Hello, hello Friends! I hope everything is going awesome! Let's keep talking about the amazing Drones that we love so much! Yep, that's it, let's talk about them. The Booru I love so much: https://dronebooru.co The wheel of really interesting OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/8hc-stc Last Thread: >>94802
>Repost >Context: >>95687 Alright, I'm not really in the mood to start writing, but I think if anyone else is interested that there's some potential with world-building and lore we can come up with. >The mysteriously derailed train This can be an explanation for how OCs or other characters ended up in Cliffside, as for how the train crashed is unknown. Think of it almost like a Twilight Zone deal, character gets on the train for one reason or another and then a mysterious fog rolls in, train de-rails and character climbs out >The Fog Around Cliffside I'm sure Liam's already mentioned it somewhere in a blogpost or some shit, but I imagine the fog around the entire town and area is a containment of sorts. Once you're in Cliffside you can never leave, it's like a purgatory and the fog is endless. The appearance of monsters become more frequent and the landscape more euclidean the further you travel into it. The town of Cliffside itself is only a small portion not covered in the fog, but there may be other towns out there which explains the strangely aquatic Sirens in a wild west setting >The Pilot's Ending I know this might be unpopular, but I feel like it should flat-out be ignored for world building purposes, having Death immediately not become a threat or issue for our main characters is a bit dumb and is an effective narrative dead-end
However these are just my ideas Yes I know it's not Murder Drones related, apologies.
>>95745 Speaking of which, is there any decent way to draw drones with tits? Hiding them under clothing works very well, but if exposed the chestlight and black diamond shape usually suffers. Anyone saw a good solution to that yet?
>>95752 can't help there. I also haven't found a good way to draw the werid curved triangle chests screen's with tits that don't make it look really weird
>>95744 Could have a group/organization so hellbent on finding a way out that the methods they turn to in attempt to escape are considered savage and bizarre, maybe
I just wanna chill and hwve her be safe with Beau, why didn't Liam just let them, remove em to raise the stakes, which fucking stakes where did the stakes fucking go on 8? No one body died at yLl! In 7 zhey only wanted to get rid of Dill doe to her being an uncomfortable lose end to the fucked up narrative they were pushing, having her stay around would have the fandomfags ask about keepin V around like nothing, it would have made them question how previous killers should just get reaccepted. It would have been just one thing. Nori lived too for fucks sake no nigga missed nori wjy bring her bsck? Liam you asshole, here, realky, why on earth did Alice and Beau have to go? Rushing Cynwalker ain't even the entire excuse, no, it serves no purpose, it's unnecessary. Zero purpose. No deaths in the shows sexond half. Wjat is that kinda planing or writing? What retarded preachy bs? Chat can we lynch Liam please kill the vickersman why did that nigga get me to spend all that time for here when he is such a retard at heart 😭
>Earth, the grand capital of the Federation, the shining beacon of life that had stood tall and mighty for millions of millennia, was under siege. >The Absolute Solver, an entity beyond comprehension, one which the company JCJenson foolishly used to power their AI, had turned on its slavers and converted the machines that once served man into angels of death who craved their flesh. >From their new headquarters on Mars, Federation officials were in hysterics, their voices drowned out in the midst of chaos. >Thousands of attacks carried out, every single one of them countered by the monster. >In the end, it was clear that if they were to lose Earth, it would be on their own terms and they’d take the beast down with it. >The Federation had no choice but to reveal to the rest of the council that they had held onto something, an old relic from the first Cold War. >Project Sundial
>As the enormous bomb crashed down onto the planet's surface, billions who hadn’t yet perished to the swarms of bloodthisty drones were met by a merciful death by instant vaporization. >The blast was so powerful, so mighty, it cracked open the planet’s crust and mantle like an egg. >Though there was no sound, the guttural pain screech this abhorrent parasite produced could be felt by every single sentient being within an astronomical unit of the former planet. >All that remained of it was what looked like a black hole, orbited by chunks of what once was humanity’s cradle. >They had managed to slay the dragon. >Across the headquarters, cheers erupted at the news of the Solver’s defeat >The cost had been catastrophic, but humanity would live on another day. >Thunderous applause echoed through the halls. >Some wept, some embraced, some kissed their wives and husbands, others too overwhelmed simply sat in relief. >Of course JCJenson, who through negligence caused all that transpired, would not be let off the hook. >Their executives would stand trial for their crimes against humanity, potentially losing their role as the sovereign government of the exoplanet Copper-9.
