If the machine of total war mounts you, anon, the first thing you must do is not panic. You can't stop what's coming, and panicking will only waste your limited energy.
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: >>377799
I tried planting a garden on my roof and when I go to check on it there's some fucking daily dose-haired beanie-wearing worker drone rooting around head-first, eating all the seeds I planted. What the fuck?
>>378771 >tfw no bratty J too big to enter the house without destroying everything >she will never pin your down with one of her boots, grinding it against your crotch as she smugly denigrates you for not being a CEO
>>378782 >Bonnie conducts a desperate rearguard action to allow her platoon to escape >she crawls back to the FOB, nipples tender, breasts empty, and ass glowing red like the sun
>At midnight every night, Cyn crawls into bed with anon. >She either snuggles with him, watches him, or lightly molests him. >Anon can hear her move the blankets. Feel her weight on his chest. Feel her core lightly humming. And feels her breasts against him. She smells like blood, sweat, motor oil, and diesel.
>The moment anon opens his eyes to look at her, Cyn slithers one arm down his pants. >Her two hands can move independently. >Her 4-fingered drone hand cups his balls, her 5-fingere human hand is pressing 2 digits against anons' tight pucker. >Anon really does not wish to have his balls fondled, or to be fingered at 12am. >To Cyn however, this is a tender moment, not molestation.
[Happy] [Enjoying tender moment] [Hello anon]
>Cyn has a really stupid grin on her face. >Probably not the best idea to tell Cyn that while she has her hands around your balls.
>former MD fanartist decides to delete everything, even her twitter account >I still have most if not all of her MD art in my PC I wish illustrators don't just outright delete everything. We should really add another purpose to our booru to save all MD fanart we encounter and not just preserve what's shared in the threads
>>378809 Man I feel an overwhelming urge to run up to this drone, hug her and tell her everything is going to be alright And that I will mount a stock flat bottomplate back on her
>>378800 There is a specific tag for these type of situations, "lost_art". In these cases is hard for the artist themselves to give a dmca. You're free to upload and tag them to its accord
>>378854 Murder drone tummy is superior. Especially after she's eaten your annoying neighbor and you knead and massage her bulbous belly until she's turned them into extra mass on her bottomplate.
>be tessa's cousin anon >get stalked and sexually harassed by an overly sexually aggressive cripple drone >fuck off to the space boonies to get away from it and your psychotic family >get blackbagged into working on some corporate blacksite experimenting on drones >get sexually harassed by a purple weeaboo drone >weeb drone gets possessed by apparently robosatan >it fucking recognizes you
>Wake up >200 posts out of NOWHERE >"Huh, Did Dust get into a fight with our leaders Itanon and Fiend?" >scroll up >just a bunch of phoneposts from a minor If this art is so lost, I'm sure the first thing people won't want to see is the quality being from some chink made phone.
>>378916 If you want to achieve perfect art preservation, a phone isn’t the way thanks to how it compresses the images. Perhaps next time doomscroll on your computer.
>>378919 I don't phonepost or doomscroll, doesn't obligate me to hate phoneposters like you, and doesn't change what I said quit projecting your make-believe onto me
>>378854 Worker drone infected with AbsoluteSolver tumby. All the squishy wet gurgling organs of a disassembly drone tumby, but with DDs there's a near-guarantee that the reverse cyborg vampire whose genetically human eldritch meat-filled tumby that is is a mindbroken husk who is liable to murder you purely to briefly regain a sense that they're still in control of their own life.
Ahem... >Dubs laying on your lap >Giving Dubs belly rubs >Kissing Dubs >Running your hand on Dubs' bottom chassis >Gently stroking Dubs' tail >Watching Dubs squirm under your touch >Clanging Dubs into a bootloop Doing this to Fem!Dubs and Dubs at the same time for maximum clangs/second
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>>378958 >suicidally blackpilled binge drinking yuppie >mindbroken BPDemon rape victim who stress eats and is as likely as not to murder you unprovoked Which 4'10" robo-vampire do you sleep (literally just sleep and cuddle with, she doesn't have anything to stick your dick in but a mouth full of fangs) with for the night? Choose and perish!
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The Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR, and the Council of Ministers of the USSR announce with deep sorrow that on August 26, 2026, at the age of 80, after a long and serious illness, General Secretary of the CPSU Central Committee, Chairman of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR, an outstanding political and statesman, and a loyal son of the Leninin's party, Comrade Anatoly Cherdenko passed away.
The passing of Comrade Cherdenko is a profound loss for the entire Soviet people, for the entire working class, and for all progressive humanity. His multifaceted life, filled with selfless service to the Motherland, became a shining example of boundless devotion to the ideals of communism and the cause of building a bright future.
Comrade Cherdenko began his career during the harsh post-war years of General Secretary Romanov's reign, and later linked his destiny with science and the defense industry. As a colonel in the engineering and technical service, he joined the Special Technical Committee of the USSR Ministry of Heavy Machinery, where he distinguished himself as a talented organizer and profound specialist. It was during these years that he made an invaluable contribution to the establishment and development of the Soviet Union's nuclear industry, personally participating in defining key engineering solutions for advanced Soviet high-power industrial reactors and ensuring the technological superiority of our country. His engineering acumen, integrity, and strategic thinking were highly valued by the country's leadership. Leaving his comrade Grigory Zelinsky to lead Soviet science to new, cutting-edge achievements, Comrade Cherdenko accepted the new challenges posed by historical processes.
At the highest post, heading the Soviet state, Anatoly Cherdenko launched a vigorous effort to strengthen the economic might of the USSR and enhance the country's defense capability. He was one of the first to recognize the need to explore near space for strategic purposes. Under his personal leadership, ambitious programs were developed to establish permanent Soviet scientific and military bases on Earth's natural satellite, the Moon. Comrade Cherdenko repeatedly emphasized that the future of humanity was inextricably linked to access to outer space, and Soviet science made giant strides in this direction, significantly outpacing the capitalists.
In order to consolidate all the country's forces in the face of a growing external threat, Comrade Cherdenko appointed his old comrade, General Nikolai Kryukov, to the post of Commander-in-Chief of the USSR Armed Forces. This personnel choice, dictated by the highest trust and comradely loyalty, fully justified itself in the following years.
Comrade Cherdenko's leadership coincided with the most severe military trials that befell our country. A brutal war broke out in Europe against the aggressive forces of the capitalist bloc NATO, which sought to reverse the historical gains of socialism at any cost. Simultaneously, Japanese militarists, with the support of their imperialist allies, perfidiously attacked from the east without declaring war, initiating a war in the Far East.
However, thanks to the outstanding leadership and steely will of Commander-in-Chief General Kryukov, the tireless combat efforts of General Moskvin of the Special Forces, General Vodnik of the Tank Forces, and General Zhanna Agonskaya of the Air Force, and the wise strategic leadership of Comrade Cherdenko, all the enemy's dastardly and insidious attacks were not only repelled but also routed. Soviet troops demonstrated miracles of heroism, and home front workers demonstrated unprecedented fortitude. During counteroffensive operations, the enemy was repelled, and justice prevailed. With sorrow, the Soviet people recall that in the final stages of the European campaign, taking the brunt of the blow at the decisive point of the battle, Marshal of the Soviet Union Nikolai Kryukov heroically died at his post, forever etched in the history of the liberation struggle. Comrade Cherdenko grieved at the loss of his comrade-in-arms, but, displaying Bolshevik fortitude, he brought the war to a victorious conclusion.
