There are currently 27 deceased Mole targets. That leaves 13 targets alive but very badly burned.

I'm keeping running track of the score in the log so check there if you want to see who got points for stuff.

Every noise is critical when people are out to kill you. Never let your guard down.

3:00 a.m. Monday Morning (11-8-2004): Bart's ghost, freshly dead takes his toll on the living, bringing Kevin death and deafness:
Kevin's death: I placed a motion sensor (110 dB) in his room at ~ 3AM. It went off ~ 3:30. He knew I opened his door -- he heard me place the bomb, which was ok as I just wanted him to move in his room. Since the bomb did not fall or move off of where it was placed, we both came to the conclusion that he must have moved in his sleep and set it off.

This just goes to show that at Tech, you shouldn't sleep. It's as simple as that.

8:00 p.m. Monday Night (11-8-2004):
From: Chris Moore
Subject: Oh my god!!
Yes, I killed Kenny. Being up in hell, but unable to remeber where Mike Inadomi lived, I instead broke into the double and placed a lever switch connected to a buzzer underneath Kenny's chair. Using a radio shack bag found in the room to cover this straight from radio shack bomb, I left, and was later informed I was successful.

7:45 p.m. Monday Night (11-8-2004): Can you tell from this message whether Chris killed Bernadette?
So Bernadette just came the computer lab to check her email, and I set up a four quarters on a piece of plastic bomb on the doorknob of the lab. (So that's why Swamp always does so well) After about five minutes, I heard it go off from my room, and retrieved my dollar.
 

10:13 p.m. Monday Night (11-8-2004): Sandy kills Drew on his way out of the bathroom:
Drew is dead. I have been sitting here in my room all day, which just happens to be across from the pub bathroom. I saw Drew go in, and I quickly placed my keys on the door stop and left a post-it note death note. He opened the door and died instantly.

1:00 a.m. Tuesday Morning (11-9-2004):
George's email:
I was real hungry, so I asked Scott and Dima if they wanted to go to the coffeehouse. I stupidly went to ask Matt if he wanted to come. When I got to the SAC, the door was bombed. I diffused a bomb intended for Matt, but died of another bomb.

Scott's email:
Also at about 1 george asked if i wanted to go to the coffee house, and then went to get Krogstad to see if he wanted to come so i rigged the door to the sac with two buzzers one for george and one for matt, george came through the door killing himself and defusing the bomb for matt.

4:00 a.m. Tuesday Morning (11-9-2004): Dima killed two in a row:
So I left my keys jammed in the back left door of my car, and labeled a note on the form of a Shop Tool Checkout, Name: Dima, Tool: Chris-Killing Apparatus. Unfortunately, Chris was paranoid enough to not want to go to pantry, but Jeff seemed interested, so I quickly ran of to change the name while Jeff went to get Joey. I told Scott to call shotgun and Joey to sit in the back right. Scott called shotgun, and Jeff, in his awesome wisdom, decided to call "Back Left" pretending to be a smartass. Well, that proved to be fatal. This is an individual kill.

Earlier in the night, Scott and Maryam were in the computer lab, so I told Scott loudly, "hey Scott, excellent opportunity to kill Jeff. Let's go."
Instead, we went to trap Maryam's door. Her defenses were quite adequate, as every entrance into the room was sealed and taped. However, a yellow manila envelope situated to the left of her door provided an excellent cover for a 120db RadioShack Siren Bomb (tm). Marlena tells me that Maryam died as a result while I was busy killing Jeff. This is a split kill for myself and Scott.

5:45 p.m. Tuesday Evening (11-9-2004): George kills Matt Wescott:
I "bombed" his midterm by placing a small sheet of paper folded and cut so as to look pointy.
It was "supposed" to function as a pop up type thingy, kind of like the idea you guys had for the little T and Charleton Heston. Apparently it didn't look very knife like.
I planted the bomb at 6am this morning on the first page of his 125 midterm.

