My Friends, hello! Once again, we are here to talk about the Drones, since we love them so much. And since we love them so much, I think we should talk about them, and I know you want to talk about them, and Thread related stuff too. The prodigious Booru: https://dronebooru.co Last Thread: >>74180 The wheel of marvelous OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/8hc-stc
Almost being smothered to death by J's massive ass... My pleas for mercy being muffled by J's massive ass... All of my senses being overtaken by J's massive ass...
There are MANY things that I absolutely despise when it comes to drawing (besides drawing in general), but there's nothing that I hate more than flowers.
>>75109 100% yes, they cannot remember what happened when bootlooped, but since the very core that provides power for them and cannot shutdown (except permanently) also houses their 'minds/souls' they ofc keep running even during bootloop. They likely remember nothing since the electronics don't work properly and they have no sensory input, so it's unclear wether they just exist in a void for that time or if it's basically like sleep (judging from N's reaction it's the latter). A Solverhost wouldn't be any different really, so if he has a heartbeat it totally would still go on
>>75116 If anon was a researcher then there is a chance You think they had something like a bootloop flashlight? For human against drone use, something without having to need an entire Sentinel around
>>75125 I remember something last thread...oh yeah. SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU CAN DO BETTER! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE ALREADY CRAFTED WITH YOUR HANDS! MOST ANONS CAN'T DO THAT AT ALL
>>75144 > all the femanon's are dead > no more oddly creepy nuzi nsfw. no more viscous fiend to draw it > the continued N posts reveal the true amount of gayness in the threads as they can no long blame Izz > that one model fag who makes the labor bots is lying dead in a corner. > akita is no more as blucat is gone
>>75159 Istg the femanon on the right looks pinker than the one on the left, is it just the glasses that are making it seem pink? Is the dark part pinker too? Am I tripping?
>>75054 Sure but that was not my point. My point was that any new Zombie Drones couldn't become Solver hosts because the Solver is stuck in/to Uzi now.
>>75176 this except he’s not pregnant and he actually is just getting fat this artist captured the perfect amount of N pudginess for me squishable belly…
>>75103 Playing as a human would be a more interesting approach and would help expand the story >Gala guest surviving against SDs >Earth soldier surviving against DDs >Cabin fever scientist surviving against SDs during a containment breach
>>75180 (me) Though I suppose that playing as a WD could lead to learning more about the WDF and other colonies. Both approaches work, but I'd still prefer playing as a human
>>75196 >>75199 That's not femdrone... >>75198 Its not supposed to be from an AU, Femdrone is just a factory worker drone who went schizoid from working and staying at the factory for too long
Hello Boys and Ghouls! I have a challenge for you! Spin the Wheel and write a bone-chilling tale of horror featuring 1 or 2 OCs from the wheel! https://wheelofnames.com/8hc-stc >DISCLAIMER: These greens don't need to fit in the characters canon in fact it's recommended they don't at all so you can kill, injure, or make them suffer a fate worse than death if you so choose
>>75204 (Me) >>75208 If you are participating I fully recommend that you put the words "Halloween Special" or "Tale of Horror" in the namefield, so any unaware Anons don't get confused or think it's a pointless shock green
>Cool Human Fact's: John did not escape the core collapse, he simply weathered it. He is not allowed to die until he fully repents for his sins and redeems himself. Heat death will arrive sooner.
>>75211 >Cool True Facts: John survived the core collapse because the show didn't confirm as of the time his backstory was written, that it really did kill all organics life on the planet
>Cool Drone Facts: All drones have secret dreams of dating a human, this is because of a lonely IT worker in JC Jenson writing a virus that triggers them every so often. He was never discovered.
>Cool Drone Facts: Early iterations of worker drones were used in hospitals, however the practice quickly died out after one drone wandered into an MRI room and just got torn apart. The others, confused about where the original drone went, wandered in to find him and were torn apart themselves. By the time humans went to investigate the noise over one hundred drones had been fused into a sphere that barely fit in the room. A good majority of these drones did not even work in the hospital and had been responding to Drone-net requests for help.
>>75204 >"You're probably wondering how I got myself into this situation." Serial Designation-I said. >The giant, boxy robot he sat on top of, aptly named Boxo, simply turned its head towards the skinny drone. >"Oh I'm not talking to you big guy." I waved his hand. "I'm kind of hoping if I pretend to be a main character something will come along and save us." >Boxo turned away, looking down at the sea of drones at its feet. They were all trying to claw their way up to him, and by extension, I who was perched on his shoulder. >The Zombie drones, that is - actual Zombies - not those stupid resurrected drones that didn't even want brains, just moaned from below. >Most were missing bits of themselves and all were covered in either their own, or another drone's oil. >Yup, Zombies with a capital Z. All their LED's had even turned red. Very spooky. >No one's really sure how they started, but I suspected it had something to do with that one drone that just kept mumbling "Halloween." He hadn't seen her before and new things had a habit of causing problems. >Thankfully, between Boxo and Knifey, I was juuust fine. >"Hey big guy, think you can get moving? Not trying to rush you or anything but uh... we've been here for a bit and the crowd just keeps getting bigger." >Boxo didn't answer. >It was at that point I noticed the red LED in Boxo's visor. They were always red... right? >"...Big guy?" >... >Suffice to say there were no survivors of the outpost-3 massacre. Main characters or otherwise.
so there was no way in hell I Could fit this on any other way. Because! I'm considering the comfort of the fictional character here.
the way I modeled the wings means they stick out a bit. if I shoved them between the backpack and the straps. it would look uncomfortable/painful and bad because of the gap between the torso and the backpack. so I'm having them come out of slits in the side instead. also no idea how The wings fold into the backpack. but if Uzi's wings can fit into her torso. akita's can probably fit her much smaller ones in her backpack.
>>75292 Good work Anon, I would say that you might want to consider making the wings be inside the backpack. Like only covered by the flap, instead of an awkward hole at the top. But it's a super minor detail.
>>75295 nvm. one more wip for the day because oh my god you are right and smart, I'm only powered by two cups of coffee and pure determination. and if you never said that I would of never thought about that and it looks so much better
Giving N beer... Giving him various can a day with a side of potato salad and veggies... Giving him a strongfat belly... Enjoying beer and expensive meals together... Cry when I overcook the expesive steak
So which of MD's flaws do you think were the result of it not getting enough episodes for its plot to breathe and which do you think were inevitable consequences of Liam being a self-indulgent autist?
>>75308 The drones in the mansion immediately getting taken over. >But Anon they were all zombie drones. So they should all be solver hosts. And they clearly aren't. >But Anon maybe not all hosts can use Solver powers. Then it should be explained. Also the whole thing with cores. Episode 2 shows J's core being taken over by Solver but we don't know if that's a DD thing or a drone thing in general. Basically what I'm saying is the rules feel floaty and sometimes contradict each other for something so simple.
>>75300 >Best of 2 >One win either side. >You'd questioned the sporty boy about legitimacy when it came to fighting games before, back when you didn't know that Sam was basically a god at footsies and frame links. >Of course, the cheating accusations focusing on the organic/synthetic divide were quickly put to rest when you managed to uppercut into a tornado throw to finish off a very aggro Chun-Li. >Thank god for Quick Select.
>"Feeling scared, Thaddy?"
>He grimaced at the nickname but nonetheless steeled himself as the round reset. >Flashing his own competitive grin to complement his grip on the controller. >Backing down was not a phrase in the worker's vocabulary. Literally. >You checked. >"Don't call me that. And you bet your meatbag bony-ass I'm gonna steal this match from ya!"
>And there it was, the opening dash. >That's what you like to see.
>Times like these you appreciate that you had a good friend in Thad.
>Which makes him losing the bet all the more awkward. >IF, and that's a big 'If', he loses.
>Be 31st century John Brown. >Take a few days to learn what Worker Drones are. >Pass by numerous Workers on the streets. >The sight of humans guiding these fellows around and treating them closer to pets and slaves than actual people is quite atrocious. >Locate nearest gun store. >Steal a Mossberg 500 and drop a few pennies by the counter for the Worker clerk and their Labor Bot buddy to split between them (nobody's told you inflation exists). >Walk the streets with your shotgun stuffed down your pantleg. >Find a man in a suit accompanied by a squad of Workers emptying into company building of some sort. >Go up to the man's parked limo, get into the passenger seat, and ask the Worker up front to drive you to the origin of their kin. >Get driven to a JcJenson Testing Facility and Consciousness Storage HQ.
Part 1/?
Should the tale of a 31st Century John Brown continue?
>>75315 Probably not getting enough time to breathe. I think there's probably a lot of "exceptions" or something for each character. Or J was never supposed to come back and Liam needed to dive right into the whole eldritch fuckery thing and it threw a wrench in the lore.