In the final years of his life, Anatoly Cherdenko suffered a severe stroke, the consequences of which led to serious health problems. But until his very last hour, he retained a clear mind, a firm memory, and an inexhaustible will to live. Despite this state, Comrade Cherdenko continued to participate in the leadership of the country, leaving behind numerous interviews and conversations that have become part of the Soviet cultural and historical heritage. His wise thoughts on the development of socialism, on man and space, on peace and war, will serve as a reference for future generations for many years to come.
The entire country, the entire Soviet people, mourn this irreparable loss. The bright memory of Comrade Anatoly Cherdenko, a loyal son of the Communist Party, an outstanding statesman, a talented strategist, and a courageous man, will forever remain in our hearts.
>>378995 he was Pennywise, Dr. Frank-N-Furter, the Lord of Darkness, Long John Silver, Gomez Addams, the butler in Clue!, King Arthur, and even voiced Palpatine/Darth Sidious.
>>378990 I was thinking just a black and white drawing like the other requests from last thread. Guessing just a suit for Mac, something similar to but not exactly like the one his dad got for episode 3 (with sleeves rolled up for his giant DD forearms of course), and a dress for Jenna, maybe something similar to but not exactly like V's episode 3 dress, tube dress that doesn't cover her shoulders, stops a little short of her knees. Also, she has an elbow glove over her normal drone hand and normal drone arm.
>>379013 You're not wrong with that comment anon. Cause they're are moments where I hears someone else voice instead of my own and it varies on whats on my mind and currently its that text to speech voice that tamers12345 use for dandy in his videos as I currently type this out. Sooo yeah in short summary: anon aint wrong
>>378129 Here you go anon. I’ve never drawn fleshy looking drones so this took me way out of my confort zone. I took the liberty of not making phi’s eyes pink as they should be.
>>379039 NTA, but that's not how pouring one out goes. You don't pour it into a cup. You pour it on the ground. Google Image 'pouring one out'. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Libation#Modern_customs
>>379041 You don't think so? Y's hat is on wrong and phi's hair doesn't look right and Y's leg are too straight and the back of her uniform is too bland. It's an ok drawing but not really that good, and let's not talk about phi's grunt legs that don't really have a definitive shape to them.
>J's biggest secret is that she has a modding kink. >She'd spend hours on Tessa's computer, looking up worker chassis mods, trying not to get caught >It was so wrong, the idea of tainting the perfect JCJenson worker drone design with unlicensed aftermarket parts that didn't pay royalties to the company... but something about it was so thrilling >Now that she's a DD, she's technically modded, but it doesn't really count, does it? >And now all the chassis mods are incompatible with her, if she could even track any down in what's left of Copper-9's cities >Right now, she's sitting around, waiting for one of the stupid worker outpost's meetings that N coerced her into listening in on >She idly flips through an old weathered parts catalog >The meaty corecrab next to her glances at her with a single purple eye >"So... anything on your mind?" >"I want a technician to drag me into his workshop and void my warranty until the company doesn't even recognize me any more," J says, not even turning to look at her >"Real," Nori replies
>>379082 >Fun Fact: J's earliest "body mods" consisted of crude nipple-shaped pasties she taped over her chest lights. For better or worse, Tessa walking in on her posing with them in front of a mirror has become a core memory she'll never be able to live down
>>379044 Ye, the idea of "pouring one out" is you pour it to their grave so they get a drink after death. Even if you are not literally pouring it on their grave, the thought matters.
>>379083 >Nori drinks one (1) shotglass, thinking she'll be fine due to a severe misunderstanding of her full body phantom pain attacks and dismissing J's attempts to explain the mechanics of phantom pain as her thinking that she's a helpless invalid and that Khan's her endlessly self-sacrificing caregiver >her now-familiar overcompensating-for-being-severely-disabled spergout cuts out almost instantly >her tentacle-leg-things give out under her >drool starts trickling from her fluid ingestion hole >more for me, thinks J as Nori mumbles possible names for a Khan-Mitchell fusion >N makes his usual wellness check and finds a drunk, disembodied J trying to lift a still-passed out Nori into a self-inflicted hole in her own chest cavity, bawling about how Nori deserves a real body more than she does and cursing her "useless fucking headcrab claws"
/Murder Drones/ greatest board in the world All other boards are filled with men lusting after little girls /Murder Drones/ number one producer of OC's All other boards have inferior OC's
/Murder Drones/ home of clanging drones Every Anon has at least sixty drone concubines Drone bottomplate a marvel to behold 80% of population suffers from blood loss
/Murder Drones/,/Murder Drones/ you very drama free board From [null] fields of Uzi's domain to the northern fence of number drone town /Murder Drones/ friend of all expect /co/cuckistan They have very dumb jannies with children on their mind
/Murder Drones/ creativity best in the world We invented Bloodplay and Sentinel Drones /Murder Drones/ muties cleanest in the region Except of course Jane
Murder Drones/,/Murder Drones/ you very drama free board From [null] fields of Uzi's domain to the northern fence of number drone town Come get molested by drones From the top to the bottom of the catalogue!
>>372994 >>373118 >>376036 >>376987 >"Welcome back." >It had become concerning how unconcerned you were with the sight of her. Flesh very much in the range of "not okay", machine parts sticking out. The very obvious question of her origin being something she's actively discouraged you from asking about before. >And then there was you. You were "fine" unless you thought about it. Except for... You placed a hand over your chest for a bit, remember the absolutely alien feeling that pulsed from within when Fixer held her hand over whatever you assumed was still implanted in there >The "Secret" that was still "settling in". The thing that was almost without a doubt the source of your odd dreams over the last couple of days. You wanted to ask, but every time the thought arose, you felt your survival instinct flare up more than it was usually around her. >Instead of letting any of that rise to the surface, you simply dropped yourself into your easy chair and logged in. You knew what Fixer was waiting for, after all. Her favorite tank, her meat shield, HP_LoveTank >You spared a glance back to her. Those busy fingers of hers were steadily mashing away at the keys, while her avatar reduced the trash mobs in front of her to loot and numbers >Sometimes you wondered what she even needed you for, but then you watched as she got ganged up on and her health started to actually go negative for a bit >It recovered fast enough, but not before she retreated and came at them from a different angle. It seems she's not really specced for prolonged direct combat, preferring to flank things >How did she survive without having someone running interference before meeting you? >You asked fixer if she was ready for another raid, and rather than answer directly you saw your screen bombarded with invites and DMs full of roleplay actions dragging you into the instance >Right then >You let Fixer lead you into the portal, knowing full well that you had another night of grinding ahead with your shared enemy: RNG. Tonight's goal was simple, and you began to break down the numbers for the drop she was looking for, and how many runs that'd take on average >.... >You were getting used to these dreams now. Drifting in the black sea, the steady caress of the mass around you, and the flickering gold in the depths >You could still see the flickering gold light, now. Like your personal star in the sky that you wandered toward almost instinctively. >You felt like your progress was halting, albeit slowly. Like the muck had gotten even thicker than before, less a liquid and more a sort of mud that you had to force your way through with actual effort >Then you stopped, and all those little hands grasping at you found purchase, crawling across your limbs, getting closer and digging their digits into your flesh >You wanted to scream, but the moment your mouth opened even a sliver, your lungs were filled with that heavy mass >You saw two lights >"Welcome back." >You were staring at the ceiling. No...wait, you were staring at fixer's face hovering an inch above yours. That grin of hers stretched across her face like when you first saw her. You tried to jolt, but something weighed you down. >She was weighing you down. >You realized, then, that fixer had been sitting