Week Two
Saturday 19th Jan 2013
Kaizoku Reports - Walking back from Mukky Duck at about 3:30am, my target calls me over. I have had many chances to kill him over the course of the week but my conscience had told me no. However tonight wasn't like the other nights, tonight I was completely pissed. I walk over to him brandishing my Nerf pistol in my right hand. I raised it up to head height, pulled the trigger and spoke two words, "Sorry mate." You may think that I was apologising because we were friends, you would be wrong. It was because I nearly shot him in the eye.
Mare Do Wel (Stephen Moore) - Whilst walking home drunk on Friday night I called out to my friend (Kaizoku) and hugged him as he approached. As I pulled away he pulled out a single shot pistol, muttered something and fired directly at me.
He left me laying there bleeding out in the snow to die. I was mistaken to have been to trusting, a mistake I will not repeat in the future.
He left me laying there bleeding out in the snow to die. I was mistaken to have been to trusting, a mistake I will not repeat in the future.
Umpires Notes - I'm awarding 200 Kudos for the nerf kill, but subtracting 50 Kudos for the potentially dangerous behaviours. I obviously understand it was an accident, hence why you have not been added to the wanted list.
Practice your aim before you attack your next target ;p
Practice your aim before you attack your next target ;p
thecatsgonads Reports - As my flat had held a kitchen party, my writ came into our kitchen. I saw him there and i ran back to my room to find my 'gun'. I found it then proceeded to go assassinate him. I pointed the gun towards his head and shout 'bang' 4 times. Thinking i had won i threw my arms up in the air only to be brought back down to earth when a civilian commented on a huge flaw in my plan. I had forgotten to label my gun. My writ then withdrew a 'knife' and stabbed me repeatedly. I then retreated to my room where i died in a pool of my own blood.
*Waiting for a report from the Dark Knight*
Umpires notes - Normally I would allow gun kills from items such as water pistols, nerf guns and general toy guns, and have been doing so so far in the game. The reason why the rules say that ALL weapons must be labelled is to save confusion or arguments, it is better to be safe than sorry. Obviously a home made gun (e.g. cardboard) would have to be labelled.
If the gun would otherwise have counted and you (the assassin and the victim) want to discuss the situation I don't mind giving you the following options : -
1 ) You can keep things as you have descried. The gun didn't count, and therefore you are dead and 'The Dark Knight' gets a point.
2 ) Since it is a close call where one of you would be dead I don't mind disallowing the whole thing and letting you both live, but no points would be earned for the kill.
For now I will count the kill and successful unless I am contacted. I am also awarding Thecatsgonads 50 Kudos for a nice try, and The Dark Knight 100 Kudos for the kill, and 50 Kudos for being quick on his feat to retaliate.
*edit* ok, it has been a day, I am assuming you want things to be kept as they are *edit*
If the gun would otherwise have counted and you (the assassin and the victim) want to discuss the situation I don't mind giving you the following options : -
1 ) You can keep things as you have descried. The gun didn't count, and therefore you are dead and 'The Dark Knight' gets a point.
2 ) Since it is a close call where one of you would be dead I don't mind disallowing the whole thing and letting you both live, but no points would be earned for the kill.
For now I will count the kill and successful unless I am contacted. I am also awarding Thecatsgonads 50 Kudos for a nice try, and The Dark Knight 100 Kudos for the kill, and 50 Kudos for being quick on his feat to retaliate.
*edit* ok, it has been a day, I am assuming you want things to be kept as they are *edit*
King Arthur reports - I had infiltrated his flat by gaining trust from his room mate allowing me access into his flat. As night approached i walked to his flat and hiding in his room mates bathroom. As he was lured into the room with no clue what was going on, i had charged out of the toilet pointed my banana gun at his face looking him straight in the eye and shooting him, and there for accomplishing my writ.
*Waiting for a report from NHJB*
God Reports - my Target, Tim Ogunmakin, Wanted for cowardice, left his room, opposite mine unwary of his fate. i stabbed him in the back with my cardboard knife as i said "by the way... you're on the wanted list". mere moments later the police officer Nick Dempsey showed up to find her target already dead. However by the time i posed no threat and was in my safe haven.
