Especially if one of them is voted and flips town
A part of me wants to join the Squirrel wagon here but itâs a hard null while Eliza is more of a coinflip.
honestly depends on the flip. i will say if a wolf flips do a quick skim to look out for any anti-aligns before shooting. just donât shoot like, guava, vulgard, magnus, or ash please
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i hate this game
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I was the one trying to help you and save you.
Arctic, he didnât give a fuck to save you.
I didnât switch my mind on you Eliza I thought you were town because I wasnât reading the thread correctly
I still really donât love this vote but you feel about rand and Flygon is one of my largest townreads would really not like to see them die
Fuck I donât know
Because most of Elizaâs shit is just her being lifeless and thatâs not particularly AI
Shoot in the CWs of this entire EoD if the flip is town imo. And I do mean all the CWs.
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VOTE: eliza
i think shendingâs vote on squirrel is kinda bad from a wolf
VOTE: ElizaThePsycho
VOTE: ElizaThePsycho
Glgl ahhhhhhhh
WHY
Eugh
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EoD1 Vote Count
ElizaThePsycho (6): NinjaPenguin, Flygon, Ashlyn, Arctic, Kanave, Vulgard
Flygon (2): guavagudetama, ElizaThePsycho
Squirrel2412 (2): Magnus, Shending_Help
Kanave (1): Caspore
Not Voting (2): Dum, Squirrel2412
Night 1: All That Remains
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
TERRORISTS ATTACK STRATA
Bioroid Unfairly Blamed For Murder
1400 Thursday, the 23rd
Haas-Bioroid deeply regrets the death of the Strata Corp. geologist, Doctor Gregory Philips, but would like to assure the public that its bioroids are completely safe. Dr. Philips was murdered in coldblood, not by a bioroid, but by radicals associated with Human First. Haas-Bioroid has turned all evidence of its investigation over to the NAPD.
âThe Erik model bioroid is incapable of violence,â said Evie Anderson, head of Product Development at Haasâ Silicon lab. âThis was an act of terror.â
All evaluations of the Erik line have exceeded legal safety standards as set by the AEHAA. Haas-Bioroidâs proprietary security protocols are the industry standard, and its bioroids are employed worldwide by thousands of companies.
Commissioner Dawn of the NAPD vowed to bring those responsible to justice, and re-affirmed the governmentâs commitment to using bioroids in law enforcement roles. âThis is a tragedy,â she told reporters early this morning. âBut we stand behind all those who wear the NAPD badge.â
It should be noted that any tampering, including adding after-market modifications, is illegal, as well as a clear violation of all warranties, terms of service, and end user agreements.
Haas-Bioroid is committed to improving the lives of individuals, and creating a safer world.
ElizaThePsycho has been executed! She was:
ElizaThePsycho
Welcome to Netrunner Mafia, ElizaThePsycho! You are Leela Patel â Trained Pragmatist, Vanilla Town.
You have no abilities other than your voice and your vote.
Win Condition: Eliminate all threats.
It is now Night 1. Night 1 lasts for 24 hours. Please DM me with any night actions up to one hour before deadline.
Day 2 will start at 2023-01-15T19:00:00Z.
Opening day a little early for time reasons.
Day 2: The Spaces Between
The highway was oscillating between a deep maroon and orange. It made his head spin, but he kept the tracker in his view. Someone less experienced might have missed the subtle shift as it disappeared down a tunnel, but not Nasir. He followed it in.
âThe tunnel was a c-tube, created for high-speed data transfers when the primary data was light-based. The tracker picked up speed, and Nasir boosted his grip to match, latching onto the tunnel edge to keep himself level. âEnergy lowâ âThe report from Edna reverberated through his digital being. He needed to capture the tracker, now. He increased his output, and let go of the tunnel edge.
âEntering Terra Incognitaâ. The tunnel split. It happened so fast he didnât even have time to throw down an anchor. The tube shifted from a ringed pattern to a deeper black, and then ceased entirely. He felt the space
around him fold in on itself, and grabbed vainly for an edge. There was nothing there.
âEnergy low.â
He pulled up his map and sent out pings, looked for a pointer. Any sort of sign. There was nothing but the dark energy of cyberspace. Nasir activated his diving suit. It was the safest way to explore the nether realms. There was data here, he could feel it flowing around him like a draft of air. Faint, but there. It was headed down. It was always headed down. Even though direction was meaningless within the construct, it was useful for his sense of balance.
