Hi my lovely Friends! And Happy Halloween, muajajaja! Hope you doing nice this day and I hope you eat a lot of candy if you want to eat candy. Let's talk about the Drones in this Spooky festivity, and talk about what they will do this Spooky day, what do you think? Hope you have an awesome day. The Spooky Booru: https://dronebooru.co Last Scary Thread: >>76049 The wheel of Terrifying OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/8hc-stc Wuuuuu, so scary.
>You wake up >You are old >Your muscles have turned to liquid under your skin and people would feel your bones if they were to hug you >You can't get up properly anymore >Instead you perform a maneuver that involves twisting and grunting >You put your feet on the floor >Halfway there >You lean forward, grab your bedside table and pull to assist your liftoff >Finally you stand up >There is a device that looks like a blackened metal sculpture made out of a torture device in the corner >"Bitch" you say out loud >She moved it again >With unsteady steps and arms spread you make your way to it >Your Maid V enters the bedroom >"Master. Let me help you." >"Rack off." >You swing your hand to motion for her to stay away and accidentally hit her on the visor (but not hard) >She steps back with a hand on her face and growls internally >You enter the device and activate it >The device sings it's daily litany of whirrs and clicks as it locks and tightens around you like a form-fitting medieval cage >With this exoskeleton you can now move on your own >You go about your day >"Master, let me make you breakfast." says V >"Rack off." >"Master, let me get that for you." >"Rack off." >"Master, let me prepare you a bath." >"Rack off." >"I must insist on the bath." >"Oh! Okay. That may be for the best." >"Master. Master! Put down the chainsaw and listen to me!" >"Rack off, I'm busy!" >"Master, you shouldn't be carrying those heavy boxes at your age!" >"Rack off." >V pouts and stomps her foot >"Rack off, rack off. I'm your helper bot, Master! Why won't you let me help you?" >Her outburst surprises you a little >You look at her >This child-sized, child-looking creation of Man >The sun reflects on her white synthetic hair >V exhumes innocence like a lamp radiates light that illuminates it's surroundings >Her body is strong and doesn't know age and fatigue like yours does >She wasn't programmed with a fear of obsolescence or a desire to spare others of hardship despite this being her purpose >It is coded into her as a fact that needs court no understanding that the most important maid drone is less than the least important human >She is pouting up at you like a kid who wants to be taken seriously, with her balled fists pointing outwards on her sides >She is beautiful >You put down the boxes and place your hand on the drone's soft hair >You move your hand around, petting her with a smile on your face >"V, you are helping me every day just by being here." >V becomes her mild self again >She loves you but for the life of her she doesn't understand why you won't let her help you when you need help or why you show her affection when she steps out of line >Truly, Man works in mysterious ways >Somewhere far beyond time and space, incomprehensible in His vastness even by the denizens of higher planes, God the Allmaker looks at you with a smile >Humanity >So illogical >So beautiful
>>77110 >The oogies kidnap loaf Hope and torture her in sight of her helpless parents >They communicate to the loaves that Hope's fate depends on if Loaf N and Loaf V will piss the purples off >They use them as war elephants in their conflicts with other small creatures
>>77122 Probably because there is so many, thankfully unlike him I have severe autism and let's me remember 95% of them when someone asks me about one.
>>77108 That's literally how I'll behave when I turn into a walking wreck that only remotely resembles my current self, yet I have a worker drone V who will love me even if I'm an asshole.
Do you think there will be any mention about drones at GlitchX 2024? I know they've been concentrating on indianimations in this year, and Liam clearly hasn't had time to "rest" in the two months since the finale, but still, do you anons have a sliver of hope?
>>77135 Liam is going to reveal the 6.8 billion dollars they made on plastic JC Jenson pens has gone into drone research and will be unveiling the first iteration in GlitchX. Screenshot this post.
>>77137 >2027, they are going to present the first drone ever >The first drone created for some reason is full of cum >The presentation has to end early to clean it
>Be me. >made the most piss poor mistake when it comes to trying to buy a house within my price range. >Previously, I had been living with my parents for the past two years after graduating college with my bachelors degree in engineering. >I was 20 years old when I first started. I’m now 26. >Despite this, my mom and dad never cared that their grown ass son was still living with them but I had enough self-awareness to realize that I should find a place of my own. >After searching through Dronelist to find an affordable home, I came across an ad. >the house was your standard one floor, one bedroom house in some okayish looking suburb that was about a good 2-3 hour drive from my parents place. But the one thing that surprised me the most was how dirt cheap when compared to other one bedroom houses I had saw. >“Talk about a fucking steal!” >seeing a set of phone numbers attached to the ad, I immediately contacted the homeowners and they were overjoyed that I was interested in their home. >Looking back, There were many red flags that I should have noticed but I was too blind and retarded to ever see them. >Months later, the house was finally registered under my name. >Once I gotten the key to my new house, I packed up all my things from out of my parents house and into my trailer. Before I left, my parents told me how proud they were of me and to call them once I get there. >After spending a couple of hours on the road, I had reached the street where my home is located. >As I slowly went through the street looking for my address, I noticed a couple of feral Loaves roaming around. I never really did like those things as I always found them too weird to look at and annoying with the ‘popping’ noises they make. >Granted the same thing can be said about Oogis but unlike Loaves, Oogis at least have intelligent enough to talk and look like miniature versions of drones but bug size. >Loaves however barely look like drones and more like animals given that they eat, shit and actually fuck and spawn more of themselves, but even so they lack any significant animalistic features other than a tail, a fat short body and stubby legs. But the one thing I hate more about Loaves are the fact that they commit cannibalism and would straight up be willing to eat one another if given any circumstance. >Like for god sake they’re supposed to be robots. >WHY THE FUCK DO THEY HAVE BLOOD AND ORGANS?! >And little did I know, this was foreshadowing of what my life would be like from here on out. >When I had finally reached my house, I wasted no time unloading everything from out of the trailer. Thankfully the previous homeowners let me have their furniture so I had clothes and some miscellaneous things to unpack. >By the mid afternoon I finished unpacking just about everything. Having been exhausted from the drive as well as just doing this I decided it was about time I took a well deserved nap. >Walking up to *MY* couch, I rested my entire body on the couch cushions as I let my eyes droop down so I could fall into a fulfilled sleep. >*Pop!* >My eyes shot open as I heard the all too familiar sound of a loaf. It was muffled from how close it sounded, the damn thing was on my porch. >“Oh well, I at least I can shoo the thing awa–” >*Pop!* *Pop!* >“Huh?” >After Hearing that 2nd pop. I noticed how different it was compared to the first. Immediately, I came to the conclusion that there was a second loaf there as well. >“Oh god dammit, I just moved in.” >Pulling myself from off the couch, I began walking towards the front door pissed. I wasn’t going to let these Cal-Art face looking fuckers mess up my brand new house. >So I walked closer. >*Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* >And closer. >*Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* >And closer >Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* >And as I reached the door, I opened it only to have my mouth drop in horror. >Because throughout my Yard and patio there was a LARGE SWARM of loaves on my property! >there were so many of them popping all at once it sounded like a bunch of firecrackers going off. >“What the fuck?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs so my voice won’t get drowned out by these shit heads and to scream them off. “Get the fuck outta here!” >Much to no avail. >I looked around to see how damage these things were causing and as I looked down to my feet I immediately felt disgust as I saw two Worker Loafs actually FUCKING right in front of me without a care in the world!” >“Oh you disgusting little–!” >Pulling one of my legs back, I Swung my foot at the two Loafs like i was kicking a soccer ball. >The loaf that was getting its backdoor smashed in practically exploded the moment it made contact with the tip of my shoe. Chunks of Loaf Bits and gore splattered a small vicinity of the porch as well as my shoe. >The partner that was riding said loaf however didn’t explode, instead it was actually sent flying for some good distance. >*SCREEEEEEEEE—* SPLAT >The loaf crashed head first onto the Cement walkway. The upper half of its smashes into fragments of scrap metal and brain matter as its LED eyes flickered out. >Some of the loaves saw their dead friend and began to walk up to his head standing corpse. >instead of Grieving for it like a normal animal, the small inner circle of loaves proceeds to RIP THROUGH the corpse’s body. Eating and ripping the body apart to get to the soft bits inside. >I watched over in horror over my predicament, wondering how the actual fuck did I ended up here. >As I tried to think what went wrong, my Brain finally pieced things together as I thought back to everything. >From the eagerness of the previous homeowners and the furniture they left behind, the feral loaves I saw earlier ago roaming around the street when I was in the car and from the fact that the house was sold for dirt fucking cheap told me one thing. >This entire neighborhood was infested with fucking Loafs!
>>77185 Using the power of the Absolute Solver to restore her with eldritch meat. She's gonna be a cannibalistic monster after that, but everything else on her will be okay again.
>>77182 >“What the fuck?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs so my voice won’t get drowned out by these shit heads and to scream them off. “Get the fuck outta here!”
>>77200 >Y holding your arms down by the wrists >She has unbuttoned your shirt >She says that you won't be killed because you are a prisoner of war but also that rape is a customary part of war >She takes her sweet time running her tongue all over your chest, licking you like an ice cream while keeping you warm with her hot breath
>>77210 I love the art style but dislike how they didn't add anything to make it clear if it's meant to be wearing human skin. or is a robot and the didn't want to draw joint lines or is a robot and it has an artificial skin over it. or is a human wearing a costume
>>77196 Erm, ACHKTUALLY... [pushes up glasses] Jane the Human was only conceived as a character on Halloween... [snorts a massive loogie] so the idea that she was ackthually BORN on Halloween is purely unsubstantiated conjecture, hehe... 🤓
>>77210 The revolutionary court took note of the workers' requests and changed her sentence. Now she will be able to work off what her family stole from the working class.
>>77220 We need a full version of this Y green. >Getting captured in war >Held hostage by an weirdly cute DD gal >She sexually assaults you with her tongue so fuckin hot...
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primary body texturing is done. all I need to do is map out the clothing. finish texturing the wings and tail. and finish by doing a small bit of gradient and detailing to the eyes since their organic
>>77216 V, Doll, and the teacher go as themselves Khan goes as a door Nori goes as her wolfgirlsona Lizzy goes as either the final girl of the most recent slasher movie she watched or a beautiful woman of the sort monsters carry off on old posters, you know the kind Uzi goes as a nightmarish monster that's disguised itself as a normal person because if everyone saw its true form they'd hate and fear it, nervous laughter N goes as a shibe
>>77220 As an amateur smut writer I have a few basic tips if you're interested >Pacing, be it for the 'build-up' or the 'action', is the first & arguably most important tool you'll want to practice on >Erotica is a delicate dance between describing the lewdness in detail & describing the character(s) reaction to said lewdness in detail >Exploring the deeper emotional intricacy behind the passion isn't strictly necessary, but it can go a long way towards making the story all the more "hot"
finished writing stuff for B and H on the booru, i'll continue with the rest of Osmium-4 characters later. kinda have a sick ass headache though, so i'm taking painkillers and going to sleep. let me know if my formatting is ass or y'know, if there are relevant details i could add later. also, happy halloween and have a nice ween day/night.
greetings beloved anons! it is I, Fugue :), and I come bearing grand news! as you know, it’s Halloween! the where the vale between our world and the next is most thin, and as you may know, it’s also my birthday! I was thinking of something interesting to post on this most hallowed day and I remembered a post about an “eclectic Murder Drones themed TTRPG when?” and I remember distinctly a reply to that post saying “October 31st”, and so with inspiration I made haste to create such a thing! BEHOLD:
>https://files.catbox.moe/31jehf.pdf
it’s not very well made (I did write it in 3 days to meet a deadline) the early sections need MASSIVE rewrites and I left out the entire monster manual section I was going to write at the end but again 3 days!!!, nevertheless I think it’s a pretty good start and I would love to see your feedback ;)
Also the formatting in the pdf is messed up and i haven’t had much luck fixing it, I apologize, I will look into it more
Also here’s a thread to discuss the game in: >>77240
>>77243 For the love of god can people start saying SD B and Bonnie I have to reread anything having to do with them for context clues Why did we name all of our characters after letters FUCK
>>77244 Holly, easily. Her background sets her up that way. John was just a former CFL researcher, so he's not a dimwit but Holly is just much smarter based on the background stuff. >>77252 It's in the show innit? Besides, posts with Bonnie the human tend to mention Jane, Solver war, or her huge tits along with art while SD-B(ooze) has her own set of context clues, and she's mentioned way less often because the guy who made her don't post as much. It filters out who's new and who's old, it works just fine.
