/md/ - Murder Drones

I should be asleep.

I fucking hate disassemblers, I wanna slaughter them and then eat them

>>96703
this is fucking perfect I love it

B and J green: Ammo Surplus 1/?

>2 weeks
>It has only been 2 weeks since Jane and her squad were deployed to hold ground and “extract survivors” in this city, abandoned completely by God.
>Then again if you were to ask Jane, everything on earth was abandoned by God at this point. It was hard to argue against this as living flesh dripped by the walls trying weakly to grab whatever it could.
>If you were to ask Bonnie Miller however, she would tell you that all that matters is the people left who fight and those they save. That's how humanity would survive through this horrible apocalypse.
>Jane found this sort of thinking insanely naive, optimism and indomitable spirits didnt save the comrades whose own corrupted hands choked them in their sleep. However, Jane could never openly say that to Bonnie's face, her infectious smile was one of the last few truly good things in this unsalvageable war.
>They've lost so much ground in the last two weeks, the already weakened squad plummeted into a few handful of troops, at this point they and their species was already dead, it would be better if they just let that giggling monster have the damn pla-
>”There!” Bonnie whispered to Jane, breaking her out of her most current existential crisis, pointing in some crumbling building, a faint light glimmered out of the window flashing on and off. Clearly signs of something in there.
>”J, it's a survivor! A real person!” Bonnie could hardly keep her voice low with how happy she was, this could be the first success of the week long rescue mission.
>”Could be, could also be a real corpse, or a real trap by whatever killed them” Jane replied sarcastically, followed by a quick soft punch in the arm by Bonnie for insubordination. Jane didn't mean to be dismissive; she couldn't help being a realist, but she would be lying if she didn't feel a small tinge of guilt seeing Bonnie now take a pause silently glaring at the building intently.
>Jane pondered what to do before looking at her infantry rifle, it was nearly broken, held together with duct-tape, some minor engineering knowhow, and a dream. She checked the clip, nothing left. Their ammo supply back at base was already incredibly low so they had to use whatever was left, she brought the bare minimum for this mission and already wasted the last few rounds on some mutants.
>”So, what's left? Should we go in” Bonnie inquired, waiting for a response, her body building up energy. Regardless of whatever possible answer Jane could give, she would rush in to save the person, if there was even a person inside. It was simply her nature.
>Jane looked at the empty clip a second, then back at Bonnie. “Well B, there's 2 shots left, one for whatever gets close to you and one for me afterwards, that's good enough?

>>96701
I should be getting up rn.

>>96702
Switch being an asian racist as usual.

Harper must fight back

>>96697
apparently they didn't have an artist tag. so I'm going threw and adding it to uploads with their style

>>96703
Cute drone, would let it carry me to safety.

Harper mustn't fight back.

>>96370
I totally agree with this anon. J is too poorly written as a character, which would have made even that trait of hers better than what we got.

>>96703
>Every time it takes a step it's like you're being punched in the gut
>But it's cute, so you won't say anything

>>96701
I should be writing. And drawing.

>>96403
I love drones that faithfully serve humanity.

>>96706
B and J green: Ammo Surplus 2/?

>The Building was dusty, Jane could swear there was more grime in the air than real Oxygen. She would put on her mask if it, as well with the rest of their dwindling supply, wasn't completely broken. Bonnies however, had a working one, and immediately offered it. Jane denied this claiming to have grown a taste for the dirt in the air, it was better than what they had to eat in the cafeteria. Bonnie giggled slightly before putting her mask on
>They crawled their way around the building, slowly, it was an eternity for Jane. Every step up the stairs felt like a week, every slow careful look into each room was an unforgiving decade. They had to be quiet though, they had to be careful, this wasn't their territory and she didn't want to imagine the kind of monsters that could possibly lurk in these shadows.
>Soon enough, they heard a cough. A faint cough breaking the utter violent silence of their surroundings.
>They would have the be careful Jane thought, anything *could* cough, it didn't necessarily have to be human, the best thing to do now would b-
>”HEY! ARE YOU OKAY! MY NAME IS BONNIE J MILLER OF THE 34th GOLDEN EAGLES, WE ARE HERE TO EXTRACT YOU!” Bonnie was already rushing up the stairs before Jane could possibly process what was going on. So much for being “quiet”, she had to run with all her might to keep pace now.
>They reached the top of the building, which by now was clearly some kind of apartment building looking at the rubble left at the top among the debris and guts
>Bonnie caught her breath for a second before calling out again, “HELLO! IF YOU'RE UP HERE SAY SOMETHING SO I CAN FIND YOU”. By now Jane caught up and grabbed her a second so she couldnt just rush into any more danger without a second thought, giving Bonnie a piercing glare with her eyes that always seemed to be behind shadows.
>Before Jane could scold her for being so careless, they heard another cough followed by a whimper “Here…. Over here…. Help me please”
>Bonnie had already rushed to the entrance of the room. The voice came from leaving Jane confused how she managed to escape her grasp, not even the strongest mutants could escape her goat strangling hands.
>The room was dark, a kind of unnatural darkness that your mind could only see when something of great danger or fear could be lurking, Like a basement late at night. Bonnie grabbed her flashlight, which flickered weakly to life before becoming a full shine, yet another useless army equipment given so graciously by the fine folks at high command.
>Jane and Bonnie quickly scanned the room with the light, until they saw a small figure hiding in a closet barely noticeable, before Bonnie could utter a word he put a clearly starved figure to his mouth and pointed to a corner they missed. Dragging the light over all they could see was a shaking figure with its face against the wall, fetal position.
>”Are you okay? We are here to help” Bonnie asked the painful figure as she pushed away Jane's cautious hands from her shoulder.
>”J, hold this for me, okay?” Bonnie gave Jane her pistol “I'm going to try and get closer” she whispered
>”B, are you a complete idiot?!” Jane tried her hardest to whisper, “No, just half of one” Bonnie replied as she shrugged and inched closer, lowering her body to the floor to match where the figure was.