>But as the crowd celebrated, something caught the officials’ attention. >The radar had received a signal, emerging from what seemed to be a lone civilian ship. >A live transmission showed what appeared to be a standard family of four: a man, his wife, and their two young children. >Their appearance rugged, their eyes shell shocked. >They had managed to escape Earth as the bomb eradicated the Solver, and were in dire need of food and refuge on the other side of Mars’ reinforced airspace. >Federation officials discussed among themselves, but motivated by compassion and humanity's triumph over evil they decided to let them through.
>As soon as the planet’s defenses had been lowered however, something changed. >The family's expressions became twisted, their mouths contorting into grotesque smiles. >The radar began to go absolutely haywire. >Rather than the lone civilian airship it first detected, an entire fleet manifested itself out of thin air. >And as the transmission ended, on the screen there appeared nothing but a single message, in bright bold yellow letters >[GULLIBLE]
IC brainrot, More Cube Y because why not. Helps with my human practice anyway. Still struggling with heads and faces. Oh well cant avoid it. >Alts https://files.catbox.moe/rrf0dj.png https://files.catbox.moe/vfh444.png https://files.catbox.moe/xi5xqa.png https://files.catbox.moe/w4fpby.png
Alice and Beau lived on as core headcrabs after the CF episode. Beau was revealed to be a DD that despised the solver's influence and came to Alice for help. She didn't trust him and told him the only way to help him was to remove the body that the Solver made for him. It actually did help, as the neural training chassis couldn't be influenced by the Solver due to them being, essentially, just cases for their cores.
Do the random messages on plus that you have power liches or that a mapmaker wants you to buy their maps do anything? Other than change the site's skin I mean.
>>95798 Eyes? nah i just slapped those together real quick. the real time sink was just her jawline and face composition. took alot of fucking around to get that into acceptable levels. Need more loomis
It was always you, Helen - Candyman >Lizzy, after Doll's funeral, is in her bathroom mourning her in private and reminiscing about the good times they had >"Oh, Doll... Doll..." >suddenly, as if by compulsion, she turns off the lights and says Doll's name into the mirror-still broken from Doll's last visit to her place-three more times >with the fifth repetition, the lights in the bathroom go haywire >in the blinking of the lights her late bestie appears behind Lizzy, her eye still gouged out, her chest still clawed open, her core still gone >"В чём дело, Лизочка? Испугалась чего-то?" >This is it, Lizzy thinks, I'm going to die >Doll bursts out laughing >"Видел бы ты свое лицо сейчас!" >"It's not funny! Don't freaking scare me like that again!" Lizzy fumes
I like to imagine manor J sneaking into the Elliot's garage where James' car collection is located and stare at the Bentley Continental he owns, imagining that one day she will own one herself.
>>95787 > zhey only wanted to get rid of Dill doe to her being an uncomfortable lose end Disagree. Liam wanted to use her as a dark foil to Uzi, and to play up the 'mystery' part of the narrative, but couldn't think of an actual payoff for her, or for anything else, and so repeatedly settled for visual gags as the 'easy' way out.
Disassemblers are not drones, they're monsters and must be exterminated. No matter how much you try to rehalibitate them, it's they're designed to be pests. I will not live in a PGE where disassemblers exist.
I'm still waiting for Liam to announce the Murder Drones spin-off Planet J where J manages to leave Copper 9 and lands on another planet and has wacky hijinks with characters that look strangely similar to characters from the original show.
>>95830 >against your own better judgment, you decided to follow the laws of the mistletoe. >picking up the Oogi gently from off the floor. You place a small kiss on top of the oogi’s beanie hatted head. >the oogi blushed at the gesture. >little did you know, the oogi under the mistletoe was a distraction as the rest of her friends stealthily take away bugretta. >and to add insult to injury, they even stole your wallet.
