The evil greedy creature must be stopped 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: >>385359
>>386267 Who is Michael? Anyways no. I was planning on a Halloween green, had a rough concept of it and was hoping to do it last year but got too distracted. I was also hoping to draw by now, but sadly I still haven't gotten around to that either.
>>386292 Reposting >Agro hotel but it's fall. >Thad and Lizzy visit Agro-C. >Meet Strawberry. >Thad plays sports with her while Lizzy streams. >Lizzy decides Strawberry needs a makeover. >She does her makeup and takes photos for drone media. >Strawberry becomes popular. >Hotel gets flooded with guests. >Until Thad notices mushrooms growing all over the hotel. >Turns out Strawberry has mushroom sickness. >The entire hotel is already infected. >Worse fall season ever.
It is a pity that such a charming lady departed so early, but on the other hand, her end was certainly more pleasant than that of her husband: who might well not have died, to his own absolute misfortune.
>>372994 >>373118 >>376036 >>376987 >>379106 >>380118 >[You ventured through] the remains of [the west wing.] >Bod[coworkers milled through the halls] lifelessly [after a long day. You wonder if you] ever really talked to them before. >Come to think of it, you never did spend much time getting to now your coworkers much. >You look down to your [perfectly fine] hand, and flexed your digits experimentally. They moved just as fluidly as bef[always]. >...you suppose they would, since you didn't really have much issue gaming. You choose to not dwell on that. >Floating through the corridor, you gaze through the ho[window] out towards the vast darkness of space. You suddenly feel homesick, and your thoughts go back to your family. [You guess they're fine. You just haven't gotten around to getting in touch with them.] >You look around, REALLY look around for the first time in a good while. It never even occurred to you how much of a...wreck this place had become. >[litter] everywhere, on the floors, across the walls, neatly overflowing in the trash bin. It looked like...something...happened while you were asleep. >How much of it was inattention, just not noticing things before [your friend Fixer] arrived? >She was[n't] responsible for all of it, probably. Everything that happened was[n't] the result of C[Fixer] arriving to your station. >Still, you knew where you had to be. You weren't sure what to expect when you got there. >the trip back was shorter than you had hoped. You drifted back on autopilot, not wanting to actively acknowledge the walkup to what remained of your space >You could see the yellow eyes peering at you from the darkness beyond the door and opened it. >The room was normal. Untouched. No sign of the [litter] outside aside from whatever you tracked in with you >Your console was sitting there, unbothered, like it had always been. The sheets from where you were sleeping before, on a bed that you kept saying you'd make the next day. The crumpled pile of uniforms you wore. Not a single thing in this space was...off. Fixed. You took in the space that [Fixer] spared, and then, to the woman(?) herself. >She was horrifying. Somehow, you had let yourself forget that somewhat, while you were [working]. A horrifying amalgam of meat and metal. Looking her up and down now, there's no way that there was anything human left in there. Not in any way that mattered[, probably.] >You saw the remnants outside, you knew what she was capable of with what she had d[...] >What...changes...happened to you, because of "Fixer's Gift. >You asked her plainly: why? >Rather than say anything, she just held out hand. That lopsided, too-wide, smile across her face. You looked down to it, then to her. It was clearly some sort of [offer]. >Some sort of [OFFER]. >SOME. SORT. OF. [O] [F] [F] [E] [R] [/annoyed]. >Some kind of offer, apparently. >You didn't have much of a choice, so you reached out and took her hand, with the one you had that matched it. >Your world went dark. >[You were safe].
