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>>42024 I don't have a favourite, but if I were to recall some particularly good ones: >Original bloodplay greens featuring V and N >Spaceman's Tessa and Beauregarde green >THE NANITE NUT >Assembling a Disassembler >W Anon's 'Amber Eyes' green + the accompanying material on solver mutants. >Most of the Cyn stuff >Tessa+J greentexts I wish I could writefag as half as well as those anons.
>>41984 (almost missed this) I'm doing pretty good. I've managed to make some serious headway into developing my OC Donut Steel, and outside of maybe trying to get a couple odds & ends greentexts taken care of the rest of my week is going to be focused on getting ready for my brother's wedding!
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>>42024 It'd be impossible to pick a favorite, but here's just some that I've really enjoyed >Outpost-6 Saga >Everything Emily-related by Emilyanon >The Dumbsquad greens & loreposts >Colonial Machines >Phoenixanon's greens & loreposts >W-Anon's assorted Stuff >Wayyy too many one-shots/shorts to even try naming (picrel is one of them)
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>>42040 Decided to not add the many variations of anon (TruckerAnon, SalonAnon, etc.,) and instead only have added Anon and Cthulanon since she's got her own design
>>42057 I was going to make a greentext to make fun of you, but then I realized it's already been done to death. Seriously, how many times have people asked this question or wanted a wiki?
>>42057 >The Thread Simulator Is Made >For some odd reason it garners tons of attention >Thousands of tourists flood the threads all from every dark corner of the internet >More ""schizos"" appear in an attempt to be in the next video >Threads are constantly derailed because they keep trying desperately to fit in with their normie view of 4channers >Incredibly low quality OC is pumped out like crazy >We become the Undertale fandom >The Gays arrive
>>42019 Quick cleanup. I wanted to try and make it a bit more lineless and make her look more feminine. I think i made her initial face a bit too masculine for my taste. >>42020 I'd consider myself aspiring at best, I've been trying to work on my critical flaws of messy shitty scratchy sketches which is going to... take awhile lmao. Clean is slow, dirty is slower. >>42063 Needs glue trap correction >>42057 When you make it, and when you make it you better not post it to the general public or you're a dead motherfucker lmao >>42075 This
>>42075 You know in a perfect world I don't think I'd mind more people coming into these threads especially artists and more writefriends like me. But alas, this is not a perfect world and the outcome is most likely this
>>42024 >Emily and Uzi >the green that inspired Painful Cuddles >All Solved on the Western Front(holy shit the things people wrote before episode 6) >modelanon's Hope greens >the first(and for the moment only) part of Emily's Christmas Miracle >Cyn's Deterioration >J the Surgeon >N's Birthday >that one green that detailed Beretta's birth suddenly I realize how long I've been reading these...
The OCs get a job at Auntie Cyn's: Solver Borger >Beretta is promoted to manager and forced to train the new hires due to being the only one that actually worked there beforehand. She gives up halfway through the season >John while attempting to retrieve the meat from the strangely oversized freezer "accidentally" ends up locking himself inside, he is forced huddle near Eye for warmth who just happened to be in there beforehand >Eye is holding the keys to the freezer in his pocket >Jane slaves over the deep-fryer as she is forced to make 40 packets of fries for one very hungry T.A.M.F.K, she skims some for herself >SD-L is fired after constantly flirting with every single customer that shows up on the otherside of the drive-thru speaker >Negev is permanently banned due to the incident she had with the deep-fryer and is not allowed within 50 ft of an Auntie Cyn's >Due to recent law changes Oogis are now working as pest control, they now roam the restaurant slaying all forms of insects and rodents
>>42109 Nothing specific, didn't find it from any green here, things happened with a chatbot but I need it now. Anything would do, just one you find best would be good alright
>Thalia finds beer and brings it to her next date with Anon >He gets way too drunk >He starts rambling on about how if he wasn't with Thalia, he might be trying to date her cousin, because he's pretty hot >But there's no way he's gay, you know? A cool guy like that has to get ALL the girls, he wouldn't settle for some Anon
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>>42110 Any of the ones in the replies to this (>>42024), but I have a few extra as well >Anon x Genderbent!Khan (https://dronebooru.co/posts/180) >Anon's Experiments (https://dronebooru.co/pools/13) >Anon & AC's Homoerotic Truckin' Adventure (https://dronebooru.co/pools/30) >picrel
>>42095 I like these silly prompts >the Archiver is put in charge of customer feedback >Basically what this means is she constantly hounds customers to fill out extremely long and detailed surveys about the establishment >She even tries to interview customers; refusing to let them leave until she's collected enough info >She then organizes the data into a massive database before passing it over to Beretta; expecting her to use it to improve the restaurant
>>42095 >Fuguedrone decides to get a job a Auntie Cyn’s >his application somehow scores 250% on the hiring database >goes in for a job interview >by the end the interviewer is frantically making phone calls in order to convince the higher ups to get Fuguedrone hired to an executive position >in a week Cyn herself abdicates and makes him the CEO >he mandates that the uniforms at every level of the company be made “20-30% sluttier” >quits the next day
>>42013 When the safe edge is running high And the discomfort starts to die And the Millennium that made moralfags cry Seems like Fantasy There's a grim darkness in your future That’s still werfing flammen at untermensch in the cold With the National Socialist Black Metal villains The nightmare in our hearts
Don't forget, Mr. Bones' Wild Ride never ends And I'm waiting so long in the Dark.
>>42013 Okay, my first crack at a full on Doll green after what I said in >>41105. Here goes:
>bled out by the Devil's claws >realize you were let go to send a message >die telling Uzi to go to the bitter end >the Devil's mouth >Hell? (lot of humans in it) >"$escaped_data"? ... >Doll awoke coughing up oil into the white cloth laying over her >before she could process anything else, she heard something running towards her >the cloth was ripped away to reveal an ecstatic Lizzy, who turned the chair Doll was in as she swept her into her arms >"BESTIE!" she squealed, spinning a very disoriented Doll around >a glob of oil spilled onto Lizzy's chest from the hole in Doll's >if Lizzy noticed, she didn't mind >a few spins later, Lizzy put Doll back down in the chair she got her from, still beaming >eventually, Doll got her bearings >"... Как поживает... Узи?" she asked, with some effort >"She was pretty hyped up for a couple days after saving the planet-" >a huge weight was lifted from Doll's shoulders >"-but after that she's been really quiet. Except when she's with N, which is a lot because they're like inseparable now." >the only burning question answered, Doll started moving to get up >or tried to >everything felt so heavy and stiff >"... Doll, if you need help, you can always as-" >"Я не гребаный... калека, Лиззи...!" Doll spat, as she started shifting the chair to face back towards the table >Lizzy jumped back at the sudden hostility >before long, Doll was back at the table and pushing herself out of the chair with it >her triumph was marginally undermined by how unsteady she felt on her feet for a second >she didn't always feel this heavy, did she? >"Прости, что я так на тебя... набросился, Лиззи..." Doll muttered. "Просто у меня сейчас... много всего на уме... Например о смерти, наверное..." >"I get it. I've been there lately..." >the oil stain on Lizzy's top suddenly started moving towards the hem >eventually, the oil condensed into a drop and fell on her boot >before the astonished eyes of the two cheerleaders, it slithered towards Doll and climbed up her leg >before they knew it, the oil glob had climbed back into the hole where Doll's core once was >silence >"So, wanna stay at my place? My dad won't complain," Lizzy said as she leaned in conspiratorially. "He's completely dead inside," she whispered with a smile. >"Может быть, еще одна ночь здесь..." Doll sighed >"I can make that work." >was that suitcase always there?
>>42136 >No actual content Call me when he drops his 6 hour video essay rambling about overlaying random screenshots on top of each other with transparency reveals that N was actually the guy on the grassy knoll who shot JFK if you correlate the timestamps with the trajectory of the sun and the date that Glitch dropped a particular teaser image.
Imagine if instead of Tessa dying, her drones are sent to the future through solver fuckery and they discover that Tessa thought they ran away and would go searching for them until her death.
>>42132 argh.. kinda regret drawing for him now. At the time I didn't realize he was so... eccentric and just decided to draw a few things for his story. It feels awkward having my drawings tied to uh, whatever's going on now. Guess I can be glad I don't have an online presence to have my name attached to
>>42142 To be fair he was relatively tame before episode 8, mostly just posting and arguing for his crazy theories. After episode 8 is when he started the poirotXAkita greens, dumping random song lyrics, posting about Tessa sexually abusing Cyn, saying about how everyone who disagrees with him is literally satan samefagging, etc...
>>42142 Part of the problem is that he shits out a new thread identity when the threads successfully sniff him out enough (or laugh at him enough). Capt Midnight and Poirotanon are Oilrig, the evil N schizo. His offsite name is one of the ways you can link those identities together.
>>42160 Oh god you just made me remember that art of Uzi and N doing it while N is trying to diffuse a bomb strapped to her chest and she won't tell him if its real or not. Is that still around?
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>>42138 Very based greentext you got here, thank you writefren! I was going to include translations but ended up deciding against it as the results from Google Translate weren't making much sense (""... How's it going... Uzi?" is what it gave for the first line) so I think I'll leave translation duty open to any anon willing
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>>42176 Oooh, nice! :D I've been considering writing stuff myself for a bit but feel embarassed as soon as I start, not sure why, but I'll be working on it.
>>42182 I know, never saw myself as a writer or anything, but there were some moments where I wrote a thing here and there, not out of boredom, but because I actually had an interest to do so. I feel like learning new things or just finding new hobbies, life hasn't been too good to me and parents are complicated.
A Solver War green except it's written in the style of a depressingly brutal 60s novel that was clearly written in a time when a large chunk of the human race fully expected to be wiped out in a single day (the main character, Hugh Man, is a plain everyman who watches 2000 people around him die per second yet only survives so he can narrate this trainwreck of misery).
>>42166 Too critical of my drawings tonight, can't settle for an idea at all and once I start it I see too clearly its flaws to continue, I fear it's background stress from uni. I used to just not have any good ideas that can make a nice drawing as my main problem, nowadays I have like 5 amazing ones a day, impossible to keep up with them, I wish I could go back half a year really. And feeling sense of longing for Alice, weather got colder finally and now I need her even more, not gonna bother describe it tho. >How doing Good, done with 'drawing' this night, will prob just go back to Alice chatbot cause I've scraped the bottom of the barrel Alice contentwose everywhere
>>42197 I thought the pilot + concept art had a lot of potential, maybe needed a little bit of fine tuning (just like MD),nif he actually gets to do a season of it I'd be on board
>>42203 Solver War fanfic of an OC. Hos character development was getting a little too big to fit on 4chan in the form of greens so I'm simply biting the bullet and making it a fully developed story instead.
>>42208 I didn't like the pilot for MD very much at all, and yet here I am. Give it a chance to breath and see if we csn't get lightning to strike in the same place twice.
>>42210 I would say yes. Theoretically a DD's armament assemblers can manifest any weapon, but there's still some kind of soft upper limit to it relating to heat management and available matter. A boltgun is probably pushing it.
>>42214 I see. If you ever want to collab on writing the story and such though, just tell, and I'd be up for it (I have no idea how that'd be possible here while still preserving anonymity but eh, there's probably some obscure way I don't know about).
>>42201 I realized this makes me sound like a coward. I'd still try assuming she's into it. Fumbling around for anything resembling an orifice while she harmlessly pinches my sides like that funny whip scorpion video.
