Today's conversation is a lot more decisive, and it quickly becomes clear to everyone including the accused himself that Unwoundpath must be one of the foul perpetrators.
Brimming with a confidence they lacked on the previous day, the assorted men and sort-of-men march up to the control panel again and summon their mechanical lord, who seems so pleased that they've finally picked a target for him that he orders his turrets to open fire on their chosen unit ID without even bothering to look at who he's aiming at.
Which turns out to possibly have been a bit of a mistake, in retrospect, considering that you'd have to be wearing quite a disguise to make yourself look like Unwoundpath.



It is pretty clear even from the bullet-pocked wreckage left over that Unwoundpath was actually a Medbot, a loyal mechanical servant of the Coalition. While the possibility remained that he had been repurposed for evil, a quick inspection of its remaining hard drives seem to imply that it was as Town as they come and hadn't had any of its morality programming tampered with in the slightest.
The only slight anomaly was the very low power remaining in its batteries, but that was easily explained away as a symptom of the "unique" power requisitioning scheme put in place by the base's new overlord. Due to the low availability of electricity, it could only collect enough charge to power its medical equipment for one burst every two nights. As a Town Odd-Night Doctor, Unwoundpath was able to release its incredible regenerative nanobots onto one other player on any odd-numbered night and thus protect them from any harm.

Wᴇʟʟ.
Tʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛ I ᴡᴀs ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ, I ʜᴀᴅ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ. I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡɪsᴇ.

Oʜ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴀʟʟ's ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇɴᴅs ᴡᴇʟʟ I sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ. As ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴄᴏʀᴘsᴇ ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ɪᴛs ᴊᴏʙ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ sʟᴀᴄᴋᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴜᴛғɪᴛ. Sᴏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛᴇ, ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴊᴏʙ!

Bᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ, sᴏ I sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ I'ᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴜᴘ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛ. Pᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ɪғ I ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴏғғ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ I ᴄᴀɴ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴘᴀᴠʟᴏᴠɪᴀɴ ᴀᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ғᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴏ ɪɴᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛᴇɴᴛ?

Oɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ!

Despite wailed protests about "Cruel and unusual punishment", "Letting the intruders kill people for no good reason" and "That doesn't even make any sense what kind of idiot are you", the machine's disappearance was followed mere seconds later by a dimming of the lights and a sudden unpleasant light-headedness that was probably going to end up becoming very familiar.
With a chorus of thuds and clanking noises as everyone went to "sleep", night fell.

[center]Fɪɴᴀʟ Vᴏᴛᴇ Tᴏᴛᴀʟs Vᴏᴛᴇ Tᴏᴛᴀʟs

Uɴᴡᴏᴜɴᴅᴘᴀᴛʜ: 5 (Roast Veg, Dragonxp, Miggles, Unwoundpath, TorrentHKU)
Aʙsᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ: 3 (Natti, Izen, Nicolasx)

Night Deadline is 8 PM GMT, June 26th (in 48 hours), or when I receive all final night decisions from players that happen to have them.
As it is now night, do not post anything

Barely a minute has passed before the lights flicker back on again and the AI's triumphant voice rings through the small room.

Aʜᴀ! Cᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛ! Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴛʀᴀᴘ!
Dɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I'ᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴏɴsɪɢɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴛʀᴏᴏᴘs ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛʟᴇss ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ? Fᴏᴏʟs! I ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴏғғ ᴛᴏ ʟᴜʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ғᴀʟsᴇ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ sᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ... ᴏʜ.
Oʜ, ᴅᴀᴍɴ.

Despite his bold move, the computer does not return to find (as he had expected) one of the elusive miscreants striking a menacing pose atop one of his loyal minions, but merely a room full of people lying dazedly on the floor. And two corpses.
Wait no... three corpses.
How the blazes did they strike so quickly?
Roast Veg has died in the night.



Roast Veg was a Coalition Clone! A loyal and much-replicated soldier of the coalition, he only wanted to see all threats to his faction eliminated. The loss of power at night time left him completely unconscious, so not only did he not have any special powers that he could keep hidden from the rest of the assembled host, he was also utterly unable to defend himself from assault during the dark hours. Those monsters!
As such, he was a vanilla town member and could do nothing at night time.

Aʟʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴍᴇɴᴛ ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ I sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ. I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.
...ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ.

CORTEX COMMAFIA; DAY THREE

LIVELIST:

1. Miggles
2. Dragonxp
3. TorrentHKU
4. Natti
5. Izen
6. Nicolasx

Deadline is in 72 hours, on 9:00 PM GMT, 27th of June.
Deadline can be extended up to 48 hours if the deadline is nearing and people make a good enough case for it being necessary.
With 6 alive it takes 2 votes to Soft Lynch and 4 votes to Hard Lynch.

Rᴜɴɴɪɴɢ Vᴏᴛᴇ Tᴏᴛᴀʟs

Nɪᴄᴏʟᴀsx: 2 (Miggles, TorrentHKU)
Aʙsᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ: 4 (Natti, Izen, Nicolasx, Dragonxp)

Deadline is in 72 hours, on 9:00 PM GMT, 27th of June.
With 6 alive it takes 2 votes to Soft Lynch and 4 votes to Hard Lynch.

Rᴜɴɴɪɴɢ Vᴏᴛᴇ Tᴏᴛᴀʟs

Nɪᴄᴏʟᴀsx: 3 (Miggles, TorrentHKU, Natti)
Aʙsᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ: 3 (Izen, Nicolasx, Dragonxp)

Deadline is in 72 hours, on 9:00 PM GMT, 27th of June.
With 6 alive it takes 2 votes to Soft Lynch and 4 votes to Hard Lynch.

"Gᴏᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴜsᴇʟᴇss, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ɪᴛ?
I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀʟғ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴏғғ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ sʜᴏᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ. Mᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʟᴇssᴏɴ!"

"Well, why don't you?", suggested Dragonxp. "Put the fear of death into us, I'm sure that will teach us a lesson."

"Yᴇᴀʜ.
Yᴇᴀʜ!
I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I ᴡɪʟʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ?
Wʜᴀᴛ's ɪᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏsᴛ ᴍᴇ? Oɴᴇ ᴜsᴇʟᴇss ᴍɪɴɪᴏɴ? Wʜᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇs! Iᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ. I sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ sʜᴏᴛ [ɪ]ᴀʟʟ[/ɪ] ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ!

POWERING DOWN IN 5"

"WHAT?", shouted Izen, "No! Wait!"
But the light flickered off and he fell jerkily to the floor, alongside his brothers TorrentHKU and Nicolasx.

"Which one do you want to shoot?" asked Miggles.
"Doesn't really matter does it? We keep shooting these idiots and eventually it'll just be us two left.
That computer's about as smart as a brick but it's not going to take it that long to realise why."
"Well what do you suggest then?"
"Hell if I know, we're locked in with no food."

The disguised Ronin stood up from his lean against the door and kicked it in frustration, only to boggle in surprise as it swung open.

"What the hell? It de-powered the locks at night time?"
"..."
"Well, I've got some explosives left. If you don't mind wiring them up we can head off and leave them a little surprise for the morning."
"I'd like that."



As the two rebels cleared a nearby hill, light dawned for the last time inside the AI's twisted game chamber, adding three to the pile of corpses before burning the whole thing to dust.
A bit of an anticlimax perhaps, but as far as the pair were concerned, survival was more important than theatrics, and let's face it what was impressive about outwitting a malfunctioning computer and a bunch of clones that had never thought for themselves before?
They were going to have to come up with a much more exciting story than that before getting back to HQ!

By reducing the current player total to two town and two mafia, the mafia team has won!
Give your congratulations to Miggles and DragonXP

Game Lineup:

1. Miggles - Ronin (Mafia Goon)
2. Dragonxp - Ronin (Mafia Goon)

3. TorrentHKU - Died Night Three; Coalition Clone (Vanilla Town)
4. Emogotsaone - Died Night One; Coalition Clone (Vanilla Town)
5. Roast Veg - Died Night Two; Coalition Clone (Vanilla Town)
6. Natti - Died at Game End; Coalition Clone (Vanilla Town)
7. Izen - Died at Game End; Dummy (Town Odd-Night Cop)
8. Nicolasx - Died Day Three; Coalition Clone (Vanilla Town)
9. Unwoundpath - Died Day Two; Coalition Medbot (Town Even-Night Doctor)