Week 2
The Arithmetic Killing Unit finally puts and end to the Everlasting Night! [Will Fidler]
The Arithmetic Killing Unit reports : -
As myself and a few fellow Frisbee players were sitting enjoying our 'After Training' Ultimate Burgers, my target strolled into the Loundge and joined us. Unbeknown to him I was planning my assassination. As we all got up to leave the bar, I pretended that I had left something under the table allowing me to simply walk behind my target and as soon as we both left the S.U building a pulled my knife 'The Butcher's Baby' from my jacket and stuck it straight into his neck as I yelled 'Boom, Your dead!'(just to make sure he knew). I quickly concealed my blade, incase of a return attack and exited back into the S.U building.
You could say he strolled to his doom!
Arithmetic Killing Unit Out...
The Arithmetic Killing Unit reports : -
As myself and a few fellow Frisbee players were sitting enjoying our 'After Training' Ultimate Burgers, my target strolled into the Loundge and joined us. Unbeknown to him I was planning my assassination. As we all got up to leave the bar, I pretended that I had left something under the table allowing me to simply walk behind my target and as soon as we both left the S.U building a pulled my knife 'The Butcher's Baby' from my jacket and stuck it straight into his neck as I yelled 'Boom, Your dead!'(just to make sure he knew). I quickly concealed my blade, incase of a return attack and exited back into the S.U building.
You could say he strolled to his doom!
Arithmetic Killing Unit Out...
Help I'm trapped in a pseudonym factory [Antony Edwards] performs a disappearing act with the help of his beautiful assistant DaemonStorm
DaemonStorm reports : -
The good Antony Edwards had come to my domicile to discuss with my housemate some obscure aspect of Magic. Seizing the opportunity I darted from my room and struck him down with my knife!
Not expecting anything he fell down dead, now I just have to dispose of the body!
help im trapped in a pseudonym factory reports : -
I receved a call earlier this morning stirring me from my morning slumber. It was a friend of mine requiring assisstance in the gathering of arcane arts. I had recently introduced him to the craft and was eager for him to do well in the ecoteric art.
Finding time in my busy day i made my way to his tucked away abode, not sensing the trap waiting to be sprung. Being greated by the trator to be, I found my acomplace to previous assassinations was also around. i made a mistake not keeping an air of suspicion.
This mistake that whould be my last as i was greeted with a blade to the throat. I fell to the floor in shock, i was betrayed... Id expected this from the assassin but never from my friend. The last thoughts going through my head were
Why did he betray me?
How much was he being paid?
And why the hell is gullible written on the ceiling?
DaemonStorm further reports : -
Now that the body has been disposed of (after a lengthy session of Magic), I can elaborate further upon what had happened.
My house-mate, revealed in himself a cunning turn of mind, and together we were able to quickly formulate a plan that would enable myself to take down my target with some ease.
My house-mate called my target, seeking instruction in the practices of Magic, for there was going to be a gathering!
My target, and former ally Antony suspected no treachery, but alas his name had come up and I knew what had to be done.
My house-mate let him into our palace, and with a short dash and a quick slash, the crimson of his lifeblood was spilling from his neck and onto the tiled floor below.
The look in his eyes as the life spark went out was one of betrayal, but I feel no remorse, for I had my orders and the deed had to be done.
I wish you a fond farewell brother Ant, may you find peace in the next world!
DaemonStorm reports : -
The good Antony Edwards had come to my domicile to discuss with my housemate some obscure aspect of Magic. Seizing the opportunity I darted from my room and struck him down with my knife!
Not expecting anything he fell down dead, now I just have to dispose of the body!
help im trapped in a pseudonym factory reports : -
I receved a call earlier this morning stirring me from my morning slumber. It was a friend of mine requiring assisstance in the gathering of arcane arts. I had recently introduced him to the craft and was eager for him to do well in the ecoteric art.
Finding time in my busy day i made my way to his tucked away abode, not sensing the trap waiting to be sprung. Being greated by the trator to be, I found my acomplace to previous assassinations was also around. i made a mistake not keeping an air of suspicion.
This mistake that whould be my last as i was greeted with a blade to the throat. I fell to the floor in shock, i was betrayed... Id expected this from the assassin but never from my friend. The last thoughts going through my head were
Why did he betray me?
