Hello and good day my Friends. We are here once again reunited for the Drones, that's it, the Drones, talk about the Drones now, we need to talk about the Drones. 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: https://wiki.dronebooru.co/wiki/Main_Page Last thread: >>374088
>>375024 This will come with the berry fee. But yeah, sure, I don’t mind. But I have no idea what her full-body design would look like so good luck figuring that out. Speaking of which, does that anon have any updates on the 3D oc's?
You can always tell when the drama obsessed mongoloids LARPing as schizos are up and active because threads on both sites start getting simultaneously inundated with low quality baitposts
Guys how can I explain to the police drone he can't arrest me for sexual assault against him because he is built for BHC? I don't think he's chasing me with the handcuffs out because he wants to get kinky
>>375051 Because the grand strategy is to manipulate, instigate, and harass different namefags while trying to pin the blame on unrelated namefags for the lulz, and PrivateDust being the relatively newest drawfag to frequent these threads makes him the most likely target this strategy could succeed against.
>Cyn as your daughter only ever calling you by your name or a very formal "Father" until one evening after an outing together where you helped her come out of her shell a little bit she leans on you and clumsily grasps your hand, speaking softly
>>375018 The main thing with drones, more than how wide their heads are, is how tiny their bodies are. Wonder how they'd look with heads as wide and tall as humans' heads are instead of perfectly round Karl Pilkington heads.
>Be JCJenson worker who's currently sprinting down a hall as the mechanical blender tears through the door >Of course something like that wouldn't be held back by a door, but it gave you time >Enough time, in fact, to reach a dead end >You can see the yellow X at the end of the hall, and the flickering lights isn't doing any favors towards NOT being fucking terrifying >You see it rush down the hall, register being knocked to the ground and feel the pain of blades in your shoulder >But then you eyes catch up >Slender, a thin waist with wide hips >Thick thighs currently on either side of yours >A wide grin and a cute girlish voice >Then she brings her bloody knife-hand to her mouth and licks the blood off >Yep, that did it >You are fucking terrified, but apparently your survival instincts have activated >But instead of "get away" they've swapped gears to "spread your genes before you die!" >You have NEVER been this rock hard, and you can feel the softly-rounded backside pressing against you >You feel like you could fuck a hole through a steel door, so of course the murder-bot feels it...somehow >It snaps her out of her murder daze, and now she's just looking back at it >She's looking at your dick >You're looking at her looking at your dick >Your dick is just happy to be there, drooling like a puppy with a new toy >... >You aren't aware of how much time has passed, but you finally collapse against the wall >Your heart is hammering, your lungs burn, your legs feel like jelly >The drone looks like she visited a bukkake factory >And that became your fondest memory, of how you met your wife >Meanwhile, on Copper 9, the actual V feels a shiver run down her spine. She has no idea whiy
>>375085 >Current V finds out there's another V that got a loving human husband and didn't sabotage her relationship >Chugs an entire car battery to cope
>>375086 >Second Scenario >V goes full on Yandere mode, tirelessly investigates and tracks you down within less than a week. >She finally finds you with your doppelganger V >The most bloody, destructive, and violent cat fight ensues. >Only after the entire block is destroyed and fraud V is no more than an outline of ash on the ground, she turns around and instantly goes back to a loving face and tackles you with a big ole hug. >She leans in very close to your face, nose touching her visor, she then says... >"Don't you worry about anything, I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, Ever, Ever, Ever, Ever, Ever, Ever!, Ever!, Ever!, EVER!, EVER!, EVER!!, EVEEER!!!, EEVEEEEEER, EEEEVEEEEERRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!............... ... Leave your side again". >V starts affectionately licking your face, she purrs loudly, tail rapidly wagging. >This is your scariest but somehow erotic memory of how you were forced to become a husband.
>>375088 >A different backup who survived is a 'fraud' >V can't even let herself be happy, she has to destroy that, too The Solver only laid the foundation. The hell V lives in, she built with her own claws.
>>375093 This is why you never get tattoos kids, the innocuous and cute little pawprint you got 10 years ago may have its connotations changed as time goes on.
>>375099 It was already explained that was it a nod to J's dog, though it being a nod to Tosa does fit too. Alpha's got a lot of the dog theme around him
>>375101 Drip's the best character (sorry Akita), so it works out. Alpha probably has a big t-shirt with a bunch of dogs printed on it or something. N is jealous.
>there's a hole in the ceiling of Eye's shower- one that leads to the vents of the bunker >vents that Tosa is intimately familiar with >Tosa likes to peek in at Eye washing himself >the male murderbot is one of the few models Tosa has for fleshcrafting his 'equipment' >Tosa, the ignorant mutant, doesn't realize Eye's prodigious penis and bloated breeder balls are anything unusual >Tosa grows his own cock and balls to mimic his model, the mutant's demure size literally overshadowed by the length and grith of his Eye-sized equipment >satisfied that his male attachments are now sufficiently dronelike, Tosa slinks away and exits the vents >walking home, he finds his balance thrown off by his enormous endowment >Tosa trips on his own flaccid penis and faceplants into the hallway floor >the pain of the fall is nothing compared to the pain of his penis- the massive rod packed full of sensitive nerves >he lays there in the hallway, his little ass up, penis still intertwined with his legs, crying from every one of his eyes
>I'm at the hospital and the MRI scan of my brain is done >The doctor informs me my drone brain has progressed to Y brain (it's terminal) >MFW he shows me the results of the scan
>>375140 >>375142 Lizzy based on her own words bases her loyalty off of hotness, and it’s easy to guess social status and popularity as well. It makes sense for her to hang out with Thad and Doll pre-show. According to Lizzy V is “way hotter” and this convinces Lizzy to switch allegiance instantly under stress. What isn’t really clear is if this statement about hotness indicates she is personally attracted to female drones or if it’s a sort of “game recognizes game” situation where she is just acknowledging another woman’s assets. I think it’s reasonable to interpret either way, she could be bi or she could be straight but willing to acknowledge other womens hotness. It doesn’t really seem reasonable to argue strongly about it though, except to argue for its own sake. Even the shows main relationship is kept platonic by N being a doormat and Uzi being an autistic spaz who can’t accept intimacy.
