I waited outside for a long time, and finally he came out and i got him.

6 down, the rest to go

My accomplice informed me of the identity of this person. He then found him in the caf, where I waited for what seemed like an eternity. He finally started running away from the caf, where I chased him for a long while. Just as he was about to open the door to RNT, I shot him in the kidneys. It was a good chase, and he put up a good fight. But the superior player again came out on top.

Flip flops Flopped. Sorry bud.

Some people just have too much time on their hands…

Got caught on my way to class

A long long dinner ended in Mike’s back being drenched in way too much of the water from my trusty bottle. He’s probably pretty cold now.

It’s not easy being green.

After much communication, usage (is that a word?) of resources, and the help of many small children, it happened. Booked it after him and got him after going into the mail room. He was cool about it, I respect him.

I got him so bad, walked out of the caff and smoked him. Then he lied to me, told me his name was Jordan. I asked his RA who came in the caff shortly after, and he told me that it was him.

He was elusive.

phew; what a run… thanks mud :)

My spy was in the caf scoping out his own kill when he saw Hodge. I then waited for him as he entered douglas. It’s a shame Keharn and him had to go in the same exact spot…

Goodbye Brother!

Me and an accomplice of mine were on a stakeout, and low and behold we caught him!

Using my Bat powers to hide in the bushes my target did not have a chance to see me sneak up behind his vehicle. 4 down, the rest to go.

So we all kind of knew something was up. I saw him in the caf, yadda, yadda, yadda… N E ways, I get back to my dorm to eat some food. Right when I get down someone comes running down the stairs. He was either after one of my dormmates or I. So I went into the upper lounge to heat up my food, when my target came up the stairs with the guy who was chasing me. They talk for a bit and then walk down the far stairs. I panic, knowing they will probably re- enter the 5/4 wing through the lower lounge, a zone not safe. I was blessed to find a water bottle sitting on the counter, which I proceded to fill up with water. I dashed down the stairway, waiting for them at the door. Once Keharn opened the door, I ended his life.

I saw him in the caf, so I camped out near the check outline, as he was getting up to leave, my plan was set in motion, a few loyal comrades of mine spooked him out of there, and he ran right into my trap. He was so busy running from my decoys that he basically ran right into me and. . . bingo.

Hey tried to kill a friend I intervened and killed him

Outside the caf; no chance

Well I guess he didn’t know he was playing…Man, he was elsuive the past two days though!

The mennonites are on the loose! I got him with borshe

I was standing on top of a building with my batlight, then I saw someone attacking a innocent helpless victim so I flew down and attacked him, 3 down, the rest to go

sometimes, plans are unnecessary. Traps can end up being useless when your prey walks into your arms. I caught him walking to class and sprayed him quick and easy. It was all over in a flash. Props to him for being a good sport.

he thought he knew who was after him

I was eating lunch in the caf. and when I was about to leave, Lu was looking for a table to sit at. I have talked to Lu a number of times before, so it wasnt strange for him to come over and sit with me. I just waited him out. and when he said lets go. I followed him out of the caf and said, “Im sorry Lu” and shot him. Lu frustraitedly crupled up his mission card and threw it, and said. “there is my next target, go get him.” so after I chaised my next guy down and killed him. it occured to me that Lu suddenly wanted to go because he saw his next target and was preparing to kill him, but I luckley took his kill and gave my dorm, 5 LOWER, two more points.

I was watching him in the caf today at lunch. He was attempting to be sneaky by going into the parking garage to get away. I tracked him on the outside of the library and ran to my dorm. I then walked into the 6 lower stairwell waiting for my target. My heart began to beat faster as I heard his wet shoes tredding on the damp ground. When he approached the door, I slammed it open and took him out. A very successful stalk and kill, if I do say so myself.

Grabbed a little snack after class to sit and wait for my prey. Then I pulled some ninja moves and attacked. 2 down, the rest to go.

With great hunger for my first taste of blood, I found a seat in the cafeteria with my dorm through the supper rush, as we scoped out our targets. Finally, Jonathan emerged, and fortunately he found a table nearby to me. I had a friend observing his movements as he arose from his meal and headed towards the door. Along with his body- guard, he nervously waited by the exit, so I quickly exited by a different route and non- challantly stood near the path to Douglas chatting with others searching for their target. Suddenly Jonathan began running urgently down the path towards me…so I intercepted him along way and he lost his life.

i was eating dinner at the caf when I saw him buy food and leave for drama practice through the atrium..i ran out of the caf and cut him off outside the atrium doors..he ran and i ran after him..as i got him wet, he slipped on the muddy lawn and got mud all over his pants, dropped his books, and his plateful of steak and veggies..i felt bad..

was eating dinner. Upon finishing dinner noticed target’s friends (found his friends from facebook pictures) sit down. Waited for target to join them. Target joined them. Decided upona second dinner to kill time. At 1800 hours target got up to leave. Followed from distance and took the kill. Day 1 highly productive.

he was walking and i got him… thats it… no fun stuff

The strident chirping of the afternoon birds was the only harbinger of the atrocities to come. I stood from a fellow friends window and watched intently as my target strode briskly back from lunch. Interesting…it seems his daily eating schedule had shifted. Hot dog in hand, he seemed to give little notice to the sun’s life- giving rays. In seconds I bounded, weapon in hand, down the stairs and to the door. “I’m sorry Curtis.” I said (kinda). He had no time to respond – I pulled the trigger and released his fate. I then apologized and sauntered slowly back to my room. My first kill.

