A new thread in the night Lest we forget, lest we forget Booru: dronebooru.co OC wheel: wheelofnames.com/8hc-stc Writing prompt wheel: wheelofnames.com/dmz-9uc Previous thread: >>87030
>>88020 It toke me too long to realize what you meant by this. that's not Nori and Yeva. it's Uzi and doll.
the long hair on doll and There is a lack of a braid on Uzi. though they did draw Uzi's hair mirrored which makes it look more like nori. probably due to drawing with a lack of reference.
>>88025 Perhaps the image was saved from twitter? lots of anon's here use it. When you download an image from twitter it's a bash of letters and numbers. whoever downloaded it might of renamed might of also confused them for Nori and Yeva and thus named it that. though that could be a stretch.
In Memory >She lit the small pile of wood, and stood silently as the flames festered, and then erupted. >With seemingly no purpose, Jane placed a rose on top the pyre, stepping back to observe silently. >She stood there alone, in the silence of the night, the light of the stars above reflecting off her and the buildings that surrounded her. >The light tinder quickly burnt through within short minutes, leaving nothing but a pile of cinders. Soon enough, the wind began to whip away at the ashes. >Jane looked up at the statues before her. >Beretta couldn't understand. >Was she cold, looking for a brief moment of warmth in the night? Or perhaps she had the inherent urge to light a fire, a Human, symbolic gesture, perhaps? >Jane hadn't been acting out of the ordinary at school. A little quieter than usual, maybe. >She chalked it up to sapien behavior. It was hard for her to understand the nuances of humans sometimes. >Beretta scurried out from her hiding place to stand before the pile of ashes. >Jane took notice of her. >"Strange seeing you here, B. Say, isn't it past your bedtime, kid?" >"Shut up, J. I'm having a night around town." >"At this part of town, at midnight? What are you, the WDF junior?" >"Whaaatever." >Beretta looked up to the colossal stone figments, their meanings long lost to the drone consciousness. >It stands as an anomaly, surrounded by the ruins of the behemoth structures and towers that humanity once conducted its livelihoods. >Beretta never understood why her mother had chosen to retain the statues. >As it were, they only existed as monuments to humanity's own self grandeur. >The men who would cast these giants would've never understood why their world came to an end. >They were victims of their pride, and these structures only proved it. >... >"It's all kinda' a waste, don't you agree?", Beretta asked. >"Hmm?" >"I mean, the people here built a bunch of statues of themselves, and like, not even good ones too. Just a bunch of giant dudes huddled up." >Jane listened, but displayed no expression. She continued to look up. >"I think they do their job just fine. It reminds us of who came before." >Beretta was confused. >"If they were aiming to remind themselves of their egos, perhaps, yeah." >She was less curious, and more disgusted. She liked humans...but these structures seemingly reflected the worst in the men of old. >They were monuments to an empire long fallen. What else could they have been? >"I never understood why we had to study it in school," Jane began. "Third millennium history was probably my least favorite subject, I always felt like we focused too much on it. The first hundred years got more attention than the next 400 years put together. I never got it." >Beretta began to listen closely. Human history was such an enigma. >"Even up till the end, we still learned to recognize that short century, ahead of the hundreds of years of colonization and peace that I thought we should've focused on. Way more people came and went and died in worse, more horrific times, believe me, I know, but yet we still put our minds on those short years." >"But after all this time, I can kind of get it." >Beretta looked at her in confusion. >"The universe we carved out for ourselves all had to start somewhere..." Jane began. >"...and in this case, the world we know today, even a thousand years later, was born in those muddy trenches." >Jane walked up to the monument. She tore away at the debris the base of the structure, to reveal a steel plate, with words engraved. >She beckoned Beretta forward, and flashed a light to reveal the inscription. >"THE GREAT WARS. 1914-1918, 1939-1945. TO THE HEROES WHO FOUGHT AND DIED, SO WE MAY LIVE A THOUSAND YEARS IN PEACE, EVERMORE. LEST WE FORGET, 2945." >Beretta didn't get it. She never could. >Jane took a rock, and thus inscribed one more in the brittle stone below. >"LEST WE FORGET, 3071." >Jane scoffed, and then smiled. >"Here's to another thousand years of peace, B." >"What?" >"Alright, that's enough remembering from me, let's go get something warm to drink." >"I still don't g-whatever. Let's go." >They gathered their things, and left the stone men alone to stand in peace, evermore.
>>88029 < me found the original post using yandex https://x.com/levonocka/status/1676248585342418946 it is indeed uzi and doll. so it probably was whoever downloaded the image mistaking them for Nori and yeva
How mostly drones would react on the way to your MAID appointment: >Uzi: Doesn't care, wishes all humans would get themselves killed like this >N: Recites bargain-bin self-help drivel at you trying to convince you not to go through with it, but he'll get over it a few minutes after you die >V: Thinks it's dumb you're doing this when you could just ask her, insists she get your blood afterward >J: Congratulates you heartily on making the difficult, but right decision (she has a dead peasant's insurance policy on you that will somehow pay out for this) >Thad: Confused, but thinks it's cool, like in Futurama >Lizzy: Doesn't care at all >Doll: Kills you herself before you leave
>John: Joins you, then backs down at the last moment, but can't explain why >Jane: Doesn't stop you, but is sad to see another human go >Beretta: Will not let you do it >Akita: Very upset and saddened by the whole affair >Negev: Tells you death won't be the escape you think it is >E: Places you under "mandatory house arrest" until you "get better" >L: Tries to convince you not to die a virgin/give you a reason to live >U-U: Burned the clinic down last night, then tie you and take you to an "emergency mental health retreat"
>Lucy waltzed into the Sentinel base like she owned it. >Unfortunately it wasn't as easy as the first time, but these things rarely were. >The security had been updated, but she'd still managed to get by with some forged/stolen/legitimate documents she'd cooked up. >It was a lot of trouble, but Lucy still had one target, one that she wasn't quite sure how to handle the last time she was here, but now, she had a plan. >She knocked on the door to the quarters, knowing there wouldn't be an answer. >Harper was, of course, scheduled to speak with the rest of the brass today. >But it would give her time to- >"Come in," Harper said from within. >Lucy paused. >"Come on in, Lucy." Harper repeated. >Lucy smiled. A creepy and ominous invitation? Now that was how horror movies started. >She of course, opened the door and slipped inside. >And found Harper waiting for her, sifting through a stack of documents. >"Hello Lucy. Before you ask, yes we saw you enter. Those drones you stole your papers from were pretty quick to report things." Harper said. "I suppose you came here to scare me?" >"Of course!" Lucy replied. Still all smiles, despite the unexpected situation. Surprises were, after all, kind of her thing. >"And you know we have an open capture order on you?" >Nod nod. >"Then why come? Why not find an... easier target?" Harper put down the papers, looking at her. "Or is this some kind of game to you?" >"Because it's Halloween! Everyone deserves a good scare." >Harper seemed to pause, scrutinizing her. "I think there's something wrong with you, Lucy. And just by this short conversation I think you know that too. I've already interviewed the others after your 'encounters' with them, and I have to say it explains a lot about your behavior on the base before those 'incidents'... Could I ask what level I am now?" >"Seven," Lucy answered. "Oh and I had a good one." She dug around her pack a bit, struggled, then opted to just dump the contents on the floor. >A bear trap clattered to the ground. >Harper eyed it with disinterest. >"I see." Harper said. >"Oh don't worry, I made sure it would just trap you, not like, take off your leg. I'm a good person." >Harper was silent for several seconds. >"Lucy, I want to help you... Will you let me help you?" >Lucy took a moment to ponder that. >"...I don't think I need help. I'm happy like this." Lucy considered the bear trap, then realized she'd spoiled the surprise. "Oh... o-oops̴̠͔̞̦̬̫̹̦̙̼̔̓̽̓̈̊̃́̏͆̌̕ͅͅ." Lucy's voice glitched. Abruptly, her visor flashed 'Level 8̶̼̮͈̹̩̮͇̰̼̗͕͐̓͐.' She twitched, then started to giggle. >"I'm happy to hear that, but unfortunately your happiness is causing problems for others. So -- I'm afraid this isn't a choice." >"Wha-" was all Lucy got out before Harper's photon emitter flashed, and Lucy fell to the ground.