>Inside the Gala, a large beautiful room that once had been the party of the night, was now a bloody mess.
>It was a massacre, corpses of the wealthy were scattered about, bodies torn to shreds.
>In the middle of the room, was the perpetrator in her true form
>Something with too many claws, teeth and eyes
>Something that held the sole survivor in it’s grasp
>Tessa James Elliot, the heir of the Elliot family.
>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 began to stroke Tessa’s hair, eventually stroking her body with a mocking expression.
>”So soft, so warm, so DELICIOUS”
>Tessa whimpered, “Wait don-“
>But as soon as Tessa opened her mouth; the demon’s long tongue entered her mouth, wrestling with hers.
>Her muffled screams and tugs on Cyn’s head did nothing.
>The “kiss” lasted for about 8 seconds; but for Tessa it felt like forever…
>When Cyn finally let go, dropping the girl to the ground.
> Tessa barely had the strength to sit up on the bloodstained floor while retching in disgust.
>And she barely had enough time to react as the monster pinned her to the ground.
>Smiling maliciously, Cyn leaned into the terrified girl’s face
>”Ready for round two? “

>>96721
Wait, is this revised from before? If so, nice

>>96718
Thanks anon. There’s been like you’s that liked the idea of sentinel becca so i obliged by there imagination.

>>96724
Adorable

High risk blowjob with grunt drone

>>96530
It's even faster than the original show, but yeah, I like the idea of V being stuck in Uzi's head.

>>96719
B and J green: Ammo Surplus 3/?

>Bonnie inched closer and closer, her hands raised in a non confrontational way. Despite her usual large and intimidating stature, she tried to look harmless. “Listen, I don't know what you've been through, but we aren't here to hurt you, I only want to help you” Bonnie was a few inches away from the figure now, it was still shaking and almost weeping, Jane could feel her heart beating in her chest, B’s pistol felt heavy in her hand.
>”Let me get you out of here, kay’ ?” Bonnie put her hand on the figures shoulder now
>A loud, ear piercing scream let out, Bonnie was flung across the room, out of it, and hit a wall, hard. Jane could almost hear a bone snap, except it wasn't from Bonnie. As Jane slowly turned away after confirming with her eyes Bonnie was recovering from being thrown into a wall, she looked at the figure again, and more and more audible bone snappings could be heard.
>The figure was still shaking, its body shaping and reshaping in every direction, strange yellow liquids pouring out of every hole and a new tear that appeared. The once small weak looking figure was now as tall as the room and then some, having to hunch over just to fit into it. The coward in the closest had it completely shut leaving just Jane and B left.
>A god damn Mutant, of course it was
>Another loud Howl, something in between a dog and a man let out, as the Mutie launched itself towards Jane for an attack,something she managed to dodge with some effort and managed to shoot off a couple of bullets at her target into its back. Didn't seem to do much but annoyed it more.
>Shit, how many bullets did the pistol have left? She wasn't sure if Bonnie was the type to keep count or reload unless she had to. There was no way to know if Jane still had a few left or if this shot would be her last.
>”Heeey B, if you're done resting, think you could take some initiative while I check your count? Jane yelled across as the Beast inched closer to her, clearly enjoying the taste of her fear.
>Suddenly a Helmet came into the room and hit the Beast in the head, “Over here Ugly, i'm the one who ruined your Beauty sleep! Why don't you pick on someone your own size” Bonnie cried at the stairs, wobbling a little, before running down them as the Beast growled and had a mindless chase bumping into walls on its way down. Perfect
>Jane was able to quickly check the mag, 6 shots, not ideal but more than enough. She glared at the closet, her red eyes piercing from the darkness. “Don't. Go. Anywhere” She said to the survivor, who kept the door shut still.
>Jane rushed down into the next few floors until she managed to hear some fighting, Bonnie was struggling in the grasp of the Beast as Jane lined up a shot straight into one of its eyes releasing her.
>”FIVE” Jane yelled before throwing the pistol back at Bonnie for protection, “Thanks J! You're a lifesaver!” They managed to get down another floor as the Beast recovered from its wounds
They hid behind the largest piece of rubble they could find as the shuffling monstrosity ran down, Howled again, and begun its search.
>”What's the plan J? You do have one don't you”, Jane was unresponsive. Bonnie knew what this was, Jane had a habit of getting tunnel vision during combat, smiling to herself and occasionally talking to nobody in particular. Looks like it was up to Bonnie to once again figure it out. Bonnie had her own habit, when trying to think really really hard she would begin chewing her inner lip for inspiration. Until, while shifting her eyes around she landed on Janes damaged Rifle
>”Hey J, do you mind if I see that empty Rifle of yours? It's a Mk I infantry laser rifle right? Bonnie asked. “Empty, it's not… I said it had two shots left” Jane replied quickly after getting her head straight. “Jane you are a lot of things, but a good liar is not one of them, also you hold your rifle real close to your chest when it's empty” Bonnie joked at her. Jane lowered her head a little, she couldn't even tell Bonnie read her like a damn book. You couldn't get anything past her.

