the end, briefly
so saturday i have to kill mike. this is the first kill about which i had some regret. of the final five competitors, mike was the one for whom i had the most respect in the game. actually, he was the only one for whom i didn't have some disdain regarding game tactics. but the chips falling where they had, i had to pick him off second and his oral argument made him a sitting duck.
so that means ericka is next. i don't try on sunday. she has a 9am and a 10:30 on monday. i get confirmation that she is in the 9am. i wait outside the room with 4 pairs of socks in the waistband of my pants. somehow i miss her as she leaves class, but i figure she'll be coming in the door by WB101. some lug blocks the door. then she appears, shrouded in a phalanx of people. she tells me later they are shocked that i charged. i'm sorry, you people are morons. you have been friends with this girl who attacked a 6 1/2 foot tall man at a formal dance as she has done this for the last month and you think i'm just going to watch her walk down the hall? riiiight. so they hold my arms, i throw socks, she runs, and then she admits defeat. not b/c she thinks i hit her but b/c she is "afraid" to continue on in the game. probably a good reason to get out of the game.
so now it's me v. niki. she posts on this blog, making me realize that i shouldn't have posted about the game until it was over. i reply to her email mocking her for being so bad at this. my favorite is that when i mock her, she replies by saying, “what?” i wonder if she is pulling the laura golden—act dumber than you are, get away with more. it later becomes clear this was not the case. i spend the day with a sock in my hand. i set up for a JLP event, socks in hand. i turn every corner, socks in hand. i go to listen to a senator speak, socks in hand and looking over my shoulder every time i hear footsteps. and i even figure it will be coming during oral args. but in the 2 minutes after i listen to two 50-year old men explain to some kid that his brief is the most ridiculous thing put to paper, i walk out of the room to get the next two contestants, no socks in hand. and i die.
my favorite part is that in her kill report, she speaks of a "tip." yes, that tip was my mocking you in a public forum. but i figure she deserves this. she's not very pleasant about the kill. i've met a lot of people thru this game, but despite the fact that she had just won the game, she was strikingly not pleasant, rebuffing my attempts for friendly chit chat, and skulking off as i shouted small talk down the hall after her. also, her email says she lurked in parking lots, which is how we know the cool kids do it. plus, i was probably her candace glover. we all know how much not killing candace had vexed me and this girl had been trying to get me for at least twice as long as i had been trying to get candace. so the only thing that kills me is that i was killed by someone who hadn't really seemed to excel at the game in an uncharacteristic moment of weakness. but since this game preys on weakness, i suppose that's fair and i'll just have to remind myself that i killed one-sixth of the playing field. which only gets me all riled up again b/c it reminds me how bad everyone else was at this game i so clearly dominated. why yes, i am tooting my own horn about how good i was at killing people with socks.
alas, it is over. and i suck. alas alas.
now we'll see if i continue to post or not. oh well.
so that means ericka is next. i don't try on sunday. she has a 9am and a 10:30 on monday. i get confirmation that she is in the 9am. i wait outside the room with 4 pairs of socks in the waistband of my pants. somehow i miss her as she leaves class, but i figure she'll be coming in the door by WB101. some lug blocks the door. then she appears, shrouded in a phalanx of people. she tells me later they are shocked that i charged. i'm sorry, you people are morons. you have been friends with this girl who attacked a 6 1/2 foot tall man at a formal dance as she has done this for the last month and you think i'm just going to watch her walk down the hall? riiiight. so they hold my arms, i throw socks, she runs, and then she admits defeat. not b/c she thinks i hit her but b/c she is "afraid" to continue on in the game. probably a good reason to get out of the game.
so now it's me v. niki. she posts on this blog, making me realize that i shouldn't have posted about the game until it was over. i reply to her email mocking her for being so bad at this. my favorite is that when i mock her, she replies by saying, “what?” i wonder if she is pulling the laura golden—act dumber than you are, get away with more. it later becomes clear this was not the case. i spend the day with a sock in my hand. i set up for a JLP event, socks in hand. i turn every corner, socks in hand. i go to listen to a senator speak, socks in hand and looking over my shoulder every time i hear footsteps. and i even figure it will be coming during oral args. but in the 2 minutes after i listen to two 50-year old men explain to some kid that his brief is the most ridiculous thing put to paper, i walk out of the room to get the next two contestants, no socks in hand. and i die.
my favorite part is that in her kill report, she speaks of a "tip." yes, that tip was my mocking you in a public forum. but i figure she deserves this. she's not very pleasant about the kill. i've met a lot of people thru this game, but despite the fact that she had just won the game, she was strikingly not pleasant, rebuffing my attempts for friendly chit chat, and skulking off as i shouted small talk down the hall after her. also, her email says she lurked in parking lots, which is how we know the cool kids do it. plus, i was probably her candace glover. we all know how much not killing candace had vexed me and this girl had been trying to get me for at least twice as long as i had been trying to get candace. so the only thing that kills me is that i was killed by someone who hadn't really seemed to excel at the game in an uncharacteristic moment of weakness. but since this game preys on weakness, i suppose that's fair and i'll just have to remind myself that i killed one-sixth of the playing field. which only gets me all riled up again b/c it reminds me how bad everyone else was at this game i so clearly dominated. why yes, i am tooting my own horn about how good i was at killing people with socks.
alas, it is over. and i suck. alas alas.
now we'll see if i continue to post or not. oh well.
posted by laura at 10:50 PM
4 Comments:
You don't suck. Did anyone else kill their first target within 30 seconds of the game start? Did anyone else hide in a closet all evening only to spring when their target was without immunity? Did anyone else kill more people? Did anyone else drag their friend to a random apartment to get a guy without their immunity?
I don't care if there was on moment of weakness in your game. You were the winner. Most kills, craziest kills, best stalker. There's always next year.
Wow - you're a really sore loser. You lost. It doesn't matter if you were the last to lose or the first to lose. You lost. You're a loser. Niki kicks (your) ass.
well i don't think anyone's going to deny that i've been a pretty sore loser about this. i don't get invested in too many things, but when i do, i clearly take them too seriously. that's pretty apparent.
and it wasn't so much that i lost that bothered me as the way in which i lost. i'm really just mad at myself. that isn't a jab at niki, that's a jab at me, who clearly deserved to die at that point.
Of course, when I say "You're a loser" I mean it in this specific instance, not in any general sense.
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