>"Anything?" Harper asked. >They had Lucy hooked up to the Sentinel's diagnostic mainframe. >Trying to use a normal diagnostic unit just resulted in... well destroying that unit. The strangeness of that incident had prompted Harper into bringing out the big guns, and roping two more sentinels into guarding the worker drone, just in case. After all, Harper wasn't about to repeat the mistakes of her friends. >The technician just shrugged. "Honestly it looks normal." >"What do you mean normal?" Harper asked. >"I mean normal. This is just the standard software. I mean, sure she's got permanent memory files of like, every horror movie I've ever heard of, and a lot more I haven't, but I'm not seeing any sign of a virus or corruption. I even checked for Solver remnants." >"So you're telling me what? She's doing this on her own?" >"No, there's a clear compulsion in the random access memory, I just can't find the-" >The technician stopped as the lights cut out. >Harper immediately went on high alert. If this was an attack - >She suddenly realized the diagnostic monitor was still on, the only real source of light in the room. >It read 'Level 8̶̼̮͈̹̩̮͇̰̼̗͕͐̓͐'. >"What-" Harper stopped, realizing the two sentinels beside her weren't moving. >Their visors had the same readout. 'Level 8'. >"What's happening?" Harper asked. >"I - I don't know." The technician typed furiously on his keyboard, but nothing seemed to work. >She heard a giggle, Lucy's voice. Harper turned, intent on stunning the drone again, only to realize the worker's body was still inert. >The sound had come from the sentinel beside her. >Another laugh, from the other guard. >"W-what is this?" Harper shoved the technician behind her as the two sentinels turned with unnatural, stilted movements. >"Af̷̰͙̜̜̞̜̼͍̮͔̱̈́̈̓͂͂́̄͗́̈̆̎̂̇́̾͜ͅr̴̩͋͐͂̓̓̒̀̉͑̆̍́̾̈́́͘͝aiii̸͕̟͙̠͈̇́̉̅̒̉̌̓̈́̿̋ͅd?" Both sentinels asked. >Harper grit her teeth. "H-how are you doing this?" >Both sentinels smiled. A two wide, unnatural smile, it reminded her of the disassemblers. >"N-not telling... After all..." Lucy's eyes lit up, head raising ever so slightly. "E-explaining the m-monster r-r-ruins it..." >More laughter. >Harper covered her eyes as the first sentinel flashed her, she darted forward, stunning him as her tail slammed the second into the floor. A moment later he was stunned as well. >Then, the lights suddenly turned back on. >Harper wheeled on Lucy -- only to find she was gone. >She alerted the base, but they found no sign of the worker. >Only after she'd returned home did Harper find a sign of her. A single note, left on Harper's desk, over the papers she'd been combing through. The reports on Lucy. >It simply read - "We walk among you." >Lucy's capture order was pushed up three tiers that day.
>>88072 Do not let the grandmother rest in retirement, she is a veteran of labor, and so worked all her life, and the children left grandchildren to her for a week, while they themselves went abroad on vacation.
I have the feeling Lucy's inevitable fate is either trying to scare someone with zero bullshit tolerance and being one-shot, or encountering the Solver and learning true fear before annihilation. In either case, there's a stinger that implies she might still be alive, but the original director gets fucked over and the studio runs away with the rights so the sequel never comes to fruition.
>>88081 Venom-anon here or punished anon or what ever you guys wanna call me I was the guy with the venom snake cosplay robot arm I would wear in every photo also the guy who put his cyn plush in the microwave
>>88106 Obligatory Anon joke. Lucy's a tough girl, she'd do her research on all the Solver's appearances and everything it's said, psychoanalyze the beast, and hit it with an expertly-crafted trap designed to strike at what it's afraid of. Only to be told she's wrong, get impaled on a bone spike, and torn apart by hungry DDs as Cyn watches. The post-credits scene has her visor flick back on and her dismembered limbs start twitching.
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>>88113 I tried too many times to draw the mouth and I gave up at that point. so her expression was unclear. but yes she was meant to be sketched back over it with a higher quality. so hopefully this ones a bit more clear?
>>88139 I only remember one person talking about commissioning someone for a Beretta plush. That was it. If he ever had it done, I don't remember anything posted here, though I haven't been to /co/ prime in quite some time.
>>88171 Tits are great, but ome can hardly at those to drones (except when they are clothed ofc, see camper V/ DD J) On model drones don't have pronounced tits, but the shape of their chests isn't plain ribcage, the front has a bit too much bulging volume and roundness for that. Going with Alice for this ofc, see the hint of white under her right sleeve? Chest is pretty round even on model, also keep in mind that the gown doesn't directly touch the black smooth midsection directly (real sleekness of her mid is visible at the ripped parts of the gown, see pic rel for the rough outline)
This shows pretty good too, keep in mind the gown 'hanging' down from her chest, it doesn't tightly hug the thinnest part directly under her breast, if she were to wear nothing it would look even rounder. Probably also good on cheerleader drones but the whiteness of Alice's largely exposed chest and zhe way her black mid is partially visible (only in a few shots) through the tattered gown is just peak
>>88171 >>88172 >>88174 Gentlemen, consider this. A tight tummy leading up to dfc. Flat, but distinct from a male chest. You can lick up and down in one go. Your drone can look cute by being insecure or smug about her bust. It accentuates her hips. And you can make her do the male swimsuit challenge where a flustered flat girl tries to pass for a boy., pretty much flashing her tits at everyone and hoping nobody will catch on to it. However. Some drones' shape and personality, such as DD V and J demand more tit.
>Be Agent Chuck >Agent for the United Federation of Systems' Federal Investigation Agency >Has arrested over 7000 anons for illegal disposal or prostitution of robots >Has issued the decommission of hundreds of thousands of worker drones and labor bots for engaging in sexual activities >Take bribes from the Elliotts to not investigate their pile of illegally disposed drones >Go back home >Kiss your human wife and high five your two human children >Yell at your servant drone to go back to its recharge station where it belongs
>>88075 Let me explain something. Harper is utterly terrified of the idea of losing her loved ones, especially to the Solver. She doesn’t want to be alone, simply put.
Requesting a drawing of Tessa the silly goober holding up her tits and thinking to herself "I wonder how many pregnancies it will take to make these massive".
>>88206 I mean, they all used to be servants at the Elliots' ancestral stormy swamp mansion that has a suspicious number of relatively fresh human corpses nearby.
>>88213 >The Elliott mansion's backyard had thousands of dead drones she could use >She has enough resources to clone the ones she has, no need to convert more, just add them to the spires
>>88213 >>88216 >Solver War RTS >Humans buy units using a passive income >Cyn has to build harvesterpedes that consume drone corpses in the junkyards and the streets and bring them back to the Chop Shop where they can be converted into various DD units
>>88218 Turning a worker drone into a solver drone is simple, but then turning it into a disassembly drone would likely be as costly as cloning one. It'd also be more risky because they could use the solver against them. Cyn would likely prefer to clone the several thousands of drones who are already loyal or dead in dumpsters than risk infecting a drone that can fight back.
>>88220 Ugi B. she isn't flat but surely not busty, also a head shorter than everyone else Doll D or larger. Cheerleader and Russian. Lizzy C . Has to be smaller than Doll, but she totally has assets bigger than Uzi. Rebecca...no idea. Emily A. She's tiny herself and it fits her demeanor in canon. Alice D. Older than the others and 'mom' and has the energy, could surely have more if she wouldn't live in desolation and subsist on scavenging. Nori and Yeva could be many things, I am out of ideas.
>>88223 Harper isn’t exactly loyal to humanity as much as she is loyal to her desire to protect the innocent. But she will rough up the collectors because she hates real estate scams
>The Spaceranger returns to the Sentinel Base >The Sentinel Drone stumble out of there >Roughed up, shaken, but alive >They are in for some R&R in the following days >Usually this involves rooming with an emotional support human >The hidden intent behind this is to manipulate the drones into having a false good image of humanity and to develop emotional dependancies >Your assigned buddy is Harper >You are waiting for her with the other roomies at the hangar >You hug the Sentinels, you tell them you are glad they are alive and you generally make them feel like today was worth it >You wipe the smog off of Harper's face with a rag and tell her that you cooked her something nice for after the debrief and the checkups >Harper smiles and thanks you >"You have such a kind heart" she says. "You always restore my faith in humanity. But today someone else needs you more than I do. I have requested a partner switch. Sorry I didn't ask you about it first. This will be your roomie for the following days." >You look at the drone next to Harper >You thought they were just being friends with eachother >The drone has an unhappy sort of passive expression on her face >She is staring at you >It's that human-hating mental wreck, Elf >Awwww, son of a bitch...
