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'Ziplock' dueled with her target, 'Angel Eyes', and both of them died.
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| Meaning: | 'Angel Eyes' and 'Ziplock' eliminated eachother. |
| Created: | 2005 October 18—05:20 PM |
| Published: | 2005 October 18—08:46 PM |
| In game: | Campus-Wide Fall '05 |
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After unsuccessful attempts to lure my target out of his living quarters, I decided that I’d had enough playing around. I confronted him in neutral territory and made a proposition: him, me, a couple of spoons and the ISR courtyard. Morgan agreed but, not trusting me, guided me to the courtyard with the barrel of his gun. After we arrived, we each discarded our guns (his water, mine Nerf) and all of our spoons but one.
I looked into his eyes, knowing that this went against everything that the word “assassin” stood for; I should have killed him on the way to the duel. But honor is honor, and there was nothing for it now.
“Are you ready?” I asked. “Let’s do this.” We approached each other cautiously, studying every move. After a few initial jabs, I realized I was too slow. We circled, jabbed timidly, circled some more. Suddenly, we both rushed. There was a loud “SNAP!” as two spoons broke on contact. I looked down: there was a spoon sticking out of my gut. I looked at my opponent in shock only to find him staring back at me, a spoon sticking out of his as well.
My last thought as I sank to the ground was, “Well, at least I got him, too.”
It was a sunny afternoon. I was sitting in my room, watching some TV, when the phone rings “Hello, this is Amy at the front desk, we’ve had a package for you for the past three days, do you think you could come pick it up?”. I was not going to fall for that, so I sent my roommate to check things out. There was no package and no Amy at the front desk. My Assassin had made her move. After waiting another 10 minutes, I decided to scope things out for my self, I openned my door and took a few steps down the hall when I noticed two strangers come towards me. I ran back inside and grabbed my biggest gun and left the door open. After having a pleasant conversation with her accomplice, she revealed her true intentions. She made a proposal “I can either wait outside your room all day, or we can duel.” An interesting thought, I can eagerly accepted. We went down to the courtyard, set the rules, and began with each of us with a simple plastic spoon. After some fancy foot work and many blocks, I lunged at her open torso and broke my spoon in her stomach. I smiled in triumph, but I looked down and saw the blood dripping from my chest, her broken spoon in her hand. “It’s a draw then” I gasped with my last breathe, and we both collapsed. I have no regrets, we both died with honor.