>“What are you going to do with it” Jane was puzzled, the thing was useless for anything but the most dangerous back scratcher. “Well, the thing about the Mk I rifles is that they have a really unstable power core, and this one is a little broken, so” Jane could see the picture now “I’ll get its attention”
>Jane got up from behind the debris and whistled. She didn't make a big show of it, being Bait was Bonnie's thing usually anyways, she stood statue like until the Beast turned slowly to her
>As the Beast made its charge Jane brought it into an enclosed empty office of the apartment, The beast made its swipe at her which Jane narrowly escaped as she left she threw her Rifle in there making a loud thud. “NOW” Jane yelled
>Bonnie fired two shots into the beast's eyes yet again to stun it, then as soon as Jane was out of a potential blast radius she fired one more into the rifle, a brilliant blue light sprang from which lit up the whole of the floor, before a loud Hiss. As soon as Jane could she launched herself on top of Bonnie and dragged her out the front door as the Rifle finally gave off a huge explosion.
>Bonnie and Jane were on the floor just outside of the apartments, coughing out dust, and blood.
>The apartments were on fire now, but Jane had a sigh of relief there was no possible way anything could have survived tha-
>”THE SURVIVOR JANE, WE FORGOT ABOUT THE SURVIVOR!” Bonnie Yelled looking into the growing flames
>Oh, that coward.
>”Bonnie, he’s probably already dead, and even if he isn't there's nothing you can do about it now, we need to cut our losses and head back into camp” Jane said picking herself up as Bonnie remained on the ground
>”Except I can do something Jane, I know I can.” Bonnie replied, her head lower than Jane has ever seen. “I'm going back in. You stay here”
>”Bonnie are you insane, thats suicide!” Jane quickly yelled, she tried fruitlessly to grab Bonnie's arm. “J, I have the highest Suicide mission sign up in our remaining army” She said running into the flames, with another damn shrug.
>Jane could do nothing now but stare into the yellow flames as the shape of Bonnie disappeared. She fell to her knees, what Bonnie was doing wasn't only stupid it was beyond stupid, and for one worthless life. There were hundreds dying, hundreds more than that, and an uncountable amount of other worthless lives dying for a worthless doomed planet, and the only worthwhile one on it just killed herself to save just one of them.
>Jane stayed there for a millennium in her mind, staring, tears in her unblinking eyes. She could feel the heat on her face. She wished there was a way out of this situation, anything to get out of this unending war. She was sick of it, the thought of another day on this rock made her sick, she couldn't go on now.
“What if there was a way”

>>96726
down my throat

>>96668
It's strong.

>>96671
>Incel moment.

>>96730
B and J green: Ammo Surplus 4/?

>Jane popped her head up, she scanned her environment, no one was there, and yet she heard something. It wasn't her voice, that much was sure.
>Jane knew it, she's gone insane, there was nothing left for her and now her broken mind found a way to become more broken, what was she even going to do without-
>”Cough… Cough Cough” more coughing from the building, Jane flung her body up looking at the entrance as two shapes came out, Bonnie and her survivor that she was carrying. She had some burns but nothing permanent, but she was hurt.
>She collapsed onto the floor along with the Survivor, with Jane quickly rushing to her side. “Youre a fucking idiot you know that!” Jane yelled. Bonnie coughed some blood into her face “yeah, well i'm the one with two years of volunteer firefighter training, so there's that, who's the idiot now.” Bonnie coughed every word out, it was clearly a struggle, and then gave Jane a reassuring smile. “Check on him, make sure he’s not hurt”
>Jane laid her down softly, before leaving her at her side and checking out the survivor. He was alive surprisingly, his eyes were closed. Jane stared at him for a solid minute, looking at him carefully, and sighed deeply before slapping his face. “Wake up” she replied coldly. The man opened his eyes slowly, he looked up at the sky, the blood red sky as the winged angels flew past them, he was never happier to look into such horror, he was finally, finally saved.
>”Thank you, Thank you so much” His lungs felt like cancer but he muttered his thanks as he stood up weakly without any help from Jane. “Who are you? Are we leaving? Do you have a med bay, my arms killing me” he asked softly to the figure before him.
>”Follow me” She said coldly again to the man, she was already walking into a nearby alleyway before his response. “Are we leaving your friend? Is there something over there?” He asked, puzzled. She didn't respond, she had disappeared into the darkness now. He stood there, he didn't know what to do, but he really didn't have a choice, where else was he to go? The army woman told him where to go and what to do, and that beat standing her in the open where something else could grab and take him away. So his resolve pushed him into the darkness
>The Alley was dark, damp, but one all too familiar to the man. Before the world collapsed he would spend sleepless nights in alleys just like this for any kind of shelter
>Among the garbage was her, lighting a smoke from a pack which she had stashed inside her helmet. The light of the lighter illuminated her face a little, and her scruffy dark brown hair, along with her strangely red eyes.
>"Come over here" She barked. The man once again did as instructed and weakly marched to the woman. She didnt look at him, instead seemingly past him over at something in the distance.
>"Is there something wrong?" He asked, something deep in his gut felt unsettled
>The woman paused, almost like she just confirmed something unknown to the man, and put out her smoke.
>"Whats your name" She asked
>"Its Daniel m'am, my friends call me Dan" He replied quickly feeling almost reassured
>"Dan. Dan hold out your arm, your Left arm"
>"Are you a medic? Is that why we are over here? Like I said its been killing me"
>Jane sighed, the Man reached his hand over to her and she took a step back. She confirmed it one last time, it was definitely mutated. It wasnt all too noticeable, but she could see his yellow veins pulsating inside his arm, it wasnt long now.
>She lowered her head and put her fingers against her eyes rubbing them before another deep breathe.
>"Dan, Im going need you to turn around. Do me a favor and look into the sun"
>Dan was confused now, but up till now she seemed trustworthy enough. So once again he did as he was told. There wasnt really a sun anymore, it was more like an inky black circle where a sun once was. Thankfully this meant it didnt hurt to stare at
>"Am I doing this right m'am? Is rescue going to meet us here?" He asked
>"Yes Dan." Jane paused for a long time in thought. She thought of Bonnie again for a second as she put her hands on dans shoulders. "Youre going to a better place soon, our camp has plenty of supplies, food, and shelter for you, and- Dan. keep looking at the sun" She lied, her hands were now inches away from his neck.
>"Really? How soon can we leave, whats your na-"
>Crack.