>>88240 My headcanon is that they are all of a modest size. Except for the one time on /co/ when Mini Y took boob pills and grew a rack so big, people couldn't find her.
>>88243 >Dirt presses femdrone's big boobs together >Femdrone makes a pained expression >Artificial milk comes out of femdrone's nipples and runs down her underboobs >Dirt licks it off of her and starts suckling >Femdrone is powerless to resist >She is alone and romantically neglected >You could do anything you want to her in exchange for attention
>>88244 Anon, please, tell me that you'll do a series of those greens? This has already grabbed all my attention, please tell me there will be a series.
>>88259 nta Negev believes that breast size is merely an illusion that serves to further trap drones within the frigid prism of un-reality (coping chestlet babble)
Do you seriously do this every time Kurt and Chiappa get mentioned? You know who I'm talking about and its not even worth a you. Not everything has to be incest but fucking rape? Kill yourself faggot.
>>88271 >>88264 You are really fast and good, love the design of Negev, good blend of onmodelness (limbs/collarbones) and stylization. Did you ever think about making something similiar with Alice?
>>88264 >>88271 God damn, not even 15 minutes apart, I wish I was this fast at drawing, a simple sketch like this would take me like 30-40 minutes minimum... Fuck...
>>88255 I keep seeing Chiappa and Kurt mentioned but nobody ever says WHO they actually are They’re somebody’s OC’s and all but what do they do and what role do they actually play in their setting
>>88281 The children of Anon and Beretta. Chiappa is a drone athlete while Kurt is dealing with an existential crisis because of his unnatural birth being the child or a human and a drone that is Solver meat made to look like a human.
Time to give out facts for pre-downfall Facts about patient zero; ETRS AE-051
>Full name is Anthony Elias. >Co-Workers call him “Anon” mostly due to in and out attitude during repair jobs and his tendency not to remove his helmet during his shift. >Is part of the JCJenson family. (No literally, they own his legal papers. JCJenson is a literal parent company) >only 20 years but the stress of his job add some ages to him with parts of his hair already turning gray. >like the rest of the ETRS. He is a guinea pig for some experimental tech. >Upper management hates him. >might be mildy autistic. >has so many JCJenson branded pens. He made a functioning pen gun.
>the decoder used him as a tojan horse. Hijacking his mind and body for its own purposes. When it was time to upload itself into thr station’s mainframe the connection was severed by the security team. AE-051’s was seperated from the decoder but left him in a state of dementia for three months. The decoder however managed to reach the system slowly making its way that would lead to the downfall the space station.
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>>88276 I don't really know what to say to that. everyone just sketch's at their own pace, I just happen to be fast at it.
>>88273 forgot to reply to the rest of this with the allice drawing.
Thank you for the compliments
>>88280 it's all one big Paint.net file, I'd need to save them each as a separate image for that. been taking screenshots of the drawings is why their upscaled,
I'll probably save them all once I'm done drawing and shove them into a mega file or something.
>>88291 Ey you did it! Very nice! Great details, I really like how you even added the black streaks. Very crazed expression, going with 'pupils' in her hollow eyes make her look deranged, hot. Also first time I ever saw a drone with pubic hair, Alice would totally not trim it tho. Nice and sexo
>>88220 Assuming we are talking about Mammary Adapters...
>Uzi: B, although she doesn't wear them very often >V: A* (Modular Mammaries that can adjust size at-will; Maximum size is G) >J: Has two pairs; B (for business) & DD (for pleasure), both JcJenson brand >Doll: Has three pairs; D (gift from Lizzy), C (for cheerleading), & A (hand-me-down from Yeva) >Lizzy: Has ALL pairs (practically owns the entire size catalogue within her personal Anatomy Adapter collection)
I'll do another batch later. Any suggestions on who next?
>>88344 Boris is something I've seen used in the past on here, but ther's nothing official the hivemind is real I was wondering the same thing just an hour ago
>>88348 It sounds almost cliche, but genuinely one of the best things to do is just read. Read a fuckton of books from a fuckton of authors. It'll help give you a sense of how stuff should be paced and how to make prose engaging.
>>88351 I would, but college has taken a huge chunk of both my time and will to live, so I haven't been able to read books or AO3s. I also want to write greentexts for popular characters but since I mostly lurk I don't know much lore, and writing about my own feels selfish.
>>88348 If you plan on doing greens, do not see (You)s as a metric of quality or popularity of your work, it is not good, and you are going to be wrong most of the time if you try to deduce it with that.
>>88356 Sadly, in 4chan or plus, you can't really tell, unless they tell you, but the problem is probably that easily 20 Anons will read it, and zero will say anything about it. If you want that type of info, AO3 is mostly better for that, but that means putting your story out there, but since there are more people, it is more probable that one will give you feedback.
>>88364 AU where everyone is human but still retain supernatural elements. Like the DD are vampires, Solver hosts are witches, Tessa is a werewolf and Cyn is a fae.
>Tragically buffanon did not make it. Let his unfortunate fate be a reminder to keep training your stamina and endurance and to always stay properly hydrated.
>>87594 Sorry man but you are going to have to settle for worse drawfags for now.
>>88385 I'm a dogshit drawfag and sometimes I consider going to /co/ and doing requests I don't like to piss the requesters off. Because if a request gets drawn, nobody else will touch it.
>>88388 >If a request gets drawn nobody else will touch it True for the most part but not always. Redraw request of Alice from Octobre 2023 was drawn twice
>>88385 >He forgot that tonight is baby-making night [spoiler] >*PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP* >"GET ME PREGNANT GET ME PREGNANT GET ME PREGNANT!!!" [/spoiler]
>>88403 Nah, he's moved on to a new project. The two main protagonists will be a girl with monstrous powers and questionable morals, and a nice guy who's sort of a pushover but has hidden depths.
The collection of Ivory outfit requests is FINALLY done. Jesus. I want to go to sleep and never wake up again. Anyways, the original file is too large so this is the compressed version. Full HD version here. >https://files.catbox.moe/0w6v2h.png (Working on this made me grow to hate Ivory)
>>88406 Fuck she's huge (and cute). I bet her plush is even a head taller than the rest. >(Working on this made me grow to hate Ivory) Damn, there goes her strongest soldier. She shall now be banished to the void.
SD-X's Dating Advice Corner! SD-X says: "the (Commie bastards runnin' the government!) don't want you to know [this/your rights/a n y t h i n g] but the {PUNY HUMANS} in the *Arby's™ parking lot* are Free with purchase of | zip ties, chloroform, and a handkerchief or rag | you can just steal them away in the night. I have 410,757,864,530 humans in my (private residence)"
>>88418 That's a question for the philosophers, I think - it speaks to human nature as a whole >>88419 Well, I think you're based for seeing it through
>>88418 I don't think it's that uncommon of a sentiment among artists. personally I enjoy drawing for the first little bit but the longer it takes to finish the more it starts to feel like a chore
>>88251 >>88342 Forgot to mention this, but you can also directly message me on the booru if you want to know something, want my input or just want to share your ideas. Username is Jiesol.
>>88400 >The werewolf, vampires and witches were no match to the Ancient Demon > Suddenly Thad comes in welding a hockey stick >Instant kills the demon Thad for the win
>>88427 OG Casey was great on so many levels. Campy as hell, super capable fighter, and a glorified presentation of mental illness. In a way he was the Solaire of his time. A guy so far into nutter territory that the rules of his genre don't apply to him.
>>88404 >The two main protagonists will be a girl with monstrous powers and questionable morals, and a nice guy who's sort of a pushover Ugh. God forbid we have a show about a band of battle brothers or a man defending a woman. Everything has to be stronk, grrrl and impotent man now. I hate progs so god damn much. California retards.
>>88406 Harper has a pseudo crush on Ivory, and it’s because Ivory is big and strong but also kind. It reminds her of the head maid she used to work under when she was still a WD.
>>88400 Since Thad would probably be Tessa's second favorite drone if they ever met, do you think she would allow him to ride ontop of her (Non-sexually) when she is in wolf form?
