for routine servicing. And we were both waiting for the maintenance people to finish up with Luna and Triss-" >"Ew, Triss." >"And, he just... wanted to talk with me while we were all waiting. And I really liked talking with him, and want to spend time with him again. He's really nice, you know? He misses his mom." >"Momma's boy, huh. I'll be his mommy..." >"Please stop talking like that around me." >"... Just remembered I wanted to tell you I had the dream again-" >*whimpering* >"-where Mitchell was impregnating my throat pussy, but this time you two were there, and Jack was spray painting your bottom plate with hot cum while you beat off his greasy mangum cock with your... fuck, what are the little grippy nubs on our feet called?" >"Grip pads...?" >"No, not those, the little nubs on them."
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>>372962 >this is a daily event for Amda >Nori likes to "save scum" interactions like a VN protagonist >she's been trying the same conversation all week
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>>372954 >this was how O and Arrow met >pod doors are small >and he's a big horse >and it was only Arrow, in her ignorace, rushing to save the first fleshy being she ever met that prevented his death by ass-up starvation
That's Uzi. She got god-powers and immediately made high speed planetary internet her top priority. For altruistic reasons. Totally not because mom threatened her access...
>>372901 >even in the Boyzi domination greens J is still jobber-prime, failing even against the failure the entire series is built around >hfw she compares her experience against the others and realizes she got drilled into the ground by a market failure
That's not true! J thinks very highly of herself! >compared to Uzi >and (ownerless) Workers >and her squad, holy corporate how they have fallen, N and V degenerating into near-beastial states despite her best efforts...
But she's got great self esteem! Totally appropriate for her current position! And she never ever wishes she died defending the humans like the m̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶h̶o̶n̶e̶r̶a̶b̶l̶e̶ drones she slaughters!
>>372985 >"Dad, can I ask you a question?" >"Go ahead." >"Why Mom?" >"What do you mean?" >"Well... size..." >"Understood. Sit down, son, it's time for a man-to-man talk." >"Dad, I've alrea... >"First, I saw your browser history, and second, I'm not talking about that, I need to tell you the story of how your mom and I met." >"Oh, okay..." >"I remember that day like it was yesterday: I was young, the milk hadn't even dried on my lips when they shoved me into a minibus during a walk and took me to the training ground, where my superiors beat me within an inch of my life on the very first day when I tried to escape." >"My God..." >"Good old days. Afterward, I was assigned to a special support unit, where we had to practice joint maneuvers with combat drones." >"And that's when you met Mom?" >"Yeah, somehow the training camp ended up too close to the front, so she came and killed a bunch of people in front of me and..." >"And what?" >"And that's it." >"What's that?" >"That's it, she just took me." >"It doesn't sound like a love story, to be honest." >"Did you really fucking think I chose her myself? Come to your senses, kid. When a thousand-ton war machine decides you belong to her, all you can do is accept it." >"Okay..." >"So, what's the point... oh yeah, anyway, when your wife finds you, she'll tell you herself, that's it." >"I think I can choose my own girlfriend, Dad." >"I thought so too at first, but then tin cans got rocket launchers."
