Pixel Imperfect

I died. It was most brutal. SOMEONE (Either Tim S. or Justin) let John into the suite. The door was open because K-Swiss was out at the moment. John stole quickly into the room and noticed his good fortune. He flung the door open and the sock hit me in the eye. Hard. "You're dead." That was 5 days ago. Now, our whole alliance has been eliminated.

We can't call it Assassins, so now, we're playing Elimination. Starting Monday at 6pm, everyone on campus will be paranoid, glancing behind them as they scurry to class, double checking who's standing outside before they make a run for it. I only hope I can make my first kill.

11:48 am. Walking to the IT Client Services to pick up some blank CD's for Dr. Calhoun-Sauls. I see a bit of my breakfast lying on the sidewalk. I smile. I didn't like the Lemon Zest Luna Bar anyway.