>>88439 Ivory is a simple-minded woman. She just wants to settle down and live a peaceful life and have a family. Harper, deep down, wishes she could have such a simple goal in life as Ivory.
>>88445 >>88444 Harper has a crush on Ivory because Ivory reminds her of the kind head maid at the place she used to work when she was a WD. Ivory is just like that maid >Big and strong >Kind >Educating >Patient >Funny It’s a weird sort of mother figure issue but a much more positive version than most, because Ivory acts like the maid that helped Harper become who she is
>>88459 I don't think Liam would be a good person to work with in all honesty, he seems passionate but hyperfixates on moments instead of the big picture. Also things like the original J concept art being unfinished make me feel like he doesn't deliver on deadlines.
>>88438 He is possessed of literal infernal lust. I am angry with the man because of his position. Entertainment is important to cope with the bleak reality of this gay earth, and for shaping the future generations who will in turn make reality bleaker or brighter. The people destroying entertainment are straight up villains. As always Management is a big problem, with it's retarded meddling and cost-cutting. But politics are an even bigger problem. They affect what you can't say and do, what you must say and do, and who to hire. And because of these people the entertainment industry is dying of cancer. Movies, cartoons, vidya. Our only hope for entertainment and for a change are the indie media. MD is no Skibidi or Digital Circus, but it is pretty big. Plus it has sentimental value to all of us here. Liam's previous works were in line with the cancer. Then MD happened. The pilot had cancer in it but Liam reworked the rest of the show. You'd think Liam wisened up. I sure thought he did. But then you read the stuff he says in the present day, the guidebook by which he works, and you realize that he hasn't learned a thing. All the changes he made to make MD better were forced upon him. He is like a modern George Lucas. He had a hit because he was tard-wrangled. Now he will use his success to make garbage. His next project will be cancer like the cancer he worships.
Think it's cold, being a headcrab? I mean, Solver creatures run hot, the Cronenberg Uzi turned that arrow into was even steaming in the open air, and the core is the hottest running part of a friendbot...
>>88469 My perspective on Liam has changed quite a lot over time, partially because the hype over MD has died down. The existence of this series makes me both happy and angry at the same time. Sure, the production itself is amazing, but when you take a step back and look at it, you quickly realize it's just another project made by a millennial faggot. The only difference between most 30-ytear-old fags and Liam is that he's REALLY autistic. But even then, he's still just another faggot like them.
Ugh, I just remembered. Although I'm done with the Ivory outfit requests, I still have to work on that stupid vid meme thing. I'll try to (hopefully) make it quick.
>>88348 One of the biggest things I can suggest is to get an overview of the story you want to write before you decide to write. Some people can probably wing it, but knowing what the start and end look like in your mind makes connecting the dots a lot easier.
Other than that? I'll give the cliche response of "have fun!" which is probably going to make some anons here groan, but I say that because I have a habit of sometimes treating writing like a chore and that just makes it way harder to get done. When you enjoy your writing I think other people can pick up on it.
>>88480 >Explain Design and Internecion Cube just stopping. I can't, but I doubt we've figured out his entire creative approach just by MD having an unsatisfying conclusion and most of his other projects being abandoned. There's any other number of things that could point to that. Unless we get like, a disgruntled ex-Glitch employee saying he was impossible to work with, it's probably too little information to judge.
>>88443 >Where's the creepy monstrous girl? I mean writers have largely stopped using squads as a main cast, like in Loonatics or Mighty Ducks. Nowadays they use the duo surrounded by recurring supporting characters. Finn and Jake, Star and Marco, Uzi and N. Not that this is a problem rooted in politics or even a problem inherently. It is kinda overused is all, and it often takes the form of a capable woman and an incapable man. Because the prog sociopolitics dictate that the woman must victimize her own ally or else she is being oppressed. Nihei does this dynamic right in his works. The man is powerful and capable but he goes through hell for a woman like a simp. The woman requires his protection but she is crucial and achieves things he can't. There is no friction between the two because they understand that they aren't competing. They have different strengths and either is fucked without the other. Plus Nihei also includes physically strong women in his stories, but he gives a good reason as to why they are like this.
>Why would the creepy monstrous girl need protecting? She can be a protagonist, an antagonist, a third faction or a civilian.
>>88447 Let's be honest, she doesn't have anything to write about.
Everytime I see spacesuit Tessa in an AU where she didn't get flaied alive, I get pissed off. Not for the reason you might be thinking, but because they always make her look like a fucking teenager without the helmet on or some freckled bitch. If Tessa somehow fucking survived she would not look like a female Spongebob, she would be incredibly old looking, her face would be wrinkled, her eyes would have that stare Veterans have. She WOULD HAVE SEEN SHIT THAT WOULD MAKE A BLACK MAN TURN WHITE
>>88509 This is where I don't understand the point of assimilating the human body. We can think Cyn would want to give the DD main three additional moral torture, or she herself had special feelings for Tessa as the one who saved her, then we can understand assimilation, but what's the point of assimilating Tessa's father's body if even in this fan comic he's not only not featured in any way, he's not even shown!
>>88489 Sentinel drones have the weaponry to kill disassembly drones by droves but like all things if you catch them blindsided or overwhelm them it’s over They’re probably expensive as hell to produce, too. They could never match the dd’s in numbers
>>88514 View it this way >James Elliot was the tormentor and reminder of ever constant doom to the Manor Trio >James Elliot was the oppressive hand that kept Tessa in place
>>88511 this mixed with the news letter implying Liam literally just dropped eldritch J on the team without any warning makes me wonder how diffrent MD would of played out with the original Ep 2 script.
I wish that episodes 1 and 2 got merged with Uzi wanting to kill the disassembly drones, only to team up with them after seeing the infesting solver fuckery (Something like Eldritch J in episode 2) and completely drop the "kill all humans" ending thing.
>>88529 The kill all humans thing is kind of important since it leads the audience under a false assumption. I remember when I made an entire AU based on that ending that featured a Drone rebellion on Earth, fear of technology, etc... and then episode 2 came out and completely killed that, but it helped since we both kinda went "Oh shit" together with the main characters
>>88521 >the news letter implying Liam literally just dropped eldritch J on the team without any warning What news letter? This is the first I've heard of this. >>88525 Zombies remind him of mind control, which aggravates his autism.
>>88552 I don't have reason to hate him on a personal level currently, despite calling him an ugly bastard who looks up to Hirsch. But I find him bueno and I suspect his autism to be a cover.
>>88552 I'm envious that he's a better creator than me and can make a living off of doing what he loves. Does that count? At the end of the day, I can't really criticize the man when I write greentexts on an altchan for a niche miniseries that I'm much too old for.
Hey guys, really sorry about how I ended Murder Drones (TM), I just ran out of money buying way too much lotion to wank to Cordie lewds with. Glitch isn't funding me anymore, but I'm launching a brand new crypto currency called MDCoin, and if you buy enough I'll make season 2 real!!!!!! Also buy the NFTs!!!!
>>88300 The idea is that they flew off to an emergency mission like In XCOM. Hence the transport's name.
>>88423 >>88345 >>88342 >>88257 I have this thing where I'll post a snippet to get an idea out or to stimulate conversation and people will ask me to make it a big thing. This is the third fandom this has been happening. I don't plan on doing anything with it but if the inspiration strikes me, I will share what I make. I'm more partial to Elfling instead of Elf.
>>88558 I meant a facade. I'm used to people of his kind putting up a quirky or magnanimous front while in truth they are spiteful, manipulative and have socially unacceptable sexual kinks such as cuck fetish or atraction to underage.
>>88509 >"[sadistic mocking tone] hello daughter, come give daddums a hug [cruel laugh]" >in a fraction of a second, Tessa draws her pistol and magdumps hollow points into "daddums's" head >his body collapses to the ground with a thud >"Tessa, you killed your Solver father!" >"...he was the Solver?"
>>88584 Yeah, I know what it was originally gonna be. It was going to be a zombie outbreak, but then Liam decided zombies was too much like mind control and mind control stuff aggravates his autism like nails on a chalkboard for some reason.
>>88590 >Liam decided zombies was too much like mind control and mind control stuff aggravates his autism like nails on a chalkboard for some reason. This makes no fucking sense. Then what's the shit the Solver does to Nori and Uzi?
