So there I am, spoon cleverly stowed out of sight, but easily accessible, enjoying some snackage at late night when my phone rings. “ooo maybe its your assassin” barks my roomie to whom I have just finished explaining the game, and who is having a grand old time laughing at my paranoia. I dont recognize the number, but naturally I pick up and say hello … but there is no response. Weird, i figure, but put my phone down and think nothing of it. Rejoining the conversation I notice the eyes of the friend in front of me shift to a space above me, a space occupied by a tall shadowy dark creature wielding a spoon. Before I can think I hear the words “Are you tessa?” Instinctively I turn, spoon ready to defend myself – but alas, I am too late, and realize I have already died by the hands of the sneaky stalker man. Damn.