| Player Info | |
|---|---|
| Alias: | 'Ziplock' |
| Status: | Dead |
| Points: | 2 |
| Last point on: | 2005 October 18—05:20 PM |
'Ziplock' dueled with her target, 'Angel Eyes', and both of them died.
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.
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'Ziplock' killed 'Draco'
He was watching Gilmore Girls in his dorm room, and I and someone else were invited in to watch with him. That was when I got him in the chest with my spoon. Kurt is dead.
I was just relaxing in my room after a not really so difficult day of class and a psych lab. I thought that the roughest part of my day was going to be having elctrodes stuck onto my face and being forced to stare at a white computer screen for an hour straight, but like I said, I thought…
So I was in my room watching a very manly TV show after checking e- mails and stuff. (Actually it was Gilmore Girls, don’t judge, its funny, you just have no soul.) And appearently, no longer do I. It was ripped from my plump body with a white plastic spoon. PLATIC!!! Those televison commercials are true my friends, plastics make it possible, sigh they make my demise possible…
Turns out my assassin was totally cool. After wasting me, she informed me that she knew this kid on my floor, whom I’ve actually never met, WOOT FLOOR UNITY!!!! So now that thats done, I get to enjoy the afterlife! WOOT Elixir and Beer for me!
More stalking and stabbings for you…
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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.”