There are currently 24 deceased Mole targets. That leaves 8 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.
12:35 a.m. Tuesday Morning (10-29)
Christina Telles, well known for quick starts, killed Colin
Rundel.
As she puts it:
"Apparently he
didn't even know that he was a target. Anyhow, after earning his trust over
several weeks, letting him open my door when he came to visit, the special
night was upon us. I tied on a
little note [on windchimes] for him and hung them on the inside doorknob.
When he entered
to see if I wanted to go to the Coffeehouse (as we had arranged previously)
he was pretty dead. He was confused, being unaware of his target status and
all, but that's not important...what's important is that he sucks, and
therefore was the first to die."
Well, not too exciting a start, but it demonstrates an important principle.
This was truly a failing of the entire alley, since no one from his alley
warned Colin of his status. Let's hope Mr. Liptrap has better protection.
8:40 a.m. Tuesday Morning (10-29)
Kevin Peng and Matt Krogstad, denizens of Hell, assassinated their
poor, sick RA Fred Romberg.
It was a pretty standard clanging object, a Clanging IBC Bottle Bomb,
to be exact, hanging on Fred's door. Fred says he was out of it due to a
cold. So like Christina, the Hellions make off with an easy victory.
1:20 p.m. Tuesday, Bi 122 lecture (10-29)
Chris, biologist extrodinaire, vanquished the Phantom Kirsten
Welge with his Biology is the study of Death Bomb. His story reads...
"So, I'm infinitely lazy when it comes to alley assassins but some
opportunities are just too good to pass up. Kirsten was busy writing up
her Genetics set at lunch which was due at the end of lecture. Thus, as
usual, she was going to be late to lecture. She told me to pick up a
copy of the lecture notes for her so when she came in she could just sit
right down. I did so, but also realized how easy it would be to rig a
bomb in the pull-up desks of 119 Kerckhoff. I did this with one of
my lab keys and a scrap of paper torn from Kirsten's lecture notes for a
message. Thus, Kirsten the hapless biologist was killed by a rather
apathetic biologist in a biology class with a biology key and a set of
biology notes."
Another opportunity to lecture y'all about the Way of Paranoia: to be
a world-class target you must stop caring about classes. They are a
terrible distraction.
2:00 p.m. Tuesday (10-29)
Sandy Ottensmann, ever-caring one, knocked off her boyfriend Nick Van Buer
in a show of pure selflessness and holiday cheer with a Jingle-Bell
Bomb. As she recounts the story...
"This morning I rigged the passenger's side door of my car with jingle bells.
After we finished physics this afternoon, Nick and I decided to go out and
get groceries to make dinner. He was being paraniod, and checked inside the
car before getting in, but he obviously didn't look hard enough, so he died
instantly. I did this for his own good, because now he doesn't need to go
around for two weeks being paranoid around me :-)"
Finally, someone dies who is trying to be paranoid! Well, not hard enough.
Please, people, the first rule to paranoia is never open a door at
someone else's suggestion (no matter how subtle).
2:00 p.m. Tuesday (10-29)
James Mao, ever-lurking one, shot Kate Magary dead
with his Bubble-Wrap Bomb. Kate vents...
"That rotten Rudd James Mao had been giving me funny looks since midnight
last night. I came back from Glee Club practice and a neighbor told me had
been trying to break into my room before the game had even started. Well,
that made me paranoid all right. Later that evening, he dropped by again,
and Ewen and I kicked him out of our room for being weird. So in my history
class earlier today, my paranoia of him rigging my backpack and giving me
funny looks was obviously misplaced. Very obviously. I should have noticed
his absence from chem lecture, even him skipping the alkaline metals in
water demo.
"I was sufficiently paranoid to knock on my own door when I returned from
class at 2pm. Ewen thought the room was safe, but as soon as I moved my
chair less than 1/4 of an inch, POW! Death by bubble-wrap bomb, courtesy of
James.