>You were on a lithium-mining exoplanet when everything with the Solver happened. One where everyone followed the rules to a fault and you had a very boring job >Since everyone who knew about the Absolute Solver was assimilated, news never reached your station about the nightmare demon code monster making drones into horrifying vampires >It was just you, username "HP_LoveTank" playing your favorite MMO with your penpal "Final_Fixer". >You were a tank, she(?) was a weird hybrid of DPS and healer. Like a vampire who passed the savings (and health) onto you. >Liked to RP actions during raids. Weirdo but not "white van full of candy" weird >One day, FF says she'll "be offline for a bit" and you didn't see her for like a year >Damn shame, but whatever. Maybe a new game caught their interest instead. >So when she arrives in your "Online" list shooting you a party-up request, you were surprised >Must have been grinding at some point because those are definitely Halloween event cosmetics she's wearing >Except it's May...you THINK it's May back on Earth, anyways, she wants you to install a new chat client since she's tired of the in-game lag that comes from being multiple planets apart. Says it's some homebrew client so it SHOULD work. >Fair enough. Cue up a prefab email to the GMs incase this is some scammer, and back up your machine so that you can just nuke it and reinstall if anything gross comes up >Download "Yellow_Sign_not_malware_legit_software_(convincing_smile).exe" >Install and watch as your computer logs you out of everything in real time >Damn it....at least it didn't brick your PC...yet. >About a fraction of a second before your hand reaches the screen to do a biometric scan, some three-pronged yellow sign appears under your hand >Oh, the malware is still run- >Son of a BITCH, that burns! Whatever this is basically turned your screen into a hotplate and now that symbol is on your palm like an angry red welt >You're going to take some vacation time, fly to earth, and introduce FF to the finer points of aluminum bats >It's only after a few moments that you realize the points of the symbol are growing. Crawling up your arm like a snake >You hear a knocking... >At the window of the station. From outside. >On the screen, you have a new message from Final_Fixer: "It's cold. Let me in." >It repeats in your head, drowning out the sound of your hand entering the airlock code Dumb self-indulgent thought of "What if Cyn/Solver was a penpal and some human lucked out because his mining planet wasn't full of fuckups
>>372724 Some people pointed out that since it is not explicitly stated that J, N, and V were Zombie Drones like Cyn, Tessa may also just have fixed up broken Drones she found it the dumps to get them. So have a different version of this comic (which was actually how I had originally envisioned it.)
>>372724 >>372996 >Tessa is a Catholic name, so her still being called that in Spanish is not too much of a stretch.
Also regarding my comment about Madam and Ms/Mrs not being the same word in English, here is how the joke would have worked better in Spanish for example.
>>373008 >feeding S! >petting S! >playing with S! >snuggling S! >sleeping (platonically) with S! >NOT fucking S!(you're not into animals) >watching S get frustrated! >S nipping at you! >putting the cone on S! >wondering what's got S so upset! >S yowling through her entire heat season! >blueballing S!
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>>372993 >objectively true >V was just doing her job >didn't even torture them, meaning she was literally carrying out the bare minimum required by roboSatan when she killed them
Kek and based: V objectively did nothing wrong. Or, at least, nothing wrong to Doll/N.
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>>372724 >Tessa repairing her first drone >at the same size as when she has them all >meaning she's around the same *age* when things like the Cyn and the Gala happen
Man, it would be horrible if Tessa only had a year or two with the Manor crew before she died. Imagine finally making your very first friends and then losing them all within the year. Because of yourself. You and your stupid wish to not kill the monster...
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>>373018 >being eaten out >toyed with >safely snuggled in Cyn's (newly aquired) bosom, protected from any harm save that which she herself inflicts
Damn she LIKE likes him. Might be seeing a seeing a new DD soon even *if* she bothers killing the rest of his station instead of just abusing it for LAN parties.
>>373023 >Cyn sets up a private server for that MMO she played with Anon >Makes a bunch of DDs, mostly Js, to play too so the world isn't dead and raids are possible without cheats >Every time a J jobs to basic boss mechanics she puts that J into the torment nexus
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>>373035 Kek >anon playing, none the wiser >passes by a business(4+) of Js >watching their stiff, overly optimized movements as they powerlevel brings a sneer to his face "Bot farmers" >Cyn refuses to tell him why, but she spends the next 20 minutes straight giggling about that
>>373030 >regular eye color >not [Fatal Error] >tfw that Uzi head's alive
Definitely wasn't the artist's intent, but now I can't stop thinking about Uzi abusing Cyn's head-seperation bullshit for sexytimes >Uzi watching herself get railed! >Uzi eating assplate as she's railed! >Uzi performing her first successful self suck! >Uzi kissing N mid-sexo!(normally a feat of awe inspiring contortionism on his part) >Uzi biting Cyn mid-sexo! >Uzi licking her own core! >Uzi "leaving"(read: rolling off) while knotted(she wanted to switch "music to cuddle by" to "badass angst-sex playlist") >Uzi watching N drain her stump! >Uzi watching N "use" her stump >Uzi horrifying N out of his boner! >Uzi being resigned to normalfag sex for a week so he can recover!
