
I have always thought it would be pretty much amazing to be an assasin, aside from the whole murder part. I always pictured myself dressed all in black and setting into motion all these elaborate plans to rid the world of villians. I think my family probably just watched too much James Bond when I was kid. Today I got a bit of chance to try my hand at the dark underworld of international espionage (ok so a slight exaggeration).
For those of you unfamilar with the non-fatal game of Assasins here is a quick run down. Each person is give the name of a person who is their target. It is then their job to "kill" that person before they are killed by someone else. When you are killed you then give your target to your killer and that becomes their new target. Any type of nerf weapon is acceptable. It's simple enough.
The game began early this morning with most of the participants nervously making their way to classes and chapel. I took a different path to and from class and went to chapel early so as not to be caught in the open. I was doing great. After chapel I made my way back to my dorm room, my suitemate staying close to act as a shield and to serve as extra surveilance. At one point we even had to run for it, but I managed to make it safely back to my dorm. Upon locking myself in my dorm room I took a quick after chapel nap and then set out early for class. Once again I made it to my class without seeing any potential assasins. It was nearly noon when it happened. I was exiting the Reynolds center via the side door on the Communications wing. I was deep in conversation with one of my classmates. I stepped through the doors and felt something hit me in the leg. I looked up to see a man in trench coat , the tip of his neon nerf gun barely visible. I had been shot.
I quickly realized that not only was I out of the game, but I had the distinct honor of being the first person out. I'm a bit disappointed at being killed so quickly. But I suppose I should be thankful that I can take international assasin off the list of potential careers.
1 comment:
I'm sure it was the trench coat disguise that allowed the assasin to blend in so well at the preppy Harding University campus. You can never spot a trench coat amongst the thousands of fall-colored Polo shirts. Being the first person out simply means you have a real life. Enjoy the honor.
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