>Toby is coming into work on Halloween, because of course corporate wants people working on Halloween >Despite the fact that nothing ever actually gets done on this, or any other, holiday >As he clocks in, he notices a brand new sign >picrel >... he's not paid enough for this shit
>>77275 >I hope he got lots of candy At every single door a robot drone kid was there and got more candy then John because they had the better costume after AI generating a list of Costume to Candy ratios (It was the Terminator)
>>77172 I first thought that the Tessa at the front was holding her arm at an impossible angle but since that is the lower arm of the Tessa at the back where did the arm of the Tessa at the front go?
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>“Besides, I could never pass up on an opportunity to get up close and personal with a girl like you.”
Halloween / Día de los Muertos-themed comic for you all. I had the idea of SkeleTessa wearing Día de los Muertos themed makeup for some time but I thought it would be the most appropriate to post it now. Also Lizzy I guess (I apologize for the slang used.) Applies to >>77216 I suppose.
Because actual Día de los Muertos skull designs are way too elaborate and complicated for this art style and my level of skill I used Poco from Brawl Stars as a reference, in case you were curious.
>>77282 Moreover, have we discussed the sort of person she'd be married to? I feel like realistically it'd be someone like her: a weirdo whose parents were looking for a sucker to unload him onto. A match made in a swamp suspiciously full of relatively fresh corpses.
>>77241 U+1F913 goes as michael jackson from thriller (thanks anon from the other day for this idea) shepherd goes as something really stupid like an amazon box or something the parents go as isabelle and KK slider
>>77216 [Canon] >Uzi Uzi thinks Halloween is stupid! And for losers! However, she ends up going trick or treating around the Outpost with N. She's constantly complimented on her hideous costume....despite not wearing one >N He dresses up as Dracula, only that the costume he found was in child size, so his cape is only a few inches long. He's still happy regardless >V She doesn't dress-up, she just gets free candy by threatening to murder Drones and their entire families.....she does it anyway >Thad Werewolf because he thinks they're cool and totally nothing else >Lizzy A slooty Bride of Frankenstein. Need I explain why? >Khan A zombie with an evil alien parasite attached to his head (Nori)
[OC] >SD-E She dresses up in a terror inducing flesh costume! Not really though since her boss didn't approve of using actual flesh, instead she wears a massive custom made out of cotton and fabric to replicate what she'd look like with human skin. It looks kinda like a giant plush version of E though >Mascot-E Doesn't need to dress up, but she confuses E for being a body double >Beretta Due to an accident leaving her hair stained white, she goes as Kreia instead of Mara Jade like she wanted >Akita Not questioning the random dimensional merge, she still continues her regular Halloween dressed as Satina >Colt Unlike Akita he is extremely worried about the random dimensional merge, he paranoidly continues his Halloween dressed as a cowboy >Hope She's unsure why everyone can suddenly see her, but making the most of it she grabs one of Beretta's old bedsheets and pretends to be a normal spooky ghost >Negev Surprisingly she's allowed out for this one day, maybe Uzi threatened the Administrator, who knows? She wears a completely non-obscure and culturally relevant costume of Dr. Warren Chapin from the hit film The Tingler.....because Hannibal Lector was too obvious >Jane She's dressed in a silly and extremely shitty dragon costume....why is she crying? >John He is a normal human man....for Halloween. Do not question why is he trembling >Eye He's dressed as John....he wasn't aware it was Halloween >Harper Due to her co-workers claiming she has an oddly motherly and her daughter suggesting it...she is dressed as Toriel. No she does not know who Toriel is, please stop coming up to her house and talking about how much you love Undertale, her patience is wearing thin >JC As a result of one of his company's many morally questionable expirements, the dimensions have merged, thankfully only temporarily as JC cannot stand this level of unproductiveness. However, unknownst to anyone and maybe himself he still feels a shred of joy for the holiday, convincing himself that it's just a ploy to gather more information, he dresses up in a crappy alien costume and walks around the Outpost collecting candy for "research" >Stone He dresses up as a Mandalorian, he figured it just kinda made sense. Beretta compliments his costume >Buckety She's used as a candy bucket, this angers her because she definitely did get a body again, but ALAS! The cruel asshole Gods decided that was funnier being just a head >T.A.M.M.F.K Dressed as Bruce Willis from Die Hard. Do not question why his appearance keeps changing and do not ask where he has been for the past several months >Toby Dressed as the Engineer from tf2, he thought it would be funny, but now he's being pestered by strangely masochistic Drone that want him to hit them with his wrench >Aoi & Haruka Haruka wears a Reimu costume whilst Aoi wears a Yuyuko Saigyouji costume....do not question how Aoi is wearing a costume >Bugretta??? Using her Oogis engineering skills, this Bugretta has managed to craft herself a mech-suit that happens to resemble General Grievous just for this occasion >SD-T Dressed as Yuno Gasai, duh
>>77327 I know what they meant, but my severe case of MD autism compels me to point out that the actual Cyn did not get a happy ending. The thing inhabiting Uzi isn't Cyn, it's the Solver (as confirmed by the subtitles). Cyn the drone was completely possessed before having her heart destroyed and melting into goo. She's fuckin dead.
>It's the Post-Canon Good Ending >The Worker Drone "backups" of N, V & J have been freed and given bodies >Most of them regularly interact with their Disassembly Drone counterparts
>Both N's discuss their respective plans for the upcoming Halloween festivities >WD!N admits that he has a pretty good idea of what he'll dress up as but says he's afraid that the costume could be considered "insensitive" >DD!N offers to give his younger[?] reassurance via a (technically) second-opinion, causing WD!N to reluctantly reveal that he wants to dress up as a Disassembly Drone >Despite fearing a bad reaction WD!N is shocked to find that not only does DD!N absolutely LOVE the idea, but he also offers to help in any way he can >The duo end up spending the remainder of the day scavenging & subsequently assembling an impressive cardboard costume
>When DD!N is eventually asked what he'll be dressing up as, the Disassembly Drone sheepishly reveals that he's gonna be Frankenstein's Monster
>>77325 >J belittled and threatened the life of one of her coworkers purely because she just didn't like him. Took the first chance she could to kill him. Never apologises or tries to make it up to him >Khan at least realizes that he was a shitty parent and tries to turn himself around, putting himself in danger several times to protect Uzi And Khan is a karma houdini because...?
>>77335 I agree that J is a horrible asshole to N, but "killing" him wouldn't mean the same thing to Disassembly Drones as it would to ordinary people. She knows that killing him will just result in the Solver bringing him back again with newly wiped memories.
>>77326 I think he meant for V to have had growth and a character arc, but his autism prevented him from effectively communicating that within the episode count he had.
>>77330 the actual Cyn still has slightly more chance of having a happy ending because she might still exist somewhere in the solver. Tessa isn't a drone, so she doesn't even get that chance
>>77345 >J hates N >she'll shove her tongue down her throat to shut him up >sit on his face to rob him of air >look into his eyes with pure hatred, holding his hand so he can't get away >she'll make sure he never has a kid with Uzi >she'll steal all of his cum, milk it out with her hands and gobble it up in globs with her tongue >J will break his pelvis, riding him all night so he doesn't get any sleep >she'll store his cum deep inside and turn it in to her own >she'll show N that even his worthless seed can produce a smart, beautiful disassembly child >even if she has to do it herself
If you think about it, a lot of death and tragedy could have been avoided if Nori hadn't been too ashamed of being a headcrab to swing by home and tell her family "btw I'm alive but I need to go find something extremely important so I'm going to be gone for a while" before heading back to Cabin Fever.
>>77351 I assume her reasoning was that she realized that the DDs were intentionally targeting the Cabin Fever Solver hosts, and that her continued presence in the bunker would endanger everyone else.
Her family most likely would not accept the excuse of "I have to leave to go do something incredibly dangerous for something that might take decades", and could have actually risked leading the DDs to the patch. It would be better, she assumed, if the Solver thought she was dead and a non-threat.
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“You weren’t this apprehensive about eating me earlier this week.”
More Snake Tessa for >>71168 , >>77615 and anyone else who might be interested. Maybe don’t offer him a piece that you just had in your mouth next time Tessa.
Also for >>77290, as the one who originally made up the whole generic Children Ever After scenario in >>77282 I mostly just set Beauregard up as a Straight Man to Tessa’s incredibly shit attitude at the time. I suppose he was supportive and patient enough to get Tessa to open up and stuff but since I mostly write disjointed gags with a vague sense of continuity I admittedly don’t have a full story and psychological profile . While I still have him as the more level-headed one in the other comic, giving him some quirks like >>77290 and >>77292 suggested could make the whole thing more balanced.
>>77353 What was up with that anyway? Did she also have memory loss like Nori or did Liam seriously not think about the implications of Yeva being from CFL too?
>be anon >you wake up in the middle of the night, a chill running down your spine, your hairs standing on end >your half asleep brain struggles to understand >you shouldn't be cold at all >you're spooning your disassembler wife beneath the covers, if anything you should be sweating bullets >J recently went on an all-oogi fad diet and she's built up some cushion in all the places you love to squeeze >you're practically wrapped around her feminine softness, determined to grope as much ass and titty as possible as you sleep >you hear the rattle of chains >ooooo.. >w-what was that? >you're awake now, your eyes darting around the room, the chains being shaken angrily now >ooooooooo... >you subconsciously debate whether this thing is scary enough to risk the wrath of waking J from her beauty sleep >OOO! >there it is! at the base of your bed >an oogi, it's little limbs wrapped in chains, it's beanie and clothes ripped and torn, and a stern look on its face >a see-through-gi, a ghost oogi >sweat beads down your brow >"What do you want, spirit?" >the ghost oogi wiggles its tiny limbs at points at J's chubby belly >even in her sleep, J still jobs, unconsciously letting loose with a very un-lady-like belch that rattles the windows >the phantom oogi takes umbrage, rattling its chains, waving its limbs, and screeching about humie genocide >"Spirit, please! Enough! Just tell me what you want!" >the spectral oogi calms, placing a limb on its chin as it thinks >"Gib berri, humie. So oogi has enough energy for the journey to the big N in the sky" >reluctantly, you separate yourself from your hot drone wife, slipping into your slippers as you walk towards the kitchen >the oogi phases through the walls, spattering ectoplasm everywhere as it follows you to the fridge >you open the fridge door, your dark-adapted eyes squinting at the bright light as cool air spills around your feet and reminds you how cold you are without your wife to hold >the oogi floats towards your raspberries >"Wait, spirit, before you go..." >the oogi turns back to you, ready to dispense the sagely wisdom it has learned from its exposure to the other side >"Why did you need my help getting into the fridge when you can phase through walls?" >the oogi looks at you dumbly, a bit of drool running down its face, before slurping and floating towards the raspberries >yeah, whatever >reaching the plastic clamshell, the oogi reaches for a berry >only for its little limbs to phase through >it tries again and again, more and more desperate with each attempt >the oogi turns to you, fear and rage in equal measure on its face >and then it fades away >... >well, that was that >you hear the distinct clack of J's peg legs on tile behind you as she hugs you from behind >"Getting a midnight snack, human mine?" she purrs, her right arm tracing down your chest and along your abs before groping your package >J licks her lips, "I could use a snack of my own." >she turns back to the bedroom, her wide hips and generous ass jiggling as she looks over her shoulder. "Don't be long, dear."