Arbaaz reports - Still sour about what happened on that fateful day of my Asda delivery and my new occupation as an officer, fighting against those I once shadowed my identity alongside I spent some time on the Bureau's website and found myself scanning the wanted list to see if there were any names I recognized. I went outside for a cigarette only to find that my lighter wasn't working. Disappointing. I turned to head in before recalling a certain name that stood out. It was then that I started to devise my plan. I went to my targets flat and buzzed the door with a genuine intention, I needed to borrow a lighter and it just so happens, my target smokes too. I was buzzed into the flat and went upstairs only to be invited in. I knocked on my targets door and he opened it, unaware of my other motivation for my visit. After being invited into the room where my target searched for his lighter I stepped in and said "You're on the wanted list. Police." and shot. Not once did I notice his wounds, after stepping out I was informed by another retched Assassin that my target had been disposed of just moments before my own attack. My chance to redeem myself, wasted. Shamed once again, I returned to my flat to write my report.
*Waiting for a report from the Dark Knight*
Sunday 20th Jan 2013
M Reports - Dressed in the Batsuit whilst at the house of a close friend, I became suddenly aware of a situation, one of my writs, Matt Thomas, had entered the room, with no idea that I was targeting him. Feeling in a suddenly elevated state, I struggled to decide what to do; Would Batman really kill? could it be justified? I knew I had to do it, but I knew not if I could face up to what I would have done. After all, I only had one rule, and that's the rule I was going to have to break. As I began to run out of time, I started to desperately beg my conscience for an answer, and in the end, my actions were not something I had thought through. Mr. Thomas started to collect his things to leave, and in a moment of trepidation and confusion, I pulled the gun from my belt and shot a bullet through his chest, Killing him instantly. At the very least, I gave him a quick death.
A second problem arose, when another person in the room leapt to the desk and pulled out a knife, and tried to thrust it at me. I had to defend myself, and still slightly adrenaline pumped from my previous kill I turned and shot him without hesitation. This time the shot wasn't so accurate. After falling to the floor, my victim, whose name I now know to be Daniel Snowe, spoke softly but harshly "you were meant to be the saviour of Stafford, look at you now, nothing more than a common murderer" intermittently coughing up blood as his life force faded. I have never felt such guilt and shame in my life, I may have to reassess my commitment to justice.
After running a check on the man, I do not believe him to be an assassin, though his actions convinced me otherwise at the time. What I did, I did in self defence, but truly, all I did was prove some people right, that Batman is not the symbol which Stafford needs him to be. If Mr. Snowe was an assassin, then I feel my actions slightly more justified, but if not, I have no further excuses; it was a moment of irrational thought and gut instinct that I may yet live to regret. He was probably just poor, hungry and in need of some money or food, which drove him to such ends, it didn't have to end like this, and I'm sorry it did.
I hope that in time, the world can come to forgive me...
-M-
A second problem arose, when another person in the room leapt to the desk and pulled out a knife, and tried to thrust it at me. I had to defend myself, and still slightly adrenaline pumped from my previous kill I turned and shot him without hesitation. This time the shot wasn't so accurate. After falling to the floor, my victim, whose name I now know to be Daniel Snowe, spoke softly but harshly "you were meant to be the saviour of Stafford, look at you now, nothing more than a common murderer" intermittently coughing up blood as his life force faded. I have never felt such guilt and shame in my life, I may have to reassess my commitment to justice.
After running a check on the man, I do not believe him to be an assassin, though his actions convinced me otherwise at the time. What I did, I did in self defence, but truly, all I did was prove some people right, that Batman is not the symbol which Stafford needs him to be. If Mr. Snowe was an assassin, then I feel my actions slightly more justified, but if not, I have no further excuses; it was a moment of irrational thought and gut instinct that I may yet live to regret. He was probably just poor, hungry and in need of some money or food, which drove him to such ends, it didn't have to end like this, and I'm sorry it did.
I hope that in time, the world can come to forgive me...
-M-
YSB (Matt Thomas) Reports - In hindsight, I should have known that it was inevitable.