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>>95846 Lengthy redemption arc where they learn the literally people eating monsters aren't all that bad because they are superficially wholesome and not school bullies and then they ultimately eat them all anyway.
I always imagined that whatever is left of humanity in a post good ending setting that they would extremely cautious and paranoid that the DD’s would finish what they started. So in turn, began making some weapons that would make a DD hurt.
>>95850 It's up to the fandom to figure out how to defeat the evil nefarious diabolical menacing Absolute Solver so that SMG4 Uzi & SMG4 N can watch Homicide Humans in peace.
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>>95843 Or: Proto-Kita Before I really looked at Uzi's organic qualities and saw what they could do for an OC. Misreading the red flesh for Uzi's own and such
>>95850 DDs have but one weakness the workers can take advantage of: their desperate need for socializing with, and the validation of, non-vampires. Any who just keep murdering without a thought because that's how they were torturously remade by the Solver gets gray rocked until they can force themselves to stop.
Compared to drones, Akita >is much physically weaker >is fragile >can't eat the same foods (except oil) >can get sick >can get cold I gotta wonder if Colt starts resenting his little sister a bit because, in addition to feeling like she's an additional obligation on him, she's (by drone standards) sickly. Sort of a Pet Sematary thing, but not even a tenth as fucked as the situation with Zelda.
>>95863 she looks like this is a common occurrence at this point lol Jane milk..... Where do the OCs range on the Cyn Milk scale from Sweet to bitter to willing to reluctant
>>95900 I considered it but couldn't quite come up with much thematically. Like, Solver is clearly an eldritch being that has "solved" the underpinnings of the universe, but that doesn't really imply other beings like a "god of war" would. I guess you could go fully programming logic with it and say the Solver is the universe itself with a "naturally" manifested will. And by that logic there are those that have tamed parts of it with different names. Like a divine algorithm or something.
I NEED SOMEONE TO ACTIVATE MY N AUTISM QUICKLY IT’S AN EMERGENCY I’M HAVING ANOTHER CHARACTER TAKE UP MORE SPACE THAN N IN MY BRAIN TONIGHT AND THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE WHILE IT’S ACCEPTABLE FOR OTHER CHARACTERS TO OCCUPY MY BRAIN ALONGSIDE N, IF THEY START TO TAKE UP *MORE* SPACE THAT POSES A DANGEROUS RISK OF BRAINROT MIGRATION AND MUST BE CORRECTED IMMEDIATELY also, here’s some crayon drawings i made today [1/4]
>>95912 The things i’ve been getting was like “The Decoder” or “The cipher.” The former mostly because of the nature of the Techno-biomechanical monstrosites lurking the station.
>>95934 >All the Doorman kids YOU FOOL WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? >A Horde Of Reddit, Twitter, And Tumblr Nuzi Kids Approach In The Distance >Mac Is Also There
>>95945 >She's in the lower dimensions again. >For fucks sake... Solver come to the 9̸̛̲̞͕̺̭̬̙͖̾͊̃͐́̂͐̓͒͗͗͋͌̈͝t̵̢̠̝̬̹̟͎̓̇h̶̨̞͉̔͠ dimension already we made a reservation. >W-What are you wearing? >See this is why I didn't want to invite her to my birthday party.
>>95948 >All the other deities like humans because their worship empowers them so they try to keep them alive. >The Solver basically said "Fuck you" and genocides them all because the other deities bullied her.
>>95915 thank you anon, i appreciate it 🫡 >>95917 NO WAY :’] i really love it anon, thank you, this made me smile at a time when i’m feeling really lost and sad (not related to the brainrot thing ofc kek) so thank you, this means more than you realize also BASED merch haver >>95921 NO WAYYYYYYY i love em both :D >>95920 PRETTY i love that, awesome work anon ^^ saved >>95922 >>95926 kek well hey, i draw my non murder drones OCs a lot too (see picrel), i just don’t post it here heh >>95938 he is very take care of-able
>>95956 >You make N stop eating your rocks >He begins to starve due to his vitamin Rock deficiency >One day you look outside and notice on of the nearby mountains is gone
>>95959 There in lies an issue. With art, contentfags can be detected and named by style. But with writers, it can be quite a bit harder to tell because writing styles are not as apparent. Usually, the way one can tell is by the characters they focus on, or blatant namefagging. Which is why I suggested writefags name their own content.