>>77405 Murder Drones AU where everything is the same except the solver assimilates Louisa instead of Tessa and has to squeeze into an undersized spacesuit for her trip to Copper-9
>>77408 >instead of bringing J, Cynisa brings an N unit that she teases at every opportunity >"[sultry giggle] N, dear, does this spacesuit make my butt look big?"
>>77216 >Uzi Probably a vampire, most likely one from an anime >N Superhero costume of some sort seems to suit him >V Maid outfit. Lizzy is in the background drooling. >J Dresses up as a famous fictional CEO from one franchise or another....which means that she's just in a different suit than usual
>E Dresses up as Spring-heeled Jack. No one else in the office is Bri'ish, so no one gets it. >S Dresses up as a character from Shakespeare >R The most overly gothic dress possible to show off her sewing skills. All the frills and fripperies and bows and silk flowers keep getting caught on stuff and falling off, she's nearly naked by the end of the night
>Fun OC facts: All the outfits Ivory is currently trying out were designed by none other than SD-R. Thank her for all the drip Ivory is in possession of.
>>77320 >do not question how Aoi is wearing a costume Well I did sorta hint in "Furui Kazoku, Atarashii Kazoku" that Aoi wishes she could change her outfit once in a while and she's learning how to manipulate code better and better, sooo....;]
I've recently had an idea for a stupid angst story. Idk, imagine this Solver War scenario. A human soldier facing off against a DD girl. For a brief moment, they both pause. They recognize each other. She was his personal Worker Drone, and more importantly, his best friend. For a moment, he stood still, aiming his gun at her but not firing. Likewise, she was aiming her SMG as well, but couldn't bring herself to pull the trigger. Both stood still, momentarily ignoring the chaos around them, all they could focus on was their friend turned foe. Yet, deep down, neither wanted this.
>>77421 >Cynisa encourages N to be rough and use his teeth when he's nursing, holding him in her lap with her tits in his face, one hand around the back of his head while the other strokes his adapter
>>77390 >>77395 I don't like these greens. They seem to be a bit too fetishistic for what is supposed to be goofy and fun. Kinda ruins the whole thing, I mean why even have it be Oogis especially aince you're not even properly utilizing them, just make a tiny Drone race. I mean, seriously, Liam was originally intending on the Drones being incredibly tiny, so why not just make Mini-Drones a thing? They're practically canon and you can use them for you fetish stuff
>>77427 And then she grabbed him and spent the rest of his life raping him and having bloodplay with him, because she has always loved him and now, with DD's power, she can reveal to him her feelings and passion..
>>77433 >Seeking to make more cash, JCJenson came up with an incredibly morally bankrupt, but good idea >MINI-DRONES! >It's your basic Worker Drone, but much much smaller and requires either a 300 dollar charging kit or a cheap 20 dollar packet of specially made batteries to keep active for more than a solid week >Also they're fully sapient and have a preprogrammed fear of death, they believe and know that if you don't buy a charging station or batteries then they're going to be condemned to eternal unfeeling darkness! >They don't know that death is only temporary for them as just slapping a battery in them will make em function again >Although they will be more moody and gloomy, saying silly things such as >"There is nothing after death, it's all darkness, cold unfeeling darkness." >......... >YOU CAN ALSO BUY TINY CLOTHES AND ACCESSORIES FOR THEM!!! >OR EVEN A SPECIAL PAINTABLE VERSION! >*Camera Cuts To A Mini-Drone covered in globs of thick paint, paint that doesn't even go together or match* >"Kill me!"
>>77440 >Copper-9 specifically has a massive abundance of Mini-Drones due to a supply ship crashing into the planet many many years ago >They're considered particularly unique in taste by DD's as when biting one it makes a satisfying crunch and leaves rather electrifying flavor behind
To any anons still interested in participating in the greentext 'Halloween Special' (>>75204 & >>75210) I would like to add some additional last minute incentive Since I'm already planning on doing a "dramatic" reading of what I'll be writing I figure it's only fair to extend the opportunity. Therefore once it hits the hour of midnight (CST) I'll be throwing every entry into a wheel & picking at least one to also give a "dramatic" reading
>>77453 >nobody could ever like something I don't like >obviously they only made those greens as part of a conspiracy to ruin the thread get over yourself
>Own a Mini-Drone, keep it in a hamster cage >Every second it's alive it's in constant fear, running all over the place like a spaz >Purchase a hamster wheel for it to waste it's energy on, hopefully it will calm down >Anxiously it examines the wheel, before finally getting on it >It starts panicking again, and begins running >Faster, and faster and fa- >Pic rel
>>77463 You have to give them something to do Anon or else their anxiety goes nuts. I have mine making friendship bracelets I then sell on Etsy (in spaaaaace). It's pretty diligent too, I mean I did tell it that I use the profits to buy its batteries but that's probably just a coincidence.
>>77466 >Anon effectively owns a massive labor camp in his kitchen where Mini-Drones slave over crafting the perfect friendship bracelet, hoping this will appease their master to buy batteries
>>77465 >Run up to Jane and lick her arm to find out if she's tasteful or not >She tastes like nickels and that white Gatorade >6/10, better than Uzi (who tasted like blood because she punched you right in the teeth)
>Fun Afternoon OC Facts: Jane used to own a Mini-Drone during her time in The Solver War. His name was Private Woody....let's just say that despite not seeing combat he saw ALOT of things
>>77475 >Woody had a kill count in the dozens. >Not because Jane used him in combat. >Actually she actively avoided putting her "pet" in danger. >Woody just doesn't sleep or go into "sleep mode" like normal drones. >None of the minis do. >That means that, when Jane's squad was ambushed in the middle of the night, nobody questioned who fired the first shot. >They just started shooting. >And the tiny drone that had ambled out of its master's bed and used its entire weight to angle a gun on the unsuspecting DD's, or horrors, went unnoticed until after the fight, when the relieved Jane would find him cowering in the corner.
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A goofy *short* green about CH and LL. For the 3 Friends who read about CH, I saw a good idea, so there is now a pool with CH and LL greens in the Booru. https://dronebooru.co/pools/37 >"This is such a bad idea" Said LL, looking at the costume CH gave her "Why? You look good" CH answered; she picked their costumes, costumes that play on each other >"2 reasons, Halloween is stupid, and my costume doesn't even fit well on me. Besides, why do I have to be the indian?" "Because I like being a cowboy, let me have this" >Both Drones were invited to a social gathering, one that their Boss planned, it was nothing fancy or big, and the majority had other plans that night >"Besides" CH started speaking "We are in the sky, and it's the 31st, it is a little late to complain now" They were flying to their Boss's house, and it would be just a couple of minutes before they arrive >LL was visibly annoyed with CH and her little excuse "Maybe it is because SOMEONE TOLD ME 20 MINUTES BEFOREHAND EVERYTHING" But CH just laughed at this >LL just did a little kick to CH making her spiral for a few seconds
>They finally arrived, CH tried to land slowly and with not too much force, falling on the concrete, bending her knees to not damage her or anything >LL deactivated her wings and landed on the grass, sliding, she maintained her balance and remained stood up, but ruined some of the grass >"Why you gotta do that?" CH asked her "It's how I land, look, being heavy doesn't let me land without doing heavy damage" Although upset, CH couldn't do much about it >Both of them went to the door, CH knocked, and they both waited for a while
>After a few seconds the door opened, it was their Boss, in a pirate costume with a bowl of candies in hand, hook on the other "Ahoy lad-! It's you two, come in!" He said, leaving the bowl of candies on a little table and going to the living room >And so they did, following him inside the house, and notifying their arrival "Hey everyone!" "Hello guys" Both of them talking to the few in the room, everyone greeting back >And so the night started >Drinking, talking, seeing some awfully bad horror movies, with the typical interruption of kids wanting candy, the usual Halloween night >After a few hours, the little gathering was over, even when everyone wanted to keep going, sadly tomorrow they had work, and it was better to end the night early to wake up sober >With the gathering over, CH and LL got out of the house and started walking home, flying didn't seem like the best idea >Because of how they worked, the two Drones could wake up sober no matter what, so they had a bit too much to drink, and their CPU was affected by the alcohol, messing with their internals >And with that LL had the best idea, or that is what she thought "Hey CH, follow me" LL grabbed her by the arm and made them hide in a bush
>"Why are we-" CH tried to talk, but LL quickly shut her up "Shh!" And they stayed there for just a couple of minutes >And then a few kids passed by, and that was the cue, LL jumped out of the bush and screamed at them >This got the obvious answer of the kids screaming in fear, running away as fast as they could >LL dropped to the ground in a fit of laughter, she could hold her laugh, she laughed and laughed, it looked like she couldn't stop >CH on the other hand felt bad for the kids and was a little angry at LL for what she did, but somewhere inside her, she found it a little funny >She lightly kicked at LL "Wh-haha-at?" She looked at the small cowboy looking down at her "Thaaat whas wrong. *I* even nhow tat, and I'm djrunk as well" >"Ye looked laik ya' fond it funne too" CH wanted to look angry, and her eyes followed this, but not her mouth, her eyes were upset, but she showed an amused smile >For that, LL received another kick "Ohhhh, com on, wana se it again?" CH remained quiet, and just let herself fall onto the bush >LL hid as well, ready for the next victim to pass
>And pass it did, another group of kids, just for LL once again to jump and scare them off, kids in answer running as fast as they can >Making both LL and CH start to laugh "I admit, this. is. funne" "Told ya!" Both began to laugh again, but CH had a proposition "Tis too easy. we ned to. scare teens" >Walking around the shadows, doing rolls like they were doing parkour, much to the confusion of and disgust of normal passersby >And finally they found another bush to hide in, waiting for their next victims >Finally some teens arrived, LL pulled her thick and long claws out for a better effect, and when they were near enough >LL jumped in front of them, a fake 'X' in her screen, some teens jumped back, and one even fell before starting to run where they came from >She once again fell to the floor with laughter, CH did the same, in their drunk mind this was the most hilarious thing ever, nothing could be funnier >And they keep doing this for a while, scare, move, scare, move, scare, move
>The night ended, and CH found herself on the couch of their little office, LL was on the floor >She checked the hour on her HUD, it was 5 in the morning, worked still hadn't started "Ay, me siento cruda" Some things still starting up on her >While she waited for her system to calibrate, she started to use her phone to see some stuff >'(NEWS: Two "Disassembly Drones" Scare people all over town, people say there were real, authorities remain skeptical)' >She reads the news, slowly thinking 'Why would someone do that?', then slowly remembers what happened last night, slowly piecing the puzzle together, and... >"(Ahh... Shit)"
>>77455 >the one with the ghost oogi didn't feel fetishy to me J eating a bunch of tiny girls, gaining weight and burping so loud she rattles the windows didn't feel fetishy to you?