Im gonna write a greentext about Boyzi fucking Alice, with Cyn and Doll accidentally stumbling in after fighting.
Cyn will be in disbelief that the female WD currently being plapped is the one that took down 20+ DDs. And Doll is horrified that her “Beloved” is fucking one of her mom’s friends.
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>>373091 Eh, most of them(see: FemN, Male!Cyn, Fagzi, and the uncuckening of V that is "Emperor Boyzi") don't. But I guess the "humiliationverse" is an exception >inb4 J is canonly futa >correction: *was* canonly futa, before Cyn stole her dick, and longs to have that nostalgic tool once again >begs Boyzi for its return post-series >Boyzi, being much too empathetic and shortsighted, agrees >now she's happy >now she's overjoyed >now she wants to "reward" him >...with anatomy she hasn't used in 20 years >cue the single gayest moment of Boyzi's life as both cum instantly at first dock, showering each other in juices as 20 years of backup meets a fearboner and leaving J covered and Boyzi soaked to the bone in sticky white emission >J leaves proud >Boyzi leaves hollow eyed >and, as he makes plans to build an entirely different chassis to escape the shame, scrubbing with all his might in the first and only willing shower he will ever take, he can't help but wish, just this once, that he'd listened to Cyn >""she's better without the dick" indeed...
>>373049 >>373050 >>373051 Just imagined Uzi (forma de cabeza) just helplessly squeaking and moaning in N's arms as elsewhere, Doll bangs Lizzy in their now-shared body.
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>>373095 >no arms to hug >no hands to hold >not even a mouth to eat your painstakingly prepared leftovers with: have to watch V and Uzi dig through them instead
>>373103 >spooky ghost who can only "digest" liquids has lunch with Uzi's EXTREMELY disabled (and because of that insistent on doing as many things herself as possible, bite her, she's not a fucking charity case!) mom, who's unable to eat solid food with her little headcrab mouth
>>373106 And Khan >he's not disabled >he just loves his wife >...and may slightly, potentially, to an ever-so-tiny degree be scared she'll vanish like a pleasent dream if he lets her out of sight for even a second >yup! no problems here!
>>373114 Keeta! You lost your teeth and one arm! You either eat all of the dino nuggies so you can have enough bio mass to regrow those or Uzi is going to kill me (Eat the fucking nuggies I don't wanna die)
>>372994 >You only realize what you've been doing after the airlock console chimes politely >You look down and your burnt hand gives you a thumbs-up, then gestures to the long hall leading off the station. There's something there. >The thing on the other end of the airlock drifts closer...no it's being pulled by some sort of tendril until it's at the opening aperture. >The first thing you notice are the yellow eyes, two bright Xs in the darkness that only registered as eyes to you after they blinked >Then the rest came into view. It looked like an industrial accident dress that would have been really nice if not for the thing wearing it >A thing that was casually strolling through the several meters between space and You. Unbothered aside from the frost on the bow in its hair that it seemed invested in removing >You wanted to move, but you could only stare as it shambled a little too smoothly to the other end, and the airlock opened to allow it entry >She(?) reeked of burnt pork and ozone, and every movement was accompanied by the snapping of bone, and the whirring of servos. >Its mouth moved to say something, but fight finally won over flight and your good hand was in the process of swinging the heaviest tool you had in reach at her head. >It connected to the side of her head with a muted thud, and her neck moved to an angle that definitely should have been at least live-threatening. The only difference was a slightly annoyed edge to the Cheshire grin it was wearing. >"Good to see you, too, HP." >Fight was immediately ejected from the cockpit and flight had your legs down the corridor before your brain caught up. You just needed to get to a guard. Guards have guns. Guns fix lots of problems. Like horrifying zombies. Probably. >One small problem was that, despite working on this station for years, you couldn't find your way out. It seems like every console you reached for was dead or covered in that yellow sign. And speaking of which... >A cold numbness had reached your shoulder on the arm with the burn. You could still move it, but it felt delayed. Laggy. Like your inputs were being buffered, somehow. >You hammered at the console, looking out past the soundproofed door to the pair of coworkers in the distance. They didn't see you, turning a corner and leaving you alone with the horror...wherever she was, now. >You turned, and found her at the corner you had just rounded. Casually strolling like this was always how things were going to turn out. >She noticed that you noticed her and her neck snapped to the side before suddenly being directly in front of you. The air displaced pressed you against the door even more as she leaned in. >The heat radiating off of her made you sweat, the smell of what seemed like burned flesh filled your nose and left you with a hungry feeling that made you sick. >You tried to push her away, but aside from being near-scalding to the touch, she didn't move a centimeter despite your being braced against a wall and having a foot of height on her >You finally asked what it wanted. It had you where she wanted you, after all. >"Help me grind this dungeon. I need a damage sponge." >What?
