I won an award for "Best Kill Story," for my account of the high speed scooter vs. bicycle kill. My trophy is a bottle of vodka. That is, my trophy is a two foot glass bottle of vodka shaped like a shotgun! It's pretty dope. Shots were pulled at the party and about half of it was gone. I had to manage to ride my scooter home, in a suit, with the open liquor bottle safe and concealed. I'm a professional, though, so it was no problem.
I'm looking forward to helping the Shadow Government get Streetwars started up in Seattle. There's a ton of people I know up there who want to play, and it'll be fun to watch it unfold from the safety of my fortress.
OH! So, remember the mystery girl from the first day who happened to be near my victim's office? She was the one who made the little gun gesture at me. She was the bartender at the party tonight. I totally recognized her, but she only vaguely remembered the incident, so she couldn't remember exactly how she knew I was in the game. Ah well.
I'm relieved and sad that it's over, but I'm already scheming next time.