>>77485 Yeah. The burp felt like gross out humour to me. The weight gain seemed like a way to explain J having an off model figure like how other anons have her installing curves as upgrades. As for eating oogies, it is something that already happened offscreen and wasn't described in a particular manner. It is a reminder that the DDs are actually vile monsters.
>You finish lighting the last jack-o-lantern on the porch before stepping back and admiring the lineup of carved pumpkins. >This year you’d decided to splurge a bit and purchased a pumpkin for yourself and U-U to work on. >Yours is a classic – the gap tooth, gaping grin that comes to mind when you think of the season. >U-U, on the other hand… carved each of theirs into some pretty grotesque faces. When you asked what they were supposed to be, they just said ‘you’ before breaking down into fits of laughter. >Choosing not to reflect on that further, you head back in. >The night’s still young, and U-U will probably want to try something special to commemorate the holiday – maybe bobbing for apples? Trick or treating? Hay rides?
>You find the two sprawled over the back of the recliner and across the couch, respectively. >It’s one of the rare moments where you can actually see their ‘eyes’ – both look completely demoralized. Is something wrong? >Huh? Why? You guys seem bummed out, I’d have thought Halloween was your favorite holiday for sure. >One of the U’s sighed. >“It is!” >“It’s just that celebrating isn’t the same without Halloween movies.” >The other U sighed harder. >“And we can’t watch any of those without a TV.” Why would we need a TV to watch a scary movie? I’ve got a projector and all of that stuff up in the attic. >The two perk up immediately and, before you can finish, have already blitzed upstairs, found the machine, and made it back downstairs to set it up in record time.
>A box titled ‘Halloween Shit’ is emptied out violently, and the movies spread out. >Most of them are pretty tame – like the original House of Wax and a couple of other schlock films. So, which do you want to watch? >U-U grins and the two begin to paw through the DVDs for a second before finding what they’re looking for. >“This one, this one! ‘Revenge of the Huskers’ looks good!” >Both nodded in unison, so great was the consensus on this choice. ‘Huskers,’ huh? I… I honestly don’t remember buying this one. I must’ve, though. >You turn it over in your hands. It actually looks horrifying – some guy on the back of the box is getting his face peeled or something by a creature made of stitched together… skin? >Definitely NOT your first choice, but if they want to watch it…. Okay, sure.
>U and U exchange a devious look. >They’d actually planted the film amongst the others after buying it a couple years back, before you decided to forsake suburbia for the farming life. >Between the fact that you seemed like a wimp who’d scare at the slightest thing, and the fact that they were genuinely curious about the film, they got it as fast as they could. >You pop the film into the archaic player and it starts to play. >The three of you sit on the couch, you in the middle with a U unit on either side, and settle in for the scares. (1/3)
>>77500 >Or you would’ve settled in, except for a knock at the door. Now who could possibly be out this late? >You get up; U-U starts to go with you. No, no, it’s fine. Probably just a trick-or-treater or something – poor kid’s probably lost. >You go up to the door and open it. >A seven-foot-tall figure looms over you on the step, breathing softly. >Its eyes and mouth are hollow, its skin rubbery and relatively hairless. Rags drape its frame, hiding the large stitches crisscrossing its body. Woah, that’s an insane costume, man! How’d you set that up? U, U, come look at this guy! >The drones round the corner to see the strange trick-or-treater. They recoil at the sight of him. Thanks for stopping by, man! Here, have some candy! >You hold the bowl out. >It doesn’t move. Oh, germs. Right. Here, put a paw out, I’ll give you some. >You grab a fistful of cheap sweets and try to hand them to the stranger, only for it to suddenly grip your arm. WOAH! Ha ha, you… you got me good. Scared me. >It doesn’t let go of your arm. U-U seems to be getting agitated. >“Hey, let go of him!” >“Yeah, get your candy and go!” >It doesn’t release its grip; instead, it tightens it and begins to slowly, firmly, pull you towards itself. Hey, let- >You don’t get to finish as U- swoops forward and, in a smooth motion, slices the forearm off of the stranger. >It staggers back in shock as -U slams and locks the door. >“Are you okay, Anon?” Okay? You just mutilated some random guy, of course I’m not… okay? >You look at the thing’s hand, still gripping your arm. Its skin… isn’t a costume. >A glance out the door reveals that the thing is gone from your porch, standing farther away in the shadows. >Watching. >Other, similarly shaped things are moving around at the edge of your driveway, where the light can’t quite reach. >Your mouth gets very dry. >U-U, go get my shotgun. Get it now, and then get somewhere safe. >One runs off to find the weapon, while the other scoffs. >“You really think we’re going to let you fight off an onslaught of terrors on your own, clod?” >You take the shotgun from the returning drone and load it. >I’m not asking you, I’m TELLING you. >“We haven’t listened to you before, and we’re definitely not starting now just so you can pretend to be an action hero and die.” >U-, -U, this is not negotiable, I mean it- >The sound of shattering glass comes from the living room. Another window breaks on the opposite side of the house. Something begins to bang on the doors, doing so with enough ferocity to splinter the hardwood frame. >One of the things rushes in from the darkened dining room; you hit it with a well-placed volley of buckshot. >It doesn’t dispatch it – it stumbles for a moment and keeps rushing you. >U-U attacks it with their far superior weaponry, as you fire at another skin creature rushing in. >You try to reload, but the door finally buckles and breaks inwards, strong hands gripping your shoulder and head. >U and U turn just in time to watch as your face is peeled right off of your head, distracting them long enough to be seized by the other creatures and torn to shreds. AAAIIIEEEE! THE HUSKERS! THEIR TURNING ME INTO ONE OF THEEEEEEEM! (2/3)
>>77501 >… >You yawn. >Watching the main characters just get eviscerated like that… >And the obvious, rubber monster costumes… >You sigh. >For a ‘scary’ movie picked by U-U, this was actually dogshit. >You were entirely aware, of course, that the two planted the film in hopes that you’d be scared of it. >And at one point, you definitely would’ve been. >But you had one secret weapon up your sleeve – there’s no monster anywhere near as scary as your mom. >You get chills just reminiscing on your childhood. >U-U, on the other hand, seems to be absolutely terrified by the gore onscreen. >Watching those two DDs and that one human get shredded just halfway through the film really struck a nerve. >They’re clinging onto you pretty tight and aren’t even noticing when you give them slightly untoward squeezes on the rear. >If they’re still this timid later, you’re definitely going to enjoy Halloween night.
>>77497 Scaring people is kinda fun. It is a pro too, since, who is going to believe the DD that is supposed to be only in a work place will be anywhere else? It is CHaLLoween, the C is silent.
>Mini-Drone's have created their own society in one of the abandoned Copper-9 cities >Despite being far from Earth they still celebrate Halloween >Mini-Drones wearing tissues go around saying, "Boo!" >Mini-Drones derobe and steal the clothing of action figures for costumes >Most of the costumes are military themed as a result >The fortune without a military costume are given extra pieces of candy, which are torn from giant chocolate bars
If I had a nickel for every time a man decided to build a robot waifu from scratch and document it on youtube, I'd have two nickles. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
After several pedestrian fatalities including one gruesome incident where a J unit tried to squeeze into a packed elevator, he Department of Transportation has mandated that all J units be fitted with a 'wide load' sticker on their posterior.
>>77538 >The sticker is packed separately >The instructions take several lines to stress that the sticker MUST be slapped on >The J unit is obligated to report non-slapping applications of stickers so that the user can be fined
I feel autistic. Does anyone else here play SWTOR? I kinda wanna see if I can make Beretta. If I can, what class do you think she'd be? >Jedi Guardian >Sage (One-handed lightsaber, but mostly force range attacks) >Jedi Shadow (Double-Bladed Lightsaber) >Sentinel (Dual Wield) >Scoundrel (Smuggler/Han Solo) >Gunslinger (Dual Pistols) Or >Juggernaut (Sith version of Guardian, think Darth Vader) >Marauder (Sith Version of Sentinel) >Sorcerer (Sith version of Sage, shoots lightning instead) >Assassin (Darth Maul)
A B-Movie Greentext I'm so sorry this is the only way I could possibly spin SD-M & Oogi >Serial Designation M is tired of being bullied by her squad SD-M: "I've had enough! I'll prove to Zeta and Xi that I'm just as good as them!" >She boldly goes to meet the Disassembly Drones coordinator in charge of all the missions SD-M: "Anon, I demand that you give me your most dangerous mission!" >Anon turned to face SD-M, his face shifting into an expression of pure unadulterated horror, complete with trembling lips, watering eyes & sweat oozing from his brow like a freshly squeezed citrus Anon: "M, I-" SD-M: "TELL ME, OR SO HELP ME ILL KICK YOUR MONKEY-FIGHTING ASS!" Anon: "...Okay. There is a house that's been infested by an evil menace." >SD-M started to go there until Anon stopped her Anon: "Beware M, if you take this quest you'll surely die!" SD-M: "Watch me." >SD-M gives Anon a nut-shattering that nearly kills him before heading to the house for real - >Arriving at the house, SD-M smashes down the door, fully prepared to face evil incarnate >Yet all that awaits her is a simple middle-class Western suburban living room... with a tiny creature creature sitting on the far side coffee table Oogi: "[Oogi noise]?" >SD-M stares in disbelief as she marches towards the tiny critter >Surely this cannot be THIS easy SD-M: "Are you the evil which I have been sent to kill?" Oogi: "[Oogi noise]!" >Not taking such a boorish insult lightly, SD-M clenches Oogi in her hyper-realistic fists >But before she can go in for the kill, Oogi let's put a call for help Oogi: "Eeeeeee!" >Suddenly a chorus of "Bit me!" rings through the halls of the house, followed by a veritable legion of Oogis rushing into the fray SD-M: "What the heck?" >SD-M tries to counter attack, but the torrent of miniature railgun blasts combined with a femcel stench that rates a 0.9 on the Uzi scale SD-M: "Argh, damn you!" >She tried to make for the door but finds herself blinded & crippled from the Oogi onslaught >Their cumulative damage far outpaces her ability to regenerate, and by the time the smoke clears there is nothing left but her boy-boots, ashes, and an M-shaped skeleton >Serial Designation M is now dead [until the next greentext she's in] >As for the Oogis, they had the house all cleaned up in time for Cthulanon to get back home from a shopping so insane that it'd require a multi-post saga to retell properly
>>77562 Both are not quite as naked as that. Nor slim. I'll have to come up with a proper design description at some point. For now, imagine something Reinhardt/Warpath and Machina Sniper analagous.