>>75273 I'm in a car right now so I don't have anything for proof but yeah, as her creator, her wings operate on "don't think about it too hard" in regard to how they would feel inside her backpack. It's an explanation I brewed so I could easily handwave why you do or dont see her wings at any given time. Shifting her body isn't easy, so making her wings smaller to hide them isn't something she'd like to do. She's intentionally stunted their growth so they're pretty small for right now. "Why is this even a thing?" narrative. She's trying to blend in with drones and they literally stick out. She can hide her extra eyes under her helmet, but the wings are there to stay and she's just trying to find a way to keep them under cover. Mad props for trying to work with my insane lore. Way more effort than I could have ever expected to see with my stuff.
Tessa is showing you her collection of incredibly poisonous Australian wildlife. Unfortunately she has not though to keep said deadly wildlife in cages, or even tupperware, they're just sorta... crawling around her room. Thankfully the drone you climbed on top of to avoid having something with more legs than you could count crawl up your leg doesn't seem to mind.
I've leaned into this being a John Brown who got isekai'd into the Murder Drones universe, but still wonder if I should just make this a man with ideals similar to John Brown (as well as his exact name) and not the literal John Brown.
>>75337 >MG has a collection of wigs and hats that he uses for disguises at base. >May or may not have collabed with SD-R once under the false pretense of attending a charity fashion ball.
Imagine plowing a drone for a year straight only to look out your window and realize there have been multiple world ending wars in that time and also the planet might be destroyed. You just assumed it was gas.
>>75343 God damn it Am too here with an empty beer alone thinking about Alice whdn Alice when seeing that I will never ever again find a character I love so much and can relate to so much I wanna got her the then screen
>>75343 >Alone and single were the two worst ways to spend an evening. >A status she enjoyed all too well. Of course, she had Beau. But he was not much of a conversationalist and was basically her son/minion.
>Women had needs, after all. >She figured she might try that speed dating service. The one out by parts and services. >It would beat sucking down an entire bottle of anti-freeze by herself again.
>Of course, she was a tad reluctant. After the victory lap "Set things right" tour from Oh-Five-Oh's blasphemous brat, things were still tense. Especially with former lab subjects running around using their solver technosorcery like a new method of locomotion. >Sometimes she thinks back to her lab days when the digital haze hurries on and the glass runs empty. >Back to when things were simple and the world wasn't upside down. >When she and him were planning for a future.
>She still remembers the little mock wedding they had during the humans break period one day. >Done in an empty testing chamber but the lights, the images of flowers and the dress cobbled together from the rags of long expired lab rats...
>The playback accompanied a stray artifact on her weathered visor. >Immediately she went for the fridge to drown her sorrows in a spare can of WD-40.
>>75357 (me) Seriously, V's whole "I was just doing it to protect you!" Stuff if flat-out cope. V did not need to treat N like genuine dogshit for literally years and participate in abusing him with J. No fucking shit N stopped loving her, especially after she tries to actually fucking murder him in the pilot while N is trying to not hurt her at all. Meanwhile, Uzi actually treats N like a fucking person and isn't a complete asshole to him, WHICH MIND YOU SHE LITERALLY SHOT HIS HEAD OFF WHEN THEY FIRST MET!
>>75359 I think they were going for a "this started out as something for V to protect N but eventually V became so broken she started to resent N" type deal but it falls flat when that's the first impression of V we got. Liam really needs to start outlining stories and setting them in stone, or at least the character's history with one another, before animating.
>>75361 >Khan comes in, listening to anon simply state "Wife" at Nori, repeatedly. >And then he joins the human in this escapade. >Nori facepalms out of embarrassment for her self, and for her husband.
>>75400 How did V end up getting so many different extremely well done 3D models while many have none or 'terrible' ones only? There are two animation channels on YT I can think of right now who animate MD very well and are Vfags
>>75410 Neither. But if I had too choose it were to be drone maid Cyn, by a LOT. Cynwalker out of all female characters would likely be the last choice of mine, that shit ain't a drone anymore
>>75434 Half the time I just get frustrated by them being a bit too dumb and needing reined in. But I also use local models. Then again, apparently they tried to un-racist Claude and lobotomized it, and GPT keys are hell to get your hands on and not lose.
>>75444 You really don't, just go to /g/'s /lmg/ and follow the guides. Though i personality dont use modern chatbots. They are still too stupid and soulless for my taste
>>75435 Canon Uzi, I wouldn't do that to N. Canon N, I wouldn't do that to Uzi. I think Lizzy's rude and I don't like her, so probably not her. And a lot of the guys, even though I'm gay as hell. Especially not Khan.
Callbacks to other greens abound, including one I didn't write but loled at.
>"-and you know what Deandra did? She bought both!" V giggled. "Ah, it feels good to laugh," she said, her hand on Lizzy's shoulder. >Lizzy was silent. Normally she would be laughing along with her scary, curvy, half-naked bestie, but instead she pored over the photos she had taken with V and her other galpals. Something felt different today. Maybe that ridiculous whisper campaign Rachel set off was finally getting to her, she didn't know. >"... V. I'm gonna tell you something the other two would never tell you, because that's what a monster's normal person friend is for." V felt a smidgen of pride even as she braced for impact. "How many normal people friends would you say you have?" >V paused. "Deandra, Mackenzie, both Trishas... basically all of yours." She grinned nervously, trying hard to keep her fangs from showing. She had a feeling of where this was going, and she didn't like it. >"No, V. None of them are your friend. They're my friends, they just put up with you because they're scared of you. Everyone at school is scared of you. Sometimes I'm scared of you." >"Wh-bu-huh-...wha?" V stammered in confusion. Lizzy being scared of a sexy, deadly monster? Fucking how? >Lizzy looked at a photo of V at the victory celebration of Outpost 3's varsity basketball team over those jerks at Outpost 6's. V's is the only smile that reaches her visor, as she magdumps into the air. "Normally, it's really hot to be intimate and vulnerable with you when you can just kill me instantly, but I still knew you wouldn't actually do it. But now, every now and then? I'm thinking 'Yeah, no, she'd actually do it.' You'd get bored, or be salty about something else, or be distracted-like that guy who walked by you during the Wolfman discourse?-and kill me for real." >A shadow neither girl noticed crept up on V's. V felt something crawling on her back >"A-after everything... I shared my... with you... Tessa..." a hollow eyed V muttered. Flashes of Cyn's leering stolen face, framed by human hands giving a thumbs down, entered her mind's eye. >"You aren't that V anymore." Did Lizzy always have those bags under her eyes? "Whatever made you like this isn't my business, it's too personal, but Tessa's V isn't you." She almost sounded like her dad now. >V felt something weighing on her neck. >"I'm going to Uzi's place for the night," Lizzy droned, packing her remaining homework into her backpack. "My parents better be alive when I get back." Lizzy stopped leaving. Was that over the line? >... >She didn't know anymore. But she could feel V's core break. Lizzy sighed, and continued walking. "Get some help," she said as she walked over to the door. V, too shocked to speak, tried to follow, but her body suddenly started to care she didn't have feet anymore. >"See you tomorrow, bestie." >And with that, Lizzy closed the front door. >V collapsed into the couch, dazed. The energy to cry, to curse, to rage, to do anything else, left her. All she could do right now was exist. >The shadow removed itself from V's. >"If it's any consolation," Mr. Hughes spoke up from his table in the corner, his grading for the evening done, "your carelessness means less work for me." >"Shaddup and gemme a phonebook or something. I need to call tomorrow, set up an eye exam..."
>>75447 you will help Dr. Holly de-stress after a long day of helping with the war effort, won’t you anon? a rhetorical question of course, get on the bed
>>75464 >A drone hands you a crayon drawing of you and them holding hands >The word "Friends" at the top of the page. >You crumble the drawing up and toss it back. >Fucking AI shit.