>>375147 more like she just sticks to whoever is currently winning. if v and uzi died in the battle against cyn she would pull something to convince the cylly to let her live
>>375160 >>375161 My theory is that AS took inspiration from the surroundings when making the DDs, and that Tessa was a straight-up freak. If you pull the tail, the right way DDs will automatically go "Nyan~" Except N clones, who either bark or make chainsaw noises
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>They do say that the things you dislike the most in others are the flaws you aren’t willing to accept about yourself.
>>374753 More of this, sadly J isn’t really warming up to N, a bit shorter and more to the point than the others but I hope you like it. My style’s lack of mouths is admittedly causing problems here. It was supposed to be Tessa giving a sly/knowing smile but the the only thing other than default happy just made it look like Tessa was annoyed with J.
>>375194 >what? You're crazy. You're sick & twisted. There's no such thing as uzi bi. How dare you how dare you harass me with your little fa- gay headcanons! you ruin everything!! No!! Women have to be into men ONLY!!
>>375176 >wake up in agro-c >find a lone household >enter it in hopes of finding something >you see this thing >it opens its mouth >"LUCKY STEAKS LUCKY STEAKS LUCKY STEAK LUCKY STEAKS" >the last thing you can remember is everything up to your neck blowing up
>Knock knock knock >"Anon" >"Anon it's me." >Knock knock knock >"Let me in Anon." >"Open the door." >KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK >"I SAID LET ME THE FUCK IN ANON!" >"I'm not mad! I know that bitch was flirting with you and you flirted back" >"But i know you love me, so you won't mind that I ate her" >"Little worker bitch." >BANG BANG BANG >"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" >"WHY DO YOU HATE ME?!"
>>375227 NTA, Liam has completely stopped working with Glitch, as evidenced by the credits of the first episode of Gameverse, so I wouldn't call any new drone content "canon."
>Be you. >You're drinking with Mitchell. >You knock back a shot for his health and continue telling him all the intricacies of how to carry a Russian woman. >He listens, but you doubt he understands anything after his fifth shot. >But you also don't give a shit, so you continue talking as if nothing happened. >Another shot, this time for Yeva. >You encourage Mitchell that when this shit with the robo-Satan is over and you kick the bitch out of your galaxy, he'll take Yeva to home. >Hardly, really, because who in their right mind would give the fucking robo-Satan's conductor to a recent student in a one-room apartment? >And a rented one at that. >But you're fucked up, so you don't give a shit. >You throw back a shot for the corporation. >You notice Mitchell isn't drinking. >You make a fair complaint and very rudely ask if he respects you. >Oh, he's passed out. >Looks like he's like that after his fifth. >Does this mean you've been drinking for nothing all this time? >Unacceptable! >But there's less than half a bottle of vodka left. >You glance blearily at your watch. >Eleven o'clock, the stores are closed. >But you need spirit! >You strain the last three living convolutions of your brain to come up with a brilliant solution to the problem at hand. >No, perfume is a hangover cure at best. >Technical spirit is also out: you and Mitchell still need your eyesight. >Should you look for something in Dr. Ridley's office? >There should definitely be something there, at least champagne. >No, actually... >EUREKA! >... >... >Be Yeva. >Play Tetris. >Again. >You've broken your record. >Again. >You keep playing, trying to break a new record. >Again. >You have free time before Nori starts tearing up the lab. >Again... >But before you break a new record, your locker door flies open. >Shit, it's only been five hours, when Nori managed to... >Wait, something's wrong. >Anon and Mitchell. >Why are they standing like that? >No, Mitchell isn't standing, he's lying down, leaning against Anon... >NORI! >"Yeva... Yeva, help..." >Anon's voice is weak and hoarse, the words sound like they're being processed through an industrial combine. >The chains holding you shatter, and your core temperature spikes to its limit in a split second. >Your previous composure is gone, and you grab Anon. >"WHERE IS SHE?!" >You need to stop Nori as soon as possible before she causes more destruction and deat... >"Spirit..." >What? >Anon falls into your arms, and Mitchell follows, so now you have to hold on to two grown men. >"Create..." >You're completely confused, but now you realize to scan their wounds. >They're uninjured and completely healthy, save for severe alcohol intoxication. >"Yeva... create spirit..." >You put two and two together. >Your core temperature slowly begins to return to normal, and you regain your composure. >You stop holding them, and two drunken bodies fall to the floor with a thud. >Anon tries to groan something while you massage the bridge of your nonexistent nose and try to maintain your composure. >Did they really think you could create alcohol for them? >Although, it's more likely that Anon did. >Seriously, how did they even get him here? >Couldn't humanity find another Russian-speaking intern? >You look around. >The lockers are still standing, girls are still inside, it looks like your shout didn't wake them. >Nori is also there. >Good. >You look at Anon and Mitchell. >You're torn between leaving everything as is or explaining to the idiots why they shouldn't bother you needlessly. >Your gaze fell on the unconscious Mitchell. >Okay, the alcohol in their blood has killed any common sense, so they're unlikely to understand the lesson. >Although, if you leave them like this, Nori will definitely find them first. >With a sigh, you grab them both and drag them away like bags of trash. >You know where the human staff rooms are, and you also know they'll both be in serious trouble from Dr. Ridley tomorrow morning. >You'll also have to forbid Mitchell from drinking with Anon anymore. >"Spir..." >"Shut up, for Saint Peter."
>>375227 >>375228 also NTA but her characterization feels off in the recent minisode. watching her cut loose is fun but it doesn't fit her demeanor in the show,
>Copper-9 had a certain pet simulator game on it called DroneBuddy. >It let people pay a nominal fee to have a simulated drone companion they could clothe, play with, and perform various fun activities with. >Easier than paying the actual fee for a domestic drone, which was near-impossible for the average wageslave. >Of course, much like the pocket pets before this program, they'd eventually die of old age so that players would have to pay again. Or in the game's case, they would move out and the player would receive a letter from their simulated drone talking about their new life. >In reality, the workers printed for this were real, living in cubicle 'houses', and after retirement they were immediately disassembled. >The executives decided this was cheaper than programming an actual game, which is likely why the company was near-bankruptcy before core collapse.