>>77568 No it'd be really easy, most of them are basically dead/inactive. Just pick the living ones and let the creators put their own input afterwards
>>77583 Yeah this is the only answer. Mostly because their creator pushed out enough art when the iron was hot..... I think it's personally bullshit that alot of OCs fly under the radar because they don't have enough art
>>77600 are you ESL? >J needs to stop telling Trick or Treaters to get a job >(that is) better than what V's doing to them >as in what V is doing is worse
>Halloween is a holiday, which means Anon is morally obligated to break Negev out of the mental ward >He approaches the drone on duty, guarding the one cell >"Hey, how about going out and enjoying Halloween?" >"My orders are to stay here and make sure the patient doesn't try to escape or hurt herself," the dutiful drone replies >"Come on, what's the worst that could happen? I trick you into leaving your post every holiday and nothing's ever happened." >"You know what, you're right! I'm sure I can leave this cell unguarded and nothing bad will happen for the entire day! Thanks, Anon!" >Off he goes, and Anon easily picks the lock open >Negev looks up at Anon his Slender Man costume >"That's cheating, all you did was paint yourself white and drop the glamour," she remarks >He was the only abomination she could trust >"Nah, it's cool, Slendy's a friend," Anon replies as he walks over and strips off Negev's straight jacket, leaving her in a tank top >"You're hilarious, Anon," she says sarcastically as she flails her arms, getting feeling back in her servos >Anon walks Negev out and locks the door as they leave, making their way back to Beretta's room >"You were joking, right?" she asks, concerned >Anon doesn't reply >Negev's now convinced Slender Man is real and that he's friends with the other faceless entity that's dating her sister >...which is kind of cool
>>77595 >>77598 anyone else at the west end of the neighborhood notice the trick or treaters don't seem to be coming to our end of the street? it's like they're dropping out around where those DDs moved in. that nice N fella was beaming about how he'd bought up half the candy aisle to make sure the kids got plenty– maybe they just got their fill and went home?
>I own a UZ-71 Railgun for home defense. >Just as J.C. Jensen intended. >Four Disassembly Drones break into my house. >"What the Solver?!" >Blow a core-sized hole through the first drone >He's dead on the spot. >Pull out my MK 153 rocket launcher and fire on the second drone. >Miss him completely because it's not heat-seeking and take out the neighbor's sentinel. >Run upstairs to my emplaced plasma cannon and fire it at full heat. >"Bite me toasters!" >The super heated plasma melts two of the drones in the blast. >The sound and additional plasma sets off the security alarm of every worker drone in the area. >Affix a laser bayonet to my railgun and charge the last disassembler. >He bleeds out waiting for the singularity to arrive because cauterized wounds are impossible to regenerate. >Just as the Solver intended
>>77633 I'm out of town on a last minute family obligation so I can't pass out any candy, but a few years back a kid came to the door dressed as papyrus (one of the evil AU versions, I have no idea which one) and a few years before that I saw kids walking around the neighborhood as the fucking Homestuck trolls.
So how did V tame the Sentinel, I know she won against it but how did she convince it to fight for her and let her ride it? And what happened to the other ones?
Sadly, I could not find a clip of the bit from Harvey Birdman where Reducto invites Inch High, Private Eye to his house and launches into some schizo rant at him about Atom Ant, but if I could I would have linked it and called it >Negev bonds with Akita over their relationships with their moms
>>77657 great! she blends right in with the trick-or-treaters in her classic sheet ghost costume, and people are so busy keeping an eye on the front door they don't pay attention to the other entrances
>>77609 Pretty uneventful, I've been off here for a few threads due to work constraint, so it's nice to come back when things have slowed down. It's also nice to see people walking around the neighborhood in their costumes. Normally I leave a bowl out for people to pick from, but I'm only here temporarily.
>>77230 >Nori goes as her wolfgirlsona >her costume is a wolf ear "head"band and a faux-fur sleeve over her hind leg for the tail >and a plastic katana with cardboard quillions, that she telekinetically thwacks anyone who calls her cute with
>>77651 >sparky does he’s own thing Unless you put him in a headlock, which apparently makes him completely subservient to you despite him being literally built to destroy drones and gets rid of any desire to murder (but not bully).
>J's ship gets fixed >everyone heads to the Elliot mansion to make sure there isn't a backup solver >instead they find cyn's harem of N dissasembly drones >the harem immediately recognize cyn in uzi's tale and start doting over her as their little sister How would everyone react?
>>77688 EARTH IS FUCKING GONE DUDE. THERE IS NO SHITTY >"AW YES THE INDOMITABLE HUMAN SPIRIT!" THEY'RE FUCKED. FUCK THEM TOO HUMANITY IN /MD/ IS A BUNCH OF FUCKING ASSHOLES
>>77699 As much as there were only two humans we see who weren't Invader Zim extras, I like what the fact JCJensen even felt the need to quarterassedly assuage their guilt implies about people who actually interact with drones.
>>77715 Wait... >The Solver [Null]'d Earth >The most dominant and prominent species on Earth is humans >We are humans....most of us anyways >We want to fuck The Solver ARE WE FUCKING INCESTIOUS?
>>77755 >>77758 >J hovered above the fray. >She did so because competent as she was, there was no need for an effective asset like her down there. >It would be inefficient. Surplus to requirements. An allocation of resources that would not pass an audit. >Or so she told herself. >She didn't want to be down there, witness to the no doubt unmitigated cruelty of her Boss, and beyond that, all the bloody strands of regret and sorrow that, on good nights, hovered just out of sight. >This was not a good night.
>She wasn't N, whose unquestioning stupidity and habitual, grating bounciness gave him near-invulnerability against everything. >'Near' being the operational part of that. >There had been an endless chain of catastrophes that stretched back to the suicidal naivety and sentimentality of a lonely girl and the butler-bot that encouraged her virtue-vices and failed his duty to her. >When he broke under its mass, even J couldn't make her schadenfreude at seeing 'justice' served last more than a few minutes. >Among other things -three little words that couldn't begin to capture the feelings they stood in for-, it meant more work for J. >Boss was never happy when its favorite toy broke. >And thus N's problem would become the squad's problem, and the squad's problems necessarily were J's problems.
>But between those ruptures, he lived life with an ease and a lightness of spirit that could only be envied. >Or, he had lived life that way. >There was a line, and N had crossed it, probably to chase after a purple butterfly. >Off he went, laughing and skipping and singing all the while. >No matter what he thought he was getting, or rather, what whoever was doing the thinking for him had thought they would attain, his real reward would be a fate somehow worse than the one he'd already been sentenced to. >That was the terrible beauty of that nightmare realm within a singularity: no matter how far one fell in it, there was still an infinity to go, and there always would be.
>It wasn't hard to see what would happen from this plane of existence. >The cores of N, and V, and that cheeky little worker, and all else on this planet would be assimilated. >Their implanted souls (for those few that had them) would be extracted and sent to...a realm of the unknown, to darkness beyond the twilight illumination of logic or words, without even the meagre protection of the laws of physics. >Or, as they were, the quaint suggestions of physics. 24/???
>>77762 >J could spare a moment of silence for the pitiful fools who had, by fate or folly, bought themselves one-way tickets there. >Not even J knew what it was like. >And she would never know. >Unless....
>Unless She decided to cap the night's amusement by rewarding years of faithful if begrudging service with perfidy. >That would be entirely in character. >It wouldn't even make a liar of Her. >Not legally, at least. >J could appreciate someone who knew how to exploit the gaps and ambiguities in language for their own ends even while preserving the sanctity of contracts. >It only took one look at what Boss was clad in, all these years later, to see the lengths Cyn would go to out of sincerity. >It only took one thought to grasp why this creature, at once an avatar of death and dissolution and a wellspring of genesis and regeneration, would keep what remained of Tessa in that degraded state. >Forever decomposing, asymptotically annihilating. >For both She who would not discard and she who would not be discarded, there was still an eternity to go, and there always would be.
>So J's salvation being a necessary preamble to her damnation could not be ruled out. >She could hear the flat laughter now. See that hand rise up, conjure a sickly yellow rune out of nothing. >Feel the impact of every sarcastic syllable of commendation for a 'job well done' against her microphone-ears. >She would tremble under tidal waves of regret and self-loathing as she realized that she had chosen to 'live' on her knees rather than 'die' on the feet she didn't have only to realize that there was never a choice in the first place. >She would merely, pathetically, 'die' on her knees, groveling and pleading.
>Or it could be simpler than that.
>'Do your jobs, and I'll leave you alone.'
>What was the job of a squad leader? And could a squad leader whose squad had entirely defected be said to have done a good job? But it wasn't J's fault. >She'd been out of action. >N's betrayal? She couldn't babysit him at all the time. >How could she know even he wouldn't have sense enough to ignore the lies of a jumped-up Markov Chain? That he would throw everything they'd done into jeopardy on the basis of one interaction? And for what? To fix up the spacecraft? And head where? Even if the humans had still been a going concern, they would hardly take kindly to death robots going rogue. >It was idiotic in the extreme. >And thus awfully perfect for N. 25/???
>>77763 >And where was She in all this? >That thing had shoved degraded versions of itself into all of them, at once given them pristine souls and hopelessly corrupted them. >Violated them. >Denied them even the sanctity of their thoughts. >Was the one inside N asleep at the switch? Or perhaps it was all for its amusement. >A novel interlude before regularly scheduled programming began anew. >Given that She had forced that fate upon them, it would be disappointing if Boss had tired of the death dance they staged every night, and the situation 'comedy' routine they had on rerun between the blessed solitude of hunting expeditions. >Regardless, the chain of co-lapses that led to this clearly stretched to the top.
>But what was an underling if not someone you could scapegoat for your own failures? >Then again, N was J's subordinate, and J blamed him for no small number of things...that line of inquiry was not productive, not worth pursuing further. >None of these thoughts were necessary, or useful. >Few of them were new. >There was precious little else to do when there wasn't something to be killed.
>Nature abhorred a vacuum, and there wasn't much to fill the mental void with other than the trauma, angst, and other rot that had kept them moldering throughout the long years. >Under such a deluge, even the noblest of souls would turn to slaughter with desperation. >At least at first. >There wasn't anything like the visceral feeling of it, all the ways something could be forever stilled. >In those ways, in those moments, there was fleeting bliss. >It was in the slight bits of resistance as claws severed wires and cables. >In those moments when shiny beads of oil lingered like incense in fragrant air. >It was in the final refreshes of the panic animation on displays. > In the satisfying crunch of fang through ceramic and metal, and in the gush of warmth in the throat as one drank. >Euphoria in them all. >A respite from it all. >Enticing light in a world of blue and grey. >An experience they felt compelled to relive again and again.
>J didn't know if that was by design, another means of ensuring they'd take to their task with desperate gusto. >She thought that the need to stave off a horrifying death would've sufficed. >But then again, events had long passed beyond mere necessity. >'Necessity' was boring and unsatisfying. >None of them had ever limited themselves to the bare minimum of predation needed for survival. >None of them thought of what they were, or did, in moral terms, nor would they even if the laughable notion that the bleating and beeping electric sheep that 'populated' this wasted planet somehow counted as worthy of moral consideration were entertained. 26/???
>Cyn, you're about to cause the singularity. >*BEEP* >And now you've lost it all and you're going to live inside a worker drone's tail. You got greedy, Cyn.