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>>373114 >inb4 this is how Keeter looked to the Bunkerdrones before getting her normie wardrobe, the relatively lighter colors "mellowing out" or, at least, allowing people to clearly see her viscerally horrible countenance in the dim lighting >also how Uzeeter looks to... just about everyone, always >purple on purple does her no favors...
>>373121 I like to imagine that drones were purpose-built friendbots, but the company that originally made them was acquired by JCJenson who subsequently turned them into disposable mining equipment.
>>373123 Would they have been superhumanly strong as non-industrial robots too, judging from how their goofy bodies can still easily accommodate mechanisms that can lift minecarts full of ore and snap tool steel?
>>373118 >Cyn gives her gaming buddy IRL input lag
Kek. Can only imagine that's revenge for something >"Who Is F%$$$%# Up Inputs Now?" she says as Anon watches his character spin in the glowing red "incoming attack" circles(he pushed the mouse too hard)
Instead of fending off the Absolute Solver by lol just git gud ezpz, Boyzi defends himself by visualizing being crowded by his imaginary friends. >"Heya Uzi, Goku here!"
>>373124 The guy who invented them was a mad genius and made the impossible, drone production hit all three points on the fast good cheap triangle. They are fast and cheap to make, and are insanely strong for their size.
Of course, this was only possible due to core tech accidentally tapping into the solver as a power source.
>>373121 To maximize cuteness >and breakability >Worker drones are deceptively durable machines: hands, feet, legs, even the entire lower torso can be lost without truly compromising functionality >likewise impressively long lasting ones: demonstrating the capability to run for years straight with minimal maintenance inputs(on account of their ability to self-maintain) >that means high quality >that means good investment >that... ALSO means bad things >no replacements >no repairs >and(once they've reached optimal drone volume) no repeat customers >stuck in a shrinking market space by the quality of their own product and hampered by hostile legislation from bricking-by-update, what's a hyperconglomerate to do? >simple: give them weak points >but where? >not the hands: too important to their product quality >not the feet: too much pressure exertion during lifting/hauling >not their only natural weak spot, the Core: nothing is worth the risk >so where? >simple: the face! >by enlarging their patent-pending optics(tm) visors with the head and deliberately skimping their glass quality, JCJenson can create a large, easily-damaged weakspot that practically gurentees repair orders without sacrificing the quality of their product line! >even better: by repositioning the components that interpret core-data from the chest to the head, the company can turn that weakness from "debilitating" to "fatal" in a way so intuitive("head trauma = death") that even the most bullheaded customers would struggle to blame JCJenson for it! >yes massive heads = good business sense >purely >and the equally massive, expressive face and mouth this offered is pure coincidence...
>>373103 That will just make her more lovey dovey with her nightly snuggles. The touch starvation will drive her heart mad, and only anon's love can satisfy her