Sorry about that guys, I was out. Lets just get right too it shall we?

























The sun came up on another Day in Robot Washington DC. The townsbots came together in the town square for the morning roll call but instantly noticed a horrifying sight. It was Timmah. His body laid in the middle of the town square with a sucking chest wound. It was clear he had taken a 12 gauge slug to the chest. There was a strange stench that robot bodies had never made before and flies were buzzing about.


















TIMMAH IS DEAD














he was....

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Player: Timmah Alignment: Resistance Role: Commando Role Type: Jack-of-All-Trades You are John Connor, ironically, you are related to the one from Terminator. You are the last remaining human male to your knowledge, it is time to resist the robots with everything you have. You were raised to kill and have a very diverse skillset. Each night you may choose one of the following actions. Each is 1x shot. 1. Track, 2. Plant Explosive (this would be your factional kill, you will plant a bomb on your victim, anyone who visits that night will be killed in the explosion. 3. Role Cop, 4. Scrap- Your victim will be scrapped for cash before anyone can see what their role was

After all the commotion, the robots did their rolecall and they noticed Jordan was missing so a group went to his house to see what had happened. The door was wide open.






The robots searched the house but Jordan was nowhere to be found. Finally, Ahoda mentioned he saw him on the roof a few days ago so the search party made their way up the steps and out the door to roof access.




Thats where they found Jordan, his body was hanging by the neck from the flag pole. His face badly beaten.




"Do you think he did this to himself?" Asked Herm





"This was no suicide!" Exclaimed Ahoda

























JORDAN IS DEAD






he was....

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Player: Jordan Alignment: Town Role: SpyBot Role Type: Watcher You are the robot who made spies obsolete. Each night you may choose a target to visit. You will find out anyone who visited them. ɐ̶̶̵̶̵̵̵̸̵̵̷̵̵̶̶̸̵̶̴̶̵̵̸̸̶̶̷̸̵̸̷̶̷̸̷̵̸̴̴̷̶̷̴̴̸̵̶̵̸̴̵̸̸̶̵̷̸̵̸̸̷̴̷̶̸̸̸̸̵̵̴̴̵̴̶̷̴̷̵̸̴̵̴̶̴̸̶̶̸̷̶̴̵̸̵̶̸̸̵̸̴̷̸̸̸̴̷̸̶̵̶̶̷̵̵̷̴̴̷̵̶̶̸̵̸̴̷̨̡̡̨̢̢̧̡̡̡̢̨̨̡̡̡̡̡̢̡̧̡̧̢̡̢̧̧̧̧̢̧̢̨̨̡̨̢̡̨̢̧̢̧̧̡̢̢̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̰̜̟͕̦͍̬̼̜̺̱͈̹̘͈̘̟͖̭̱͚̮̳͓̦̭̞̩̰͍͚͈̮̪͓͙͔̤͇͉̖̙̼̘͈̜̞̺̝̻̮̝̼̩̯̰̰͈̘͎̱̠̘̞̺̟̱̝̭̩̯̹̞̭̗̺̫͈͇̲͎̪̜̖͍̭̣͖̰̱̬̤͕̥̗̹͉̗͎͔͙͈͉̖͓̠͚̬͓̞̟̣͕̟͕̞̤̝̖̩̲̠̙̟͚̬̜̯̗̱̠͙͈̙̙̻͇̹̦̫̬̜͎͕̳̫̬͕͚̖̗̣̜̩͙̞̳̤͓̹̪̘̙̙͎̞̫̹͉̰͓̯̹̗̟̥̦̠̪̣͕̤̜͈͙̣͎̘̩̳͎͍̭̱͖̹̩̗͓̝̰̤̱̳͍̥̰̦̟̠̲̳͕͖͕͉̞̦̲̞̫̼͖̝̞̱̠͎̲̹̬̭̙̳̤̖̩̟̪̞̳͎̜̦̟͎͔̼̟̳͙͎̬̘̥͙̮̠̱̬̮̮̟̻͍̥̣͎͔̗̬̦͉̭̭͙̟̲̟̞̣̤͈͇̮̣̗̪̬̻̻͚̣̣͍̜͈̲͕̭̹̳͔̯̦̥̪̱̱̜̮͉͙͙̬̳̳̼̻͈̘̹͇̘̮͖̭͈̥͈̙̟̥̟̻͍̫͇͈̼͓͉̪̠̤̜͎̰̮͓̜̖͇̞̻͔̗̭͍͖͍̮͚͔̜͉̥̳͕̤͙̲̹͎̦̹̜̬̫̙̠̪̻̥̯͈͓̤̻͔̦̺̲̼̮͚̘̠̒͛͐͐̿̃̋́͆̾͛͆̈́̀̿͒̾̔̄̀̉̈́̂͑̉̿͐̿̐͊̈́̿̄̀̓̀̓̈́̈́̉͑̔̐͌͊͗̈́̀͗̍͐̏̒̆̾͛̑͂͂́̾̋̓̀̊̄͗͌͑͒̆͋͐́̂̈̍̀̓͗̒̐͐͗̈̃̉̈̀̉̊̃͛̅̐̈́͒̿̉̏̌͊͊̑̏̾̾̊͒̏̑͆́͒̎̒̾̓̾̉̐̍̆̂̾̉̍̐̊̊̈̓̇͋̋̃͒̄̈́͛̔̈́͌́̍͆͗̏̆̀̃̔̈̆̎̀͌̉͐́̓̀̇̐͗̍͗̓̐́́̄̾̇̃̐̂̾̂̌̾̓͑̆͒͐̀̋̐̏͒̌̾͂̔̅̓͊̅͛̀̌͌̆̇͆̽̑̿̀̋͆̈́̾̀͑́́̀͐̑̃̓́̓̓̆͊̈́͊̋̓̋̑̐͋̽̈́͐̅́̿̐̽̿̄͗̀͂́͆̔̇͛̀̀̑̈̿͌̃̽̎͌͆́̋̇̽͆̒̾̓̓͗̂͂͑́̋̓͊̊͌̾̀̇̈̀̎̓͊͛̊̂̋̈́̈́̀̍̈́̂͌͛̏̈́̅̿̒̉͊̋͑̀̋̆̂̿̀̌͒͋̊͑̌̔͗̓̽̀̀̽̾̑̊̒̒̋̐͌́͑̽̂͑͘̕̕̚͘̕͘͘̚͘̚͘̕͘̚̕̕̚̕̚͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅ The role has been corrupted. You are now an Ad-Bot. Each night you may visit someone and deliver an advertisement. This action will result in them being hassled with ads which is a mild inconvenience but nothing more. Role Type: Fruit Vendor