After witnessing her willingness to simply betray my flatmate for nothing in return, I knew she could not be trusted. Quickly fleeing to escape any attempts on my own life, I hid within ear-shot, only to hear a sentence that haunted me till the very end.
"I know someone who has Matt on their list"
No. It wasn't true. I refused to believe it. She was toying with me. Maybe she thought I'd trust her to find out the information vital to my survival, only for her to stab me in the back as soon as she could? She didn't hesitate doing it to others, why should I have been different.
My next mistake, was attempting to forget. I had my own targets to look out for and soon I would be on the wanted list if I didn't act quickly. In a drunken state during the most recent Duck of Muck, I had various people tell me of seeing my planned kill within the vicinity, but my constant searching proved futile. In the end I settled for discussing the morality involved in killing our writs with Batman, who had decided to pay Stafford a visit since leaving Gotham City.
Relieved that I had simply survived the night, I decided to pay a visit to my friend, hoping to make amends due to my mistrust of her previously. Oh what a fool I was. An incredibly handsome and charming fool, but a fool none the less.
Knocking on her door with the company of a trusted friend, I discovered that she was currently in a conversation with Bruce Wayne, who I guess had also decided to pay a visit from Gotham City. I wonder if he had seen Batman the previous night? Anyway, I digress. I sat next to Bruce on the bed as I was informed that I had in fact, just been placed onto the Wanted list. But I wasn't worried, after all, I was wearing a silly Pink Batman mask to cover my face up, no one would have recognised me anyway.
The shot from the gun rang throughout Stafford Halls.
The entire world seemed to pause and lose colour I looked around the room, almost as if I'd been transported into a silent movie. I saw the shocked expression of one friend and the guilty look of another. Yet it was the third expression that struck me the most. Bruce Wayne was looking me in the eyes, pistol in hand.
I looked down towards my chest, and as soon as I did, the world seemed to click back into place, deciding to start with me slumping back into the wall. My hearing still hadn't returned, as I saw my trusted friend lunge towards Bruce, blinded by a desire for vengeance. Sadly Bruce was too fast, and quickly fired another shot directly into him, sealing him to the same fate as me. That was my only regret. He was but an innocent bystander, having no idea what he had let himself into simply by entering a friends room.
As my final breaths were drawing near, I looked up to my other friend. No words were needed. She knew what was going to happen if I entered that room, that one of us would not be leaving there alive. It was there and then she had to decide what her actions were going to be and who's side she was going to be on.
It wasn't mine.
After witnessing her willingness to simply betray my flatmate for nothing in return, I knew she could not be trusted. Quickly fleeing to escape any attempts on my own life, I hid within ear-shot, only to hear a sentence that haunted me till the very end.
"I know someone who has Matt on their list"
No. It wasn't true. I refused to believe it. She was toying with me. Maybe she thought I'd trust her to find out the information vital to my survival, only for her to stab me in the back as soon as she could? She didn't hesitate doing it to others, why should I have been different.
My next mistake, was attempting to forget. I had my own targets to look out for and soon I would be on the wanted list if I didn't act quickly. In a drunken state during the most recent Duck of Muck, I had various people tell me of seeing my planned kill within the vicinity, but my constant searching proved futile. In the end I settled for discussing the morality involved in killing our writs with Batman, who had decided to pay Stafford a visit since leaving Gotham City.
Relieved that I had simply survived the night, I decided to pay a visit to my friend, hoping to make amends due to my mistrust of her previously. Oh what a fool I was. An incredibly handsome and charming fool, but a fool none the less.
Knocking on her door with the company of a trusted friend, I discovered that she was currently in a conversation with Bruce Wayne, who I guess had also decided to pay a visit from Gotham City. I wonder if he had seen Batman the previous night? Anyway, I digress. I sat next to Bruce on the bed as I was informed that I had in fact, just been placed onto the Wanted list. But I wasn't worried, after all, I was wearing a silly Pink Batman mask to cover my face up, no one would have recognised me anyway.
The shot from the gun rang throughout Stafford Halls.