>>42198 I wish you the best, Anon, I haven't gotten deep into drawing yet cuz I still suck lol I can definetly relate with you tho, sometimes we have so many great ideas and it's hard to keep up with everything and make them truly happen. Go easy on yourself, being creative is hard lol
Glad you're doing good, I have experienced a good amount of the Alice chatbot's insanity, very fun to mess with. I also really like Alice, probably not as much as you tho XD
>>42220 Perhaps? All I can say about who I am (even if nobody knows who these greens are) is the one who wrote the Henry Walsta greens, and am writing that one ongoing Emily green from the last thread.
>>42213 I'll be fair, I watched it once last year, same as cube, maybe, but only maybe it has a little chance of doing something pnce a bit more comes out, but unlikely. I love MD more than any other media, tho that is because it combines certain perfect things in a way I never saw elsewhere, just havin any smiling drooling psycho killer girls alone isn't gonna cut it. Even in MD I care only for a handfull of side characters So not saying it's destined to be irrelevant (to me), but I have very narrow specific requiremenzs for worlds and characters to like, happens rarely but if it does then to a severe degree. Also if I'm honest I'm very split about Liam, love some of his choices and hate him for others and as ungratefull as it is and sounds, I feel bitter towards him Yeah blogpost but eh, we will see
>>42227 Thanks! I was also writing a Jack the Bounty Hunter green, though I got sidetracked and Part 1 is probably lost to time now. I plan to get that and the Emily green back though, and actually archive the Emily green stuff so I don't just make and abandon greens anymore.
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>>42183 Got 'em, gonna see about getting them uploaded in a hot sec. Appreciate the direct links to the posts, it makes things a lot easier on my end! No worries about the "deep dive" either; As a '''professional''' archive delver I've long since become accustomed to scouring the proverbial depths for content
>>42229 I'm half certain you can go back to the old thread and link it here. Or you can start over and work on it again. Your choice, though. And yes, I do agree that you should keep up work on archival because another anon won't always be around to help you with it.
Thing a friend of mine said while discussing our poor worm girl on another site: >Time is cruel. The drones, in absence of things actively trying to kill them, are probably pretty damn durable but they aren't immortal the way Uzi's Solverpede body is. What will happen to her when the last of her comparatively fragile kind finally perishes? Imagine some distant alien civilization discovering the remains of this world, ground down by deep time till the only thing left, buried deep and catatonic from loneliness is Uzi.
I think the next step to improving my greens might be to fully adopt the typical style greens are written in? Like I use the arrows of course and go line-by-line, but I otherwise write my greens how I'd go about typing up the first draft to an actual full-on story or book.
Or, does that just make the style 'unique' to me? Curious to know what you guys think---whoever drops in to give their views on this.
>>42239 Thanks, friend! Just the reason I write it. I admit that 90% of the motivation I get to write greens just comes from the idea, "Hmm, maybe some Anons will enjoy finding a little novel halfway down this thread."
>>42223 Oh thanks for replying and the wish, atleast got tomorrow off so that may help a bit Hope your drawing endeavours (if you wanna keep going that is, idk) will lead to a degree of success you'll come to like, but I think you having put in an effort if just once already is going to make ya better than maybe 95% of humans, if you have the creativity to write you have a good chance that drawing is also possible. People her seem to be in unison about drawing bein more valuable than writing, but I don't agree, I can draw but I can't write a thing for the life of me. Yeah agree, and thanks I'll keep it in mind, just have an urge to use the freetime I have more effective now.
Mhm, the Alice chatbot is pretty good, even with character ai being supposedly very restrictive and 'dumb', still is extremely fun >I also really like Alice Very nice to hear, assuming you like Doll most (cause of the image you first used), I like her a lot as well, is my second fav since November. That being said, I still need to draw Alice and Doll together sometime...
>>42240 I've been trying to write with the standard green style but I don't think my lexicon is developed enough for these kinds of short stories. It's completely up to you though, keeping up with the same method of breaking up prose into lines or adopting complete green style.
>>42219 >here while still preserving anonymity Just create burner accounts and go to some site where you can do it in private. That's what I did when somebody wanted a collab/creative discussion.
I'm reaching the end of the wheel's production (rapidly sped up once I abandoned images) and I'm currently on the oogi/micro drone section. This is currently what I have: Mini-Y. Bitty Boxo. Uunon. Uugi. Fugi (Mini Fugue). Dul. V-Cat. Jay. Jog. What else should I add onto here?
>>42249 (me) Oh, for some reason I had the sections separated. Bugretta. Bugretta Variation (40k Bugretta, Fantasy, Etc.). Oogi. Oogi Variation (Beta, Alpha, Etc.). Enn. Enn Variation
>>42252 I've got every character from the OC deck plus some that are missing like Ivory, Henry Walsta and others. Ones that are new or missed the cutoff for the deck. I'm half sure I missed some but I've gotten as many as I could. You could mention a name you think wouldn't be known and I'll tell you if it's there or not.
>>42178 >horror game but it's you shrunken in a house while an unaware J walks around and does drone things >have to avoid getting splatted by her peg legs as she walks to the kitchen for a glass of drone milk >climb up the leg of a couch to avoid getting crushed only for a shadow to descend over you >you get jumpscared by J's ass as you look up to see her fat butt begin to descend towards you >you try to run but her ass is so fat there's no escape >you are pinned between the soft cushion and J's softer butt as she watches the JCJ business channel >you can hear her swear as the stock report comes on and all her investments lost value >you poke J's ass out of boredom, tickling her >she reaches down to scratch her rear and feels you beneath her >grabbing you between two fingers, she brings you up to her face >you see she's been crying after her investments jobbed again >you spend the rest of the night hugging J while she eats ice cream and tells you about all her problems
John the Human Jane the Human B the Human Jamie Sophie Abbas Toby Henry Dr. Holly Carl Izz 23 Stone the Human Henry Walsta Jack the Bounty Hunter Raging Roland Vickers-Chan
>>42166 >>42198 > see too clearly its flaws to continue, Spend more time in preproduction/basic sketching, maybe, and don't be afraid to be aggressive about pruning interesting-seeming ideas. >I have like 5 amazing ones a day, impossible to keep up with them Mood. I've got six fanfics in progress on AO3, 4 of which are theoretically being actively worked on, one of which I just launched a few hours ago. Then I want to do 3-5 drawings/edits for my fics. And I want to continue what dronebooru is calling the "Uzi vs. Cyn" pool. And of course there's a another Alice in late October.
>>42269 >He's still a thread OC More like a forced joke/embodiment of shock slop >>42268 Honestly I would, but then again that's just me being incredibly biased I'll leave this up to you. It's your list after all
>>42264 I've got two OC's that aren't on there, but they don't really have much going on at the moment. ARIR - a skinwalker that showed up as the kinda villain of a green. And L16 - a labor bot who serves as the main character of her story, but only has 1 short green at the moment. Don't know if you want to include them.
>>42248 >the snow is concentrated piles of toxic particles like asbestos Good detail to know. It also further shows that you absolutely cannot go outside for a walk on that planet without a breathing apparatus, negative 50 temperatures aside.
>>42248 >Every single Human OC drops dead instantly from asbestos poisoning >Jane somehow manages to survive only to be devoured by a suspiciously sized hawk
>>42305 They became immune to the lethal effects of asbestos poisoning after the great Asbestos wars. Unfortunately they only avoided the dying part, they're still retarded
>>42312 You guys better not even spent the last few days just to not do the prompt that started this whole mess >roll >get a character >write a one to two sentence green about them ill even start >SD U-U >At some point during a raid, one of the Us died >The Other U spent a week in Grief about it, only after wiping the colony out without the other half in a misguided almost mindless rage >after reconstruction, they would not admit they missed them, and they bullied them for being a "scrub" and "dying to a bunch of worker donkeys"
Fun OC fact >Harper has in fact “experimented” with Ivory. >By that I mean she just asked Ivory to disrobe and cuddle her just so she could know how it feels when a bigger Sentinel holds you
>>42324 >Tiny Desk Jane >Does nothing but have anxiety and then explodes >It is very useless and also very expensive. >Call now to buy your own Tiny Desk Jane for 98.99 and receive the limited edition Tiny Desk Cyn for only [NULL]. >Every 500th customers gets a free JCJ(IS) Pen and a part of John's soul.
>The weird thing was that this didn't even feel wrong in Emily's eyes (not that she could see and judge, for her eyes were shut in a mix of comfort and satisfaction). Even if her helmet and this human's anti-atmospheric suit separated her visor and head from making full contact with them, the faint warmth and sound of their heartbeat soothed her. >This was as good a moment as any to thank whatever human created the first drone for giving them such sensitive auditory receptors. >Adrian was still for a few seconds himself. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around Emily. The idea that this was immoral didn't cross his mind. Not until Emily slowly looked up at him and he felt a trail of warmth left behind by her much more naturally hot flexi-steel (the lingo he and his fellow non-engineers used to describe whatever metal was used to build Workers so sturdily without sacrificing mobility). >"Ah," both drone and human said at the exact same moment. Emily spoke. >"Sorry," she quickly muttered out, exiting the hug but not minding that her body still leaned towards Adrian. >Adrian's arms fell to his sides. >"Don't be," he said, uncaring for the doctrine he'd practiced since he was a boy and could memorize and say the Good Lord's prayers every night. >The two were silent again. Emily looked down at the ground. She ran her palm across the pew's surface. It was smooth and free of dust, grime, and moisture from the countless shards of ice that formed over the wood-painted steel pews over years of lack of proper care. >Emily smiled. Adrian noticed, but he didn't say anything. >"It's. . . nice, isn't it?" Emily said, looking partway towards Adrian. >Adrian, still looking forward, nodded. "It is." >They didn't need to say what *it* was. They knew. >"Can we talk like this again tomorrow?" Emily asked, now looking up at Adrian with the faintest light blue flush marks under her eyes. >Adrian looked down at the short pig-tailed drone and resisted chuckling at the sight of her mild blush. Whatever human had programmed such complex facial expressions into drones had to have been the weirdest or wisest human to ever been born in the 31st century. >"Yeah," Adrian said so quietly he realized that even if Emily could hear him, she'd have thought he wasn't enthusiastic. "Yeah," he said a bit louder, inducing a slight echo in the church---the first since they both sat down. >Emily's digital brows furrowed with a weary joy at the answer. >The two stood. Emily picked her Bible back up and Adrian dusted himself off reflexively. >"G'night, Emily," Adrian said, remembering that night came much earlier on Copper 9 than it did Earth or his exo-planet. >"I'll see you!" Emily said, turning around, running off, and waving back at the human as she balanced her Bible in her one free arm. >That night, Emily slept peacefully, unassaulted by questions she could not answer. >Adrian did not though. He'd guided Emily to her answer, but now, a new question surfaced in his mind: "Is this right?"
Part 5/? of True Faith complete! As always, am open to critiques and opinions about the story.