in your lap, your chair straining under your combined weight and your newfound struggles to get out from under her >You could hear her mad giggling, and felt something new in your che- >"Welcome back." >You jolted upright. Fixer was hunched over her laptop, and you were soaked with sweat. Your hand reached your chest before you even thought to check, and felt nothing but damp cloth and your own heartbeat. Your lungs were dragging in air as fast as you could force them, and it wasn't until several moments before you even found your voice to ask: was she on top of you? >"I was, working. Keeping you...safe." >You watched as her fingers worked across the keys, and the latest group of enemies were reduced to a fine paste. From her back came two of her tendrils, delicately working around your apparently prone form to tap at your keyboard >She was triggering your taunt, which had been assigned to the hotkey you kept potions on at some point >...how long were you out? >"Not long." she said, "just seven, hours. >That was DEFINITELY a while! You don't remember even blacking out. Cynt- >"Fixer." >...fixer. This was...you needed to...work. Can she get you and her out of the dungeon while you clean up? >She nodded, with her avatar and yours giving the salute emote >You disappeared into the showers, putting a physical barrier between you and her. >You spent longer than needed washing up, feeling the relief of cleanliness washing away the night. The mark had gotten further along, now. Those little arrows reaching past your pectoral. >Still no pain, no numbness, and only a slight delay in response time. What the hell was this? >You were out and on your way to work before Fixer could do anything strange >The halls were back to normal. No hype from an unusual haul, no sudden emptyness. Just the usual buzz of the day-to-day. In a sense it was a relief. Whatever was going on back home, it was contained there. Out here, you were just a worker, same as anyone else. You punched in and made your way past the desks to your station. John, the guy you usually swapped greetings with, wasn't there yet. But you made a mental note to think of something cheesy to hit him with when he arrived. >Anything that maintained some sense of normality was very much welcome. >By the time lunch rolled around, John was still AWOL, but it wasn't that big of a deal. Wouldn't be the first time he flaked out on a shift, and got chewed out by the boss later, and wouldn't be the last. >You felt famished, though. Probably the stress of the last few days catching up to you as you shambled in to the lunch line and placed your order. The usual, but with a double helping of beef and a few extra sausages. In fact, just double the whole order. >You were people watching as you scarfed your food down. But about midway through you saw your boss rounding a corner and making a b-line straight for you. Oh no... >Her smiling was never a good sign... >"Hey, buddy. Aimes called in sick today. Came down with some sort of bug. Think you can move spots and handle her load this afternoon? You'll be compensated accordingly, I promise." >Sure... >"Thanks, champ. Hate to chain you down like this, but she sort of ran her sector." She got up and was halfway back out the door before tossing over her shoulder "Good luck~" >Fuck. >You hastily stopped enjoying your meal and made your way to your new spot for the afternoon. Aimes was a quiet one, but she was scary when she worked. You didn't really talk to her much, but knew the general gist of her work well enough to bullshit your way through and let the boss lady do the heavy lifting later under the premise of "making sure you didn't do anything wrong". >Seems SOMEONE was here, though, or was recently. The screen was still on and there was a window minimized. You didn't want to snoop, but you also didn't want to be responsible for work being lost because you didn't save one of her simulations' progress. So you opened it. >It was hard to make out, since the mass of things were either heavily distorted or outright missing, but it almost seemed like the west wing. You guess she was running some sort of airlock failure what-if, because from where you stood the section seemed fine. A bit cold, sure, but you think you'd notice if a chunk of the facility was missing >you saved the loop as a backup to your own station, just in case, and started work. >You realized, very quickly, that you weren't equipped for this and just barely left a legible-enough of a mess for your boss to sort out later. Or Aimes, when she got back. Good luck to either of them, you guess. >the walk back was quiet. Maybe just a little too quiet, as you rounded the last corner. You can't place it, but something was up with that sim besides it being half-corrupted and a bit grim. >But speaking of grim, you could see the eyes of Fixer from your room's door as you got near, and sighed
Danger of Downpour >Uzi >M1 - wing claw strikes deal 90% damage in a three hit combo >M2 - a tail strike that applies a 120% DOT effect to one target >Utility - jump into the air and glide to gain distance >R - railgun, shoot a beam that damages everything in its path for 600% damage, 90 second cooldown Victory message after killing Cyn >...and she was free to be bueno. Victory message after delving into solver space and killing the Solver >...and she became what she sought to destroy.
>>379115 Could you do one of her in her sweatshirt after she's let out of the nitwit farm? Dark gray, dense fabric, sleeves a little bit too long for her, baggy, kinda wrinkly? Think whatever the fuck Tom Waits' Renfield is supposed to be wearing, but as a sweatshirt.
>>379120 Fact: DD lasers and blades were initially put in development by JCJenson's president to find something that could trim his daughter's impenetrable Australian bush. Cyn merely repurposed them.
>>379120 Yeah, Tessa is more socially inept than Uzi. Tessa has no siblings, most likely has a private tutor (so no school friends), and avoids her family due to abuse. So she probably has very little reference. And considering the fact that she digs up her dead family members for wigs, I’d say that swimming naked was the least weird thing she has done.
>>379121 Shit, J was supposed to be in the bikini tier. Not the thong + microbikini tier. Oops.
>>379122 >Cynwalker looking down at the nemian lions mane between her legs >Time to finally put an end to this >Summons a [Null] and tosses it bushward >It gets lost in the jungle >During the fight with Uzi, we see up Cyns skirt when she's doing that one-legged pose. The reason we saw nothing is because Tessa's muff absorbs light
>>379124 No, hes got a point. If you look at the zombie drone tape you see the disassembly machine is definitely where the DDs got their toolkit and visual aesthetic from
>>379023 Curse you anon for using your damn wizard psy-op powers cause my ass couldn't stop thinking of a robotic twink version of astro and the most ideal twink body for him would be a dd unit and in turn ended up being part of the eye drawing so I can finally get rid of him from my thoughts
If you're wondering what type of voice that speaking in my mind atm as I type this its sprouts tts voice cause god damn it the twink curse gets us all
>>379123 >she digs up her dead family members for wigs Dead family members, or the inexplicable abundance of relatively fresh corpses in the ancestral swamp?
>>379123 >Tessa is more socially inept than Uzi. Uzi's got an atrocious personality. Put Tessa around a bunch of kids her age like Uzi is and she'd just come off like an Anon ("Y-you too."), not be a belligerent goblin freak like Uzi.
>>379127 >"I sure am glad I'm not gay," anon remarks >he leans to the side in his computer chair as his personal drone bro feeds him juicy pieces of fresh cantaloupe directly from his disassembler claws >"that'd be terrible," anon continues with a mouth full of fruit >juice runs down anon's chin, which his drone bro dutifully slurps up with his long, wet, hot disassembler tongue
>>379141 >Pavo expects Tehanon to "reward" him appropriately for the wonderful cake >He bought a reindeer sweater >There are still four months until New Year, damn it
>>379151 >the guy who was jeetposting You mean me? I just haven't had many opportunities to do that lately. I would never post about Pavo brapping even ironically, brapfags are fucking disgusting.
>>379150 those at least are made genuinely by anons with those fetishes i hate that crap myself, but at least they are honest with themselves and others this Pavo fart stuff is just for annoyance
>>379141 Pavo must channel his homosexual thoughts so that the resonance will destroy the homosexual thoughts from Cyn! Only then can humanity be saved!
>>379191 I could not find that exact one, you I just used the tierlist template that I had, then excluded the boys. Also, come to think of it, what do you think Alice would wear while swimming?
>>379206 Pre: high waisted two piece, because she's got reason to believe Nori would call her a dweeb if she wears a one piece Post: naked >>379207 Even pre-core collapse Alice the shy polite autistic cutie?