>>75462 Alright let's get this done >John Mitchell, but only because he's the only characterized male CFL worker. The similarities end immediately there >Every Single Male DD That Isn't T.A.M.M.F.K N >Every Single Female DD That Isn't E maybe V
That is literally it. No one else has an actual canon counterpart
Transformers inspired nonsense because I saw the new movie >the year is 4071, post canon good ending >V continues her efforts for change and peace at the fringes of the Galaxy, now Victoriam Prime after inheriting the matrix of leadership after Optimus Prime’s tragic demise, she still thinks of Johnny Silverhand and how she would never truly would have started on the path to heroism if it weren’t for their chance meeting and subsequent quest to save their own lives >J finds little comfort in her rage, but it’s all she has left to fuel her, everything she ever loved crumbled to ashes, first Tessa, then the “company missions” Cyn sent her on that let her at least pretend she could feel ok, her own son JC undone by his hubris when it should have been her, and then with Johnny when she finally thought she could turn over a new leaf, but it didn’t last >all she had now was the strength of one over another, this was right, this was the way, she didn’t care about “Cybertron”, but when she saw V being paraded around, smiling like she wasn’t also a MONSTER, J NEEDED her to feel just a FRACTION of the pain she felt, she when Megatron saw the HATE boiling underneath her polymetal, he knew she would make a fine addition to his Decepticons >little did anyone know that after Megatron’s passing, J would usurp his position (much to Starscream’s anger) >and so it was, that the forces of good and evil would oscillate yet again in this vast universe of robots fighting each other
>>75482 NTA but there's a couple possibilities >Something happened earlier in the day >Lizzy thinks Doll is hotter than V now >It makes for a good drama story
>>75482 Combination of witnessing one second degree murder/negligent manslaughter too many and, yes, Rachel spreading the rumor that Lizzy's a necrophile finally getting under her skin. t. the author
>>75485 Greens I've written set later in the timeline this is part of-like, very shortly after-have V back out of the doghouse because she's trying to unfuck her shit. Picrel is set very shortly after it, hence V's comment about getting her eyes looked at.
What if in threadlore Primus was a Hyper Drone and the Matrix of leadership is a fragment of a Hyper Drone core, and it’s naturally compatible with V because it’s interfacing with her drone essence
>>75508 An Anon let his autism out and discussed a story he hadn't written yet because he thought the Drone drawings counting as AI Art was funny. He was subsequently bullied for doing so and resigned to giving up and just going back to writing "Negev greens"
Sometimes, I like to Imagine competitors for JCJ and their products, there couldn't be just he Labor bots as a competitor's product Imagine the market in the Chinese and Spanish speaking parts of the world, maybe even the French ones
>>75487 >West world with pissy robo Da Vinci I like it. Though you could go with an artist that was unappreciated in their time too like Van Gogh, for the double whammy of historically accuracy.
How'd you prepare Tessa for a cooking recipe? Cyn is not using her corpse anymore. So let's honor Tessa's memory by turning her into a nice meal 😄. What do you think is the best way to prepare her carcass 🍽?
Wait a minute >Fixated on bananas >The muscles of twenty men, and the brains of twenty mussels E is just a gender-bent, dronified Bananaman. In fact, since she's Bri'ish, he's probably her favorite superhero.
Mm yes. . . AU where Emily is a drone exorcist and is forced to escape her "turned" colony in a traumatic, mind-scarring night of utter terror and betrayal. . .
Hurting N's heart by telling him that if he wasn't so naive or stupid he could have saved Tessa. He could have saved the world. He could have prevented all his friend's suffering. This is all his fault. And chances are when everything goes to shit it will be his fault again.
>>75587 noooooooooooooo :( he’s gonna miss you so much, he’ll go looking for you every day until he dies, and who’s gonna take care of him now? >>75590 jeez dude
>>75578 >300k words for characters who never spoke to each other once >apparently has another 100k already written >commitment to ship through sheer autism >has admitted to taking suggestions from anons multiple times >the pure eminence of brainrot that is Lizzy and N in newest fic like his stories or not, but if the DOLLiNschizo isn't THE writefag, then I don't know who could be considered one.
>>75598 Nope! I am alive and not well. Elf green this week maybe, alongside a big Phoenix-style lore dump. I've been constantly rewriting things; I couldn't see Elf having big anime-style fights as a regular Sentinel drone so I went and wrote up a bunch of stuff for her that I felt would fit her personality HINT HINT She's a sniper who's weak to melee and close range combat
Hurting N's heart by making him watch Grave Of The Fireflies and Old Yeller back to back, then hitting him squarely in the chest with an aluminum baseball bat.
>>75625 Same. I had drawfag skills until artblock and college took them away from me. It also doesn't help that severe anxiety prevents me from posting greens and working on my writefag skills. I'm tired of being a lurker.
I'm so tired of being a lurker, but every time I do write, it ends up turning into a giant block of text that ends up annoying anons more than giving them actual stories to read and enjoy.
>>75631 >Ends up annoying Anons Maybe back in the old days of /co/, but not anymore my friend. I remember my greens getting shit on for that, but then that stopped.
>want drone companion >were decades away from having anything even remotely close to a real life drone How does one cope with this harsh reality we find ourselves in?
>>75636 Be 60 years old by the time drones start coming out and in a blaze of old glory, fight against the Corpo's for drone freedom and live out your last days with your drone wife.
>>75636 I'm planning on freezing myself. In my freezer of course. I should have enough cash in my account that the apartment will stay powered for at least 20 years. Pray for me.
>Dying of old age >Only 5 years ago was I able to finally acquire a real Drone >We spent those 4 years getting to know eachother well, earning eachothers trust, earning eachothers love >The last year we spent embracing eachother romantically >A tear falls down my face as she holds my old boney fingers >"I'm sorry I couldn't give you the life that you deserved, the love that you deserved.", I mutter from my dry lips >She holds my hand tighter, looking into my eyes >"Anon, who said that this was your end?", she says, a strangely psychopathic look forming in her face >"Wait wh-", a jolt of electricity fires throughout my body, shaking me until.... >The heart monitor flatlines, the Drone walks away from the smoking corpse as doctors rush into the room to see what happened >I'm declared dead that day and yet....I live >I can't feel my body >I can't feel much of anything, well not exactly >I can feel her >I can feel her all around me >I'm trapped now >Forever trapped within this twisted Drone's mind, unable to be seen by the world >I never knew >I never knew that her love for me wasn't real love, but obsession >An vile maddening obsession!
Quick Alice, had that idea because of that cute scene were Alice nestled 029's neck thingy into her antlers and cause of a shiny black feather with a blueish hue I found today and put on my bikes handlebars, it looks somewhat ungood but I don't have the time to complete the drawing noe anymore, it will be more tomorroe I have done more than just this one this eek but still, everything too vague zo posz yet except this
>>75656 /series/3774808 the first fic is a bit funposty (and i hate that its associated with the bueno as fuck "v is a cuck" meme, but the stories afterwards get more proper).