The entire world seemed to pause and lose colour I looked around the room, almost as if I'd been transported into a silent movie. I saw the shocked expression of one friend and the guilty look of another. Yet it was the third expression that struck me the most. Bruce Wayne was looking me in the eyes, pistol in hand.
I looked down towards my chest, and as soon as I did, the world seemed to click back into place, deciding to start with me slumping back into the wall. My hearing still hadn't returned, as I saw my trusted friend lunge towards Bruce, blinded by a desire for vengeance. Sadly Bruce was too fast, and quickly fired another shot directly into him, sealing him to the same fate as me. That was my only regret. He was but an innocent bystander, having no idea what he had let himself into simply by entering a friends room.
As my final breaths were drawing near, I looked up to my other friend. No words were needed. She knew what was going to happen if I entered that room, that one of us would not be leaving there alive. It was there and then she had to decide what her actions were going to be and who's side she was going to be on.
It wasn't mine.
Umpires Notes - In this game a new sets of rules allowing civilians to attack assassins has been introduces (as a trial) in order to prevent assassins from loitering outside their houses and generally being a pain in the butt to people not playing the game. These rules in general allow civilians to protect their property, but not specific assassins (e.g. they can't attack your friends who come round, but they can attack random douche bags prating about outside your house).
If you kill a civilian in self defence, it still counts as self defence meaning you will not be penalised, but you also won't score a kill for it. If a civilian manages to kill an assassin the outcome will be up to the Umpire, the player might just be penalised rather than killed off.
For the basic knife kill I am awarding 100 Kudos, for the detail description and accompanying picture I am awarding an extra 50 Kudos, and for the quick thinking to defend yourself from a surprise I am awarding another 50 Kudos.
For the detailed reports by YSB I am awarding 50 Kudos.
If you kill a civilian in self defence, it still counts as self defence meaning you will not be penalised, but you also won't score a kill for it. If a civilian manages to kill an assassin the outcome will be up to the Umpire, the player might just be penalised rather than killed off.
For the basic knife kill I am awarding 100 Kudos, for the detail description and accompanying picture I am awarding an extra 50 Kudos, and for the quick thinking to defend yourself from a surprise I am awarding another 50 Kudos.
For the detailed reports by YSB I am awarding 50 Kudos.
Nonchalant Nigel Reports - As I drank in my local tavern with my trusted friends, I decided to check the wanted list to discover the identities of my potential victims. To my surprise, a target sat right next to me. I played it cool, knowing my chance would come. My Victim begins to gamble on pub games. As he loses the last of his money, I place my hand on his shoulder under the guise of condolence. I preceded to draw my blade and say softly "Sorry Bill..." and stab him in the throat.
Dr Dickhead Reports - After a long day at the surgery I found myself at the local alehouse, relaxing with a fine pint. The good doctor had been busy with his rounds recently and had little time for slaying those that the umpire saw fit, so I had found myself on that most heinous of all lists, the wanted list. Whilst my back was turned I heard the voice of my killer rise up from the bar as he aplogised for having to do this to a medical professional and thoroughly lovely chap, but before I could react his cold steel found my throat. I struggled to patch myself up, but having a professional career which solely consisted of sowing floppy dongs onto my patients had left me incapable, so I just died instead.
Umpires Notes - 100 Kudos for the kill, 100 Kudos for the photo after.
Just so people know, this photo was posed afterwards. Pulling someone's head back when they aren't expecting it would be slightly too physical for this game.
Just so people know, this photo was posed afterwards. Pulling someone's head back when they aren't expecting it would be slightly too physical for this game.