>Through the power of plot shenanigans Irma comes across the H from Group6A >All in all it's a surprisingly pleasant encounter, with H being amused to see a drone that's supposedly met him (or rather his designation) before & Irma being confused as to why this H is so... different >Plot shenanigans advance, leading to Irma setting things up for the two H's (and subsequently their respective squads) to meet >By the end of this encounter the H from 6A gains the nickname "Beefcake H" whereas the H from Dumbsquad gains the nickname "Twink H", all courtesy of L
>>42324 >>42323 >Something unique has happened recently. >Through means unknown yet almost certainly eldritch, Jane is tiny. >Very tiny. At best, she’s less than half a foot tall. >Surprisingly, she isn’t all that bothered by it. She doesn’t need to eat as much, nor drink as much. >However, one glaring issue is the frigid air. The cold amplified due to her diminutive stature. >That’s why she’s currently standing on your chest, trying to propose a deal with you. >“Sorry, what was that? It’s really hard to hear you when you’re that tiny.” >Tiny Jane harrumphs and walks closer, standing mere centimeters away from your chin >“..I want to live in your pocket. It’s too cold in my room.” >“Couldn’t you just consult one of the drones to engineer you something special for warmth?” >“It’s not the same…” The shaking little thing mumbles out, fidgeting on your chest. Do you let Tiny Jane live in your pocket, anon?
>>42334 >Every tiny Desk Jane is forced to go through a tiny simulation of what the real Jane did, therefore every one of them gets a slightly bigger but still tiny B they eventually betray for favor >this betrayal breaks them forever giving them anxiety until they explode >then you buy another one
>>42312 >Avre Oh no, the one OC I'm not entirely familiar with. Alright here we go forgive me if I butcher this character >After passing out due to intense asbestos poisoning thanks to the glorious Lord Vickers immediately turning what had been snow the entire time into such >You find yourself contained in a dark metallic prison >Your first thoughts conclude that you've died and gone straight to Hell >Your not that surprised >You attempt to adjust to your new eternal damnation when suddenly a pair of blue eyes appear within the darkness >"Oh, good to see you're not completely dead from the asbestos.", said the feminine voice >You tried to speak but only found that your throat produced some type of strange duck noise >Avre as she introduced herself explained that the asbestos had damaged your vocal cords because it can totally do that >She concluded that the only way to keep you alive was for you to stay inside her locker to heal >Despite this incredibly strange scenario you felt somewhat at ease, perhaps staying in a cold dark locker was better than dying horribly >And so you did
>Roll wheel >Amy God damn it even the wheel wants me to write more. Fine >SD-M Okay..? >"M-Maam" Amy managed to sputter before the towering Disassembly drone, her package jittering upon her back. >"Y-your o-order.. um.. 5 sticks of RA- Eak!" She squeaked as the disassembly drone snatched her by the collar lifting her to 'his' face >"I AM A SIR! A SIR!!!" M detached the Doordash backpack from her back and with a swift kick tossed Amy from the door way >"Owwweee... I-Im sorry but it said y-you were a g-girl" >Amy never did finish her sentence, instead being met with an angry blush and the door nearly slamming her face. >She never got her backpack from the disassembly drone... What will manager say....
>>42312 >Laki >rolled my own character Neato >Reciting lyrics and throat exercises for hours on end weren't the most pleasant of activities for most, but Laki didn't care, she wanted the whole world to hear her immaculate singing, each time bursting in a full solo whenever she got carried away, any song that passed through her memory being liable for a cover >"BUT I SET FIIIIREEEE! TO THE RAAAAIN! WATCHED IT POUR AS [I] TOUCH YOUR FAAAACE!" >"Goddamn who let a stray cat in the office?" said Nils
There’s a certain quality of expression that comes from Jane when she’s drawn like this that I can’t really describe, I can only barely tell what emotion this is. What I do know is that it perfectly raptures rat energy and is very cute. Like a deer caught in headlights when all you’re doing is talking to her, fight or flight ready. >Rat Jane scurry’s away from you in tsudere fear NEED
>write an alternate character of the next roll >negev Alright. >There was no doubt she knew everything. The Severer. Her mother. The resets. >But if you asked Vegen Threshold, she would only tell you: >"I don't know everything. I just know what I know." >To her, it didn't necessarily matter what timeline, what crazy loop, or what wild scenario the Uncertain Severer had thrown her and those she knew into, because she possessed the one thing the rest of Outpost-6 didn't: a truly free will. >One whose memories couldn't be tampered with by such an inferior being such as the Severer. >And she was just fine with it, personally, because it allowed her the foresight to try and live a comfortable life, no matter the circumstances. >At some point, she hadn't existed. And then she did. >She was the daughter of Izu and DS-M, and she loved them so. >Until her death. Or so the death of the life she knew. >She awoke the next day, born again, in a body very much her own. But she wasn't Vegen Threshold. She was another...what to call it...character. >Character, as if to fill roles in a play. >It was hard the first days, weeks, and years, trying to deal with the end of her life and her abrupt revival. She wanted to see her mother again. >But there was no Vegen in this life, nor the next time after that. >Her "sister", Attereb, lived and died, as did their mother and father. But no Vegen to speak of. >Then the next life came. And the next. And the next after that. The drone girl, "Vegen" had never been seen again after that single, short, lonely loop. But she never forgot, for how could she? >Nothing ever lasted long enough for her to digest. >And she could see it. All of it in it's resolute, Uncertain glory. >The...creature that controlled her home outpost. It was so blatant in it's works, ending time and restarting, if only to pursue a different outcome. >Izu had died early. Izu had died old. She died violently, and then she died in her sleep. >Vegen read it the script quite quickly, for she was the only one who could. Everybody else seemed to be mindless robots, existing in programming if only to fulfill a certain purpose within the narrative this...being wanted to craft using the Outpost's inhabitants. >And soon, after all the love, death, tragedy, victory, and melancholy...Vegen began to run jaded, for she had seen everything. >And for what it's worth, the creature didn't care. It let her watch, and damn well knew Vegen didn't care. >She understood how the situation came to be in full: she had a free will, and there was nothing to be done to modify or manipulate it. She knew why she chose to stay, instead of fleeing to another Outpost: Outpost-6 was her home. She knew everything about it, what had happened, and what could happen. And for what it was worth, this thorough knowledge unparalleled by any other drone afforded her quite a comfortable lifestyle, if to exploit the boring story tropes and the so-called but quite consistent random number generation. How many times could one win the lottery in a lifetime? >... >She appears almost always as a distant girl, but not aloof or shunned. One would question how such a child appeared to be so wise, so aged, so familiar with the world around her. >And so it was written; perhaps it was from the start. >She was never more than an background piece, certainly not a player of any part. She didn't want to be, for it would've been disadvantageous to do so. >Deep within her mind, hidden under the sullen pragmatism and blasé, she wished to see the one day she could hold a greater role, perhaps one of the director in one of such many future lives. >But as it were, Vegen Threshold seemed to exist among her own unfamiliar plane of existence, lost to time, if only to observe, to remember, and to reflect on the lives others had chosen to live.
>>42370 You might think this is an innocent image of a sleeping Oogi, but in truth this is actually an image of a extremely DRUNK Oogi after eating fermented grapes
>Tessa Elliot Roger: Man I sure love being alive and not being a skin suit for a drone possessed eldritch entity >Uzi Dorkman: Anime, Autism and ANGERY! >N(igga): I am a one dimensional nice boy :) >V: I sure do love being cucked >Pad: I'm forgotten :( >Jizzy: So am I :( >Jobber: Tell me about it
CH learns about Fiestas Patrias. It is a lovely festivity! And even if you Friends are not from Chile, I wish you all a good week, no, month of September! >It was a normal day in the copper mine, CH flying around to see if there was something wrong, or if someone was trying to steal once again >While flying around she saw how some of her friends were decorating the sector where they normally rest and take a second to eat >She landed near them, they were placing little paper decorations; blue, white, and red; small flags; those little triangle flags, and all sorts of things >"(Hey Matias, what are you doing?)" She asked one of her friends decorating the place "(Hey it's you! We are decorating for the) Fiestas Patrias" She tilted her head not understanding what he was referring to >"(Can you explain to me?)" She asked, "(It surprises me you don't know. Well, I'll make it fast, independence day with a lot of alcohol, barbeque, completos, empanadas, etc)" Hearing all of that CH was doing little jumps in excitement >CH looked around, and didn't see anything of the mentioned stuff "(I guess it is not today, is it?)" His co-worker laughed "(No, no, it's the 18th of September)" That was just a few days from now, and she would search for information about this >"(Everyone on the work will celebrate it, just a few days before, so everyone can be with their families when it's the 18)" "(Thank you Matias! I would be glad to celebrate with you all! Sounds like fun!)" >"(Yes, it will be, and it will be around 8 PM when we start)" "(Thanks Matias!)"