>Jane made her way over to B's body, she was alive if barely. She kneeled over and carefully lifted her head until Bonnie opened her eyes
>"Is he okay Jane? Did he make it"
>Jane shook her head, "He died before you even left the building Bonnie. Im sorry"
>Bonnie lowered her head down, her long hair covering her eyes as she sniffled a little and let out a quiet damnation.
>Jane was never a good liar, but she could read people when she really focused, and she knew Bonnie trusted her with her complete being in this moment. That was some relief
>"Lets go home B, you did your best" Jane said pulling her up on her feet.
>They marched their way back to camp. Slowly. Yet another Extraction failed.

>>96703
Kek, he runs around like an anime character.

>>96729
>It's even faster than the original show
Well, some things are pushed up. Leaves more time to expand on those things and explore other things.

>>96734
Badlands chugs the ocean

>>96723
Thanks for implemented this, anon.

>>96734
N's favorite candy is sea glass

>>96721
>What would happen if N read for Cyn's more "adult" books.

>>96735
B and J green: Ammo Surplus 5/6

>It was the end of their two weeks on this cursed camp just outside of the city.
>Jane told Bonnie to take it easy, she needed to recover from her words. Bonnie wouldn't hear it, told Jane it was bad for morale if the men saw their unbreakable captain resting in these times
>Jane thought such stupid sentimentalism was beyond stupid. Bonnie NEEDED to survive, these men did not. Bonnie stopped taking her pain meds instead offering them to the soldiers left in med bay. Some of them were seconds away from death, all she was doing was making the crossing easier for them. She refused a cane as well, choosing the walk around with a small limp and giving commands to those left.
>Jane took a small walk around the base to get her mind off it. Grunts were doing training exercises and polishing what remained of their weaponry. Jane rarely joined them for such petty time wasters, despite being similarly low ranked.
>She had a reputation, poor teamwork, recklessness, getting squad mates killed, executing suspected mutant civilians, all of which lead to slaps on the wrists for her. She also had a reputation for the only thing that mattered in this losing war, getting results.
>Bonnie meanwhile soared in the ranks for the exact opposite reason, she would do anything as long as it meant some civilians and her squad survived just one more battle, she took on any Suicide mission she could so no one else would, and she got results.
>She quickly rose to the top in her squad and won everyone's respect. Loyalty is what kept this squad together through the end, any one of these grunts would lay their lives for her, she would never allow it but they would. Jane was avoided, which she appreciated, she didn't want anyone in her way.
>”You Are thinking to yourself aren't you J?” Bonnie said with her smile “You got that wicked face again”
>”Do I?” Jane said shaking her face a little, “Yeah I guess I am thinking about our situation, its not good is it”
>”Well Stop that! It's an order! You get all grumpy and depressed when you're alone and unfocused, I need you here with me right now. Look, I need someone to run inventory and you need focus” Bonnie handed Jane a list and clipboard, along with a broken Pencil with Earth's logo on it.
>great, this was the worst job Jane could have gotten in order to get her mind off things”
>Supplies: Ammo: Very Low. Food: Low. Drinkable Water: Low but Jane had fixed a filter which meant they would manage. Equipment: falling apart, worthless Earth Defense junk.
>Overall: We are fucked. Jane couldn't write that as an option (the paper specifically forbade it) so she simply chose the “In desperate need” option.
>They wouldnt last long without supplies, and even if they did so what. Earth could give them the highest grade weapons, drown them in ammo and food, and it wouldnt change anything about the force they were up against. It blocked out the sun for Christ's sake! Jane wasnt sure whatever was behind this wasnt just playing with the remnants for fun.

