| Player Info | |
|---|---|
| Alias: | 'swipper' |
| Status: | Dead |
| Points: | 2 |
| Last point on: | 2005 December 04—07:10 PM |
'swipper' won the game!
'swipper' won the game by being the first person to make two kills. He wins $10. Congratulations!
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'Mr. Pink' killed 'swipper'
I was on the phone talking to my family as they wished me a happy birthday when someone burst into my room and stole my present and ran out the door and down the hall!! How rude! As I wondered what kind of grinch would interupt my birthday celebration i walked out into the hall and was shot. Disgrace on the name of assassins… interupting a celebration. Tisk tisk…
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'swipper' killed 'Maybell Cox'
As she walked unsuspectingly down the hall, I whipped around the corner and remarked “Say hello to my little friend!” as I pumped dart after dart of the large nerf gun!
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'swipper' killed 'Malfoy'
“Is there a kurt in here?” was the question asked to the brightly lite room as the target watched tv. “Yeah, i’m kurt, why?” this was exactly the response that was hoped for… “the office has a package down stairs that they’ve had for a long time for you, just letting you know” After the false message was delivered the trap was set; laying in ambush the prey fell straight into the trap walking down a few min later and asking the office for his package brought a confused look from the desk clerk and a resounding echo of a gun blast as the nerf dark hit him in the chest… the body immediatly went into violent spasms as blood srayed everywhere… I pulled out a kandkerchief and wipped the splattered blood from the still smoking barrel, then cooly walked over the body and out the door.
Again, the television, it entrances me and I loose touch with reality… Not Gilmore Girls this time, but CSI, how apropriate, Crime Scene, well, there really is no investigation, but there was a crime scene. The Mailboxes…
So I was chillin like ice- cream- fillin and this guy walks by my room. He knocks and says, “hey Kevin, or uhh Kurt, you have a package downstairs and its been there for a while, so if you could pick it up, that would be great.”
This time, I wasn’t soo off my gaurd. I grabbed my wallet and keys and headed twards the door. But then something flashed across my idle mind. SPOON! I turned around and grabbed one of the three that have been occupying my pencil cup for the past week. I peaked my head outside my room incase my assailant was simply waiting there. When silence reached my ears, my heart slowed and my mind was put at ease. MY friend and I went downstairs to retreive this fabled ‘package.’ I sauntered on up to the mail counter and inquired as to the whereabouts of my mail. The lady at the counter was obvously confused; not even aware that a guy was working tonight, I became slightly suspicous, but only slightly. As I approached my mailbox, a head peaked around the corner. I dismissed it, honostly, my stomach was driving me, not my mind. With thoughts of candy and cake I looked into the small box of hopes labeled ‘491’ and as I turned to go back to the counter, I was pierced by a foam shaft of misery…
Damn Nurf guns…
HAppy Huntings!
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BOOOOOM HEADSHOT!!!!! (by headshot i mean torso shot, i just like cs a lot)