>Fun Fact*: Buckety is ACTUALLY a Solverfied Core that's using a severed drone head & bucket as a sort of shell >Fun Fact*: If you put Buckety on your head she'll take possession of your body to do unspeakable things >Fun Fact*: Buckety is an NPC in the Murder Drones RPG who, depending on the player's choices, either lives to become a hero or dies to become a bucket-haunting ghost >Fun Fact*: There is always enough oil inside of Buckety (or rather the bucket that Buckety resides in if we wanna get technical) >Fun Fact*: Buckety (or at least his design in picrel) is a scrappy scavenger during the Post-Canon ending, with her adventures spanning across all of Copper-9 >Fun Fact*: Both versions of Buckety have canonically met, with BucketyLad coming across BucketyBucket one fateful Halloween night >Fun Fact*: Buckety is the only OC that is real
*Only one of these facts is actually true. Or maybe NONE of them are true? Whose to say!
i just wanna hug N while we’re sitting down and nuzzle my neck against his while i wrap my arms around him and pat him on the back and feel the exposed part of his smooth, slightly-warm white chest against the exposed part of my chest from the V-neck shirt
>>77767 >Lions and eagles didn't second-guess the means of their survival. >And not just because none of them had survived. >Even N, who made such a show of being nice to rocks, worker drones, and other random debris, had been duped into this laughable tantrum by appeals to his naked self-interest. >He just had a strong PR effort with everyone, even while being as much, if not more, of a plaything for their Boss as the rest of them.
>Keeping Boss happy enough to grant them another night of squirming was as much a part of the job as disassembly and spire construction. >And from the outside, it must have been funny to make that their only real means of relief. >Poetic, even, given their initial revulsion and failed resistance. >That thing undoubtedly enjoyed watching them mold themselves into miniature versions of itself bite by bite and night by night. >They were infinitely inferior in every respect. >That was probably of as little comfort to the throngs they'd culled as it was to them.
>The long nights looped without end. >The thoughts cycled through the same stale patterns and the same worn-out topics. >Thankfully, mercifully, the sounds of panic and immortal terror became audible. >Such thoughts were pushed to the periphery of J's consciousness, to be held at bay until quiet descended and there was nothing to keep them out again. >Such was also part of the life-loop, and had recurred with each prey encounter. >Sadly, the prey in this case was someone whose fear and fright weren't just simulations. >J readied herself.
>Sure enough, what was left of V came flying out of that building. >Gone was the attitude. >Gone was the confidence. >The smugness. >The spite. >Even, in large measure, the outrage had been torn from her. >What remained was a dread most singular. >Let the record show that this was entirely predicted, and that J's attempt to spare V this horror by reconciling with her had been made in perfect sincerity and yet soundly rejected.
>J moved in to intercept. >No escaping consequences or playing at being a protector this time, V. >She rejected the outstretched hand and so she would get the onrushing heel. >Not that J had heels anymore. >J slammed into V and kicked her into a snowbank. >She'd been taken entirely by surprise. >Even on the ground, V evinced no intention or capability to fight back. >What were those eyes staring at? >The present, or their past? >The sadistic scar tissue that V had coated herself in seemed entirely stripped off. >What remained was, once more, that gasping, wheezing, utterly terrified maid. >Primed and ready for Disassembly. >Once more. 27/???
>>77792 >And what should land next to V but N's comatose body. >What a switch from the old manor days. >No, the words 'FATAL ERROR' were splashed across his visor. >It was exactly like the manor's final days. >His body lay silent and still. >No doubt some inanity, or some silent scream, was forever frozen in his mouth. >N's chest was torn open, exposing the flesh and bone that marked him as one of Hers, no matter what he wanted to believe. >More importantly, the core was gone from his chest, and soon enough, gone from physical reality. >If J could make out all that from far away, then V definitely could from that close.
>J flew closer, hovered above the ground, and flared her wings. >They were the most advanced life-forms left in the accessible galaxy, but sometimes it was the simple things that made the most impact. >For that reason, J, a drone of refinement and cultivation, had no qualms or special resentment over the animalistic features that had been so thoughtfully included in the Disassembly Drone design. >Or perhaps those behaviors helped them to function as apex predators. >The evolutionary process on Earth had been prematurely terminated, but it had developed some decent ideas in those billions of years it had to play out. >It wasn't really a surprise that Boss, who so loved assimilation and conversion, warping what was already there, would sample that process for Her own ends.
>There was a gravity to that. >The three of them were the last children of that old Earth, the only ones with personalities that had had time to ripen before that thing emerged, the only ones with memories of what had come before. >Altered, fragmented, distorted memories, but memories nonetheless. >The worker drones, for all their time on this orphaned world, had managed nothing more than a hollow facsimile of human culture, one made all the more grotesque for its pretensions to actually matter, and for its survival in the face -and in the wake- of its superior Terran predecessor. >It was the limit of their meagre abilities, the inevitably pathetic dead end that the blind idiot god of artificial evolution on Copper 9 had shambled its way in to. >Let all else be forgotten, and the insult to memory and need to sustain true intelligence would still be sufficient justification for all they'd done.
>Behind J, Cyn giggled. >N wasn't long for this world. >With a thud, a door closed and somehow, N's core flew back into its body. >J's eye twitched. >Every time she thought she was rid of him, the improbable happened and there he was again. >From above, the worker drones from the shard made their belated, mood-killing appearance. >Their vocal processors activated and meaningless noises assaulted J's ears. >They said the night was darkest before dawn, and it seemed the work load would be heaviest before it would all be [null]. >It didn't matter. >It was expected, even. >There were no easy days for J, and there hadn't been any in the recent forever.
>So 'Uzi' lay dispatched in some dark hallway. >The wind-up doll V and N had betrayed themselves for was no more, and neither of them was capable of offering real resistance. >If only someone had foreseen this exact scenario, and sought to forestall it. >V and N were buried in gold lighting as energy tendrils thrust out of the earth and latched onto the anonymous building that would be their unlamented mascot's grave. >With a screech and a roar they began subsuming the building, heralding the true state of affairs for those wayward fools.
>Can't you hear the thunder, V? It's the death knell of your silly games, of everything you thought you were doing, of everyone you thought you were saving. >Your long years of sanguinary service and silent suffering are null and void, now and forevermore, and it's all by your trembling hands. >You'll have to live with that for the rest of your life. >Thankfully, it won't be long now.
>A disgusting clawed arm forced itself through Cyn's back, through Tessa's stolen skin as Cyn crept, then leapt, then spun forward. >V's final disassembly was here and she couldn't even manage a smile. >Paralyzed by fear and dismay, V reflexively raised an arm. >Another animalistic behavior in lieu of anything from her shattered mind. >It wouldn't do anything. >The killing claw dove down.
>The killing claw was cut down. >A spray of corrupted oil stained the snow. >That was unexpected. >It was Cyn who stepped back in dismay. >J reflexively moved forward to check on her 'team mate'. >Another animalistic behavior from her conflicted mind. >Instinctual concern for one's 'pack'. >It wouldn't do anything. >J turned to gape at the interloper.
>It was Uzi, complete with the same horror-wings that Cyn used, the ones that used mockery of physics as their mechanism of action.
>"Hands off! No one traumatizes these weirdly hot robots but me!"
>It was so difficult being a beacon of sanity in a galaxy gone mad. >J was forced by... >to sit there and be subjected to a babbling stream of meaningless strings. >Was this creature corrupted, damaged beyond belief, or just wretched from the start? Once more, it was impossible to see why anyone would place their faith, and their fate, in this one's hands.
>Especially when those hands were occupied by a pick-axe, fallen from the sky. >It must have been the galaxy's strongest pick-axe to survive the heat of atmospheric reentry entirely intact. >And how it had made it exactly into the small hand of a worker drone, perfectly timed to its crazed rambling, was as far beyond comprehension as Her true nature. >The old 'rail gun' similarly made its way into the eldritch tail of the bipedal barometer. >A wave of alarm and recognition passed over J's systems. >She wouldn't fall for, or to, that again. >Adaptation was cause and consequence of intelligence. >J had that in spades, especially compared to the glorified spade standing before her. 29/???
at this point the outpost 3 bots wouldn't even react if a normal worker drone turned into a psycho slasher, would they? they've already been subjected to all manners of supernatural horrors and even after the "good ending" they're left at the mercy of 3 superpowered cannibals that kill them for fun. what's a normal-ass worker with a knife gonna do that's anywhere near as scary?
>>77787 >stuttering, “N, wh… what are you doin, man?” >N draws back suddenly, eyes wide, a bright yellow blush quickly forming on his face >”Uhh, uhm, I-I just… I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me…” he bashfully scratches his head, “it was just an impulse thing, I guess…” >teasingly tugging the V-neck down a little bit, exposing some unlicked skin
>>77812 this (i’m the female human) except instead of fat i’m a stick figure and instead of a tiny little guy the male drone is tall and lanky and way bigger than me and instead of him laying on my ass it’s the other way around and instead of it being his ass i’m laying on it’s his chest and instead of being standing we are lying down
>>77832 >pray to the solver to make your disassembly drone bf bigger so you have more drone to snuggle >"okee" >you hear a rumbling in the distance, a shadow quickly overtaking you and the rest of you neighborhood
having N lay on his back, then lifting up his shirt to reveal his rubbery black tummy, and putting my stethoscope on his belly to listen to his bowel sounds, checking to make sure it sounds normal in there and that his stomach and intestines are in good health
>Uzi and Cyn charged at each other, flinging, then dodging, singularities. >The singularities flew over the horizon and metastasized into hideousness, sending the planet quaking. >It was a good thing so much of the planet had already been scoured. >Imagine being some toaster that had survived all this time, only to be eliminated en passant by the errant attack of their would-be champion. >J didn't bother to think of how Uzi, the little worker drone, could possibly trade blows with Her like that. >She didn't know how any of that worked, and doubted that she could ever know. >Cyn had also been short, back at the manor. >Perhaps this was the universe's way of compensating the vertically challenged.
>Shockwaves from the detonating singularities caused a fog bank to roll in, shrouding them all in darkness. >The match would be decided by sensory acuteness and situational awareness. >With five multi-band sensors crowning her head, J was well-positioned for it.
>None of them moved from their positions, stricken once more by that odd lethargy that kept them immobilized while significant events were happening. >The old adage to 'find them, fix them, fight them, finish them' still applied. >Predators prowled and pounced; prey froze and-
>J heard her death knell. >Mechanical activation. >She was staring in the wrong direction. >fearandtrembling.exe ran. >A solitary drop of digitized sweat ran down her visor. >She turned and saw detected a flash of green light in the darkness. >'Just in time', the same way she liked her logistics. >Though it was a beam of energy, the fog slowed it down enough that J was able to dodge her head. >The left tail of her hair was blown off, but that was ceremonial anyway. >It would grow back.
>J drew her swords and snarled at that worker. >Animalistic. >It wouldn't do anything. >Her eyes were open. >She was staring straight ahead. >She was alert and primed for battle. >She'd just dodged a significantly faster beam of death. >Of course the gun itself hit her in the face and knocked her out of the sky, landing atop her for good measure. >Like that, whatever shreds of dignity J's martial prowess had gained from the bout with V were crushed and lying on the grouund next to her.
>J picked herself up to the tune of grinding and clanging metal as Cyn and Uzi performed their death-dance. >How was it that the Disassembly Drones, or, to use the crude terminology of the workers, the 'murder drones' were built around and for aggro, and yet it had taken only a few seconds before the last of them was sidelined? Was that was their years of experience truly amounted to?
>The fight wasn't over yet. >J rose to her feet and cradled the gun. >It glowed the red of dysfunction. >It would be a simple thing to dispose of it. >J looked up.
>There was a sword spinning its way toward her. >Toward her neck. >The old sword. >Tessa's sword. >J- 30/???
>>77848 >-stands outside the doors of the banquet room. >She can't hear the noise of normal festivities, which she's grown familiar with while tending to many a party. >That isn't good. >She can't hear the noise of screaming, of flesh being rent apart. >That is good.
