Once Again, I Give You - Team Leaders

Sigh I'm disappointed in this. Well on the bright side a few of you lived passed the deadline I've given you at pick ups. I don't know if it is due to the fact that I have overestimated the assassin field this year or underestimated the cowardice amongst you. Maybe it was just some unlucky breaks for some of you. My squad and I will be watching. Remember you're professionals now.

No kills as of 10am? Shameful. If you fools don't take each other out, Dead CELL will do it instead.

What a bunch of lame ass team names. Couldn't any of you come up with something even more boring and uninspired? I guess your game will be as creative.
Fried Chicken my ass.

What a bunch of lame ass team names. Couldn't any of you come up with something even more boring and uninspired? I guess your game will be as creative.
Fried Chicken my ass.

Hey Team Greener, if you are as sloppy with your kills as you are with your posts then i don't have to worry about you. Good to know.

Don't you all get your panties in a bunch. Team Globix has saved NYC's rep by promptly soaking their target this morning. Still waiting on official sanctions from the Government, and our second target. Keep an eye out for stories.

El Matador is coming for you Killer Greene. Your little ruse to throw me off the trail won't work. I see a sad and thoroughly soaked ending for you muy pronto.

Ole!

One thing I am not 100% clear on. If a team member (not leader) gets shot, are they out for 24 hours or the entire game?

Do NOT waste the Supreme Commaders time with noob questions! Feel fortunate enough that the one and done rule is not in effect.

To answer your question if your 'team' 'leader' and I use both very loosely, meets thier natural evoultionary fate, and gets killed by a more talented individual then yes your team is out.If lets say you are not the leader and get yourself killed. Then life goes on...without you.

Phire, ol' sports!

Shouldn't you be busy hunting your target instead schooling n00bs?

But a clarification is still needed regarding shooting teams. What happens when you shoot a member of the team that is after you?

I wouldn't worry about that greener, it sounds like you got your head so far up your ass you wouldn't see a sunami coming for you, let alone a real assasin.

I swear each class of greenhorns get worse and worse.I'll break it down for you ok? If by some mircale that you actually manage to defend yourself from an attack that member of team you shot cannot harm you for 24 hours however the REST of the team can.

YOU CANNOT KILL YOUR ASSASIN UNLESS THAT IS YOUR TARGET.

I don't know how much clearer I can make that.

The comment space is reserved for stories of valor,bravery,stealh,rat bastardtry,general fucker,cunning and in some cases cunnilingus.

Not worthless questions from cannon fodder.

Ah..I see the Dead Cell is accounted for. Not a team Id want on my ass for certain.

Yours in sub-rosa,
Mr. Peter Stevens
Congress Occultus

Mr. Greene,

I hope you have been schooled sufficiently. Get out there and hunt your target. Bask in the glory of a kill before you wallow in the self-pity of sucking ass.

Ole ... El Matador

PS: Keep your eyes open. I might be your superintendent, or the guy stocking fruit at the Korean market on the corner, or the guy picking up garbage at the park across the street. I'm probably all three in fact.

El Matador,

No worries. I hope you've got something else to do for the next 24 hours.

Agent Orange t'is always a pleasure. You'd be please to know we are work this tourney a 'liaison' to communicate the message from the back hand of The Shadowgovernment's glorious hand to the faces of the poor fools who fail to get the picture. You'll also be pleased to know we have quite a few new members.

Peter Stevens hopefully my squad and I will get to see you in sudden death. I can't wait to do battle. I cannot wait to deny you your chance at a 2peat.

If there's any more questions posted they better be from hot chicks.

Would it be possible to change the domain name that takes care of the cgi scripts?
I personally like food porn but my corporate network proxy has a slightly different opinion on the topic.

Well if it isn't the citrus one himself! How goes it Orange? Food and porn, always tasty.

confirmed kill on "Double-Knit Dynomite"

He was good, I was better. He changed costumes 3 times today, it was a long stake out... We hung outside his office for 3 hours, and I caught him coming around the back of his office dressed as a tourist...

Followed him for 9 blocks, confirmed visually then shot him in the back with both barrels.

Smoked.

waiting for the next target...

Blackness

Team Black Death

I still think you should have been the Cobra Unit.

Aha! some action!