>>96727
I'd like to see that.

>>96743
>they turn into Cynwalker, Not-Mechagodzilla and a corpse respectively

>>96749
Grr waspy drone waist. Must grab

>>96752
Are we finally having sentinel mechs?

The government is trying to ban assault drones.

>>96756
Wait no they’re banning drone assault… they’re trying to take away our rights to assault drones!

>>96756
>agents from the Bureau of Disassembly Drones, Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms come to my house
>the fascist pigs ask me to turn in my illegal N
>I tell them I lost my N in a boating incident

>>96747
My mom is a grown woman and if she wants to have a relationship with... N... I can't tell her not to.

>>96758
>The cabinet beneath your coffee table giggles.

>>96751
Good green

>>96751
Cool, anon, I really enjoyed these greens.

Although I can't help but notice that the situation at the end is really on the asshole level. The main thing that should be maintained in an army is discipline. No matter how it sounds, but the army is a mechanism that devours the lives of ordinary people for the sake of victory, and if commanders not only refuse to follow orders from above, but even kill their allies to take diicite ammunition, then the army is doomed.

>>96739
No problem. Its nice trying to avoid my responsibilities of having to do Becca’s main green knowing that it is kinda depressing af

>>96763
>then the army is doomed
That’s sort of my point. Part of the point of this green is watching Bonnie slip and fall until she breaks at the end and kills someone in order to guarantee supplies for her squad. Throughout the green I note how bad Earth defense equipment is, how they’re clearly abandoning their troops, and how doomed it all is. Bonnie is one of the only optimistic parts left in this war and even she’s slipping. The army and world is doomed regardless of if Bonnie’s doomed her squad or not, Bonnie’s simply took the initiative in her own way to guarantee their survival which aligns with her sensibilities. Jane has given up, the bus soldier has as well, but not her. What Bonnie did is a foil to what Jane will end up doing in the future.
I’m glad you liked it :)

>>96766
Bonnie basically refuses to be apart of the armies human meat grinding machine, she really isn’t suited for war in the slightest. She’s reckless, naive, she’s kind to a suicidal fault, she would never do what needed to be done (outside of this incident), she’s a flawed soldier because she is such a kind soul. Jane is a machine at this point, a husk of a person, the perfect soldier, she doesn’t care about human lives outside of B, she does what she must to survive and for a mission.

>>96767
I was thinking about this while writing, but I want to believe these events are close to the end of Janes time on earth. Not directly leading to the B journal greens, but close to it (maybe a few weeks out). Jane is already succumbing to the solver at this point and I like to think seeing that B isn’t as incorruptible as Jane had thought, and that maybe Jane has made Bonnie this way, is apart of whag pushed her into doing what she did later.
Sorry if this is a ramble I still have a lot of thoughts I couldn’t add to the green.

>>96768
>can draw funny as fuck doodles
>can also write in-depth stuff
I kneel......

>>96768
Assuming if humanity managed to somehow win the war, what would Bonnie and Jane do with the rest of their lives? Could they live with themselves? I’ve seen it mentioned that Bonnie would probably work as a school teacher, but what about Jane?

>>96770
The Amazing Digital Circus Episode 2 but only when Ragatha is on screen
This isn’t something I have thought of much tbh. I could definitely see Bonnie being a school teacher, it would be cute if anything she’s definitely has that vibe. Probably mostly because I HC Bonnie as sounding like Ragatha lol and she has a similar vibe. Jane, I’m not sure, probably join the police or work as a detective. It would be nice to think she finished her degree and worked as an engineer bettering humanity, possibly building defense so the solver war never happens again. Either way Bonnie and Jane would have stayed together and lived happily ever after, if humanity won, if Cyn didn’t put her talons in Janes weak brain, if Jane didn’t turn off that fence, if Jane didn’t enter that pod, if Jane wasn’t so cowardly.
You know, if.

Jane and Bonnie good ending art NOW

My power may very well go out, so goodnight early anons

>>96774
Good night anon, don’t let the cyn bugs bite

>>96709
>>96714
which is it?!

>>96773
No, only bad ending

>>96775
Bs not dead! She’s right there! Sure her name isn’t “Bonnie” and she isn’t a “human” and she acts nothing like her, but they’re both blonde! They’re both kind! It’s like she’s not gone, which she isn’t. This world might be a cold desolate wasteland full of drones and monsters but B is still alive dammit.

>>96765
She's sick, and there is only one cure for this contagion: fire.

>>96769
I kneel beside you.

>>96774
Goodnight, anon.

Goodnight, American anon.

Beretta getting possessed by the ghost of Bonnie
It isn't as fun as you think
She stopped pretending to be an optimist a while ago
She also managed to rationalize Jane's betrayal out of love, it's kind of disturbing
Jane kind of wants the regular Beretta back

I have decided I can cure evil women with enough sex.

>>96727
Literally no reason for them to have such a simple simplified speech. The hardware is cheep as hell and the software is negligible. This only serves to potentially confuse people. Alternativly why do they need one at all if they have the 'Psycomms'. Where this this psychic stuff even come from sounds dumb as shit

>>96751
the Tithes EP3 'Bullets' in a nutshell

>>96787
Lizzy might be having some conflicting feelings about this
On one hand: it's Doll the super hottie
On the other: it's Doll in the stinky femcel's body

Anon, do you think if the new figure sells well good it will encourage Glitch to continue Murder Drones?