>>379209 Thats her new rotary plasma-saw. Its basically just a pizza cutter with a 11,000 degree blade. As you can see, she is very...enthusiastic to test it.
Beretta “small chance her father is actually V” Doorman Beretta “alright B, just don’t call me “mommy” in public, ok?” Doorman Beretta “loud, miniature sweeping-off-of-table tantrum after losing a game of Star Wars: Shatterpoint” Doorman
>>379207 Alice probably would go fully commando but only if Beau isn't around to accidentally catch a peep on her or anything like that, wouldn't want that now would we?
>>379234 Canon says that they run extremely hot at all times, not just the DDs. We ignore that, just like we ignore their stomachs having rough dodgeball texture.
>>379238 >Canon says that they run extremely hot at all times, not just the DDs. Where? And their tumbies being grippy doesn't necessarily mean they're rough. Wait... grippy... holy shit, their tumbies are indicating where you're suppposed to hold them for uppies! Khoren Bekian was a Goddamn visionary!
Does anyone know which thread the AnonXghost Doll green starts in? It's the one where at first he thinks he's being pranked when he's set at a table with a mangled corpse but then it starts moving whenever he isn't looking.
What if we watched new shorts together? On heyuri anons watch anime from time to time. I don't know any anonymous websites that allow people to watch youtube together though.
>>379262 >The first generation of Workers 'born' within Post Canon Outpost 3 fall squarely into one of two categories: Those that fear of being brutally murdered by the scary DDs, and those that fantasize about being brutally clanged by the scary-hot DDs >Bondie lands squarely into the latter camp, and despite sharing an almost sisterly bond with her bestie Beretta she's not ashamed to admit that Beretta's Dad has got it going on >Being addled by robo-hormones on more than a few sleepless nights, Blodie likes to imagine what it'd be line to be 'attacked' and subsequently claimed by N >Blondie's favorite to imagine (primarily because of how 'likely' it is to come true) involves coming over to Beratta's place for one of their usual hangouts-turned-sleepovers, only for N to crash it after succumbing to the frenzied lust of Murder Drone Mating Season (a totally real thing that Blondie has seen people talk about on the Copper-9 internet)
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>Blondie wakes up in the middle of the night to see N stalking into the room, drooling mouth wide in a wicked gin and eyes iconically crossed in a murderous glare >With Beretta completely crashed out after binging on Star Wars and "Solver Borger™", Blondie has no choice but to deal with N (now sporting a menacing erection poking through the flaps of his coat) all by herself >(Un)fortunately for Blondie, N heard the faint startled gasp she made upon noticing him and was upon her in seconds with his claws >N rakes his claws almost tauntingly across Blondie's bottomplate (and the female anatomy adapter conspicuously installed upon it), threatening to tear through underwear wet from arousal >Noticing how slick his fingers were already getting, N makes a show out of licking Blondie's delectable lubricant from each of his glistening blades before plunging face-first into the source for more >Blondie tries in vain to cover her mouth with both hands as N's own aggressively bites through thin fabric, quickly removing the only obstacle between her aching adapter and his large, frantic tongue >Blondie struggles in a losing battle to stifle her cries-turned-screams as N messily engorges himself on his virgin victim, orally voiding her adapter's warranty through his tongue's sheer size & strength >After taking his time to have his fill (and after having made her cum a couple times) N decides to cut the foreplay short and instead opts to brutally blitz Blondie, wrapping one arm around her neck whilst locking the other around her midsection so he can ferociously fuck the helpless Worker Drone like a giant onahole >N growls like a rabid dog as he heedlessly stretches & violates the tight adapter of his prey, while Blondie finally forgoes any effort to keep quiet as she becomes overwhelmed & overstimulated by the Disassembler dick spiraling her into a loop of virtually back-to-back orgasms >Eventually N's efforts reach a climactic crescendo as he thrusts and holds himself balls deep into the pinned Blondie, quickly filling her up well past capacity with his hot payload of Nanite Nut (thankfully neutralized by N's saliva still coating every inch of her pussy, just like the stories she's read online!) >Blondie is rendered a blubbering & borderline-bootlooped mess, N is left to stalk the Outpost with his Murder Drone kin in hunt for more 'victims', and Beretta continues to blissfully sleep as she dreams about training with Yoda in order to fulfill her destiny & beat Lego Darth Vader in dance battle
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>By virtue of Solver Shenanigans, Auntie Cyn is privy to these perverse fantasies Blondie secretly carries with her (likely thanks to all those slumber parties spent sleeping in the same room as Beretta) >Yet for whatever reason, be it out of benevolent mercy or malicious patience, Auntie Cyn chooses to keep Beretta in the dark regarding this bit of scandalous knowledge about her dear friend (Auntie Cyn still takes every opportunity she can to secretly fan the flames by 'tormenting' Blondie's dreams with lewd & intrusive ideas)
>Hey there Anon >I heard you got a job without telling me >Gonna be a drone technician? >Gonna be digging around in some whore's wires? >It would be such a shame if something were to happen to your paperwork >Clerical errors happen all the time >Our kids are hungry, go inside and give them their oil while i go to work >I love you Anon, you belong to me.
>>379299 You gonna say something about the stock portfolio that is 96% in the red? You're lucky I put your investment terminal in demo mode so you didn't burn all of our money
You all think joining the army as a technician is cool. You think the pay is big. You think you'll be fixing hot drone girls. You think you'll be having sex with them during breaks. And you don't think about becoming technician olso for male drones. Never repeat my mistake. Never.
>>379306 >surrender to the disassembly drones >get assigned to an entire platoon of hung boywife maids >they are literally tripping over themselves trying to satisfy your every need, accidentally(?) exposing their fat boybutts and balls to you, getting stuck halfway in the dryer, and having all sorts of lewd wardrobe malfuncitons on their ill-fitting maid outfits
>lolcow uzi going on a rant about how the change of drone-sonic's optics from #00D500 to #00D511 was a betrayal of everything the drone-sonic series was built on >the video was an hour long
>>379335 Jfc Yes anon, I remember that scene from Episode 2 where Uzi complains about "who programmed us to sweat", yadda yadda yadda. I was just morbidly curious because the filename made me think about wether or not female drones also are programmed to have menstrual cramps because that would be kinda funny to add in, also if the drone had Cyn as it's admin and she adds it in for the lolz.
>>379273 >try to hide under Doll's robe to not get caught by the rest of the parish >it's fucking useless because her dress is transparent, so everyone can still see your head between her legs
>>379346 It is a pity for her that in a patriarchal family the man makes decisions, and the man needs a son who will inherit his property and family name.
>>379350 >23 Anon, there are 293 widely recognized writing systems in the world, there is at least 1 DD for every character in every one of those writing systems
>>379360 3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679821480865132823066470938446095505822317253594081284811174502841027019385211055596446229489549303819644288109756659334461284756482337... cm.
