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So€¦ It seems that fool Danny is trying to use my power to bring triumph to himself again.
Pfft, very well, let€™s take a look at this contract.
Wait, what? Big Brother? What the me is this? Like me am I going to sit around in a big house all day with a group of insidid robots. I am Sithis! Sithis, the void! Sithis, the Evil from which all evil is born! Sithis, he who is described in metaphors by black-cloaked assassins who suffer a brutal death later on in the plotline! Big Brother? There is no Bigger Brother than me! I am Sithis! The Dread father of all that is loathsome! Foul heretic! Repent, now, and I may see fit to leave you alive when my armies of darkness wipe the stain of humanity of the face of the earth! I! AM! SITHIS!
€¦. Wait, HOW much prize money?
Ok, I€™m in. When will you let me know I€™ve passed?
Other auditions when I decide who the hell else Im entering
Right, how do I accomplish this...be calm, be myself, but dont look too arrogant. Is the camera on? Yes? Oh, balls. Aaanywayyyy...Im Interceptor, I have a flipper, side spikes, and a disc, and to make rom for all of this I was created with *taps armour* a thin exoskeleton with carbon fiber panels. Basically, I was born weak, and Ive had to suffer throughout my childhood...crushers holding me over the fence at breaktime, being called Pretty Boy!, lunch money going missing, that sort of thing. But Ive risen above it, Ive had confidence in myself and Ive learned to turn my weapons on anyone who tries to talk me down.
And Ive done that. Quite a bit. Admittedly, if I had a better drive Id be able to actually hit them with the weapons...still, I think Im quite interesting, I can hold a conversation for a while and I know how to do strange things with compressed gas, so yes, I think Id be a good housemate.
(if this is over 200 words, just ignore anything past the 200 mark, as I honestly cant be bothered to check)
Containment Area: Scrapped due to me not having any good ideas as to what a robot called Containmnet Area should be like.
I. am. Weapon ZED. I don€™t even know what my weapon is really. But it€™s better than yours. My armour? Whatever yours is but twice as thick and reinforced! No one cares what I actually am just because I have an awesome name. You have to say it in a certain way though, not like €˜oh Hi Weapon ZED! Jolly nice day today€™, no, it has to be said, gruff and gnarled (spoken as if you are speaking with a voice box mnade of sandpaper) and under your breath like you don€™t dare say it too loud in case I rip your insides out and use them to garnish a cake. A death cake! I am also generally just better than you, stronger, faster, and generally more deadly. I also have spikes. Lots of spikes. Because the yare awesome, and they are all designed so they come off in your wounds and mess up your insides. Then they explode! (note last comment is not actually true) My hobbies include, bashing, slashing, gashing, smashing, trashing, lashing and anything else which is tough and rhymes with ashing.
LETHAL EXECUTION.
Hi. So, we filming now? Good. Right, so my name is Lethal Execution, and, not to be to cocky, Im the perfect housemate. Ya see, not only am I a Black Bolt in Tae-Kwon-Bot, not that i like to dwell on it, yknow, I mean, Im not trying to make you feel inferior, but I could kill you in a few seconds. Anyway, like I said, Im really well trained. So, the challenges are gonna be easy. Secondly, I have real good social skills. Im going to get on great with all the other housemates. Thirdly, lets be honest here, all the chicks out there are gonna love me. I mean, just look at my well-built chassis. I guarantee your viewers will go up momentously amongst young females.
I am Archangel of the Abyss III, or €˜The Dread Lord Archangel€™ to my friends. You may call me €˜The Most Exalted Scourge of the Nine Hells€™. I inherited my position from my €˜father, and he from his right back to the original Angel of the Abyss. He was quite forward thinking for his time but a bit mild by modern standards. I am a noble walker - where most were gifted with tiny stumpy wheels I have glorious perfectly balanced legs due to months of training at my private school (read garage). I use my family weapons, two rings of great power: the lighter blades for knowing aside peasants, the other heavier for smiting those who oppose my insurmountable might. Now do be a good peon and get out my sight. And fetch me some expensive oil on the way out.
I am the Vision, a robot programmed by non other than the metal monstrosity called Ultron in order to lure Ultron€™s creator, Hank Pym, and his teammates The Avengers into a deathtrap. My body is patterned after the 40s Human Torch€™ android (yeah, a 1940s android, I€™m that low tech) body and my brain patterns after the late (well, he was death then, he just got better) Wonder Man.
However, during my mission I was moved by The Avengers€™ plight and betrayed my programming and helped The Avengers to defeat Ultron.
I served with The Avengers for a number of years and even married the hex-casting heroine called the Scarlet Witch (never understood that one, I€™m a freaking robot for Pete€™s sake).