Get the KY ready!

http://xkcd.org/236

I canvased his neighborhood. Ran his picture past across a couple of bartenders with no help. Walked a block from his apt and went into a local deli. The 2 guys there were all too quick to give him up and confirmed he goes there almost every night. They went on to tell me that, last night be bought 2 bags of water balloons.

So I go into the bar across the street and see if they know him. Nope. F it. I sit and have 3 beers. 5.7%, 8.2% and a 10.5%

I keep one eye on Monday night football and one eye on the street. Glad that bar had an all glass fron. I see the mark walking past the bar with a lady friend on the other side of the street. I quickly speed walk past them and stop at a bus stop. I see he has a neon gun in his cargo shorts. I wanted a visual confirmation before I pulled my gun. Crap, I ran out the bar so fast I forgot my gun. I sprint back to the bar slammed my pint of 10.5%, shake off sudden dizziness, grab my weapon and bolt out the door.

Dodged a few gypsie cabs and crossed the ave again. I followed the mark 3 or 4 blocks and was about to pull my weapon and realised he sees me. I'm about to get counter hit. He does nothing and I keep walking across the street away from him and pretend I was just a random person walking home.

I kept back a block and watch the mark with his lady friend walk into a restaurant. I slithered up the front door and followed them in. As quickly as they sat down I took a knee 4 feet away and scored a head shot.

He gave up his ID card and I bought the deceased and his girlfriend a round of drinks.

Congrats to the Butterbeans hopefully it won't rain on there wedding day like it did today for Domino. More insults to come the Mayors of Blackout City will be spending the rest of the evening balls deep in coeds

Shadow government, I have waited two long dry years to feel the thrill of the hunt, smell the fear of my prey as I stalk them and the exhilaration of the wetting moment. This morning's kill has revitalized my bloodlust and leaves me wanting more!

The details: flipdog of team globix has assasinated kit marlow (apparently named after some pussy British ageant movie) and his late addition partner who sucked so bad he didn't even have a gun. I stalked this chump outside his nyu dorm residence for a while until he showed his face, he gave chase and I pursued through the familiar streets of the west village until I caught up to and killed this fool while he was trying to get his gun out of his backpack!

A note to newbies: waterguns don't do shit in a back pack!

P.S Kit marlow said his friend was a late addition and we should be getting an email about it, we didn't, but he's dead anyway. In addition to not being ready for this game, neither of these fools had an id card, I made arraingments and got it later.

The Globix Corporation looks forward to its next target!

Supreme Commander,

It is with a heavy heart that I withdraw from this years tournament.

At this point in time I do not have what is needed to see this through to the end. And if I can't give it my all, then I cannot be a part of it. To stay in the game wouldn't be fair to myself, my target(s), or those hunting me.

I grew to love this game over the past three years, but right now it isn't fun, and if it isn't fun then whats the point?

The few of you who actually know me will understand what a difficult decision this was to make.

Yours in sub-rosa,
Mr. Peter Stevens
Congress Occultus

Say it ain't so! There goes anyone's chance to wet last year's champ.
:(

In this game, YOU ARE NOT SAFE.
Not even in your home.
Friends, workers, even roommates could turn on you at any moment.
It happened to me.
Just WATCH YOUR BACK.
-Agent Stealth :: Streetwars '06 (1 kill), Streetwars '08 (0 kills, sudden death by betrayal).

Stay strong my friends. STAY STRONG!

The rest of you bitch made assassins caught a break with Stevens leaving the game. It sickens to think that our glorious commander would be doing battle with some unworthy,talentless 3rd rate assassin all because Peter Stevens was not there to end their miserable dry existence.

Not to fret we'll make sure only the best of the best gets to die by the golden gun. For the rest of you I personally assure you that you're death will be humiliating,efficient and very messy just like bukkake. <3

One day is down.

I just got murdered hit hard basicly drowned now I gotta wait a whole year to get get down again good luck guys

My guy has no job it is bullshit. Hard one to get. He'll be dead by tomorrow.

Agent Stealth, say it ain't so. I was hoping to get the chance to wet you ;)......again.
Agent PS shouldn't have even won last year. I blew my shot and he was basically handed the tourney by the SC. And now you didn't even get wet and are just giving up? Your heart shelled out 45 bucks but suddenly now it's changed? Talk about melodrama.