>SD-fault >floor model taken from a drone dealership and turned into a DD because Cyn thought it would be funny >insentient, no thoughts or personality beyond display mode >mindlessly advertises itself in an unflinchingly polite, cheery voice while its body does what DDs do >about as capable of communication as Siri or Alexa: gives canned responses and often mishears anyone speaking to it (final pleas through a mouthful of blood are hard to parse) >Cyn occasionally adds new phrases to its database for a laugh
>>379382 >instead of being a wet dream a girl's having, it's a nightmare Mac's having of being kidnapped and raped by one of the girls who keep trying to get him to eat rocks and talk about wanting to cut his tumby open and play with his organs
>>379280 >Be Colt >Trying your best to have at least one normal day >Especially since its breeding season >Get a text from Terros >Terros: You. Me. Talk. Now. My place. >Uh oh. This isn't good: she's pissed >You quickly forged yourself a full on ballistic gear to withstand no only high caliber rounds but also her damn quills >Cause turns out her quills and her robotic mutant arms can fling fast as shit and can crack ballistic glass if aim correctly >How you know this? >You caught her having a spiteful rage moment when she was extremely tired from having a fashion contest against Lizzy >Be it to say she lost and Lizzy said a bit of unsavoring things that struck a nerve. >Back to the present, you approached the door and open it. Anticipating a barrage of quills heading your way...but instead she was sitting: aggressively tapping her foot in a hyper motion >Colt:"Heeeeeeeeey terros....I got your message....is something botheri-" >Terros:"Your dad and your aunt are fucking my siblings" >Colt:"Excuse me wha" >Like a literal flashbangs hitting you in the face, you were stunned >You didn't pay attention what she said cause your mind is still wrapping around of the idea of your dad fucking blondie and your aunt fucking Hilal >...Hilal >OH SWEET BABY ROBO JESUS THAT COLLAR SHE WEARS IS BASICALLY HER PET COLLAR! >Then you snapped back to reality >Terros:"Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna have a very important "talk" with them" >Colt:"Terros, no" >Terros:"I'M JUST GONNA TALK TO THEM WITH MYSPECIALLITTLEFRIENDTHATWONTENDTHEIRLIVESWITHASINGLEPRICKTRUSTMEIMNOTMADATALL!YOUMAD?NOPE!IMBEINGCOMPLETELYRATIONALHERE!" >Nope.Nope. A thousand timez nope >In summary you had a scuffle with Terros and wrapped them up so they wont cause any harm >You contacted both your dad and aunt and ask them a simple favor >They said no >And dear god the amount of slurs Terros spoke in whatever language her father speaks is enough to be label as number 1 racist cause good lord she mag dump every single slur known to man >They simply stared at you with dopey expressions >Facepalm.jpeg >You just wonder why your born in the most freaky family that there is in the damn bunker. >First was grandma and grandpa being freaky, especially when your aunt in her core form >Second is your parents being themselves. Especially at night: you wish you can block out the noises that they make when they have their "alone time". And completely forgetting your at home >And of course your siblings. By god both Beretta and Akita are the most freakiest cause by god the amount of smut fics you accidentally stumble across when entering their rooms wont ever leave your mind cause how well written they are >THE ONLY ONE THAT AREN'T LIKE THAT IS ARROW AND THE INSANE ONE IN THE DAMN STRAIGHT JACKET >You simply looked on in defeat >Colt:"why can't this family be normal" >you mumbled underneath your breath
>be Simon Dustwell >new hot girl, V, in the manor >power ranger team goes on a few missions with her >think I have a chance with her >run into Sparky during mission >V and Sparky already close act like they know each other, hug after the fight >news cameras capture this >little weird but okay it's not like they already had knot sex or something >Go home to check the online news to see what they're saying about the Power Rangers, we white humies need all the positive press we can get >Elliot gossip tabloids got a pic of me standing there staring while Sparky and V were hugging >Title making me look like a loser 3rd wheel >Check comments section >literally every comment supporting their radical dino Sparky, few comments that mention me say I can't even hope to compete >Keep reading and checking other places talking about this >Feel absolutely terrible after 2 hours of reading comments shitting on me in comparison to Sparky and general public shipping him and Worker girl >check article for who took photo >Femanon >Google him it's some little nerd >Fuck this chick she clearly did this on purpose to make me look like a cuck >Walk by J and V talking, they have a newspaper in front of them >”V did you see this Sparky article? I know you're a friends with the raptor, this picture of him is incredible” >Oh yeah, Femanon always takes the best pics of Sparky, she's Spider-man's go to photographer >You know her too? >V gushes about how great a guy this Femanon is >J laughing can't believe you're gunning after Sparky and his photographer >V blushing with nervous laughter >Only thing in my head after hearing this exchange is that I'm going to kill Femanon
>Rule63 AU >Butler V is a dorky, shy boy >He has feelings for FemN >FemN is nice to him because she is nice to everyone >The two drones bump into eachother and fall down >They apologize to eachother >A spark crackles as their hands touch >V wants to tell her that he loves her >His trembling lips part >His voice is barely a whisper, as if even it is afraid to come out >"FemN, I..." >"Move it, you stupid slut!" >FemN falls face-first on the carpet, propelled by Male J's foot >Male J is a douchebag who likes to mistreat everyone around him >As a result FemN gushes over him >V is angry and bitter over it but he is too afraid to fight J >Cyn observes, understands and plots >Then Cyn strikes >Following the gala, Cyn turns the manor drones into the first DDs >V is now strong >The next time J tries to hit FemN, V grabs him by the wrist >He has an outburst about how J keeps being mean to everyone and how he thinks he is so great >A fight ensues during which J beats the shit out of V so hard, his newfound regeneration comes in handy >Once the fight is over, FemN rushes to J and fusses over him, asking him if he is okay >V watches this through a broken visor from the ground >He stood up for her >Yet she gave her affection to J instead >All V managed was make J look even better >He closes his eyes and cries >Unbeknownst to him, Cyn made him the weakest among them on purpose so that he wouldn't be able to change the status quo of their trio >Cyn appoints J as their leader, citing his victory in the fight, so that V will feel that he messed up even more >Bitter, V discards his broken glasses and adopts the personality of a bastard instead, secretly hoping that one day FemN will be woo'd by his antics >All of a sudden, JCJenson receives important guests from another company. >Among those is private Samantha Dustwell, a dangerous, talented master of combat and firearms expert. >She's also bottom heavy to the max. >Smaller breasts, but ample hips with toned thighs and buttocks. >She enters the manor carrying her crew's entire luggage (as she does) >She accidentally stumbles into butler V. >She puts down the luggage to help him up and fondly apologize, but not before giving V a full, ample shot of her round, jiggly, thick ass, finely pronounced by her tight military pants. >She has a fairly gentle voice for what he thought was a tough supersoldier. >"Aye! I'm saww sorry. I'm such a klutz. C'mere" She says as she helps him up the floor . >Effortlessly so, her arms are .. strong. >She ruffles his hair gently. >V is totally lost in the moment, he's never seen such a precious figure before. >"Ah... could ye tell me where the guest rooms are...? Oyhm kynda lost inear' ..." >He shakes his head, snapping back into reality. >"y-yes, ma'am. T-they're down this hall, to the right..." >"Aw why, thank you, little one! ... name's Sammy, by the way! ... don't want ye to do any o' dat "Private" stuff... but "ma'am" is fine by me" She winks at him before leaving, her strong arms carrying several suitcases... >V's visor is totally covered in blush marks, was she... flirting with him?? >V wasn't the same ever since that day... >Almost as if he'd forgotten about someone... >He goes back to his usual chores... but he just can't shake off the image of... that figure...
