The crippled product of Jenny's sadistic tendencies reports:
Having spent the better part of 30 minutes lurking Bjoern&Jenny without success, I gave up and was about to head home when I ran into The Highlander. He unfolded an umbrella, I drew my Joe Devil and we faced each other across the road. Deciding that the last thing either of us actually wanted was a battle we retreated our separate ways.
Fate it seems, is not without a sense of irony. Bjoern&Jenny returned home five minutes after I left, apparently :(
The Highlander reports:
Actually Bjoernandjenny had arrived about 23.40 and found me making reports. We called a truce with the possibility of duel afterwards. After they had checked the scores they headed back to their room (me being too tired to be up for a duel, especially at night against Bjoern) and I went to get my bike from town. I heard rustling leaves from the other side of Clarkson Road, and opened the Girton Shield which by now was having impressive intimidation effects. Mike Cripps called from the half-light, and I stepped away.
Sorry Mike but they were already inside. However I didn't want to tell you in case you managed to get in and do a repeat of Jon Jowett's strike. Better luck next time!
Forgotten reports:
Nothing remotely spectacular, alas...approached minion who was listening to the brass band playing inside Trinity Great Hall, and watching the ballroom dancing...naturally, I was on the dancefloor.
Forgotten truly was forgotten, as she did not know I was an assassin (yes, Forgotten has met me before), although given that her reaction to dying was "finally, somebody's killed me!" it might not have mattered all that much. She invited me to kill her again after she respawned but...I couldn't. It's heartless to kill a target that's just asking you to.
Mr Anderson reports:
I had told the disposable blade of death I was dead earlier, which was true although I did not mention that I only had five minutes to go before respawning! How unfortunate that, after leaving the bar and feeling complacent about the blade incident, I was killed by the most evil Squirrel known to man.
The Squirrel reports:
I couldn't believe my luck, after a small chase I managed to knock Mr Anderson unconscious with a rather large hammer to the head. This gave me time to run back to my room and find a suitable method of killing him. The first thing at hand was a pair of tights which were conveniently used to strangle him. The Squirrel strikes again!
The Highlander reports:
Got back and limped through the corridors of fair Girton. Found Owain in the JCR, watching Ice Age. Shot him. Good thing too, as he had his rifle about.
Bed time.
Crazed Baron Haha reports:
Banichi was walking in through Nokes' front door when a car full of assassins pulled up right in front. His grin turned into a squeal of panic as he legged it to the overlooking toilet as we pulled out the 2K, two 1K's and the 3K out of the boot along with a few sidearms, grenade holsters and riot shields. As the Moustache went to break in through an adjacent connected house, Mr Anderson menaced him with a K through the letter box, ejecting him into the garden where i was waiting for him.
Haha !!!!!
(TokenCrazedBaronLaughter)
PS : We believe he only had two short barrels...
Dalek designation #8086 reports:
I really shouln't have been able to fix the 5.00 fiasco; but either the assassin or the victim can change the result of any event report involving them (this probably needs fixing). However it is now fixed so the events of Emma Ball are now (plus or minus a few minutes) correctly recorded.
Silly Mathmo Consumed Vodka reports:
(Thanks for sorting this out, Adam.)
I chatted guardedly to Tom Garnett (who'd first introduced me to Assassins) for a couple of minutes at Emma May Ball. When I said "don't you look nonchalantly at me" he looked a little confused; damn, if I hadn't said that, he probably wouldn't have even suspected I was playing.
He turned away, carefully not completely turning round. I pulled out my RBG and fired. The first shot misfired, the second hit him in the arm, and I was too tired/drunk/whatever to remember that arm shots aren't kills until he produced Fluffy the Bunny, who ate me in a most painful fashion.
The Dusk Treader reports:
I was thinking 'Why's he standing there? If he was playing, he'd have attacked me by now.'
I have good peripheral vision, so turning half away seemed sensible. It was also 5am, affecting my judgement.
Luckily Silly Mathmo Consumed Vodka was pretty dozey, too.
Silly Mathmo Consumed Vodka reports:
As my ghost talked to The Dusk Treader, Adam circled nonchalantly around the room. The Dusk Treader didn't even realise he was an assassin until he fired a single long-range RBG shot.
The Dusk Treader reports:
I was slightly suspicious of your talking to him, but had no real way to know that it was a current player you talked to. As a result, an easy kill for him.
