Friday, October 17, 2008

Here's a confession: I'm in love with a man. What? I'm in love with a man... a man named God. Does that make me gay? Am I gay for God? You betcha.



In case you are out of the loop...Nicole capped G-BayBay outside Buffalo Wild Wings and in turn one the...but that's OLD news...there is a new game a-brewin...new game...new faces...same outcome...last assassin alive wins...this time there is money involved...it's gonna get dirty...much like RealWorld - RoadRules Challenge there will be alliances, and backstabbing...in this game you can't trust anyone...so talk soft and carry a big spoon...or a grenade should do the job just right...be excellent to eachother...I'll be seeing you soon...

-The Brain

Friday, October 10, 2008

And then there were...Dos...

An upset for the ages...late last night a certain secret assassin was...picked off the list of 'things to do'...hours after 'the Massascre' and the infamous 'McFlurry Hit', a cozy night with friends at a local bar turned into a bloody mess of brains and brewskis...it went down like this...


keepin a close watch of the front door (the only way into the bar)...his back was to a wall and the Men's bathroom...there was absolutely no way to sneak up behind this man...until a little lady assassin found a friend in a drunk old man at that bar, as well as a couple dead assassins and the only other hitman left in the game...they worked like a team...and took out the most feared assassin of them all...she was pulled through a tiny window in the men's water closet...the only way to get behind her mark...got to give her credit it was clever...so she climbed in the window, shaded her eyes from the exposed man-bits in the bathroom...creeped out the bathroom door and lofted a sweet purple grenade, striking Fugazzi in the head and blowing him to pieces...well-played my dear...wizard cat awards you 6.5 wands for you magnificent display of teamwork and disregard for the skin on your elbows...


This is all that was left of my secret man in the field...


Thursday, October 9, 2008

Holy Effin Ess...

Do my hands hurt....I'm The Brain gah-damn it, not The Stenographer, know what i'm saying?

This is Lolita, well this was...you get it by now. While out enjoying a delicious dessert type snack from that retarded red headed clown we love to hate with, his stupid shoes, and his dastardly tran fats, she was stabbed.

By a spoon! I LOVE THIS GAME!!

Stabbed by a man she thought she could trust, in the back, while eating ice cream.

Friends, the world is a cold, cold place.

Now i'm hungry...Fugazzi, bring me ice cream!!
And please, please kill that damn clown while your there.

AAB Massacre part Deux!!


Hi I'm Tom!!
Hi your dead!!
OH! The medical examiners report said this man died from an overdose of sick burns!
Haha that was pretty good, The Brain is in rare form, so many deadzies, we luvz it.
Anyhoo, Tom had just killed Andy ( scroll down), he was basking in the warm, dangerous, 16 year old girl like embrace of victory. He decided to take a moment to mock the person he had just slain, excellent form I say.
But he didn't enjoy it for long, all of a sudden he was mortally wounded by an R.P.G. For those of you who don't know, R.P.G. stands for Roflzooka Propelled Grenade...get it? The R.P.G. was fired by another assassin who was at the AAB building this fateful night. He laid silent as stone while Tom ended Andy, and when the timing was perfect, he pulled the trigger of that Chinese manufactured, e-bay bought Roflzooka. As the Tom and the grenade were on their way to their first, and last date, the assassin sped off into the night.
This was a great night....and its only bound to get better.
El Cerebro
(this blog avaible en espanol, marque SAP)

Back to school, baaack to school, what the? DEAD.



I' d like to tell a story. Not about how my life got flipped, turned upside down. No...dont take a minute and sit right there.....shut up! Let the brain speak.


Thank you


This gentlemen above is Andy. Andy is dead, here's how...


Tonight a legend was created, something the history channel will probly run for 7 nights in a row in 10 years.


This is the legend of The Massacre at The AAB Building. Andy was heading back to his car after a long day of work, and a long night of classes, heres to my man getting his brain up, but you know hes not smarter than me. As Andy laid his bags in the car he was brutally tagged in the chest with a grenade by an assassin who was laying in wait.



Kids, school is good for you, thats just facts. But in this game, nothing is good for you.


Hooked on phonics did not work for him.


Day 3...in the shadows...

Dear Possible Life I Must Take,

I'm a death dealer. I'm Fugazzi. I'm invisible to the world. I'm nothing more than your reaper. I'm coming for you. Fin.