>DD remembering her old self long enough to comfort (You) when she finds you sick in bed >You must have overworked yourself again, stumbled home, and passed out >She knows just what to do, since she'd done it dozens of times before >She's tall enough that she doesn't need the step ladder to reach the spice rack, now. And even if she wasn't, her wings would let her reach. >Bladed hands are useful for peeling vegetables, and even more so cutting them into small easy-to-chew pieces. She adds extra potatoes because you like them when you're ill. >That tail of hers is pretty nice for stirring while she fiddles with your favorite bowl. You must not have had time to do them before your body caught up to you. >It's a good thing she's still got her old drone hands...and that blood and oil are so easy to wash off. >She doesn't have a sense of smell, or taste, but trial and error lets her know that it's about time to combine all the ingredients >There! Your favorite stew. Just the way you like on days like this! >As she brings the bowl out of the kitchen, she moves your glasses out of the way. >It's probably better that you don't see her like this, after all. >The smell of something delicious drags you out of sleep, albeit groggily >She remembers her old cadence as she scolds you for pushing yourself too hard again, and guides the just-below-hot bowl to your hands >No, she hasn't seen your glasses, but she's sure they'll turn up somewhere. Just eat. >You find yourself talking about your day, and even though you thought you heard something outside, she tells you to just focus on your meal. You've got a work tomorrow, right? >Soon enough, your belly is full, and your head is settling into the pillow >The last thing you hear before sleep is a somber goodnight. >She hopes you don't judge her too much for what she has to do soon
>Lizzy leaving after a one night stand with V, leaving the previously aloof disassembler far more hurt than she thought she would be. >She's a monster fucker, not a monster lover.
>>379423 >Then a odd looking worker drone clobbers her with a cudgel >You wake up not in your bed but in some medical facility >The air smells like medicine and your glasses are by your bed >The only one in the room >You try to get up, but you stumble >Gripping the bedframe for support you open the door >To your surprise and shock you find a strange blue eyed drone, instead of that yellow eyed one from your house >Her wig and outfit is much like your old drone’s >She holds you up >She tries to push your eyes away from her, but you oppose her >You take another quick glance at her before she picks you up and places you back on the bed. >”You got taller, I like the new look. But your old one was cute too” You say to her as you take your glasses off then try to rest >She won’t let you sleep just yet, she takes a bottle of pills from one of her pockets, then she gives you a glass of water >You rest well knowing that someone out there is caring for both of you.
>>379428 >Its not like she can date her >Then how will she get back with Doll? >Its not like there are many girls that would eat her up in the outpost >She should work up the courage to share some oil with that snake crab >No not yet, that for a rainy day.
>>379421 >talks about how male V gets hardcucked by Cyn when he’s a DD >hard cuts to human x WORKER drone romance Did you mean to write the first half as a sort of nightmare? If so, it wasn’t conveyed, at all. Get better.
I'm tired of interpersonal drama between faggots. Let's say that, for whatever reason, you (yes, (You)), had a drunk-but-listening Liam with you. He's willing to go back to Glitch to make exactly one(1) piece of extra content about the series. It can't be a direct sequel to Murder Drones that takes place after episode 8, because he said he wasn't feeling like it. What would you suggest?
>>379443 I kidnap Liam and force him to help me make the official murder drones roleplaying system >inb4 just use gurps It will be a gurps 3e conversion
>>379443 Montage of Uzi getting pinged by her mind palace's still-mentally functional inhabitants (Doll, Rebecca (Doll gave her proverbial keys), Emily (ditto), Braiden (Uzi's sentience stealing thing was actually a soul stealing thing, she made it that way completely on accident), Darren, Sam if we don't want him to be an unsolved mystery, the 3071 prom court, all the WDF people the AS ate in episode 2, possibly Cyn (Cyn-Cyn, not the AS wearing her body as a skinsuit-Cyn)), putting up with the humiliation of these people not only knowing she's a giant monster using her own corpse as a sockpuppet but seeing her being privately emotional vulnerable, and eventually coming around to them (or at least coming around to Doll and being willing to tolerate the others). Maybe end by asking them how they feel about hard light holograms...?
>>379443 >>379455 (me) And/or it ends with Uzi getting (interrupting that question if this is an and scenario) a call from from a number that's all 4s, Uzi takes the call... "Is this Uzi Doorman?" asks Tessa. Smash cut to credits. Instrumentals from the extended version of FOREVER start.
>tamers molly constantly tries to kill herself >nobody acknowledges this and every time she says anything about how depressed she is and wants to die everyone either laughs it off or ignores it
>>379440 No I'm so fucking lost because I recall the first part being someone else's green to which I replied to with the second half green. Is some admin pulling a prank on me I'm fucking serious
Ok guyts sorry I'M Just really tired after doign extra hours and im so tired fuckkk I want to shove my face into V's big fat lovely butt so bad >>379422 Male V posted dis
>>379477 >in fear and awe of shoegi's power, local oogis giver her tribute of berri and enn >but if they ever found out the truth that shoegi couldn't take a single step with her massive footwear >it'd be all over for shoegi
>Fun Nighttime Canon Fact: Drones like to intertwine their fingers with a humans' when they hold hands. Tend to linger on holding them when they do. Near-universal state of fascination when they feel how different humans' hands are from theirs (softer all over, thinner fingers, one more finger than their hands have, nails, fingerprints).
>Cyn removes your motor function and turns you into a ragdoll >Carries you around all day, treating you how a particularly shameless waifufag would treat a body pillow (the TERM is DAKIMAKURA)
>>379498 >Cyn turns you into a ragdoll I'm basically like her raggedy ann doll that she snuggles alongside with every night, hopefully I don't have full consciousnesses during this too...
>>379448 >the special >the special not made by Liam >the special that comically flanderizes her into uwu sad corpo woman instead of letting her be happy with murder until her boss turns out fake
We want *Liam* to make Murder Drones content. He'd never willingly give J focus though, so fair enough on said special being the best we could possibly hope for
>>379496 Nah, Keet starts growing about... 10ish years after canon if memory serves? Long after the whole cast graduated and got jobs at the very least, plus after both Lizzy made a kid(not like she's overwhelming unlikely to hit the "teen mom" category herself mind you) and Nuzi debated, prepared for, and actually had their first.
there IS a spawn that fits this description though...
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>>379484 She longs for this >unironically >its satisfying >and nostalgic >and, quite frankly, a lot easier than mixing up strawberry milkshakes for her "guest" >now how to convince him drone punting is worth a long term stay...
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>>379497 >this can go well >and this can go poorly >suprisingly enough this *mostly* dosen't result in broken hands: Worker Drones, being constructed with the ability to crush whatever they're holding with an errant flex, had an inbuilt sense of delicacy. Sensors picking up on the relative fragility of their partners the same way they would a held egg or wine bottle >as their base architecture is identical, so do Solverdrones >Disassemblers on the other hand...
>Things meant to look like garters on thighs >Things meant to look like wristbands >Softer material on the tummy >Psychotic >Often wearing an E-girl wig PYRO TF2 IS A MURDER DRONE!?
>>379443 Solver war. A short animated video showing how Solver taking over Earth and humanity desperately trying to resist. A techno-horror film, but it would have been even cooler if it had been shown as a cassette tape recording of some guy trying to survive amidst all this hell.
>>379443 I crave mote doll content. Just give me some more backstory for her and Yeva. Show us how she died. Show us how doll changed. It'd certainly help pad out things between episode 1 and 2
>>379557 >Episode 4 >Uzi going full Solver >V goes to hunt her down, as usual >But rather than seeing "Cyn in a new body" she sees herself >V immediately empathizes with Uzi, since she's going through it, too >V connects the dots and realizes that Doll and Uzi are just fucked in the head >Murder Drones becomes the pantless vampire teaching the two young drones how to manage their powers, hunger, and the horror of the true nature of things They also have sloppy makeout sessions because it's MY fantasy and it involves V and Doll aggressively scissoring while uzi gets finger-blasted.