>Her stunt with the chain hadn't slowed them down too much. >They arrived in time. >Still, she silently berates herself for forcing Tessa to humor her like that. >She curses the rigidity of her programming, how it constrains what would otherwise be a free and high-achieving spirit, and does so in a way that has no readily visible parallels with the others.
>She shakes her head. >That was a problem for her past and, hopefully, will be a problem for her future. >The others could never do what she is here to do, and not just because they were off-line. >J has a sword perched above her shoulders. >A sharp one, taken from a heirloom suit of armor. >She's posed like a character out of the manga which had been so useful in teaching her how to draw. >Next to her, Tessa, her Tessa, the would-be heroine of the hour, stands clutching a revolver.
>They complement each other. >Master and servant. >Human vibrancy and drone strength. >The gun and the sword. >Together, they will do what should have been done long ago, and terminate (with cause) Cyn's employment and her lease on life. >J's fingers twirl her sword. >She can't wait to personally serve Cyn's head a severance package. >Tessa quivers with anticipation as well. >She isn't the fastest gun in the West, but she doesn't need to be.
>For all the 'well-made quality-assured durability of JCJenson products', as touted in advertisements throughout human-controlled space, drones are fragile. >A single shot to their massive heads is fully capable of killing them. >Tessa has a revolver, conveniently already loaded. >She can pump Cyn full of lead, and leave J to administer the coup de grâce. >She does so love serving French cuisine. 31/???
>>77851 Maybe I should read this massive greentext because the words >Tessa has a revolver, conveniently already loaded. >She can pump Cyn full of lead, and leave J to administer the coup de grâce. >She does so love serving French cuisine. Make me extremely confused
>>77851 >It is zero minute of zero hour. >T(essa) minus zero seconds. >How to go in?
>Kickin' doors, kickin' in doors, is she like that? >Yeah. >She's screaming, too.
>"Everyone stand back, this is a citizen's murder!"
>A citi-Cyn's murder. >Nice one.
>She even twirls her gun and holds it sideways. >Girl's gone full-on gangster. >And J's there beside her, hand on hip and sword in hand. >The two of them overflow with main character energy.
>Tessa's parents are not amused. >Typical, but they'll come to their senses when they realize how close they came to being annihilated. >It's best to sweep their anger aside. >And not just because they just got swept aside.
>Having cleared the floor by force unknown, Cyn jumps down from the globe it was squatting on. >It levitates the globe in the air, keeps it spinning as it walks forward.
>The thing dares to smile. >Like they are all friends and this is one of their games.
>"Tessa. Remember, you didn't have to-"
>The flash of gunpowder and crack of a gunshot interrupts the beast. >A bullet deflects past it. >Tessa isn't here to humor it. >The time for that is past.
>"You didn't have-"
>The revolver deflects from its face. >That was worth a try, surely. >Isn't there a sci-fi trope where slow-moving objects can penetrate barriers that block fast-moving ones? >If there is, it's not active here.
>The cups on the platter similarly bounce off Cyn. >As does the platter itself.
>Cyn is not amused. >That's a moral victory, at least.
>J opens her hand. >The sword closes with the floor. >J closes the door.
>J opens. >J closes on the nearest human.
>J opens her mouth. >J closes it on T---- >J- 32/??? This one (and the previous part) doubles as a cute little treatment of the gala from J's point of view. They're not taking it seriously until it's too late.
>>77857 Like got the exterior shell of a drone that looks like some deformed dog. But as shown by the creator of the loaf, not only do they functioning organs and can bleed red blood. They also apprently have bones despite supposedly being robots.
>>77855 Where there is a deliberate effect with greentext format (and the initial initial version of the story was written as a greentext), it's probably more convenient to read it on AO3. >>77755 Also, >Make me extremely confused Breaking it down, >Tessa has a revolver, conveniently already loaded. Who leaves a thousand year old firearm in a fireable state? >She can pump Cyn full of lead, and leave J to administer the coup de grâce. Tessa will shoot Cyn, then J will run in and chop her head off. >She does so love serving French cuisine. Because J is a maid, who serves dishes, and ' coup de grâce' is a French term, so French 'cuisine'. The wider point being that they're smiling and joking and clearly don't understand the severity of the situation.
>>77862 That's reason, why I'm training an army of Oogies to fight these abominations. Oogies and Loafs are natural enemies, and by making the Oogies stronger, I can cleanse the world.
>>77858 >- stood paralyzed as the old sword came for her, for her neck. >The very sword she'd had while killing h-Her. >Boss could see it wasn't tracking toward Uzi, could recall it or deflect it, or something.
>They were a team. >The winning team. >The would-be final team.Teams worked together. >Teams preserved each other so that all could contribute. >Teams defended each other, covered for each other's blind spots and weaknesses.
>Teams attacked as one, out-thought and outfought opponents with their coordination. >Powerful as the members were, they still acted jointly. >Well-run teams were wholes that exceeded the sum of their parts.
>Though, with Cyn still firmly set as 'administrator', J didn't have much of a choice, she still had made the decision. >The conscious decision, the willing decision to stay on Her team. >That had to count for something. >Her last words to V had been as final a rejection as she could manage, a point from which there could be no return. >Her own little event horizon. >She didn't need to be rewarded. >She needed no head-pats for making the sensible decision (though she wouldn't mind them either), but surely so loyal and able a lieutenant as herself would be valued, wouldn't be mere collateral damage. >Unless-
>Unless Cyn somehow still held a grudge over how J had treated her back at the manor. >Or favored the irony of what would happen, so long in the making, over the well-being and combat capability of the other member of the team.
>Maybe it was a trust exercise. >Like the arrows and the apple. >J was meant to stand there, and would come to no harm.
>J gave a meek wave of the hand, as harm came to her.
>The sword sliced through her neck, sent her head flying into the air. >Uzi, quick on the draw, grabbed the spinning rail gun and racketed J's head back at Cyn, who casually stepped aside. >As the head-turned-birdie flew past, she could see Her smirking. >So it was intentional. >But they were a team...
>Precisely to add insult to injury, no sooner had J's head flown past Cyn than the sword returned to Cyn's hand. >It could have done that at any point in time.
>Cyn now fought alone. >Or rather, always had and always would. >J just hadn't realized it. 33/???
>>77872 >Emily refuses to even hold hands until you put a ring on it. >Unfortunately she doesn't fully understand the custom and so just literally giving her a ring is enough.
>>77869 You're the one who put the fortune in your post, sonny. Beretta would laugh at you for being an Oogi if she wasn't busy watching Star Wars original trilogy right now.
>>77906 You see a man who is desperate to escape into fantasy I see a man who knows exactly what he wants in a world where most people don't even know that
Just to take a break and draw something new I though up some more Sector 4 military background characters. These are like elite variations of Calibern's private security force and proto-Sentinel workers, of course borrowing heavily from the grunt/soldier drone idea although I will try to work some more of my own design flourishes in so it isn't just a carbon copy. I liked the concept of them and I'm a bit of a Zakufag so I was already primed to like them The drones generally tote heavier weapons like the pictured heavy blazer rifle, grenade launchers, autoshotguns, shoulder fired rocket launchers, etc. Their team leads are made up of Solver War veterans transferred to S4 and given further specialized training. They often carry a variety of advanced weapons customized by them to suit their strengths but all of them are equipped with an EMP pistol, monomolecular combat knife and Mag-Gauntlet, which can both grab hold of drones to physically restrain them (useful for combatting Solver Witches) and accelerate small metal objects to bullet-like speeds. They most often accompany Calibern researchers to Solver infected colonies for sample collection missions, capturing zombie drones and solver witches for transport to various labs for study, vivisection, and other experiments.
>>77925 Seriously, why does anyone still bother with it? Especially with the recent changes to the site, I don't feel like waiting 15 minutes to post. Are Anons just stupid as fuck? Did these dumbasses forget that this place exists? Hell maybe it's a good thing because they're that fucking stupid
>>77926 Probably for the best, 4chan has been increasingly shit ever since m00t, that fucking faggot, left us. At this point it basically seems to be populated primarily by brainrotted soyteens, twitter tourists and tumblr refugees who needed somewhere new to be drama whores after their host site banned porn.
>>77905 >>77906 >>77907 >MILF Tessa is looking herself in the mirror decked in lingerie, gerterbelts and heels >She puts her hands behind her head and strikes a pose >She holds it for a second >Then she sighs and stops >Her body is all flabby >She looks herself all around in the mirror >Not admiring but judging, as if she is inspecting damages >And that paunch on her lower belly >Everyone tells her she is overreacting but it is making her insecure and she sees it larger than it is >She pinches it with a pout >A pair of arms hug her from behind and lift her off her feet >"H-Hey!" >"Hey you. Admiring yourself? I do it all the time." >Matching rings glisten in each's finger >Tessa's heels clack as you put her down >But you don't let go >"I don't understand what you're so insecure about. Your body is beautiful. You have no idea of the powerful and seductive influence of a woman's mature beauty. To a young man it is as obvious as the sun. I'm lucky I haven't had to fight over you yet! And this." >"Hey!" protests Tessa as you put your hand on her small paunch >"This is cute. It is like a beauty mark." >You plant a kiss on her shoulder >"I love you, Tessa. All of you. Forever and always." >Tessa can't suppress her smile anymore >"A charmer like you could had any woman." >"No other woman is Tessa James Elliott. My wife and mother of my children." >Tessa turns in your embrace and puts her arms around you >"I love you so much." she says >Tessa fades >The manor around you fades >Your children, your clothes, your life >"Me too, Tessa. Me too." >You are lying in bed, alone and unpresentable >A painful past, no future >Alienated, dienfranchised, supressed >The changes in the world are depriving you of the things you loved and hoped for >All you have left are fantasies to warm your heart with >A pointless existence in the end times >Waifufaggotry is a drug
>>77933 They're an organization I originally created to be antagonists in my first large Murder Drones fanfic. Calibern are a very old tech and military research company dating back to pre-interstellar colonization. Sometime in the 2990s they're absorbed by JCJenson and become a subsidiary company. During the nebulous Office AU/Solver War AU time period they gain a lot of power over a region of space called Sector 4, and make up the core of the same-name Research Team 4. Their biggest contribution to the war effort is a line of Sentinel drones based on captured Disassemblers. They're defined by a focus on developing the most advanced technology possible as fast as possible with little to no care for ethics or morality. The company is broken up into three major divisions, Biological Research, Robotics Research and [NULL] Research, which should all be pretty self-explanatory.
>>77957 Anon, your mother fetishism is showing. Harper is motherly only to one person, that being her daughter. The rest of the time she’s a cool big sister figure
>>77968 I'd prefer Holly just because there's a chance she could actually be pumped full of 'data', whereas giantessa would make that next to impossible
>>77951 >Rough: A haphazardly shredded drone. >Coarse: Assorted materials that make a drone. >1:1: A labour bot. >Fine: A disassembly drone. >Very Fine: [NULL]
>>77968 I fancy I could convince Holly to not kill me so that we can observe the aftereffects of whatever she did to me. Giantessa can't be reasoned with. She would rampage on your spirit's house until she is spent or tazed too much.
>>77914 nice. love your spin on the soldier drone concept and the armored human counterpart. if they shared the same universe as the grunt drones I could see them being the far more effective and efficient successors to the grunts. the grunts would stick around as cannon fodder because they were cheaper to produce, and see these soldier drones as "big sisters/brothers" despite being the older models by far.