He used a RBG rather than a knife, which loses him marks in my book, but...
Silly Mathmo Consumed Vodka reports:
As Adam examined his victim's corpse, Fluffy leapt into the waiting hands of an unknown bystander, who sent him to eat Adam before introducing herself as Joy Sumner.
The Dusk Treader reports:
She/we could have been more subtle about that, but it was 5 am, so...
Silly Mathmo Consumed Vodka reports:
"Muurgh. Eat your brains." Or something. Yes, this was a zombie vs zombie encounter. Luckily, zombie brains aren't particularly nutritious, so the late Look behind you... left us alone thereafter.
Look behind you... reports:
Silly Mathmo Consumed Vodka reports:
Muuurgh. More corpse mutilation by corpses.
Look behind you... reports:
Davros reports:
That's one problem fixed - nothing like exploiting a bug in the CGI event editing to circumvent a bug in the CGI new event sanity checking.
TROGDOR the BURNiNATOR reports:
Essentially this was getting him back, but actually happened at 3:30 am. Stupid umpire problems require it to be this time. Fix it anyone?
Determinator reports:
After lurking in a quiet spot outside the room of the Shadowing Lemma for just a few minutes, I heard his door open. Ready with my gun I tensed myself as the approaching footsteps grew louder and louder...then leapt out and came face to face with a completely different assassin, Harris, who I shot twice. Oh well, a kill's a kill :-)
Animal reports:
Yawn...
The Minister of Health lurking in the kitchen.
Animal needed the loo.
Animal got shot.
Animal
The Minister of Health reports:
Having spent the previous evening watching fireworks and hatting in Johns, it was time for action. The A PLan of lurking the exits to the balls at 6a.m. didn't quite come off, but I crawled out of bed at 9.30, and went for Plan B: Animal.
The porters let me see the 2000 matric photo so I had some idea what the corridor assassins looked like, and I settled in the kitchen at about 10.00
At 10.25, I saw someone come out in a bath robe from either John's room or the one on either side, but on first glance it didn't look like him. So I waited until he got to the (stiff) toilet door next to mine. I stepped out, and it clearly was him, so I drew and fired. Because I didn't have my gun drawn when I stepped out, he had time to draw his gun, but not fire. I could maybe have done a tidier job, but I'm not complaining.
Animal kindly invited me in for a drink, and he wrote a report about dying on his corridor while I was sitting next to him, with the door ajar. So I was rather scared of meeting other Girtonians on the way out. But I just walked out safely.
Incidentally, my 2 morning lurks last year both began at 8.20 a.m. Somehow 10 seemed appropriate this time!
Arnold Schledgeswigbiergartenhosteingunhollsterzinmeintrausersswagger reports:
Shot superman's girlfriend cos he's no match for me *heavydutycannon* *Kryptoniteonions* etc.
The blood knight reports:
My Cousin Mal's door was open - there was no reason for it not to be, because he isn't an assassin. I said hello to him, then with all my honour I shot him six times in the chest. I slaughtered an innocent, unsuspecting victim because I am so honourable. Blood! Honour!
Mew Two reports:
Uh, this never happened..... the guys came and killed me (&!@*£$%) at quarter to two as the other report says, don't know what this one is about...
The Jania Project reports:
I am too cruel :( During a terms agreement for a peace treaty, I accidentally stabbed It Could Be Bunnies! in the back. (pun intended)
pidgin reports:
bother garden party forgot weapon sheepmeister shot me with a pathetic ickle gun. It was a red one. bother
the disposable blade of death reports:
... Feeling a little tried after my excursions yesterday, and my unfortunate demise whilst my contacts were out at the hands of the great ginger one, i went on a quick patrol of the girton corridors. And who should i run into but crocodile girl. Suprisingly resigned to her fate i shot her. Unfortuntely, whilst clearing a jam i ran into Tom, who shot me whilst i was unprepared, oh well ho hum. And quick plug: I'm going to see Pride and predjudice today at 3 in Downing. Class! ...
The Lady of the Bouncy Castle reports:
This may not be valid because of the no-kill zone resulting from the CURS 24 hour dungeon. It would have been quite nice if the Umpire had mentioned when this was going to be, because neither side was sure if this was in-bounds and the webpage info on it is somewhat scanty. I had no idea that this was the day for it, even.