P.S.

Pussy Stain

Damn. A worthy challenger bows out. You are some lucky bastards.

Peter,

Ouch, after one night. It sounds like you got lucky last year.

How many hours of boring-ass stakeout did you really do?

How much fun can *you* make of a shit assignment?

I guess I should be glad you're out, but still I'm disappointed.

You all are a bunch of internet camels, drooling on your keyboards. Why don't you post a new fucking post and stop flaming the comments on the one lowly post that's up here... I thought assassins had some brains.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSSXO65jTvA

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2yWTZWtE2yM

Hey Pink ... I have a feeling the pseudonym is quite appropos.

Ole!

Day One. 10 p.m.

Another shit night in Shit City - er - Staten Island (it's what you were all thinking, let's admit it). We (Agent Zeb and Agent Coulion,) begin a stakeout like any other. Target One - We wait outside his house, staring at his red Shelby GT500 Mustang for a good hour before realizing that orange soda and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups will keep us going. We head one block west to the nearbyCVS drugstore. As we smoke some stress-relieving cancer sticks, things get interesting.

The oh-so-easily-recognizable mustang we had watched just minutes earlier had now turned into the CVS parking lot and proceeded to park in the same empty row that our black, tinted windowed vehicle occupied - enjoying a smoke through a cracked open window, completely oblivious to our presence.

It felt like hours watching our target sitting just feet away from us as we shook with adrenaline and ached to take action. But lo and behold he finally pulled away, and headed west down Arthur Kill Road. We flew around the next block to avoid suspicion before tailing him through yellow traffic lights and hard turns. Target One leads us on an 18 mile car chase lasting approximately 2 hours up, down, and around two major Staten Island highways. Target One caught on to us, quickly breaking on the shoulder to 'let us pass' only to catch up to us, giving us the grill down of a lifetime (hardly). He tried to give us the slip, taking a sneaky turn off an exit, but we're just too damn good for suchamateur moves. We continue southbound on 440 and watched our target race off the highway. We floor it to the next exit, pull into the service road gas station, reverse our vehicle against a fence in the guise of being 'just a parked car.' And we wait.

Mere seconds later the mustang soared past us, thinking he's in the clear. But, oh, how wrong he was. . .

Trailing a car or so behind to avoid his attention we twisted and turned around the back roads of the forgotten borough trying to keep up. After a sharp turn and three Sunday drivers slowing us down we began to lose hope, second guessing ourselves that the target high-tailed it down a side street and was making a clear get away. We took a sharp right turn but caught a glimpse of themustang through a row of trees heading in the opposite direction. Rather than pulling a 180 we continue full speed down a narrow road we assumed would lead us right behind our now escaping target. Tiresscreech as we come to what revealed itself to be the dead end of a community housing driveway, kick it in reverse backtracking down the driveway faster than we came in. Back on track a red light up ahead allows us to get right up his ass heading straight for the sameCVS . We anticipate his moves, cut across the familiar parking lot, cutting down the block before his and park our car just out of his line of sight as he pulls into his driveway.Zeb jumps from our car in an attempt to sneak up behind the target, but the King of Sting was no where near leaving his pretty little whip.Zeb returns to our car. It appears to be a stalemate until....an idea!
We pull up dead behind the mustang and stop, the front passengers staring directly into the red beauty. He thinks we're just fucking with him, but little does he know, Zeb is creeps out the back passenger door and takes cover behind a parked car directly across the street from the target. Our car speeds off, leaving Zeb to take out Target One on his own.

Parking around the block from the waiting game that is coming to a slow boil, a cigarette break is taken when it comes to our attention thatZeb had forgotten his cell in the back seat! Concerned and unaware of what's going down, we creep back around the block and park, send whistle signals and find out that we didn't miss any action. AgentCoulion watches from the back tinted windows through binoculars, sees the target emerge from his car thinking he was safe as Agent Zeb quickly dashes up behind him from across the street. Water streams over the mustang as the two circle and duck around it, each trying to take the other out.

Zeb: "I so got you."
Target One : "Yea you did."

holy shit. Best story ever.

Vincent was sent to sleep with the fishes between 7:30pm-9:00pm.

"Better luck next time."

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