An Excuse for Procrastination

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Name:
An Excuse for Procrastination
Created:
2005 November 03—11:00 PM
Last event:
2006 February 24—01:45 PM
Description:

Location: University of Illinois (uiuc.edu) http://www.uiuc.edu/

Eligibility: This is a private game organized by Paul C.

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upvote Game is over 'Jet Black' has won.

2006 February 24—01:45 PM

We have ended the game, because there hasn’t been a kill in a long time. 'Jet Black' has won.

upvote 'Fire Extinguisher' killed 'Smagma'

2005 November 19—11:05 PM
   

I shanked Smagma! another fire extinguished

   
'Smagma' writes,

The fucker tricked me into leaving my comfy seat while writing a 9 page paper that was due the following day to go to the library so he could watch a movie. Then he stabbed me when I was leaving.

upvote Say bye-bye to Zach

2005 November 18—09:00 AM

Zach Speckman zspeckm2 was removed from the game by Paul’s request. His assassin, David Bergman, was assigned Zach’s old target:

upvote 'Fire Extinguisher' killed 'Phate'

2005 November 18—07:07 AM
   

Unlike some people I had restraint at Stephen’s bday party last weekend. THEN, an opportunity arose. As I walked out of class I had a good feeling. Coming down the hall I see my target. We exchanged greetings and as soon as he passes I turn around to follow. As Alex is about to step in his classroom I tap him on the shoulder. He turns around with the look of fear in his eyes. He is speechless as I pull my knife/spoon out of his spleen. The blood spurted everywhere, Niki can attest to this she witnessed the whole event. This battle has strengthened the soul of… Fire Extinguisher

   
'Phate' writes,

I was drearily meandering my way into my wednesday morning english class and I found myself wondering why I’m in the english building when I’m a physics major who has no actual need for an english class. I finally shood the thought from my head just in time to notice my good friend Fire Extinguisher standing at the water fountain. I gave him an undeservedly friendliy “hey” and promptly sank back into my morning daze. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see who but Fire Extinguisher… again I barely had my hand out of my hoodie pocket to get my spoon out of my pants pocket when it hit me. At first I thought – well, at least I don’t have to go to 218… but I also miss thanksgiving… a fair trade… that has yet to be seen.

upvote '[alias]' killed 'MonkeyTwizzler'

2005 November 17—04:15 PM
   
'[alias]' writes,

When invited to a poker game in my target’s apartment, I found it impossible to decline. I knew I would lose my $5, but it was worth it. I went to his apartment with friends, spoons carefully concealed in the majority of my pockets. After all, I had let it slip that he was my target, and didn’t know if he would be ready for me. We get to his apartment and casually ask if we can come in; his roommate understands but doesn’t care. Turns out he wasn’t even there – he was busy being a good student and doing homework. Pathetic. So we settle into our game, and I start getting lucky. Very lucky. At some point he comes home and watches the game. At the peak of my luck, the highest moment of the night, I ask to use the restroom, knowing it’s down the hall past him. I go to the bathroom, calming my nerves, and on the return trip to the table, slip a spoon gently into his back. Flawless. I did lose that $5 though.

   

I’ve been pondering the meaning of life and death lately. What happens to us after we die? Do we just lose any semblance of sentience? Is there a Heaven? Is there a Hell? Do Jews go to a different place from Christians?! I had sure hoped not, for that meant half of me would go one place and half another. Talk about a diaspora! So, anyway, as I was deeply involved in (watching) the poker game attempting to unnumb my brain from the numbing effect of generating functions and Stirling Numbers of the first kind, I felt my life seeping away. A spoon in the back. It felt like the release I was waiting for! I would soon know what death entails – not even history’s greatest poets could put this feeling into words!

Sadly, I’m a bit disappointed with death. It’s not all that much fun.

Players

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