>>386317 >[Your alarm dragged you kicking and screaming to wakefulness, and was tossed to the floor for its diligence.] >[You stretched, feeling your limbs pop in protest at having to move again after spending the bulk of last night hunched over a keyboard] >[Normally, you'd be taking it slow today. But today wasn't a regular day. You actually had a friend coming to visit your station!] >[You dressed, showered, used the good shampoo, and topped it off with the black bow-tie that she had sent you.] >[Fixer was a raid partner and penpal you had been chatting with for a good while now. She was the last bit of Earth you had, and talking with her felt nice. When she said she'd be coming to visit, you were more than a little surprised.] >[Part of you expected a forty-year-old guy, but you were hoping for the best.] >[Most of the morning was mulling around. Travel to an expoplanet this far out wasn't exactly quick but if her estimations were right, she should arrive today. You just had to sit and wait.] >[Which, thanks to your boss playing nice, was easy to do with the day off.] >[After waiting for what felt like days, a new message arrived: "HP, I'm here at the airlock. Let me in."] >[You checked the surveillance, and were pleasantly surprised to find the person at the dock seemed to be, in fact, a girl.] >[You were hit with a sense of nostalgia. Like] you had done this before, [but brushed it off quickly. You gave her the thumbs up from the other side of the corridor and watched as she made her way in.] >[The spacesuit came off, and you were surprised to find not just a girl, but a cute girl. Like WAY too cute for someone who was your main DPS.] >[Squeezed a whole gothic lolita dress into the suit, apparently, and spent several moments brushing it off, along with the bow in her hair, before making her way to the other side to get into the station proper.] >["Hey there." she said in what you remembered to be a vaguely aussie accent, "I'm assuming you're HP?"] >[You introduced yourself as An]O[n. And you were indeed HP_LoveTank. And she's Final_Fixer, right?] >[The grin she gave you was enough to make your heart skip a beat, as she held out her hand to shake yours.] >["Sure am. But you can call me Cynthia. Good to see you, too, HP."]
>>386319 Alright I'm done for realsies. This was the first time I did a longform story and holy shit it's harder to stay on target than I realized. Thanks for sitting with my 'tism.
>Come get your borgers at Auntie Cyn' Solver Borger >The Solver Borger has at least six percent beef in it's meat >Buy a wifey meal and get a core crab to put into a body of your choosing >Try our new nugget drones with our special secret sauce. >I hate my job
the whole Von Dronius worker drones being crappy, off brands, but affordable to the common man is something not really explored yet. What would off brand WDs look like? I almost imagine their bodies looking kinda like the Sephirot from Lob Corp, but it might be fun to do more with this later for another classification of drone.
>>386352 Given WDs are probably uber expensive, its reasonable consumer grade products were made for the average man. I have some ideas for the look and attitude. Will do later actually
>>386355 they're semi sentient worker/maids who are basically little humans, how much do you think they cost for the average house hold. We only see the uber rich have them in Tessas family, and while they break them all the time and have a graveyard for them, I doubt that is because they aren't expensive but because they can afford it or just dont care.
>>386359 >Your Von Dronius brand Worker Drone suspiciously following you around and staring at everything you do very intensely >Frequently asks you question about the products you use and work you do >If you dont leave a 5 star review of Von Dronius products and your experience with your Von Dronius Worker Drone, it kills itself on the spot.
Greentext challange thingy, technically failed because I couldn't figure anything to do with the fall season
>Be Emily >Wake up >A overwhelming feeling of dread washes over you >You get out of bed with a heavy sigh >You go about your morning activities and make ready to leave the house >You say goodbye to mom and dad >You start making your way through the outpost >You reach the open outpost doors and walk through them >You step into the surface city >Your internal clock tells you it’s about 9am >Though you’re not sure because the sky is blocked by floating purple pyramids >You can sorta make out people walking between them using hard light bridges >You go to the plaza in the middle of the metropolis and start searching for Lizzy >She finds you first ”Yoo! Emily! You ready to be a star?” You answer in a unsure tone >”Yeah….” >You retreat into your mind for a second and think about how you got here >You died >Uzi ripped your head off >That was absolutely horrible >Some time later, Uzi killed and ate god >… >Yeah, ok, sure >Then Uzi developed a conscience due to the whining of all the souls she and the god she consumed ate and decided to put