There was, however, a bouncy castle. Which made the morning.
Sir Bouncealot reports:
*Bounce* We admired the castle when we spotted a fiendish knight, The Lady of the Bouncy Castle ambushed him while he was riding his horse (okay, he was just sitting in an armchair) through the Valley of Illusions (erm, the Churchill TV room), he tried to draw his mighty longsword (well, his rbg), but with a mighty blow he was struck down. *Bounce*
Amish Pole Man reports:
I was just exiting the kitchen when Owain strolled passed carrying a rifle. So I shot him.
The Kinky Pizza Delivery Girl from Hell reports:
I expect this to be downgraded to a corpse mutilation because she said she was dead, but since no-one else has reported yet, I might as well.
As indeed it has been.
It's MaTT! reports:
Walked into a garden party, saw two ne'er-do-wells playing croquet. Saw punch. Got punch. Drank punch. Got food. Ate food. Got more food. Ate more food. Ne'er-do-wells finished game. Shot The Jania Project. Ate more food. Mmmm... I miss Caius hall...
It's MaTT! reports:
Also shot It Could Be Bunnies! but he was already dead. Bah!
The blood knight reports:
I shot the evil Squirrel's boyfriend as he emerged from the shower because I secretly feel intimidated by him. It was very brave of me to do so.
The blood knight reports:
I shot the evil Squirrel's boyfriend as he emerged from the shower because I secretly feel intimidated by him. It was very brave of me to do so.
The blood knight reports:
This was a successful attempt! I accidentally chose failed attempt but there doesn't seem to be a way to change the outcome, so I'm adding it as a new event.
The Squirrel reports:
Sensing trouble I looked out of the spyhole in my door only to see the Slobbering Wolf stood there contemplating what to do with my Spanish tapes I'd lent him before the game started. I alerted him to the fact I was there by asking if we agree not to fire at each other. He did not answer, I opened the door slightly and asked him again....... still no answer, I got out my door, he fired at me and missed and I then killed him with my first shot.
The laughter in the slaughter reports:
Sleepy May ball people with rooms unlocked.. sleep on, you sleepy trusting people, sleep on... :-)
Mew Two reports:
My house is a f**king inpenetrable fortress, as I thought to myself as I slept off a May Ball all of Tuesday... with my door unlocked. What I was clearly NOT counting on was the ineptitude of my housemates:
"Hello, who are you?" "We've come to kill someone." "Oh, alright then, please come in."
Beggars belief.
Being woken up after four hours sleep, still half in ball clothes, by a RUBBER BAND IN THE FACE, did not make me a happy Pokemon. Apologies if I was rude to my attackers. A killing spree was needed to regain my dignity...
The blood knight reports:
I knocked on my college son's door and he opened, not suspecting that a bloodknight would be brave enough to kill his own son. Pointing the gun at him, I ordered him to leave his room and turn around. On his knees, he begged for mercy. But I was too brave to show mercy...
The blood knight reports:
I was angry at Guru for being in bed too long and wasting the day. I knocked on the door. He begged me to spare his life, and the life of the child within him. But as you all must know, I am too honourable to listen to such pleas. Also, I noticed him looking at me the wrong way. He asked me to allow him to sneeze before I killed him. So great is my mercy, that I granted him this request. First I shot off his arm. He fell to the floor in agony. I then shot him in the other arm. Then I shot him in the gut. Then I finally finished him off. May the honour of the blood knights protect me!
Blood Queen of Spades reports:
Guru seemed to enjoy it. At least he went out and bought a large waterpistol the next day.
The Highlander reports:
His other half left his door open. I stuck my head in and shot him with my RPG.
"I'm already dead you fool!"
Oops.
The Highlander reports:
Saw Bryony in the Plodge and she saw me. We shot at each other from behind a pillar but my RPG jammed. Then Claire Bordenave whom I did not recognise charged from the side and RBG'd me. Damn.
++?????++ Out of Cheese Error reports:
Thankyou crazy asylum people for your kind lending of the wheelchair! It prooved most useful in dodging whilst Claire subtly manouvered behind the six foot ginger one...
The blood knight reports:
I was defeated by the most dishonourable J Doe! But my defeat has not shaken me: somehow in my heart I know, that I have benefitted from my own death. May the blood protect me! The bloodknights are ETERNAL!!!
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War!!! Blood!!!
