Foiled…I have been humbled. I forgot…”no matter how good you are, you can always be taken down like a punk by some bad case of luck that no amount of skill could counter in time.”

Ahh…it was an exciting day. I had been stalking my target, making him paranoid and fearful. No matter which corner he turned, I was there…and so his corpse would have been as well, had it not been for the luck of his dormmates entering the opposite way and spotting me. He was tipped off and I was out of luck. After setting up a grand plan, I went to English class.

...English class ended an hour early. I could hardly believe it – - I GET LUNCH ON THURSDAY?? This is incredible!

Unfortunately…this was where my hubris took me to my untimely end. I got cocky, and walked straight in front of the Douglas windows, flaunting myself and my nigh- invulnerability. Then I saw someone bust out of his room with a water bottle. Kotjan, I figured. I had worked out that he was my assassin…but I did not take time to validate this. I knew I was faster than most, and I used it…I got in the mail room before he got near the door. Hehe…’twas most amusing for me, imagining his thoughts as he realized his target just vanished into thin air.

Though in the end, such arrogance became my ultimate enemy, and my true killer. I knew my game was up…I was far too focused on taking my target than on protecting myself. Imagine my elation when I realized my assassin knew exactly who I am, and he had NO opportunities to even APPROACH taking me down. MWAHAHA! I died on the pointed end of that maniacal laugh.

I had imagined my death most glorious…my greatly capable assassin…plotting for an entire week, finally achieved the set of circumstances he waited for and manipulated. He would have me cornered by my own behaviour, and he would strike…destroying me utterly. I would die, but it would not matter, for it would be a good death. ...no such thing was the case. I went to lunch, full hubris in tow, and I saw Kotjan talking with Gordie. Well…Gordie wasn’t in the game, he couldn’t possibly be suspicious; I memorized everyone who is in the game! They noticed me and bolted toward me, ha…I could turn and evade, Gordie would catch up to me, but there’s no way he could hold me long enough for Kotjan to drench me. Then, the one thing I did not anticipate occurred…GORDIE SHOT ME?? Wait a second…”Gordon Tate.” I don’t know his last name…CRAP! That’s the missing link. It was HIM! He killed Kotjan and I became his next mark. I should never assume, but I do anyway! He wasn’t even stalking me…he was just…there.

Still…an opportunity is an opportunity. Were I in the same position, I would have taken the exact same action. Kudos on the kill, you took the opening and that is always what must be done.

Still…I stab at thee from beyond the grave. You shall NEVER touch my target tomorrow! You shall fail in taking this elusive shadow, and I shall ensure it!

(NOTE: I did turn up the dramatics…but I’m just having fun; I’m really tired and excitable. Hehe.)

Primary objective failed. Mission: Failed. Operative: Neutralized.

Re- assignment: Protect previous target from assassination.