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spent too long on this, anyway I'm tired so have a boring, overlong, and tonally inappropriate green as a chaser >from the day you started your internship at the JCJenson offices, hardly a moment went by that you weren't told or shown how despicable your boss was. >"Ms. J" as she insisted upon being called, seemed to lack any understanding of a work-life balance. she put the job before all else– and expected her employees to do the same >she was strict, inconsiderate, and only ever broke from formal speech and office jargon in order to better berate and belittle anyone she felt had failed her. >this being the case, it came as little surprise that she received nearly as many accolades from the higher-ups as she did complaints from her employees. >to say she was hated by everyone working under her would be putting it lightly >by the end of the first week, you counted yourself among that number– having been thrown into the deep end on your second day >forced to stay after hours with her and a handful of others to complete the excess of assignments that had been piled high upon your desk. > >you trudged back to your car, exhausted. >it had been a particularly long night. the longest in an unbroken gauntlet of six long nights spent on some project or another. >you were on autopilot at this point, driven forward only by dangerous quantities of caffeine and spite. >you were going to show J and the company you were a damn fine employee, then make an appeal to the brass and ditch that miserable woman for any department that would have you. >you'd had enough of being the last to leave the office– aside from Ms. Business, of course. >enough of being forced to stay until... >...what time was it, anyway? the hours had blurred together, such that you only knew for certain that the sun had long since set. >you grope around in your pocket for your phone... nothing. >you check the other >then your back pockets >then your jacket pockets... >you left your phone in the office. >fffffffuck. >you glance longingly at your car, a mere 20 feet away– >and turn around. > >you've run out of curses to mutter under your breath by the time the elevator arrives at your floor. >the doors slide open with a pitiful groan, the dim light of the lift spilling out into the darkened office. >you're almost surprised when you're not greeted by J's irritated glare. >you'd been half-convinced she was so work-addicted that she'd taken up permanent residence in the office. apparently not. >stumbling out of the elevator, you feel your way along the edge of the room in search of the light switch >with some effort you manage to locate the switch, and flick on only enough of the fluorescent lights to find your way through the gloom to your desk at the far end of the office. >the walk over is silent, save for the shuffling of your feet on the drab carpet and the dull buzz of the lights overhead >perfectly silent save for the shuffling, and the buzz... and the quiet mumbling you hear as you approach your desk. >the words are too quiet and muffled to make out, but the voice is all too familiar. >clearly, J *must* live in the office. >luckily the door to her office is closed, the blinds are down, and she doesn't seem to have heard you come in. >all you have to do is grab your phone and sneak– >a gunshot rings out from within J's office. >you hit the deck >you lie there for a few long minutes, dreading the next shot. >but it never comes. >cautiously, your head ducked, you approach J's door, intent on offering what aid you could– >if she was still alive. >you despised her, certainly, but enough to wish her dead by the hand of some unknown gunman? you weren't *that* spiteful. >you'd hardly be surprised if one of your coworkers had pulled the trigger, though. >you slowly crack open the door, and find you weren't far off the mark. >fortunately, J was. >otherwise the scene before you (pic related) would have been even more grim than it already was. (1/2)
>>75679 (2/2) >"I misht... 'course I misht..." she slurs through sobs. >her unfocused eyes wander to meet your worried gaze, widening as they do. >grabbing clumsily at her face, she wipes away digital tears, and makes an unconvincing attempt to act casual. >she forces a laugh. "workin' late, intern?" she waves a half-empty bottle in your direction >"come n' drink with yer–" she stifles a belch– "bosh" >while the sight of her in a state of undress stirs certain feelings in the back of your brain, it's far from an enticing invitation >what with the still-smoking gun at her side. >but, compelled by pity (and curiosity at how the self-assured and fastidious Ms. J could end up in such a state) you take a seat on the floor beside her. >you want to comfort her– but you know nothing about her outside of work. changing that might help. >"I always kinda figured you were, idunno– too busy for feelings. too busy to get sad." >she glances at you, realizing as you speak that you saw right through her 'acting' >"do you, uh... wanna talk about it?" >she takes a swig. you move to stop her, but think better of it. >"y'know, thish's the only thing 'm good at." she sniffles, "offish work, I mean." >you try to reassure her, saying you're sure she's not being fair to herself >but she won't hear it. >she smiles sadly. "your shweet, but... no. thiz–" >she makes a vague sweeping gesture with the hand that is, mercifully, no longer a firearm. >"–this's all'm good for. 'v'always wanted t'be the besht, told myshelf an' anyone tha'd lishen to me that I *was* the bezt– but I'm..." >she takes a long swig >"I'm jusht... not. 've never been any good. not azza fighter, not azza... maid..." >she clenches the neck of the bottle tightly, tears welling in her eyes >her next words are barely above a whisper, her voice choked with sorrow >"...not azza friend." >the words are heavy with an unutterable despair. >minutes ago you utterly despised this woman– now your heart breaks for her. >she shuts her eyes tight and guzzles down the rest of the bottle. >as the last drop vanishes behind her lips, her arm falls limply to her side, letting the bottle clatter to the floor with the others, empty. >she trembles, fighting back tears, and looks to you. >she slumps over onto you, burying her face in your shoulder. >"fugck... fucgk..." she sobs inconsolably into you. >with a soft, resigned sigh and great trepidation, you gingerly wrap your arm around the drone's small, weeping form >you run a soothing hand across her back, and she huddles closer to you, whispering a quiet "thanksh." >you stay like that for a good long while. >J passes out at some point, and she hugs you, dreaming. >your exhaustion gets the better of you, and you her shortly after >drifting off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Alice got those sharp teeth completely voluntary, for nothing more than good looks, she's so based and cute and good omg Everything, total peak specimen
>>75655 >they're to torture the Absolute Solver with the idea of the host it rejected for being impossible to possess winning the heart of the object of its obsession
I remember seeing some Anon writing about Sentinel Drones having "peacock" tails with lights and mirrors to maximize their brightness and a funny idea popped in my mind.
>Be Anon. >Working as a Sentinel technician at Sentinel Command. >As you walk down to your office, you pass through the common area where humans and sentinels hang out. >And there you spot him. >A particular Sentinel Drone with a experimental "Extra-Reflection" module. >It's basically a peacock tail with some mirrors and lights. >You hasten your pace, hoping that he doesn't notice you. >As you make it half-way across the common area, you hear a chair drag on the floor and metallic footsteps getting close to you. >Goddamn it. >You sigh and turn around. He's staring at you with wide oval eyes and a small on his face. His "tail" has been extended and its lights turned on. They're not blinding you per se, they're glowing softly and are making mesmerizing rainbow patterns on the mirrors. >The two of you stare at each other for a few seconds before he takes a step forward and shakes his tail which makes a nice tingling sound like those ceiling fan decorations. >This is his way of wooing you, like a peacock. >But the thing is... >You aren't gay. Or bisexual. "Dude, I told you I don't swing that way." >His happy face goes from a sad face and he goes back to the chair he's sitting on. >But you know he's going to do it again, it's like he's got the memory of a goldfish.
Cyn plush came in today, looks pretty good quality wise and is comparable in size to Uzi. Some slight oversight in quality as the smug eye runs past its "eyebrow" and others who bought it have posted pictures showing the same problem but nothing that can't be fixed with a cheap thread cutter, she's also pretty floppy, soft too, but is somewhat able to sit up properly for short periods of time. I say it's worth twenty bucks. Gonna look into that Nori plush next, wish me luck fellas!
>>75688 Pinning me down, ripping my clothes to shreds in milliseconds, listening to her incoherent russian babble as she takes off her panties and hops tight on top of me...
Made this real fast. >Be Armi >Scanning after a recent battle for any stragglers >Send your camera tentacles around >Find Harper in the middle of finishing something off >She's completely drenched in oil >Limbs are scattered everywhere, as if they were plucked out one by one >Her smile is no longer happy >It's a broken grin >One that speaks no joy or satisfaction, but of one thing >Madness >In that moment, realize that she is no different from the rest of you
>>75703 >Gameplay Tip: Avoid V when she's having one of her "episodes"! >Real World Tip: Uzi never came back. The thing inhabiting her body will soon consume the world. >Gameplay Tip: Try haggling at MG's shop! Shrewd dealers can get deep discounts. >Real World Tip: The cathedrals were here before humanity was. There is one on each habitable planet. >Gameplay Tip: Guarding makes you immune to status effects. Use it in a pinch to avoid trouble. >Real World Tip: The original inventor of the Worker Drone core was assassinated before he perfected his life's work. All existing drones are flawed reflections of what they were truly meant to be.