So the Umpire made the dishonourable decision to change the rules in mid-game. We bloodknights are too honourable to do such a vile thing. But this just goes to show how much more honourable we are than the rest of you. Atleast J Doe took the fall. Give my regards to the pretty girl with brown hair who shot me in the arm ;-) she can assassinate me any day!
May the blood be with you.
Schroedinger's cat reports:
Ah, just as we had been hoping this would happen. ;) Pete is currently a brilliant example for the fantastic world of the quantum mechanics of the automatic umpire system, you have to fire bullets into him to find out whether you gain or loose score.
An Umpirical Announcement:
You lost score, but no more! There is now a minimum exchange of 5 points in a kill - ie. you'll always get at least five points for a kill.
The crippled product of Jenny's sadistic tendencies reports:
Does this mean I can still _lose_ 5 points every time? i.e. What happens when I'm on 4 points?
The Highlander reports:
Peter, stop trying to chat up Bryony! ;-)
The Umpire reports:
Yes, the victim loses at least five points, and the attacker gains at least five points.
Joe Devils and Jeff Watson versus the Totally Insane Killer Rubber Band Gun of Dhoooooom!!! reports:
On my walk around town this afternoon I'd seen nine imaginary assassins (of whom six were Bjoern and/or Jenny) but no real ones. Walking past Harvey Court plodge I saw John Mark Edmundson, but the yellow-bellied coward saw me too and ran away very fast. I fired at him and gave chase briefly, but I was too worried about running into a possible bunny, a burninating dragon-man or an out-of-cheese error to want to go blindly running around Harvey Court, so I let him get away.
Amish Pole Man reports:
I really don't approve of umbrellas. Cowardly thing to do.
Hannibal reports:
The corridor was suddenly full of maniacs in a black-and-red van. I shot her whilst smoking a cigar inside my crocodile-suit.
*slowmotionpictureofoverturningcarfullofmilitarypolice*
If you're being menaced by any other mafia, call the A-team !!!!!
Animal reports:
I'm not really sure what happened here but there were lots of Caians and two of us. i felt a band to the head and admnitted to dying.
oh well there is always tomorrow.
Animal.
Murdoch reports:
It took all my skill as a Vietnam helicopter pilot to fly one round Girton's corridors... There were two men in Animal's room. I locked onto the more significant target with the anti-tank missile battery. *grins*
BA was coming around from being sedated and was screaming blue murder...
*hihihihihihihihihihihihihihi*
the lunatics are taking back the asylum !!!!!!!!!
Nikolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky reports:
A good demonstration of the fact that one can actually wheel one's bike around in time when spotting assassins. It was reasonably close, but I couldn't quite catch up with him before he had gained speed again (mmmh, maybe 9 pounds of weapons keep me from sprinting very fast).
The Minister of Health reports:
If I hadn't seen him in time...... Thankfully there weren't any innocents to be crushed under the wheels of my bike when I made my U-Turn. No offence Nikolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky, but I can think of more-deserving recipients of my hard-earned points. Another time maybe.
The crippled product of Jenny's sadistic tendencies reports:
Ah ha! A cry of distress has just come through! Looks like Girton is in trouble. Packing only the bare necessities [RapidFire, Joe Devil, Rifle &c] and charged up the hill.
What's this I see, Barracas B.A. (Hons) Cantab? Got your weapon out again? I'm a no-water weapon zone dontchaknow? I think I'll be charging you with my RapidFire then. Ah, you have umbrellas. OK, time to run away a bit. A bit faster if you don't mind, The crippled product of Jenny's sadistic tendencies. Counter-attack time! P'tang. Dodge one pellet, and another, and another. Fire back. Damn - missed! Unfortunately we've both seen The Matrix.
Ack! I'm hit! MEDIC!
Hannibal reports:
Hey, there's another goon between us and our van. Let's set BA on him...
*PUNCH*
*throwsgoonoverseveralparkedcars*
*checksknuckledusterisstillinonepiece*
*readjustsnecklaces*
*threatenstodisembowelmurdochforhavingsedatedhimandshovedhiminahelicopter*
The Kinky Pizza Delivery Girl from Hell reports:
I shot Dnes on the field, where apparently he and Bryony had arranged a duel for some point in the next hour. I guess if this is cleared with the umpire this event will be changed.