The townsbots made their way back to the town square, knowing what was next. The usual announcement about the switch that controlled their fate. The townsbots huddled together in terror, staring at the loudspeakers, waiting for it's decision......














When Reaper spoke up.











"Where is Brian?" Reaper asked













The townsbots looked around, how could they have forgotten about Brian. Reaper was right, he was missing.








"I guess we never really thought about it, he has been active so haven't paid much attention to him" Explained Curtis




Spencer and Nav hurried back from Brian's house with a report


"he's not at home. This isn't like him" said a concerned Nav



"Did you check the mail?" asked Vern



"What?" asked Spencer


"Check the mail" Vern assured



Spencer made walked across the street to the post office and pulled open the access door to the mail drop box.



Brian's body tumbled out, a knife stuck deep into his dead.


"How did you know?" asked Spencer


"It seemed like a reasonable place to check" explained Vern



















BRIAN IS DEAD





he was

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Player: Brian Alignment: Resistance Role: Compact Disk Reader Bot Role Type: Backup You are a standard robot but you have a disk reader that will allow you to upload a role. At any point in the game, once a TOWN role has died, you may collect their disk if it is uncorrupted and assume their role. You may swap it out for a new role at any time but only on the same day that the role flipped. You will keep any role you upload until you destroy it to switch for a new role.

The celebration was cut short as the townsbots heard the usual feedback then a voice over the loudspeakers......

















































"THE SWITCH IS OFF!"



"The robots breathed sigh of relief"


It is now Day 5. With 12 Alive it takes 7 to lynch. The deadline is Monday Night at 9pm. The day is open.