Monday 21st Jan
PoisonTrickle - The sun was at it's peak in the sky, but i could still sense a presence around me, an aura that something was off, when i saw him - my writ, Matt smith, who's name was now defamed due to his shame at the battle of inactivity, across the glazed over stafford court. He was accompanied, by the Civilian i had taken out only days before due to my sub-par aiming. He must have been resurrected by some Dark magic, but nonetheless i digress, he noticed me, and shuffled quietly to the exit. i turned my back on him to show i meant no harm....Yet. As soon as he had turned the corner, i quickened my pace to cross him later in the path, but i had not thought about how much he had slowed down after rounding the court exit, so i made my move. I had Doubletap (my signature gun) with me, but would i take out the reanimated corpse Daniel snowe again? I chose to let my weapon Flimsy - my "pen-reinforced-Knife" - do the deed. I walked up to my target, who was facing away from me, Rounded his shoulder, and jabbed him in the side with the knife. A blood curdling scream echoed around me , as my target looked at me stunned. "Sorry". i proclaimed. As i shifted my body and allowed him to fall delicately to the floor, he looked up at me, somewhat at peace as i slowly placed my weapon away allowing him to see what i had stabbed him with. He smiled, proclaiming "well that was a short game", and raised his hand to shake mine, shortly before his body became limp. I closed his eyes and walked away as Daniel and Catt loaded him onto their arms and carried him to his lecture- though i am not sure how he would have learned anything from the lecture, being dead and all, i assumed it was his last wish, and an assassin should let bygones be bygones. It is not hate i felt for the target, just pity, Who would hire me to kill someone who seemed so happy in life, and graceful in death. But i am not one to question the umpire , i am just doing my job. Atleast that's what i say when i cannot sleep at night.
Umpires Notes - 100 Kudos for the kill, 50 Kudos for the well written report.
Poison Trickle (Ryan Hodson) Reports - It was a long day of being an assassin, and i accompanied by my flatmate latir were heading back, whilst loitering a bit looking for my writ, curtis whom i had seen going into the hall 1 hour prior. I noticed some suspicious activity behind me, so i gripped my gun as we were walking. Every time i looked back, the elusive Mike Litoris looked away . i knew it, he's my assasin. as i quickened pace, so did he, latir turns to me and says, "You're acting like you're about to get assassinated..." "i wonder why..... i replied, knowing there would be a scuffle, i gripped doubletap in my hand and thats when i heard it, the sound of dashing and screaming of "noddy" . i ran away, and in haste Mike Litoris slashed my bag at the bottom. "Phew, i'm safe i thought" , but when i asked him what he had supposedly killed me with he withdrew the biggest bloody knife i had ever seen. I think it's safe to say even though he hit my bag, the blade may have gone through my bag and killed me due to the size, so i figured i should report it, in the hope that there is some rule that could save me. This was around 5 minutes after a frisbee practice, that dude must have some stamina!
Sum Yung Ho Reports - I was leisurely walking back to my room from a successful frisbee training comfortable with the 10 minute safety of a scheduled training session. Suddenly i heard a girly scream from behind! The assassin was charging at their victim wielding a knife. The victim was stabbed in the back and left to bleed. I moved the corpse out of the way of passersby. It was the least i could do.
Mike Litoris Reports - i had just finished my monday training, i began my walk to the bus stop. then i saw the sign.... a simple trilbe, the hat of my target....
i began to follow, carefully, everytime my target (ryan 'noddy' hodson) looked back at me, i would hide my face, either looking elsewhere or in my hand....
i got closer
and closer
and closer
...
i drew my trusty blade... The Butcher v2.0
i began to jog, then run...
i yelled "noddy" just to be sure of the identity of my target, he began to flee, however i was now too close...
with one quick swipe, he was dead, a meer corpse on the floor...
with his last breath he asked: "what did you kill me with?" to which i s
howed him the butcher....
it was the last thing he saw...
rest in peace dear soul, heaven has one more angel to hold...
i began to follow, carefully, everytime my target (ryan 'noddy' hodson) looked back at me, i would hide my face, either looking elsewhere or in my hand....
i got closer
and closer
and closer
...
i drew my trusty blade... The Butcher v2.0
i began to jog, then run...
i yelled "noddy" just to be sure of the identity of my target, he began to flee, however i was now too close...
with one quick swipe, he was dead, a meer corpse on the floor...
with his last breath he asked: "what did you kill me with?" to which i s
howed him the butcher....
it was the last thing he saw...
rest in peace dear soul, heaven has one more angel to hold...