How much was he being paid?
And why the hell is gullible written on the ceiling?
DaemonStorm further reports : -
Now that the body has been disposed of (after a lengthy session of Magic), I can elaborate further upon what had happened.
My house-mate, revealed in himself a cunning turn of mind, and together we were able to quickly formulate a plan that would enable myself to take down my target with some ease.
My house-mate called my target, seeking instruction in the practices of Magic, for there was going to be a gathering!
My target, and former ally Antony suspected no treachery, but alas his name had come up and I knew what had to be done.
My house-mate let him into our palace, and with a short dash and a quick slash, the crimson of his lifeblood was spilling from his neck and onto the tiled floor below.
The look in his eyes as the life spark went out was one of betrayal, but I feel no remorse, for I had my orders and the deed had to be done.
I wish you a fond farewell brother Ant, may you find peace in the next world!
Tyron Touchaface proves that not even friend are safe in the killing of Night elf warrior lvl. 99 [Jason Whittaker]
Tyron Touchaface reports : -
The second list of targets and the killing isn't getting any easier. A moral compass thrown by the wayside, a friend, a buddy, was now a target. With this came routine, one that will be my victims demise.
We all sat down for diner like any normal day, bleach was todays diner entertainment, watching and eating. I finished my food and went up stairs, not being a bleach fan, this wasn't out of the ordinary. I heard bleach had finished and so was the food, there was only one thing that was going to happen now, 'ciggy time'.
A pre-planned assault was already in progress, a safe was taken from a nearby airing cupboard as footsteps were heard approaching. Everything was set when a civilian came up the stairs first!?! judging my surroundings the gap between the target and the civilian was more than the size of the safe.
It dropped, he dropped, the moral flag weeped.
The Umpire is impressed with the planning, execution, and moral disregard taken by this particular assassin. Keep up the good work.
Tyron Touchaface reports : -
The second list of targets and the killing isn't getting any easier. A moral compass thrown by the wayside, a friend, a buddy, was now a target. With this came routine, one that will be my victims demise.
We all sat down for diner like any normal day, bleach was todays diner entertainment, watching and eating. I finished my food and went up stairs, not being a bleach fan, this wasn't out of the ordinary. I heard bleach had finished and so was the food, there was only one thing that was going to happen now, 'ciggy time'.
A pre-planned assault was already in progress, a safe was taken from a nearby airing cupboard as footsteps were heard approaching. Everything was set when a civilian came up the stairs first!?! judging my surroundings the gap between the target and the civilian was more than the size of the safe.
It dropped, he dropped, the moral flag weeped.
The Umpire is impressed with the planning, execution, and moral disregard taken by this particular assassin. Keep up the good work.
Apple proves to Xuchilbara [Tim Lawton] that smoking can kill.
Apple reports : -
As I descended downstairs to venture outside I spotted one of my three targets through the window. He was the easiest to track of my three targets as I knew him previously. An easy opportunity to take out my old friend Xuchilbara was too difficult to resist. I stormed over and caught him just as he was entering his front door with a sharp stab to the chest.
Xuchilbara reports : -
Stalking my week 1 targets, and learning their timetables to try and catch them in the open for quick kills, during the first week I gained no kills, as all my targets were picked off one by one by other assassins, I felt all my efforts became invein.
The 2nd week started and I had some new targets, and a another chance. althoug, on the following night of the 2nd targets being released, my good friend who goes by the name "Apple" invited me out for a smoke, during this process he gave me a quick jab into the chest and ended me.
HE SAID SORRY THO SO ITS ALL GOOD
Apple reports : -
As I descended downstairs to venture outside I spotted one of my three targets through the window. He was the easiest to track of my three targets as I knew him previously. An easy opportunity to take out my old friend Xuchilbara was too difficult to resist. I stormed over and caught him just as he was entering his front door with a sharp stab to the chest.
Xuchilbara reports : -
Stalking my week 1 targets, and learning their timetables to try and catch them in the open for quick kills, during the first week I gained no kills, as all my targets were picked off one by one by other assassins, I felt all my efforts became invein.