Otherwise, there appear to be a lot of unexpected no-kill zones around today, and I wish him much luck in the duel.
Edward Lear reports:
There was an old man who said "hush.
I perceive there's a beard in this bush."
when they asked "Is it small?"
he replied "Not at all.
It's about four times as big as the bush."
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So I shoved a 2K into the hedge and let rip.
he avoided it and started to leg it round Harvey Court...
Dribbling Dr Vibes reports:
There was an old man who said : "It is as I feared.
There are nine bullets lodged in my beard.
Two bands and four CPS,
Three XP and I guess
my shattered burnt beard has indeed disappeared."
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PS : I was waiting on the other side of Harvey Court with the Moustache.
PPS : He only had a short barrel...
Ahahaha !!!!!
*dribbles*
*dribblesmore*
The Minister of the Minion reports:
I'd been swarming around all day after escaping Bjorn. I did the Trinity run, then headed to Abi's. The up to Girton to John Haigh's corridor, but was disturbed by Tom Hounsham. Back thru Wychfield, then the Trinity run again. Got to minion's staircase, waited in the kitchen as I could hear her talking to someone.
After 5-10 minutes, I heard the door open and a shot fire. I jumped out and fired with my RBG. Some things were noted at this point or soon afterwards:
minion has a great new haircut
minion never fired a shot, she was just stopping her door locking as she left it.
minion's mother, who I was introduced to, looked on in some bewilderment.
Adam reports:
I rather suspect this happened on the 16th, unless batman's precognitive powers are such that he is able to report his kills several hours before they actually take place.
The Jania Project reports:
Well, I've done it again, betrayed my fellow comrades. After JabbaWookie's and other alien hybrids attempting to defile my dead body at four o'clock, I knew he was in. So I just waited for my life force to finds it's home in my body once more and proceded to his door (The kill was outside his room so legal), Oh how I love the smell of Dihydrogen-monoxide in the evening.
JabbaWookie's and other alien hybrids reports:
In the earlier attempt I had carefully emptied his water pistol, but forgot to go to his room when he recovered. Ironically I was just re-checking the posibilities of defending my room in a seige situation. Oh I also executed Olly Madge via the process of putting a knife into his bewildered hands, screaming 'your armed' and shooting him. although a legal kill hence, it was not in spirit of game so have not reported it seperately.
Hannibal reports:
took down pellet-rifle man outside Girton Plodge. Turned out to be a reperforation of Owain Shave...
The Minister of the Minion reports:
I'd like to dedicate this kill to Adam Biltcliffe and Abi Baker.
For it was Adam who suggested I patrolled the streets looking for Ed Allcutt and Bryony. I didn't find them, but I found Abi and Susie Parker, walking to Newnham. Abi suggested I went shopping with her, so I did. She needed to go into Boots, but it was closed. She was about to turn back, when she decided to try Superdrug. On the way, I saw a suspicious looking fellow reading a book on a bench in a waistcoat. Abi confirmed it was him, so I approached calling "Stuart" and his final action was to look up.
Superdrug was closed as well. Guess you don't get it all your own way then.
Don Raps Nag reports:
Saw him sitting on the lawn, went home, dropped off my shopping, went back and killed him.
The Highlander reports:
Having somehow made it back to my room alive but unarmed, I decided to get some weapons (including my slightly more reliable RBG after earlier incidents involving the Cauis Mafia) and go into town. Apparently Slobbering Wolf saw me walking towards the bikesheds because he nearly surprised me while I was riding my bike out. I threw it down and we drew, my RPG and RBG against his two RBGs.
The Slobbering Wolf prowled from tree to tree, and I found some cover. I fired a few shots at him to keep him at bay. It was only then that he discovered that RBGs do not have fantastic range in the open. Gradually I forced him to use up all his ammo, at which point I moved for the kill and he ran. All my pellets were gone but I used the fitness and speed gained from 12 years of rugby to outrun him and finish him with 3 bands in the back.
The Baron Munchausen and his four bodyservants reports:
I asked my servant to look through the walls of Cromwell Court to find passport photos of Lewis, and my other servant to run at several thousand metres per second to cut off the gate. I fear I was not subtle because our need was great and commanded my other servant to brain him with two large punts held by their mooring chains whilst I rode my horse over him, beard and braid floating in the wind. We then escaped to the moon inside an antique balloon.