>>379557 >>379561 >implying a mindbroken BPDemon like V would have any sympathy for Doll and Uzi instead of just dismissing them (it's not like they got raped, I had it worse, my pain is far greater than theirs) and/or projecting onto them out of self-hatred
>>379572 The one that's obsessed with netorare, often uses phrasing like cucky and talks about sitting in the chair. By the way, liking to watch makes you a willing cuck, so the correct tag for that is netorase, or nts.
>>379576 It's a socially acceptable* outlet for her urge to kill someone/thing utterly incapable of defending against her the way she was utterly incapable of defending against the vore demon who raped her.
>>379577 I can put up with rape, vore and dismemberment. Eating disorders are a Little Too Close on the asylum side of things, like self mutilation scars.
You're high if you think the implications of episodes 5(all Murder Drones have memory blockers), 6(J is visibly miserable working for Cyn), 8(J explicitly cites being tricked), and 1(J is visibly, deeply happy with her position, job, and bosses) are "J knew the whole time." All evidence WAS that she was in the same honestly-thinks-its-humans boat as N before the short came out. That they slapped her with the mighty dick of retcon after in no way changes those original implications.
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>her missing poster says Lainey Gilmore was last seen on April 1st, planning a long con prank on her friends and family Since she's been assimilated into someone or another's mind palace for a while now, (first Doll's for what can't have been more than a couple weeks, then the Absolute Solver itself's for about an hour tops, then Uzi's for the foreseeable future), think she's gotten enough of a grip on how the work that she's able to start pranking Uzi basically whenever she wants?
>>379621 Man, the Latin American VA industry is so fucked on a scale that it needs to be burnt to the ground. Even if the "Unions" exist, they don't do jack shit at all. Deep-stuck censorship and favoritism. (There are multiple cases where older VA's have been found with talking or getting innapropiate with younger VA's).
The actual pictures are worse. Poor Keiity, she's a wonderful woman and really loves her characters.
>"Comrades, we have a problem." >"Very soon we will have to report to the party commission on the fulfillment of the five-year milk production plan, and we haven't even fulfilled 60%." >"I don't think anyone wants to spend their next vacation in a very distant and cold place under the supervision of comrade lieutenant." >"So, any suggestions?" >"No one?" >"Predictable." >Luckily for us all, I am the chairman of our 1000th Anniversary of October collective farm, so I have a plan." >"For this, I need drones." >"Lots of drones." >"Almost everything we have." >"Maybe even more." >"And I will need you too, comrades." >"We will all have to work very hard."
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>Entry Log:N's very big and super cool entry logs! >Entry log 1 >[Alright so our boss, J, ask us to write down logs about what we have discovered or experienced. Thus in turn can give us feedback and or give her important info about things :D] >[So for this first entry it'll be the time we first came to the planet. It was January 13th when we first came here and not gonna lie I thought the planet would still be more intact and less cold. Which I don't mind the cold but its sorta sucks that good chunk of things are covered in ice] >[OH! And when first came here we meet a pretty cool, very tall, and big disassembly drone unit named I. Though we called him eyes for short since its easier to address him that way] >[I hope we get to be pretty good friends and hopefully meet the rest of his team. :)] >End of log 1 >Loading log 2 >[Alright. After the first two weeks being on this planet so far we learned alot of cool things. Like these very giant and massive robot pires filled with yummy oils and countless corpses for us to feast!] >[Though it does gives us energy, it tend to provide the bare minimum than the regular alive drones that can fuel us for at least 10 days minimum. Although anytime we tried to give a piece to eyes he always rejects it] >[Apparently this what humans describe as quote on quote "being vegan".Although V calls him retarded for choose that way of life but for J its sorta seems to irritate her alot. But if you ask me he's seem to be very happy with that life style and I support him and his actions] >[Though J and V find it weird, but we all have our own little quirks. Like V not believing in santa claus. Like come on V, everyone knows santa is real] >End of log 2 >Loading log 3 >[Today is april 29th. And during this time we been trying to get into a outpost that have very good fortification and our gear can really tear down it walls or even its front entrance] >[And anytime we're able to leave marks on it, they always ended up getting repaired. Sorta like that one fairy tale of the big bad wold who blew down the piggies houses] >[We put our head together trying to figure out a way to get in until eyes stopped by giving us gifts! I got a cool dinosaur but V ate off its head :(] >[And when we told him about the plan he told us that he knew someone on the inside! :0. And thus J came up with an brilliant idea to make peace with the drones inside] >[It was all fine and dandy until a purple hair girl started fighting us and boy let me tell ya getting blasted by a railgun feels weird. Especially at the head since it sorta made my vision very blurry] >[But after that scuffle we were able to make piece once again. Yipeee!] >End of log 3 >Loading log 4 >[Another two weeks have passed and so far eyes been a very good teammate on our team. Though he does suffer from a major memory problem :(. But we're gonna do our best to help him recover his memories so he can be more happy, especially when he talks to himself. He does that alot] >[Oh, before I forget we also have a doctor now! Shes very sweet. Her name is doctor Elijah, and turns out she worked on us before the whole humans got wiped out on this planet. Especially stating she worked a total of 300 different dd units!] >[If that ain't super I dont know what is. Although J did told us that if we ever find her out of the bunker at night during our patrols is to immediately notify her] >[Man, J is such a caring boss] >End of log 4 >Loading log 5 >[I became friends with the purple hair drone girl. Her name is uzi, like the gun. I thinks thats a pretty cool name :)] >End of log 5 >Loading log 6 >[J is doing some personal training with eyes. Although you ask me it sorta seems shes trainin him like a dog but J says its "special disassembly drone training" which thats pretty cool] >[I ask J if I can do that special training too. She said yes! :D] >End of log 6 >Retrieving Entry log 7 >Expunged data retrieved >[...This log I'll personally delete in order to keep the promise.] >[As of late J have been doing her best to help eyes with his memory. And V isn't really helping us out here. Saying that things are just best left alone] >[That's cruel. Sure V and be harsh at times, but in this instance she was cruel. Not in mocking sorta of way...sorta in the way of abandoning] >[And J didn't take it well and gave V a scolding] >[And J isn't really trusted on helping eyes with his memories. Elijah told me what transpired what happened between that incident. But task me on doing things a more healthier way, like asking him what is his happiest day, or any fond memories] >["What the best dream you ever had"] >[Thats the question I asked him] >[And his response, was a bit heart warming] >["There's this one dream I remembered. And I remember it well"] >["For everytime I have this dream I often times stare at my hands. The noises of cogs turning, machines moving, steam spewing and seeing IT...It felt so calming. Relaxing even"] >["And everytime I stare at my hands I see these rings? Tattoos? Perhaps markings? I not to sure. But everytime I see them, a part of me feels at peace. Hopeful. At times confident"] >["That no matter what happened"] >"No matter how things get" >???:Everything will be ok. Because I the president of the united states will liberate this world like the founding fathers! >???:[Couldn't say it any better myself Mr.President. Now shall we get lady liberty up and running?] >Mr.President:Couldn't say it better myself too little buddy >Mr.President:Now then. Lets go out there and party! >[And before I delete this log I had a talk with John. Asking him why eyes having memory problems] >["AI models need data to learn from. I simply used the archive data that Jcjenson had before and after the Acceleration Wars. Both available and classified info"] >[...I hope I am able to help eyes to have more happier dreams and fond memories.] >[Deleting log. This is SD-N signing off for now] >End of log 7 >Administrator Cyn archived Entry log 7 >Cyn:[Interesting. I wonder what type of data John use giggle]
>>379617 We haven't seen any indication at all that any character except for Solver Cyn can actually communicate with Uzi or anyone else. Theres no indication that any kind of "mind palace" exists inside a solverhost, they seem to be either conscious and aware or not present at all. The only time we see simulated world in another drones mind is in N and V's mixed up corrupted memory reconstruction of Eliot Manner. If they ARE alive in there somehow, they're either unconscious data stored but not actively running, or if they are awake they're in some way sectioned off from Uzi in a way that doesn't let them express themselves. It could be that Uzi herself is like a nesting doll where just bellow her is Cyn and just bellow Cyn is Doll (last one eaten before Cyn is herself eaten) and it might be that any personalities further down than that are not accessible. Dolls personality is notably completely quiet, all we see of her is that her red eye color is incorporated into Uzi's color gradient and her red HUD flickers in Uzi's when shes first reacting to eating the Solver singularity. Doll's ability to manifest may also only be because she's another host, normal consumed drones may not have any ability to influence the primary host at all while the primary host who has assimilated them can apparently do whatever they please, like deactivate their personalities, turn them feral or edit their memories at will, or directly puppet their bodies.