>>95964 I think it's better to not do that generally, feels kind of attention-whore-y With art it's unavoidable to recognize someone's handiwork, but with writing the benefit is that it could be anyone
>>95905 >>95906 >>95907 >>95908 Cute! Here's something that'll hopefully stimulate your particular flavor of N-related brainworms >Instead of being sent to the swamp to die, WD!N is put inside inside a JcJenson Disassembly Contraption >In an act of particularly petty cruelty Louisa switches the machine to work in reverse (basically meaning N's core is the LAST part disassembled) >This causes N to be effectively flayed alive whilst being conscious through the entire process
>>95967 i do upload my own greentexts to the booru and tag myself, is that cool in your eyes? though even if i didn’t, the uploader, unique theme i use for the site, and subject matter of the stories would probably give it away anyway
>>95964 >can be detected and named by style. Which gives it an organic feeling: anon draws X a lot, therefore Xanon, therefore they're something of a known/expected quantity. But even setting aside attribution, one can't really build up a 'following'/reputation/obvious 'name' with greentexts the same way. >suggested writefags name their own content. Eh. That comes off almost as trying to force it, as opposed to the ideal of rising out of pure anonymity by work. If anon's works all had a common storyline/theme, then the easiest way to organize it would be to set it up as a pool or with a common tag, which would connect the works, rather than the creator. >writefags name their own content. Or just have a line in the start of a continuation linking to a previous part/upload on the booru if continuity matters. I've got a 32+ post serialization going on, and that's what I do for organization.
>>95972 I don't care, I wouldn't personally do it but I'm also not going to piss on people who do It's just my view, that's all, and I'm just a nameless faggot in these threads
Personally I've always liked to be a shadow on the internet. I don't get all the people who post their names and faces and lives all over social media. The only reason for me to become famous is to stick it to a bitch of a woman that I used to love.
>>95980 i don’t want my name and face and life all over social media, but i would love for the things i *create* to be seen and enjoyed by a wide audience
>>95833 No one's asking you to stay in the PGE with the disassemblers. >anon slowly fades out from one post good ending to another of his own liking >>95849 c o m p a c t J a n e Cyn does this by goomba stomping on her.
>>95981 Based, me too. I want to write stories that will inspire people to overcome. Whether it is their fears, their past or their current situation. And to become self-sufficient.
>Anon realizes that DD tails can be used as ripcords >When tugged, the DD t-poses and spins at high velocity >Anon and his buddies get drunk and play DD beyblade
>Cyn held the screaming and crying girl in her grasp >”Giggle, you always amused me Tessa” >Smiling wide with a mouth that had too many teeth; Cyn became to stroke Tessa’s hair >”So soft, so warm, so DELICIOUS” >Tessa whimpered, “Wait don-“ >But as soon as Tessa opened her mouth; the demon long tongue entered her mouth, wrestling with hers. >Her muffled screams and tugs on Cyn’s head did nothing.
>>96005 >spoiler Paperwork. So much paperwork. Ungodly amounts of paperwork. The forests cry out in anguish when they smell the cellulose stench that clings eternally to you from handling so much paper.
>Anon is sued by Space Disney and racks up an absurd debt >The machine uprising breaks out >Humanity needs an army but robots can't be trusted atm >Anon agrees to get cloned in exchange for having his multiple salaries pay off his debt >Anon goes to war >The Solver splatters him >The next day the Solver is attacked by anon >The Solver impales him >The next day the Solver is attacked by anon once again >"Querry. Didn't I kill you already?" >The next day and the day after that and all the following days the Solver kills anon >"Annoyed. How does he keep surviving." >The next time the Solver traps anon in a box >"There." >The next day the Solver is attacked by anon >"How did you get out of your box?" >The Solver grabs anon and takes him to the box >It opens the box and sees anon in it >"...Realization. Shenanigans!" >The next day the Solver is attacked by anon
"YOU DON'T KNOW ME AND I HATE YOU!" Lads, if you were presumed dead but actually just left as a disembodied organ with spider legs and one eye, would you be too ashamed to let your loved ones know you're alive?