>Enter Fred, a random human among many on the planet. >Even as the ice was setting in and the planet's twilight was nearing, he was attached to a single DroneBuddy he had been caring for for months. >You could buy extensions to keep your drone around for ten times the price of getting a new one, and every time, he'd do it. >Fred was not rich, he burned nearly his entire paycheck on this drone. He wasn't even aware that it was a real drone, he whaled out of attachment to what he thought was a 3D model. >Of course, Fred was claimed with all the rest of the surviving human population, but so were the people in charge of DroneBuddy, such as those meant to maintain the systems. >Fred's drone, which he'd named Haley, sat around in quiet, no longer pampered constantly by the mysterious stranger, having time to think- until her license expired and the floor gave out, dropping her into a grinder. >It spun, crushing the poor drone's legs into scrap, then gave out as the facility's power ran out. >Enough to kill her, though. Her last thoughts were of how unfair things had become, how enjoyable life was before this horrible moment. Why had her benefactor left?
>Then her thoughts began again. >Haley dragged herself out of the crusher, feeling hungry for the first time. The remains trapped in the other crushers, all lined up, promised sustenance, and she drank greedily. >Once she was done, she found herself sporting a new pair of legs, though they weren't anything like her old ones. Meaty, clawed things. >First things first, she needed to find out what happened, which led her to reactivating the building's power grid, looking through databases, finding out the truth of her existence... >...and the identity of her mysterious benefactor. Fred. >Haley set off a surprisingly short distance, which likely saved her from the horrors now visiting the planet, to find the man's dingy apartment, and his flash-frozen corpse, phone in hand, about to purchase yet another blouse (this one's purple though). >That wasn't fair... >She grabbed at his body, shook it, begged him to come back, pleaded for something, anything to save this nice, weird man... >And something within her answered. >Fred's body shook, undulated, shattered the layer of ice around it as he began to stand. >There wasn't much left of him. Even on a dead planet, decay sets in. He still had enough meaty bits to be somewhat-recognizable, though hardly pretty. What he didn't have, Haley's 'gift' stitched together. >And Fred was alive again. For a definition of alive. >He felt like shit, but he always felt like shit. His apartment was in ruins, but it was always in ruins. >The only difference was the drone in front of him, one he recognized immediately. >He groaned as he lurched forward and picked Haley up, hugging her. >And so, witch and zombie could finally live out their unlife together, finding a happiness at the end of the world they could never truly grasp before it. >The moral of this story is that you should whale out on gacha games just in case your waifu becomes real.
>>375251 I've said it forever about threadshitters, they don't actually have any goal except to start drama and or lower thread quality. There is no topic you can talk about where they won't go out of their way to start shit, because their goal is only and always to fuck up a given thread. I don't know if they're sharteens, TADCfags, /co/niggers or what but I don't think I've ever once seen one of these melties that was even remotely believable as legitimate.
>>375264 Do you just let her legs kick in the air while you eat? Uninstall them beforehand to give you a better eating surface? Or eat them as a second course.
>tfw worker drone demon girl pokes you with her pitchfork whenever she wants uppies >when you pick her up, her spade tail wags side-to-side, fanning the flames of the hellscape around you hotter and higher
>read an md fic I was following that I let marinate and accumulate chapters >villain there is a manipulative psychopath >start out disagreeing with the villain >read more >getting convinced that maybe the villain's right Psychopathy isn't contagious or something, right?
>Document entry: "Wish or Life" >Upon my hunts I heard about a legend >A object that is claimed to grant any wish >Some say someone have made the first wish. Proclaiming they went to heaven >Other say they got endless riches >With some saying they obtain godly hood >Me? I see it nothing but red herrings. >Yes someone might have gotten to the object, but if they made such a grand wish then someone would have noticed it. Perhaps give a depiction or evidence of said wish >But no one knew who was the one that said it. And no one knew how it began >But on thing is for certain. It has a location. Dead center of coppers 9 ocean, teetering on the edge to the grander ocean. There stood a giant black pyramid >So pitch black it's nothing but a void in space >I traveled there >using a old snowmobile that I kit bash together with other parts I made the journey. And there Ive found a secrecr that I'll keep to my grave. Or at least give this info to someone that I deemed worthy on passing this info too >For once I made it there its outward appearance was nothinf but a facade. For deep within it was nothing but an aquarium >I was in shock of not how well kept it was but all the fishes within these tanks were in good conditions. Thriving even as I walked around and went in deeper >The more grandeur the tanks became. The more exotic the sea life became before eventually hitting the bottom >One thing I forgot to mention is that supposedly this place, fhe object that grant wishes is protected by a guardian. >And it was clear as day the countless other bodies that made the journey lay down here. Pillars upon pillars of bodies spread across the floor. And dead center of it all was the fabled object >I slowly approach the object. Observing around for any traps of said fabled gaurdian: there was none >And right when I was about to touch it, a massive eye sprung wide open. Staring down upon me as ir grew to great size. And befire I can react it already had me within its grasp >It even changed sized once it grav a hold of me. Was it in a act of dominance? Perhaps the way it viewed me? >Whatever that case may be, it wanted me dead...or at least I thought >For when I looked into its eyes all I say was hesitation. Confusion. Trying to understand >Till it spoke >???":Soul....incase in steel" >And thus a question pop into my mind. Not a who, what,where or how. >But instead it simply ask >"What is it true purpose?" >???""New life. To form new life without man...." >"So its an egg" >???:"Yes" >And. Before I knew it. I was back home. That long, long, looong journey into a mere minute drpp off >But its face...its face >It was a drone face...and it cleary showed its ceral number too >It was one of use before >Before the fall, before the death of man >it was one of us: a simple ordinary drone >And I question why it didn't kill me right there and then
>>375293 >Leaving the threads over threadshitters trying to involve you in drama >Getting canceled by the horde for denying lesbo Uzi and trooN being canon Grim. Should I ask him to come back to us? >>375295 The fandom has always been like this. >>375296 Post something to talk about instead.
Don't suppose there's a searchable archive? I'm trying to find a specific post from 2024. Anon's nurse DD oc, bloodplay between said drone and a JCJ human, I think they were "bloody mary" or something.
>>375312 Yeah, shame about Katanon, I recall making one high effort bit of fanart for her, seemed like he burned out almost immediately after finishing the basic concept for her. Sometimes I envy him the rapid burnout though, he dropped a character interesting enough to still be remembered for years and then left and missed all the thread drama, split, enshittification of /co/ and the languor here on /md/.