I found Chimdi Nwosu in the front of the douglas building and i killed him

Starting off the game Gerrit wasn’t all to pumped for it, ‘sure it’ll be fun’ he thought, but wasn’t really serious about it. That was before he got two kills. He was ready for anything after that, keeping his water bottle at his side at all times and keeping a wary eye out, he thought he was invincible. That was until his lot fell to death. He was on his way to Physics, keeping a quick pace and wary eye. Nothing could surprise him. He had it planned out, walk through as many buildings as possible, and take the closest entrance to them possible. It almost worked. As he was approaching the steps to Neufeld, thinking he was in a safety zone, he let his guard down, and didn’t look back, until it was too late. He heard death approaching quickly, he knew his time was up. In a last attempt to escape he reaches for the door knobs to get in, only to have his blood spattered on the window. His time had come, death was imminent, and his fate had befallen him. This is only the first of many ‘deaths’ to happen. So watch your back. Even though death may not get you itself, you can be sure somewhere along the lines, it was behind the plan.

Starting off the game Gerrit wasn't all to pumped for it, 'sure it'll be fun' he thought, but wasn't really serious about it. That was before he got two kills. He was ready for anything after that, keeping his water bottle at his side at all times and keeping a wary eye out, he thought he was invincible. That was until his lot fell to death. He was on his way to Physics, keeping a quick pace and wary eye. Nothing could surprise him. He had it planned out, walk through as many buildings as possible, and take the closest entrance to them possible.  It almost worked. As he was approaching the steps to Neufeld, thinking he was in a safety zone, he let his guard down, and didn't look back, until it was too late. He heard death approaching quickly, he knew his time was up. In a last attempt to escape he reaches for the door knobs to get in, only to have his blood spattered on the window. His time had come, death was imminent, and his fate had befallen him. This is only the first of many 'deaths' to happen. So watch your back. Even though death may not get you itself, you can be sure somewhere along the lines, it was behind the plan.

I killed him coming back from the caf at like 2.

1 down, the rest to go

On his way back from ES. Didn’t even really know who his target was, just that he was playing.

Luck would have it that as I went outside to watch my colleague make his kill, my target came casually walking across the campus towards me. I played it cool, pretending to be looking for around the corner of Douglas for someone else. Then I slowly approached, engaging in chat chat, only to shoot a line of death his way. [sorry ketchum, the defensive kill doesn’t swing for this game]

My nimble messenger emerged from the depths of the weight training room, risking his very life, with fragile information: John Morrison was in attendance that day in class and was en route to the rebel base. He swiftly overtook the enemy and relied this intelligence to me. Little did the “rebel scum” know that he was walking into a trap. I awaited him in the lounge and intercepted at the back door. With a confused and terrified expression on his face he breathed his last (metaphorically speaking). Reluctantly he handed over the name of his never- to- be victim and proceeded into Douglas with his tail between his legs (also metaphorically speaking). I send my regards and utmost thanks to my messenger.

Don’t forget, it’s 2006 Tax Collection time; John didn’t pay, and look what happened to him. Uncle Sam wants you.

I had no idea who Jordan was, just that he was from douglas north. I spotted someone walking across campus that was from north douglas so I ran up to him and asked if he was Jordan. He replied yes, and with that answer I killed him on the spot. Jordan was a good sport. Better luck next time.

He was in my class. I followed him out and bamn!

End of Story

Sorry bud; head down; no chance. :)

As he left his dorm, I followed. He went through the mailroom, but I guessed his intended destination, and took an alternate route. We made eye contact upon rounding a corner and after a chase sequence, he met his demise.

I left for class early.

After descending to 4 Lower, I turned to my left and started down the long dark hall. Seconds before I reached my target’s door, he emerged, locked it, and started down the hall just ahead of me.

As we reached the far door, he fiddled in his pack for his bottle. I took a moment to prepare my weapon.

We stept out in to the light and I released him from his fears.

He was walking out of the gym right before chapel. Just goes to show what happens to heathens.

He was enjoyin the sunshine

There he was… eating in front of me in the caf. I had to go to my class, so I got up and started walking. I had no water. I left through the atrium doors, and saw a birdbath. My hands cupped and scooped some water, and I searched and stalked him… His name was __.

I wet his pants.

Well, after a failed stake out after class and after chapel, I aimlessly walked over to the Caf and sat down with two friends (or at least, I tried to appear to be nice and loving (Long Live Me, Nicollo Machiavelli)). After a dashing conversation about Mission Ops (which I appeared to be interested in talking about, but I could really care less (Long Live Me, Nicollo Machiavelli)), my dear friend and target prepared to leave. I then appeared to be interested in a gentlemen going into the men’s washroom, so, I said: “I must go. There are matters of the state I need to attend to.” I got up to leave, and my target had no idea he had eaten his last lunch with his soon to be killer. Being the fine man that I am, I waited outside for my fake target. Upon exiting the Palace of King So of Dexho, my target’s accomplice glared suspiciously at me. And of course, I appeared jovial making him think I was still waiting for my target. At the best possible moment, I pulled up my long tunic and charged at my target, drenching him (somewhat) with my water. (Long Live Me, Nicollo Machiavelli). After the kill, we jovially walked back and he stated: “I hate you!”

To which I replied jovially, “I’m sorry. Take a class from Cal Townsend and you shall learn the true knowledge of Nicollo Machiavelli.”

My question for you is, is it better to be loved or hated?

Appearances can be deceiving.

I ran! He ran! He got Killed!

His breakfast break backfired on him. Who’s next.

I befriended him, and kept him company during breakfast. He didn’t suspect a thing until he felt the water.

the first of many kills is accomplished.