"The moral? Even after being a loyal X-Phile for 10 seasons, I obviously
didn't learn my lesson. May Fox Mulder and the gang have mercy on me.
"P.S.- James can hear bubble wrap popping but not a can of asprin hitting
against his door? Someone needs to check his claim of a lame bomb."
James, James, that alkaline metals water demo is cool! Well, as I advised
after Kirsten's death, you have to give up at school to be a top-notch
assassin. I hope you're being honest about not hearing Reichstag's attempt
on your life, 'cause I'm dating the BoC.
11:50 p.m. Tuesday (10-29)
Jimmy Worchester was back-stabbed by his girlfriend Katie Stoy
and her IR Tripwire Bomb. Jimmy frustratedly reported:
"So in a horrible, traitorous act of diabolical homicide, I was slain by
none other than Katie. I was in the habit of checking only the outside of
my door for bombs, on the theory that maidenhead only has one entrance so
nobody can get in if I keep the door locked. However, some people don't
respect locked doors, and I had forgotten that Katie knew my combo. Upon
walking into my room I heard the horrible squeal of death. The offending
device consisted of two parts, which caused said squeal whenever the
infrared beam between them was broken. Neither part was visible, and it
actually took a fair amount of time after my death to find them, even with
hints from the murderer (who arrived to witness the grisly aftermath)."
Trust no one. Except your friendly Arbit0r. :-)
1:00 a.m. Wednesday (10-30)
The mischevious Kevin Duncklee lashed out against his old alley
by killing Arthi Srinivasan with his Pressure-Buzzer Bomb,
which sounds a lot like a Kdunck bomb I fell to last year.
Arthi rants:
"Insufficeint paranoia? No. Insufficient intelligence. Perhaps the sight of
kdunck sprinting up the stairs to hell would send shivers down your spine.
I was sufficiently frightened to have roughly all of hell, along with
kirsten, eager for a bomb defusement, to check my room throughly. they
checked the doors, the closets, the drawers, the bed, the chair, the desk,
and absolutely EVERYTHING i might possibly, conceivably touch.
"feeling reassurred, i securely locked my door again and left for a few
hours, not realizing that there was a bomb lying in wait for me. i
returned around 1 am to see kdunck suspicously loitering in purgatory.
and how many times have i ever seen him in hell in my month and a half here?
none. suspicious. so i tell him he's acting suspiciously and keep my eye
on him. the hellions perform another "thorough" inspection of my room.
"feeling relieved for yet another night, i open a drawer to get out my
physics binder. i notice a stray telephone cord in there. did i put that
there? well, i can worry about that later, right? after all, all of hell
checked my room! i shuffle binders around. uh oh. since when did my binder
make that buzzing noise?
"ever since that damn kdunck wired a telephone wire to a buzzer,
conveniently hidden under books, set to release at the slightest movement.
Speaking of lameness, he used an override key to get in! whatever happened
to old fashioned powerpunching?!
"yeah. kdunck, he's a sneaky one."
I feel your pain, Arthi. You sense something's amiss but brush it off, then
WHAMMO, Kdunck is laughing maniaically.
11:00 a.m. Wednesday (10-30)
Michelle Swann bombed Jeff Blackburne to pieces with her
Coke Can and Change Bomb.
Jeff's true confession:
"Hee hee hee. Boy oh boy did I ever have you guys fooled. You probably
thought I was being all paranoid, but you forgot one important detail:
I'm a moron.
"Greg opened my door this morning. No bomb. I thought to myself, 'I hope
there's no tripwire strung across my doorway.' Then I tentatively kicked
outward. A little too hard. Michelle's diabolical Sprite can full of 14
pennies and two dimes exploded, throwing Greg and me across the hallway.
Greg survived. I didn't. 'Nuff said."