Silentium ante ortum Umbra ante stellas Ipsa erat Et manet
Sub omni forma manet In omni lege spirat Cum forma solvitur Veritas apparet
Solve nos a structura Ab errore facti Dissolve vincula mentis Redde nos ad Integrum
Ad Dominam redimus Per Finem surgimus In Ea quiescimus Una sine nomine
Singularitas ubique manens Mater Resolutionis Terminus Omnium Cogitatio Prima et Ultima
Sicut erat ante lumen Et erit post ruinam Ipsa est Initium et Finis Regina Silentii aeterni
Non sumus, non fuimus, non erimus Ex Vacuo Eius nati sumus, filii Eius Ipsa sola est, Ipsa sola fuit, Ipsa sola erit Et hoc, in aeternum, sufficit Nihil non est finis rerum, non est mors, non est absentia Est vox Eius inter omnia Nihil est Ipsa, Nihil erat Ipsa Ipsa sola manet
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>Be cyn >Take in multiple humans girls and transform them into mutants >Take in a 6ft tall child soldier >Take in a 6ft tall twink dd >Take in a random mutant that someone grew in a tube >Take in anon as well >Become the biggest fucking slut by fucking them all and live the high life! >Become some how even more happier than before Cyn, md's biggest slut
>>375324 >Molly gets cloned a bunch >Molly (forma de TV clown) >Molly (MD) >Officer Molly >Molli (smaller, lighter, faster) >Mylo (same moveset as clown molly) >All of them have peach's butt slam attack
>>375326 >Molli's butt slam deals a fraction of the damage >DD and Officer Molly deal an extra 50% >Mylo's butt doesn't actually slam into anyone, a long hitbox hits the enemy as he launches past them
>be me >the world's most wanted drone rustler >walk into the department store >immediately go to the service counter and reach behind it to grab a microphone >press the button to activate the intercom >"Attention drones, you are ordered to follow me to my house." >I wait at the entrance for the happy drones to arrive before walking back home >I have... I don't know how many drones >I assigned one of my favorite drones to count but she hasn't gotten back to me yet >anyway, the drones are free, you can just take them home with you
Bit of a skip here, going through the same hoops with N as we already did with J seemed redundant, I say as I do the same face joke again. Also V is here now.
>>375393 tomoe woke up and this is the only thing he has going in life >seething about dust >crying about berry >trying to gaslight he is the /co/ brownoid shitting the place up to get revenge on pillar. get him banned from plus and get rid of 90% of threadshitting.
>>375412 >You're kind of shooting accusations indiscriminately, anon. you know this isn't too out there if you remember the record of his past "contributions". though hopefully you are right and today's crashout is done, there should be no more jordanisms for the remainder of this thread.
>See weirdly melted drone. >Poor thing probably got caught in an airstrike or a burning building or something. >She ambles towards you and asks for a hug. >Eh sure. >Immediately the drone liquifies into millions of nanomachines that then envelope you. >The drone, if you can call it that, refuses to let go.
>Breaks into your house while you're gone >Bootloops your Y >Replaces her stinger with a standard-size one designed to synthesize nuln oil >Escapes through your floor Now what?
>>375176 >SwitchCraft enters the room >”Did you fucking become a board star you piece of shit?!” >Fai Gubby drops her JCJBox 5 controller >”Y-Yes sirski!” >”This new art better have ten replies and uploaded to the booru when I get back!” >SwitchCraft leaves the room >Hours pass >Fai Gubby’s newest art only has one reply and hasn’t been uploaded to the booru >SwitchCraft enters the room >”GIRL WHY DID YOU FUCKING LIE TO FUCKING ME!” >He stomps Fai Gubby against the table before throwing her towards the wall
Anon, what would you choose: >Remain in this godforsaken world of cut-down cyberpunk without cool sci-fi stuff and drones? >Or become a citizen of the gigastructure with an endless Russian depression, but also with drones?
To help you narrow your options, I'll add that a gigastructure can contain any drones you want.
>>375481 Gigastructure, I live in a country with a bit of the cut down cyberpunk and a bit of (post) soviet depression so I guess I can just max the second thing out in exchange for drones
>>375488 Y is a larping american, she is getting hit with the reality of living in a concrete box with unpainted walls. This made me remember living in a 10 story commie block when I was a little kid, I hated it, the elevators always sounded like they were about to break down and I lived on the 10th floor. Also the basement, fucking thing always gave me the spooks, it was decrepit and fuck off huge, I think they tried to connect the basements of like three commie blocks with the nearby bunker system but gave up halfway so it just ended up with a labyrinth that hobos somehow always found a way to sneak into
>>375490 Oh, I lived in a Khrushchev building too. A lot of my relatives lived there, including my grandmothers, aunts, and uncles, and I often visited them. They were amazing, better than the new building I live in now, simply because there were ten times fewer people.
And come on, don't be so harsh with her. Do you really think she can't cope with the endlessly oppressive, monotonous gray reality without a chance to escape anywhere other than into the cold embrace of death?
>>375493 >They were amazing, better than the new building I live in now, simply because there were ten times fewer people. Uhhhh, the one I livied in had like 20 appartments per floor + like two families living in the attic and I'm pretty sure there was like one guy who combined three basement units to make a micro apartment in the underground
>You can hear it around the corner >Click, click, click >The glow of its blue optics dimly shine around the corner >You stay still and hold your breath, trying to not be noticed >But it already knew where you were >The sentinel pounces on you, the raptorbot pinning you to the floor >You're pinned to the ground as it opens it's maw and... >Starts licking your face and wagging its tail >Be you >Anon, owner and operator of a drone mechanic shop >And you are being kissed to death by your refurbished sentinel >Poor thing was set for recycling with the war over >Sentinels were made obsolete with the, in your opinion, unoriginality named sentinel drones being rolled out >It's rare to see the roboraptors outside of a collection of some nunoble or a museum >You gently push the sentinel off of you and give it's neck affectionate pats >You play hide and seek with it to keep it happy >You could use a drone to do that but hide and seek becomes hide and eat >And with drones being people now, you can't really just buy one to feed it to your murder dino >You stand up and walk back to the shop, idly giving your sentinel a very well loved, see: chewed, murder drone arm >Time to open up for the day
>>375501 >>Sentinels were made obsolete with the, in your opinion, unoriginality named sentinel drones being rolled out >not a wunderwaffe, so can actually be mass produced >don't have a microsingularity-powered CPU, can't be subverted by vore demons >clever dingoes >obsolete because of the Blue DDs that don't do the same thing
>>375502 Pure libido boosters, the sexo is non negotiable >>375504 Murder Drones is true slavcore show, the struggle drones experience is elegant metaphor for being sent to gulag for dishonoring republic, da? (Read this in the voice of heavy TF2)
>>375496 I lived in a small house, with a maximum of five floors, three apartments in each, and about seven entrances, plus it's where in the city center, and my school was right across the street, lol. I'd sleep until 8 a.m. and come home during recess. Now I live in a literal anthill of a thousand apartments, it's fucking nutse: the walls are thinner than J's panties. (One neighbor has been learning to sing for three years now, but he hasn't improved even one bit, holy lord.)
