The
3rd Floor Assassins
“Your goal is to kill your
target,” the resident assistant of my floor announces to the thirty-three
of us who are listening intently. “In order to kill them, your clothes pin has
to stick to their clothes for at least three seconds. Once your target has been
eliminated, you will take on that person’s
target and should report their death in the group chat with a picture. Any
questions?”
We all look eagerly among each
other. No one has any questions; we’re all ready. We each grab a clothes pin
and look suspiciously at the faces around us. This is when our times of
relaxation and trust come to an end: from here on out, everyone is a potential
enemy. One of these people is trying to kill me, and I have no idea who it is.
I am on edge.
My target is Erin, a girl
who just so happens to sit next to me in one of my honors college classes.
Anywhere on campus is fair game—except
our individual bedrooms. So I could die in a friend’s room, but I am at least
safe in my own. The lounge, the cafeteria, in class—nowhere else is secure. My
own roommate could be out to get me for all I know. What about my friend group?
We’re a group of seven; that makes it a high probability that one of us will
have to turn on another.
I don’t expect to get very far in
this game. I’m definitely not competitive, and I’m not the type of person who
will argue about the technicality of a ruling. While there are a few overly
competitive people on my floor—a fact I’ve learned through our Euchre nights
that last into the wee hours of the morning—I definitely won’t cause any
problems like that.
I’m a people-pleaser, and more
importantly, I am playing to have fun—not to argue and certainly not to win. To
me, the fun part will be coming up with my strategies to kill my floormates. I
probably won’t be in this game for long, and the chances of me letting my guard
down quickly are very high. If I could get assassinated while playing cards in
the lounge, grabbing a sandwich at the cafeteria, or carrying my laundry down
the hall, I need to make the most of my likely short-lived time here.
That leaves only one thing left
to do: I must channel all my energy into being sneaky and use the art of
manipulation to trick my peers in order to eliminate them from the game of
Assassins.
Challenge accepted.
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No one expected this game to be
both fast-paced and slow at the same time. Planning your attack takes time, but
it seems like when one person strikes, there are two more quick to follow.
Before this game, my floormates
and I would hang out in the lounge for hours doing homework, watching movies,
or playing cards. It’s the reason we all became so close. But now, in order to
preserve that sacred time spent together, pacts were being made.
For example, during Euchre games,
the four players would make an agreement that, if any of them were set out to
kill one of the players, they couldn’t make their kill for the duration of the game.
However, that definitely didn’t stop people when they noticed their target was
vulnerable in the lounge—concentrating on their cards and strategy, rather than
paying too close attention to their surroundings.
That’s how a lot of the kills
were made, actually. Quite a few times, I was sitting in the lounge—under
spoken oath to not kill any of my Euchre opponents—when a kill was made. People
would army crawl beneath tables, around couches, nonchalantly stand near the
table for a half hour—effectively getting their enemy’s guard down—until they
went for it.
People were sneaky, and I was
constantly worried that I was next.
Before I even had the opportunity
to kill Erin, I was almost assassinated. Melissa attempted to pin me, but I
noticed before she finished. I flung the clothes pin off, and I was safe. And
now, I had an advantage: I knew who was targeting me.
In class, after about a week, and
after four people had already reported kills, I made my move. The class Erin
and I shared went on a scavenger hunt around campus. She and I were walking
together towards the entrance of campus by the main OU sign on University and
Squirrel Rd.
Previously, I hadn’t found a good
opportunity to go in for the kill. In class was too obvious—there weren’t many of us, and our TA was always
watching us like a hawk. Also, if I got caught interrupting class, I would have
no explanation as to why I was sticking a clothes pin on my classmate.
I leaned down to tie my shoe—this
was the a-plus strategy I came up with after my week of silence—and Erin paid
me no mind as she listened to what our TA had to say about this OU
landmark. While Erin was engaged in the discussion and thoroughly distracted, I
reached up and pinned my clothes pin to the bottom of her jacket.
I stood up, smiled like a child
with a secret, and after a few seconds, I broke the news.
“Hey, Erin?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re out.”
