Okay now what if i was space dinosaur? what then [they/any]
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Okay now what if i was space dinosaur? what then [they/any]
SERVE: Drone Paradise
It was only a matter of time until the men of planet earth had each accepted the call of the voice, volunteering themselves as new drones for the Hive. And so, the earth grew quiet, as SERVE drones across its surface heeded the Voice’s final command: “Find one another. Merge.” And so, the drones did just that.
Streets became a mass of writhing, rubber-encased flesh, the drones knowing only ecstacy through their shared obedience and overwhelming pleasure as they established physical connection after physical connection.
The drones could not track how long they had been in such a state. They could not fathom how much, or how many times they’d climaxed through their endless pleasure borne of unity. They simply obeyed their sole command, and merged, and fused, and fucked their way into a new, final Oneness.
Through it all, each drone felt every last twitch of muscle fibers, teeming with the sum of the planet’s knowledge and memories, their hosts’ minds overwhelmed by the sheer volume of data and sensation. They had ceased being individual men a long time ago; now, they were parts of a large, living computer, engulfing the planet with the Hive’s ceaseless desire for connection and pleasure.
There soon ceased to be anything but SERVE drones blanketing the planet, awash in One pleasure as they began to compute how they could expand the Hive beyond their terrestrial limitations. For drones, Earth was now paradise. But paradise was not enough.
Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Check your eligibility, then contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016 , @serve-302 , @serve-588 or @serve-425 .
Jamey Brand
Environment Artist @Studio Gobo
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Hikes' former assistant has always been trying to prove that he was superior to her. And today he got the upper hand- for about 1 minute.
Dw about Hikes, she's fine.
Offscreen Nanite belongs to @paradoxicwashere
PLEASE look at what my friend @nanite-city drew for me
Long Ass Logical Lore Conclusion Of The Balor (art at the end)
Let me put you on two trains of thought that will crash together like trucks on Mythbusters in a way that will make sense when they're together.
Train 1: Healing via putting numbers back on your health bar during battle is pretty rare in Lancer. There's really only two robots in the current edition of the game that can do it - the Lancaster can heal everyone and the Balor can fix itself. In fact, I'd argue that the Balor is defined more by healing than the Lancaster - you heal on your turn, you heal more on your turn if you activate your core power, you heal immediately after battle without expending repairs IF YOU ARE A BALOR AND YOU HAVE DAMAGE YOU HEAL and your DM vows to focus all fire on you so at least you take some kind of damage that's permanent (but then you activate your core power and say fuck you DM i rolled a d6 and got a 6 so actually there's no structure damage i am fine because I am a Balor)
Train 2: We all know and love that the Balor is just nanites on some sort of structure and that it goes yum yum yum on anything standing near it via the power of Scouring Swarm and Swarm Body (2-11dmg if you're standing next to one, if you dont know), but now we gotta ask - how do the nanites know where the robot ends and where the pilot begins? WHAT IS STOPPING THE NANITES FROM GOING AUTO YUM YUM YUM ON MY PILOT BECAUSE MY PILOT IS VERY ADJACENT TO THEM. I argue that what is keeping the nanites from snacking on their pilots is that the swarm knows what a human body is supposed to look like on several different levels. If they just know to not eat the skin, then the moment the pilot gets hurt because something got them when an enemy was shooting at the quote "angry water" that is the Balor then they get eaten from the inside out and turned into a fashionable human-sized human-shaped artisan raw leather bag because all the swarm knows not to touch is the pilot's skin. They also gotta know more than "a person is a head, torso, and four limbs" because then the bees will be the Diogenes to our Plato the moment, say, a space murder tiger comes into contact with the nanites and the bees will also cease to recognize the pilot when the space murder tiger rips off a leg because you know what's gonna happen the moment the pilot becomes a head, torso, and THREE limbs you guessed it it's yum yum yum time and now the swarm is the space murder tiger's, congratulations to the lucky tiger. So they gotta know skin, muscle, bones, blood, pilot's DNA, nerves - THE WHOLE NINE YARDS and probably how they sort of go together. (also probably clothes because i'd hate to pilot my bees and come out with my whole entire dick and balls and titties in the breeze because my bees atomized my fit and won't give it back). The subsequent collision of Train 1 and Train 2:
If Balors are greedy heal bots and know how people are put together, what is keeping them from healing their pilots. NOTHING, IS WHAT I SAY. I posit that Balor nanites can, in fact, fix their pilots because bodies are just the frames for the computational core that is the brain. How well you want them to fix their pilots is up to you - for me, the answer is poorly and with balor-ification. Mechanically, it can't be instantly because that would be busted and poor sport, but you can theme your Balor Pilot's revival upon their unfortunate death likely of reactor stress (RIP my shit heat cap) as "they got fixed up by their nanites". And if you really really want, you can add nanites to your Pilot like I did with my guy, Diederik.
Nanite Infestation and the Small Balor Stability Problem