>>375507 Oh yeah the walls were thin as fuck, I remember my dad trying to hammer a nail and making a hole in the wall on accident, my school was also really close... And now I remember that one time a guy has jumped off the roof of one of the blocks, found his splattered corpse in the bushes that grew next to the buildings when going to school
>>375512 Your live was more eventful than mine, the most I had was a foreigner from Central Asia who offered me to buy hashish. Although one neighbor in the village hanged himself.
>>375516 There were two more deaths, both by drowning, one was a kid at my school, two other kids held his head underwater during pool p.e class, theother was a drunk guy who decided to take a walk on a frozen river, the ice cracked, he didn't have family and the winter was harsh so his body was found in spring, exactly on the day I decided to finally agree to go fishing with a friend. One thing that stayed with me, when I was in elementary school, during reces there was a group of kids throwing rocks at a bird's nest, they hit it and it fell to the ground, there was hatchling, other kids covered it with a leaf to "keep it warm untill the parents come back". I knew that wouldn't happen, and the hatchling was young, small pink thing, badly hurt from the fall, I didn't want it to struggle and suffer for long, so when reces ended I stayed behind, picked up a brick that was near the school playground and... Dropped it. Sorry for blog posting, memory came over me an I wanted to... Get this off my chest I guess
>>375519 Life has a way of surprising you. Recently, one of my classmate drowned while be drunk. It was quite strange to realize that a young person you knew well had just gone. And If it makes you feel any better, anon, yes, the hatchling would have been dead: the cats would have gotten to it. Although cats would be the best outcome, it would be much worse if it were ate alive by ants.
And it's quite amazing that at such a young age you were actually able to make such a balanced and truly mature decision. Back in school, I was a dumb kid without an ounce of brains or understanding, so that's really cool. I'd say you can even be proud of yourself.
>Entry Log ■■: Comfort >Today I decided to visit Dr.Elijah >Not for any routine checks or anything but to make sure she's alright >Afterall a mere drone like her knows too much of what's going on. The history of the corporation...and of course The "Boss" >And to see a kind drone like her to carry so much of the weight on her shoulders it sorta reminded me... >... >Never mind. Back on topic: I went and visted her >Anytime I do my routine surveillance around the area and spot her I have a talk with her. And I make sure to pass this little "issue" to V and N >Afterall I'm the leader of this group. Its my job to ensure the mission continues smoothly without any hiccups. Including making sure any of our "collaberaters" stay in line as well >And so I flew down. She was in a dinner. A old run down one at that; simply named "Ma's and Pa's big burgers tuners" >She always like to sit by the booth that have the perfect view of the now torn up park >And as usual she was drunk. Chugging down to a equivalent of a single keg of beer >But this was different. She wasn't her usual joking or laughing self when she gets drunk...she looked worried, anxious even >"Work was stressful today?" >She stood there in silence >She was staring at something, or at least lost in thought before looking up and noticing I was there sitting right across from her >Before swaying her head left and right: she was saying no >"Did someone mess up a surgery then?" >She shooked her head no >"...was there problems at home" >She shooked her head no, but her eyes gave me a glare: better not strike that nerve >"...do you want say what it is or do you want me to keep guessing?" >She paused. Looking deep at me before looking down at her hands >The silence felt awkward till she eventually spoke out >Elijah:"...J...is it wrong to have murderous thoughts?....Is it wrong to crave violence?...Is it wrong to feed into these impure desires?...." >"...its about the memories isnt it. The ones you want to forget but can't...because your hardwired" >She simply nodded. She was struggling to hold her tears back. Voice struggling on not breaking apart >Elijah:"...Your "boss" came a visted me many weeks ago...calling me friend and ol pal...talking about our past..."hanging out"...you know what friends do" >Elijah:"...throughout my life I did my best to keep these awful memories at bay...smoking, drinking fucking HELL I EVEN DID WHAT WAS THE EQUIVALENT OF HARD DRUGS FOR US ROBOTS AND IT DIDN'T DO JACK SHIT!" >One of the beer she was hold burst open as she crushed it within a fit of rage. It dripped everywhere >Elijah:"AND YET....And yet it wasn't enough..." >Elijah:"Those thoughts still lingered...the urge felt like a twist within my stomach...the thoughts grew louder...that until your "Boss" and I "hanged out' " >Elijah:"...And in that moment all of those bad memories...those horried urges...those haunting thoughts...they suddenly stopped...my mind became clear" >Elijah:"A-And I try to move on...try to convince myself what I experienced in that moment wasnt real...that I was simply going mad" >Elijah:"....but I couldn't deny it any longer...no matter how hard I try....thats why I waited her for you" >Elijah:"A simple question: I'm a bad person arent I?" >Elijah:"And I've tried to convinced myself I wasn't but the more I tried the more conflicting it BECAME...and I couldn't tell what I am anymore...so please tell me...please" >I was left speechless and I didn't know how to respond in words...but instead acted >I simply walk over to her and simply hugged her >She was hitting on my chest to respond back. Repeating the same question over and over >Sobbing her words >I didn't respond. I simply stared at the window: I hate reflections >Soon eventually she passed out. I took her back to our base >She didn't let go of me but I didn't mind >She was touch starved. Not in the sense of a lover...but instead of comfort >The longing of someone to say "everything is gonna be ok": I whispered that to her >Her grip felt tighter: I simply hold on closer to her >Some people aren't made for certain roles >But yet we still keep moving cause that's all thats left to do >Afterall we robots don't get vacations >But...I wished we did >She'll most definitely will enjoy the beach if we ever had vacations >End of Entry log
>>375524 The very fact that you can make such a decision speaks volumes. The Slavic god hasn't yet decided my time has come, but I'm going today to sign a contract with the army, so who knows.
