By Humayun Khalid
Esteemed Shogunate,
I bow my weary head in silent sorrow as I announce my death, and that of two
invaluable clanmates. You have already been informed of the details: Sarah
Speigel jumped out of a first door closet and her clanmates picked up where
she left off in the basement. First of all, let me praise, without reservation,
the dignity and the professionalism of the Spawn of a Precaherman. When my
clanmates and I walked in on their little den in the basement, we were awed
by the efficiency of their setup. Diligent in preparation , generous in victory,
and perseverant against early losses: they are worthy foes. This is more than
I can say for certain nameless other clans that are currently aligned against
us. And as to my own clan, my beloved Matriza, the war-machine extraordinaire....
we're still very much alive and we're going to strike back with a vengeance.
Beware our wrath! Or be burnt by it.
And a parting note on my own fate -- I did not expect to die this young; I
had many many more kills all dreamed up. I have had a short but an honorable
life. I have been fortunate enough to serve my clan and the Shogunate with
dignity.
it is better to live for a day as lion than to live an eternity as a jackal....
Kawasaki, of Matriza
By Darryl Li
Esteemed Shogunate,
I have sad news to report; three members of our clan, the Matriza, have fallen
in the heat of battle. Approximately 15 minutes ago, Humayun "Kawasaki" Khalid,
Brenna "Mitsamura" Farrell, and myself proceeded down the stairs of B entry
to enter the fray. Mindful of our vulnerable position, we made sure to secure
every corridor and service closet on the way down -- except for the one on
the first floor. A single spawn darted from the closet. Per Assassin rules,
I preemptively stunned her but it was too late for the esteemed Kawasaki --
lost so young, after only two spectacular kills! We then proceeded without
Kawasaki into the basement, where I noticed a gray door slightly ajar. I kicked
open the door and fired. The dart missed, but an assailant emerged. I knew
we had stumbled into a trap -- we needed an exit, and fast. Mitsamura was
hit from behind as she fled. I turned back, fired, and missed. Alas, the next
spawned dart struck me true.
Some may say that I never should have taken the red pill, but I disagree. It was a war well-fought, and it is far from over.
Your obedient servant,
Morpheus
Esteemed Shogunate,
It is with great sadness and humilation that I report to you my untimely end.
After witnessing the violent death of our renowned clan member Kawasaki at
the hands of a nerf-packing Spawn mama lurking in the dark recesses of an
Old Quincy janitor closet, my surviving clan member and I proceeded down the
stairs of b-entryway. Upon seeing a door close suspiciously, my clan member
Morpheus agressively kicked the door open while I quickly ran to take cover
behind the soda machine. Unfortunately my manuvering was not fast enough,
for the provoked Spawn members came out of their subterranean hiding spot
and shot me somewhere in the back. Then, as I wheezed my last breath I was
tortured with the pain of witnessing my brother Morpheus being pierced in
the eye by a foam projectile. My grief and shame are profound most high Shogunate.
I hope that by confessing the humiliation of my failure in battle my weary
spirit may find respite from the agonizing limbo in which it now wanders.
In death,
Mitamura, Ghost of Old Quincy Basement