10:20 p.m. Wednesday (10-30)
Randy White fell to Kevin Duncklee's cool USB
(Universal Serial Bomb). Randy protested strongly, but Kdunck's
detective work proved his own guilt in this homicide. He said:
"
So when Randy went off to ultimate, I was working on his computer. After
he left, I shut it down and attached my USB (Universal Serial Bomb).
When he turned on his computer, it made a nice buzz. When I saw that he
had signed on to AIM I messaged him:
[22:23] kdunck: yo
[22:24] Obscure 2A8: I can't believe you tried to bomb a pacifist!!!
[22:24] kdunck: tried?
[22:24] Obscure 2A8: You konw I ain't goin out like that!
[22:24] kdunck: you checked?
[22:25] Obscure 2A8: Hell no! You fuckin know that Raycroft defused that
shit
[22:25] Obscure 2A8: You can't stop the munth machine
[22:25] kdunck: what do you mean
[22:25] Obscure 2A8: Kdunk
[22:25] kdunck: what did he do?
[22:25] Obscure 2A8: in an valorous act of valor
[22:25] Obscure 2A8: he jumpted in front of it
[22:25] kdunck: after you turned the computer on?
[22:27] Obscure 2A8: Your primitive bombs have no effect on the likes of
me!
At which point he signed off. Not wanting to be outdone, I quickly
called Munth. Raycroft picked up and I asked him what happened in
Randy's room. He said that nothing had happened and was quite confused.
When I asked for Randy, I faintly heard them talking, then they hung up.
Obviously Randy was dead and unable to come to the phone.
2 confirmed kills, 1 pending..."
Watch out, Kdunck and therefore Off-Campus have edged out Swamp for the
lead. And he's poised for Master Assassinhood, which would put
Off-Campus in a well-fortified position. As proven last year, Kdunck is
an insatiable killbot. The best course of action now is a restraining
order, and that may not even work. Oh, you're all doomed!
1:20 a.m. Thursday (10-31)
Andrea Kung, after harrassment didn't work, resorted to trying
her old room for its old combo. Verily, the door opened, giving her
an easy way to kill Brandon Rawlings by setting up a
Moderately-sized Teddy Bear Bomb. She says:
"So, I left dinner early last night with the intent of taking a shower when
I realized that it was the perfect time to bomb Brandon, who I had seen
happily alive eating dinner. I wracked my brains for a simple yet deadly
bomb from my limited supplies (jingle bells and pipe cleaner)... the
Innocent Stuffed Animal Bomb. I figured I could do it the hard way by
hyperspacing into Brandon's room, but I thought I'd try my old combo first
(hey, you never know). It worked! The bomb and note were deftly and
cautiously attached to Brandon's Teddy Bear and replaced it on the bed..
Later that evening, Brandon thought it was safe to sleep after his bed was
checked for bombs. But no one ever suspected the Teddy Bear.
Miraculously, the Teddy Bear managed to escape unscathed, but Brandon
didn't.
Moral: Change your combo during Alley Assassins. The people who lived
there for the past 11 months WILL remember it.
"
6:30 p.m. Thursday (10-31)
Ewen Chao killed Tina Hsu publically at dinner with a
Dinner Message Skittles Bomb. From Ewen's perspective:
"I had spent a dinner earlier this week composing a pretty picture on my
plate, but alas, dinner ended before I could decide on whom to send my
message to. But, it gave me the idea of sending a bomb note instead. Most
targets were cautiously checking the dinner messages they were receiving,
but I figured a waiter wasn't going to avoid doing his or her job.
"So, I checked the waiter list for any possible targets and noticed Tina
who waits most Thursday nights. I asked Anne to sit at another table to
have someone to send the message to, and I also had my other alleymates
sit at my table to prevent any other suspicious people from defusing my
bomb. Vanessa had some of Sam LL's patented fruit pellets in her room,
which I wrapped up in a napkin and arranged upside down on top of another
napkin with the death note on it (written using Vanessa's pink pen - I
suppose I should have looked for blood-red, but pink is close enough).