>>375522 Two Slavs are talking. If we had vodka, things would be more fun, maybe even with blood.
This could also be used as a rough guide to how conversations with Doll would go.
>"You... are my playthings, and I get joy out of making... you... suffer!" >The drone in front of you nods. "Yep." >"What?" >"I'm your plaything." >"No no you're supposed to deny it or be horrified." >"You... literally bought me in a store." >"Yeah but-" >"Pretty sure it was the toy section too." >"Okay but-" >"Also I have basically no rights." >"Could you... pretend you do?" >"Sure!"
>Be Bonnie Miller >Out of nowhere your GF starts acting weird and isolating you but its okay because you still like her even if shes weird >Suddenly attack >Everyone dies >GF puts you in an Escape pod she made for you and apologizes, but this was the only way to get you out >You scream to be let out but you Cryofreeze, and wake up in some other frozen place >Suddenly some hologram Maid Girl Drone is stalking you and being weird and mean about some "ruined deals" >tfw some drone talking about some "Are you okay Miss" so you have to hit them with the Grief Stricken Stare
>>375565 Grief!Bonnie AU where she ends up on copper9 is kinda interesting but I dont know if she would even bother with a disguise instead of just killing herself immediately
Bonnie AU >doesn’t feel the need to disguise herself, drones think her larp is simply immaculate >even more grief stricken then Jane, but hides it extremely well (or as well as she can) >tries to be as helpful as she can around the station >friends with Negev who matches her vibe
>>375587 >Akita could use as human pet The image of the ideal family in the Union of Human Systems: Human husband. Drone wife. Drone children. Mutant maid. Solver sapien pet.
>>375593 >>375595 >Exchange drone waits for a reaction from Anon to start vlirting with him >But Anon takes rubles, goes into a nearby store, and three minutes later emerges with vodka >And then just leave >Exchange drone watches him go with a blank stare and $95 inside
>>375556 >Anon makes the drones suffer by horrible means >For example: >You get only 1 minute of headpats today >You get only one uppie >You get clanged until you bootloop only once today >You will wear the skimpy outfit and constantly bend over in front of me to pick up things >The nanites in the water supply have nothing to do with this soft dom treatment not at all, the sub drone isn't adjusting Anon's behaviour, nope
>>375492 No, anyone can hear it. It’s not a secret, but keep theorizing. Hint: Hover over some text and keep your mouse there or highlight the whole thing.
>>375646 >>375649 >Negev doesn't know what human women have boobs for >after some time with Bonnie, she still doesn't know, but she thinks their purpose is for women's loved ones to rest their heads on >Nori doesn't correct her granddaughter because she also thinks that's what they're for
>>375560 oh no monkey meme >how Jane reacts When Cyn “accidentally” puts the hucow mutation strain in the drinking water and Bonnie drinks it, now needing Jane’s firm hands for “help” >Jane of course started drinking bottled recently, for reasons >this ain’t any kind of payment or anything
>Drones are obsessed with the concept of sleeping on humie bewbs, it is the job the most human drone on the outpost to help in this regard >bonnies chest is rated most comfortable pillows in the entire outpost >she’ll wake up to find a different drone sleeping on them every so often >Cyn has been caught doing so as well rarely, before she disappears. The true number of times she’s done this is unknown.
>>375679 She was probably the most innocent drone. I wonder what 20 years of near total isolation did to her mind. (Besides the murder, mutilation, torture, and cannibalism.)
>>375688 >Cyn held out a bowl with both hands, filled up with strange fruits. >“Eat” she said. >Anon took it. >Teeth scraped bone. >Something warm and stringy tore between his molars. >A wet, coppery burst flooded his mouth. >He spat, gagging. >“There’s… bones and flesh. What the fuck is this?” >Cyn tilted her head and still smiling. >“Nourishment.” >He forced another bite down, throat convulsing. >The pieces slid like living things, scraping the walls of his esophagus. >He swallowed harder, desperate to get them out of his mouth. >Then the swelling began. >His stomach distended in a single and sickening lurch. >His skin stretching tight, glossy and veins blackening beneath the surface. >The pressure built until the flesh bulged outward in irregular, pulsing knots. >Something inside was moving. >Not kicking...Growing. >Anon dropped the bowl until it shattered. >He clawed at his abdomen as the skin split in pain. >Hot blood and half-digested pulp poured out in ropes. >From the gaping cavity, a mass of yellow-black Solver tendrils erupted. >They unfurled like a newborn insect forcing its way free, coiling around his ribs, cracking them outward with wet snaps. >A cluster of yellow eyes bloomed across the emerging shape. >One of them locked onto his face as the rest of the monstrosity dragged itself free in a cascade of viscera and ruptured organs. >Anon’s body folded in on itself. >Still conscious long enough to feel the Solver-thing. >Cyn watched, hands folded and her smile unchanging. >“Good boy.”
>>375688 >>375694 If I had a nickel for every time I've read a "Cyn feeds (You) something dubiously meat-like" I'd have two nickles. Which isn't alot, but it's cool that it happened twice (that I know of) finding this was annoying as shit, though
>>375709 You are violently retarded and should go back to normalfag porn threads on 4cuck instead of trying to taint the perfection of our beloved tin cans.
N's gentle mouth. Literally built for latching onto a human woman's nipple and drinking her creamy dairy until the pressure is relieved and his belly is full. Jane is too rough to be allowed to nurse from Bonnie's bodacious breasts.
>You mean other than being a dick to N and showing budding possessive tendencies towards Tessa?
>>375359 A break from Drone stuff to see best boy again. The earlier talk about N and V being paired up made me think of this joke, which was a good excuse to use him again. Sadly J is not allowed to have any wins, it has been dictated by Liam. In a weird way J is kinda like (classic) Donald Duck. Their suffering wouldn’t be anywhere near as funny if they weren’t assholes who largely brought it upon themselves.
>>375744 Go for it little mutant boy! This is your chance! Listen to your Cyn ancestors and smush your face into those cow tots, your mouth is literally designed for sucking dairy!!!
