part of me dies as i recall moments of my past that are fading fast from my brain -- just kidding. have a great weekend everyone!
P.B. writes: “You're my assassin, huh? Well I already executed my contract yesterday and I am planning an attack on my new mark today. I am leaving my office for the DMV today around 11 if you have the balls!”
did you ever play the assassination game, or a variation thereof? it was always a huge deal in our high school, though this was the mid-nineties – pre-columbine. (i would bet many schools frown on assassination games now.) what i’m talking about is the game where you are given a target and had to chase them down outside of school and work and shoot them with a squirt gun. i know – it probably sounds ridiculous if you have never participated in a game. but i’ll tell you, it was a blast. and very nerve-racking.
every spring everyone looked forward to the assassination game. it was something we counted on after a long winter. there were always very heated arguments concerning the times when one could legitimately “kill” another: “no way! i was walking to my car from mcdonald’s – i was at work! illegal kill! illegal kill!”
i was always amazed that someone my age could organize a game that fifty to one hundred people in my high school took part in. incredible. i couldn’t do that now.
actually, i don’t know fifty people.
inevitably, people would get pissed over results and feelings would be hurt. i can remember running through the mall with squirt guns chasing after our targets, attempting to assassinate people in hills (hills is where the toys are!).
i have a distinct memory of the hot sun beating down on my face, being chased through the wal-mart parking lot, diving into my car, only to have someone on an opposing team lying on the floor of my backseat and popping up and blasting me in the head with a stream of water. game over.
how could i be so stupid as to leave my car doors unlocked? one of my life’s regrets.
it seems P.B. runs some type of game like this. alas, it seems too complicated for me. it reminds me of contemporary video games. when i encounter video game systems now, i say things i would expect to hear come out of my father’s mouth: “there’s so many buttons.” or, “i remember when… (insert reference to fifteen-to-twenty-year-old video game here) was popular.”
remember space invaders? “i remember when space invaders…”
yeah, it’s over for me in the video game department. and most likely the assassination game department too.
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i have to go to the dmv tomorrow. i wonder if getting my driver’s license photograph taken while having a beard is a bad idea? because i always shave it off after a few months and then go facial hair-free for months at a time. and i look like a child clean-shaven.
did you ever play the assassination game, or a variation thereof? it was always a huge deal in our high school, though this was the mid-nineties – pre-columbine. (i would bet many schools frown on assassination games now.) what i’m talking about is the game where you are given a target and had to chase them down outside of school and work and shoot them with a squirt gun. i know – it probably sounds ridiculous if you have never participated in a game. but i’ll tell you, it was a blast. and very nerve-racking.
every spring everyone looked forward to the assassination game. it was something we counted on after a long winter. there were always very heated arguments concerning the times when one could legitimately “kill” another: “no way! i was walking to my car from mcdonald’s – i was at work! illegal kill! illegal kill!”
i was always amazed that someone my age could organize a game that fifty to one hundred people in my high school took part in. incredible. i couldn’t do that now.
actually, i don’t know fifty people.
inevitably, people would get pissed over results and feelings would be hurt. i can remember running through the mall with squirt guns chasing after our targets, attempting to assassinate people in hills (hills is where the toys are!).
i have a distinct memory of the hot sun beating down on my face, being chased through the wal-mart parking lot, diving into my car, only to have someone on an opposing team lying on the floor of my backseat and popping up and blasting me in the head with a stream of water. game over.
how could i be so stupid as to leave my car doors unlocked? one of my life’s regrets.
it seems P.B. runs some type of game like this. alas, it seems too complicated for me. it reminds me of contemporary video games. when i encounter video game systems now, i say things i would expect to hear come out of my father’s mouth: “there’s so many buttons.” or, “i remember when… (insert reference to fifteen-to-twenty-year-old video game here) was popular.”
remember space invaders? “i remember when space invaders…”
yeah, it’s over for me in the video game department. and most likely the assassination game department too.
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i have to go to the dmv tomorrow. i wonder if getting my driver’s license photograph taken while having a beard is a bad idea? because i always shave it off after a few months and then go facial hair-free for months at a time. and i look like a child clean-shaven.
posted by greg @ 5:37 PM
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