After a small miscalculation from my side, the U.S. government got pooped off and they decided to rob me from my human side. Suffice to say this didn€™t exactly help my marriage. Little did I suspect that few years later my then ex-wife would go mad and kill me with her reality altering powers she never had in the first place.
Yeah, I€™m dead, so what?
My powers include complete control over my density and infrared/microwave beams from my forehead.
Radioactive: Hey, can I talk now? Right? Okay, yeah. My names Radioactive...as you can see, Im not your average robot, Im more of a lightweight than a heavyweight. You might be asking whay I want to do this; well, not to sound too formal or anything, I want to raise awareness of lightweights in the Big Brother house - I want to dispel a lot of the myths and show that we can take anything they can. I might not have any obvious weaponry, but Ive got *knocks on front* thick Titanium armour, with a 2014 chassis, light but strong, and with plywood under that - take that, heavy boys!
And you know what else? *green light briefly shines from robot, accompanied by humming* I can do that. You want to find out what that actually is?
Well, then pick me. Cause, yknow, otherwise Ill never show you. *laughs*
Last Minute Entry: (that literally is the name of the robot) Uh, hi. Im a robot. Well, actually Im a modified Reliant Robin that works under remote control, so the term robot might be...
ENTRANT 1: Hello everyone. Well, how else was I meant to advertise myself? Shove off? I am ORKA MK4, the team captain of Team Dinowarrior. As team captain, Ive been able to show my skills many a time, so I think Ill make a good house-mate. I mean, anyone who can control such a band of unruly housemates has got to be something. Ive got 6-wheel drive, a lifting scoop, a little claw and a piston ram. And Im black and white. Go figure.
ENTRANT 2: GDay, mates! LEPROSY INFECTION is the name. Yes, I have an Australian accent. Anyway, you probably know me as Mr destructive, Mr underated, Mr lets-gang-up-on-him. Well, I wanted to be like that here, but that Mason fellow insisted that, instead of my drum, I wear my T-Plough instead. Still, I dont intend to let the adjustment of my main weapon get me down. So, if you dont like bright lime green...I suggest you put up with it, or shove off, or Ill rip you limb from limb...once I get my drum back on.
ENTRANT 3: Hey there, this is Y4 speaking. You know, I really shouldnt be doing this. I am, after all, modelled on a Battlebot champion, the only robot ever to beat the legendary Hazard. And yet, Im never used for battle these days. Im used for silly little random tournaments like this. I guess I shouldnt be too unhappy. I mean, it gives Team Dinowarrior a lot of publicity. Anyway, Im everything T-Minus is...a powerful flipper, two wheeled, invertible. Just pick me and make me happy.
ENTRANT 4: Hey everybody, Im CRASH BANDI-BOT 3 and welcome to my world. One full of wumpa fruit and pancakes. Im an eraser shaped robot, with a flipper and a spike, and I have plenty of attitude. Fun attitude, of course. Im a fun loving fellow, and I love nothing more than goofing off whilst everyone else on Team Dinowarrior is trying to look professional. Pick me, and Ill guarantee you a laugh a minute.
ENTRANT 5: Good afternoon, my dear Sir. My name is Sir Robert Oliver Benjamin the 3rd, but you can call me SPRING-BOK! Thats Spring-BOK! with a capital B, O and K. And dont forget the exclaimation mark. Anyway, you know me as the comedy robot of Team Dinowarrior, always being set fire to. My friends say Im posh. I think Im somewhere mid-way between the line. I mean, Im covered in orange fur and I like playing football. It doesnt matter what you think of me as, just enjoy my company. If you need comforting, Ill let you hug me. Just turn off your blade.
ENTRANT 6: Chris wants KARAUSHER to represent Team Dinowarrior in Big Brother! Karausher brand new robot! Karausher has large smashing arm and independant forklifts. You pronounce Karaushers name as in Karate and Crusher. Big Brother! Pick Karausher, or Big Brother get BASHED!!
ENTRANT 7: Who am I? Im...not too sure myself. They call me SHADOW. They say I am basically the Growler remote controlled toy painted black and with extra additions...thicker armour to make me a heavyweight. I dont know myself. All I know...is that Im the ultimate robot. I WILL win Big Brother, and I WILL find out exactly why I was made. I WILL discover my destiny.
ENTRANT 8: Hi! I wanted to....Down Here!! Im only little. Im WRANGULATOR, the featherweight of Team Dinowarrior. Im sort of like Eye Of Newt from Series 3s pinball tournament, but deadlier. I think Id make a great housemate, because Im playful and I have plenty of heart, despite my size. Remember, size doesnt matter...I may be small, but Im tough nonetheless.
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