ANOTHER KILL, ANOTHER DELICIOUSLY SPARSE REPORT, OR: LAST MEAL AT DENNIE’S
MATTHEW DENNIE is dead, a man who I have not seen nor heard from since the round began. I can only assume this was because he has been right behind me the whole time, and my constant, sleepless, adrenaline-soaked circumvention tactics have ultimately payed off.
The formidable dark horse Nivedita Kulkarni has reported her second kill, both of which were reported with almost no information whatsoever:
7:53 PM
Matt Dennie dead - Champions Studios
Like a fine, deadly wine, or a complex, murderous scotch, the game of assassins is about the variety of its ingredients, the subtlety of some notes in juxtaposition with the flamboyancy of others. This round of assassins has an impressively wide array of tactics and styles, from a dude who literally carries a box of matches around so he can search for a rough surface and make a match pun when he shoots you, to killers so silent and secretive that even punctuation reveals too many secrets.
If I find myself on the receiving end of Alan’s gun, the only variable will be whether the pun he chooses will be “Thought you could strike me down, did you?” or “Matchurally, I win.” If Nivedita gets to me first, for all I know it could be by wearing my roommate’s skin or by lacing my toothbrush with nerf-poison.
TOO BAD FOR BOTH OF THEM IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN.
THE WHEAT HAS BEEN SEPARATED FROM THE CHAFFE. ALL PLAYERS WITHOUT KILLS HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED. IT IS A VETERAN’S GAME.
