Last night, the game Assassins ended with a battle royale at midnight on Old Main Lawn, between the fifteen remaining players. They survived 150 other assassins, to make it to the final round, only to spend the last ten minutes of the game searching all the trees in Arkansas's arboretum for the last target, who was well hidden. However, this is an email I received from Matt Bakke, a pledge who was killed this past weekend.
The best way to describe it is an overwhelming sense of nothingness.
That last shot of adrenaline when danger is near, and then you feel those liberating drops of water.
Hit, wet, free. No more walking up 6 filghts of stairs. No more sidewalk chases and wall climbing. No more making body shields out of passerby's. No more stakeouts outside your door. No more being chased out of residence halls for sneaking in by angry RA's and secuirty. No more cryptic texts, "Hey man, What are you up to?" No more suspiciously attractive females asking what you're doing later. No more people hiding in bathroom stalls. No more avoiding your room like the plague. No more piles of laundry from not going to the laundry room. No more broken water guns soaking your pocket. No more furtive glances over your shoulder, and twitchy 360's, no more accidentally shooting someone for looking suspicious, no more hours in the library, no more creeping on your targets house.
Just Kevin Lawson in a dark coat with the joy of the kill in his eyes.
and Freedom.
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