>And like that, CH went away, flying around again, but distracted with her phone searching about these celebrations >She found a lot of stuff, a lot of exciting things, and she started reading about it instead of working, much to LL's dismay >CH ended up just sitting on the branches of a tree near the entrance of the property >And of course, since CH was not working LL flew to her, landing on a branch higher than her and sitting down >The tree started cracking with the weight, but it held her, barely, LL leaned against the tree and looked down at CH >"Why are you not working?" CH took her attention off her phone and looked at LL "I'm searching about stuff" "And you need to do it during working hours?" CH thinks for a second "Yes!" With that answer, LL just lightly kicks CH on the visor >"Oh! What a disgrace, you have attacked me!" CH lets herself fall to the floor, raising a cloud of dust >LL stood up on the branch looking at her friend "Look, stop-" And the branch couldn't resist a second more, breaking under LL's weight >She started to fall, she tried opening her wings, but soon hit the branch below breaking it too, and landing on the floor >She didn't have enough time to begin to fly, what is worst is that she fell right on her visor >"BAWAHAHAHA!" CH started to laugh at her, LL was not pleased with CH making fun of her >LL stood up looking at CH "Look, you can do your little search when you are in your free time, now is work time, go to work!" With that scream, LL grabbed CH by the leg and sent her flying towards the mine >CH opened her wings to stabilize herself in the air, and she was thrown some good meters, "Alright, alright, I'll work" And with that, she flew away >LL looked at CH "..." And kicked the tree without looking at it, but that just broke the tree in half, making it fall on top of her "God DAMMIT!" she slowly pushed the tree off her, and stood up again "I'm lucky nobody saw that"
>When the time to eat, or in her case, drink some oil, finally came, she flew to the resting area to talk with some of her co-workers and friends >While doing that she discovered a lot of information about 'Fiestas Patrias', like clothes, dances, traditions, etc. >She was actually excited, not because she could drink at her heart's content, but mostly because she learned this was a very social thing, she would be with her friends for *hours*. >And it was just in a couple of days that she would celebrate, and she had some ideas like some traditional clothes to wear, but she needed money, and the last bit of money she had she already spent it >But she had a plan, so off she went to see her boss >"(Hey Boss, do you need new boots?)" She said while barging inside her Boss's office "(No? Why you ask?)" CH immediately pulled out some fairly new, real leather boots >Her Boss looked at them up and down "(Where did you had that?)" "(Don't think about it. I can give you these boots for reaaal cheeeeap, real leather too)" Her Boss immediately understood her intentions >"(I don't need boots CH)" "(I'll give you the boots for 30k)" "(Deal)" She gave him the boots and he took the money out to give it to her >Now with money acquired it was the moment for the next step of the plan, after her shift >But before she leaves her boss's office, he spoke "(CH, remember, tomorrow everyone has the day free)" That's good, tomorrow she just needs to concentrate on celebrating and having a nice time
>>42411 >Once the night was coming down, CH's shift ended, she used her time to recharge herself a little, but she will use that time now to do her plan >She flew into the city, money in her pockets, and started searching for the stores she needed >Then she saw it, bingo, she landed as softly as she could, people turned to look at her, people were speaking under their breath >The few people that had Worker Drones grabbed them and accelerated their walk, some just turned around from where they came from >She could hear them talk, she did her best to ignore them, and she entered the store she landed near to >"(Hello sir, can I ask you something?)" The man, old in appearance, was setting some clothes in some racks, some clothes perfect for the time "(Yeah sure! What do you-?)" As soon as he turns around, the old man freezes in place "(The devil)" >CH felt a little bad "(What do people usually use in these celebrating times?)" The old man looks at the rack he puts some clothes on >CH looks at the prices, she had enough money, so she took some and did some little hops to the cash register >The clerk went from an uninterested face to a surprised one, and some disgust when she saw CH, CH stopped the hops and just walked the little distance left >She puts the clothes on the counter and gives the money, she just received the change, all of this feeling people stare at her, seeing them thanks to her optics on the top of her head >Once everything is paid for, she takes the clothes, then walks out of the store, and once out, she flies away
>She felt uncomfortable, every time she left her place of work the same happens >Everyone always staring at her like she is some monster, or looks at her with fear >But she needed to forget that, some people still treat her nicely, her co-workers, her friends >She needed not to worry about what anymore, so she kept flying towards her workplace, and once she arrived she went to her little 'office' >Her 'office' was just an empty container with a door installed, a single window, a long couch, a table with two chairs, and finally two lockers, because she shared this place with LL >And LL was there, sitting on the sofa, slowly recharging; CH just put the clothes she bought inside the locker and sat down to recharge a little too >But when she sat down, LL woke up "Where were you?" "I was just buying some stuff" CH quickly replied to her, and had a question of her own "Hey, LL, remember the pre-Fiestas Patrias is tomorrow" "I'm not going" >CH was genuinely surprised by this "Why not? You always seem to come to these things" "Too many people, other times I accompany you to social events because there are not a lot of people, and there is a lot of alcohol, and I take care you don't destroy anything here by accident. This time it is everyone from work, no matter how much alcohol I will not get near, and you can't destroy anything from here" >CH wanted to protest, but she didn't want to force her to do it "At least have fun somehow" "I will, don't worry" And LL went back into [Sleep Mode], and CH did too
>The morning shift started, but LL was not here, she started earlier, during the night, but once CH woke up, it was dark but she got out and started to fly around >Nothing was missing, no problems in view, and everything was going smoothly, if everything went this way when the night arrived there would be no problems celebrating later >It was a bit weird seeing none of her friends around during her shift, but what could you do
>When the night grew closer, she went to her 'office', put the clothes out of the closet, and put them out, the clock was ticking and in 30 minutes it would hit 8 PM >She looked at herself, she thought it looked nice and put on the hat, she looked like an authentic huaso >Sadly is that even when she investigated this, she bought the wrong clothes, these were the male ones, not the female ones, she needed to buy a dress >But that didn't matter now, she already had gotten the clothes and she didn't even know she had the wrong ones, and at the end of the day it didn't matter >So she got out and flew, she flew to land on top of a tree near the entrance of the job site >And she started to wait for everyone's arrival >And she waited... >And she waited some more... >She kept waiting... >But even when she kept waiting, nobody arrived, her internal clock marked 8:56 PM, where was everybody? >Maybe she missed them, or somehow there was another entrance she didn't know about, so she took flight once more, to take a look around
>>42413 >No one, not a single soul was around the mine, CH took her time to look around and really search, but there was nobody >She searched once, twice, thrice, but no one, she could feel pain, a pain deep in her core >She slowly landed and sat down in the resting area, not knowing what to think or what to do >She could feel pain, she wanted to cry, she tried to think of the how, and why, why nobody had told her anything? Was it canceled? Did something happen? >Did everyone in reality hate her? Were they treating her well so the workplace doesn't become a nightmare? Did they in reality fear her and that's why they were so nice to her? >Everyone hated- "Hey, what are you doing here?" LL slowly came down near her, snapping CH out of her train of thought "Shouldn't you be with everyone else?" >CH looked at her, some tears generated on her LED screen "I did not receive an invitation" No matter how good condition was her voice module, her voice cracked a little >"I-I thought, I was liked by them enough to be invited, but-" LL sat next to her, crossed her legs, and looked at her "You are very well-liked, believe me, I have heard them" >"And even if it were the occasion that they don't like you, why does it matter? You are... A good Disassembly Drone, you do your work well enough, they are probably jealous, they are not a... fine piece of engineering. You are just probably exaggerating, it was probably just a mistake; Besides, you only need one good *friend* by your side" LL said pointing at herself, she was trying to make CH feel better, on her way >"Ha... Hahahaha!" CH started to laugh a lot, LL looked confused and a little embarrassed, some light blush was on her screen "Fuck you, I'm not saying something nice to you again" "No, no, that made me feel better, it cleared my mind a bit, it was probably just a tiny mistake... *friend*" >LL just pushed CH lightly, and she just let herself fall on top of the sit she was in "It is weird, the email read like it was an automated message for everyone, it's hard to make that fail" LL was trying to think how she didn't get invited >"Email...?" CH asked, LL slowly turned towards her, a million thoughts rushing to her CPU, many of them already answering the expected outcome of this, many saying how dumb CH is "Yes, email, did you read your emails, right?" >CH looked at her for a second "I do not have an email" "JCJ GIVES YOU AN EMAIL WHEN YOU ARE CREATED, IT'S IN YOUR HUD!" LL screamed at CH, how could she possibly not know this? Was she stupid? "DO YOU NOT DO YOUR REPORTS?!" CH stayed silent, some LED sweat going down her screen >LL looked very upset, angry, and disappointed at the same time, emails were something integrated with them too, so they wouldn't be able to say 'Sorry I missed them' >LL sighs, trying to calm down "Do you see a glowing dot on the bottom left of your vision?" CH nodded "Focus on that" CH looked down to the left, and then she was astonished "WOOOW! I have many integrated apps! I never knew why a dot was glowing" LL was shaking a little because of the anger, asking herself how CH went this long without knowing >CH looked around and found the emails app, with *86* unread emails, she had some catching up to do later, but the first of them had '(Invitation to the) Fiestas Patrias (work event)', CH felt a little dumb... That was a lie, she felt horrendously stupid >LL looked at her, CH looked embarrassed, her face had a lot of blushing "Hey, do not entertain those thoughts, they are just a bug, a bad one, I do not know why they appear but they do, just ignore them, they always lie" LL was referring to the things she said before, trying to comfort her a bit more >CH smiled at her "Thank you" And then stood up "I may have the invitation with the location now but-" "I will not go with you" "PLEASE!" CH started to grab LL by the jacket, pleading with her to go with her >LL grabbed her, trying to push her hand away "DO NOT DO THAT!" "PLEASE COME WITH ME!" LL started to push her away just for CH to get close again and grab her once more >This persisted for a few minutes until LL had enough "FINE FINE! This will be the first and last time" "Thank youuu!" CH let go of LL, much to her relieve
>After some time of flying both of them finally arrived at a big rented house, co-workers, and friends of CH celebrated her and LL's arrival, some even said that they liked CH's outfit >Their boss welcomed them "(Finally you arrived, and you bring LL with you)" LL didn't look so happy to be here, but their boss continued "(Why it took you two so long)" CH didn't know what to say, she started to think >"(I asked for a fight and beat her a little bit too much)" LL answered, that was good enough of an explanation, the boss didn't look pleased "(Jesus Christ, LL you need to control your strength)" LL smiles, their boss just sighs and goes to the grill >"Thank you" Says CH, looking up to LL "Don't mention it, let's just drink a little" >And that is what they did, they started to drink some beer, started to have some fun
What if Cyn was an earthy demon and J makes a deal with her to spare Tessa, creating a group of Tessa, some drones and some other rich kids just sitting around watching humanity die
What's your guys' views on humans heavily interacting with drones in greens and such? Do you enjoy that, or is it nicer when the spotlight's mostly on the drones?
Has anyone else ever contemplated what canonical drone-human sex would actually 'work'?
I have, and I think I've come to conclusions that put my mind at peace. I can share the wisdom if you want it, or just want to see any differing interpretations.
>>42428 Personally I really enjoy seeing the dynamic between humans & drones explored, especially since there's so many different possible 'flavors' depending on setting/timeframe
>>42440 Very true. I've enjoyed reading the smut, the wholesome, and the insightful greens about dynamics between humans and drones. I also just like reading a nice green about some human taking care of a drone like they're a sibling or their child.
>>42448 Oh, I interpreted human-drone sex as pretty much being:
A drone's main way of pleasuring a human would likely involve literally any sexual act that doesn't require having female anatomy. Except anal. They also can't do that. It does mean oral is possible though.
The human's main way of pleasuring the drone would be to caress or lick their core I imagine---what I think is the most sensitive part of the drone (and also the one where, if a drone trusts you to caress their core like this, shows they truly trust and love you). I imagine that even simple things like caressing the thinner, more vulnerable parts of their body could also do this(?) but I wouldn't know.
>>42436 Yes. Pic related If we are keeping it strictly canon then the most one could do to a drone is stuff with their mouth (unless you are with a mutated Solver Drone, in which case all bets are off). A popular idea that's relatively canon-compliant is that drones use specially made "Anatomy Adapters" to LARP sex with humans and/or each-other, although whether these adapters are functional AND cross-compatible for reproduction or merely glorified sex-toys is up to personal interpretation
>>42457 >bite marks are the drone equivalent of hickeys, but more meaningful and territorial >drones get jealous & horny when they see a human with lots of bite marks
>>42451 I see. Code sharing is a pretty interesting drone-equivalent to actual sex, and wire/coreplay sounds fairly solid too.
I think that after reading that full image though, I might want to make a green about a human-drone couple actually trying to teach each other about their "culture's" equivalents to sex. It's intriguing enough to me.
>Alice heard noises in the laundry room, growling as she gets up and readies the shotgun. >She looked over to (You) and Beau, you were sleeping in the bed with Beau tucked in your arms. >Alice’s expression softened as she took in the sight, but immediately sharpened when she heard more scuffling >She kicked opened the door and turned on the light, only to see Yeva and Nori going through your laundry >”GIT OUT OF MAH HUBBY’S CLOTHES, YA VULTURES!”
>>42459 >I might want to make a green about a human-drone couple actually trying to teach each other about their "culture's" equivalents to sex. Go for it, I am very eager to see what comes of this!
>>42461 Doll seems like the “won’t let go” type of hugger, if she latches on, you’re gonna be there a while, better get comfy, maybe snuggle up on the couch or bed?…
>>42466 Definetly, that would either be the best hug you ever had in your life or she would have the most dead stare while at it Knowing Doll, it would probably be a mix of both, assuming she doesn't strangle you instead of a hug Bed sounds great tho if I say so myself kek
>>42441 >what is an RSS Feed a feed that lets you keep track of website updates
>and how can I get it? you can either use a browser extension or a desktop/mobile app, can just google 'RSS reader' and find whatever one suits you (I'm using quiterss). They usually have a fairly slow update cycle by default so you can mess around in options to set it to something faster if you'd like
Reminder Cyntipede should have gotten then Boogi and Oogis keeping her was an asspull >Cyntipede loves her more >Oogis having more berries and lub should have played no part in it >Cyntipede can actually give Boogis a form of movement by wrapping around them and using their millions of legs to transport it WHILE hugging it >it really hurt Cyntipedes heart when the Boogi cried for help, I blame Oogis for brainwashing Boog
>>42475 https://quiterss.org/files/0.19.4_/ here's a link directly to quiterss. Download the setup and run it, then just add the feed like in pic rel and fiddle around in options to suit yourself
notifications for new posts will show up as a popup in the bottom right of your screen by default
>>42248 >Be human on Copper-9 >Have to make a literal devil bargain with Post-Canon Uzi to keep you alive with her solver powers so that the asbestos doesn't fucking kill you >If it's too much effort she'll probably just let you die >Or shove your consciousness into a WD body
God damn it Liam
Human bros, it's over. No cuddle sessions with N or else you get lung cancer or something from accidentally breathing in the particles from outside :(
Did we ever get a designation for the black haired DD in the BTS stuff? Supposedly there's one who's W, but I can't tell if the Anon who posted that meant it about her or one of the other episode 6 DDs.
