It was one of those odd mornings where the sun shone brightly through a cloudy sky while the wind flew by in intermittent rushes as if there was some secret rendezvous that it was nearly late for. The town had been changed drastically since the reception of the message a little over a week ago. Face’s mysterious death had left the settlement eerily silent without their town crier/plastic surgeon; the murders, riots and nuclear explosions of the previous days had turned what was once a peaceful space village into a subtle parody of civilization itself.

By noon the sky was fully overcast and an occasional mist of rain came down to dampen those standing by the polluted fountain in the main square. A few of the townspeople were missing, but this was typical of them: a select few residents seemed to believe that the best defense against renegade androids was silence, and these individuals had spent most of their time locked inside their houses.

Awesome Club members both past and present gathered with the known mercers near the town hall. The townies were quiet, sharing an odd sense of solemn profundity. It seemed that something important was about to happen—a listed side effect of the Apprehension brand water from Graham’s store but nevertheless the crowd stood around expectantly.

Minutes passed, and many shuffled their feet about, turning their heads about. The crowd resembled a battalion of slow roosters. Wispy blankets of rain continued to fall, and the sun gave he town an occasional glance through the cracks in the grey ceiling of clouds.

A distant shout came from outside the town square, and then again closer. Philistine came tearing through the plaza, screaming like a stuck air horn.

“Androids!” he gasped, falling to his knees and curtailing his cries to speak to the crowd. “They’re after me! In broad daylight!”

In the distance three figures became visible. Philistine struggled to his feet and loped off in the opposite direction. SirYumYum, cardinal and saranated flew into the plaza armed with blunt objects.

“Get back here, ya dirty fuckin’ andy!” cried saranted. They continued after him, and the townspeople followed.

Wheeling about Onan Village, the peculiarity of the situation was apparent. Android kills typically happened at night, and town lynches didn’t often occur at the drop of a hat. The whole thing was entirely out of the ordinary.

The citizens finally caught up with the four runners at the base of a cliff where they found Philistine bludgeoned to death and SirYumYum, cardinal and saranated mysteriously dead with no signs of injury. Puzzled, they sent marrow samples to the lab for immediate analysis. Androids, all of them.

With that, the night killings ended at the settlement of Onan. The days gradually began to resemble regular living. The Awesome Club was ceremonially absorbed into the Order of Mercer, and a monument was built for Caffeine. The tow halves of Snowfox were successfully reunited with minimal wear and tear to either side, though her dancing was never quite the same. Graham’s sugar-preserved corpse was propped up at the convenience store counter and the establishment became a community regulated trading post. With funds from sales of shineythings’s jewelry, a Face and Nympho Memorial Hospital for Paranoids and Sex Addicts was erected with a nearby wall commemorating those lost to the Andy Days.

It appeared to be over, but the townspeople never did sleep the same at night. Nobody was really sure if the replicant had been found or not. Some aberration of programming, an unchecked shipment of cargo from earth—well, these were concerns for the daytime. There wasn’t much that could be done anyhow. After all, in the end, it was all electric.
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TOWNIES WIN.

Damn! What a ride, and finished under 10 days. How nice. For the record folks, there was no intended correlation between jobs and roles. If you guys were paying close attention, you would have noticed that my first posted player list was unalphabetized and lacked any jobs whatsoever. After noticing my mistake, I churned out a quick list of jobs, and for the handles that didn’t inspire any obvious occupation, I picked something practical. All roles were assigned through the help of a randomizer.

I’m pretty sorry that so many of the androids turned out to be quitters and slackers(I’m not talking about those androids who did stay active, you know who you are). I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: the game was balanced from the start, and the mass exodus of a number of key androids was what shoved it to a town win. You can also blame Caffeine’s clever playing for the townie win, though. The Really Charismatic Guy wasn’t nearly as balanced as I hoped it would be because Caffeine lucked out and invited a mutant on the first night. Not my fault! That’s just the way the game ran.

I’d like to apologize again to those who feel that my posts have been intrusive to SE, and also to those who feel that my GMing has been less than good. I do my best. More importantly, however, I’d like to thank everyone who’s been playing this and watching this—you’ve made it all possible! Give yourselves a hand. Really though, thanks for playing. Fun times.

General Summary:

39 players, 13 androids, 1 nexus type, 1 actually a replicant, 1 charismatic guy, 1 nympho, 1 bishop, 3 mutants, 2 protectors, 1 nuclear heart, 5 mercers

bishop – snowfox
charismatic guy – caffeine
androids: dualscimitars, sociology boy, siryumyum, aaroncc, bruceski, v21, ogdredp0ski, cardinal, saranated, sythe, verycleanteeth, owleyes, HoboSpice nexus
nympho: penisinface
mutants: rainbow randolf, kylemcbitch, graham
protectors: RecnaMoruen, NakedTS
nuclear heart: Misanthrope
mercers: badgerbaiter, Alacron, Capnsilver, Kimota, Bob Llama
Regulars:
Aidentas
logistics_wf9
cb361
carrotboi
DefianceFalcon
eightysix
shiney things
evilmarshmallow
itsthatoddguy
endopol
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Context
actually a replicant: Philistine