I Died A Lot

First, an apology, because I haven't posted anything in a few days. Sorry, but...frankly, not much has been going on that could easily fit into a blog entry. And if it could be fit into a blog entry, it was terribly boring. Nobody wants to read "Yesterday, I watched 3rd Rock from the Sun for three hours." But I do have a fun story to share now!!

Yesterday, I spent the evening being murdered in the Jones building at my old college. Jones is a pretty big building, three floors, with several classrooms and (my personal favorite feature of the building) the Theatre dept.  While there, I was brutally murdered three times. I was left lying in the hallway once, lying on the stairs the second time, and the third time, my poor body was discovered in the lobby.

Live Mafia...such a fun game. Basically, it's like Mafia, but you play it across a building. The townspeople and the "Mafia" actually walk around the building freely, the Mafia striking (hopefully) unnoticed. When a "body" is found, the lights are turned on and there's a meeting of the "Townspeople" (everyone who is playing the game and hasn't been killed off) to try to figure out who did the murder. Whoever is accused is killed off by the townspeople, and, in the event that said person wasn't the Mafia, the game continues until the Mafia is caught.

So basically, I spent the evening dying. The first time I kinda saw it coming. I was down the stairs towards a guy (Derek S.), and he'd been playing "innocent" really well during the meetings. ...Yeah, he killed me. Totally unforeseen. I was all "OMG IT WAS HIM!?" And then I fell over and just kinda lay there for ten minutes.

The second time was completely unforeseen. I was walking with Melissa and Derek S.

Me: I feel safe this time. The likelihood of you getting the Mafia card twice in a row...not big.

Derek: I'll kill you faster this time.

Melissa: *death glare*

...Melissa killed us both on the spot. In front of everyone. And nobody saw it until we both hit the floor. I was brutally slain, without hesitation, by what appears to be a nice young lady...but she has a vicious side, apparently. o.O

The third time was just too sneaky. I was walking with Chad Mann, and everyone suspected us anyway, so we were just kinda goofing off, scaring people. This went on for, like, ten minutes. We creeped up on Amanda and backed her into a corner. She was all, "Ah! Don't do that! It's creepy!" *slice* Totally unforeseen. She lured us falsely into a jovial time, and cut us on the spot. I promise not to make swearing a habit on the blog, but frankly, I was like, "What da hell jus' happened!?" Then I died.

Anyway, for all you CofO people who read this, Live Mafia happens every Saturday on Campus, sometimes in the Chapel and sometimes in Jones. Talk to Derek Stevenson for details, because it's freakin' amazing, and if I weren't planning on moving Friday, I'd totally be there this Saturday too.