Day 5 Lynch Count. Deadline Monday Night at 9pm.
Reaper (1/7) Curtis

Day 5 Lynch Count. Deadline Monday Night at 9pm.
Reaper (2/7) Curtis, Nav


Day 5 Praise Count
TiB (1/?) Nav

Day 5 Lynch Count. Deadline Monday Night at 9pm.
Reaper (3/7) Curtis, Nav, Primate

Day 5 Lynch Count. Deadline Monday Night at 9pm.
Reaper (3/7) Curtis, Nav, Primate
Spin (1/7) Vern

Day 5 Lynch Count. Deadline Monday Night at 9pm.
Reaper (4/7) Curtis, Nav, Primate, Spin
Spin (1/7) Vern

Day 5 Lynch Count. Deadline Monday Night at 9pm.
Reaper (3/7) Curtis, Nav, Primate, Spin
Spin (1/7) Vern
Herm (1/7) Primate

Day 5 Lynch Count. Deadline Monday Night at 9pm.
Reaper (2/7) Curtis, Nav, Primate, Spin
Vern (2/7) Ahoda, Nav
Spin (1/7) Vern
Herm (1/7) Primate

Day 5 Lynch Count. Deadline Monday Night at 9pm.

Spin (3/7) Vern, Primate, Reaper
Reaper (2/7) Curtis, Nav, Primate, Spin
Vern (2/7) Ahoda, Nav
Herm (0/7) Primate

Day 5 Lynch Count. Deadline Monday Night at 9pm.

Spin (4/7) Vern, Primate, Reaper, Spencer
Reaper (2/7) Curtis, Nav, Primate, Spin
Vern (2/7) Ahoda, Nav
Herm (0/7) Primate

Day 5 Lynch Count. Deadline Monday Night at 9pm.

Vern (5/7) Ahoda, Nav, Primate, Reaper, Spin
Spin (1/7) Vern, Primate, Reaper, Spencer
Reaper (1/7) Curtis, Nav, Primate, Spin
Spencer (1/7) Herm
Vic (0/7) Primate
Herm (0/7) Primate

Day 5 Final Lynch Count

Vern (7/7) Ahoda, Nav, Primate, Reaper, Spin, Vic, Vern
Spin (1/7) Vern, Primate, Reaper, Spencer
Reaper (1/7) Curtis, Nav, Primate, Spin
Spencer (1/7) Herm
Vic (0/7) Primate
Herm (0/7) Primate

VERN HAS BEEN LYNCHED

The townsbots had finally gained some momentum from last night and it was time to put it to good use.

"I am the hero who bagged an evil human, I will lead us to total victory, get behind me!" offered Vern

The other robots were skeptical

"hmmm but how could you have killed the human if I have an incredibly small brain and don't understand it?" inquired Primate studiously

"yeah! My brain is incapable of processing complicated things too, the only solution is it disagree angrily!" shouted Ahoda, raising a torch and a pitchfork, both he has dug out of the back of his pants

A group of robots began to surround Vern. They crept closer and closer when Vern began beeping aggressively


The crowd paused with caution

A voice came from Vern's chest

"INTRUDER ALERT, INTRUDER ALERT"

"Whats that you got there, Vern?" Questioned Spin

"it's my anti-virus" vern asserted. I am a good robot!

"sounds dangerous" Spin responded. "will it give us any trouble if we, oh idk, say... Beat you to death?"

"maybe?" Vern squeaked

The group took a step closer

A shotgun, a flamethrower, and a missile launcher raised out from behind Vern attached to mechanical arms

"BACK AWAY FROM THE VERN" the voice cautioned

"this sounds like some scummy shit to me" said Vic "someone else besides me should do something about it. How about you, Curtis?"

"hmm" said Curtis


"never mind!" shouted Vern "fuck this, I'm OUT!"



Vern pointed his flamethrower at the ground and squeezed the trigger. He began to lift off into the air as if it were a jetpack


"hahaha see you later, gayboys!" Vern chuckled. He lifted a few inches off the ground then became stagnant. The tank quickly ran out of fuel and he was set back onto the ground, now on fire.

"well that didn't work" Vern mumbled as the rocket's fuse ignited in the flames, blowing vern into a million peices.




A cloud of Vern dust rained down over the crowd. It sparked in the light of the fire in the middle of the circle








VERN HAS BEEN LYNCHED





He was....

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Player: Vern Alignment: Town Role: Faulty Anti-Virus Bot Role Type: Paranoid Gun Owner You are a standard robot but an overly aggressive anti-virus has been installed. Each night you may choose to turn your anti-virus off or leave it on. If left on, you will attack your first visitor that night

It is now night. Actions are due at 7pm EDT on Tuesday

I have updated #19 in the rules list to provide some more clarity on order of actions since there were some questions about this. No rules have changed and no order has been revealed, just some clarity.

I have also kept the player list/ art gallery updated with role flips

Deadline still 7pm, see you tomorrow