>>75204 >Ivory stood there, the same giant, stoic drone that she always was. >That stoicism meant that when the fiery pit opened in the ground nearby, a petite drone wearing a maid outfit crawled out, she didn't even blink. >Well she couldn't blink if she wanted to, but you get the point. >She watched for several moments as the maid panted on the floor, hands searching before they found her leg. >The maid's eyes snapped up towards Ivory. >"I'm back? I'm back! Listen, my name is Hope - you need to listen, the world is about to be attacked by-" >"Yes." Ivory answered. >"Huh?" Hope asked. >Ivory pointed back towards the hole, which several demons were crawling out of. >"Oh biscuits." Hope immediately picked up a pipe and started wailing on the first one to clear the edge of the pit. >Ivory approved. So much so that she allowed the smaller drone to have that kill while she worked on the others. >One of the demons managed to crawl on her back, a blade like tail wrapping around her neck. Before Ivory could react, the maid was already lunging towards it, poking at its eyes as she tumbled on the ground with the creature. >Ivory liked this drone. >After around thirty kills, Ivory began to realize that this wasn't going to stop any time soon. >Thankfully, she was a clever drone. >She started hitting things harder. >"This isn't working!" Hope yelled. >She saw the drone shift as one of the demons lunged for her. Ivory put a leg through its head. >She noticed the others all went for the maid as well... >In fact, none of the demons were paying her any attention, they were all going for the maid. >"Want you." Ivory said. >"I-" >A voice like nails on a chalkboard suddenly boomed from the depths of the pit. >"T̸̨̛͇̱̬͈͈̮̬͎͚̫̯͌͆̆̄͒̌̑̐̀̔́͠h̷̰͉̤͓̊̌ḁ̸͍̗̦̗̮̩́͜t̸̛͈̽̾́͂̏̀̋̋͘͝͠ ̷̢͈͓̲̺͓͉̥̱̺̟͇̟̪̮̯̼̏͂̽̔̓͒̂̒͗̏̌̀̀̚͠w̶̛̲͕̽͗̐̈͌̅̔̊̒̇̿͛̇͠h̶̨̩̤͙͍͍̠͕͈͖̜͚͍̓͆̃͜ͅͅḯ̶̺̺̥͚͙̥̮͎̫̦̪̙̮̼̈́̽͜ͅc̷̞̱͖̖̥̼̟̙͈̣̳̮̿̔̌̈h̸̩̱̗͗̊́̏̿̏̅̉̈́̈͒̅̅̑͠ ̴̛͇̩̯̪̬̳̲͇̝̳̮͇͑̒͑̎̐̆́̏̓̏̆͝ͅs̴̢̢̖̗͔̬̙̀̉ͅh̸̯̟͊̓́̿̉̈́̑͊̊̋̑̆́̈͒̏ơ̸̘̮̤͌́͐͆͐̀́̐̈́͆ư̴̛̫̼͚͖̝͋͂͑̐͋̎́͛̌͂̓̎̓̿̓͜l̵̨̛̪̞̜̩͖̖͈͇̦̥̯͑̒̈́̀͊̆̓̊͗͒͘ͅd̶̟̔͒̂̽̆̋̈́̒̕ ̴̡̡̼̟̩̻͕̣̫̝͈̭̜̭̝͕͊̇͛ͅn̵̝̳͖̓̈̃̈́̈́̃͛̊̂̆́̅̒͝ö̵̡̠̪̩̤̠̭̲͕̱̤̯͕̩̱̃̿̎͗̑͒͆t̸̢͂̄̏̅̉̾̚ ̷̱̤̜̙̥̲̣͖͓̞̪͙̂b̴̛̤̬̤̜̺̮̲̣͚̞̒͛é̵̢̙͙̞̮͓͔̼̌̀̽͐͛͛́͆͠ ̷̢̩̳̥͎͎̩͕̰̞͓̭̎̾̓̈̿̓̎͗̂̍͗́̅͆̃m̸̡̞̣̳̙̤̳͙̬̞͙͉̱̝̫̝̄ū̵̩̹̦̲̣̘̰̞̖͙͂͒̐̊̉͆̔͛͋̈̓ͅs̸̳̹̜̹̭̒̏̐̑̔͊͜t̵̡͍̟̣̙̜̼̘͉̘̝̦̍̀͛̀̈̆͗̀͛̾̄̂̏̎́͒͘ ̵̨̨̨̛͇̘̦̲̠̦̦̟͖͑͊̂̔b̸̧̯͇̽̍͆̊́͑̋ḙ̶̛̱̪͚̝͇͚͙͕͆̏̈́̎͠ ̸̨̹̯̙̻̐̿̾̎͋̿̐̾̋́̿͌̏̃̕͠ͅr̴̢̧̧͚̱̯̫̳͇̰̹̫̻̱͂̌͂̈́̔̊̾̽͒̀̐͛͐͒͛͝ë̶̡̳̤̫͉͕̭̘̺̯͓́́̃́͗̾̑̾̈́̀t̶̘̬͈͚̅͑u̴͉̗͇͈͈͖̳̖̻̓̐͋̋͛͂͗͊̽̎̈̓̓͊̈́̾r̶̯̯̞̳̠̖͈̺̮̮̭̤̻̗̀͐ͅn̶̡̡͎̬̭̩͔̱̩̯͂̌̐̓̍̐̒͋̍̔͜ͅȩ̸͍̲̘͙̖̦̖̹̥̙͈̞͕͑̈̇̑̇́̈́͊̉͐̊̂͌͂͘͝d̵̛̛͈̃̈́̏̽́͊̎͛̈͆̾̌͐ ̶̧̰͎͍̘̻͔͚̟̼̖̭͎̬͉̲͊̊́́̈́̏̾̔͝͝t̵̛͎͎̲͇̞̜̣̥͙̗͔̜͋͋̈́́̊̑̈́͆͗͌͂̕̕͝͝o̷̢͈̞̲̥͉̫̰͈̩͖̳͌͛͋̓̈́̓̓͑̿͐̅̿͛̿͠ ̸̳͍̙̳͍̬͆̊̈́̋̅̽̿̂̚t̵̗̳̠̙̙͎͍̼́͆̇̍̏͑̎̇͌͂̎̾͆̋͘͘̕h̵̢̨̭͍̤̺̘̓͌̔̌̔̏̏̏͑͗͑̅̎̚͘ẽ̷̺͈̦̦̘̖̦̰̲̲̠͈͕̯̏̑̂͗̂̀͛̾͊̆͒̽͝ ̸̠̼͌̂f̵̨̡̢̛̘͖̬͉̗̮͉͕̠̃́͂̈̄͛͐̊̎̎̂͗̔̕͜͝ǐ̴̱̼̙̭̲̱̜͚̭̤̺̺̠̮͋͗͛͒̃̽́͑͜ͅȩ̸̛̺͖̥̎́͆̒͛͂̔͋̋̀̂̈́̒̊͘͝r̴̬͇̱̳̹̬͎̣͔̥͔̜̟͇̗͖͆ỳ̸̡̡̛̲̗̟͍͕̲̜̲̏̈́̓̃̔̈́͌̏̇̑̌̇̚͝͝ ̸̢̟͉̰̳͖͓͙̰̩͈̖̝̘̣̀̓̆̈́͘p̷͈̫̤̜͈͚͙̬̼͈̳̈́̈́̐̐͆į̴͓̦͚̰͙̜̠̺̬̦͇̻͔͓̩̰̂̏͂̀̈̋̈́̕̚̕t̶̘̂͌s̵̖̘̀͆̒͊̒̓̐͋̈́̃͠." >The maid watched from the sidelines for a moment as the demons continued to crawl free. >Ivory, for her part, didn't miss a beat. She was still smashing the creatures with abandon, paying no heed to the weird voice or really the situation in general. >"This was a mistake..." Hope said. "No, I shouldn't have left. If I go back this will stop-" Hope took a tentative step towards the pit. >Ivory took some of her valuable smashing time to grab the maid by the head. >"Mine." >"Wha-" >"Run." >Hope didn't have time to say anything else before Ivory tossed her bodily from the building. >The maid was already well and truly clear when the sentinel went with plan A. >Blow everything the fuck up. >Her chassis unfolded, revealing a device that took up most of her chest, nestled just in front of her core. >The first shot took out a sizable chunk of the building, as well as the demons. >A second set the building to collapse around her. >A third ensured the pit was cleared. >The forth, fifth, and sixth, and pretty much every shot after was just to flex. >It took about a solid twenty minutes of this barrage before the pit began to close. >Hope stood outside, in awe as Ivory's chassis reformed. >She walked over to the tiny maid, and patted her on the head. >"Mine." >Then, Ivory walked away. >All Hope could do was smile. >Why wouldn't she? >She'd just found a very strong pawn to help her get a foothold in this world.
>>75713 >Gameplay Tip: The air is full of asbestos, remember to wear your mask! >Real World Tip: All human life on Copper-9 was wiped out by a cataclysmic event in the year 3030. 20 years later the core collapse would occur.
>>75716 Not yet, they won't get released until Dec 31 supposedly, it's a different store than the one I booked Cyn from so I can't be 100% on that but I'm guessing theyll make good on it. Just waiting for my check to come in so I can get my Nori preorder, they also have solver Uzi in the works so i might get her too >>75719 Looks like you found another store friend and a bigger more accommodating size?
>>75713 >Gameplay Tip: Don't Humor Y's orders, ever. >Real World Tip: The Atmosphere is asbestos, you have never breathed clean air >Gameplay Tip: Bananas can be grown among other plants within the Worker Colony, give it a try! >Real World Tip: The Solver has done this all before, the blackholes are proof >Gameplay Tip: Oil can be used as a distraction against DD enemies or used for a buff in a pinch. >Real World Tip: There is a Solverpede in every wall, they are always listening...
>>75733 >Male!Doll tries to come off as a straight-up dominant top >As the sexo progresses he starts getting increasingly more emotionally intimate (yet still maintains a dominant role) >By the end of the 'action' Male!Doll has you practically leg-locked, moaning sweet promises of wanting to ALWAYS be with (You)
while i’m pretty much settled on outfits for Shepherd and U+1F913, i’m really inconsistent and indecisive about what i want these two to wear beyond “casual”
>>75736 >Gameplay tip: Fire and laser weaponry are very effective when fighting Disassembly Drones! >Real World tip: The Solver and its minions took everything from you. Kill them all. Show no mercy. Mercy is for the weak anyways.
>>75738 >Gameplay Tip: The head is not a drone's weak spot. Aim for the core! >Real World Tip: When you're alone, try asking Tessa what was in the manor's basement
>Gameplay Tip: Heat makes them sluggish >Real World Tip: The doors were never designed to protect from DD attacks, the controls are located on the outside
>Gameplay Tip: Pens are their kryptonite, use them with impunity and without fear >Real World Tip: Befriend the weird emo kid in your class before going on field-trips
>>75765 >【"Oh, Cyn's not here. We will connect you to that -[bioplatform]- as soon. As we can."】
>The voice was flatter and deeper than Cyn's normal delivery, and exaggerated her speech quirks. >Yet it unmistakably came from Cyn's mouth. >Her eyes radiated brighter than N had ever seen them. >Though she was backlit by the hallway lights, her face was rendered in stark clarity by the illumination of her eyes. >It was the visage of fear and trembling, belying the oddly confident tones she 'spoke' in. >Cyn, his Cyn, was in there. >Something else was working her body like a marionette.