Sincerely,
Fugazzi

ps.- Boobert T. Washington...classic!


dos personas han muerto. Sólo hay seis almas que quedan en el planeta.


vrrooom...vrrooom! ::screeeeeeeeeech:: Pop! pop! ...that's right...whoever said 'second is the best' was not talking about Boobert T. Washington. Not only is he NOT the best, the kid got popped in the back of the head with a sniper's rubberband...so...let's put our heads down and give a moment of silence...nah fuck it...Boobers was the second fool killed...he is now out of the game...in the GAME of ASSASSINS, there are no backsies, or reversies...he's gone...so we'll just throw a pic of him up on the blog in his memory..hey...boobs...at least you lasted longer than Joey Nix...


and the game carries on...without the two weakest assassins...watch your back ladies...there's someone lurking in the shadows...and they're trying to kill you...Good luck...in life.
Love Always,
The Brain

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

A Letter from your killer...

Dear possible target,

It's a cold night tonight. The air is thick as the time grows near. It's almost time to kill you. My clothes smell of beer, cheap cologne and cheaper strippers, oh yea and murder. My joy of killing grows as I peer through the 'love-fogged' window of my prey. I sit perched in a small oak tree. Who is my 'mark' tonight, you ask? The name I cannot give you, it's top secret. But the method of murder is simple...get sexy and stealthy and get you dead. That's how this assassin roles, for I am Fugazzi.

Hope to kill you soon,
Fugazzi

Monday, October 6, 2008

Oh and another thing...

I almost forgot to mention, I have a secret spy out in the field, playing the game right now.

Think of him as a deadly Donnie Brasco.

Or maybe a stealthy Serpico

Point is, he'll kill your ass.

He will be periodically posting, letting us know what life is really like when your neck deep in the ish.

His codename...Fugazzi.

Stay sharp bitchez!!

The Game Begins...

Come one come all, and try your luck...so says the man in the booth carny style. What the man in the booth forgets to mention, is that luck can be shitty.


I'd like everyone to meet Joe. Joe is a young man from the v...block that is.


Now that you met him, forget him, cuz he's dead.
Not for reelz of course, but as far as this game is concerned...make a donation in lieu of flowers.
Joey Blaze was brutally shanked by the driver of the car he was riding in, while on the path to enlightenment. The murder weapon? A spoon...I like this Assassin's style.
Joe, we knew you so briefly, you only lived for 3 and half hours.
Next time you crack a 40, pour out some for ya homie.
7 players alive...who's next?

Welcome...

WELCOME TO THE MOST NOBLE GAME OF ALLSURVIVAL


WELCOME TO ASSASSINS

As a new member this rule book will become your best friend. Get to know these pages well, they may be the only thing between you and a dirt nap.

Welcome to Assassins, a game of kill or be killed. This is a game of stealth, cunning, subterfuge, and trickery. This is a game of survival where players kill to live until there is only one left, the best of the best, the alpha, the omega, and the deadliest person on the planet…the winner.

This game is run tournament style. Everyone will never have more than one target at a time. If you kill your target, you take their target, kill them and so forth. Last assassin alive wins…simple.

At the start of a game players will be assigned 1 target to kill, you may kill them anyway you see fit, using weapons approved by The Brain. Once a target has been killed you and your target must notify The Brain with all the details such as time, place, weapon used, and some more background info, then The Brain will confirm the kill and award it to you. When you have killed your assigned target you then take from them their assigned target and for you, the game continues. Players are only allowed to kill once every 24 hours, sorry, no Godfather style multi-hits allowed.

Every player in the game is an assassin, every hunter is the prey, and every prey is the hunter…make sense? You must at all times keep your identity a secret, because you never know who is playing the game, you brother, girlfriend, mom, or physics teacher…be ready for an attempt on your life at all times.

Once players are killed they are out of the game, but they still have a job left to do. Once dead, a player can become a zombie. Zombies are The Brains’ police force in the game, it is their job to observe as much of the rest of the game as they can. If a zombie catches you cheating or playing outside the rules, they can notify The Brain and will be given permission to kill you, thus ending your game, so play with honor.

This is not a game of strength or physicality, it’s about smarts. The Brain does not want to hear any stories of a players throwing their target to the ground and viciously clubbing them with a spoon to get their kill. This game is about being secretive; you don’t ever want anyone else to know you are an assassin. REMEMBER while you are out looking for your target, another assassin is out looking for you. You will need to watch your back at all times, because if you die, that’s it, game over man.

