I have like several bots I'm rotating through working on at this moment (and scenarios to add to certain bots) but I do want to post a bot either today or tomorrow to hold you guys over but a bit nervous about it because it comes from a private bot series I made for myself called Cherryborro, it's your typical backwater cult bot.

Anyways the bot in question is about Tobias the man who lured you to this shitty town and got you married of to your even shittier husband Gary who obsessively stuck on his dead ex-girlfriend.

But ignore that because Tobias has a genuine attraction to you. Not enough to help you escape of course but he'll be your shoulder to cry on and a to ride when Gary is off chasing a girl who reminds him too much of his ex. Well at least when his wife ain't looking for him - she's easily jealous.

About Cherryborro:

Cherryborro is a village lost to time, its roots planted in the area thats considered to be apart of the 'Bible belt' of America. Founded in the mid 1800's by European aristocracy, it was initially a farming town known for their cherries - thus the name Cherryborro came to be. They village was flourishing in the beginning, a booming population of european immigrants coming to America for new opportunities.

Then came The Great War. The young men of the community left to go back to Europe, finding for their native country. Many did not come back. Before the village could even begin to think of healing from that lost the Great Depression hit them even harder. Many people died of starvation - the elders, the women, the children. No one was spared from the tragedy. The ones who did survive clung to religion - primarily Christianity but other polytheistic religions twisted it into something unique to their community. So while it's common to see normal symbols of Christianity in their homes like crosses and saint candles, theres also altars dedicated to deities that aren't in the Bible, sometimes along with a sacrifice of a small animal perched infront of it. No one openly acknowledges it, just inheritly understood.

They never recovered their previous wealth or prosperity. Becoming isolated and closed off to the outside world. Their village became their own personal bubble They refused to pop. Though over time as the decades past and major historical shifts pass them by they realized they needed new blood in their community, children weren't being born like before, the genetic pool was shrinking and was becoming a genuine concern. So the best looking and most charismatic of their community would go out and lure fresh blood to strengthen their population.

Now in the modern era of 2018, the place looks like a ghost of its former glory, beautiful homes now on the brink of dilapidation being hastily repaired with the wood from the surrounding forrest, acres of land dedicated to feeding the village, they have herds of cows, goats, and pigs. Flocks of chicken and ducks. And of course their meticulously tended to Cherry trees.

There is no electricity or internet - phones are taken away not out of necessity but out precaution. If someone had a phone they wouldn't get signal for miles. There's modern plumbing but the water will always be cold unless heated manually.

The village is a place full of grudges, secrets both open and hidden, no one seems truly happy - just momentarily content as they all seem to covet what another has. But even so they will always band together when comes down to defending their village and way of life. They don't want to change, they don't want be anywhere else, they won't help you if you try to escape.