If you read the last post you learned of Seanacai's and my lack of mental stimulation in high school. There are thousands of stories about our mischief... here is but one more.
He and I created a game. We called it "The Killer". It was played during school hours and the rules were very simple:
Needless to say this created exactly the amount of chaos we were hoping for. Because everything had to be covert you were always on high alert. Only we had the list of players. The players never knew who, exactly, was playing. Every time someone bumped you in the hall you frantically checked for a sticker. You were always keeping one eye on everything around you. We made a large group of pizza faced teenagers even more paranoid than normal.
- Each player receives a card with another player's name on it. This is their target.
- Each player receives a page of dot stickers (small colored circle stickers)
- Each player is to "assassinate" their target.
- If you are successful in "assassinating" your target, you take your victim's target card. That is your new target.
- The game is over when one person has all the cards (the last one standing).
- If you make any overt action that reveals you are playing "Killer" to anyone outside of the game, you are dead and you turn your cards into the comptroller (man we came up with wicked cool names!). Nobody is to ever know the game is being played unless they are in the game.
- You have successfully "assassinated" your target if you can arrange to get your dot sticker on their person without the target being aware they are being "stuck".
- You can touch your target as long as they do not know you are placing a sticker.
- You can leave the sticker on a chair, wall, etc for the target to "impale" themselves.
- You CANNOT have any other person involved in the assassination. It must be your work.
- If your target is aware of the sticker being placed, another attempt cannot be made within 24 hours.
- If successfully get the sticker in place, inform your target they are dead (show them your card with their name) and request their cards (including their active target). Their target becomes your next target.
The first time we ran the game there were only our 7 dorkiest friends playing. By game 3 the list of players was well above 25. By game 5 the number of players was well into three digits. When we graduated we bequeathed the game to an underclassman and, we've been told, the game was played for years after we left.
So I can die now knowing I left something greater than I to this world. This is a better place because of me.
Take care; I have to go and read a Spider-man comic or something... I shall wallow in my dorkitude like a pig in mud.