Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24748329-20170612210656/@comment-26250328-20170907151015

The two-and-a-half ton lethal military android gleefully trotted along the sidewalk, cracking it with each step. After a few minutes of walking through the suspicious and unfriendly neighborhood, it found itself in front of a rather impressive wrought iron gate; behind which stood an even more impresive manor.

It glanced at the blood along the lawn and took attention to the various screams coming from the building... The droid felt disappointment, almost. This was one of those murder-houses where everyone gets stabbed or kidnapped, and not one of those houses where everyone gets slathered into a bloody pulp by a 550 pound artillery cannon that shoots faster than the speed of sound.

The droid took a moment to wonder if the manor owner's insurance would cover a violent rain of solid metal hellfire. Eventually the machine decided that it would simply briskly trot away and subsequently maim some random shady teenagers, rather than take the action of derailing a murder mystery.

A half-hour or so later, brief bursts of heavy, automatic artillery fire can be heard in the distance. The guests of the manor simply assume the volatile amounts of roaring high explosive and the screams of 70-miniature-sonic-booms-a-second outside to just be regular ol' thunder and/or fracking.