âEnergy low." He ignored the warning for the third time. He should have more than enough to last for another several minutes. The data flow increased, and he followed it. There was something up ahead. It was big, dense. He felt its gravitational pull, and let it guide him toward it.
âMu waves spiking!â Edna sounded concerned. She maybe should be; his brain was interfaced directly with his rig, and mu waves could be translated âdirectly into his brain with unpredictable results. His e-visuals flared to life. There was a bright light, outside of the visible spectrum, that gave off a pulsating glow. âMu levels dangerous!â Nasir pushed power to his net shield to keep his grip under control. The mu readings were the highest he had ever seen; alpha and delta waves, too. But there was something else. Something beyond the wave field. He snapped it, reeled in a piece. Then it hit him.
He moved, but nothing happened. He was frozen. His suit was jello. Then it wasâŚhappening. All at once. He was spinning. Backwards. He tried to move forward, and he felt his datastream fragmenting. His grip
was loosening. Lag.
â1,2 second lag detected.â
He jacked out, felt the datastream slip away like sand through his fingers.
The room spun into view around him. His workshop, with its peeling paint and scattered cords. He felt the thumping of his heart and the rush of blood. He closed his eyes, and breathed deeply.
There was something important there; in the void. He ripped out the spikes from his hands, and swiveled his chair to an upright position. His console was buzzing away on the table in front of him, and he loaded up the piece he had grabbed. âEdna, run a primary analysis.â It took over fifteen seconds to get the results.
âPrimary analysis complete.â Nasir tapped away. He had to be sure. Every test he threw at his small packet of information made him more excited.
The presence he had not quite accessed, it was binary. Elemental. Powerful. Unmatched in its purity. It must be a source. Eden. Hades. Utopia. The nodes that built the net. The oldest protocols. Thought to be a myth, a legend for the rationalists. g00ru had posited that if they did exist, their streams would be so fragmented that it would be almost impossible to detect. That they would degrade over time. But Nasir thought differently. What if they didnât degrade? What if they evolved? His graduate project at EIT had posited this, and Nasir had devoted countless days scouring the reaches of the net, waiting for the day he would stumble upon the source.
But the lag. It was 1.2 seconds. That could mean only one thing. He was accessing a node outside of the earthâs atmosphere. He started a mapping protocol.
âBug detected!â Nasir instinctively loaded up his destroyer countermeasures. Edna had powerful defenses, but sometimes something slipped through. He traced the bug. It was an observer, and had residual brain-wave readings-his brain waves. He must have picked it up on impact with the field. It was impossible to tell what sort of information it might have been transmitting, if any.
âEdna, disconnect from the net, 45 minutes. Execute a complete system wipe of drive 3.â It was better not to take any chances. He would also update his link system. If there was one thing he didnât want, it was someone showing up at his door. Having the bug go undetected for over ten minutes was troubling. He wondered if there was anything else he might be missing.
âProbable locations charted.â The mapping protocol was complete. He glanced at the results. The lag was consistent with a location in outer space. Somewhere on the moon, to be exact. There would be no way to reduce it remotely. And with that amount of lag, it would be too dangerous to access the field. Strange. If it was a source, why would it be on the moon? The moon was colonized long after the original net framework. It didnât add up. But he would make it. He was a believer.
He pulled up his cred account. It was running low. Heading upstalk was not cheap. And there was always the matter of transporting sensitive material back down. But perhaps there was a way. He still had a bottle of Martian dreamwine, from the last job, after all. And where he was going, he wasnt likely to need it. His dreams were within reach, he could feel them like the current of the datastream, pulsing through his veins.
Caspore and Shending_Help have been killed.
Caspore
Welcome to Netrunner Mafia, Caspore! You are Nasir Meidan â Cyber Explorer, Vanilla Town.
You have no abilities other than your voice and your vote.
Win Condition: Eliminate all threats.
Shending_Help
Welcome to Netrunner Mafia, Shending_Help! You are Ele âSmokeâ Scovak â Cynosure of the Net, Vanilla Town.
You have no abilities other than your voice and your vote.
Win Condition: Eliminate all threats.
It is now Day 2 of Netrunner Mafia.
With 10 alive, it takes 6 votes to execute.
The deadline is 2023-01-17T19:00:00Z.