| Player Info | |
|---|---|
| Alias: | 'Charles Foster Kane' |
| Status: | Alive |
| Points: | 2 |
| Last point on: | 2006 June 14—01:11 PM |
'Charles Foster Kane' killed 'Silent Falcon'
Alas, I let my guard down. The endless vigilence which had earned me seven kills failed me and thus I was stuck with a spoon in my stomach. Bravo, Caleb. If I were to be killed my anyone, I’m glad it was you. We’ve worked together before, and I know you’re the best there is. Good luck in the rest of the game.
REMEMBER…THE SILENT FALCON!
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'Charles Foster Kane' killed 'Walzasaurus'
I suppose this story begins with one fastball to the face. It got me, for sure, but I managed to keep my morale high. Friday night rolled around, and some of the baseball guys were coming over to watch Cole Hamels make his long awaited Major League debut.
It became evident a few minutes later that after a couple of days from hell, I was going to get retribution: Jamie strolled casually up my driveway. I was glad to see my bud, so I was frank with him. “You will die tonight”, I told him.
Minutes later, one Drew Tremblay and I made eye contact. It was a tiny bit arousing, but I got my point across… Drew got up, and retrieved a spoon from the kitchen. After making the drop on my lap, I calmly counted to twenty, making sure that I had a strangle- hold on this situation.
I pounced. Reaching for a pillow, I swiftly covered Sam Malcolm’s face (the only senior in the room), nearly suffocating him, while in one fell swoop, I reached into my pocket, agressively drew my spoon, and made the hit.
Hymes, I love you, but my house is a death trap. Never walk in here alone – my kill may have been disappointing, but a good assassin never passes on a golden opportunity.
Adieu.
My mute body laid intwined and infixed on the floor. [10 minutes prior]. Knowing i was about to walk into the lions den, that was the risk i was willing to take for a friend..or so i thought. Having quite arguabley the worst weekend of his life ‘Charles Foster Kane’ sat on his couch asking god why his past weekend had sucked so much balls. Determined to be a good friend knowing that ‘Charles Foster Kane’ was my assailent, i decided to stop over for some dinner and the Phils. Why you ask? was it because i was last years runner- up in the Southeastern good samartin award, or no maybe becuase it was because Surgar Ray Robinson died on this fatal day back in 1989. Whatever the reason i went. Upon entering i scanned the room for SMD (spoons of mass destruction). there were none. Then i began to mingle with people whome i thought were my comrades in my arm. Before i knew it ‘Charles Foster Kane’ had pulled a spoon out of the one place i hadnt checked….his ass. Then like lighting the brown, sepia, spoon was shoved into my abdomen while sam malcolm was suffocated by a pillow. I fell hard to the floor as my life flashed before my eyes, the women, the booze, the good samartin yellow ribon. My advice, never trust a quaker.
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I failed in my initial attempt to assault Justin as he was trying to leave his house for a graduation party. His mother came outside for no reason as I was moving into position and she put the house on red alert. (You all must understand, Justin’s family may well be more involved in this game than the Silent Falcon himself.) I eventually found cover on the roof of the shed in their backyard, and I observed the family’s defensive tactics. They were more than sound, and I feared I would not be able to make my kill on Lerman land.
Fast forward to today – I suppose this morning’s endless rehersals had dulled Justin’s mind. A bunch of us went out to lunch at Ardmore Station Cafe, my target included, and then we had to be back at school for chorus rehersal. Justin asked to ride with me…
Before returning to Shipley, I had to make an exchange at J Crew. Justin came inside, and while he was poking around in the upstairs womens section, Charlie and I shopped below. When I saw Justin coming back downstairs, I moved quickly. I pulled the spoon I borrowed from Ardmore Station Cafe, and the Silent Falcon fell. Charlie was too engrossed in a Broken- In Polo to witness the kill.
Justin played valiantly, notching 7 kills, but it finally caught up to him.