Anne had been annoyed at the harsh scoring on the first Chem1a quiz, so I
decided to have Tina unveil Nate Lewis's head on a platter for her. I
had Vanessa flag down the waiters for me, and Tina seemed quite ready to
comply with the dramatic message - too bad for her that all those earlier
assassination attempts didn't teach her to be more paranoid about doing
things. She brought the plate to Anne, and lifted the top napkin and
unleashed its deadly cargo. RIP, Tina - and have fun with all the other
ghosts and ghouls this All Hallow's Eve."
On the recieving end, Anne saw the following events unfold:
"so i'm sitting there, minding my own business, and i see tina coming over
with a plate and some napkins piled on it. the top one is bulbous and she
says to me, "behold! i bring you the head of nate lewis!" and picked up the
napkin "covering his head". from inside the napkin, dozens of skittles fell
all over the plate. tina jumped a little and said something along the lines
of "what the heck...?" and then went to do more waiter-things. i looked at
the plate and under the skittles was written "fruit pellets of death! bye
bye, tina!" and signed ewen. so i called the note to tina's attention and
there followed a brief discussion regarding whether the bomb was intended
for the person to whom it was sent or the person to whom it was given. tina
figured the bomb would be meant for me since i'm a target too... but the
note clearly said tina. and ewen's in my alley. =)"
Well played. Public bombs are always more fun. Although it's technically
a suicide bomb for Ewen, since she handed Tina the bomb, I must say that
it was pretty cool trickery. Maybe I'll give you some points if you dream
up a classy way to bomb Nate Lewis. I remember Alley Assassin my frosh year
when I was contemplating planting one on Barry Simon's eraser. Ah, those
were the days.
8:00 p.m. Thursday (10-31)
Serina Diniega, social mole extrodinaire, skewered poor
Jesse Liptrap, Kremlin's only hope, with her Weapon inside
a Weapon. Liptrap tells the tale...
"Last Thursday night, fencing practice was even more violent than usual.
As a psychotically paranoid target, I had all
my gear checked
twice, even though I didn't see any moles at practice that night. An
hour later,
returning from a water break, I
reached
for my sword, the one that doesn't usually make that funny jingling noise.
Bells were hidden underneath the hilt. A weapon within a weapon. Not
sharp enough for sepuku. This is
how I learned
that my fencing team captain is a social member of Blacker.
Excalibur: 0 Holy Hand Grenade: 3"
7:30 p.m. Friday (11-1)
Christina Telles and Grace Wildanger (collectively) bombed a
short-haired Jesse Pino as he was getting a dustpan to clean up
after he was shaved by Grace (alone). Pino's story:
"That was the most expensive haircut I've ever gotten. It cost me my life.
As is the charge for all of Grace's haircuts, she asked me to clean up
afterwards. I went to grab the dustpan from vatican, and when I pulled,
the sound of my death came, in a 'Pennies in a Can Tied to A Piece of
String Hidden Behind the Bar Door Bomb' A note from Grace and Xina said
'Thanks for cleaning up. You're dead' It was a mountain dew can no less. I
hate mountain dew. Anyway, don't trust grace, she may look sweet and
innocent, but she's got a mean homicidal streak. I will call her Sweeny
Grace from now on."
Hmmm, I'll keep that homicidal streak thing in mind. Thanks for the tip.
11:20 p.m. Saturday (11-2)
Merc Chasman used her suicide bomb in classy-as-possible fashion
in a psychological fake-out of Lucie Lee. Merc tells the story:
"I lured Lucie out here on the pretext of needing to discuss some anime
club business, 'cause she's the other treasurer. I had a tin filled with
candy corn and other rattly stuff and tucked it in the folder I keep the
club's records in. I asked her to hold the folder for me while I went to
go throw something away, hoping she'd tilt the folder and the tin would
fall and land with a rattle. She noticed something strange in the folder
and took out the tin (without rattling it), and realized I'd tried to kill
her. I laughed sheepishly and told her she could keep the bomb (since it
was a dud and hence belongs to the target.) She opened the tin to see what
rattled, and was killed instantly by the light-sensor I'd put in along
with the candy corn. :)"
12:05 a.m. Monday (11-4)
Tina Hsu planted a Buzzer Bomb on Anne Rajala's
bag and Mik Garvey bargained his way onto the note. Tina reported,
"Mick, seeing my suspicious behavior, requested we form a
partnership: no bomb diffusing and Anne's death in exchange for points.