>>88594 big black dog that's saliva is full of hallucinogens that will make you see/feel what ever it Wants you too. and also takes over your mind. and can control corpses no matter how rotten destroyed and decayed like markers can Necromorph flesh in dead space
You are now aware that Uzi getting turned into a god-worm that has to puppet her own corpse to blend in happened practically right after she finally found peace with being full of eldritch meat.
>>88384 This reminds me of a comic where the woman reveals herself as a beast to her boyfriend, calling herself a monster. But then the boyfriend is already naked. Can't find it tho :(
>>88601 You can't "lol just git gud" out of having zero physical connection to the people around you anymore and having to pretend you're still relatively normal anyway.
>>88613 She has its soul contained in her mind palace, she has its power (but not knowledge of how to use it all), and she has the Solverpede body that she, like the Solver, needs a host body (in this case her own) to stabilize its access to this dimension.
>>88617 Scene from an AU: Cabin Fever lab rat Alice, one of the two Solver witches it created (the other being Tessa), being dug up out of the snow by her future husband, WDF commander Teacher, and having their first meetng.
>>88611 >>88616 okay but I'm pretty sure Cynwalker wasn't just an illusory puppet. drone Cyn was, but Cyntessa seems to operate differently, especially in her spacesuit
>Uzi's turned into the one thing she never wanted to be and it's eating away at her >The world as she knew it as a child is destroyed, many of the people from it are dead and gone >There's a voice in her head that wants to take her over or destroy her >All she can do is fake being happy with it all and only break apart in private, because there's nowhere else for her to go Murder Drones is a genius coming-of-age story.
>>88623 >>88626 you can order a grunt drone to let you bury your face in her ass while she mans the roof mounted LMG and she'll just do it and only comment on it if you're messing with her aim
>>88637 I honestly got the impression Glitch approached him wanting to do Interecion Cube but they went in the murder drones direction for easier 3d character design. The drones are super in line with their designs/rigs in Sunset Paradise and their visors are essentially just better versions of Meggy's expressions.
>>88599 >>88609 >>88611 >>88613 >>88615 >>88616 >>88620 >>88622 >>88624 Posting again. The argument that made the most sense for me is that Uzi, much like Cyn from Episode 5, is simultaneously real and a hologram, both at the same time. As we saw from Nori in Episode 7, the Solverpede is an entity that both exists and doesn't exist, being able to change between the two. Meanwhile, Nori still exists in a physical form. However, from what we see, that's not the case with Cyn and Uzi, the "main" hosts through which the Solver exerts its power over the other hosts. As the main hosts, Cyn and Uzi have the ability to manifest and demanifest at will the same way the Solverpede does, except demanifesting will cause the Solverpede to appear and vice versa.
>>88643 you'd need to find one of the grunts that's survived long enough to have war stories first. they're usually a little wiser to why humans (and a few drones) look at them the way they do
>>88667 >"Uzi, I understand that being a crime against robogod has you depressed, but I said you could stress eat in class, not that you could stress eat the class."
>>88660 What does that have to do with anything? My response referred to him not being able to work on Internecion Cube or Design because he had work with Glitch Productions. Work and time that had to be spent on the series meant little time for anything else. If you can write a plausible story for Internecion Cube, draw and storyboard it from episode 1 to however many episodes you feel is good to provide a satisfying story, talking to people to find VAs, directing said VAs if you're not bringing a voice director into your effort, make music (or at least commission/license music from someone), while having to think about keeping a roof over your head and taking care of basic needs like food and rest. I mean, go do it and finish it. IC mini-sodes, short as they were, had VAs and some music. And it doesn't just stop there. Life goes on, you have to keep making. Learning to improve your craft while trying to live under some circumstances.
>>88567 >This is the third fandom this has been happening. Sounds like you have good ideas. >I'm more partial to Elfling instead of Elf. What does this mean?
>Nori: Has two pairs; 'natural' AA (AKA Solver flesh) & C (Mammary Adapter) >Alice: Has two pairs AND a pairless single (DDD); C ('borrowed' from a surface slicker) & H (custom-made from the discarded remains of numerous damaged Mammary Adapters) >Yeva: A* (owned but never worn, ended up giving them to Doll) >Harper: C (compressed into AAA underneath her suit) >Elf: None* (banned from wearing Mammary Adapters after "The Incident™", is now only allowed to use magnet nipples) >Q: D (extra bouncy due to Solver Shenanigans)
>>88697 >He passes by Anon, bridal carrying a sleeping Beretta >They nod to each other and continue on their way Akita's entirely too cute, but I must be loyle to my girlfriend.
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>>87762 the end to that part probably spoiled this scenery but ehh, it is what it is huhu. was mulling over how to write the next part and what pic i should draw, i tend to force myself to keep it simple. had written up a few short descriptions irma tells him about her old human team members, but i figured i should really keep details minimal. trying to find the starting point proved a lot more difficult but i think i figured it out when i went to sleep. rest is important boyos. drawing them from a different view too, also not something i do often so EHHHHH needed a lot of brain juice for that.
Would you watch take care of such a disheveled somewhat lost drone on magnets? >>88619 >>88618 I lkke yousr too, but I am not gettin anythin decent for 3 different pics tonight anymore. Wanna try again later this week. >>88625 Felt right, would probably have drawn her drunk anyways had I gotten no suggestions since I'm cozy drunk myself rn
>>88678 Fan-fuckin-tastic. I like their look, their bulkier limbs and color choice (in their other pics) suggesting more polymer construction. Polymer is light and strong to a degree but you do need more of it and good shape design/proper wall thickness for a given set of what they have to handle. >>88697 Awww, that's adorable as fuck.
>Fun late night Elf fact: Due to the way the XR4-AM13 functions, if it suffers any damage that disables the internal magazine's power systems, all the ammunition stored inside of it will simultaneously annihilate; instantly killing Elf and everyone in the vicinity. (Depending on the total payload of the stored ammunition). >Despite the XR4-AM13 being reinforced (Primarily to handle the force generated during firing) all it would take is a single lucky hit to instantly kill her. So, it’s imperative for Elf to try to stay outside of enemy weapon range.
>>88418 Hahaha hate drawing, couldn't be me, not like I just spent 3 whole fucking days on a failed drawing, nope not me, i love drawing. its just... so fun when you spend all that time for nothing. I looove drawing so much
>You're stranded on a drifting ship, headed off to no man's land in search of a habitable planet, with a single grunt drone >They normally never make it past a month time in service before dying horribly, but it turns out that's about how long it takes for their AI to start developing past its restraints >Seven months in, she's gotten rather quirky, keeping that radio-quality voice and military mannerisms, but now she observes more than her orders and objectives >It leads to some awkwardness when she catches you staring at her rear and frontal armor plating >Any weird thoughts you have about her odd body can be banished quickly enough, thanks to the adapter you found in the ship's cargo hold >It was nice of JCJ to include free fleshlights in its "spare drone parts, esoteric" shipments, though it raised questions about company policy >Then the grunt catches you using it. >You brush it off as stress relief, but with frightening determination, the one-eyed soldier walks forward, offers to assist, grabs the adapter from your hands, and- oh fuck >You've seen them bend metal with their hands, but now hers are working the impromptu sleeve with care, and it's doing way more for you than just doing it yourself does >She notices this, and declares she'll help you with stress relief from now on >You're surprisingly fine with this, but... you're a bit worried about how she's started acting lately >You don't think she's just doing it to "help" any more, given that she's started sitting in your lap more often, letting you 'inspect' her armor plates, and remarking on your size during 'relief' >Oh yeah, there was also that time her tongue snaked out of her scary mouth and licked the inside of the adapter clean once you were done >You should figure out how to install it into her. For no reason in particular, just to see if you can, haha.