The 2nd week started and I had some new targets, and a another chance. althoug, on the following night of the 2nd targets being released, my good friend who goes by the name "Apple" invited me out for a smoke, during this process he gave me a quick jab into the chest and ended me.
HE SAID SORRY THO SO ITS ALL GOOD
Damocles and gurrilla tactics gang up to poison Narcoleptic [Aran White]
Guerrilla Tactics reports : -
With the incompetency list up, I had new targets I could go for, and luckily, I knew 1 of them personally and had access to his flat.
I quickly set about planting poison in his cupboards, leaving no food untouched.
What I failed to realise was Damocles, a fellow assassin who I have worked with before, had already poisoned some items with his own special mix.
Neither of us are sure which person got the first poison kill, and our target sure as hell doesn't remember, as the amount of poison he consumed was beyond belief, so we are counting this as a joint assassination.
And let that be a message to you, no corner is safe to walk around, no flat is safe to live in, and no food is safe to take a bite out of.
Guerrilla Tactics reports : -
With the incompetency list up, I had new targets I could go for, and luckily, I knew 1 of them personally and had access to his flat.
I quickly set about planting poison in his cupboards, leaving no food untouched.
What I failed to realise was Damocles, a fellow assassin who I have worked with before, had already poisoned some items with his own special mix.
Neither of us are sure which person got the first poison kill, and our target sure as hell doesn't remember, as the amount of poison he consumed was beyond belief, so we are counting this as a joint assassination.
And let that be a message to you, no corner is safe to walk around, no flat is safe to live in, and no food is safe to take a bite out of.
Ichigo stalks Sammwise, but to no avail.
Ichigo reports : -
The day had been long and arduous, but I diverted away from my place of rest in order to perform my shadowy duty. I not only had a plan, but an extra plan in reserve should the first fall short.
Fate is a cruel mistress- I arrived at my target's home only to discover they were absent at an evening of revelry! Even my reserve plan was no good; though it may have worked, the air had a damp chill and my bones were too weary.
Next time, my friend. Next time.
Ichigo reports : -
The day had been long and arduous, but I diverted away from my place of rest in order to perform my shadowy duty. I not only had a plan, but an extra plan in reserve should the first fall short.
Fate is a cruel mistress- I arrived at my target's home only to discover they were absent at an evening of revelry! Even my reserve plan was no good; though it may have worked, the air had a damp chill and my bones were too weary.
Next time, my friend. Next time.
Ichigo [Tegan Harris] is killed during by a shotgun to the chest from Morning Glory!
Ichigo reports : -
A cold early evening saw me wrapped up on the sofa with friends. With so many assassins stil on the loose, I refuse to answer the door to my abode without being duly armed. On this particularly evening, my housemate was the one to answer the door at a quiet knock.
Housemate turned traitor! Outside were an assassin and the shambling corpse of an already-dead assassin! I was powerless to stop the force of a shotgun slamming me into my chair and extinguishing my life force.
In a twist of fate, one of my companions for the evening was none other than PC Bunnyrage. In a valiant effort, the erstwhile enforcer leapt to grab my hidden gun and pursued the vile murderer; alas, the shot fell short and he escaped into the night.
Morning Glory reports : -
Two shells to the chest and the deed is done
Tegan Harris is no more. My informant reliably told me that she was in her living room with friends (beware of collateral damage). Strapped to the bones with weapons I approached her domain. The door was locked! Was this a double bluff? Thankfully no, my informant opened the front door. Gun drawn I charged screaming (very stealthily) into the living room and fired two well placed rounds to the chest. Her blood and guts splattered her nearby friends. Thinking I was safe and basking in glory I lowered my guard to leave. Little did I know a police officer was in the building. She ran after me as I exited the premises. Luckily her shot hit the doorway but this was much too close for comfort.
Good game fellow assassin and officer
PC Bunnyrage reports : -
Whilst relaxing on downtime between shifts with friends I was witness to an assassination, Morning Glory holding a shotgun fired upon Ichigo, killing instantly, containing my shock I reached for a Maverick and levelled it at the retreating assassin, I gave chase, firing once upon the assassin, however events moved quickly, and a confirmed hit was uncertain [He kept running up the street].