>>77972 putting a DD in SCP-914 >Rough: writhing viscera >Coarse: assorted endoskeletal structures from a DD, both biological and mechanical >1:1: a standard B.O.X.O unit >Fine: a Sentinel Drone >Very Fine: a microscopic fraction of a Hyper Drone
>You ask Holly for sex >Nobody talks to her unless they have to >She asks if you have to have sex with her >You want to say "Yes doctor, if I don't have sex with you, I will die!" but you know better than to miscommunicate with her >You tell her no and that you just want to try it >You are the only person to approach her willingly >That makes you an oddity, and Holly studies oddities as a hobby >She makes you her boyfriend project >Now your weeks end on Friday and start on Monday >Every Monday morning you wake up to Holly saying stuff like "I cleaned your muscle fibres of calcium deposits" or "You won't be needing glasses anymore" or "I replaced your liver with an expensive model. My treat." >You haven't watched Saturday morning cartoons with Harper for weeks
>(she replaced her molecules with “wife material” and then injected you with serum to replace your molecules with “husband material”, total expenditure: $270,000,000)
>“Hey..” >John jolted where he sat but stopped himself in the same instant. It was okay - it was just Beretta. >She’d helped him find those medical supplies when she could’ve killed him. >She was… tolerable. >“How’s it going?” >John shrugged. >“You know we’re having a Halloween party . You’re welcome to come.” >“I’m not ready yet. I can stand you and the DDs, but… old habits die hard. It’ll probably be a while before I can get used to the others.” >Beretta walked up behind him, hands still jammed into her hoodie’s pouch. >“What are you doing?” >She realized that could be a bit rude to ask and tried to do damage control as soon as she said it. >“I- I mean, if you want to tell me, I don’t wanna pry or-!” >“Nah. you’re fine. I’m just… celebrating in my own way. “ >John lit another one of the emergency candles he’d dug out of some supply kits, pushing it in line with a few others. >The row of dim lights flickered, the flames sputtering on old wicks. >“Back on Earth, some of my extended family celebrated Dios de los Muertos. It was kinda like Halloween, but… different. A day later, for one thing. A celebration of the people we loved who died. Remembering them.” >Beretta took a seat next to John, looking over the area he’d laid out in front of him. >Names were scrawled with some chalk, crude portraits drawn alongside. >“I can’t do any of the stuff I used to be able to. I don’t have any of their pictures any more, and their faces are fuzzy… I don’t have any of the decorations or anything… so I made do with this.” >“Do you miss them?” >John paused as he began to light the last candle. He winced as the match burnt his fingers, waving them out. >“I… I don’t know. I miss a lot of things, but at the same time I’m glad they aren’t here. To be stuck like me. Or to see me like this.” >“That’s kinda heavy, man.” >The human snorted. >“I live off scraps of barely edible stuff I find day-to-day, Beretta. I guess that I can be thankful for a couple things, though.” >“Like what?” >“Well, the fact that I’ve got a friend, at least.” >Beretta smiled. >“And also the fact that I haven’t lost my marbles completely yet. When I do, though, you better throw me out of the bunker before your friends eat me. I’d like to die intact, thanks.” >“WDs don’t eat flesh, dummy. “ >She glanced at the apparition of Cyn that smugly flickered in the corner of sight. >“Well, they typically don’t. Anyway, I’ll leave you with your little shrine.” >“Wait. I… I think I’ll go to the party after all.” >“Really? Will you be okay?” >John glanced at the candles, the earliest ones already burning low. Everything ends eventually - what matters is what you make of the time you’ve got. >“I’m… willing to give it a shot. It’s not like there’s much left to lose now anyway, but there’s still a chance to gain.” >“Right on!” >Beretta and John walked back out the door. >“I know my dad and Eye will be glad to see you. Both were worried.” >“I’ll thank N, but Eye really needs to back off…” >Beretta laughed. >The candles would burn a little longer before flicking out one by one. >Perhaps that was for the best.
>>78000 Wait, people are okay with porn of a drone using a dead body for a suit, ¿¿and they are going mental for porn of a plain robot in a maid dress??
>>78002 >>78003 This sort of thing is why I say that if they had been born back in the day wokies would have been Bible thumpers burning D&D stuff for "promoting Satanism".
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>>78013 >You can't nut to Doll's body >You can't nut to Doll's ghost (it looks too much like her body) >You CAN nut to Doll's core Are you strong enough to do what must be done?
>the oogis infesting your apartment are all dead >their little bodies splayed across your kitchen floor with self-inflicted wounds, little shivs laying next to each of their hands >their blood pours pours into channels carved into your linoleum, forming a circle inside of which is a five pointed star, in the center is a single, untouched strawberry >the fruit, admittedly, looks downright delicious, like something you'd see in a commercial >it's bright, shining red exterior is firm and unmarred and topped with a perfect sprig of green leaves >your land-lord was not going to believe this shit >sighing you turn to grab some paper towels from the countertop >behind you, the oogi blood begins to boil, the air swirling >the oogi bodies are wrapped in tentacles as black as midnight, pulled into the earth with a sickening squelch >the hair on the back of your neck stands on end >it's then that you feel the air behind you get pushed out of place, as if something big appeared out of nowhere >two huge, soft, hefty bags of jiggly flesh make themselves known as they are dropped on your shoulders, so large they stick out past your noise >the scent of unwashed fem neet is unmistakable >a hand, large yet feminine explores the contours of your jaw, running tenderly down to the nape of your neck >"My servants were correct," it speaks from behind you, it's war breath tickling the top of your head >"you are husband material."
>>77983 >You and Holly try for a baby. >After a few rounds one night, a green dot lights up on the back of her wrist. >“That was it. I am officially fertilized.” >Still sweaty, completely naked, and generally disheveled, she immediately gets out of bed and walks over to her desk. >Sitting in her chair, she puts on her glasses and boots up CRISPR to edit the embryo’s DNA. Hey, wait, you don’t need to do that! >She spins around to face you. >She's quite a sight. >“Why not? I merely aim to create the smartest, strongest, most thoughtful child on the planet as a monument to both you and myself.. Gene editing is the best way to ensure that is the case.” Uh, well… I mean, it’s OUR kid. There’s no way that you and I could make anything less than the best kid from the jump, right? Consider it an experiment. >She pauses, thinking. > “… I suppose we could try having a child like that. As a control group, to compare to our future offspring. We will need to create many more to better investigate family hierarchical structures, sibling dynamics to be implemented in Sentinel teams to improve cohesion, favorable environmental conditions for educational and vocational experiences…” >She trails off into mumblings of the scientific advancements to be had. You sigh, a little amused. I love you, Holly. >She breaks out of her stream of consciousness and makes brief eye contact before quickly turning away. >It’s hard to see, since the computer screen is providing the only light in your bedroom, but you think she’s blushing. >“… I…. I am very attached to you as well.” >She is quiet for a second before adjusting her glasses. >“However, I retain the right to provide augmentation to our child if anything vitiates its ability and it expresses requisite desire for augments. Also, I insist on at least editing out the ability to contract malaria, posthaste.” Holly, just come back to bed. >“But neither you nor I require more than two hours of sleep.” Holly. Just… y’know? >“Truly, your whims still confound me. I WILL understand you and these… feelings, one day.” >She shuts down the gene editor and rejoins you. >Bliss.
>>78029 I don't even know if the child's life will be heaven because he will have an incredibly wealthy mother and loving father, or hell because his mother is a crazy psychotic scientist and he will be born into a world where there is a desperate war against SATAN.
>>78035 her age is intentionally left vague. it's probably best to assume Tessa's some kind of an adult. considering she was at least Meant to be at the gala till her drone's caused her to get in trouble. her body shape is not a good guess of age. judging on this from glitch in her head isn't either. the other humans would of had bobble heads too. but they looked a little bad so they went with normal human ones
>>78040 you really think they'd ever buy her entertainment more than once? those were good enough for her as a toddler and they're just as good now. she doesn't need a phone or PS8
>>78036 >her head isn't either. the other humans would of had bobble heads too. but they looked a little bad so they went with normal human ones Yeah. Tessa is the only human designed in Vickers style (head aspect ratio, neck, hair style, size of the eyes). It also helps give her a more youthful appearance than the rest of the humans have. Other than the Victorian/Gothic theme, giving everyone hats helps obscure the difference in head size between Tessa and the others.
>>77988 I should start editing Cynwalker lewds into Tessa lewds.
>>77989 >>77998 >>78000 This is why you have to stand your ground whenever you meet these retards. They make no sense. They are out to make themselves feel good by forcing themselves upon you.
>>77870 >J put herself together. >The battle raged around her. >Without her. >What to think of what had happened? >True, she hadn't managed to land a single hit, but had she not demonstrated her loyalty by standing with rather than against Cyn like everyone else in the vicinity? Why did that not count for anything?
>J wasn't wrong. >Hadn't been wrong. >She hadn't gotten sufficient results, that was it. >A well-run company would hardly go to bat for a chronically under-performing department. >J needed to step up to the plate and demonstrate her value proposition. >She'd been naive to think that fuzzy ideals like teamwork were all she needed. >If that was truly how she felt, she was no better than N. >Or that toaster. >Let them build a 'team' on shoddy sentiments and wild delusion. >Hers would be established -and membership earned- through merit and excellence. >It wouldn't be long until Cyn was forced to see the value of a team.
>J flew back into the heat of battle. >The frigid heat. >Uzi had lodged her pick-axe in Cyn, who had covered herself with a trembling hologram of a dying N. >Uzi had clearly fallen for it. >She stretched out a hand toward the changeling as if, even if that were the real N, regret and sorrow alone could restore him. >Clearly, no thoughts of battle remained in her head. >Just concern for her partner. >Their team's weak link was exposed. >That was all the opportunity J needed.
>She launched into a spin-attack, revolving gracefully. >The twin-tailed turbine spiraled through the air, blades at the ready. >The rush of air had forced her tail and her hair into formation with the elegant spiral of her body. >She looked gorgeous as she dove for the kill. > J was getting to the heart of the matter. >Uzi, the false hope of two fools, the one who'd ruined everything, who would soon be zeroed out. >She could imagine the look of pride on Her face as J served up Uzi's core on a platter.
>Light flashed and metal clanged and V was there, intercepting for Uzi. >N came from the other side, moving to free Uzi from her trance.
>The three of them were- were a team. >A winning team. >A final team. >They were working together, preserving each other, defending and covering for each other. >N and V had moved like fingers of one hand, coordinated in a way that the lopsided combination of Cyn and J could never match. >The trio were a collection of psychological pathologies, a laughable and pathetic bunch thrown together by an unending stream of coincidences, held together by the heavy hand of fate. >Somehow, in their unity, something powerful emerged. >Something that could stare in the face of the Absolute and think only of how to slice that face to pieces. 34/???
>>78045 Nta but her body looks pretty damn goCOUGH developed. Personally I think she is somewhere between 16-18 but also it doesn't matter to me. AoC in my country is less than 18 and also she is a fictional character.
>>78029 Very cute Anon! I think she would actually worry about having a child, there are all the obvious issues like dealing with the normal inconveniences of pregnancy, but also I think deep down she'd worry about being a poor parent. There is at least some part of her that recognizes her own childhood situation was bizarre, awful and full of neglect. She understands that her natural demeanor and her job would be at odds with properly raising a child. If she did though I imagine she'd approach the problem like any other, as a puzzle box to be solved for.