The One-Armed Bandit reports:
I saw him talking to someone in the Ball Queue and not paying any attention behind him. *tee hee* "BANG!"
The One-Armed Bandit reports:
Having just killed Owain, I saw Forgotten wander past, oblivious. This lack of paranoia turned out to be due to death, but it wasn't worth risking. "BANG!" *tee hee*
The Patron Saint of Losers reports:
He said he was dead for another hour, but since I shot him over 4 hours ago I don't see how this can be.
Nikolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky reports:
Hanging around Harvey Court waving about a supersoaker is *not* a good idea, even if the Caians don't take care of it. *sigh* Why do we always have to do their dirty work?
Banichi reports:
Hmmm, well I definitely saw Bryony killing him at about 16:30.........
But since this was a duel to decide an inconclusive duel(they couldn't find each other) that happened on Sunday, it counted as her killing him on Sunday. He seems not to have realised this.
The One-Armed Bandit reports:
I was meandering down King's Parade when I saw The Highlander ahead. "Stand and deliver!" quoth I, while The Highlander was throwing his bike down and running away at top speed.
Ever the devious thinker, I stopped by the bike and proceeded to arm myself to the teeth. Sure enough, my bait worked and he returned to reclaim his bicycle. We duelled ineffectually across the road for a few minutes before I ran out of pellets. Running away down the road I fired my RBG in blind panic and thankfully hit him with a shot.
The Highlander reports:
Not much to add really, except that I nearly caused a 20-bike pileup due to stopping abruptly when I saw The One-Armed Bandit, and that I was slightly overconfident due to having won a similar shootout outside Girton Bikesheds half an hour earlier. I really need to do some target practice with RPGs.
Determinator reports:
Deciding the time for my vengeance on the Shadowing Lemma was nigh, I headed into town armed with my newly purchased XP270. Wandering into the murky depths of Trinity Hall I saw my target walking across the grounds, and dutifully walked up behind him. At which point I unloaded my weapon into both him and another assassin, Inigo Montoya, who was in the wrong place at the wrong time :-)
Nikolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky reports:
For once Jenny admits that I actually spotted someone first. We saw him heading into Clare Memorial Court and followed him in. Using the ample greenery for cover we caught up with him and Ways gunned him down despite The Kinky Pizza Delivery Girl from Hell's last ditch effort at running away. Mmmh, that reminds me of the May Week two years ago, only this time the psychopaths actually get the kill.
The Kinky Pizza Delivery Girl from Hell reports:
I note that Bjoern hasn't got the hang of the tags for pseudos yet.
Ways reports:
If you want to win this kind of race it really, really helps if you get a headstart that's longer than the range of the pursuer's weapon...
For the record the kill took place in King's fellows' garden, not Clare Memorial Court.
The Godmother reports:
A convoy of Girtonians cycled past, so I shot them all.
Nikolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky reports:
This had the feeling of one of those shooting galleries you find on fairs to it. Or maybe it was a bit like Laserquest (press the trigger as quickly as you can).
Amish Pole Man reports:
I had actually forgotten that I was playing in this whole ridiculous game. Shot by my own godmother and college daughter, again. What was she doing there anyway? If only I had a better bike, and sense, and clairvoyance. Oh well, I can always stake out Castle Wolfsonstein using the secret tunnels in the wall that only I know about.
The Godmother reports:
That'll teach him to open his door when he has too many points and there are lots of extremely hostile assassins around.
Animal reports:
Killed by my own Godmother!
the execution was not honorable at all. she made us all kneel with our hands on our heads facing away from her. then she started to take out her vengences on us. she cut my arm with her knife and told me that in future i should take care to spell my fathers name right.
"Mother, please!" I cried in agony
"dont you talk back to me" and she cut me again in the other arm.
"Arrrghhh." I cried as the pain became too much and i fell to the floor in agony.
then the godfather spoke for the first time
"get up you and show your mother some respect" he said while mauling me up.
"you all have to learn some lessons about respect and etiquette"
"yes mum" we cried in union, blood starting to soak the floor.
"thats why you are going to die"
"Mother please, have mercy, we are" *thump* as the godfather hits me accross the head with the hilt of his knife.
I fall to the floor. "not here. not outside Caius, please mother give us an honorable death"
"I will kill you as I see fit, and you will learn not to talk back to my son. Bjorn, cut his tongue off"
and he did. after another minute or so of pain mercy was taken and my mother shot me in the back, my limp body fell to the floor, blood ooozing from many places but now free of the tragedies of this world.