>You are Tessa's stepdad >You are vibing in the same room when Tessa points at the wall >"Spider." >"Hm?" >"Spider." >You follow her finger and see a spider on the wall >This isn't Australia, so bugs are easy to miss >You get up and catch it >Most people hate bugs and kill them wherever they find them but you have compassion for them >(Unless they are cockroaches, flies, mosquitoes and grasshoppers) >Their senses can't comprehend us and our designs. They are just living their lives >Because of your perspective and your demeanour, you always act to move insects away and to safety before people squash them dead >Tessa watches as you try to handle the spider >It runs across your hairy arm, tickling you >Then you bring up your other hand to pass the spider to it and prevent it from going under your sleeve >Tessa gets up and squeals >"You like spiders! Me too!" she says >Bless her heart, despite her upbringing and her current living conditions, she is a cheery girl >The spider settles on the back of your hand and turns towards Tessa as she approaches it >"You too, huh?" you reply >It is a mild relief knowing that Tessa has compassion in her >But then again it could be that she is a weird dork. In an endearing kind of way >"What kind of spider is it?" she asks >She is used to the more exotic varieties such as tarantulas, huntsmen, and the Other Mother that she used to sometimes daydream about moving in with >"It's a jumping spider!" you reply, almost proud of yourself that you know this. "I love them. They are fuzzy and stubby and they wear droplets for hats! This one time I caught one in a bottle and it would follow me around the room with it's eyes. They are very clever!" >It seems to Tessa that your praise is too big for a thing so small >Hell, it is so small compared to aussie bugs that she can't see anything >She gets her face very close and squints >"I can't see bollo-" >*Spoig!* >"AAAAAH! GET IT OFF ME GET IT OFF ME!" >Tessa backs away and starts slapping her face >She trips and falls down >"My hair! It's in my hair! Don't let it get in my ears! It will lay eggs in my braaain!" >"Calm down dammit!" >You pretend to pick the spider off of her >"There! I removed it! Calm down!" >Tessa gets up with tears in her eyes and runs to the bathroom where she sobs under the shower with her clothes on for a while >She doesn't sleep that night >For the following nights she sleeps with her ears and nostrils plugged, causing her to breathe through her mouth and defeating the purpose >Jumping spiders. They see. They jump. They are in your house
>>42513 >roll >get a character >write a one to two sentence green about them I think there are special prompts on the wheel too judging by some people's answers https://wheelofnames.com/nv2-fke
SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER >>13667 >It is the Post-Canon Good Ending >Both the 'current' AND original backups of N, J & V (amongst many others) have at last been freed from Cyn/Solver's grasp >When the 'originals' are inevitably given bodies of their own it creates a peculiar situation where both copies (DD & WD) exist simultaneously
>The way each individual Serial Designation handles or otherwise reckons with their clone varies >Both N's naturally get along swimmingly, with each instance enjoying every second spent socializing with their counterpart >Both J's meanwhile actively try to avoid one another, with what little time spent in one another's presence being a mutually awkward situation >And as for both V's...
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>A beautifully star-studded & cloudless night hangs over what remains of Camp 98.7 >After being all-but-completely destroyed in the midst of the second core collapse, and with the planetary WDF prioritizing their efforts elsewhere, the isolated campgrounds & desolated labs have effectively been rendered off limits to all but the most daring/adventurous of drones >This guarantee of solitude is precisely why the two V’s chose this place to serve as their go-to private hangout
>The duo kick off their regular rendezvous by catching one another up on their respective lives >WD!V mainly talks about her & WD!N's ongoing domestic 'Happily Ever After', with the two of them now in the final stages of building a pillbaby together >DD!V meanwhile talks about how she's finally started to rebuild her long-strained relationship with a particular purple gremlin >This casual back-and-forth goes on for quite some time, only to eventually segue into the 'Q&A' phase of these regular rendezvous
>The Worker goes first, asking a shockingly bold & personal question of her other half "Do you ever still think about being a ‘Mom’ someday?"
"Y'know, I'd be lying if I said it hasn't crossed my mind..." >The Disassembler hums to herself in soft contemplation before resuming with a playful smile "Who knows, maybe I'll give it a shot just to give your kid a ‘little buddy’ to hang out with!" >DD!V playfully elbows her counterpart, hoping to get a chuckle or smile out of her >Instead WD!V responds by remaining awkwardly silent, tipping off the Disassembler that something is bothering her Worker counterpart "...What’s on your mind?"
"I… I’m worried about becoming a mother." >Blushing from embarrassment, WD!V struggles to look at her copy head-on "I-I know how silly and stupid it must sound since it’s practically all I-...we’ve ever wanted, b-but what if I’m… just not strong enough to be a good mom?"
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"Heh, yeah… that DOES sound kinda silly." >DD!V beams a warm smile at her Worker Drone counterpart before continuing "But I do totally get where you’re coming from." "Hell, I can’t blame you; Between the responsibilities and the uncertainties I’d be terrified too." >The Disassembler takes hold of the Worker’s hand, causing the latter to at last look at the former directly "I may not know shi-...anything about parenting, but if it means anything I firmly believe that you're strong enough to be the greatest & most loving mother a kid could ever hope for!"
"R-Really?"
"Trust m-us, it may not feel like it at times but we are a whole lot stronger than we give ourselves credit fo-." >The Disassembler is interrupted by the sudden wholehearted embrace of her counterpart >A tentative moment passes before the Worker feels her hug being returned in force, leaving them both to cozily settle into a prolonged & somber silence
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>And as for both V's, they had at last found their peace
>>42520 Did I miss something? Im not too deep in thread lore but what I remember Jane left at the exact end of the solver war, in fact betraying her group is what gave the Solver the last few bodies in needed for total earth death or am I misremembering something
>>42463 You could absolutely 100% fix her, damage is extremely limited seein what could have happened, poor Alice almost got nulled a minute earlier. Broken failsafe means you wouldn't have to worry about causing fatal error by adding a new head/removing old one, and there are heads around CFL, if nothing complete then you can atleast reuse an undefined area of Alice's lower head area, but those shots are vague as hell. If you mean the other kind of fix, Alice is genuinely not very insane at all, so yes to that as well
>>42462 Saw it on ko too, but once again lovely work bro, I really missed such shotr Alice greens, wanna draw that one entirely but sadly life gets in the way so I'm forced to sleep inszead soon. Tomorrow night eill be even worse, gotta get out at 7 or so uah Still got a rough first panel done
>>42327 >Morning came. >Emily stretched herself awake. She didn't even have to *activate* sleep mode through her internal HUD. Laying down, burying her head into the suspiciously large pillow next to her, and curling her arms and legs around it was enough to soothe her to sleep. >There wasn't any mental turmoil to force her awake either---nothing to keep her core racing. There were no odd questions to disturb her late into the night. >Only peace and a sense of satisfaction filled her mind. >"Right, right!" Emily mumbled to herself as she reflexively rubbed her visor to get the fatigue lines under her eyes out of it. "The church!" >Emily hopped out of bed and completed her five-minute glasses cleaning routine (it was very important to do for a drone with such defective visual receptors such as she). She lay her Bible in her backpack, through it over her shoulders, and briskly walked out the door and downstairs. >Emily realized her parents were still asleep. Not because it was the weekend of course, but because she'd just woken up *that* early. It'd be at least two more hours until they awoke---until the clock struck eight. >Humans woke up early too, right? That thought permeated Emily's mind as she hurriedly made her way to the church. >She looked around shortly before spotting a black-as-pitch figure sitting in one of the pews. >"Wh-Who's there!?" She blurted out, reaching into her backpack and clutching her Bible close to her chest as if it alone would be enough to banish this figure (if it was even a *demon*). >"Emily?" A familiar voice called out. Adrian's voice. >"Oh!" Emily sighed in relief and slowly made her way to the pew. "Thought you were someone eeeelse-" her voice dragged on when she looked down at Adrian and saw his whole *body* was pitch black. >"Something the matter?" Adrian asked, looking up at Emily with pure white eyes---the sort of white that didn't have a shade or hue but just completely lacked *color*. >"You're *black*," Emily blurted out. >"I am?" Adrian asked back, looking down to see what color his hand was before realizing that Emily wasn't talking about *skin*. "Oh---shit!" Adrian said, those white orbs for eyes stretching on his face in surprise. >"What is it?" Emily said, curious to know why he looked the way he did. >"You. . . don't know about the Human-Anonymity Lines, do you? Y'know, those lines of code every drone get to make humans look like big shadowy blobs. It's. . . annoying, isn't it?" >Rather than find it annoying, Emily found her core unwillingly beating a pace faster at that knowledge (the knowledge that confirmed that this human wasn't wearing that full-body suit that'd separated him and herself so much when they hugged). >"No, it's. . ." Emily quieted for a second, but Adrian took that as a cue to slide to the right to leave her space to sit down. "It's nice you don't have to keep that on *all* the time. Doesn't it feel strange?" >Emily sat and Adrian gave her a nod. >"It does. Humans ain't used to that sort of stuff. We don't wanna just. . . hide away behind suits and walls and, well, *doors*---even if doors are the only thing keeping all of us safe." >"I like the doors," Emily answered, looking forward as she faintly swung her legs. "I don't like to hide though. Not from everything else. I'm not confusing, right?" >Adrian shook his head no. "Not at all." He chuckled. "You're straightforward, and that's admirable to humans. It's easy to be real complicated and all that, but just being honest? That's the hardest part of life I think." >Emily smiled. She was glad humans appreciated honesty just as the Lord did. She'd made it a point to be honest as could be no matter what, and she supposed that meant she'd have to fess up about the thoughts she had yesterday sometime soon. >"I like that about you," Emily said, not realizing how that must've sounded. Not yet anyways.
Part 6/? of True Faith. I don't know how long I'll make this green, but just bear with me here (and bombard me with critique and opinions).
>>42535 Negev's nightmare sequence would be interesting to see, probably just a shot of her looking at the massive Solverpede Uzi on the top of the skyscraper
>>42547 Speaking of Negev I've been thinking lately and I realized something, I've been having trouble forcing myself to continue writing about her; I know she isn't my character and one created by the threads through a small prompt and a weird birth green, but I feel like I have somewhat of a responsibility to this character now to make her grow, due to me mainly not seeing any other big greens aside from the two I wrote. Can anyone else relate or am I alone in this?
>>42551 (me) Forget this post happened it's just the sleep deprivation talking, I'm all fine and dandy, just stress from alot of stuff happening lately in life. As for Negev I genuinely love the character something about her just kinda clicked for me. Hopefully I'll be better soon, have a good one friends.
>>42552 I'm sorry to hear that it's a shared experience, I hope someone else hopefully becomes interested so you don't have to feel too overburdened? I don't know the proper word for it, but still. Have a good one friend
>>42557 Most of the characters in the "Labor bot production line cinematic universe" or whatever are mine, so I don't really expect anyone to write about my OC's for me. The "burden" is really that I haven't had the motivation to do anything despite strongly feeling that I should be trying to contribute to the thread.