everyone in fresh new bodies >Thanks to this you were put in a murder drone body >Being alive again was pretty great >Sure you were a horrible monster and a bit traumatized but you were alive again >Then Uzi decided she is the empress of Copper-9 >Apparently she got really into 4x games or something >And she has god powers so not much anyone can do about it >Then she invited diplomats from other space empires >Because those somehow exist >When the diplomats arrived you learned that humans still exist >Big…. Warm...Soft...Fleshy humans >You...uhhh… got a bit ahead of yourself and decided to “Say hi” >So using your new body you grabbed one of them, flew off to a secluded location and committed acts some would call sexual assault >Suffice to say the negotiations didn’t go well after that >Actually no empire now wants to send any envoys due to your actions in fear they will get molested >Uzi was pissed >Apparently the fledgling empire needs trade routes >You ask if she can’t just spawn the stuff she needs >Her answer was: “NO YOU DUMBASS! IF I USE MY POWERS TOO MUCH I WILL NEED TO EAT PLANETS AND PEOPLE AND STUFF!” >After that you got your robot vampire privileges removed >So you’re back in your normal body >Worse yet, Uzi ordered you to fix the diplomatic fuck up you caused >You asked how “I DON’T FRIGGING KNOW! FIGURE OUT YOURSELF AND FAST! YOU BROKE YOU FIX IT, BITE ME!” >You wanted to protest but the murder drones she uses as custodians threw you out of the throne room >After a small mental breakdown you asked Lizzy for help >She agreed surprisingly fast >That’s good >Uzi has been blowing your phone up with messages complaining that diplomats aren’t answering her calls >You take a deep breath and look at Lizzy >”So what is your plan?” >Lizzy giggles “Simple, we go viral on the interplanetary web and then the losers from other planets will be falling over themselves to come and visit” >You see a few problems with this plan but you can’t think of anything better yourself so you keep them for yourself >Lizzy hands you a piece of paper >”What’s this?” “The list of things we’ll be doing today! One of these is sure to make us the hottest thing on web” >You read the first entry on the list [Political Debate w/ Randos on the streets] >Oh this can’t end well >You spend a few hours going up to random people and asking them questions while Lizzy records >You don’t know much about politics >Certainly not enough to engage in discussion about it >Lizzy was ready for this occasion and gave you a piece of paper with some boilerplate questions >The questions you have range from normal, like thoughts on the tax policy to deranged like “How many uppie slaves should the government provide” to the strange and kidna off topic like “Why is Lizzy the best” >Most people act incredibly confused when asked >Some answer giving legitimate critique of the current system >Murder drone enforcers swoop in to arrest them whenever they do >After a while the enforcers tell you to stop doing this because their reeducation camps are near capacity >Still, you’ve been doing it for a long time >You ask Lizzy how popular you got “Not much” >Oh... “Don’t worry! It’s the first thing on the list! Let’s move on” >You try: >Cooking >Battery based dishes aren’t very popular with humans >Travel Vlogging >Everywhere on Copper-9 that doesn’t look like an evil nth dimensional citadel is a snowy waste >Beauty Vlogging >Screen makeup tips aren’t as popular as Lizzy thought >Numerous types of “Nerd stuff” as Lizzy calls it
>>386372 >Wargames >Roleplaying games >Card games >Those are rather niche things >And you only had 15 minutes to learn about every topic >Economics >Lizzy got a murder drone to talk about this instead of you >She had the same hair as you except white and wore suit >She was doing well you think >But then she mentioned the parent company >And how it no longer exists >And then started crying >It’s been 16 hours of you throwing stuff at the wall >Nothing has stuck >You and Lizzy are exhausted >There is not much of the list left >You read the next entry [Dronelyfans maxxing] >What does that mean? >Lizzy takes you aside >… >Installing what adapters!? >… >Doing what on camera!? >Showing what to people online!? >Humans would watch you “perform” and “enjoy themselves”!? >OH YEEEE…. >NO…. >No… >no >As much as the idea of showing yourself off to humans so they can engage in manual release makes you feel hot and bothered you shouldn’t >What would your parents say? >Besides following this sort of desire is what lead you into this mess >You grit your teeth and lie to Lizzy >“Sorry I don’t want to do that” “Awww shucks, I was about to order the adapters for us” >”Us?” “You think I’d let you keep human simps all for yourself?” >What is a simp? >Nevermind you don’t have time to waste >Next item on the list [Challenge content] >Lizzy scoffs “Great, we really are scraping the bottom of the barrel” >”What challenge?” >Lizzy rolls her eyes and begins explaining >… >This is gonna be worse than you thought >First are challenges of strength >You are