Kill History
| Assassin | Victim | Obituary | Time of Death |
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| the nugget situation | SadisticSquirter | You hesitated and didn't kill me when you had the chance. This blew your cover. As I watched from the shadows, I saw you make a kill and head straight to the "safety" of the restroom. You should have gone into a stall because I quickly followed and found you standing in the open attempting to log your kill. We know what happened next. Watery Death. | 08/21/2010 09:45pm |
| SadisticSquirter | Elemental | It was pretty ballsy for one of the last few females to walk up to a masked male to ask for a smoke especially considering I was the only blonde left. I asked a lot of questions about the game. He played along. At the stroke of 2130, I saw him reach into his pocket. He suspected me all along. He was going for his hydro gat. I swifty pulled the syringe from under my sequin clad tunic and gave him a quick squirt to the chest. "Give me your card bitch." He handed it over willingly. He retorted, "honey, you just got disqualified. The Gamemaster always announces the start of the game." I took off with his slip of paper in hand toward my safe haven...the women's restroom. I called the squad. They came in followed by the Almighty Game Master. I explained my side, and the Game Master decided that we shall both live. The Game Master took him back his paper. "Game on," he announced. I was right behind him, and I shot him down again. It was my first kill of the night. Hell, it was my first kill of the game :) xxxo Elemental | 08/21/2010 09:44pm |
| No. 3 | The Tank | After text messaging back and forth for the last few days, I assassinated Melissa within seconds of the kill announcement at the ball. Great job killing Melissa, better luck next time. | 08/21/2010 09:42pm |
| theworldismytoy | JacksonAces | Jack was a noble and valiant warrior to the end. Unable to make the ball this evening he died gracefully in my arms. And now we sup! | 08/21/2010 07:22pm |
| Elemental | octagone | The doorbell rings. I approach the window, wary of what may be lurking behind the solid red door. Out past the bushes, a backpack-sporting assassin, wielding a powerful, large super-soaker, stalks the fortress grounds, waiting to do battle. I, of course, am more than happy to oblige him. I make for the back door, flanking the side of the house, with my smaller, less-efficient, and archaic weapon. However, with less-than-satisfactory weapon, he barely escapes my torrential downpour of vengeance. He relays, and almost hits me, so I retreat into my fortress, rearming with a more suitable weapon and preparing to take the battle to another level. I venture to the back door, and gain sight of my stalker, staring eye-to-eye, both knowing we were out of range, so firing is futile. He pulls water balloons, his proverbial grenades, from the aforementioned backpack, forcing me to take hiding to avoid his cascade of death from above. As the battle rages on, I am cornered on the deck, with the assassin in sight. There was a fire fight!! Barely escaping with my life, I, Elemental, using my mastery of the fire fight, of water, place one steady stream, directly to to the Octagone's 8-sided facade. | 08/21/2010 05:19pm |
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