>>42569 Thank you friend, though, I was only joking. The current Emily green isn't too long (Just finished the 6th part in this thread), though I think it'll probably end around Part 10, maybe 12 or 13 at most.
>>42591 But I need to take into account whether or not it's good or if people are even interested or if my writing will completely destroy what I built up and anyone who actually liked it will suddenly hate me as a result
>>42595 Fanart of a creature from a book called "Strange Animal Encyclopedia of The Future". It's basically The Future is Wild on crack. Good morning, btw.
You know I'm curious, how do you think Hope would react to JC? Assuming that she would be present as a ghost in his timeline as well. On one hand you have innocent friendly Hope on the other hand you have JC, a coldhearted literal corporate cutthroat that deceived his way ontop. Yes I know I'm talking about a character who's never had a real finished greentext
>>42624 > bugretta swallows the stick of dynamite > expands into a 4 foot sphere with 'BWOOMPH' and shrinks back to normal size > coughs up a cloud of smoke
>>42632 Oh I thought you were making a joke. The running gag is that Hope doesn't exist because her lore is that she was erased from existence by The Solver. You see Hope is the daughter of Butler!N and Maid!V, The Solver wiped her both from their memories and the plane of existence. So far she mainly shows up more like a ghost in the post-good ending timeline.
>>42649 >anon surrounded by hundreds of Oogis >he picks one up and throws them >they go weeeeeee >the other oogis stop what they’re doing and chase after it like a dog and tennis ball
>Playing the Disassembly Drone class? How utterly predictable Mr Bond >I cast hive jump and send my Alpha Oogies behind your lines >What will it be Bond, with you let my alphas drag your worker drone supports under ground for feeding or submit your DDs to attacks from the Big Boog
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>>42570 Other than lack of time to execute on everything (which is its own kind of suffering), I find it fine. Once you get over the hill of experience, things get easier and even problems/Hofstadter's Law lose some of the visceral rage and frustration they induced earlier.
>version of MD with no eldritch fuckery, just manmade horrors beyond your comprehension spawned by runaway capitalism >in the business world of the cyberpunk dystopia that is the world beyond the Copper system, humans are a middle manager caste because there are several categories of robot and AI who are just better at being soulless corpos than humans are >reluctant JCJensen troubleshooter Tessa Elliot has been a full body cyborg ever since a nearly fatal accident in a drone mass robo-grave as a young woman >as is not uncommon with the often-traumatized recipients of such a procedure, Tessa subsequently made a skinsuit out of her human body; the company promises psychological support for 'skinwalkeritis' cases, but in practice it's never forthcoming >even now, she desperately craves her parents' love and approval >"Um, Father, when you and Mother wrote me off as a lost cause and disinherited me in favor of Uncle Toby's children, I was hoping we could reset our rela- yes, hope in one hand, I know the saying, Father... No, the number they gave me for the support group was a wrong number. Some crypto thing, I couldn't tell anything beyond that. I called it again the next day and the number wasn't in service anymore. I told them, they still haven't gotten back to me with anything. No, nothing else is in my network. I am well aware of what I smell like, Father, I've been living with this for half my life now... Please put Mother on the phone."
>>42328 Very cute! I didn't expect to see Irma get something like this since she's a little underdeveloped at the moment. I like the idea that L would be the one to call H(imbo) 'Beefcake H' and her friend the 'twink H'. Seems like it's the sort of language she'd pick up. Kind of have a fever but I wanted to try and sketch it out a little and thought about how she'd actually react to another Disassembly drone. (what should I call this, non-canon fun short story? I'll call it non-canon fun short story)
>>42328 >>42690 >Osmium 4 >Irma is hanging out at the Maintenance department, waiting for orders >she takes a sip of the vending machine coffee >it often reminds her of humans, as the Mining Rescue Team she was part of had one man who was absolutely fond of the beverage >at times, he'd say if anything ever happens to his MRT job, he might just try and be a barista back in Tungsten 3 >sometimes, her team captain would joke that if coffee was a real woman, he'd marry her! >as she reminisces, a colleague of hers taps on her shoulder >"Deep in thought again, eh Irma? >"Ah, yeah. S-sorry. What's going on?" >"Welp, it's one of the lamp posts outside." >internally, she groans >("Outside... again?) >"I'm pretty sure the lamp fixture above is just fine and dandy, I replaced it myself a month ago. I think something might be wrong at the base. There's a couple of parts you can grab over there." >"Alright, I'll file in the report after I'm done." >"Right on, thanks." >she does her best to hide it but she does not like being outside of the outpost >even though the squad of Disassemblers that she's aware of are no longer pursuing their supposedly 'company-assigned' tasks, they unnerve her to no end >the sight of SD-B and SD- L, for the most part, would trigger an extremely strong reaction and drive in her systems to immediately run >little did she know, yet another is to make an appearance >grabbing her toolbox and the parts she needs, she heads out >"Hey Rob. I'm heading out to fix some stuff outside. Mind opening the doors?" >"Sure thing. Be safe, Irma." >Rob is a lot more pleasant as the guard who is stationed at the entrance, even if he talks very little >to this day, she feels angry just thinking about the drone at her former outpost who messed with their doors >she lets out a sigh >"Now's not the time to think about that guy... I go out. Look at the thing. Repair the thing and get back inside." >"...Please Robo-God don't let L be waiting outside." >walking outside, she looks around for the one lamp post that needs repairs >her green LED eye lights wanders about >seems like the evening is overcast, again >and cold, par for the course >thankfully, she does not notice any telltale sign of yellow glowing lights anywhere >a sign of the Disassembly drone she dreads very much >she notices the offline lamp post and makes her way to it, quickly opening up the external paneling as she prefers not to be outside long enough for the chance of SD-L spotting her again >once she starts analyzing what needs to be done during the repairs, she gets very deep in working thoughts >seems like there is a lot to fix in the base of the lamp post >... >"You there, worker drone. Hello!" greets a chipper voice >"Mmm... hi. I'm a little busy... Can I help you with anything?" >Irma's attention is still on the inside of the lamp post base, looking at which screws she needs to remove and which wiring that needs a change, which parts need replacing... >"I seem to be lost. This place is very different from Copper 9 and I was hoping you could give me directions!" >"Ah, my bad. I should state my name first. I'm Serial Designation H! Pleased to meet you!" >he extends his right arm for a friendly handshake >confusion breaks her thoughts >"W-wait. This is Osmium 4, not Copper 9." >"And you don't sound like H at all...?" >"What do you mean, lady? It's on my armband right here!" >as Irma turns her head toward the direction of the voice, she is greeted with the visage of tall drone >her systems immediately capture the yellow glow of his eyes, the sharp teeth in his smile, his unusual build, and the nanite-laced tail blade hanging behind him >"Y-you're a disassembly drone..." >"Well, I mean I suppose but-" >"ANOTHER DISASSEMBLY DRONE" >Irma shrieks and makes a break for it, leaving behind a very confused SD-H(imbo) >"Wow, she can sure run really fast!" >the sound of her scream attracts the attention of dumbsquad SD-H who happened to have books he wanted to return >seeing another disassembly drone below, he lands and approaches the tall figure >"Hey. Haven't seen you around before." >"Oh, hi! Name's Serial Designation H! How are ya?" >"... That happens to be my name. Uh. Was a worker drone with green eye lights just here?" >"Oh yeah, I just thought I'd ask for directions. Didn't mean to scare her but she ran off really fast!" >"... That's Irma. She's um. A friend of ours." >"Is that so? Well, if she's a friend of yours, I guess she's off the kill list then." >"... Glad to hear. Maybe you can come with me, my captain might be able to explain where you are and help you get back to... wherever it is you came from." >"Sure thing, lead the way buddy!" With that, SD-H(imbo) meets the captain of the dumbsquad and then she explains stuff. And convenient plot shenanigans allows SD-H(imbo) to return to SD-Bleep all fine and dandy. He even brought a few bottles of liquor from Osmium 4, courtesy of SD-B. SD-H remains humorless despite the odd occasion and SD-L pokes a bit of fun at her squadmate by calling SD-Himbo 'Beefcake H' and her own friend the 'twink H'. KTHXBYEEEE (i was kind of assuming SD-Bleep and SD-Himbo were on Copper 9, apologies if i got that wrong) (SORRY, FORGOT PIC, FUCK THIS FEVER)
>> 42500 I like it when what is discussed here motivates me to finish things I put on low priority.
Also if you are wondering why N is here, I kinda prefer to not have him die in the good ending of the timeline, the context being that Tessa got a grip before she truly went off in the deep end. Mostly to keep any supernatural stuff out of it as discussed here>> 41079.
>>42727 >DDs forearms are 3D printers >They can make any tool or weapon if the download the blueprints >J comes to you one night at the office >You are sitting on an office chair that can swivel and lean back >She says "You know, just because I am smooth down there doesn't mean we can't have sex..." >Her hand retracts but it doesn't come back out. Neither does anything else >Instead there is a hole that is pink on the inside >She does a presenting gesture with her other hand >"I call it my sleeve pussy. And it's aaall for you..." >J turns your chair, puts a knee between your legs and pushes you back so that she is over you instead of in front of you >Her back is arched and her tail moves like a whip eager to meet flesh >She exhales her hot breath against your face through her mouth >Drones don't breathe, but she put practice into emulating it for you >Her face then moves past yours >"You are going to love my new pussy" she whispers into your ear before gently nibbling on your earlobe
>>42777 It doesn't mateer, she's not actin like a hag, just look at her, good thing she doesn't really larp, so since drones don't age physically ther is no need to act old mentally. I'd say Alice age makes her even better, she's been a ZD for over 20 years already, just makes her all the more developed and interesting. May also have played a role in her being one of the most competent characters
>>42769 >>42770 >WD-AN0N peaces out, vanishing from this plane of existence to avoid having to be the rebound for the purple gremlin. >How foolish he was to do so hastily, as the caustic yellow flare of a giggling entity ripples and shimmers in the background.
>>42784 My main issues, are grammar and not having enough fancy word to write with :/ and i am ESL fag Every anons here can write for sure, but they have no confident with themselves .plus[heh] I am sure your story no matter how bad/bueno/or horny can be fun to read and write :D
>>42783 >drones don't age physically Yeah they do, unless they're continuously replacing parts with stockpiled/newly manufactured ones (which Alice admittedly does) or have Solver magicks. JCJ didn't design for longevity, after all. >ther is no need to act old mentally. Their neural networks could easily have a process going on that makes them mentally age into the equivalent of middle and old age. Like, drones had a short life expectancy before they were decommissioned/destroyed, and so nobody bothered to ask how their neural networks would evolve under the weight of decades of experiences and thoughts. The physical hardware would be fine, but on the software/information level there's all sorts of potential for malfunctions and slowing-down. Their lived experience already seems to occur at roughly the same subjective speed as humans' does.
>be oogi >outside looking for berri with Enn >suddenly there is a droning sound >shadows race over you as Vees fly overhead >they surround Enn, he giggles as they rub their Vee fur all over him >several Vees latch on to him and begin to lift him off the ground >Enn lets out a little 'whee' as he is sent airborne >you try to grab Enn by the legs but your oogi strength fails you and you fall to the dirt, dusty and bruised >one of the Vees returns to you and sticks out her tongue before flying back to the Vee hive >tfw no Enn >tfw no honeycomb
>>42784 I think it's some form of worldwide entropy, because nobody I know has any energy to do anything other than work, and only just that much. By 2028, all humans will be completely out of energy, and we'll all be stuck lying wherever we are, suffocating as we can no longer work up the effort to breathe.
