“TELL ALDEN NOT TO BE LAZY WITH MY HEADLINE,” OR: ERIK ROLLS THE DIES, GETS SNAKE DIES, DIES
ERIK DIES has DIESd at the hands of a DIESabolical assassin intent on ERIKadicating him from the tournament. Not unlike MonDIE’S assassination of Justin Purnell, Erik’s assassin chERIKed in at McManus and was surprDIESed to see his target sitting at a booth with no other players in sight. The kill was simple and free of superfluiDIES. Nothing but a “sorry, buddy,” a dart to the arm, and a conciliatory Guinness. Dies was dead, and his killer chERIKshed his victory.
R.I.P., Mr. Dies.
TO ERIK’S TARGET, BEWERIK! Your new assassin has sERIKndipitous luck at chancing upon his targets. Keep your DIES peeled and be vERIKareful.
TO EVERYONE ELSE, WATCH YOUR BACK AT McMANUS. IF YOU THINK YOU ARE SAFE THERE - OR ANYWHERE - YOU ARE LIVING IN A FOOL’S PARA-DIES.