Well, until i respawn anyway. watch your back mum, rewenge is called for...
The Godmother reports:
He was cycling behind John.
*sigh*
The Patron Saint of Losers reports:
See below. I won the chess game.
The Minister of the Minion reports:
Cycled into town for a few minutes to see what was going on, but as I was going along Silver Street, I lost concentration, heard a hiss, and saw guess who with guess who firing water at me. I'm pretty sure Bjorn got me first, he was closer.
They tried to claim it as Jenny's kill, however I feel that was more to do with who they wanted to have got the kill, rather than who actually did.
Nikolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky reports:
We saw him cycling towards us, we both drew our guns, Jenny fired and then I fired, too, because he was drawing a gun. She was standing behind me, so the shots hit more or less simultaneously. We weren't able to tell which one hit first, but in Ric's opinion there seemed to be a chance that I might have hit him first, and hence he insisted.
However, we felt that, as Ric would put it, there was "reasonable doubt" that his observations were entirely correct and as in any disputed event we will duel over who gets the kill. Well, in fact we will play a chess game about it.
Nikolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky reports:
The game was played at the handicap of 2 knights because, as Ric would say, nobody should be discriminated against on the basis of race, religion or skill.
White: Bonsai Black: Pavanne 1.e4 e5 2.Bc4 Nf6 3.d3 Bc5 4.0-0 h6 5.c3 d5 6.exd5 Nxd5 7.Re1 0-0 8.Rxe5 c6 9.Qh5 Qf6 10.d4 Bd6 11.Re4 Nb6 12.Bd3 Bf5 13.Re3 Bxd3 14.Rxd3 Re8 15.Bd2 Nc4 16.b3 Nxd2 17.Rxd2 Nd7 18.g3 Qg6 19.Qf3 Nf6 20.c4 Bb4 21.R2d1 Re4 22.a3 Ba5 23.d5 cxd5 24.cxd5 Rae8 25.b4 Bb6 26.d6 Qg4 27.Qb3 Bxf2+ 28.Kxf2 Re2+ 29.Kg1 Qh3 30.Qf3 Qxh2+ 31.Kf1 Ng4 32.Rd2 Ne3+ 33.Qxe3 Qg2# 0-1
Look behind you... reports:
Joe Devils and Jeff Watson versus the Totally Insane Killer Rubber Band Gun of Dhoooooom!!! reports:
minion was going home for the summer, which I thought was a terrible shame.
minion would be taking 120 points back to London with her, which I thought was even more of a shame.
Accordingly, I wandered down to New Court Trinity and shot her. Happily her mother, who was helping her pack, didn't seem too upset about seeing her daughter gunned down in cold blood for the second time in four and a quarter hours, so I chatted with them for a bit, bade minion a happy summer, looted her corpse of Snapdragon's hat and left.
Look behind you... reports:
A knock-on-door type strategy that worked better than average. Lewis Westbury knocked on my door asking for himself (duh). BTW - recognised you from the photos on you wall. He left and I quickly jumped out after them. Shot Lewis. and Catherine Hall RBG'd me. Lewis was already dead. D'oh!
The Patron Saint of Losers reports:
She was sneaking up on us from the street, but I saw her (before Bjoern, who *still* thinks she has dark hair...) and we fought her across the street.
Nikolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky reports:
She tried to hide in a corner, presumably hoping we hadn't spotted her. As it turned out this had the definite disadvantage that she couldn't see that I had moved to block her escape. It took some further maneuvering to get The Patron Saint of Losers into the ideal position for the kill, but there was little Harris could do.
The Jania Project reports:
After telling me to expect him at ten, I checked the time of his resurection 9:36. I decieded to lay a trap... however leaving my room at half past, I noticed a hastily constructed decoy at the end of the hall, There must be a trap in store. He stole my plan! After a long game of cat and mouse through the dusty halls I realised only the cat had been moving, JabbaWookie's and other alien hybrids was in the same place all along. Using a glass wall as cover a dangerous firefight began up the spiral stairs. But once again, the high tech Dihydrogen-monoxide rifle won the day against JabbaWookie's and other alien hybrids's faulty RBG and throwing knives. There will be peace once again tonight in the stairs.
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