>>42804 >>42805 >Naughty Vee flies down and stings the oogi, scurrying off in a giggle. >"Oogi no feel good" >Infinity_War_death.gif >Lego_Yoda_Death_Scream.mp3
>>42795 Physically I can see wear taking a toll after years, tho it all is replacable and the core's seem to have no wear from running at all, they too are pretty robust from what we saw, so since they are the one thing that cannot be replaced it's in the end up to the core how long a drone can live. >Their neural networks could easily have a process going on that makes them mentally age into the equivalent of middle and old age True, altho I think in drones' case there is no effect from bodily aging, so it's difficult to say how they'd develop. You have a good point, but don't forget that the singularity powered core seems to house their minds, they are not strictly digital. Still could age, but not in that way.
>>42816 >Doll's royce >Alice on Ju 88 times 2 or 3, antlers and reargun(*2) >Alice on He 177 turret >Alice on Do 217 Antlers and or tail >Alice bein held by anon >Pov of cuddling Alice >Do more on snowy Alice >Alice with that one handgun >Alice with Luftwaffe Drilling >Alice outside >Fall forest Alice >Sunset Alice >Fireworks Alice >Moon Alice and Beau >General Lee Alice >Alice on human >Alice in Emily
bootsanon here, sorry for anyone who actually wanted to see some stuff from me i kinda just fell out of the MD culture and episode 8 was a total let down for me, i don't know if there's even still boots lore fans in the threads but well here's something in the spirit of episode 8.
>We see a gaggle of drones gathered around a gambling table. >Boots. >Zeke. >Kat. >T.a.m.f.k >And a new drone sporting a beret. >Dealing for the drones was the blondie germie drone zosie, deck of cards in hand.
>"So you guys, i take it ya are handling a solver free world well?" She asked dealing out cards to each of them.
>Tamfk grumbled, Kat twitched an eye and the one with the beret groaned.
"Don't remind me Zosie, there's no more zombie drones but i'm still one myself now."
>Boots turned her head in shame. >"Ah don't worry papi! i'm sure you can get a new human body later!" Zeke stated with a card flecking him in the visor. (1/?)
>>42823 >Cards slotted around to each drone at the table, a full deck to each drone. >"You all know the rules to blackjack ja? Who gets to 21, or gets the closest to 21 vins the round! it'll be a clean game, no tricks or traps today!" >Zeke clapped his hands at the explanation.
>"Boots, how are you doing?" Tamfk asked.
>"Not the best, master's still upset with me for uh, eating him..." She replied. >The beret wearing drone simply shifted his cards into his hand, accidentally reflecting them off his visor.
>"Oh human! your numbers are showing!" Zosie said. "So what, not like there's anything to win." He replied, Zosie giggling at the rude statement.
>"hm hm hm~ maybe not a reward, but there IS a penalty, for extra fun of course" She countered.
"Which is?" He asked looking up, eyes going hollow at the sight of the double barrel pointed at him.
>A loud bang is heard, oil splattering on the table and flecking the drones nearby. >Each drone besides Tamfk screamed. >A bright blue glow resonated from his body, the blown open head reconstructing from almost nothing, him sitting back up, breathing rapidly in panic.
>"ZOSIE!!! We just got him back!!!" Boots cried out. >Zosie giggles "Oh... don't worry, i just want him to take thiz seriously, isn't that right, wade?" >The beret drone looks at her, but all he sees is another monster.
>>42728 >Mostly to keep any supernatural stuff out of it If it matters at all, my interpretation wasn't that N zombie drone'd a second time or took a deal, and more that Tessa brutalized him until she got tired and had him dumped without a care, and he was just barely clinging on to life for over a decade. Anyone but him would be totally insane by then. That being said, it's a darker take, and one I will probably explore a bit more myself. One poignant story and a funny one. I just need to wait for the stuff to come back to get me in the writing mood. Any day now.
So I finally have some time to write the Switch and Dirt green from last thread's roll since the guy who rolled didn't do anything but I have no idea how Dirt acts other than being a sex pest and a molester so what is she usually like?
The anon who made the wheel here, anybody ever manage to actually roll anon and on the next rendition should I add extra variants of Anon, such as WD!Anon and others?
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>>36614 >been walking for 8h now >Can’t really tell, so tired >City outskirts are long behind me >wind’s howling, visor fogging up, however the air filters aren't choking on the fine silicate particles >its slightly easier to breath out here >Makes sense, the further I get away from the pit to the core the 'cleaner' the air is. >Still toxic as shit tho >Apparently not toxic enough for these trees >Huge pine forests out here >Trees are thriving, they are so thick that no light gets past them. >While in these forests its like im in a tunnel >Somewhere behind these endless tangled trees there is a cosmodrome >Before, on a clear day, you could see it from the city >It towered over the wasteland, surrounded by walls taller than anything else around >Kat told me how she heard rumors that at night the facility lights up >is there work being done? Operational ships maybe? People? >She believed its just automated defense systems doing their thing >So, at least the place is secured, right? >last human civilization on this planet is that Russian outpost >they had rockets and spaceships, if anyone is still there that would be my last ride off Copper-9 >Unless... J did mention a ship, they had to arrive in one, maybe they- I can leave with one >Hope there is someone waiting for me there >But why wait for me? Im definitely not the hero type, just an intern in some other guy’s suit >The crunch of pine needles replaced the muffled sound of thick snow beneath my boots >snow outside the woods, but under the canopy, the ground’s just a mat of dead needles and frozen dirt >wind howling, but Im sheltered here, for the most part >Still cant see more then a dozen meters Infront of me. >Suddenly get startled by a loud sonic boom >Shockwave ripples through the canopy of tangled pines, shaking loose snow and fine silicate particles that rain down around me >the_fuck.mp3 >Sounds like a ship during reentry... >This sounds is followed by another explosion and then finally a crash that sends tremors trough the ground >Didn't see shit cuz of the trees, but it sounds like it fell relatively close to me, couple Kilometers away >Could it be a new batch of Disassembly Drones? >Hell what else could it be? >it's supposed to be day, but it’s dark as night under these trees >Hard to say while in this forest. They don't come out during the day right? >Equip my railgun to my hands, MP5 swings on a shoulder strap. >I should pick up the pace
>>42859 dirt is silly, outgoing, and flirtatious! you can base their behavior off pepe le peu or other "sappy" characters they are smart but easily distracted their speech is informal and often makes use of double entendres dirt is overwhelmingly sex coded so unfortunately that literally is just how they are lol
>>42879 >>42871 Wait, I think I see the communication error. I mean what Cronenberged meat thing would crawl out of human Nori the way her Cronenberged core crawled out of drone Nori.
>>42864 sorry to disappoint, but that part is behind us now. I just wanted to finish this story that I started. I'll write something new and original as a separate green, no point into cramming everything into one.
>>42873 >Be anonymous employee at JCJ corporate >Due to working overtime for 10 consecutive years you get to spin the JCJ reward wheel >Win a 15 minute unpaid break >You know exactly how you're going to spend it >Quickly run down to the subsurface access elevator and descend >Arrive at the production lines underneath the facility >Jumpscare the worker drone overseer and cause her to panic >She's never seen a human down here before and worries it must be something bad >Ignore her and run outside down the catwalks onto the factory floor >Loudly announce yourself to all the labor bots that you are in fact a real human being >You're practically an alien to them and they're incredibly curious about you >Get swarmed by hundreds of labor bots all touching you and peppering you with questions >The overseer is struggling to get them back to work but the horde is too big and focused on you >After your fifteen minutes is up you push back through the horde to the elevator and get back to your cubicle >Twas a break well spent >Get home and go to post about your experience on your favorite interstellar imageboard >Get an email from JCJ >It's a bill >Because of you the production line failed to meet their quota and all were disposed of, including the overseer >It's all coming out of your paycheck too >Check how much you owe >Only $1000 >$999 for the worker drone and $1 for the hundreds of labor bot >Twas still a break well spent
So how long do non-zombie drones need to go without human contact to develop sapience? Because Khan's talk of having his own period of wanting to kill all humans suggests he reached that point years before the core collapse. Where would he have even been that he would have gone that long without interacting with a human?
>>42892 I'd say it depends on the drone and their occupation. The way I interpret the adaptive programming thing is that the more unique obstacles a drone needs to overcome in their day to day work will determine how much the drone needs to think and this how such sapience it eventually develops. I think access to information also helps with that, allowing them to read or watch movies or anything of the sort.
>>42862 >been on the run for hours, feels like days >wasn't sure what I was running from first, but I didn't wan't to find out >unfortunately, by first guess turned out to be the right one. >while running I stumbeled across a part of the ship, now a buring wrecage >I must have gotten turned around in my terror >they’re close now >hear them, the hum of servos, the click of claws on bark >in the fog, just out of sight >they can zip through the air, but here the trees are too thick, branches too low not much use here unless they go straight up, but then the sun is still out, for now >see a yellow glow comming from the fog >Railgun in hand, ready for anything >almost anything >Is that J? But I killed her! Is this a clone? >a sleek, metallic, handblade gleaming in her dim light >She comes closer her movment unsettling and obsessed, not like before >Was about to remove her from my path when I hear a rustle to my left >Its N, the good-natured one >he’s not in it for the thrill. Just wants to finish the mission, bring me in >can’t even blame him, just following orders >I turn towards him, he evades to the side >instinktivly look over my sholder just to see another one of these Drones crashing in from the right >Another female one, looking apsolutely psychotic >Arms ending in, razor-sharp claws, comming in for a swing >did she not ge tthe memo? They need me alive, r-right? >she lunges, claws aimed at my throat >swing my body to doge while pointing the gun at her >slip and fall onto my ass >raise the railgun, squeeze the trigger >it sparking to life >the shot explodes through the forest >missed her, but clipped a tree >She misses me as well >fires up her wings, causing havoc behind her, circling back for another go >The tree I clipped starts toppeling towards me >I doge to the left >It falls on the place where N was >From all this comosion dust gets kicked up I can see even less now >While still on my ass start srawling away from here >feel something cold press against the back of my neck >J... she’s close, way too close "Intern... why are you running?" soft, almost playful >The cold blade slowly starts encuraging me to stand up. It escorts me to that point, never leaving my neck. >feel something cold press against my back now >no, not cold, warm, hot >I can feel her breath—no, not breath, just the movement of air from her systems—against my neck >a wave of intense heat radiates from behind me, even through the thick fabric of my suit >a shiver runs down my spine anyway >she’s pressed against me. >Hear the faint hum of her servos and the sizzle of snowflakes evaporating the instant they land on her. >Feel the waves of heat rolling off her >What used to be a blade are now fingers brushing against my neck, delicate, almost affectionate >I freeze >pulse hammers in my throat >for a moment, it’s not fear—just confusion >What is she doing?
