Double Nerficide!

Seems someone was busy the other night while the Ref was preparing for a brief trip to the desert... first was Todd "The Riddler" Johnston:

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...then Mike Brady...

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Rumor has it that Todd managed to write one more riddle before the sponginess of the bullet worked its way to home... we'll see if that surfaces or not...

Who's next?

What? Billy, too?

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Poor Billy Jones. Poor, poor Billy Jones. Again, the assassin left a note that the Ref accidentally transposed with the note found at the last corpse but which now is clearly meant for this corpse:

"Of Jaguars and Fisherman"

A mysterious black cat creeps along in search of fuel.
Silent hunters troll behind finshing for a kill.
The unsuspecting victim feasts while its demise encroaches upon the oil-stained concrete.

Who is the hunter and who is the hunted?
Only the dead know these things....

And now there are seven...

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Another has joined the ranks of the Nerfed! Alas, poor Lindsey, I knew her Horatio... all that remained next to her Nerf-ridden corpse was another mysterious, perhaps even creepy note scribbled in crayon on a generic brown bag one could find almost anywhere:

"Death by Starbucks"
The sweet taste of chai on a lover's wet lips.
This very place we met in which I sip.
Milk steams as I gently pull the plastic trigger.
On the floor, my love's blood runs thicker.



Note: Be real clear when you send emails (as in, "I killed X") before going all Riddler. Ref Irie is busy this week.

Farewell, Ronnie!

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Poor Ronnie Nelson. He never saw it coming. The only evidence at the scene of the nerfing was a poem (and did we get invaded by the Batman universe or something, a la "The Riddler"?)... watch your backs! Moohahahahahaha.

Scribbled in crayon on a generic paper bag was found the following message:

"Footsteps behind, as I walk fancy free.
Who could that be so rapidly approaching me?
The sound of a click, the wiz of the nerf
Life is so short here upon the earth."

All is not well... how we like it. Best of luck.

-Ref Irie

Assignments sent... may the dice fall where they will.

You lookin' at me? Who knows whom is looking at whom. Word on the street is that the assignments have been emailed to those participating. Gameplay begins at Thursday, May 15, 2008 at 12:01 a.m. Just ask yourself one question, punk... do you feel lucky?

Beginnings and Endings...

The sun is always setting somewhere... one may surmise that it also is rising at the same place somewhere else, but it is the setting sun we should focus on. What ominous clouds are in your future? Is is merely a tranquil beach scene that we should partake of and enjoy or a convenient place to hide the bodies? Only time will tell.

If you have received an email inviting you to view this site, you will be receiving another email soon with the name and locale of a target, a person who needs be eliminated vis-a-vis the ever-deadly "Nerf" gun. Of course, someone else will receive an email with your name listed and soon the Nerf may try and find you.

Welcome to Assassin, The Game. You will receive your information via email with further instructions and the name of your target.

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