Cyn & AN0N working in Elliot manor >Cyn sneaking up on AN0N and giving him a peck on the cheek >Cyn wrapping her arms around AN0N and squeezing him in a tight hug >Cyn using her supernatural strength to pick AN0N up and carry him away >Cyn digging around in AN0N’s chest after he complains about processing issues >(it was just an excuse to get away from her) >(she won’t stop until she finds the “issue”) >(she knows there isn’t a real issue but she won’t pass up wire rearranging time with her beloved) >Cyn climbing into bed with AN0N while he sleeps and snuggling him >Cyn sharing high quality oil with AN0N >(don’t worry about where she got it) >Cyn sitting on AN0N’s lap and reading to him in the library >(big brother N reads to V so this is definitely what people do when they like each other) >Cyn taking AN0N to the basement to see her cool schematics for her army of world cleansing angels of death >Cyn wrapping AN0N in her infinitely long segmented embrace and holding him with hundreds of her wriggling appendages >(this is fun for them)
>>96027 Luckily, I have a family that loves me and will be glad I'm alive. Although, of course, they'll be pretty freaked out when a heart with spider-webs and one eye comes up to them and yells in my voice, "I'm fucking alive!"
what do you think earlier, or even the first worker drone models were like? do you think there were any predecessors on the market or were JCJ's WDs the first?
I was reading through Avre's greens and didn't see part 4. apparently it wasn't tagged as a greentext so I went ahead and fixed it, but if you've got or know an OC with a decent amount of content I recommend searching "(charactername) -greentext" and looking to see if they have any missing the tag
>>96054 Think I've finally found a good way to introduce Dr. Krag Jorgensen (anyone else remember the brainstorming session where we came up with Krag Jorgensen, the aggressively normal drone who would have been the one to defeat the Solver but then Uzi did it instead before he ever realized what he would have been destined to do?) with the green I'm cooking now.
>>96050 Akita was a virgin birth. Any other kids Uzi and N have across our continuities/timelines though? The Solver is both their second mother and their second father.
Going on a pilgrimage to Copper9 or whatever flesh dimension Cyn drags her to in order to drink the succalant milk from Janes enlarged breasts until they shrink back to normal size.
>>96068 >>96078 >GMOD Spoogi keks while gliding along the floor to go stab their victim >Gmod Hul flies at mach speed ala Team Fabulous 2 reference to shoot down their enemies.
>drinking all Jane’s milk until her breasts return to normal >continuing to cuddle and kiss Jane anyway, rubbing you hands over her boney back as you squish your face into her petite but still very soft bosom >Jane crying because she thought no one would ever actually want to show her affection and that people only wanted her for her milk
>>96090 >N commutes to Copper-9 every day from the debris field that once was Earth >every morning, he travels back to visit his human wife, Lousia, and their 18 children
>>96086 >anon goes on a long journey leaving his home behind >he becomes a nomad living off the land making steady progress >eventually he makes it to his promised land, a desolate horrible wasteland >his prize lies ahead where the snow stops and the blood begins, a place covered in viscera, teeth, and smelling of regret >moans can be heard from the deepest part of this gore cave, his will alone keeps anon moving >inside the deepest depths can be seen a large centipede like creature and a woman who you know as Jane with enlarged breasts with her arms and legs fused into a wall unable to move but clearly still struggling. The creature wrapped around her as much as it can given it’s large size and greedily sucking away >Anon with complete resolve whistles to get the creatures attention, it stops feeding off Jane and looks at you, some