drones >You can juggle 500 kilo dumbbells >Next pouring cold water onto yourself >You put on waterproofing seals so you didn’t short circuit >You can’t feel cold so all that happened is that your clothes got wet >You do over 100 humiliating challenges >None of them have the desired viral effect >It’s super late >But Uzi is still sending you messages so you dare not stop >Lizzy is at the end of her wit though >Next challenge is… drinking spicy stuff? >You and Lizzy install tongues that can actually taste stuff >You drink the first cup of weird red liquid >OH SWEET ROBO GOD IT BURNS! >IT BURNS! >AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA >Lizzy tries to shake you out of your convulsions “Emily that was the mildest one!” >As you dry heave onto the floor two enforcer drones take interest in the commotion >They both look the same “Ay, you two chickitas, what are you doing in this dark alley?” >Since you’re too busy suffering Lizzy responds “Doing a spicy sauce challenge?” >The look at Lizzy and bottles with peeper logos on them >They both begin to laugh “AJAJAJAJAJA, oh…. You two Niñitas couldn’t handle spicy even without taster tongues!” >They grab the bottles and begin guzzling them >After a while they start bickering with each other “Getting a bit read on the visor I see…” “That’s because of your own reddish visor you tin can!” “Who are you calling a tincan you inferior pile of junk!?” >They begin brawling >You collect yourself enough to stand up >Lizzy is recording the two murder drones fighting with her phone >She suddenly begins screaming “Emily! Emily! I’m streaming this! Look at the views!” >You look at her phone [Stream : 2 crazy loca beasts fight each other, viewers 300 million] >300 MILLION!? >You look again >It’s steadily rising! >That’s it! >Oh, oh what do you do now? “Quick Emily, start screaming Dronestar” >”What does that mean?” “I dunno, just do it!” >You scream as loud as you can, until your voice box almost gives up >It’s working! >2 Billion viewers! >You tap Lizzy to start recording you instead >You begin giving your “Come to Copper-9 speech” >After 2 minutes Lizzy cuts you off and returns to filming the fighting murder drones >”Hey! I’m not done!” “The views started dropping! You’re boring them!” >You continue your speech with the visuals of a cat fight near a dumpster >All in all you were successful >The next day news arrives of ships from other systems coming to visit >Sure, they are on humanitarian missions to “Save the poor drones from themselves” but it’s a start
>>386359 >>386369 >Improperly disposing of a Von Dronius economy grade drone carries a 75% chance of spontaneous meat manifestation and violent urges in the drone
>Von Dronius Economy Drone >Review: 5 Star >I only gave this stupid thing a 5 star rating because I had to. This dumb bastard is barely sentient! It can hardly do any of the house work, and spends most of its time around me. It clings to me like a puppy and asks me very invasive questions about my private life and shopping habits! Very annoying. It also started to puke up some odd meatish gunk, and wouldn't even clean it up! I HAD TO. 0 stars, but when I mentioned I would give it a bad rating it tried to harm me and itself and only calmed down when I started writing this review. DO NOT BUY THESE PRODUCTS
>(Note from Manufacturer): We are sorry to hear you have been having some issues with your Economy Drone. We will review this case as soon as possible, within the next 100 business days.
>>386377 Ideas tend to die when they're ignored or deprived of attention, ergo your snippy reply is counter-productive and only succeeds at legitimizing what you don't want to see posted. Of course this assumes your reply isn't just a disingenuous excuse for (You) to act like a baiting asshole.
>Economy drone invading your personal space >Economy drone invading your bed >Sex toys being shipped to your house on your credit card that you don't remember buying, but that somehow match your preferences.
>>386381 Well it'd help if the OC looked like something from the show instead of something else entirely. What's the point of the thing you're making stands out like a sore thumb?
>>386389 You look me in the eye, and tell me that >>386352 looks even the slightest like a drone from Murder Drones. You can't, because it doesn't. Shape language is all wrong.
>>386391 And even more importantly, the entire family around Tessa is already a gold mine of untapped potential. The Anon saying they're being reinvented from first principles was spot on. I'm all for original content, but when it's retreading things established by canon, then it feels cheap in a bad way. Like a Sonic recolor.
>>386390 Why would an off brand, cheaper, economy model of a drone look exactly like a normal drone despite being made cheaper? Why would you want it to anyways, how would you tell them apart?
>>386392 What can you do with this that you can't do with labor bots? Other than "because I made this" like Bendis creating a character purely so he can have them used in adaptations and get royalties?