With my back turned, and thoughts turning towards my wounded friend, a weapon of some description (No visable name was written upon the weapon) I was struck upon the arm by another assailant falling to the ground, as I grasped my arm I called for reinforcements.
PC World reports : -
Today, I accompanied an assassin on a mission to eliminate their target.
After the assassination was successful and the assassin was heading for the exit, I saw another individual in the house [PC Bunnyrage] reach for a pistol. Seeing this, I shouted a warning, enabling the assassin to flee the house and make their escape. The would-be assassin's bullet harmlessly striking the door.
However, I pursued the other would-be assassin out into the street and struck them down with my longsword.
Umpires notes : -
Congratulations on the kill Morning Glory.
Just to make things clear. In this current game, if a toy gun is used it does not need to be labelled as it is obviously an offensive weapon. This might be changed in later games.
As for the assault on PC Bunnyrage, I am currently not counting that as a kill. I would need conformation that the attack hit a vital area (head or torso) for it to count.
Update : As PC World insists that he struck PC Bunnyrage on the back; and because the kill is not massively important (since it is between two police officer so no alive/dead statuses have changed) I am going to allow the kill. PC World is awarded 1 point, PC Bunnyrage was killed but has been respawned again as a police officer.
Ichigo reports : -
A cold early evening saw me wrapped up on the sofa with friends. With so many assassins stil on the loose, I refuse to answer the door to my abode without being duly armed. On this particularly evening, my housemate was the one to answer the door at a quiet knock.
Housemate turned traitor! Outside were an assassin and the shambling corpse of an already-dead assassin! I was powerless to stop the force of a shotgun slamming me into my chair and extinguishing my life force.
In a twist of fate, one of my companions for the evening was none other than PC Bunnyrage. In a valiant effort, the erstwhile enforcer leapt to grab my hidden gun and pursued the vile murderer; alas, the shot fell short and he escaped into the night.
Morning Glory reports : -
Two shells to the chest and the deed is done
Tegan Harris is no more. My informant reliably told me that she was in her living room with friends (beware of collateral damage). Strapped to the bones with weapons I approached her domain. The door was locked! Was this a double bluff? Thankfully no, my informant opened the front door. Gun drawn I charged screaming (very stealthily) into the living room and fired two well placed rounds to the chest. Her blood and guts splattered her nearby friends. Thinking I was safe and basking in glory I lowered my guard to leave. Little did I know a police officer was in the building. She ran after me as I exited the premises. Luckily her shot hit the doorway but this was much too close for comfort.
Good game fellow assassin and officer
PC Bunnyrage reports : -
Whilst relaxing on downtime between shifts with friends I was witness to an assassination, Morning Glory holding a shotgun fired upon Ichigo, killing instantly, containing my shock I reached for a Maverick and levelled it at the retreating assassin, I gave chase, firing once upon the assassin, however events moved quickly, and a confirmed hit was uncertain [He kept running up the street].
With my back turned, and thoughts turning towards my wounded friend, a weapon of some description (No visable name was written upon the weapon) I was struck upon the arm by another assailant falling to the ground, as I grasped my arm I called for reinforcements.
PC World reports : -
Today, I accompanied an assassin on a mission to eliminate their target.
After the assassination was successful and the assassin was heading for the exit, I saw another individual in the house [PC Bunnyrage] reach for a pistol. Seeing this, I shouted a warning, enabling the assassin to flee the house and make their escape. The would-be assassin's bullet harmlessly striking the door.
However, I pursued the other would-be assassin out into the street and struck them down with my longsword.
Umpires notes : -
Congratulations on the kill Morning Glory.
Just to make things clear. In this current game, if a toy gun is used it does not need to be labelled as it is obviously an offensive weapon. This might be changed in later games.
As for the assault on PC Bunnyrage, I am currently not counting that as a kill. I would need conformation that the attack hit a vital area (head or torso) for it to count.
Update : As PC World insists that he struck PC Bunnyrage on the back; and because the kill is not massively important (since it is between two police officer so no alive/dead statuses have changed) I am going to allow the kill. PC World is awarded 1 point, PC Bunnyrage was killed but has been respawned again as a police officer.