Armored Crimbot
| Armored Crimbot | |
|---|---|
| Monster ID | 1862 |
| Locations | The Ruins of the Fully Automated Crimbo Factory |
| Hit Points | ? |
| Attack | ? |
| Defense | unknown |
| Initiative | 0 |
| Meat | None |
| Phylum | construct |
| Elements | None |
| Resistance | ? |
| Monster Parts | motor, sensor, servo |
| Drops | pitted sheet metal |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting an armored CrimbotBack when this robot had the job of patrolling the factory and protecting the facilities and equipment from intruders, its heavy armor plating was very useful. Now that its wheel bearings are breaking down and floor is badly damaged and uneven in most places, that heavy armor mainly serves to keep the robot rooted in one spot while it slowly rusts apart over the next thousand years. Merry Crimbo!
Hit Message(s):
The robot waits for you to get in range of its fist, and its patience finally pays off. Eek! Ooh! Argh!
The robot makes sad groaning noises until you approach it sympathetically, then beeps triumphantly and punches you in the <forehead>. Ow! Jerk robot! Ow! Oof! Ouch!
The robot's fist strikes you as normal. I don't mean that the fist seems normal to you; I mean that the fist, which is meant for striking things, strikes you, as it normally would. Ooh! Ooh! Ugh!
The robot pretends to run out of battery and power down, then clocks you with its metal arm when you approach to loot it. (CRITICAL HIT!) Ow! Ugh! Eek!
The damaged robot angrily waves its fist at you, demanding that you approach to within punching range.
The robot makes sad noises to try and make you pity it, but you know better than to trust a robot.
The robot seems to want to make a rude gesture at you, but its fist does not actually have articulated fingers.
The robot grinds its axles futilely. (FUMBLE!)
 | You acquire an item: pitted sheet metal (% chance)* |