>>96790
I had the same thought while drawing it

>>96791
this is peak. I like psychopomp esthetics. The story is kinda mid unknowable nonsense tho

>>96791
what if I hugged her

>>96795
H A M M E R

>>96788
Don't be so picky, anon, and plus, haven't you ever met "effective managers?"

>>96791
As beautiful as it is horrible. Truly one of man's greatest creation.
With a fuckable ass.

>>96797
:<

>>96791
> gloves
> goggles
shit, she's serious
also nice mirroring asshole

>>96799
You know, yeah. She did the same stupid, useless shit while calling sherself employer of the month.

>>96802
Hah

>>96734
old drawing of mine 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

Love you guys, goodnight

>>96809
Stop making me depressed

>>96805
Wew, looks like a big piece. Take your time and good luck anon.

>>96811
What wrong with it?

>>96809
How much did it hurt Bonnie to see Jane fly off after all this?

>>96816
artists are revulsed by their old art, regardless of anything beside how long ago it was

>>96818
*artists are repulsed by their art

>>96817
It broke her completely. Up was down, left was right, nothing made sense anymore. Her world shattered in an instant.

>>96821
Might be depressing to know but how much time did she have between seeing Jane fly off and dying?

>>96822
Enough to write a message on the pod. Lay down on the ground and bleed out looking up at the sky. It wasn’t especially quick, but honestly she couldn’t feel anything at that point even if she tried.

>>96824
After reading Jane greens I needed this, thanks N.

>>96809
Anon, you really have a writing talent, I literally felt the emotions of the characters.

Great green.

>>96812
I love you too, goodnight.

>>96824
Silly, silly little marine.

>>96810
> there's a machine making endless femdrones
shut it down, SHUT IT DOWN!

>>96821
Ah, so the green where her reaction was sad acceptance and understanding wasn't yours.

>>96832
Which of the greens should be tagged 'pocketsteaks' and which one 'anonymous_artist'?

>>96810
We watched films together... She was so funny... She had such a tight ass...

>>96833
This one's not marked as him so it's fine, but I was looking at https://dronebooru.co/posts/6508

>>96836
Do it. Write /md/s pregnant Anne Frank.

>>96836
DO IT!

>>96836
Lesss go

Drones gave me collarbone fetish

>>96841
>Pic unrelated.
But still thanks.

>>96836
Dew it

>>96845
>Is it effective? No.
>Is it sexual? Fuck, YES!

God, I really want clarification on DD's sexual appearance because "Liam just wanted to jerk off" doesn't satisfy me.

>>96836 I hate myself (but Daddy Washington loves V)
>You sit in the carriage, trying not to notice the harsh bumps as it rattles along the dirt road.
>Your younger brother, Samuel Washington, sits across from you, dressed in finery that makes him look quite… foppish.
>After a significant amount of effort, he managed to convince you to take time to come along to Williamsburg from your estate at Mount Vernon, although you still have doubts about the entire affair.
>After all, your wheat and tobacco will need to be harvested soon - is it really wise to make a social appearance at the critical harvest time?
>Samuel seems to detect your concern. He reaches over and pats you on your knee.
>“Trust me, Georgie, this ball will be quite a time. You shan’t regret it, I promise.”
I am not so certain, Samuel. I doubt that anyone wants to see me.
>“Don’t be so silly, brother! You’re a hero - brigadier general, freshly minted in those engagements with the French and those other savages! All the women will be dying to meet you!”
>Samuel wiggles his eyebrows at you in a manner unbecoming of an upper class gentleman.
>If Lawrence were still alive, he wouldn’t approve of your antics… but at the same time, you had already come this far.
>With a sigh, you slouch back into your seat.
… very well.
>Samuel grins.
But I am holding you to your promise to help me make up for time lost in harvesting when we return.
>“On my most solemn honor, brother.”
>His expression grows exaggeratedly grim, as though you’re making a deal jeopardizing his very soul.
>The coachman bellows out an announcement.
>“Lords Washington! We have arrived at the city. We shall reach the Governor’s Palace in a few moments.”
>Samuel immediately perks back up, pushing his face against the carriage window to take in the sights of the city. You absentmindedly gaze out after him.
(1/4)

>>96847
>Candlelights illuminate the streets; despite the sun having nearly set, Williamsburg still bustles with activity.
>Merrymakers lurch out of the taverns, with the Kings Arms having a few less fortunate souls sprawled around in an inebriated stupor.
>A handful of the passersby are similarly well-dressed to you and your brother - they will likely be at the ball as well.
>“The Governor’s Palace, sirs!”
>The coachman reins the horses back, the carriage drawing to a stop in front of the largest of the three gates into the estate.
>He opens the door and helps the both of you down and out of the compartment; you turn to Samuel so that he can pay the man his due, but it appears that your younger brother has already gone ahead into the palace.
>Typical. With a sigh, you withdraw your coin purse and fish out a shilling and three pence.
Is that suitable to keep you for the night at a tavern and see us back tomorrow as well?
“Yes sir. Thank you, sir. Have a pleasant evening, milord.”
>He remounts his seat and rolls away.
>“Brother, are you coming in?”
>Samuel evidently thought you were too slow and returned to retrieve you.
I thought we would go in together… and that you were paying for the carriage.
>Your brother avoids eye contact, whistling nonchalantly.
>“I don’t recall saying anything to that effect… but enough squabbling, come on, come on!”
>The two of you head inside the palace.
>The entryway is abuzz with activity, nobility and high society socialites filling every available inch of room.
>The two of you weave past them and into the ballroom, where lively music is being played.
>As you enter, the innumerable hues of silk and velvet try to snatch your attention from all directions. A relatively plain dress, with darker colors (indicative of mourning) catches your eye.
I say, Samuel… who is that?
>“Over there?”
(2/4)

