today i have performed my first kill as a ninja, by no
means my last kill as a ninja.

my victim was a dangerous one, the big alex athanassiou
of the jacobites. at 5:30 pm on this grim rainy sunday,
i ran into my victim in a-entryway of old quincy and
we shot at each other simultaneously. being a ninja
with the superior aim, my bullet struck him in the head,
while his hit the wall behind me and fell on the floor.

may his soul rest in peace,

t-ninja

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Dear Shogunate,

It has truly been an honor to represent my clan, the Jacobites, in reverent
service to our ancestors, dispatching the unjust and wicked warirors who
roam the plains in search of vile carnage. for the past week, i have
scoured the buildings, hidden in every bungalow, crawled through filth the
likes of which the Devil has not even seen, to pursue and evade. Going so
far as to run naked through New Quincy, i have consistently upheld the
honor and esteem of the Jacobites.

Sadly, at around 6:35 pm on this hallowed eve, the undiscerning hand of
Fate struck me down in Old Quincy A. Having been declared ronins- prey to
the basest and most foul assassin dogs- my clanmate and I stealthily made
our way into our positions, which found me in the small hallway near the
stairs. Crouching with my guns poised, i detected a faint pattern of steps.
My heart began to race, my insatiable bloodlust peaked, and my trigger
fingers twitched.

In a sudden blaze of gunfire, the ninja Turgut Cankorel bounded up the
stairs and brandished his weapon. I opened fire with both guns as did he,
and in that moment, i saw (and felt) my own mortality. For as my
instruments of justice struck the railings and the the wall above Turgut's
head, his dart found the tip of my earlobe.

With one sigh of relief, I fell backwards. A strangely exhilirating feeling
overcame me, and a drawn smile appeared on my face. At last, i welcomed
death with open arms.

my time on this corporeal realm was at an end...

alexander apostolos athanassiou, jr.
ancestral guardian of the Jacobites