Sum Yung Ho Reports - I had invited the victim to join me at the SU for food and a few games of pool. I arrived at my victims door and was allowed entry into his room. He turned his back so i sneakily drew my pistol. He turned to face me once again. BANG! a direct hit to the heart creating a fountain of blood. I left blood soaked and washed quickly. This was the demise of a Mr Aaron Austin-Lacy.
The Unfallen (Aaron (Azzah) Austin-Lacy) Reports - My good friend, name, and I had just attended the Flying Aces' Ultimate Frisbee training, when he enquired whether I'd like to go to the SU later to play some pool. Naturally I instantly said yes, because he is fabulous.
However as I walked outside of the Sports Hall (I am still safe within 10 minutes of leaving I think), suspicions started to plant seeds in my mind. But why all of a sudden? Why did he only ask me? Why later, why not now?
So I tried to think of a response of how to get out of this commitment. I said I was going to the gym, but I wasn't going to.
Later I did indeed decide to go to the SU, and so I texted him asking him to go outside and I'd meet him outside. My friend was in my room curiously browsing /r/gonewild, so our departure was delayed. And so, Sum Yung Ho came up to my flat and knocked on the door, where all my suspicions had fled my consciousness in the short time we had been on /r/gonewild.
He entered the flat, entered my room, and whilst my eyes gazed upon a glorious .gif of bouncing breasts, I took a nerf bullet straight to the chest from point blank range. Much anger followed, however it was my lack of awareness that led to The Unfallen's fall.
However as I walked outside of the Sports Hall (I am still safe within 10 minutes of leaving I think), suspicions started to plant seeds in my mind. But why all of a sudden? Why did he only ask me? Why later, why not now?
So I tried to think of a response of how to get out of this commitment. I said I was going to the gym, but I wasn't going to.
Later I did indeed decide to go to the SU, and so I texted him asking him to go outside and I'd meet him outside. My friend was in my room curiously browsing /r/gonewild, so our departure was delayed. And so, Sum Yung Ho came up to my flat and knocked on the door, where all my suspicions had fled my consciousness in the short time we had been on /r/gonewild.
He entered the flat, entered my room, and whilst my eyes gazed upon a glorious .gif of bouncing breasts, I took a nerf bullet straight to the chest from point blank range. Much anger followed, however it was my lack of awareness that led to The Unfallen's fall.
Tuesday 22nd Jan 2013
Sum Yung Ho Reports - We began a journey together along the icy path towards Stafford town. I was hungry for blood. My next victim let down their guard as they lit their last cigarette. I drew my trusty pistol which has served me so well so far and fired. Direct hit to the back of the heart and through the lungs. I collected a sample of blood and left him there to freeze. Chris Caudwell was finished.
Bastard Chimera (Christopher (Windows) Caudwell) Reports - There I was, preparing for a night on the town with some friends, it had crossed my mind through the day that someone may be after me this night, I had played a slow game and as a result I had been placed on the wanted list, anyone could be my assailant. But as I was preparing a friend turned to me and said he would accompany me on the long, icy road into Stafford town, it never entered my mind that he may be the last face I see. I met him, under the great archway of Stafford Court, and we began to walk. Not 3 minutes into our journey I pulled a cigarette from my pocket, it's funny now, thinking then that it was the cigarettes that would be my true killer. I lit the cigarette with my trusty old lighter and upon taking my first puff my "friend" said to me from behind "oh by the way" no sooner had I even began to turn around than I felt the white hot burn of a bullet pierce my back and rip through my heart, it was almost as the betrayal I felt to be dying at the hands of someone I trusted, how could I have been so blind. As I lay on the floor, my blood filling my mouth, I heard him whisper to me "You where mine" he then walked off, and I watched in horror of how he could be so calm after taking his friends life, I ejaculated all over myself, and then the darkness dawned.
Umpires notes - Bastard Chimera is penalised 5 Kudos for ejaculating all over himself and making a mess.
Wednesday 23rd Jan 2013
Mike Litoris Reports - We had just finished our Frisbee Give It A Go session and I lagged behind due to packing away all the kit...
I had completely forgotten that Stuke was on the Wanted List and was available for murdering.
So Chris, Andy and Stuke walked ahead on their way home...