>>96848
>Samuel leans in conspiratorially.
>“That’s Martha Danridge Custis. She’s a very wealthy widow, I’ve heard, and so young too - only 25! If you married her, your political future would be secure.”
>Martha sees you and gives a shy little wave.
>“Oh! She’s seen us!”
>He grins.
>“Well, I suppose we have no other choice but to go speak with her now! Come on!”
>The two of you start to make your way over when a flash catches your eye outside the window.
>“George? Why did you stop?”
I… I thought I saw something out there.
>“Probably just a servant. Maybe a slave. Nothing to be concerned about- hey, George, where are you going?!”
>You pull your arm away and hurry to the door outside.
>The gardens behind the palace are also lit, albeit much more weakly.
>Bugs hum in the warm summer air, growing louder as you grow further from the party inside.
>You warily approach the hedge maze, the general location of the… thing you saw.
Hello? Is anyone out here?
>Your question is answered as cold metal pushes against the back of your head. A mocking, and yet lilting, voice responds amusedly.
>“Yeah, I am. “
>You turn to look at your accoster and behold an angel (who happens to be pointing a gun at your head).
>Her appearance is unlike that of any woman you’ve ever beheld - pearl-white skin, silver hair, and glowing eyes - and yet still distinctly feminine in her shape and voice.
>You are smitten; if you hadn’t powdered your face earlier, you’d be glowing red from your blush.

>You are broken out of your enraptured state when you realize that an arm of this fair creature appears to be dangling by a thread, with black… rock oil dripping from the wound.
>In fact, she looks to be fairly injured.
>An impact crater nearby suggests she quite literally ‘fell from heaven’.
Are you alright?! I can find some medical-
>“Oh, I’m fine. Just a little disoriented, but that’s okay. Which is more than you’ll be in a minute if you don’t answer a few questions.”
>She grins, exposing a mouthful of jagged teeth.
(3/4)

>>96849
>“So, what are you supposed to be? Another of the Solver’s holograms? A twisted memory of the Elliott’s overblown ‘neo-archaic’ parties? C’mon, speak!”
>She pokes you again with the gun.
>“What’s wrong with you, anyway? You’re not even screaming.”
I… I am awestruck by your beauty.
>The strange woman’s eyes reappear, although as hollowed ovals this time. She blinks, evidently confused.
>“What?”
I apologize if this is too forward but… I believe I have fallen in love with you. Pray, may I ask the pleasure of knowing your name?
>The sarcasm and threatening tone are gone. Shyly, she brushes back some of her hair.
>“I-I’m V.”
>She stutters with a glowing blush of her own before shaking herself out of it.
>“Wait wait wait, I’M the one asking the questions, Mister Smoothtalker! Where. Am. I?”
>She punctuates each sentence with a prod of the gun barrel into your chest.
You’re in Williamsburg, Lady V. One of the largest cities and the capital of the Commonwealth of Virginia.
>V doesn’t look particularly happy about this information. Cautiously, she continues.
>“... and the year?”
The seventeen hundredth and fifty-eighth since the death of our Lord Christ.
>“Keep the religion to yourself, wiggy- wait, did you say 1758?”
… yes?
>It wasn’t really a secret.
>V looks shaken.
>“Oh no. Oh ROBOGOD no. I… I can’t…”
>She staggers away slightly; you reach to help her keep her balance but she points the gun at you again.
>“St-stay away from me! You’re lying, you’ve got to be!”
Me? I would never tell a lie, not since my youth, and especially not to a lady!
>She looks distraught, searching the starry skies wildly.
>“I… I need to get out of here. I need to find N and Uzi, NOW.”
Are they your friends? I can help you search! Wait, please!
>Two massive wings unfurl from her back and she takes flight with a single flap, soaring off into the dark as you watch awestruck.
>She… she really WAS an angel.
>You kneel on the ground, wondering if you shall ever have a chance to meet her… V… ever again.
(4/4)

Basdee

>>96850
It's beautiful, anon, just beautiful.

>>96850
Fuck, I need a drawfag to draw George staring into the night sky as V flies away

>>96855
Based James

>>96850
he better see her again, and next time there better be a wicked make out sesh

>>96854
Neat Louisa design

>>96858
Sorry SPACE LESBIANS, this thread is now an UNINCORPORATED TERRITORY of AMERICA, the GREATEST country in the UNIVERSE
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH🦅🦅🦅🦅🍔🍔🍔🍔🍔🔫🔫🔫🔫🇲🇾🇲🇾🇲🇾🇲🇾🇲🇾🇲🇾🇲🇾

>>96860
But America is also the second gayest country in the universe. The first being Israel.