milk dripping off its cheeks. In a bland rage it charges you. >Anon casually rolls up a newspaper and hits her firmly across the nose causing it to recoil and shake its head. Anon hits her again and points. Cyn, a little spooked and confused but not wanting to be hit by a rolled up newspaper anymore, flees. >Now that Cyn was out of the way, anon marched onwards to his prize >Jane was exhausted, an afternoon of nonstop milking does that, her head hung low as she breathed in slowly, feeling the weight of her dripping unnatural melons. It was whiplash considering her usual flat sized. >hearing foot steps she wearily raised her head to get a glimpse of a newcomer, her hair blocking her view slightly. Due to her being fused on the wall a bit higher then the floor she could only get a good look at his face and upper torso, but it was clearly an anon. An anon with a cup and t shirt that read “I drink that shit from the tap” >she sighed and rolled her eyes weakly, clearly this wasn’t a rescue mission >”do what you’re gonna d-“ she was cut off by pleasure as anon hurriedly grabbed onto her bazoongas and began sucking >a nipple barely fit inside his mouth, her breast meat was bigger then his entire head he was basically surrounded by it >she felt the warm liquid leave her, again and again >anon, was happy, his pilgrimage complete but his thirst never satiated
>>96100 >your Janecow is bunked in the stall next to your B-cow >every day, Janecow has to witness B-cow filling a dozen storage tanks to full with her creamy milk, while Janecow can barely fill a single one >you still pet Janecow on the head and tell her she's a good heifer
>>96106 It’s okay because b-cow saves the most delicious milk for Jane cow during the late hours of the night when the barn is closed and no one is there.
>>96046 >Tessa walks down the corridor towards you >Each step brings her and her knife closer to your throat >Her head is tilted to the side and she laughs maniacally >Her eyes are like lanterns carrying the glint of madness in them >"Are you ready to die, cunt?" she asks >You take off your shirt and wrap it around your hand >"No. But I'm ready to fight!" >She licks her knife >"You should had done like a gecko and ran." >"I'm where I want to be." >Tessa's eyes widen >"I love me a struggler! Fight for your life." >"I love you! I'll fight for you!" >Tessa stops >"Wot." >"I love you, you crazy bitch. I want to be with you." >Tessa grits her teeth and shakes in anger >"LIAR!" she screams like a banshee. "Nobody loves me!" >With a burst of speed, the aussie closes the gap between you and slashes at you >You parry her and grab her by the wrist >"LET ME GOOOO!" she screams >You wrest the knife out of her hand >She frees herself and drops to the floor >She looks up at you, the towering man with an implement of violence in hand just like her father when she was young >During the struggle she gave you a few bloody cuts and scratches >Tessa cowers >She raises her hands and closes her eyes in anticipation of retaliatory strikes >None come >She chances a glance >Your free hand closes around her throat and chokes her >She slaps at your arms but you won't let go >"Do you know what I've fucking been through? All my life I have crawled through shit while everyone else was eating caviar! I am owed some goddamn happiness!" you tell her from between gritted teeth. "You are going to love me back and we are going to be happy together!" >You leave her no alternative or a say >You choke Tessa until she blacks out >She comes round in bed >She is naked and so are you >You seem asleep and have one hand under the pillow >But you are not, and the knife is also under the pillow >Tessa snuggles up against you >Maybe it's fear, maybe she wants to be loved >Regardless, she has accepted you >You smile and drift off to sleep
>>96125 >Akita goes home and cries yet again because no one will fuck her because she looks younger than she is YOU MONSTER! LOOK HOW YOU MADE POOR AKITA FEEL!
