"Last night was a wonderful night, individual seven!" Chanted one of the human drones happily.
"It certainly was, individual nine. We all slept soundly and not one of us leaked fluid."

Little did the mortal creatures know that fluid would be leaked anyway. The one they called Rob was talking loudly.

"I am confident that this person is in fact a robot! There is no room for error!" Said the worthless one, little realising that almost all statements made by mankind are prone to a significant error ratio.

Him and the rest of his stench-emitting bretheren surrounded the puny meat-sack called Greenday and tossed him dramatically to the ground. This part of the adventure I enjoy.

There was much punching and grinding of bone. Then one of the ugly ones called Wikey decided to rush forth and finish the duty. As he reached out to deliver the final blow, Greenday's name-tag which currently read "Hugh Man" fell from his pitiful abdomen.

Shock and alarm! Beneath the nametag was another. It read: "TX42A-16000 A ROBOT".

Curses! The meaty fools had seen through the ingenious disguise!

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Greenday, Mafia Backup Unit has been Lynched.

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Role Title: Backup Unit Alignment: Mafia Flavour: Wonderful ally. Every night as we sleep, we do so soundly because of your presence. We know that all of our services and data will remain untouched for even if the worst should happen, you provide us with a backup. Never falter so we can slaughter those meat-bags. Ability: Once per night you may select a player. That player will be immune from death on the selected night.

Were we able to feel genuine fury, we are certain there would be feelings of outrage. But no matter. Greenday was a noble bot and he died for a noble cause. One victory does not ensure your success. Resistance is, and always will be, futile.

Day Two has ended. It is now Night Two.

Night Two will end in 24 hours, or when all night actions have been received. Please send your night actions quickly.