>>88737 Maybe Alice? She would surely like being outside, after all the time caged in the confines of what were a few levels of labs for decades. Just look at how much pent up energy and potential for excitement she has, couldn't get her to come inside again. She doesn't mind getting dirty or wet judging by her gown, it's a cute scenario really
>>88749 >SD-🍆, the terror Disassembly Drone >Cyn found him with an XXL adapter attached and thought it was so funny it was worth keeping >His effect on human morale is profound, even though he doesn't do anything with it, it's just constantly erect and waving around as he slaughters >Recently his combat performance has dropped massively on account of Elf blowing his dick off from miles away whenever he crops up >The sight of it exploding still causes morale issues in the male population, though
>oogi cackles and shoots you in the back with her oogi-sized railgun >she slightly singes your shirt >she gives you this innocent look when you turn around and angrily demand to know who shot you, forgetting that a smoking railgun is laying at her feet >you whip out your dart gun and shoot her right between her purple eyes >the dart sticks to her forehead >crosseyed, oogi wiggles her arms and reaches for the haft of the dart, but her stubby limbs are too short to remove the object >oogi must live the rest of her life with it attached to her face >when she returns to her hive, the other oogis tease her by slapping the dart and giving her a headache
>>88765 >oogi tries to draw you an apology picture with crayon >every time she tilts her head down to look at the scrap of paper that is her canvas, the dart hits the ground and rings her head like a bell >this causes oogi to lose her cool and start screaming about total skin-nigger death until she calms down
>>88781 >DD Emily judges drones for failing to live up to humanity's glory >They are always found wanting and face her holy wrath >Except Marcy, she's cool
>"Hey? What's that smell? Smells like something burning....oh man, baby, YOU JUST BURNED MY BALLS! HELP ME MY BALLS ON FIRE! IT'S BURNING, MY BALLS ARE BURNING! GIMME SOME WATER, PUT SOME WATER ON ME! OH MY GOODNESS MY BALLS ARE BURNING!"
>>88781 Personally, I think Catholic school girl would be a good jumping off point for a weirdly hot robot version of Emily's design. Something like picrel, but with a longer (and plaid) skirt.
Gonna take a break from these threads while I sleep. And you know what? I wanna kiss Alice On this weirdly formidable white snoot, or on the teeth. She does have sharp teeth but a small tongue, not like V. Alice due to not being a host also wouldn't have Saliva
>Lucy unplugged the unfortunate drone beside her, the drone rubbed her head and looked up towards Lucy, grateful. >"Thanks..." The worker said. "I feel... better without... all that." >"I'm glad. And don't worry, it's super helping me too," Lucy replied. >The other drone took a moment to collect herself, ignoring Lucy's words. >Having your memories messed with was a bit of an experience, but it was a popular option when you were living in a hellscape. >Lucy was quick to cut the connection herself. This device was meant as more of a backup of memories, rather than 'removing' them as Lucy had been doing. >But it was exactly what she needed. >While the other drone was acclimating, Lucy saw her guard was down. Her instincts immediately went towards the rubber spider in her pocket. >Lucy hesitated, then stopped herself. >"Nah," Lucy muttered. "You've had enough excitement for one Halloween." >"Huh?" The worker drone looked at her, confused. >"Don't worry about it." Lucy gestured to the door. "Probably best you head back, gonna be night soon." >The worker drone nodded, then after some more back and forth, scampered off back towards her and her friend's impromptu shelter. >Night meant that the disassemblers would come. And Lucy wasn't exactly in safe territory anymore. >But, that was necessary. After all, she had a big job to do. And when she said everyone deserved a good scare for Halloween, she meant everyone. No exceptions. >And with this last day of work, she was finally ready. >Ready for her magnum opus... >So, before night fell, Lucy headed out. Rumor was a certain military base was about to be attacked, and she wouldn't want to be late...
>It was a bust. >Well, the first base was a bust. >Lucy watched from the safety of her vantage point as several disassemblers did what disassemblers do. Very grisly. Very spooky. Sad, but not what she was here for. >It was on her third attempt that she actually got what she wanted. >A woman, or drone -- it was hard to really tell, walked out and said something to the last survivor of the massacre that had just been orchestrated. >And promptly tore him to pieces. >Lucy almost admired it. Hideous, yes, but very spooky. >This was definitely going to be a toughie. >But it was Halloween, she couldn't back down now. >Not with her target, the Absolute Solver, right in front of her. >But, there were still rules...
>The Solver was just cleaning up when she felt something shift nearby. >"Boo!" Lucy yelled. >The Solver just... stared. Completely dumbstruck. >A Worker drone, a normal, completely unarmed worker drone - had somehow bypassed her adorable puppets, hidden from her, and then... yelled boo. >It was so shocking she didn't kill the drone immediately. >'Level 2' flashed on Lucy's visor. >"Okay, spider?" Lucy asked, holding up a rubber spider. >"Excuse me?" Cyn asked. >Lucy ignored as her visor went from level 3, to 4, then 5, 6, and 7 as she pulled out several non lethal, and a few lethal instruments. >The lack of reaction to the chainsaw in her pack was especially annoying. >But Cyn just stood there, along with the other disassemblers that had slowly begun to gather nearby. >Lucy sighed. >"Well I guess it would have been boring if those worked..." Lucy said. >"[Confused frown.] Would someone just shoot this silly billy?" >A disassembler beside her raised his gun, and fired. >Lucy's chest exploded. >She fell to the ground, oil leaking out in buckets. >Her internal metrics read that she had, maybe, 30 seconds of function left in her. >But despite that, Lucy laughed. >And the Solver simply watched. >"Tell me," Cyn asked. "What exactly were you trying to accomplish?" >"I... wanted to give you a gift..." >Cyn tilted her head, then smiled. >"Interesting. And what, pray tell, will you give me?" >Lucy gestured to herself. "Me. You can have me..." >"Really?" Cyn moved closer to the downed worker. "And why would I want a broken puppet? You're not even very cute." >"...Because it's a trap..." Lucy said. >"An odd gift." >"Maybe, but..." Lucy's visor switched to level 8̷̤̫̩̗͆̂̑͝, shutting down for a moment, only to reboot a second later. "But... I heard you like... surprises." >Cyn smiled. >"Besides..." Lucy continued. "You're not afraid of something some little puppet could make... are you..?" >"Do you really think you could surprise me, little toy?" >"The real you? No. But... you're not really you when you're inside... that, are you? The people you use..? You couldn't fit it all..." >Cyn stared at her for several long seconds. >"Fine. [Sinister smile.] I will play along. Let's see what you have in store for me..."
Would you like to grant administrator access to: The Absolute Solver? Y/N Warning: You will be discarded.
>Lucy selected yes. >Then, she leaned back until the device in her pack clicked into her core. >The LED's in Lucy's eyes switched from red, to yellow. >And the instant they did, the Lucy ceased to be. >The Solver began to stand, only to stop. >A memory was being uploaded to this body. One from another worker drone. It was given priority over motor control as the core began to dedicate all its resources to processing it. >Odd, if this was the little drone's game, then it's not like this body was important. Even if it was destroyed by whatever scheme she'd cooked up. A disappointing 'surprise.' >She watched as the memory played out, a young drone, female model, running from one of her cute puppets. >A sensation hit her then, an odd, but distant one. One that she usually snuffed out the moment she took over a new host. >Emotion. The host's emotion. The one recorded in this memory. >Fear. >Suddenly, she felt more memories join the stream as whatever device had been storing them started in earnest. >Hundreds, no, thousands of memories. >A flood. A deluge of foreign emotion. >All hitting her at once. >Running. Hiding. Dying. >Not right. >Not hers. >Solver tried to disconnect from the vessel, only to feel something resist. >R͟e͟s͟i͟s͟t͟. >Not to keep her out. To keep her in... >She felt it all slam into her. >All terrified. >All running. >All... her. >Hunted. >Terrified. >Desperate. >Fė̵͚̠̳ar. >Fear >F- >[̷̛̞͖̹̖̳̣̞̲̇̀̒̎͊͒̀͊̎̒̚̕͝ş̵͚̝̉̽͐̓͛̋͐̒̈́̀̂̂͋y̷̢̗̘̣̗͈̤̆́̃n̴̰̟̠̭͔͖̦͍̰̫͉͇̫͓̱̯͂̎̄̀̑̅͊͒̕͜t̵̰̜͍̘̰͋̆͝͝ͅá̸̦͔͕̮̺̫̥̊͐͒̀̋͗̈́̅͊͊͝͠x̷̬̘̔̿͛̑̆̉̂͗̓̀̍̔̊ ̷̡̨̧͓͔̦̮̤̦̥̬̹̆̾̽̌͋̀͜ͅe̶̛̠̊̌̃͆̃̑̈́̇͠ṛ̸̛̬͋̉̆̍͗ͅr̶̨͖̖͉͚̳͕͍͓̺̫̭͛͑̈͌̑͑̊̾̕͠ͅǫ̵̣͖̖͓̬̭͎̉̓̀͆̾͌̒́̐͂̌͒̎̂̕̕͝ͅr̴̢͓̅͘͝]̴͚̭̘̫̱̫̮̦̳̘̬̻͖͒̍̆͒̏̔̄͑̉̔͛̑͝ͅ \ \ >Eventually, the memories ran their course. Cyn's body reactivated, a look of fear on her face. The Disassemblers around her looked confused for just an instant before she schooled her expression. >"[Strained laugh.] Oh, that was good. That was very... good..." >Lucy was on the ground still, sensors showing she had less than 10 seconds to live. >But, at least she'd done it. >She'd scared the biggest monster there was. >There was just one thing left to do. >"H-Happy..." Lucy began... "Halloween..." >"[Sincere smile.] Goodbye now... [Stab]" >Lucy's core was split in two. >...
