Death Comes to Carol and Beth, tuesday morning, a grayish day
By Beth Marino

As Carol and Beth were being hardcore, stalking through the old quincy courtyard, and then stealthily creeping up the steps to their own rooms, they were suddenly and fatally accosted by two members of that-team-who-we-were-sure-didn't-have-us. Guess they did. Man, and of course, the way they got us was they knew Carol was rowing at 7 and they figured that we would be coming back from breakfast soon...due to this traumatizing event, Carol will never row again. just kidding.

The laments heard from Quincy C entry way include "fuck, I'm so pissed!" "I'm so sad!" "This is so embarrassing!" "can I still wear all black?" "damn house crew." "can we still stalk?" "are we still hardcore?" "YES, we're still hardcore." "can we still sit in the dining hall all day?" "awww, yeah."

Some hide from the quincy dining hall...we can't wait to sit there all day long...watching from the windows. the lesson we are left with after our shortlived terms as assassins is that at least with real death, you don't have to a) crawl around picking up your ill-aimed nerf arrows afterwards b) slink back to the dining hall to tell your friends that you were ambushed in your own entry-way, in spite of your hardcoreness.