>>96861
Israel is our 51st state, what are you talking about Anon? As if the state of Israel could be a country, ha!

>>96788
wake up to find grunts have a dedicated anti now. yay.

>>96865
Go back to sleep, you crybaby.

>>96868
good morning to you too, anti

>>96866
>>96867
Liam was probably inspired by the design

>>96867
I see a J there

>>96867
Voidoll my beloved...

>>96869
I like Grunt Drones. I don't like people who piss themselves at the sight of criticism.

>>96837
But which variant of pregnant Anne Frank, pregnant Anne Frank being saved by Confederate troops or pregnant Anne Frank and Charles II of Spain is the father?

>>96872
agreed. I want her to save, or at least protect Tessa from her parents. maybe a green:
>Tessa stays with her for while her parents are off on a fun vacation without her.
>we get occasional vignettes of James and Louisa being miserable on their trip throughout the main narrative of Tessa and Martha having fun together
>but the dread of returning to Elliott Manor looms over them.
>ends with Martha comforting her niece
>and trying to find a way to get her out of that place for good.

>>96877
Because by the time we see Cyn do anything autistic "Cyn" is a corpse being used as a skinsuit by Vore Demon GLaDOS.

>>96865
you the writer/artist? if so, it happens. dronetism has its ups and downs. and it's 4chan. it comes with the territory.
however, i have a few suggestions. it's fine to design and give them some of those traits you've written but have something in mind, a story where those features get used in important scenes. where they matter. like i can see the silent communication ability mattering in a story where a DD is out hunting for them, and they have to coordinate in silence. maybe it can be told from the perspective of a human soldier who witnessed the event unfold.
i think design-wise, they're fun. shortstacks are cute.

>>96880
>Vore Demon GLaDOS
excuse me, her name is “my beautiful wife who I love”

>>96883
Wife plushie so cute

>>96854
Someone get a brick.

>Literally no reason for them to have such a simple simplified speech. The hardware is cheep as hell and the software is negligible. This only serves to potentially confuse people.
there's less variation because I wanted little war machines with cutesy-ish voices cuz I think it's funny and I thought giving them walkie talkie voices was neat
>Alternativly why do they need one at all if they have the 'Psycomms'.
because it's only received by other grunts or drones who have the necessary modifications. it's important to be able to communicate with humans and regular drones– but it's not as high priority, hence the use of low quality speakers (or whatever drones canonically have to produce sound)
>Where this this psychic stuff even come from sounds dumb as shit
I just used 'psychic' as shorthand. I figured putting quotes around it made it apparent that it's not the real thing but I guess not. it's just wireless communication and transmission of their sensory feeds

>>96885
So she actually likes Anon and loves her grandchildren?

>>96869
I'm waking up
To fags and filth
I post a slur
And switch to another tab
I'm looking at
Some cool stuff
Oooooo...Aaaah...
I'm sick of this
I'm checking out
I'll fix my life
Get kids and wife
This is it
Here comes WWIII
Woho
I'm waking up
I see it on my phone
Enough to make my passion cold
Welcome to New /co/mblr
To New /co/mblr
Welcome to New /co/mblr
To New /co/mblr
Wo oh oh oh
I'm
Cringing and posting
Cringing and posting
Wo oh oh oh
I'm
Cringing and posting
Cringing and posting

>>96891
what even

>>96891
>I/md/agine /md/ragons
This is mega gay

>>96889
If she can realize that her self-loathing is what's driving her perception of Anon she will.

Uzi a shit.

>>96895
I can't believe N ate Uzi...

>>96896
Dinner wasn't on time.

>>96854
What do loaves even taste like?

>>96893
>MG funposts on doorchan while he's running the plush scam
kek

>>96900
But what if I've never read greens with a fluffy pony?

YO! Writefriends, here's a question for you. Do you ever bueno at your old greentexts?

>>96901
/md/ produces high effort kino and low effort bait in equal quantities

>>96904
Yes. That means you've improved.

>>96904
No, because I've developed a much higher tolerance for cr¡nge since getting here

>>96904
I don't remember any of the greens I write

Hey guys. What happens when an oogi gets its hands on soda?

>>96902
There's always a start https://pastebin.com/u/BallsOfFluff/1

Alright here's my totally cool OC idea. So get this, they're a human from Da Solver Ware and de have da tragic backstory, but they make a deal with Cyn who is going around making deals for some odd reason, so they become like her slave, but also not, because Cyn never tells them to really so anything so they can hang out with all the other OCs

>>96912
this but the OC is made extra sexy by the solver and has to fuck to live

Oggis are shit

I love Murder Drones so much that I've decided to expand the universe of it . I've also created my own OCs which shall take place on this planet, as well as some other unique creatures

>>96918
>He Doesn't Like Liam Vickers Characters

>>96919
You literally just described your average Liam Vickers character

>>96920
>>96921
What? Naw. Surely not.

>>96904
Yes. All the time.
And I very rarely go back over them.

>>96917
What you have done is go away from the original setting of this world I have fallen for. To even expand on this world and make something that doesn't take place on Copper-9 is insulting to me. All of this must take place on this one singular planet and yet it must also always revolve around the main canonical cast, to even imply that there is a whole other world to explore is insulting