BROOKLYN DIE-CEUM, OR: MIKE’S CALLIN’S AT THE GATES OF HELL
MIKE SCOLLINS met a tragic end last night at the in Brooklyn, the victim of an intense assassination that was very nearly botched.
At approximately 1:30AM, Mr. Scollins headed to the disgusting restrooms on the first floor of the Brooklyn Lyceum, and after assassinating his urge to urinate, was pulled aside by a friend in the anteroom. An observant player noticed him conversing, unarmed and out of view of possible witnesses, and alerted Mr. Scollin’s assassin in a clutch and deadly assist. The killer entered and walked to within inches of Mr. Scollins and drew his weapon. Mr. Scollins did not notice. The assailant cocked his weapon. Still, Mr. Scollins was ensconced in his conversation. But as his killer’s finger tightened around the trigger, a stall door opened and out walked ANOTHER PLAYER IN THE GAME, WITNESSING THE KILL ABOUT TO TAKE PLACE. Mr. Scollins was still oblivious as his killer holstered his weapon, walked over to the witness and whispered a swift, direct and profanity-laden request for him to exit the premises. When he had exited down the hallway, Mike’s assassin closed the door to the anteroom, apologized to the unarmed and finally aware Mr. Scollins and gunned him down with three deadly darts.
Goodnight, Mr. Scollins. You may not have the best peripheral vision of all the contestants, but you were a worthy opponent. And the picture you sent in was by far the shiniest.
To Mr. Scollins’ target: You have a new assassin now, one that MIGHT KILL YOU IF HE HAS TWO OTHER PLAYERS THERE TO HELP. YOU ARE IN MARGINALLY MORE DANGER PERHAPS THAN BEFORE. BEWARE THE DOUBLE-ASSIST KILLER.