Too bad that decreases Vatican's absolute value score..."
Anne recalls the horror of being a target then dying...
"tina and mick killed me in the one place i end up alone *ever* -- ooc
rehearsal. i've been more paranoid than ever imaginable since monday ...
i've even posted guards when i'm in the bathroom and shower! it's silly!
and then, there i was in the middle of the night, saying "oh, if i go and
beg some random person to pick up my stuff and make a big deal about it,
tina and mick will probably decide to pull something at our next rehearsal.
neither of them have been especially active, and they were supposed to be
*working* at *singing* during the rehearsal..." HAH! i *knew* there was
something wrong when mick came to sit next to me!
"so i picked up my bag and it started buzzing! i knew it, i knew it before
it happened that it would but i tried to convince myself that tina and mick
weren't that mean and nasty! the non-moles leaving thought it was a fire
alarm. they were very confused."
Yeah, I hate that I-shoulda-known regret that so often follows a kill.
Well, the only cure for a regret hangover is to become a master assassin
and survive. :-)
12:20 a.m. Wednesday (11-6)
Mick Garvey and Sam LL slayed Laika Romberg with
their famous Huge Pole and Food Bomb. Sam recalls the heroicism:
"It was a cold November night -- cold enough to strike fear into the hearts
of men. And DOGS. Mick and I had been planning an ambush of Laika for
some weeks (1) now, and Mick happened to see her outside of his window,
roaming unconcernedly about her fenced-in yard. Quickly, we sprang to the
attack, pausing only to gather some baklava from the free table in the
lounge and a fistful of 10 foot long PVC pipes that I had cleverly bought
one week earlier under the guise of an alley ordering.
We remembered how after many trials and tribulations last year we had
finally done her in, and decided to continue the tradition we had
started: killing Laika with garishly oversized bombs. This time we
upgraded to a full ten feet for extra deadliness, and to an extra-skinny
pipe for added speed. The baklava added a festive multicultural air.
Balancing the pipe up against the bench, we noticed that Laika had
somehow disappeared. While debating our options, she came sprinting out
of Fred's apartment, apparently eager to take part in our yearly ritual.
We set up the note and quickly backed away out of the blast radius. At
first, she was too clever for us: she somehow ate all of our bait without
even noticing the bomb (or the note). Adding another half a baklava while
she was distracted and then again retreating to a safe distance, Laika
went for her second course. This time, she was also in for a dessert -- a
dessert OF DEATH! The pole toppled mightily, and crashed (sproinged) to
the ground. Laika lept at the noise (SPROING!), startled away from her
meal.
And thus, tradition and valor were upheld, the old ways were passed on to
future generations, and they all lived happily ever after. (Except Laika;
she died.)"
11:20 a.m. Wednesday (11-6)
Michelle speaks of her well-executed, premeditated slaugher
of Maki:
"I went to music class today with bomb in hand for Maki - a
monkey-sound-making bomb extracted from a greeting card. I had taped it to
my clipboard, put my note-taking paper over the top, and rigged up a piece
of tape and string with which I could attach the trigger to something of
Maki's that she would move. To my dismay, I found when I got to class that
Maki wasn't there. My dismay only lasted for a minute, because she came in
just a little late and was forced to sit behind me since the other chairs in
the vicinity of the door were already taken. At the end of class, I bent
down "to get my bookbag from under my chair," taped the trigger to a zipper
on Maki's bookbag, and left my clipboard on the floor. Maki picked up her
bag, and BOOM, the monkey-sound squeaked out from under the paper on my
clipboard. She looked a bit confused, and Elizabeth gave me a funny look,
thinking it was my chair that was squeaking or something. I pointed out that
Maki had a string (with a note on the end) attatched to her bag, and she
realized her unfortunate death."
