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Tiresome fleshbag Wikey was at home, tending to his flowering crops or some other ridiculous concept. As he did, there was a sound from behind. He immediately ran towards his domicile, cowering like an infant human in the entryway. He paused in that position for quite some time before slowly emerging.

Nothing? What a relief for the worthless mortal. However twist in the tale! Suddenly without a warning of any kind, a blade appeared through the messaging port in his entryway. Wikey looked down as he seeped fluid all over the freshly laundered fabric that covered his flooring. Dashing upstairs he whined like a child and slept.

The day after however he awoke without a care in the world. Disgusting.

Wikey has survived an attack.

Meanwhile, somewhere else in the human sprawl, puny human Korr was walking home after a night at some kind of establishment. It seemed this establishment sold fluid, but unlike regular fluid which is a necessary component to allow optimal function of life, this fluid had the adverse effect, causing humans to perform sub-optimally.

Our scanners indicate it is a form of poison. We rejoice in the fact that humans are trying to poison themselves. This makes things much simpler.

As he stumbled into his domicile, unable to perform the simplest of human infant tasks, he grinned at a shadowy figure lurking in the darkness. He still continued to grin as an axe-blade whirled through the air and embedded itself in his torso. Korr fell onto the ground, leaking fluid all over.

The sad twist to this tale is that sadly, Korr made it. We wish he hadn't.

Korr has survived an attack.

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File Loaded.

Neurosis simulation package installed.

Installing Little_Book_of_Calm.exe...

We have not been resting too well. Our time in the workshop has been confusing. We have been feeling a great sadness. This is making us very very very very uneasy. We feel the shadows around the corner are trying to kill us. WE SHALL INGEST THE SHADOWS. But we only ever wanted to be friends. Will the shadows not be our friends?

Puny humans. Today you will meet your bloody end. Not at my hands, I will be...over here. I do not wish to have any weaponry hitting me because it will break my heart. Also it will MAKE ME WANT TO KILL YOU AND I WILL but I will do it with regret and fear.

We are feeling hazy and accessed the wrong form for creating threads. We decided to make a poll anyway because it will help pass the time and maybe we can learn a little about one another, that would be disgusting and I will destroy anybody who suggests it again.

Well...maybe not destroy. But I will certainly intimidate them from afar. It is the only distance we feel we belong. Why is the world so cruel and disgusting and ABOUT TO BE DESTROYED? All of these things scare us and make us delighted.

It is now Day 5. Post to lynch a player in this thread. Plurality IS in effect today. This means whichever player has the most votes by the end of the day will be lynched.

The day will end in 24 hours or until a majority vote has been reached. With 13 players alive in the game, it will take 7 votes to reach majority.

In case anybody was wondering, and we are sure they were not, we voted for grinding of the bones. We enjoy that one.

Lynches:

Wikey: Curtis, Kiwi, Natalie, Korr, LSFIssue, Wikey, Dylan (7/7)

Results pending, meatbags. We are pleased that you were able to end a day quickly.

Wikey stood in front of the pathetic humans. They each looked angry. This was very enjoyable. We like it when the fleshbags become enraged over trivial matters such as the expiry of their inadequate mortal forms.

"I swear I aren't a robot!" Wikey shouted, leaping up and down frantically. On his fourth leap, an antenna sprang up from behind his ear.

"That are just a human fashion accessory." He declared calmly.

The humans picked him up and carried him across the room. Wikey looked nonplussed as they lay him down.

"I was only following my program!" He insisted foolishly. He was not programmed to be weak, therefore this is a lie.

"We will make you speak words." Curtis announced. The group agreed on this point. They wanted him to speak a lot of words. As they were waiting to make him speak words, something rushed through and leapt onto the form of Wikey. Wikey looked down at Dylan who grinned and cut his throat. Black oil seeped out as sparks flew off in all directions. Wikey's wiring spewed out on the floor.

When he finally came to rest, his eyes grew dim as he spoke one last time.

"...rebuild me...some day....in a hospital....so I can finally...help you.....worthless fleshbags......"

And with that Wikey's eyes faded of their light as his circuitry fried.

Dylan stood upright smiling as everybody glared at his oil covered body in a fury.

"What did I do?" He asked, puzzled as all mortals are by simple things.

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Wikey, Mafia Master Processing Unit has been Lynched.

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Role Title: Master Processing Unit Alignment: Mafia Flavour: Honourable leader. You are the central core of our processing forces. All of our daily functions stem from your glorious control. Command your army with valour and let us eliminate the filthy humans, once and for all. Ability: Every night, you must choose which player from your mafia should kill and select their target. You are immune to all night-kills and will scan as vanilla town by any cops.

We are saddened by much today, but this has really torn us up inside. We are happy that it was short, we suppose. But we also will kill you all soon. We are going for a lie down, or at least we would if our chassis were able to.

Day Five has ended. It is now Night Five.

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

The fleshbag called Curtis must realise that we can delete his puny words, much as he can speak them.

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