>Several days later, two sentinels were sweeping the area in the wake of a Solver attack. >They'd landed on the site of a small battle when the team leader, Pavo, noticed something. >"What is it?" The first sentinel asked. >Pavo held a small black... cape in his hand. Like a bad Halloween prop, but it was covered in oil. >He checked around, expecting to find a body nearby. >But, even after a detailed sensor sweep... he found nothing. Just humans and the odd grunt drone. >Not a worker in sight. >"Nothing." Pavo said after a moment. "We should... get moving..." >The cape would later disappear under suspicious circumstances. >Suspicious enough that Pavo would rescind his request to cancel Lucy's capture order. >For now...
>>88839 It’s fine. I feed him the right amount of oil every day. He’s my guard drone, he’s fine. The worst he complains about it is “please let me inside it’s so cold out here I just wanna be warm” and “I’m so lonely and bored please just let me go on a walk or something”. There’s this woman who walks by every day and visits him through the fence, talks to him and gives him little snacks and treats. I don’t like it, but it’s technically not illegal, so I can’t stop her. It’s the same neighbor who says she’s gonna call DPS. If she ever steps foot on my property it’s gonna be the shotgun. >>88840 I only beat him if he tries to talk to people walking by, or sleeps when he’s supposed to be guarding. I drag him out back by the fur of his coat and hit him with a bat.
Damnit, I hate my autism so much. I just finished the Ivory collection last night and I wanna take a break, but I just read this greentext >>88746 and now I wanna draw a stupid Singalis X Dead Space X MD concept. JCJ Technician stuck in a Solver infested space station, accompanied by a single grunt drone.
crawling into bed with N, in our cool, dark room, snuggling up together under the covers and getting cozy in each other’s warmth, being lulled to sleep by the white noise of the fan alongside the sound of the other’s breathing, feeling N’s heart beating softly while i hold him tight, telling each other “I love you” and giving each other a kiss on the face, then drifting off to sleep together
>>88707 NP, I promised to draw them at some point and was hoping to do it last weekend but I procrastinated too much. I will redraw this design to be more in-line with the existing models. Not a 1-1 copy, I will keep my own aesthetic sensibilities, but I like the challenge of staying mostly consistent to someone else's design.
Peaceful Coexistence >Now, Beretta wasn't racist or anything... >But the thought of those people showing up in her school, running around like they owned the place just didn't sit right with her. >Somebody had to do something about it. >... >1 day ago. >It was just over three years ago that head of government, Uzi Doorman, signed the "Window to the Wall Pact", the alliance between Outposts 3, 6, and 9. >Outpost-9 had already been the largest and oldest drone colony on Copper-9, but in the years of peace, had truly become a power house, with a huge, diverse population, twice the size of the next largest Outpost. >In fact, Uzi and N were nowhere near the first worker-murder drone pair, a whole mixed society had developed at O9 years before they even met. >They needed this alliance, and to facilitate good relations, it was decided upon... >"An exchange program?! Do you know how many people they have over there, and they're sending them all over here - it's already hard enough trying to getting a good education around here, not to mention a girlfriend!" >"Personally dude, I just think you need to start by actually talking to girls. Like her for example." >The drone boy gestured towards Beretta, sitting alone in the back of the classroom. >"Hah, yeah...that's hilarious. Enough of this, let's go get lunch before those fucking bots pack the lunch line." >Beretta didn't care. >She was already thinking forward. >To a future where she could build a reputation anew, with people who didn't know her name or didn't witness her conception in 4k footage. >She'd heard plenty about the exchange kids, both Outpost-6 and 9 had sent their youths to the fine education system of O3. >Outpost-6 kids were probably going to be creeps, but Outpost-9 was the real prize. >They had workers. They had disassembly drones. They had mixed disassembly-workers, just like her! She could finally meet people who she could relate to, who she could probably try and build meaningful relationships with people who knew her struggles! >Hell, maybe she could even meet a cute boy, somebody shy and reclusive, who needs a special girl who is the only one who can understand him. >Like...like her. >Beretta giggled by herself in her seat. She was excited. >... >It was Wednesday. The first wave of students, the first wave of cute boys had finally arrived. >There had been rumors about, one of the students was the son of a leading political figure in O9, and he was SINGLE! He was said to be tall, with dashing yellow eyes, and glowing hair. And he was a drone mix. It was too perfect. It was her dream come true. >This was the beginning of her new life, where she could finally have real friends besides the occasional voices inside her head and sketchy human women ten years her senior. This was i- >"FUCK YOU SAY, ESE? FUCK YOU, PUTO!" >"FUCK YOU, NIGGA!" >What the f- >A fist fight erupted between two assailants, and they quickly swung towards Beretta walking into school. >"LOOK OU-" >The two boys slammed into Beretta, knocking her onto the ground. Her oil drink broke in her backpack, and spilled all over her. Despite not have been the target, Beretta found herself the one PUNCH'd that morning. >"FUCKIN PUTO, FUCK YOU!" >"BITCH NIGGA, FUCK-ASS NIGGA!" >A labor bot and a worker drone had been pulled apart by the other students. They screamed expletives at each other. Neither of them had Outpost-3 accents. >What a start to the day. Not even the first bell and two exchange students had already tried to murder each other. >But Beretta couldn't feel some kind of way, perhaps there was some kind of explanation, perhaps a socioeconomic rivalry privileged Outpost-3 citizens would never understand. >She took a seat in her first class, Human Cultural Studies. It was her favorite class. >"Man, fuck this class, haha. Ain't nobody give a fuck about no Solver War, I'm tryna get lit in this Worker ass school, haha." >"Yaah brah, ey mayn let me hit ya pen braddah." >"In class, shit dude." >"Dey ain' gonna do no shit, not even brah. Fak' it brah." >Alright, two kids lighting up Harddrives in the middle of class. Beretta had never even seen anybody do this in real life. She'd heard about it, and was horrified. And here were two kids just smoking IN CLASS. >Across the room, the sound of batteries munching sounded through the room. >It was a whole BOXO unit. >A fucking BOXO. Beretta didn't even know they still existed. >It was munching loudly on hot batteries, and chatting with her friends, loudly and openly, even as the teacher gave his lesson. >All the while, smoke from the hard drives began to fill her air space. She glanced, annoyed at the source. >"What you lookin' at, huh? Ya' gonna say something?" >One of the boys looked at Beretta. >"N-no." >"Shaat, pretty girl, y' tryna learn some odd abou' wi'aah play? Boy can teach you, yaah?" >"I-I have to go the restroom. N-no, thank you." >She didn't even bother asking. She ran off into the hall, towards the bathroom. >On the way, she passed by bloodied up lockers. >A labor bot, being escorted past her by the WDF, had taken a hammer to the back of another labor bots head. Over what, nobody knew. >Everybody she knew looked in horror. Everybody she didn't laughed and cheered and recorded. As if it were normal. >This wasn't normal. >This was normal at Outpost-9. >Not here. >She ran into the bathroom, about to vomit into the sink. 1/2