4:20 p.m. Wednesday (11-6)
James Mao fell to a strange bomb from Sarah Adams which
I'll call a Stink Bomb. James says:
"So on my way back from Ch3a, Vanessa from Upper P was waiting
for me outside the steps to Mead. Obviously I was suspicious. When I
get back to my room, I find Sarah and Anne in my room tinkering...
Summary of Findings:
1) a windchime under my loft labeled not bomb
2) a lot of golf balls on my loft tied to a string on my mouse
(diffused)
3) a bag of garlic in my drawer (triggered)
I have been defeated by my favorite bulb...sigh:p"
Well done. Revenge is a dish best served cold. With a side of garlic.
6:00 p.m. Wednesday (11-6)
Eli Karpilovsky and Nick Piro killed Averyite Mike Wilson.
Eli's story goes...
"Hey Dan. So, here's the story of the wily death of one Mike James Wilson:
Nick had the means, I had the opportunity. At approximately 3:15pm, Nick
made an altoid box bomb; it was filled with pennies, but had adhesive to
it so it could be stuck to the underside of a backpack; as soon as someone
lifted the backpack, the lid would drag the penny holding container open
and spill awful awful death. He 'deactivated' the bomb by folding the duck
tape adhesive onto itself. I then went to CS1 lab (where Mike and I are
both TAs at the same time). While he was busy helping a CS1 student, I
re-activated the bomb and stuck it to the bottom of his bag-pack. Sure
enough, at 6:00pm when he went to grab his bagbook, he heard a noise,
shook his bag a little to figure out what was going on, and the pennies
ignited.
Someone set up us the bomb!!!
(that was what the note inside said anyway)"
Likewise, Mike added,
"I once thought that among my fellow CS1 TAs I would find companionship,
hope, and strength. But I found only death. In lab, Eli rudely kicked me
off my computer, then took advantage of me leaving my bag unattended as I
helped students through the joys of Scheme. As I grabbed it to leave, my
spidey senses (and ears) told me that something wasn't quite
right. Unfortunately, my insufficient parinoia told me "shake your bag
violently", and upon doing so I unleashed an expolsive rain of copper. The
computers in UGCS have hard metal cases to protect them. I had only
oh-so-mortal flesh. The last thing I saw was a tiny note informing me that
I had been set up the bomb, signed Eli K. and Nick P.
The moral is simple: don't TA CS1."
You guys crack me up. By the way, if anyone hasn't seen the
Online School of
Swashbuckling, you haven't led a complete life.
7:10 p.m. Wednesday (11-6)
Andrea and Random McColl killed fiesty feline Gazoz Hendrickson.
The only one who can speak tells the story...
"After having noticed that Sarah and Brian had left, and after having been
reminded that Random and I were the only ones in the alley who hadn't
killed anyone, this seemed like the perfect opportunity. (that, and
Random is rather jealous of Gazoz's freedom, so she was just begging me
to kill Gazoz for her. Or something along those lines.)
"It took several trial bombs before Random and I decided upon the
Catnip-in-a-Kleenex-tied-to-a-string-tied-to-a-cup-full-of-pennies-perched-on-the-edge-of-a-chair
bomb. (the catfood bomb was just too tasty to be moved, and Kleenex
provided just the right amount of aroma transmittance for the catnip to be
effective).
"So, after grabbing Michelle to be a witness, I went upstairs and set up
the bomb, nudging the Kleenex under the door. At first, no indication of
cat. We waited, and still no Gazoz. So, I went back downstairs to mooch
some of Random's catfood on the end of a ruler to act as bait. Meanwhile,
Sarah T went up the stairs, I loudly said "Hi, Sarah!" and Michelle
quickly relocated the bomb so no one suspected that anything was amiss.