I got on my bike and began my journey home, when i turned a corner I noticed in the distance the trio walking away from me...
My brain activated and assassinations filled my head, I stopped my bike, got off and emptied my rucksack to try and find my trusty blade "The Butcher V2.0" that had slain the poor Ryan days earlier...
It was not there!
I had left it at home like a fool!
I had to improvise all that was available was an orange and some pens ......
Orange + Pens = Grenade!
I quickly constructed the weapon and got back on my bike in pursuit, they had not got far and got closer and closer, they spotted me but didn't think i was a threat ...
After a quick banter I decided to strike....
I threw the grenade at Stuke, hitting his hand blowing him to pieces...
However I forgot to take into account the civilians within this radius....
Those poor civilians that limbs were sent flying by my explosive...
I got the Kill but at what cost?
I cycled on, feeling heavy by the guilt that was piled on my shoulders, when does this stop being a sport of assassins and start becoming a genocide of man?!
For now I will rest my attacks and think better on the next ones
rest in peace dear souls, heaven has a few more angels to hold...
I had completely forgotten that Stuke was on the Wanted List and was available for murdering.
So Chris, Andy and Stuke walked ahead on their way home...
I got on my bike and began my journey home, when i turned a corner I noticed in the distance the trio walking away from me...
My brain activated and assassinations filled my head, I stopped my bike, got off and emptied my rucksack to try and find my trusty blade "The Butcher V2.0" that had slain the poor Ryan days earlier...
It was not there!
I had left it at home like a fool!
I had to improvise all that was available was an orange and some pens ......
Orange + Pens = Grenade!
I quickly constructed the weapon and got back on my bike in pursuit, they had not got far and got closer and closer, they spotted me but didn't think i was a threat ...
After a quick banter I decided to strike....
I threw the grenade at Stuke, hitting his hand blowing him to pieces...
However I forgot to take into account the civilians within this radius....
Those poor civilians that limbs were sent flying by my explosive...
I got the Kill but at what cost?
I cycled on, feeling heavy by the guilt that was piled on my shoulders, when does this stop being a sport of assassins and start becoming a genocide of man?!
For now I will rest my attacks and think better on the next ones
rest in peace dear souls, heaven has a few more angels to hold...
Old Man Mcgee (Rob Butler) Reports - There I was taking a leisurely time walking back from training. Everyone was tired and didn't seem to have the energy to take out a wanted man. It had been over a week since the posters went up declaring me dead without a sound. As I strolled home with my companions I saw behind us a friendly face. I got weary moving just out of reach from any close range attempts, the weak excuse of him not having the momentum to carry on made a few hairs stand on end.
Suddenly a flash went off and my corpse exploded into pieces. The grenade had also destroyed my companions as well in the blast, so I at least took solace in the fact my assassin had committed an act of injustice, destroying two unwanted targets. But at least there were no loose ends.
Suddenly a flash went off and my corpse exploded into pieces. The grenade had also destroyed my companions as well in the blast, so I at least took solace in the fact my assassin had committed an act of injustice, destroying two unwanted targets. But at least there were no loose ends.
Umpires Notes - Nice kill, however for carelessly killing two of your friends in order to feed your blood-lust I am putting you on the wanted list for two days (one for each civilian kill)!
You still earn 150 Kudos for the grenade kill.
You still earn 150 Kudos for the grenade kill.
Thurdsay 24th Jan
Sum Yung Ho Reports - While at a team social event it was brought to my attention that a Ben Kadel had been put on the wanted list for a yet unknown to me reason. Food was needed for much of the group so we began a walk to a nearby take-away. I dropped back an pulled out my pistol.Ensuring the silencer was on i whispered "Ben". I like to be the last thing my victims see. I think there is still some leftover brain on the floor there...
Mike Litoris (Benjamin Kadel) Reports - It was the evening, we were half way through a pleasant game of Munchkin, I decided to check the assassins board to see if my report from earlier was up, Curtis cobley, was over my shoulder looking too.
Then, I read it,
"Due to my civilian kills, I go onto the wanted list for 2 days"
I froze... ... and turned my head to slowly look at curtis, knowing full well that he was a manic animal that killed any assassin that crossed his path ...