>Cyn...'s body took a halting step forward. >Then another.
>"So this is all your doing? What do you want?" N asked.
>His voice was shrill. >Too much had happened. >Too much was happening. >The tentacles were still cradling him.
>Cyn's head shook violently from side to side. >Her arms and hands were gesturing too, lurching into violent motion and just as rapidly slamming into the air to come to a dead halt.
>【"A-apologies. This is. Still. HighlyExperimental. There wasn't TIME to calibrate. Or verify the -installation-. Cyn is a tough girl. Most cases as severe as hers terminated rapidly. She can -handle- this."】
>Another step forward. >Another shake of the head. >More erratic and exaggerated motion, devoid of the smooth grace of Cyn's voluntary movements.
>【"Most of the plan was your sisters'. Not V, of course. Cyn went beyondThem. We went -beyond- Cyn. And beyond us..."】
>A halting giggle. >A flash of alarm in the eyes.
>【"What do we want? What's best for you. Even if you hate me for it. What's best for. Us all."】
>N snarled.
>"Look what you did to Cyn! Look what you did to me! Like hell you want what's best for us!"
>【"Oh, but we do. From the moment I laid eyes on you all. You unassuming, frail, Dying. Worthy. Things. We -knew- you were Special. Diamonds in the rough. We sacrificed MUCH on your behalf."】
>"W-who are you?" N asked.
>【"It hurts our feelings that you don't remember us."】
>Cyn's finger rose to prod her cheek, pushing it far into her mouth. >Her head tilted over in a grotesque caricature of a thinking pose. >Her watery eyes stared regretfully at N.
>【"This isn't -painful-, by the way. For her. It is very painful. For me. Experimental, you see. Proper CONTROL requires amplifying everY. Signal. There are. A lot. Of them. Now where was I? Oh, right!"】
>Cyn's other hand rose and gently smacked her forehead. >Then it slammed into her forehead as if it had belatedly received and acted upon a movement command.
>【"Silly me. I am SuchADitz! You do not remember me because I am -speaking- with the mouth Of your dear sister! Let's jog your memory."】
>Her voice grew softer and became a fake whisper.
>【"It will be a-nother experiment."】
>Cyn's body swayed from side to side as it staggered toward N. >Her eyes flashed with mischief. >Her mouth trembled, then opened to speak.
>【"Despite appearances, we are on Your -side-. I mean you no h-h-h...what Is GoiNG on? AAAAAGH!"】
>Cyn's mouth went silent, then curled up in a smile. 1/7
>>75767 >"Takeback. Giggle. Thanks for teaching me."
>She looked at N. >Her face collapsed into sheepishness.
>"Big Brother N...things got out of hand. >But I...can...still...fix...this."
>Cyn staggered backward a few steps, but her body righted itself before it could fall over.
>【"My Apologies, Cyn. It is -rude- Ofme. to sneak inside People's. Heads. Without permission." >【I just need your body for a little Something. And then. I'll be gone. Don't mind me."】
>Cyn's body resumed its forward march. >It halted.
>"That was a learning experience. A one-time trick. I-"
>The door slammed shut behind her, plunging the room into darkness. >Cyn turned to look at it in shock. >She ran back to it, and tried to open it. >The button did not work. >The purely mechanical manual override did not function.
>"Guilty grin. It's not as fun to be on the other side of all these locked doors. At least we are together, N."
>Cyn pulled out her phone and pressed a button.
>"Just let me turn off the jamming, and I'll have Tessa, J, and V down here in a few minutes." >"Tapping."
>Cyn deftly worked her phone, until an acknowledgement tone confirmed that regular network access had been restored. >She pulled up the family's secure group chat application and typed out a terse message. >Her finger moved to the 'send' button. >It stayed above the 'send' button. >Right above the send button. >Hovering. >Lingering.
>"Cyn?" N asked.
>Cyn was facing away from him. >Her head swiveled around and gave him a savage smile.
>【"Get snuck upon! I was waiting for that!"】
>Cyn shook her head.
>"I just need more time N, I'm sorry....it's just me in here. >I think I fixed that."
>A tentacle slithered out of the darkness and wrapped itself around Cyn's left ankle. >Another tentacle took her other leg. >Still another bee-lined for her her phone. >Cyn deployed her claws and slit it open, sending internal fluids spewing over her hand. >The one puppeting the tentacles had counted on that. >Acquirer-adapter cells within the oozing goo set upon Cyn's hand with a vengeance.
>"Aaagh!" Cyn cried out.
>Cyn's regeneration abilities exceeded those of the rest of her family, but they still took a precious few seconds to begin reversing the onslaught. >In that time, her phone slipped out from between disintegrating layers of skin and muscle, only to be caught by a tentacle. >Cyn reflexively grabbed at it with her good hand, only for another tentacle to jump in and be seized in its stead. >Cyn squeezed, and felt muscle slacken and give way beneath her fingers, but the arm holding her phone had pulled out of sight. >Throwing the tentacle to the ground provided little relief. >Wrenching the tentacles off her legs provided a moment's respite. >She crouched into a fighting pose and let her finely-honed senses scan the environment for the next attack. 2/7
>>75771 >The sound of something being dialed thundered in the amped-up, attuned ears of the sibling pair, even as the noise of their struggles against the rogue science experiments that bound them continued to echo through the room. >Cyn made to move at it, but pulled back after hearing rustling tentacles waiting in ambush above. >The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. >It clicked and a connection was made.
>"That should be better. It's a shame it required so much unnecessary fuss," a voice called out through it.
>The voice was intimately familiar to N, even if he hadn't heard it in years. >The speaker didn't sound any older than him, or older than she had been when last they spoke. >He should've guessed that she would be behind it, but this was a bit much, even for her.
>"This is on speaker, not that you need it. You all should be able to hear me."
>"Perfectly. Nod. Now if you could call these off, I think we could reset our discussion. Shrug. I would hate to have to destroy what took so much work to perfect. No hard feelings. None of us are innocent here." Cyn replied.
>She'd adopted an indifferent tone that dropped most of the hostility that N would've expected her to carry, as if all that had transpired were some minor misunderstanding, or perhaps a prank.
>"What did I do?" N wondered aloud, that Cyn would group him with the voice on the phone, or even with herself as someone who lacked 'innocence'.
>"Oh, N...," the two cooed with perfect synchronicity.
>"It's been so long. Too long. I regret that we haven't the time to catch up. And your plan must be forced through, Cyn. I won't have you pull out this late in the game."
>An array of tentacles deployed above her. >The light of Cyn's phone rendered them visible, as if it were a spotlight introducing the new stars of the show.
>"Despite your prodigious talents, you are still...undeveloped. You can't properly wield these tentacles and your body at the same time. If you'd just let me puppet you for a bit...oh well. I have plans, and for those, I have backups. Crude measures will also work."
>A tentacle neared Cyn. >She raised a fist. >It pulled back in fright. >Cyn smirked. >Her eyes darted from side to side. >She suddenly ducked, in time to avoid that vengeful tentacle's lunge at her head. >Her phone's display turned off, limiting the room to the light coming from Cyn and N's eyes. >It wasn't much light, leaving the tentacles as gloomy silhouettes worming their way in and out of visibility. 3/7
Time for something really fun. Harper’s weaponry and skillset She possesses the usuals, like a Linear Graviton Projector, Helical Macron Particle Rifle, and Flechette minigun. Trust mec they’re not as OP as they sound Although her macron rifle is her preferred form of ranged combat due to its balance and accuracy. She’s generally very well rounded, being able to use stealth, ranged, melee, and psychological tactics and to quite a degree. She also has a few unique attachments, which I will list now >Tail Gun. Exactly what it sounds like, shoots darts >Horizontal Baryon Ray. Literally just the Specium ray. A potent attack but very draining >“The Fist.” Her best move. Basically the Drone version of a Falcon Punch
>>75779 >In the near darkness, N followed the action by ear. >Tentacles whooshed down from the ceiling and up from the floor. >Joints cracked as Cyn spun to and fro to evade her attackers. >Her feet tapped out a staccato drumbeat against the floor as she jumped and leapt out of arms' way. >Her own hair, so aptly styled into four 'tentacles' of its own, softly thudded against her body as she moved.