"Once the coast was clear, I re-set-up the bomb, and more attempts were
made to lure Gazoz to the door. The catfood on the ruler proved an
effective lure to get Gazoz to the door ("Come on, cat, play with the
catnip, not the ruler..."), and once she was there, we backed away and
waited for her to notice the nice, tasty catnip.
"And soon, lo and behold, there was tugging on the string, then more
tugging, then CRASH! Pennies everywhere, and funny, the string stopped
moving. (an indication that Gazoz did indeed hear the crash;
additionally, a similar crash on carpeted floor definitely got a reaction
from Random, so I have no doubts that Gazoz noticed the tiled equivalent)
Tied to the string was also the necessary note: 'Gazoz, you're dead! Love
Random and Andrea'"
1:20 a.m. Friday (11-8)
Abby died at the hand of crafty Kdunck. Abby says,
"Second time's a charm. Yesterday Kdunck arrived at Shaft to fix
someone's internet connection. Those who were aware of this didn't see fit
to tell me, so it was with great surprise that I was blown to bits by his
classy, if extremely messy, thousands-of-corn-kernels-in-the-nightgown
bomb.
The death occurred at 1:20 am on November 8."
8:00 p.m. Denmark time, Saturday (11-9)
Christina Telles did indeed get a package across the Atlantic
in two weeks. Steve Paik fell to a Care Package...OF DEATH
Bomb, with a deadly message recorded on a CD. Steve says,
"So I had just finished taking the GRE's Saturday morning and had to rush
over to the post office to pick up a package. I was pretty sure it was
from Christina cause she had told me to check my mailbox the day before.
And I was also pretty darn sure she had sent me a bomb. Anyhow, when I
received it, it was a big envelope rather than a box like I'd imagined.
Curious... so this sneaky little vixen must have devised a slim bomb to
throw me off. Well, I played it cautious and opened one end carefully and
peeked inside. Nothing outta the ordinary. Whew. It was just a couple cd's
and a notebook. I still had my doubts though...what if the bomb were
inside the book? Just like in Shawshank when he cuts a slot for his tools
in his Bible. Anyhow, I slowely opened it and discovered it was a
scrapbook. Whew, I was safe. At this point I was completely relaxed and
just figured that she didn't have the time to put together a bomb. I even
felt a little embarassed for being so paranoid. Elated by the nice things
she had sent me I gave up any worries of a bomb until...
"...later that evening at home I played the cd she had burned for me. There
I was sitting at my desk hoping to hear some good tunes, and suddenly this
*acutely annoying* voice starts up on the first track. Oh crap. "Hey
Steve..." Yup, I knew my fate had come.
"The worst part was I had let all my defenses down and she got me right
when I was most vulnerable. Then to rub it in she dedicated the first song
to my being dead."
6:00 p.m. Monday (11-11)
Chris Moore and Kevin Peng inserted a Photosensitive
Buzzer Bomb into the emptied battery compartment of Harlon Kadish's
stereo remote. One slip up and Harlon was deaf-- and dead. Although in
his dying gasps he said...
"I was taking my chemistry quiz and talking to my
roommate about music when I absentmindedly reached for the remote control
for my stereo. I don't know why I did it; I wasn't going to
turn on the stereo. I like things neat, and I guess I felt the remote
shouldn't be lying in the middle of my desk during a chemistry quiz
like that. So then it started squealing, and I found a device in the
battery compartment. I only had six hours left in the game; what took
you guys so long? Thanks for returning the batteries, though. I suppose
I don't need them any more, do I?"
I surveyed the bomb used for this one and it was that bomb I made last
year that Kirsten graciously passed along to the Hellions. I'm glad it
was used successfully. I think planting is more than half the battle
in this game, and that was one excellent plant.
More Tales of the Dead coming soon!
Check targets for who's dead.