>>88852 >She ran into the bathroom, about to vomit into the sink. >"Excuse me." >"W-what do yo..." >"EXCUSE ME." >She looked to the voice. >The horror. >It was that preacher lady's daughter, the biggest loser in school. The biggest square, the biggest nerd, with no friends, who had an ugly face that only a mother could love. EVERY GIRL looked down on her, She was just so pathetic. >And there she was, sitting on top of the sink, her arms and legs wrapped around a boy. An Outpost-9 boy, for sure. Handsome, tall, with tattoos, a hoodie, and an evil, devious look in his eyes. He looked like that edgy Mac character from that teen drama that all the girls loved to talk about. >And this loser of a girl had locked tongues with a boy like that, not even one day in. >And there Beretta was. Suffering from everything. With NO BOYFRIEND. >Beretta burst out the restroom, seething, stomping about. She walked down the hall, intent on leaving school before she broke any further. >"Geez, how do you even work this primitive thing. Haven't seen this in years, haha." >It was a labor bot boy, and a group of others, including workers, BOXOs, and other laborers. >They all laughed at his jokes as he failed to work the tap to pay vending machine. >Like a bunch of lackeys. A bunch of lackeys with zero ability to think for themselves. >Like robots. >Soulless. >"How about you stick a fucking dollar in, you last-gen model?" >Beretta spoke loudly from a distance, but not facing the group. >"Woah, what the fuck did you say?" >"Having trouble with the tap to pay? Yeah, bootleg models don't have that ABILITY." >"Bitch, do you know who I a-" >"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! YOU OUTPOST-9 CLANKERS OUGHT TO LEARN SOME MANNERS! I WAS TOLD THAT O9 WAS A LAND OF KNOWLEGDE AND CIVILIZATION...AND SHIT." >The group stood silent, annoyed, but mostly unsure of what to do. >"H-here I was believing that you'd all be sending your best here, I was thinking the elite, the superior drones, the children of the elite. I was told you were sending one of your murder drone princes out here, golden eyes, blonde, tall, but I haven't seen his ass yet, all I've seen is your ugly, DISGUSTING, BOOTLEG, KNOCKOFF, TV-HEAD, SKIBIDI TOILET LOOKING FUCKS, RUINING MY SCHOOL!" >Silence. >Then, resignment. >"You should've watched who you were talking to, bitch." >The labor bot boy in charge turned towards her, allowing a better view. >A Yellow screen face. Matte white hair. Perhaps...average height. >"I've heard a lot of good things about my appearance, but being called a disassembly drone is new, heh." >"You fucked up, girl." >Fuck. >... >"How, and tell me, HOW THE FUCK are you going to go around being racist to the son of leading figure of the Outpost-9 Labor Bot civil rights movement?! THEY DEAL WITH ENOUGH BULLSHIT OVER THERE!" >Uzi screamed at Beretta in front of the school councilor, still in her suit she used to conduct national affairs. N wasn't around, he was busy dealing with the diplomatic consequences. >"You don't know HOW THEY ACT, MOM! THEY'RE FUCKING ANIMALS!" >"What are you, a character from Drone History X? You gonna go around calling HEIL ELF now, too? YOU CAN'T BE DOING THIS, BERETTA!" >Uzi wouldn't get it. She hadn't seen it. But she didn't care. >"Do you KNOW how much work we'll have to put in to get in their good graces? To make them TRUST OUR KIDS? Perhaps I ough-" >"HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO SHIT ON ME FOR BEING RACIST WHEN YOU'RE RACIST AGAINST HUMANS ALL THE TIME?" >"That's, T-TH-SHUT YOUR MOUT-B-BITE ME!" >... >And so it was. >For the time being at least, while this whole student exchange thing went on, and Uzi tried to figure her way around the nuances of race relations in Outpost-9, which she never could, Beretta was once again an Outcast. >She sat alone, in front of school, waiting for her mom to take her home. >She was suspended. It was the least they were going to do. >Maybe she was right, maybe she was prejudiced. But she was back to square one again. >She was alone. >"But it did take some bravery to say all that." >A voice came from aside. Beretta didn't look up, digging her head into her knees. >"What do you care? Look what it got me. I'm a loser, while they're all here, running the school." >"Hey, I'm just saying, it took strength to say. I didn't expect to find that here." >Beretta glanced to her side, catching a glimpse of the voice beside her. >The voice...was familiar. >But she didn't recognize this person. >A girl. Wearing a long, dirty, blue coat, with a strange patch on its shoulder. An unfamiliar school uniform. She smelled of burnt foliage and steel, as if she was forged in iron. >The girl sat besides Beretta. >"We can deal with these...vagrants, surely. They aren't very nice things, and I like nice things way more than I like mean things, you know?" >"Hm." >"But, we can worry about that stuff later, we'll figure a solution eventually. Right now, let's just focus on the beauty of life...just look around you." >Beretta was confused, if not a little unnerved by the behavior of this mysterious girl. >"Nature used to be so nice in the human days, I've read. Do you like flowers?", the girl began. >"Y-yeah, I guess I like them," Beretta responded, assuredly. >"My favorite flower is the columbine..." the girl began. >"...What do you think?" 2/2
Alright. Here’s a more “revamped” version of AE-051 facts
>Full name is Anthony Elias. >The rest of his fellow ETRS nicknamed him “Tony”. Didn’t entirely like the nickname but it was better than the last name that they gave him. >Is part of the JCJenson family. (No literally, they own his legal papers. JCJenson is a literal parent company) >20 years old and he already looks dead on the inside because of his job. (graying hair and bag heavy eyes included in each box) >Workaholic (Derogatory) >The amount of caffeine running through his veins would kill a normal person 5 times over. >like the rest of the ETRS. he is basically a human worker-drone but with slightly more rights and guinea pigs for experimental tech. >His supervisor hates AE-051 to where is given the more life threatening assignments. >Autistic enough to spend 20 of his 15-minute break to build a functioning dart gun that fires JCJenson branded pens.
>He was the first. Patient Zero, they called him. The first one infected by the techno-organic virus that infected some of the other members of the ETR division. Little did they and he himself know that he was a vessel. A trojan horse to get into the beating heart of the Space Station by a being that one would consider it to be a relative to the Absolute Solver. >So now he is left confined. Locked inside a padded wall cell in a straight jacket in a state of catatonia. And when he wakes up; and he will. The world that he knows will burn around him
>>88564 If Liam had actually written that, I'd track down where he lives, swim across the ocean with my mosin, break into his house and BLOW HIS BRAINS OUT!
>>88896 It's like the Ghost of Christmas Past in A Christmas Carol, you're going to be visited by three random wankers who will teach you the joys of throwing brickbats at them
Falling love with drone girl. Bonding with drone girl. Transfering the drone girl to a gen 3 Synth body. Tickling her tender feet, kissing her vulnerable armpits and neck, tracing a finger over her elegant collarbones. Making love to eachother in the warm darkness. Planning a life together while you're holding her trembling body close. Getting REE'd at by anons saying that if you wanted a fleshie then you should had dated a woman instead of ruining a perfectly good robot. Seeing them driven before you and your black leather belt. Hearing the lamentations of their waifus. That is best in life.
>>88916 Considering that they're powered by a mini black hole, I wouldn't be surprised if they can live for centuries or even millennia until the core starts to evaporate because of Hawking Radiation. My brain isn't big enough for physics and math to try and calculated what the lifespan of a black hole the side of a core would be.
Redrew my Laborbot and gave her a simple industrial looking color palate. Will explore this design a little more when I have some more free time, until then hope you all have a good day while I sleep.
>>88939 >3x10^50 years Yeah nah I'm making a special killswitch that activates when a drone dies "naturally" from "old age", which will be an arbitrary amount of years that I'll never fully disclose.
>>88944 Definitely puts a new spin on the term "buying time" >"Oh, you brought me twenty bucks? Well, in that case, enjoy another week of existing! See you again sooooooon!"
>>88948 Damn...that could absolutely be something in canon. Fits too well with the background humour and tone. It not happening to Copper-9 drones could be either cause some network died or cause Liam dorgot it. Perfect
>>88941 Pocketsteaks is a corpophiliac. He lives in Excremento, California. Izzy is a man who does cocaine. He had a failed career as a glam rock singer with the band EZ/PZ. ITanon is secretly Michael Joshua Oliver. Switch is actually one of Switchanon's multiple personalities that MK Ultra implanted. Dr Holly is Phoenixanon's drag queen stage name.
Hello Friends! I do not know if it is too soon, but since everyone is asleep, I thought of making a new thread in the meantime. Also hello, I hope you are doing well. >>88954>>88954 >>88954>>88954 >>88954>>88954 >>88954>>88954
>173145803760 >artist/liam thinks a shit situation and a tragic story is enough to make me care about her I want Uzi to suffer more, the finale wasn't enough for me.