5:48 p.m. Tuesday Evening (11-9-2004): Adrianne dies and sends me the following:
I was killed by Kenney!!!

So, I got back to my room and I noticed my desk was a little different than I had left it, but I figured maybe my room mate had been looking for a pencil or something so I shrugged it off (fatal mistake)

So I take a nap, and then I wake up and decide to clean my desk.

So I move my physics book....

and I see a switch had been set off!! and I hear a count down...

and then a bomb noise!!!

and then....

I hear evil laughter comming from somewhere, and !!!

the ride starts to play!!! OH NO!!!

So I quickly dismantle the bomb (even though I'm dead) and avoid getting wet.

so. I'm dead. Kenney killed me.

Kenny sends me an email an hour later with far fewer line breaks:
About 2 pm today I hyperspaced into Adrianne and angela’s room in cannes. It was really easy since they are so close to the bypass. Once in, I placed the trigger under a physics book on her desk and the actual device behind a bunch of stuff under her desk. When she lifted the physics book, it triggered the device, which played some sound effects from worms and the ride. I was informed at dinner that I had killed Adrianne when I saw her with black x-s on her eyes. Also, when the bomb was returned to me, it was disassembled.

9:19 p.m. Tuesday Night (11-9-2004): Scott uses his suicide bombing to kill Vanessa:
Vanessa came to Batcave to eat with Jeff, Dima and i seing this put a keychain bomb on the outside of the front door assuming no one else outside of batcave would come over, However Laura came to help move Chris' bug and defused it. Dima having gone off somewhere, I devised of a new bomb a opened tennis can with two balls in it, I then stealthly went into the kitchen and started puting the bomb on the ground between her legs. However she noticed my action before i could finish when she turned around. Pretending to sheepishly give up i wait a few minutes and strike again this time with greater stealth. Having placed the bomb i moved out of the way giving her room to turn and kick the bomb killing herself as the tennis balls spilt onto the floor.

1:55 p.m. Wednesday Afternoon (11-10-2004): George & Eben kill Ichabod:
Eben and I noticed that John and Amanda left the confines of womb at 1PM and we took advantage of the opportunity.
We broke in and placed a motion detector alarm to kill Ichabod.

Ichabod, the cat, attempted to sneak by the motion detector into the bedroom, but the alarm went off and the cat was killed.

7:15 p.m. Wednesday Evening (11-10-2004): George & Eben kill John:
Right, so George and Eben killed me with a 120-dB motion detector in my closet. But they won't be getting it back. Since there was no way to turn it off without a screwdriver, I was forced to destroy it. Possibly parts of it can be scavenged from the floor of the courtyard near the cannon.

7:22 p.m. Wednesday Evening (11-10-2004): Laura gets here first kill:
I killed Mike Inadomi at dinner tonight. I took the seat next to him, then went straight to the kitchen to write a death note on a bit of napkin. I wrapped up 2 pop pops in the napkin. When no one was looking I put them on the floor by his feet, waiting for him to go to the kitchen again. But he didn't, and dinner was coming to a close, so I decided to be more bold. With my foot I nudged the pops under his foot (his toes were on the ground, his heels on the chair). He moved once without dying, and I nudged them under his feet again, this time hitting his foot twice, but he didn't notice. Finally, as he was about to get dumped he pushed back his chair and died.

7:22 p.m. Wednesday Evening (11-10-2004): Mike Wilson dies at the hands of his Girlfriend:
Arthi paid to have all the Mikes dumped at dinner tonight. I thought to myself, "OK, that's kinda funny I guess." But when I went to get some fresh drawls from my drawer a handful of change signalled the end of my earthly life. As everything faded to black I noted a note:

"Dear Mike, you're dead. Love, Arthi"

Moral: just because you're too lazy to change your room combo doesn't mean your girlfriend will forget it.

