Log 27

Today I managed to sneak into a secret meeting room of the Skibidi Toilets. We had two camera rovers with us, the other was controlled by my colleague. The little spies transmitted images of the infiltrated base to us. They crept up to a spot on a grid that served as a false floor, from where they could see everything below. Peeking down, they were able to observe a whole host of enemies going about their business and send us the footage. These toilets were busy with their song and their usual movements.

The rovers had just transmitted that they were distracted; this was the signal for a division of our cameramen to break up the enemy gathering. Our group consisted of a Large Speakerman who blasted the gate with a bass wave to gain entry, 2 Cameramen, 2 normal Speakermen and 4 Camcorders.

But suddenly the Skibidis spotted us, grinning and looking up at the platform in question. Welp, they are probably smart enough to know that we would never have been able to find them without spy equipment. Now we were in a severe predicament, a toilet appeared behind my rover and chewed up the little vehicle that had served us so well. One of our buddies flushed it down and saved me that way. He also gave the famous thumbs up.

Log 28

I was on spy duty again today. This time I was allowed to eavesdrop on a plenum with a Croesus from a dark-skinned mafia toilet boss. In this building, which looked much like a factory (perhaps Skibidis are also made in here?), I looked for a jetty that seemed suitable as an observation point.

However, I was careless once and gave myself away with an audible step. At that point, I wished I was no longer in this world! But robots can make mistakes as long as their technology is not 100% sophisticated. But it hardly mattered that they had noticed me. Before things could get really dicey, the red Titan burst the roof and boldly shot into the meeting room. The toilet boss wouldn't stand for it and flew up to his opponent, utilizing his jetpack. However, our friend slapped him, causing him to fall back down and explode on the floor of the factory along with his comrades-in-arms. The Speaker Titan gave me a friendly wave, this time without showing off.

Log 29

This day started quite relaxed. We had a bit of a party. A helicopter box provided plenty of music, Cameramen and Speakermen indulged in the cool floss dance (I'll have to learn that one too!) and a joker of a Large Speakerman sat on the remains of a skibidi beast, completely chilled out. In his hand he held a book with a toilet on it. A manual, perhaps, on how to defeat the various opponents? Our allies are up for any prank.

My gaze fell on a small toilet whose head was shaking and was surrounded by bright blue lightning. Its ability to sing was impaired as a result, so the song was rather fragmentary. The thing looked downright weakened. Then the big robot stood up to put an end to it. He was beheaded before he knew it.

It's easy to imagine the shock that went through all our limbs. There's the loudspeaker box on the gray asphalt, the last sparks of the fading artificial life crackling below! The now headless body fell to the ground with a crash. Our shock turned into an equally motionless panic, as we didn't know where the death had come from. This so-called glitch toilet was by no means broken, it worked brilliantly and was lightning fast. It decapitated every one of the soldiers who had just been enjoying themselves. After the Large Speakerman, it was the turn of a Camcorder, then another Speakerman and finally a Camerawoman. The grand finale was the dismantling of the helicopter box, which resulted in a leaden, oppressive silence.

If you've been following this entry closely, you should have noticed that I've already talked about a new type of robot: the Camerawoman! She is the first and so far the only one of her kind. In appearance, she hardly differs from us Cameramen, except that she wears a black skirt and her legs are encased in plastic to make them look more human. I don't know why she's wearing heels though, there must be a good reason. After all, our builders don't put anything on our bodies for nothing. I suspect that it could have been quite successful in injuring enemies with the spurs if it hadn't been felled before its first use. Poor machine. But I'm sure it will be repaired.

Log 30

Hello there, this is Cameraman_077. I'm continuing the logbook, our colleague had his last party for the time being yesterday. He will be back soon.
I'm not feeling very well either. Everything hurts, I'm almost blind. I'll finish the entry here, then I'll speak to the shift supervisor so that he can release me from duty for the next few days or weeks. Well, I don't really need to do anything other than report how this impairment came about.

All right then.
I was in the routine situation of having to defend myself against various little Skibidists with one of my favorite companions, a Camcorder. We managed to defeat them, but we had been fooled. In the narrow, dark alley, we realized too late that we had been surrounded. So they kidnapped us and took us to one of their hiding spots. Of course, we tried to fight back and made the "transportation" sour enough for them, but it didn't help.

Once inside, they took off the black foil that had covered our lenses so we didn't know where we were and could escape or give away the hiding place. Two of the kidnappers held my friend's hands with a bite; behind me was one who would bite my head off if I tried to run away. One of our opponents came out of a sliding door, wearing glasses and looking like a professor or some other kind of scientist. He had a gripping arm with which he held my buddy's "head" while he produced a disgusting, spider-legged parasite from his mouth, which crawled halfway under the head from behind and connected the long, pointed "tongue" to the wires and circuits of my comrade. A despicable process!

This severed certain connections and my friend was infected. Blue flashes surrounded his camera. Then they released him and looked over at me, grinning dangerously. A distorted and intermittent skibidi sound could be heard.
So this is what we've been brought here for. The Skibidi professor wanted to try out his new weapon and needed test subjects.

The reversed Camcorder slowly approached me, raised a hand and hit my head twice, breaking my lens.
There were strange noises that we Cameramen often make, but quieter and in better situations. Normally they are calming and relaxing, subtle machine noises.
After that, I went black in front of my cracked camera lens. I also can't tell who freed me and brought me back to headquarters. Total film break. I hope the Camcorder is okay.
Over.

Log 31

As I'm still pretty down, I'm allowed to do a pure chronicler's job for a change. My memory is slowly coming back to me. The two of us weren't the only ones to be kidnapped. As far as I know now, there were at least two other dead Cameramen in the room where the infection took place. They must have put up too much resistance and were cleared out of the way immediately.

I was given a now empty apartment in the city center for my observations. It's nice that they thought of the oil too. The curtains are drawn tightly so that no one can see me. I look out cautiously and see a Large Cameraman kicking 2 Skibidis into their toilets to get himself a pair of clunky shoes. I have no idea what he's up to with these kicks; maybe he's just particularly belligerent today.

Next to him two normal Cameramen. I interpret their body language as follows:
One of them is holding out his hands as if in agreement. Like "Look everyone, this is how it's done!" And the other nods, arms crossed in front of his chest. That probably means something like "Yeah, yeah, great." I'd go along with the second one because I don't see any real point in the action. Unless it's for fun, we all desperately need cheering up.

Unfortunately, the next events are absolutely not suitable for this. A very large toilet pulls up. In a swanky, macho manner, it rams aside all "obstacles", i.e. all objects and living creatures in its path. And always the creepy grin and the very impressively chanted Skibidi song. Aha, it turns to the side and stops. My infected buddy jumps off its cistern, it has transported him..

I turn my camera a little to the left and have to watch as another infected Camcorder rips the head off the one I just mentioned! The Cameramen standing near him are understandably horrified. I can see the parasite in his neck. Around a street corner, not far away, a small enemy army detachment approaches, mixed with infected Hardware Heads, the latter already frighteningly numerous. So the Professor's "brainwashing" is pretty far advanced.

I take a can of oil and pour it down my neckline. I need the refreshment now..
Another look outside. One Cameraman is being jumped on by a colleague with a broken lens. That's enough misery for today. Okay, peace out.

... I can't take any more of this. How are we supposed to protect humans now?