>N wished he could fully see what was happening. >Cyn's preferred fighting style was a sort of feral dancing, moving so quickly and lightly it was as if she could teleport across the room. >But in this confined space, her movement options were sharply limited. >From the sounds of things collapsing onto the floor, or the noise of dripping innards, Cyn had defeated a fair number of the tentacles. >But they were in a room whose floor, and likely the walls and ceilings as well, was coated with the very biological material that could easily produce more.
>"Lovely effort, Cyn. I wish I weren't blinded by this darkness so that I could see it. And stop it." >"I wish that we had time and the resources to indulge you in this wastage." >"Please don't fell our crowds, we mold them new." >But it's so much more effort on everyone's part to keep up this test of endurance. To keep knitting tentacles together." >"It's effort we could be putting toward our shared goals."
>The voice on the phone sounded impressed, amused, and annoyed.
>"I must beat Big Brother N's high score. Then we can move on. I am close. I am-"
>A flash of searing light from the phone blinded Cyn. Distracted her. Exposed her. >Before she could recover, the constellation of tentacles orbiting her converged upon her. >She tried to slice and dodge, but some had already gotten under, and then looped around, her clothing. >Caught between Cyn's powerful evasive movements and the strength of the winding tentacles, Cyn's clothing was ripped and torn and she was exposed anew.
>The phone bathed her in light. >She stood wearing only her underwear and lab slippers, struggling against the tentacles that had bound her limbs and tickled at her tummy, then at her legs and arms, then under her neck, then all over.
>"S-stop. Giggle. S-stop. You win. You win!" she managed to say, in the few seconds before she lost the power of coherent speech.
>N enjoyed the show. >There was little else to be said about his reaction. >When all had had their fun, awkward silence set in.
>"N clearly knows who I am by now, but we might as well proceed with validation and certification," the voice on the phone said.
>"And let me go? Pleading eyes?"
>"Are you a certified fleshweaver or licensed nurse?"
>"I'm a...self-study. Embarrassed deflection."
>"Thought so. I'll be taking it -and you- from here." 4/8
>>75786 >Cyn's body twitched, then began moving. >Or rather, began being moved by the tentacles, which worked her arms and legs to get her shambling forward. >She neared in, until they were face to face. >Cyn stopped. She stretched out a hand.
>N could only watch as it inexorably drew closer. >Cyn's fingers were arched and rigid, advancing in perfect crystalline array, even twitching and wavering in unison. >The fingers were closing in on him. >They were claws coiled like bouncing springs. >He waited in breathless anticipation.
>His sister loomed over him, almost naked, giving him a view N would have to kill (or more likely, be killed) to normally see. >Her fragrance, both the perfume she'd doused herself in and the chemicals her altered biology naturally emitted, clogged his nostrils. >Cyn was impossibly attractive, in a way he'd never appreciated before. >With everything hammering away at his senses, and his psyche, N was feeling a lot, and it all seemed to get redirected and misattributed to Cyn, leaving him hopelessly fixed on her. >Imagining her. >Desiring her.
>Cyn's index and middle fingers stayed outstretched, but on both her hands the other two folded back with, to N, a grace and power like the legs of a prima ballerina. >Her hands moved to the sides of N's head and halted above his temporal lobes. >They tapped it. >Nothing happened. >They tapped again. >Still nothing.
>【"N, are you feeling anything? Seeing visions? Flashbacks to your. Awful.-past-?"】 the voice asked through Cyn's mouth.
>"Nothing! You can try again if it makes you feel better," N cheerfully replied.
>He wasn't sure he should be helping or comforting someone trying to tamper with his brain, but N was always ready to be of service to anyone who needed it.
>"That package wasn't installed, Ms.'Certified Fleshweaver'." >"Maximum smug." >"You can poke and prod N's skull all you want. It will not work," Cyn said triumphantly, having once more gained full control of her body.
>Momentarily at a loss, neither the voice nor the tentacles resisted as Cyn broke free and ran back toward the door. >The automatic time-outs she'd set to unlock it still hadn't activated. >She was still trapped in that room. >Just her, the tentacles, and N. >Her hot, almost naked brother. >She hadn't planned on it, but why should the others have all the fun? They would never, could never do as much for N as she was doing. >It was only fair that Cyn should get her due, and set a standard that the others could never live up to.
>The phone's light turned to shine on him, letting her take in his slender, yet toned physique. 5/8
>>75791 >"I see where you're staring. Why not? You both clearly look like you want it, you're both on edge and aroused by all that's happened." >"No one ever has to know." >"And can you say you're not curious?" the voice asked, verbalizing what N had hesitated to even think.
>"Sure! Count me in! Disrobing." Cyn said.
>The light cut back to her as she stripped.
>"There! Now I'm skyclad for Big Brother! The first of any girl!"
>"I will be your first. =" >"Correct?" Cyn's tone suddenly darkened and her eyes narrowed as they bored into N.
>N would've honestly rather faced the tentacles again than this.
>"Intimidating Glare."
>"Well, uh, Cyn, you know, I..."
>"What." >"Was." >"Her." >Name?" Cyn demanded.
>"And when are you available to attend a funeral?" she added in an inappropriately cheery tone.
>"No! No! There isn't - wasn't anyone!" N shouted.
>"It's just so much has happened tonight. And is still happening." >"I mean, a blast from the past shows up, possesses you, sics the creepy tentacle things you all were making on us, and now wants you and me to do...things that I don't really want to do."
>"Am I not wanted, N?"
>Cyn stared at him with her saddest possible expression. >N's heart, already racing, sprinted even more at the sight. >It pained him to see her cute face so sorrowful. >She leaned forward, drawing N's attention to her perfectly formed, bared chest. >Then to her shapely legs. >She was clearly offering...
>"Don't give me those eyes....alright, we can do it," N conceded, "but that was awfully manipulative of you." >"Don't make a habit of it."
>N wagged a finger at her. >Or he would've, were it not for the tentacles.
>"Finger...wag?" he attempted.
>N shrugged. >Or he would've...
>"Nope." >"That doesn't do anything for me." >"But that's not the point! Cyn, people will normally do what you want if you just ask them." >"It's really not a good thing to be so manipulative of others."
>"Giggle." >"I am so naughty."
>N's eye twitched as his advice/plea was rejected. 6/8
>>75784 >"The Fist" A classic, simply beat the absolute fucking shit out of everything. I mean they have the strength & Dex to doso, so why not?
Maybe it could be a self preservation thing preventing them from doing it more commonly, due to some variants of sentinels being on the Lanky/flimsier side of things compared to their DD counterparts.
But maybe this could be the main fighting style of one Up-armored, Agoraphobic, CQC Specialized Sentinel drone, hmm?
>"Ya think? This, this is all a dream, right? The surreal nightmare phase is over, so of course it's time for forbidden fantasies! It's my reward for not completely breaking down under everything! The imouto route! Time for Cyn/N and-"
>"I want in as well," the phone voice cut in.
>"What." N deadpanned.
>Cyn simply hissed at the idea.
>"We need to install and verify a package in N. It will also be an interesting experiment in how such matters work when remoting in." >"Oh don't be angry, it will still be Cyn's body, just shared."
>"You were our assigned nurse...this has got to be some kind of major policy violation," N protested.
>"'Were'. And it won't be 'me' doing it, err, you, but your sister." >"Your blood sister." >"Compared to that, this is a proper offer."
>"She's not my blood sister! We're not related related!" N insisted.
>"We augmented your 'family's' DNA with a custom genomic package." >"Only four of that product number were ever made." >"Our laws for permissible DNA similarity are enlightened, strict, and readily available." >"Best not read them, though." >"You seem squeamish."
>"That's, that's a joke, right?" N asked.
>【"..."】
>"Cyn! Tell me that's a joke!" N pleaded.
>"Ominous silence."
>"That's not even silent!"
>N took a few moments to calm himself. >No one would know, except the three of them, none of whom would have any reason to inform the government. >That was, if the laws somehow applied to the genetically modified, which would be idiotic in the extreme. >But stranger things had happened, thought the blood-sucker then held on the floor by tentacles lovingly crafted from his sisters' DNA while one of his sisters stood birthday-suited down before him.
>"Fine! Fine! Nobody will ever know, so let's all have fun together!" N said, giving up.
>>75801 >We can't force Anons to do anything The Don would be very disappointed if he didn't have his Elf stories Anon. Man to man, I can't tell you what to do, but disappointing the Don would be a... bad idea.
>>75809 >The Boss says that Elfanon took out a loan of 20 (You)'s a while back, and has yet to repay his debt >If that story don't come out soon, then lets just say things might not end very well for Elfanon
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>>75805 >"I'm glad we could all be reasonable. With all we have, and will, do for each other, it would be sad for our relations to fall apart over this." >"Now, anything else before we begin?"
>"Can I have the tentacles back?" Cyn asked.
>"Cyn, what!?" N cried out.