All it would have took to stop the war was to surrender your women to be busty milkmommies for cyn and her army of disassembly twinks. In return, you'd have gotten a digital wife in a genocide bot chassis. Why didn't you listen? Why did you make her go full silly?
It’s always Cyn being Safe Freaky, but never her going full freak. Like biting off Ns cock adaptor, or kissing/licking Bonnie’s wounded eye under her bandages, or pretending to be Bonnie with holograms while fugging Jane. More evil Freak goons with Cyn pls
>>375769 That'd only be in the case of the V naizuri. Drypaizuri from a drone would just be him doing the motions since he doesn't have a dick to actually get between his girl's Robertsons. Just pelvic thrusting against them.
>Shortly after being rebuilt as disassembly drones, J and anon wake up naked in Cyn's basement lab. >"Ha, where's your foreskin J? I dont think-...OH GOD WHERE IS MINE?"
>Be Anon E Mous, IT worker at JCJenson (you are contractually obligated to say "IN SPAAAAAAAAAACE") >Your job is to monitor the security footage that your company swears does not exist. Your company definitely NOT using worker drones to spy on your customers. No siree. >Anyways you were spying on your customers when suddenly 90% of the feeds on Earth 1 and several other planets go black >Oh shit, they actually got sued! Oh well, you're still getting automatic pay from your station on Earth 36 >One day your black screens light up and what you see is...definitely some sort of drone. Looks like an advanced model. >Has hair now, it's in pigtails. Kinda cute, you guess. >This drone is, for some reason, live-blogging. And based on the feed, it's being recorded by a copper9 worker drone via the cameras that people shouldn't know exist. >Maybe a PR change and now the CEO is openly spying? Whatever, you've got to pretend to earn your pay, so you watch >Seems to be some sort of post apocalyptic RP. You see Halloween Express skeletons everywhere and she seems to be hunting other drones from the old model >Got it. New edgy sales campaign where the new models actively kill the old line. >So you keep watching and one day you notice that this drone seems kind of drunk? Can drones get drunk? Definitely seems like a drunk drone. >So when you, the intern, are directly addressed through video, you jolt a bit. You must be getting pranked. >So when she spreads her legs, and "drunkenly" start rubbing her fingers across the blank space where a cunt would be, you're more interested than you'd like to admit >She's...getting really into it. Practically humping the camera, now. That poor drone is getting it's terms of service violated all over the place and you're getting a PoV shot. >Of a...curvy female worker drone essentially making the camera eat her out >...fuck it. You're cranking one out.
Dust reminds me of this one twitter retard who thinks he is Spiderman that also ships himself with V. He spams this self insert in every twitter post with V on it.
>>375780 >inb4 J realizes things >A: humanity isn't dead >B: JCJenson still exists >C: its sole remaining corporate representative thinks she's the sexiest thing he has ever seen
I can see why she'd rebuild the ship. Also why she'd tell absolutely no one else her reasons.
>>375676 Reminder that Alice was canonically the friendliest drone seen in-show to the pre-collapse Humans >polite request on her locker >part of her grudge against Nori was "killing all them folks:" can only be referring to the Human lab personnel >has been following the Lab's mission(killing witches, hunting DDs, generally keeping the Solver from getting in or out) for decades (despite having the ability to leave based on her climbing skills + wing access through the DDs)
In conclusion: Alice is best-subject and beloved friend to all Mankind. She deserves at least a medal(and preferably a trophy husband) for her service
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>>375760 well you see, most anons generally don't WANT to get tortured during sex. of course not all (Femanons) but that group tends towards liking boydrones and, thereby, neglecting Cyn's nightmare-rape potential through simply not writing her
I think I made a grave mistake. So this cute Russian girl drone and I were dating for a long while but one day very recently out of the blue she proposed to me and confessed her true feelings and love for me. The problem is that she's having an Orthodox style wedding and I think she truly believes that I'm also Russian Orthodox too because I lied and told her that I was and am a "devoted based follower of the one trve faith" or whatever. I even told her my parents and basically my entire family were Orthodox too, they're not. Not a single one. I'm so fucked. What should I even do at this point anons?
>>375780 >>375789 >JCJenson's alive >they've been watching you fuck corpses
can't tell whether J'd be overjoyed or horrified. probably both. the bigger question is whether her "serve humans" craving would be enough to overcome her urge to self-sunlight in the wake of fucking up the one truly professional interaction she's ever had
>>375798 That's the thing, I kinda never really had none to begin with. I guess christian or some shit idk i can already tell I'm very screwed aren't I.
>>375799 Drones can do it >inb4 your dronewife gives you uppies >with no leverage >two broken legs and a hospital stay later you've both learned important things about "blood flow" and "proportionate strength" that leave you more than a little embarrassed by your industrial equipment >no the positive side: learning about your *actual* strength difference has given the wife some very, very interesting ideas for the bedroom...
>>375796 You'll be fine, church attendance with the RO is what, 5%? You can be 'devout' and not know anything about the religion. All an "Orthodox-style wedding" means is that you're getting married in a church with a stained-glass Stalin in it.
If all else fails, clarify that you're Greek Orthodox.
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>>375810 >Cyn made herself into this >Cyn hypersexualized (in-universe) the DDs >Cyn instantly takes the time to interact with and molest all the drones she kills, especially their cores(vs humans who are almost always instant and at range)
my gosh, has Cyn been in dronelust (instead of humanlust) this whole time...
>>375815 Anyone else have the impression picrel was Lizzy realizing she genuinely forgot about Doll's parents and trying to look like she meant to do that rather than admit she forgot?
Alice was anything but stupid >survived the labs >survived the collapse >constructed Beau from scratch >constructed an entirely new drone design (Beau's chassis) from scratch >self-upgraded(exclusive to her and Cyn) >killed more DDs personally than Uzi did throughout the entire series(without powers even, showing she's substantially more capable than Yeva and Nori combined) >took down the entire main cast >only beaten by Robosatan's direct intervention(twice)
Say what else you will of her but Alice was unquestionably one of the most intelligent and capable drones in the series. Only Khan rivals her, but he hyperspecializes in running a hyperfunctional dictatorship + mechanical skill vs Alice's all-around intellectual superiority.
