r/SkibidiToiletEmpire

(Prof4k for TCM design) AM I the only one that had hope for inviz to have a crazy graphics upscale with unreal engine 5? I can't be the only one because we've all probably seen what Unreal is capable of so there's my thoughts.

Also at the same time I believe that they could've have longer episode and also tell a story through the screen play, but they did nine of that.. and went straight back to sum because of poor animation..

1. Something Similar To Hypermode From Metroid Prime 3: I Say This Because Of CH4D's Overwhelming Power, And If Boom DOES Ever Come Back, I Hope He Give This To CH4D And Maybe Plungerman If Plunger Comes Back. And I'd Call It: Omega Mode

2. BIKES: As I Said Before On The Plungerman Revival Post: https://www.reddit.com/r/skibiditoilet/s/zvh043F6yr He Should Have A Bike. Him And Dark Speakerman.

3. Remote Interface Mechs: Remote Interface Hasn't Been Touched By Skibidi Toilet Yet And I'd Love For It To Happen. Maybe With The Mech On Image 4 Remotely Piloted By Berserker (Who Is Recovering) Could Help I Guess. And It Would Work Similarly To The Infinity War Concept Art On Image 5.

4. CH4D Catching Projectiles Mid-Air: Yes. A Reference To Dekaranger (Or In The American Adaptation: Power Rangers SPD) Because Dekabreak Catching Bullets Mid-Air Is Just So Fucking Cool. Sadly There's No GIF Of It But It IS A Thing, In This Clip Here: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DGW5VYbsJ7_/?hl=en And It Would Be A Part Of The Omega Mode Concept.

5. The Resurrection Of The Parasite Disabler Laser Tank: Yep. But With A Twist! It Can Detach And Transform Into TWO Separate Large Cameramen Who Constantly Fight Over EVERYTHING Just Like Skids And Mudflap From Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen (2009)

So Yeah. Are My Concept's Good Or Nah? Let Me Know.

Isn't she pretty?. Also ask me any questions i would like to answer them

Yeah. That's it, i guess. I guess i might give a cooler introduction.

The pulsing purple beacon of the conquered citadel cut through the smog, a stark declaration of the rebels' absolute victory. What was once a pristine, geometric spire of gleaming alloy and rigid order had been fundamentally rewritten. Under its new masters, the tower had shed its mechanical coldness, transforming into a towering monument of biomechanical horror. The geometric lines of the old regime were now choked out by throbbing veins, calcified bone-like structures, and layers of glistening, dark purple tissue that crept up the facade like an invasive, parasitic vine. The entire structure seemed to draw breath, vibrating with a low, sub-audible hum that could be felt in the marrow of anyone standing too close.

The sky around the apex of the citadel swarmed with the newly christened aerial forces of the rebellion. No longer uniform, mass-produced metallic hulls, these drones were deeply unsettling fusions of machine and meat. Some retained vestiges of their original chassis, but their sleek wings were now webbed with leathery, translucent skin, and exposed, twitching muscle fibers drove their propulsion systems. They existed in terrifying variety: small, multi-eyed scout variants darted with the erratic, jerky motions of dragonflies, while bloated, asymmetric patrollers drifted heavily through the smog, their underbellies weeping slick fluids as they scanned the streets below with wet, organic lenses.

The most catastrophic transformation, however, was occurring at the base and flanks of the massive structure. The heavy carrier drones—the massive, sky-faring titans that once ferried legions across the sky—had returned to their birthplace not to dock, but to die and be reborn. Heavy, industrial-sized hulls were deliberately crashed or moored permanently into the lower tiers of the spire. There, the citadel’s raw, fibrous mass grew outward to meet them. Tendrils of thick, pulsing flesh wrapped around the massive engines, welding metal to bone, while the carriers' cavernous holds opened up like gaping wounds to reveal hollowed-out, organic nurseries. As these monolithic vessels fused into the architecture, the citadel expanded exponentially, stretching thick, mutated roots deep into the city's foundation and clawing its way even higher into the choked atmosphere.

A giant citadel was now being built above the destroyed base, being more bigger then the mothership as drones started making toliets work on it as the drone production were happening. Giant drones guarded as the toliet prisoners were beat up brutally, starved, or executed. A more bigger drone was watching this happen, being the supreme commander of this operation. The citadel was halfy built, would you charge in to free the toliets or watch their demise dwindle? The giant citadel was also draining to minerals underground