One of the frustrating aspects of the rules not really being fairly established and the show being too short for a real pattern to emerge.
In light of a Space King episode dropping today, fooni thought I'd had for a long while: disassembly drone squad of C(aptain) and his subordinates H(atemonger) and B(ryce)... and their prisoner Chester, a worker they abducted so they'd have someone other than each other to talk with (until such time as he becomes boring and they eat him, or at least that's the plan). Moral of the story is, C and H and B back when they were part of Tessa's personal staff/friend group at the Elliot estate.
>>379638 We can arguably add Tessa into this arrangement(sustained personal existence within Cyn's own, possibly tied to her body being living/semi-living/directly assimilated vs just consumed) as a confirmed instance of "person inside Cyn yet still sapient." But she is also both a unique existence(personal pet, nondrone) and arguably noncanon(music video), so still not exactly enough to confirm a pattern with.
Can't really blame Liam for not establishing the "rules" though: if we understood the Solver it wouldn't be half as interesting. And certainly nowhere near as intimidating after its defeat...
>>379658 Tessa seems to be connected to a spooky The Ring VHS now that Uzi is the new owner of the AS's soul connection. Managed to get out during the transfer between mind palaces.
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>>379662 You think his taste in literature would be the same? You think he and N would be in fags together or just buddies? You think his "broken" self would manifest itself the same way?
...You think Cyn would take him back when he tries in episode 8?
>>379665 >Cyn sees >Cyn likes >Cyn takes charge >Uzi's face as she listens to the sounds of the most horrific, animalistic sex she's ever heard for the next hour >and N's as he's forgotten in Cyn's tentacle, forced to watch the entire process...
>>379664 >You think his taste in literature would be the same? He reads yuri doujins on the library PC and gets yelled at by J for this >You think he and N would be in fags together or just buddies? Pre-theraped they're the broiest bro's to be bro's that makes Thad look like a bitch, post-theraped he treats N like shit like in canon >You think his "broken" self would manifest itself the same way? Probably a bit more rapey(verbally at least) and more drawn out with his kills, has the lowest but most brutal kill count >...You think Cyn would take him back when he tries in episode 8? she would give him false hope and then break him more than he already was
I don't know why I keep bothering with /co/ threads. Always something there. If it's not Tomoe or Pillar it's some pants shitting mongoloids who take everything short of praise as personal attacks on Liam their object of parasocial obsession.
Not a chance in hell: she's seen Nori's mangas, she's seen Nori's biology and, to be frank, she barely trusts organic parts not to bite her when her back is turned. She's not risking "whatever's down yer meat hole" till a doctor and two priests sign off that it has no teeth.
>fingering your butt(drone)
Sure if you ask, but she's gonna be bored to tears: stripping EVERY part is part of her survival strategy and digging through a backplate is no more sexual at this point than fixing a camera. Count yourself loved if she pays enough attention not to field strip you out of habit.
>fingering her butt
Out of the question: she worked her ass off getting that tail functional! And she *just* got her hips back where she wanted em! There's no way she'd let some smooth talkin, ass grabbin, no nothin surface slicker ("sorry honey but its true") muck about in her gearshift!
An anon with mechanical engineering skills near her level on the other hand...
there's no way he's letting J bitch him into the ground like she does canon N and, quite frankly, V isn't dangerous enough to take J head-on: 2nd lowest, so she bitches at N instead
>>379667 >Probably a bit more rapey(verbally at least) and more drawn out with his kills, has the lowest but most brutal kill count >Boy V starts trauma dumping on someone he's slowly disembowling
but didn't she literally try that with N? if we're changing "target of mild obsession" N->BoyV then it logically follows that she would treat him with around the same level of possessive psudo-affection, right?
if he honestly believes that possible than he's too retarded to deserve sympathy. there's only so long you can serve the MurderKillRape god as their favorite MurderKillRapist before you should have some understanding that it can always get worse
those are clearly one or two anons at the most and I'd suspect just one: nobody else uses "cucky" in any context, just on account of the stupidity of the word alone
because doing it *right* is a pain in the ass. in RL ones gender influences everything from behavior to bone density and, as far as the show demonstrates, the same goes here. much harder to extrapolate how changes in expectations, socialization, and even base instincts would alter a character than to just slap boobs/a dick on them and call it a day. doubly so when you're trying to make a quick joke on an imageboard and have to craft an entire narrative before anything but "SEX" will land. exponentially simpler to just take the path of least resistance
as for my thoughts on a more show accurate boyV...
>less stealthy >more direct >less graceful >overaggressive(to the point of serious character flaw) >less capable at social maneuvering: reveals (on accident) more than canon V when talking, fails to realize/hit Uzi's insecurities while threatening her, fails to find Tessa suspicious, only really success is in suspecting Lizzy at the start >more capable/willing to "just do things:" fight sentinels, show off, (try to) kill Uzi etc even when it would get him into trouble with N >still delicate at heart(i.e. still loses to N licking his sword) >still a shy bookworm at heart >used to look up to/rely on N >less protective of N: trusts him to "handle himself," trusts his judgement in general, genuinely surprised whenever N declines "the correct choice"(i.e. killing Uzi + the bunker) >more protective of N: trusts none of his judgement in friends and claims Uzi is "using" him. insistence kicks into overdrive for ep4(cause he's too much of a speg/trusting in N's judgement to not talk to him directly about Uzi's danger) >still scared of Cyn >still thinks her unbeatable >avoids N out of shame: prided himself on a self imposed "brains and brawn" dynamic with him at the manor. hates himself for not seeing Cyn coming. hates himself for being useless when she came. hates himself for being too dumb + weak to resist like N did. genuinely thinks N is fine/better off without him as a friend >retreats into strength/destruction + power over others as a way to cope the same way canon V retreats into grace/beauty + power over others(hence his overaggressiveness) >still kills a shitton of workers(feeling useful + coping mechanism) >mildly rapey(as per >>379667 anon) >still warms up to Uzi >still sacrifices self >still fights/tames sentinels >still (eventually) befriends Lizzy >still cruel and sarcastic(evil jock variant) >still loves N dearly(brotherly) >still desperate for validation/approval(falls for prom king plot) >still kills people to prove a point(but dwells on it longer: less casual, more preening about how "I just killed someone and nobody can stop me")
and those are all the differences I could think of. if anyone has better/other ideas feel free to post
>>379689 Male V is an asshole that’s predictable and easy to manipulate. He’s physically strong but can be dominated mentally. He’s still a nice guy after you get to know him, also kinda rapey. Femanon bait, he ticks so many boxes on the deranged female attraction list.