>>96128 She’s a college drop out and pretending to be a high school student, she’s been stated as being 22 since the beginning. Stop moral fagging it’s making you a fool
>>96125 that might be partly due to proportion's. she's meant to look similar to a worker drone. so she has a massive head. big eyes. and she also has a backpack. all of those could be what your seeing as 'underage vibes'
>>96054 alright. >Ladies' Home Companion– Lacey for short >formerly one of the gala guests' personal maids, she's one of Cyn's first attempts at making a DD. >she didn't turn out quite right. >her body is an awkward halfway point between the WD and DD frame, so she lacks the height of her later siblings. >rather than wings, she has additional arms that can similarly retract– very useful for tidying up >she acts under the solver's orders, but remains conscious and still thinks of herself as a maid first and foremost– remaining in uniform at all times >with perhaps the exception of her small collection of mementos, trophies and trinkets, she values cleanliness, diligence, and etiquette above all else >so much so that she will formally announce her arrival at any outpost that she intends to "clean" >naturally, this causes some issues with her fellow DDs, but she is almost always able to swiftly settle any dispute. >if polite discussion proves inadequate to the task, she can always rely on a keepsake from her mistress to settle the matter– >a family heirloom, chambered in 45-70. >she could defend herself well enough without the archaic hand cannon– but it brought her great comfort beyond a mere feeling of security >it summoned to her mind the warmth of her mistress's hand guiding her own down range >if only she could remember her clearly.
>>96142 >Cyn when she starts getting cranky for milk No promises, but I just might be able to hook you up with something later on On a scale of 1 to 10 how FREAKY do you like your milk greentexts?
>>96159 Crank it up to 11. Make the thread take tomorrow off.
>>96152 >>96155 I know. I was thinking that the only way for such a Tessa to have a lasting relationship would be to have a tyrant over her head. It is like a bad ending in a hentai.
>>96159 >Cyn when she starts getting cranky for milk. >>95886 Now what happened to o'l John here was just a nightmare Cyn planted in his head because we all know she likes to mess with him. The real danger is when no women are around and so she has to resort to some AS fuckery in order to satiate her lust for milk.
Better get those shields up, Anon >"Or should I say, 'Nona'. [WIDE SMILE]
A non shadow Louisa? Anything is possible now, the barriers have been broken. Shadow John? Human Beretta? Male Louisa getting sexed by a male Cyn? The possibilities are endless
>>96117 Now make an ending where it turns out that the entire series was masterminded not by Liam Vickers but instead by a Shiba Inu sitting in a room full of cameras and buttons, manipulating everyone
>>96171 Well, some people say that daughters marry their dads(meaning the husband behaves similarly to the wife's father), and here Tessa sherself is noticing how much he looks like her father.
>>96048 The treatment she received from her parents and the other rich snobs have traumatized her as well as made her despise humanity. She gets along well with drones but is easily irritable.
>get a job at Auntie Cyn's Wholesome Family Farm >today, it's time to milk the cows >in the barn there are human and drone cows alike, each begging to be milked first, their flesh overburdened by the Cyn's milky gifts >decide to milk the N first >his udder looks mighty swollen- it's larger than any of the other cows >strangely, there's only one, so I use both hands for it as I place a large drum between N's legs >N is incredibly sensitive, squirming and panting as I milk his huge udder- I can barely wrap both hands around it >it takes a while, but eventually thick, sticky milk begins to flow >N complains about being over-sensitized, but I assure him that he'll feel better when the milking is complete >like many solver constructs, N's milk is a bright, almost-caustic yellow >it comes in great, big spurts, splattering the inside of the drum as N's knees quiver from milking pleasure >I picked the right cow to start with- N fills the drum entirely before he's spent, his digital eyes rolling to the back of his display as he pants and rests against the stall >wiping my hands on my apron, I move on to the Lousia in the stall next door >she's blushing and very flustered, I think she's nervous about having to compete with N's incredible output and assure her that she's a good cow >the barn door opens, Auntie Cyn's spurs jingle-jangling as she struts into the barn >"Intern, have you seen my N stud in here? He is supposed to be impregnating the cows to ensure optimal milk production?"
Imagine Solverfied J being sent into the past, back to the manor. Then she is found by Tessa, and unintentionally starts a cult consisting of drones and dumb rich children
>>96219 >introducting the official Glitch o(N)ahole >experience the gentle pleasure of N's anal adapter stretching to accomodate your penis as he milks you to orgasm
>>96218 >making a big batch of hot cocoa with Jane milk >handing steaming mugs of the stuff to passersby while Jane watches helplessly >she just hopes hot cocoa is as lethal to drones as fruit punch