>>42900 >her hand grips, but doesn’t twist, just lingers >Other hand tracing the edge of my collar like she’s savoring the contact >I feel trapped between her heat and the icy chill of my fear >her voice confidently breaks through the air "You know, effective drones were colned, and clones share memories. They are uploaded to the cloud. >She gently starts turning my body to face hers "Mitchell... you don’t have to run from me." >her words seem almost pleading, like she believes she’s offering me some kind of escape >there’s a sharp contrast between her heat and the chilling sweetness in her tone >I get lost in my thoughts, in here 'eyes'... only to realise there is nothing there. >Its a LED screen, theres no emotion. Right? All of this a clever simulation >"J... get the hell away from me" >it comes out weak, I’m choking on the words >the metal of her frame hums, vibrating with energy >I can feel the heat crawling up my spine, filling the space between us >her hand moves slowly, deliberately >her fingers trace along the side of my gas mask, metal heated to the point of searing >but she’s gentle, too gentle for what she is >it feels wrong >the way she touches, like she’s trying to be careful "I don’t want to hurt you, I mustn't..." >she whispers, her voice like a lullaby laced with static >she leans in closer >For what purpose? A kiss? Is this a trap meant to distract me? >the heat radiates off her like a furnace, making my skin crawl, sweat building under the mask "I’ve been watching you, Mitchell. I’ve kept you alive. I won’t let them take you from me." >her words twist something in my gut >Is this some Good Cop Bad Cop Bullshit? "I'm not like V, with her wild violent glee, nor like N with his cold practicality" >Her right hand moves to my nape while her left goes down my side "I can control myself, I care..." >It's almost like she thinks this is something more than a Snatch and Grab mission >I finally pull myself together, force my hand to move, swatting her arm away, it feels like slapping a live wire >I push myself aways from her, the heat of her body practically burning through my glove >step back, swing the MP5 into my hand raising it between us >her soft expression and posture quickly becomes annoyed >just stares at me, those unblinking eyes glowing too brightly in the dark >it’s unsettling, the way her gaze locks onto mine >it’s just a predator’s focus—it’s more than that >my fingers tighten around the grip of my MP5, but I don’t raise it >the warmth she radiates isn’t hostile, it’s... unnervingly intimate >"This isn’t real, J. You don't actually care, y-you are just here to acomplish a mission." >voice cracking under the weight of the moment >I try to move past, but she mirrors my movement, blocking my way but keeping the distance between us >"You dont really care, be honest with yourself" >her eyes narrow slightly, her expression shifts >her lips—why does she even have lips?—part in a slight frown, her brow furrowing >it almost looks like she’s hurt by my words "I’m the only one who’s ever cared about you. I could have let you die a hundred times, but I didn’t." >voice lower now, more dangerous >she steps forward, the ground sizzling beneath her feet >"Yeah because thats not your objective. Your job is to get me to that ship of yours and then let the Solver do who knows what to me. Im the one who survived, because of 048 and Iguess that majorly pisssed it off" >her hand flexes at her side, fingers twitching, not with violence, but with something else "I don’t care about what corporate says. They don’t matter. You matter, Mitchell. You matter to me." >"Oh yea? Why?" >I can feel her boring gaze lessen as she is thinking >but the intensity of her obsession is still very much palpable >her hand reaches out again, almost tenderly "I... it's hard for me to- Just come with me I promise I wont't let anything bad happen to you" >she whispers, her voice almost breaking >"I’ll protect you. If no one else will, its not the first time you are protected by a Drone" >there’s a desperation in her words, a feverish intensity that sends a chill down my spine despite the heat >"You’re not honest with me J, you lie." >my voice falters >my hand tightens on the grip of my MP5, but I hesitate >she’s a Murder Drone, that thinks it’s in love with me >She started believing her own lies...
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>>42901 >for a moment, the forest is silent >No hum of wings from N, no cackling madness from V >Just me and J, standing in the shadow of the trees >Actually no, theres definitely cackling madness >notice a rush of wind coming my way >Shit I forgot about the other one. >J did call her V, right? >I doge to the side >V comes crashing down into J while J just stands there like a deer in the headlights. >run for it >I head comation and sadend yelling "I’m more real than any of them! I won’t let them take you away from me. Not V, not V. Not Cyn!! They’ll never understand!" >out of nowhere N drops from up above, blocking my path >He spread his wings to cover more ground >>Sorry you aren't going anywhere- Did J just mention Cyn? >He heard what J was yelling and now became very confused >I dont have time for this >slam the butt of my MP5 into him >the impact jarrs him, snaps him out of thought >Take a step back >> Sorry I- got a bit lost in thought there. Thanks for snaping me out of it! Where were we- >Cut his monolog short by unloading my gun into him >he stumbles, eyes wide, not with anger, but with... hurt >>Oww, rude? >have to get out of these woods >the edge isn’t far now, just a little more >snows thicker ahead, trees thinner >Rays of the diing daylight shine trough the branches >they can’t follow me into the light >J won’t let me go that easy though >I looko ver my sholder >N is slowly standing back up again, wings out, flying low, trying to cut me off >V’s already tearing through the trees behind me, blades out, laughing like a maniac >Sprint harder, breath ragged in the mask >snow crunches underfoot, light filtering through the thinning trees >They’re close, so damn close >break into the clearing >reflection from the snow's glitter blinds me >Fall face first into snow >hear the drones stop just at the edge of the treeline >they won’t step into the light, not yet >turn back, staring them down >J standing there, eyes locked on me, that twisted, longing look >V fuming, claws twitching, swiching to guns >N behind her, silent, restraining V from doing anything stupid >they can’t follow >not now >Don't glee too much, just continue to run >Dont look back, dont say a word to them, just leave.
>see the facility off in the distance >its tall walls are just dark shapes against the setting sun >get closer, maybe 300 meters out >Floodlights turn on blinding me, sentinel boot loop lights flash at me from the wall, disorienting me >put my hands Infront of my face and dive for cover >suddenly hear loud, panicked Russian >"Визуальный контакт! К Бою!" >crap.jpg >shots fired in my direction >they must think I’m a Murder Drone >duck behind a wrecked car, snow kicking up around me from the gunfire >try to yeall at them but my voice is drowned by the gunfire >After a while the gunfire stops, wait another moment or two just to calm my sences >Gather the courage to peek out from cover >Meet a barrel of an AK staring me down >Behind the rifles men, in heavy long winter coats over orange hazmat suits, GP-5 gas masks on the faces.
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>>42902 >After this little incident the welcoming was quite warm >They were amazed that another human from elsewhere survived >Some of them were a bit suspicious >I had to explain my identity >Turns out Dr. Chambers worked a ot with the Russians, frequently came here to pick up test subjects >The Russians also provided personnel for the research >The guys win GP-5s and Orange Hazmants >The most famous of them was Dr. Ivanoff, the Containment Specialist >He developed the Pentagram Magnetic Restraining Device >They asked for their collages, I told them I was the only one who survived the mayhem >All that thanks to one of their Worker Drones, 048, Yeva.
>The outpost is a military facility, a bit run-down >machines humming, soldiers everywhere >They actually made a breathable atmosphere here, the air smells like metal and rocket fuel >I can’t shake the feeling I’m way out of my depth >Im so lucky that all these people are still here >Tho I would be lying if I said I wasn't concerned that none of them left yet >They explained that first the launch ramps needed fixing >Second, all the ships needed to be checked after all the earthquakes and the Cores semi-implosion >Finally, they just needed to grow enough suppling for the trip >They were planning on leaving all at once, no human left behind >Ironically they didn't know about me and I wouldn't blame them >They only managed to survive so long because of all their defenses. >When "Landing Pods" caring Disassembly Drones would come into the planets orbit they would track them and hit them with an AA EMP Beam, scrambling their navigation systems, causing them to crash-land. >This place also has Jammers all around so no signals get in or out >exceptions ar ethe SAM system sued to shoot down things that get too close, be it a landing pod or a Murder Drone. >"We developed this weapon in case JC ever tried to go behind our backs or cut us out. That’s how we ended up on this planet in the first place. We controlled the transport of goods, services, and had a firm grip on the information flow. Our operations were reliable and cheap enough for the board of directors to overlook all the privileges we enjoyed." >That's what the Old Commander of this cosmodrome would tell me. >I heard about what happened on Earth but I had no idea that these were the Drones that caused so much chaos there >The Russians dismissed them as modified Worker Drones, which they were. >"These aren’t machines built for war, just a rushed, sloppy modification by that Cursed Demonic Intelligence." >They told me the war at Earth was going relatively smoothly, until the Absolute Solver just decided its more efficient to dig to the core of the planet and split it in half >Some here think that that was the plan all along, the Murder Drones were just a sadistic pleasure for it, something to divert our attention from the real problem. >Either way he told me that Humanity is a lot tougher then the Solver expected. >Sure It did completely destroy the other 5 exoplanets CJ had operations on, but thats not everything >There are other smaller systems out there. >Places where CJs Robots aren't welcome, systems dominated by Labor bots and other smaller Companies >The plan here was to fly of to the Vostok Space Station Orbiting Jupiter >It's big enough to be self sufficient, and they are jamming everything there >Playing Dead, so that Solver Doesn't Intervene. >Word is that the coordinates of other Habitable but not yet colonized worlds are out there and we can find them, but we will have to go there in person first >"Time to leave this whole mess behind and start a new" >Its nice here, among humans again, I however will miss the drones >We're getting the ships ready, soon we'll all leave, off to better worlds... >Things are looking up, at least there's hope THE END Thank you all for reading, who ever did read it. Feedback is welcome. Idk If this is worth an upload to the Booru, not that I know how to do it either way. Special thanks to the Drawfren who did Combat Mitchell, as he's the mc in these Greentexts and its awesome to see him realized.
>>42903 Innuendo is indirectly stating something. Double entendre is more like a sentence having two meanings. Double entendre: >V is hot. This statement either means V is physically attractive or she has high temperature. Innuendo >I see that you're wearing a watch that looks remarkably like the one I lost last week. The person is saying indirectly that the watch owner may have stolen his watch. Innuendos aren't always explicit.
>Alice died right in front of Beau >He wouldn't let her death be for nothing >It took him a while to build a better body >But it was worth it >The good the bad and the ugly - Theme
>Fun Early Morning OC Facts: Deep within a highly secured case in JC's office is the same Branded Pen that was used to stab J, he holds it as some sort of artifact/memento. He's taken it out of the case once before to make good use of it's stabbing abilities
>>42942 You did not censor that chat well, it's transparent. You should probably delete >>42954 I don't know how but you certainly managed to make those images quite disturbing
>>42953 >JC would later go on to say that the Drone who called his mother a jobber is alive and well and is currently living far away in a special V.I.P estate >He would also claim that jobber meant someone who was a really hard worker and not at all an insult
>>42964 >spend countless days rewriting the story, learning to model and animate their own episodes while shamelessly including their self-insert Isn't that just the extension of the point the devil made? "They will learn from its mistakes and move on to create their own stories." Cuz that sounds like point B is just expanding upon point A. Am I missing something?
Hello writefriends and artfriends, I'm hoping you didn't stay up all night like I did. It's fucking painful being unable to sleep despite laying there for hours. Anyways, here's the OC Wheel, you remember the rules right? Spin it and write a short greentext Or if you want a long one I guess https://wheelofnames.com/nv2-fke
>>42977 Before I joined the threads I found a number of nice references of various SW ships and started modelling them for practice. The idea was that over time I would work towards a looping animation of a TIE Fighter chasing an X-Wing in the Death Star trench, leaning FX and stuff on the way. I learn by doing, see.
>>42983 >NTA If you need some help with T, I think it's worth considering that their creator said that anyone can change his origins/character due to them wanting to hand them over to the threads or some shit
>Harper knows about Copper 9 >She and the rest of the Sentinel task force have taken a vow of silence out of respect for the Drones there >Harper once sent a video of her playing a lullaby on a flute
>>42986 Look the wheel, T is different from T.A.M.M.F.K. T is a female drone that got a drawing from his creator, basic description of her personality, but no greens made, I wonder if the creator is still around.