-Mike "dead as a doorknob" Wilson

7:31 p.m. Wednesday Evening (11-10-2004):
Phil and I went on a journey to Heaven to take Mr. Root. We intended to be sneaky, but Candace heard us coming and decided to hold Mr. Root to protect him. Phil began to talk to her, while she eyed us suspiciously. I then grabbed Mr. Root from her hands and ran. Phil saw Candace calmly arm herself with her bow and arrow, at which point Phil ran like Hell. We got back to pub where we had cleverly tied a string to a stuffed whale, and hung the string over my doorknob and anchored it to the ground. When we came with Mr. Root, he decided to play with my kitchen torch which was set up in front of the string. He turned the torch towards the string, cutting it, and the whale fell on his head, killing him. As the whale fell on his head, Candace came and shot me with her bow and arrow, but it was too late.

In case you don’t believe this story, attached is video Phil took of the event. You can’t see much, but there is lots of screaming.

[Video link to be posted shortly]

Candace replies:
Actually, I would like to state that I was shocked. SHOCKED! by the audacity of snatching Mr Root from my arms. Not since the days of Elliott's iguana had I seen such deeds performed. For a moment I was overcome by hopelessness, but then I looked at Phil grinning at me, and I knew I had to try to save my friend. Fortunately, some scurves had given me a "boss bow" for my birthday, and I guessed - correctly - that the two had returned to Pub. Unfortunately, I arrived too late to prevent Mr Root from playing with fire (stupid cactus), and alas, he died.

Elixirs may revive my cactus, but they will never mend my broken heart.
Root! I'll avenge your death someday!

3:35 p.m. Thursday morning (11-11-2004): Mike I kills Nathan:
At 3:35 PM today, Mike Inadomi killed me with a cleverly placed bomb behind my drawer in my desk. At first I thought it was an installation noise from I-tunes (I needed to download Quick Time to watch the Final Fantasy VII Advent Children trailer.) My complements on an amazingly placed bomb, and too bad I didn't get a chance to kill Mike earlier. But its sure took awhile considering my lock doesn't work to my room!

4:30 p.m. Thursday afternoon (11-11-2004): Dan is brutally killed in Ch4:
Today while working in the chem 4 lab, sandy walked in to use the NMR machine. I was already having a hard time and was behind as well. Sandy was using the machine when I walked up and told her that I needed to use it (being that if I didn't use it by the end of the day, I would end up even further behind) so she and the professor she was with let me cut in front of them. Being that I had no time to either sweep the area for bombs and would have to concentrate fully on the NMR, I asked sandy if she had planted anything. She said no.
Knowing that she had been in my position before I though she wouldn't stoop to bombing me when I literally had no way of stopping it. It would be like putting a bomb out on the door of a windowless off campus apartment with a target inside who had to go turn in a final.
I guess I expected too much of her because about one minute later, the keys she had placed on the wheel of my chair just beforehand fell. Before I figured out what was going on, she had picked the note off of the ground and waved it in my face, telling me I was dead and claiming she hadn't lied, because she planted the keys after I sat down.

10:22 p.m. Saturday afternoon (11-13-2004): Po-Ru dies at Riverside:
Since I was at UC-Riverside the entire day today for a programming contest, I figured I'd take a couple extra precautions locking/sealing my door, etc. Well, death unfortunately found me 50 miles away from Caltech. While most of us were having a friendly conversation (read: arguing) with the judges after the contest, Joe Johnson (a social Mole, and co-conspirator with George) planted a motion detector bomb in my backpack. I was killed a couple seconds after picking it up.