He did nothing ... yet ...
Time passed, and we decided to leave the comfort of my room and the house and go to get fast food...
I felt it, a sense of peril, i felt this would be my last journey, before leaving my room, i debated whether to take my trusty blade with me for one last stand... I chose not to, a proud death is one that I would have ...
As we walked I gained about of meter of distance on Curtis...
in the corner of my eye i saw him raise his arm pointing in the direction, of my head ... I knew he was waiting for me to turn ... I did not, I would not give him the satisfaction...
Then, it happened. A sharp pain in the back of my head, like getting hit with a sharp hammer...
A single shot, perfectly place at the rear of my cranium...
I fell to my knees...
Looked around at the beautiful world i was leaving...
Felt the snow on my hands once more...
A beautiful death, a perfect death...
I took my last breath...
Thank you curtis for the perfect death...
Rest in peace my dear soul, it is now my turn to join the angels above.
Then, I read it,
"Due to my civilian kills, I go onto the wanted list for 2 days"
I froze... ... and turned my head to slowly look at curtis, knowing full well that he was a manic animal that killed any assassin that crossed his path ...
He did nothing ... yet ...
Time passed, and we decided to leave the comfort of my room and the house and go to get fast food...
I felt it, a sense of peril, i felt this would be my last journey, before leaving my room, i debated whether to take my trusty blade with me for one last stand... I chose not to, a proud death is one that I would have ...
As we walked I gained about of meter of distance on Curtis...
in the corner of my eye i saw him raise his arm pointing in the direction, of my head ... I knew he was waiting for me to turn ... I did not, I would not give him the satisfaction...
Then, it happened. A sharp pain in the back of my head, like getting hit with a sharp hammer...
A single shot, perfectly place at the rear of my cranium...
I fell to my knees...
Looked around at the beautiful world i was leaving...
Felt the snow on my hands once more...
A beautiful death, a perfect death...
I took my last breath...
Thank you curtis for the perfect death...
Rest in peace my dear soul, it is now my turn to join the angels above.
Umpires Notes - Ben had been placed on the wanted list for two days for accidentally killing two civilians in his last assassination attempt.
For the touching report from Mike Litoris I offer 50 Kudos.
For the touching report from Mike Litoris I offer 50 Kudos.
Black Thunder Reports - Matt Smith came up ready for a meeting unaware that he was on the way to his final resting ground.
he came up the stairs talking happily to a civilian and as I went to say hello to him my knife beat me to the punch as it greeted him with a hole right through his chest.
he came up the stairs talking happily to a civilian and as I went to say hello to him my knife beat me to the punch as it greeted him with a hole right through his chest.
God Reports - Accomplice to the crime, i was there to back up black thunder if anything went wrong. played a part in getting The Wanted target here to kill him as part of a design meeting for our game making team. Matt Smith was stabbed in the back by Black thunder as soon as he walked through the door. Black thunder quickly made himself scarce and i acted surprised.
Umpires Notes - Sorry, but this player had been killed previously (sorry for just noticing).
Even though a players name is on the wanted list it is best to check the scores to see if they have been killed. I've removed the 100 Kudos you earned for the kill since the player was already dead.
Even though a players name is on the wanted list it is best to check the scores to see if they have been killed. I've removed the 100 Kudos you earned for the kill since the player was already dead.
Friday 25th Jan
Captain Charles Vane (Charlie Boswell) Reports - I received a letter in the post with a load of glittery anthrax and a note which reads
"Roses are red
Violets are Blue
I'm not dead
How about you
Sincerely, Anthrax"
"Roses are red
Violets are Blue
I'm not dead
How about you
Sincerely, Anthrax"
Shade Reports - Being unable to track down my target (Charlie Boswell) I went for a more indirect approach. I sent him an Anthrax letter which he should receive shortly. I hope his death is filled with anguish as he reads my finals words to him.
Umpires Notes - Nice kill. For the Photo of the weapon used in a successful kill I am awarding 150 Kudos, for the anthrax kill itself I am awarding 200 Kudos.