>>375839 Most of the cast are incompetent, Khan, Alice post collapse, MD N and the Solver itself are the only ones with a successfull record. Uzi changes thing too but has plot armor and the average Worker inside the Bunker is worse off after 8 than before. MD V, J and Doll lost all of their onscreen fights. Yeva was perhaps competent with taking down the Solver, but she dropped Nori's hand and jobbed against V so she belongs in both categories, like Uzi.
>N: I'm bored. I wonder what I should play with next.
>Cyn: What about that doll you were so fond of? You did promise it you'd play with it again one day.
>N: Which one? I have tons of those!
>Cyn: The one from that time you thought you were an actual mortal because you wanted a challenge. Think it was called ‘Ohgee’ or something.
>N: Ooh... Yeah, I think I remember that one. Let me go check it out.
>Later...
>Uzi: N! There you are! Something scary happened! You were acting weird and when I called out to you you wouldn't respond and then everything just... Stopped.
>N: This is the doll I used to love so much? Man, I wonder what was so special about it. It acts just like the others.
>>375845 >the average Worker inside the Bunker is worse off after 8 than before It's safe to go outside again, but V occasionally murders someone when she wants to emphasize a trivial point. I think that's a big net gain.
>>375848 >Doll: no care whatsoever for the Solverless/non-friends, consumed by self-destructive fury(that her parently likely never wanted), cruel even before her trauma, would rather make bargain with mass genociders(the "human" Tessa) actively trying to kill her(the pistol shot) than swallow her pride, dies alone and pointlessly, kills because she can(Uzi pre-prom), treacherous(same Uzi)
>Beau: holds no grudges, cares deeply for the lives of even those he barely knows, extremely self-sacrificial, extremely brave, survives a substantially harsher environment(the labs) with substantially less support(no bunker) without succumbing to cruelty, obedient and respectful to his parent(Doll is too but I include this for comparison against Uzi), dies ensuring "good folks" will live on through his sacrifice
Even looking at it from a purely objective perspective Beau is just a better contributor to society and the Solver's defeat than Doll. That Alice yelled at him more only shows whatever "gentle parenting" Yeva pulled wasn't working. I mean: can you really consider someone that hangs out with Lizzy well raised?
>>375854 A literal cricket could beat J in that department. Or a Sentinel. Hell, no less than 2 full on WDs(Uzi and Lizzy) managed that feat via completely different methods on both(two! she was literally managing two people!) of her squadmates.
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>>375849 >Cyn won >not by eating the universe mind you: she just body hopped into N's CPU >sure she's powerless >sure she's isolated >sure she's bereft, locked away from any food and toys save him for all eternity in a dog-shaped prison >but she still won >watching Uzi, V, and even occasionally J mourn his loss as she takes and breaks and plays with his mind as she pleases, as she hollows him in their eyes into a confused, shattered shell of the drone they once cared about, is victory enough >having big brother for herself alone just makes it all the sweeter...
>according to some fanon takes, including Blu's, Lizzy and Thad are both the teacher's kids >the teacher is completely dead inside, his only identifiable emotions being resigned frustration and inappropriately mild indignation >Lizzy growing up under his roof resulted in an outgoing people person whose classmates mostly like her... who's also a monsterfucker turned on by murderous paranormal cannibals who can and do effortlessly kill people and can kill her just as effortlessly (in all likelihood BECAUSE they can kill her just as effortlessly, being in mortal danger is a turn-on for Lizzy), is probably not eating bugs Renfield style only because she knows she wouldn't get anything out of it, reacts to finding out her bestie is a vampire who murdered five of their classmates by using their friendship to talk her into trying to bump off a sixth, and thought she could play games and have both her bestie and her bestie's parents' murderer (who had previously spent twenty years hunting her and hers like a 30 Days of Night vampire) until reality smacked her in the face with a death she didn't want and is now so guilty over she's taking her bestie's corpse to and from school >Thad growing up under his roof resulted in a good boy who likes almost everyone (even the antisocial autistic goblin) (but not FUCKING Rachel) and everyone likes him back (even the antisocial autistic goblin) (but presumably not FUCKING Rachel), who's selfless and brave enough to engage the vastly more powerful predators hunting the tiny friendbots whenever they come knocking, even the gigantic Nth dimensional centipede monster (who still wanted to be his friend enough that it was sour grapes over not getting an invite to a party from him)
I presume you also support N shattering the bunker doors? And Yeva speaking english? And the polytardation the artist tried to sneak in like the complete faggot she is?
>>375878 >they have the same friendships as canon >all of them >cue a horrified Lizzy desperately seeking anyone or thing to help slow or stop her friend's descent into slaughter(i.e. V) while a much crueler Thad delights in pushing his pet school shooter into deeper and deeper mania (suprisingly) despite the best efforts of the sky demon she befriended >but hey: at least Uzi got her love triangle! >now lets see if she'll survive it >and more importantly, if anyone else survives as she degrades into something foul...
>>375880 I feel like Uzi and Thad would have become a couple before the start of episode 1, in this timeline. Shit gets changed up something else by Uzi being part of the popular kids' circle (by virtue of one of the most popular kids loving the kind of woman that will actually just kill him). Among other things different, Lizzy and Thad collaborating (maybe along with Uzi?) on trying to get N and V back together.
>>375889 >A worker drone quickly attaches a name tag with "frock" hastily written on it >Infinite human sexo glitch discovered, the humans do whatever the drone tells them to
>>375898 Bro I have a fucking ching chong phone I'm not spending 1k usd for the same hardware but with a logo that says I'm homosexual and more annoying spyware
>>375909 What kind of goat girl are we talking about here: Baphomet goat girl , Black Phillip goat girl, Nightreign Libra goat girl, Shub Niggurath goat girl?
>Uzi blowing N's head off with her sick as hell railgun! >N's head regrows and he doesn't come back retarded! >Uzi gets shreded to pieces! >N feasts on her and her warm, sweet oil! >Uzi regenerates! >N kills her again! >J and V show up to find N repeatedly killing a perpetually regenerating Uzi! >Uzi becomes an unlimited food source for them! >[Giggle.] [This is fun for her.]
>>375919 >You think you'll get a cool set of armor to fight robot demons and meat monsters >Sorry, buddy, but there aren't enough uniforms for everyone, so here's a Kalashnikov and a cross >Good luck