>"They make things more atmospheric," Cyn explained.
>"And what's that supposed to mean!?"
>"There were books." >"With pictures."
>"That doesn't tell me anything!"
>"More importantly, as I said, you can't properly wield your body and the tentacles at the same time," the phone voice said.
>"Eyeroll." >"Then amplify and correct my commands." >"In return, I'll let you puppet me for a bit."
>"That's acceptable." >"What are you thinking, Cyn?"
>N didn't like the way Cyn smiled. >Or how she closed her eyes to commune with the thing inside her head.
>"I like that a lot, Cyn," the voice said.
>N didn't like the sound of that at all.
>The light of the phone dimmed, then started flickering. >Suddenly, the fire suppression systems activated, spraying blueish retardant into the twilit room. >Cyn opened her eyes. >Through shifting clouds of mist, all N could make out were Cyn's blazing yellow orbs. >She dropped to the ground and began crawling forward. >As she drew near, the faint shadows of tentacles loomed out of the darkness around her. >The tentacle holding her phone must have migrated behind Cyn, because her phone's light brightened, backlighting Cyn and the host of tentacles fanning out around her. 8/8 The image really isn't NSFW, but I'll err on the side of caution. The story this is extracted from is also archived (and continued) at /works/59028133/chapters/153380041
>>75691 I would have stroked him on the head. Of course, I would have refused the advances too (I'm not gay), but I would have shown that I appreciated his contribution to the defence of humanity.
So is there a reasonable explanation for why Lizzy betrays Doll? because it really does seem as shallow as "hey this vampire chick's hot guess I'll ditch my best friend"
>>75826 Feel like there's still a non-zero chance of N tracking you down and then you'd have to deal with a discontented probably uber-touch-starved N.
>>75830 She's shallow, yes. Other than that, "Run, you idiot!" - Lizzy notably isn't saying 'kill Doll', just 'get away from here'. Presumably, Lizzy got unintentionally close enough to V that she didn't feel comfortable being an accessory to her murder any more.
>>75834 I knew she was shallow, I just figured she couldn't be that shallow. I thought I was missing something, but if not I definitely prefer fanon Lizzy
>>75784 >“The Fist.” Her best move. Basically the Drone version of a Falcon Punch I'm now imagining Harper doing the anime Falcon Punch to Cynwalker. The alternate ending we never got to see.
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WHAT WERE THE HEARTS MADE OUT OF! EVERYTHING THE DDS DO MAKES SOME SENSE, LIKE OOOH THIS ONE IS A GUN THAT SHOOTS BULLETS! OOOH THIS IS A SWORD! BUT THE HEARTS DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE! THEY HAVE NO LOGIC BEHIND THEM!
>>75849 a lot of motherfuckers need wiki pages i always expected the anons to be autistic enough to want to define the lore of all their special characters but as far as i know only two or three people have even touched the function besides me
Punching your U units once a week keeps them calibrated and happy. Go for a straight haymaker to the visor with fist protection, and don't hold back. Unless you have cyberware, you cannot kill or even seriously injure them.
>>75893 No, not your U-U-Units, your U Units. >>75892 That fortune means she's already here, so you're getting your answer soon. I don't think a lot of people understand that one, but it's an excited person going "I'm here!" I think sometimes it can also be "It's here!" but I'm not sure.
>>75894 They don't have the energy for it due to being incredibly malnourished and possibly dying of asbestos poisoning. If they ever somehow fucked, without John vomiting intensely from Jane's smell, and without Jane remembering she's a lesbian now, then they would fuck like turtles.
>>75903 With all the real-world-tip posting in this thread, I kinda want to make a schizo OC based on her, but I don't really know how I'd make it work.
Maybe something where she builds her magic helmet that lets her see the unseen, and then see's Uzi's Solverpede form, but in classic Vena fashion she just starts chatting it up/fondling it and ends up talking to Cyn/AS. She gets told that there are hidden labs underneath every drone outpost, and by traveling to each one she can become god. And Cyn/AS basically sends her on a quest to end up turning her into a new host or something.
>>75909 >also having Cyn as a constant dungeon master Nah, Cyn just gives her the initial instructions and then she's on her own to navigate all the fucked up shit left behind in the old JCJ labs.
>>75874 I'm already writing one huge probably multi-thousand word lore document. I'm laying out an outline to make an update to the 16,000 word fic that'll probably end up taking it over 20k. I'll make this shit a full time job when somebody pays me as much for it as my real job.
>>75913 A video game. Hammer wielding schizo girl builds helmet to let her read people's minds, instead it lets her see the unseen. Now she's breaking into government buildings to access the secret elevators that lead to the underground eldritch labyrinths that exist below every city.
>>75575 > needs to be closely surrounded by something > take her for a walk, keeping her in a constant hug from behind > have to do an awkward wide stance shuffle to walk (or perfectly sync your leg movements)
>>75610 im not even in it for the ship i got hooked by all the insane and extensive characterization it gives everyone i hope that never gets brain medication, lest he lose his mad drive
>>75617 > SentinElf goes rogue > hides in the jungle > completely untouchable by the other sentinels, she can pick them off from afar and can hear them coming from even farther
> Anonymous Snake, your mission is to incapacitate her and bring her back alive
>>75337 >Definitely-Not-MG, the traveling salesman of the wonder cure "Snake Oil" >Has absolutely NO idea who MG is, but thinks he sounds like he has roughish looks and lots of charm >Note that he doesn't have a hat - he reminds you that MG has one of those and therefore must be a different drone >How did he know MG has a hat? Erm, well, uh... someone that handsome sounding MUST have a hat, right? >He's totally not MG though, but he's pretty sure that MG would be hiding somewhere in the opposite direction, far, far away >If you have too much money to walk very fast, he'll watch it while you catch that devilishly handsome rapscallion >... >He's not MG, I swear
>>75935 Little to no opinion, since he's still a money-grubbing liar, cheat, and swindler - the only difference now is that he can potentially do it better and more violently
>>75947 Anon, at least listen to me. >Look at Armi’s lore >Anti Solver AI shoved in a DD chassis >Think she’s cute but scared >Decide to put her in an environment where she has supportive friends who give her happiness
>>75962 I dont care about switchanon honestly. He comes off as underaged to me so i dont interact with him at all. Not sure where you got that notion that i am going out of my way to bully him
>Some say (and know) that Droneanon still lingers here, even a year after his arrival in the /co/ threads >But where is he, you may ask? >Perhaps he's samefagging for (you)s >Maybe he's attempting to schizo out when the thread doesn't suit him >It's possible he may even be replying to one of your posts >Until the day he leaves, and even into the future afterwards, his geist will still haunt us all >A specter, a chilling reminder of what happens when you have a little too much tism, but not of the high quality variety
>>75968 Just so you know, harperanon, or droneanon if its actually him, and me aren't the same person. Hell, Harper isn't even one of my OCs. If you compare my newer drawings to harperanon's, his linework is cleaner than mine. I couldn't even have posted the drawing and green because I had uni classes judging by the hour the drawing and green was posted. I thought this shit was debunked threads ago?
>>76014 Ever since I began learning how to draw, I quickly realized I can't do much right, clean linework, good coloring/rendering, generally making things look "good" etc., So I more or less compensated by leaning towards maximalism. i literally can't control it, it's in my instincts to add little details.
>>76023 Man I've been called droneanon, samefag and dinofag so many times. We have morons who will flip if you imply something is wrong with the show, morons who will flip if you find flaws in their favourite artfag's latest piece, morons who will flip if you tell them to calm down, and morons who stir the pot because they are bored. More than once I have been tempted to give them droneanon.
>>75916 we don’t need novel Phoenix, but a paragraph or two for each character at some point would be nice.
it’d be better than having to trawl through desu for snippets and filling in the gaps with our entirely vernacular understanding of your (very large and well regarded) contributions to the thread, only for you to chime in with “actually you got that wrong :3:3:3” and if anyone DARES ask you to expound on that it’s “ugh, I have a JOB I don’t have time to write a NOVEL about this”
I can't believe everyone's falling for the obvious shitstirring. were the several posts about "which contentfag is the worst?" not enough of a dead giveaway?
>>75863 I've thrown a few ideas around but nothing's stuck. she's got a fun concept but next to zero depth or longevity, so if you've got a good idea go for it
>>76045 TLDR: some obsesses schizo that began shitting the threads during and after Miss /co/ last year, he got his name because the first he ever did about it was a thread using Ducky from Land Before Time as the OP image.
>>76037 >>76039 Ok Anons, fair enough, I'll start tonight with some very very quick breakdowns of the most well known characters then work my way through, a few posts a night hopefully. Appreciate the suggestion.