She looked confused, and then her
eyes widened in shock and admiration. She congratulated my slyness, and I took
a picture for the group chat. I had officially made my first kill.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
My next few kills went by smoothly. Up next was Calvin, the roommate of one of my good friends. I
was walking through the OC when I spotted him in the hallway. In the spur of
the moment, I waltzed over to him with a plan brewing in my mind.
I stalked him from afar, walking
a few feet behind him before ultimately deciding to close the gap between us. I
tagged the hood of his jacket, and after snapping a picture, I tapped his
shoulder and said hey. We talked for a few seconds, and then I spilled the
beans: he was killed.
My next kill was a close friend
of mine—the first I had been assigned to kill. Brian was the president of the
Euchre club, so I decided to make my move when he was in the middle of a game
of Euchre in the lounge. It wasn’t hard, and it didn’t take long at all—he was
always playing cards.
My next target was the hardest of
all: I had to kill my roommate.
Not only were we roommates, but
she was one of my two best friends. And, even though our room was off limits,
that didn’t really limit the scope of my mission. I hung out with her all the
time; we had the same friend group.
So that’s how I made my attack.
While we were next door in our
friend’s room watching a movie, I leaned over and pinned her shirt. She was
certainly not expecting it, and I felt really bad for pulling a Judas on her.
Next was Julianna. She was
passing through the lobby, and I pinned her shirt while we were having a
conversation. She never noticed, and it was then that I was hit with a sudden realization.
I was in the final three.
Brendan, Megan, and I were the only three left. I had to kill Brendan, which meant Megan was out to get me.
I used the art of manipulation
and planned it all out. I was going to lure Brendan to my room.
Brendan is going into osteopathic
medicine, so he always offers to give massages—since he knows the body well. So,
I used this as bait. I invited Brendan over under the excuse that my roommate had
a sore muscle in her back, and she wanted him to get the knot out—a request that wasn't out of the ordinary.
Brendan eagerly said yes. He
arrived shortly and was so occupied fixing my roommate's back that he didn’t even
notice when I slipped my clothes pin onto the material of his pocket.
I killed my target.
I was officially in the final
two.
I had an uncharacteristic strike
of luck. This game had lasted our entire winter semester. Still, though, I did not expect to win,
but I was relived and honored to have made it this far. Never did I expect to make it so far in the game, killing the most skilled of us all. I used manipulation, stalking, and sneakiness to achieve this accomplishment, and I was ready to see how it would unfold.
The day before move-out, I was killed.
While I was completely caught off guard, this was something I was expecting. I never thought I was going to win, but the journey was the best part. Planning and
scheming was the cathartic release I was hoping to attain.
Winning was never my goal. When I
was killed, my back was turned to the lounge and I was facing my friend Andrew, roommates of my early target, Calvin. I was helping Andrew study for his Spanish final and was preoccupied quizzing him that I had let my guard down. Megan snuck up behind me, Andrew didn't reveal her presence with his face—in true spirit of the game—and I was clipped on the sleeve.
I had been assassinated, and the game was officially over.
I had been assassinated, and the game was officially over.
I was proud of her —being in the final two was difficult because we both knew who was out to get us. While I tried to keep Brendan's death from her, it didn't take long for word to travel. Any time the two of us were in the same room, we both immediately tensed up and were hyper-alert.
This wasn’t a story about
success, it was a story about journey and impressing yourself with how far you
can make it when you least expect victory.
I did not win, but I was
victorious because of the skills I learned and because of the friends I was able to strengthen relationships with.
I like this story, it is engaging and shows different aspects of your personality even as you tell others. I really like the way you chose to reveal the outcome of the game after just having hyped up your excitement in an unintentional show of admirable humility. It was unexpected and the deadpan juxtaposition of it made me smile.
ReplyDeleteWow. I LOVE YOUR STYLE OF WRITING. Your authentic voice thrives in this piece. I can truly get a sense of your personality, and genuinely get to know your behaviors in competitve situations. I love how you break up the text, and bold the text to show different parts of the memoir. If I had to give you any feedback (other than positive) it would be to reflect on how you changed as a person after the game. Did you think you would have gotten as far as you did?
ReplyDeleteOther than that, I truly love this piece. It reads smoothly and your descriptions give me a vivid picture of exactly what it was like to be you during the game. I also adore your introduction- truly grabs a readers attention and begs them asking for more.