TUESDAY (FIRST) BLOODY TUESDAY
THE GAME IS FUCKING AFOOT.
THREE WORTHY CONTENDERS MET A GRISLY END Tuesday night at the hands of two deadly, deadly assassins.
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First, at 7:45PM, the reanimated corpse of MACKENZIE CONDON was leaving her place of work and was shot, again, by her persistent assassin, who escaped with his brains intact. Dead-ja vu. Goodnight once again, Ms. Condon.
But her assassin’s bloodlust was not to be sated. A mere one hour and thirteen minutes later, he succeeded in tracking down and killing his SECOND TARGET OF THE NIGHT, MRS. D’ARCY CARDEN.
Mrs. Carden, shown here a mere six months before her tragic end.
Mrs. Carden was the victim of a filthy double cross involving last round’s victor, one Ben Rameaka, who alerted her assassin to her presence via text. Even in retirement, Mr. Rameaka remains a brutal and unfeeling agent of death.
Mrs. Carden’s career as an assassin will come to a close, but she may yet have a part to play in this bloody dance we weave. Her husband, Jason, is alive and well, and no doubt the hot tears of grief and rage which even now stream down his widowed cheeks are strengthening his resolve as well as moistening his lapels. May your vengeance be swift and complete, sir. The world has lost a killer, but you have lost your true love. BEWARE THAT MAN AND PITY THOSE WHO STAND IN HIS WAY. HE HAS NOTHING MORE TO LOSE.
The reaper was not sated after Mrs. Carden’s death, however. While the double-kill champ was savoring his victory, another cold-blooded killer was putting a devious plan into action.
Not even Ms. Axford’s three Yakuza child fighters, shown above, could ensure her safety.
At 10:20PM, Ms. Axford was en route from the UCB Theater to McManus Cafe, where she heard only the words, “Excuse me” before being gunned down right in front of a Dunkin’ Donuts on 8th Avenue. Ms. Axford’s assassin is like a silent, polite shadow, but she isn’t above shooting someone in front of a doughnut chain.
Rest in Peace, Ms. Axford. Your elaborate costumes and trickery kept you alive for a time. But not for long enough.
Ms. Axford’s beloved is still alive in this game as well, the anguish in his heart mirroring the ache in his knees as he crouches in a laundry hamper in his target’s bedroom while writing this. NOW THERE ARE TWO ASSASSINS IN THIS GAME WHO HAVE LOST EVERYTHING BUT THE THIRST FOR REVENGE. PRAY THAT THEY DO NOT HUNT YOU. THEY WILL STOP AT NOTHING.
The game has truly begun now, friends. STAY ALERT.