Be smart about your kills, set them up, and take your time. Don’t try running across the bar with your weapon exposed and screaming “I got you” at your target. If a target spots an assassin before the assassin makes the kill, that attempt is foiled; the assassin must return to the drawing board and formulate another plan. If your are sitting next to your target and try to kill them and they catch you, don’t sit next to them for 3 more hours trying to kill them every 15 seconds, that’s a lame ass way to assassinate someone, and it’s not allowed either. If your target runs away, give chase, or don’t, it’s up to you, but to kill you have to make physical contact with the head, arms, or torso. Hands, legs, and feet don’t count.

No kills allowed at work, church, or while target is pooping, that’s just good form.

Every player is allowed to register 3 weapons with The Brain, these are the only weapons you can use for the rest of the game, no taking the weapons of target, bury them with it. Every player is allowed to use Poison without having to register it, because it’s awesome.

WEAPONS

All weapons must be approved by The Brain before the start of the game.

Acceptable Weapons and how to use them

· Gun: cardboard or paper cutout of any size. Must be clearly labeled “gun”. USE- point blank, must yell or say “bang” when fired. Bust some caps homey.

· Knife: cardboard or paper cutout. Must be labeled “knife”. USE- a light poke in the torso, try to to avoid eye gouging. Be stylish and go for the ear to ear.

· Clubs: paper towel or toilet paper tube, clearly labeled “club”. USE-a light bonk on the head. You can yell “hulk smash” if you want to.

· Grenades: tennis ball, rolled up socks, ping pong ball. USE-must be thrown…don’t be a jerk, toss it lightly. No toss backs.

· Beach Ball: must be labeled “boulder” or “anvil”. USE-must be dropped on target. Take em out Wile E. Coyote style.

· Rubber Bands: Must be hand fired to USE. Now you can be the third man on the grassy knoll.

· Spoons: any plastic, wooden or metal spoon. USE-same as knife. Spoons are the most honorable form of combat in this game, as close to a lightsabre as you’re going to get.

· Markers: any sharpie, any color. USE-make a small dot only on exposed skin, no clothes. Leave your mark on the world.

· Chloroform: any clean bandanna. USE-quickly place over targets mouth or nose, then quickly remove…the important part is quickly remove. Resist the urge to pants your target while they are unconscious.

· Food Poison: a small piece of paper with the word “poison” written on it. USE-place the paper under food or tape under glass or can, after consumed, inform target of their impending death. If the poison is spotted by target before they consume it, the poison won’t work. A poisoners’ work is a patient one, simply set your trap, and then sit back as the target seals their own fate.

· Dynamite Stick: a red crayon. USE-drop into the targets pockets, pants or shirt. Then run like hell so you don’t get people mist on your suit.

Bonus Objectives

At any point during the game The Brain may announce a bonus objective for prizes. Bonus objectives are worth your time, trust me.

VIP- When a VIP comes to town The Brain will make their identity known to you. It is your job to take them out as quick as you can, before someone else does.

Bounty Hunter-If a prisoner or deranged lunatic is on the loose, The Brains friends in the FBI may ask for his help in recapturing them. The Brain will then ask for your help in recapturing them, and when you’re done, he will take all the credit. To capture, attach a beacon (clothespin) to their clothes and the FBI chopper will come in to extract them. TIP: the fugitive may not notice the beacon right away if you avoid clipping it to their skin.

Magical Safety Items

Sometimes The Brain will discover new items that have magical properties, cus he’s got it like that. These items will make you impervious to damage for 24 hours from the time you put it on. All items must be clearly displayed, and you must notify The Brain as soon as you don magical item, and don’t lie, because he will know, he always knows. If you see your target wearing something that you know is a magical item, it might be a good idea to wait until they take it off so you don’t blow your super secret identity.

KEY POINTS

· Never tell anyone that you are an assassin, unless you really trust them.

· Never tell anyone who your target is, unless you trust them.

· No physicality at all, this is for funzies, not for hurtzies.

· Be smart, have fun, but don’t get arrested…The Brain will tell the cops he never met you.

· Kills must be confirmed by the killer and the killed to count.

· Don’t cheat, we’ll find out.

Thank you for playing Assassins. You will be contacted by The Brain soon, get ready.

Love Always...'The Brain'




This game is 'Serious Cat' approved.