>Be me, Anon. >I was wandering the corridors of Copper-9. >Until I saw a tall battered vending machine thing. >With Faded logos, scratched panels and glowing yellow optics tracking me. >And Big glass front, touchscreen still working. >Curiosity takes over. >I walk up abd saw screen lights up. >“INSERT PRODUCT” >Hesitating, I step into the open bay. >Soft mechanical arms guide me in. >Magnetic locks seal with a quiet click. >The glass stays so clear that anyone walking by can see. >A flat cheerful robotic drone voice: >“PRODUCT DETECTED. SELECT SERVICE.” >Options scroll past. > Edge 30 minutes >Full body oil coat >Public use mode >Ruined orgasm >Sensory deprivation package >I press one >Robotic nozzles and tendrils extend >Warm oil coats me >Vibration starts. >The arms hold me perfectly still. >But the machine doesn’t care. >Just dispenses what was selected >Yellow eye-lights watch the whole time >Occasional Solver symbol flickers across the glass. > when the cycle ends it announces >“THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATRONAGE” >The locks release. >I step out sticky and shaking. >The machine’s voice glitches once >“PRODUCT… LOW STOCK. PLEASE RESTOCK SOON.”
My two cents on the issue is that I've played warframe and "concept bloat" is a real thing. I'd much rather a handful of concepts get a wealth of development than a few content islands that get tossed like vaporware.
>>386402 Identical? No. But you'd be a fool not to expect them to not try and look close enough that customers would either be fooled or think they're "practically the same thing". Kinda like the Sentinel Drones, ngl.
>>386403 But anon, this is a concept getting more development. Valentine has been a character for over a year now, and her lore is getting expanded on through her family and business.
>>386408 Uhhh don't get me started on protoniggers, humie operators were a mistake, warframe should have been a game about cool sci fi robot terrorists not a "Kids that use super weapons just because" anime
>>386410 Anons who complain about OC dont make things, they hate them. And then make it everyone elses problem so they can try and bully their way into designing a thread for them specifically. They are filled with double standards, retardation, and bittness that they're brand of autism limits their creativity and imagination
its like the online threadshitter version of that super autistic kid who would rather die of dyhdration then drink something out of anything other then their favorite sonic cup after it broke.
>>386410 That risks recursion. >>386411 Right?! I want more faceless space ninjas in pseudo-bodysuits, not "John Warframe" who's got a half-assed VN therapy session attached to him.
>>386414 I find it sad you geniunely seem to think an Idea can only be done once and others (including yourself) have no voice worth adding onto an idea or making unique to yourself. Do you have any idea the amount of creations that would never have been made following your dogma
>>386418 if the dimensional merge happens some of us are getting tortured to death by our creations, myself included. I don't know how she'd choose to do it, but Cici would make sure my end would be slow and painful
>>386384 We also haven't done counter-DD drones made by humans. That's a new concept worth delving into. Never been done before. Maybe it can be the long-awaited "new Flavor of the Month".
>Flavor of the Month this, Flavor of the Month that I miss when we didnt commodify OC into having to serve a distinct thread culture purpose. Used to be OC was just, for fun.
>>386424 I suppose its the natural endpoint of 4 or more Years of constant threads. At a certain point, OC became less about one and done fun ideas with occasional greens to back them up and funposting, to being treated as if its backbone of the threads economy. OC is treated less like something you do for the fun of creation and love of the MD world, and more about appeasing an audience at this point.
There are plenty of ideas that don't receive much exploration despite being so obvious. For example, we haven't seen a serious dive into what would be produced by humans and DDs mating. The closest we came to that was the SentinelBorn, and that only lasted for one thread.
>>386432 Really though reading the old greens before it just became repetitive garbage because someone was clearly giving up. Is strange, it's like they wanted to do something cool, but just lacked the ability to do so or were afraid to anger the threads? Also I noticed that like a lot of elements from this character immediately got recycled into others OCs. Personally though I do find myself as well struggling to find a way to organically re-intrpduce Tammfk, I have 2 scripts essentially a ""Darth Vader"" one give origin later in other stories and just have them exist and ""Robo-Cop"" one show new backstory first and then have the character become who they are as the plot develops
