We have decided to not count Mr. Freund’s attempt to kill his target, Mr. Finnicun. It’s unclear whether Mr. Freund hit the victim with his water gun or not, but we think that it is not in good spirit to physically pin one’s assassin down.

I sat alone in my room, the lights dim. There’s a knock on the door. I yell “who is it”.

Another knock. I yell again. My mind’s racing with ideas of spoons and glory. I open the door (I’m safe here, i know that).

“You Matt?” He asks. “Yeah” I answer nervously. I know what comes next. “There’s a package for you down in Snyder. Perishable.”

I’m smooth – “Oh, alright. Let me put my socks on.” (No really – I was barefoot this whole time. Goes with being the “naked man” ;- ) )

I empty my pockets, less their contents distract me. I put a metal spoon in each. I peer through the peephole – nothing. Nervously, i open the door. Nothing. I look right. I look left. Nothing. I step out – and notice the hem of his jacket sticking around the corner. He jumps out, girly, purple water gun in hand. My manly spoon is out in an instant. Matrix- like, i jump backwards, and see water fly by my eyes. That was close – I could have died.

We were in a deadlock now – a standstill. I had no ranged weapons, he couldn’t cross the threshold into my domain.

We squared off. We chit- chatted. He almost convinced several passerbys to pull me out, but their resolves faded upon witnessing my spoon, and relizing that I was ready for this – I would stab anyone who tried.

He calls for backup. I call for backup. His says no – mine dosn’t answer. I send of a quick IM.

Ten minutes go by. He dissipears. I don’t believe it – it’s too good to be true. I return to the computer, and finish arrangements for increased security.

He re- appears, bladder empty.

The standoff continues – but then the knight in shining armor arrives.

My friend, bodyguard, and savior takes five bullets for me, but succesfully guards my person from attack as I make my move – The spoon lands home.

It’s a kill. My adreniline soars. He vows to reject the confimation. I vow to do the same to his mother.

... the game continues.