5:41 p.m. Saturday afternoon (11-13-2004): Glenn dies and James confirms it:
I retrieved the bomb and downloaded the log from the EEPROM in the
microcontroller. It says it's was triggered only once for <2 minutes.
Let me know if you think that's sufficient.
-James

> -----Original Message-----
> From: Glenn Jones
> Sent: Saturday, November 13, 2004 5:41 PM
> To: James J. C. Mao
> Subject: Bomb
>
> Hello,
> I got into my office a bit ago and noticed a chirping sound and found
> the source to be your bomb. I can't tell if i set it off or not though
> because I think it was going off before i sat down at my desk. I
> notice that it is accelerometer based, so maybe the accelerometer
> detected me walking into the room and the door shutting? If you think
> it's a kill that's cool, otherwise, you can have your bomb back and
> try again. It's a clever bomb. I flipped the switch to turn it off so
> that it wouldnt bother my office mates (it stopped the chirping, but
> i'm not exactly sure how it's
> wired.) You can pick it up where you left it, considering you seem to
> have had no trouble getting into my office.
> Glenn

7:57 p.m. Tuesday evening (11-15-2004): Jeff Graham dies from a mail bomb:
Well, I went to get my mail to-day, and I got what looked exceedingly like a note from the registrar to-day--window in the envelope, standard font, what have you. I opened it, and found that I was buzzing. I first thought "blast it, I'm dead. I wonder if there's a signature" and second "well, at least it's only a bomb." Vengance, sweet vengance shall be mine!

7:57 p.m. Tuesday evening (11-15-2004): Matt finally kicks the bucket:
After a week-and-a-half of psychosis-inducing paranoia, I have finally shuffled the mortal coil. I waited dinner tonight, and a certain Michael Wilson was throwing and wasting that tasty cornbread, hitting me with it. At the end of dinner, I brought Mike his pitcher of very cold and icy justice, and dumped him with it. However, the rogue had rigged himself with a bomb that exploded as soon as the water hit it, and he showed me a note, "Mike kills Matt K." In my last spasms of rigor mortis, I was able to dump him with the remaining fat milk for bringing reading material to dinner -- kill by the dumping, die by the dumping, as the saying goes -- but my vengeance did naught for my life.

At least I was able to legally imbibe some fine whiskey before the end . . .

Still mighty risky,
Matt Krogstad, the Kroggdawg

9:53 p.m. Sunday evening (11-28-2004): Sandy kills Ryan with a psychic yearbook bomb:
So ... I really can't judge. And since you are 73H 4RBI70R (or whatever), I guess I'm supposed to give you a precise account of what happened and let you decide. With your Plasma Sword of Impartiality?

* I had every reason to believe there would be a bomb. Circumstances. People constantly mentioning my status as a target. And not to mention the fact that the book's cover was bulging up by about a quarter-inch, lol.

* I had Sandy put it on one of my tables @ ~12 noon. Did not touch it.

* We then go out, have lunch, go grocery shopping, etc. Various stuffs for ~5 hours.

* As she leaves, she forlornly (?) looks over at the yearbook. Denying her the chance to see me look at it (although I did invite her to show me some pics earlier ... *shrug*), I escort her to her car.

* I then ask my father, like, within 5 seconds of her leaving XD, to open the book.

* My dad opens the book. I behold the bomb. Nothing happens. No flash. No smoke. No sound.

* I tell my dad to close the book. He does.

* I go over and press on the cover. Nothing.

* I then open the cover. Noise. Laughter?

* I then take the bomb out of the yearbook.

* I then ponder, "What does this constitute as? A case of discovering a landmine, asking somebody else to kick it, they kick it, nothing happens, thinking it's a dud, and then walking onto it only to be blown up?"
Concluding it does ... I then wonder whether the verdict is ASSASSINATION SUCCESSFUL or ASSASSINATION FAILED.

My gut feeling is on the former ... i.e. she gets the points, I died, and everybody is happy. But then again, ghosts don't have guts, do they?

- Ryan Nasserizafar

P.S. Thanks for the yearbook, Sandy and everybody else!

9:19 p.m. Tuesday night (11-30-2004): Yuan lets out his dying gasp:
scott killed me with a motion detector.

9:19 p.m. Tuesday night (11-30-2004): Sandy kicks the bucket a day after becoming Master Assassin:
So, earlier tonight Phil stopped Scott from placing a motion detector outside my room, but Jeff managed to place the same detector in my room, killing me as I walked in.

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