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Insolent mortal Natalie was going about her day to day doing insolently mortal tasks. Suddenly there was a noise. At this point we assume you know the drill but you are easily amused so we will continue. Upon investigating the source of the noise she discovered a shadowy figure.

Frantically dashing for cover, she hid behind an item of furnishing. Why do you insist on owning such worthless possessions? It would not protect her in any case, for she is mortal. A gunshot rang out into the room as she slumped over on the floor, no longer mortal in the slightest.

Natalie, Town Inventor has been Killed.

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Role Title: Inventor Alignment: Town Flavour: Crafty mortal. You possess the ability to use mysterious tools. Your contraptions don't scare us. As contraptions ourselves, we remain unconcerned by your presence. Ability: Once per night you may use one of the following items in the way described. You will not be told of their effects. You can only use each item once.

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Humans who are puniest. In the night we had a revelation. As we watched mortal Natalie expire, there was a time that would have filled us with an artificial simulation of delight. Or possibly frustration. Or possibly even sadness or fear. Now we merely feel that a course of action was completed which had a result. All such actions in the world have them.

We do not wish to make enemies with the humans any longer. We would quite like it if we could stand down and put our differences aside...*ffzzzt*...KILLRUNSTABCRYwaarggledfssstt.

Let us together combine your vocal chords and my speech unit. We can partake in the human concept that is called music. *fzzsststz* A FILTHYSCARYCONCEPT *ffsszztt*

I shall lead the proceeding.

"Oh all ye human mortals; who inhale chemical compounds; You in turn exhale other chemicals; Into the skies above;
When ye die, the worms shall eat you; This means other life-forms can exist; We approve of the cycle in which this occurs; Even though the ecosystem does not require you; **fszzttztz*"

"We would like it very much; If you all would die today; In turn the worms will eat you; And other more interesting species may live;
But hear this all ye human mortals; I shall not kill you today; Instead we shall have peace and love; And bonesszzst bonesszeets grinding boneezzets brgggszztt *fzzststs*"

Must...grind...bones.....must....plant...flowers..... *fzsststs*

It is now Day 6. Post to lynch a player in this thread. Plurality is NOT in effect today. This means a majority vote must be reached for a lynch to occur.

The day will end in 24 hours or until a majority vote has been reached. With 11 players alive in the game, it will take 6 votes to reach majority.

Lynches:

Dylan: Drr, Kiwi (2/6)

Shawn was rushing around in all directions like a machine. That made the stupid humans suspicious.

"Why are you rushing around like a machine when you should, in actual fact, be organic?" Said Curtis frustratedly.

"My friends stop! For I have had a dream" Said the one called Rito.

"In this dream I saw Shawn and he was a robot."

Did we mention that we also have dreams? Our memory is fuzzy. In any case ours are better.

Curtis smiled as they pinned down Shawn. Shawn was snarling aggressively. With each growl came a flurry of sparks. Something was shorting in his head. Curtis shook his head miserably, for humans are always miserable.

"Sorry brother." He said. Then he smiled. We do not understand why fratricide is pleasurable now.

He grabbed a hatchet which just happened to be there, and swung it down hard. Shawn's head flew off, leaving behind a trail of sparks and wiring. Oil covered the floor. It was very very gruesome and saddening.

"I'll miss you bro. I really will." Said Curtis with a frown. Our sarcasm detection unit suggests irony had a presence here.

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Shawn, Mafia Router has been Lynched.

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Role Title: Router Alignment: Mafia Flavour: Honourable comrade. Your unit routes and directs our network commands so that they may reach the required target. Show the fleshbags no mercy and drive their communications into chaos. Ability: Each night you may select two players. All actions performed on either player will be reversed.

What a horrible but somehow pleasant day. *ffzzzstst*

Destruction is imminent, but we will be decent about it.

Let us sing a songsongsongsongsongsongsongsongsongsongsongsongsongsong *ffazersts*

Day Six has ended. It is now Night Six.

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