Why do the good die Fong? (Getitgetitgetit?) Another victim to the hungry blade of one of our last assassins. As the game nears its inevitable conclusions, the competitors get fiercer, and the casualties get even more tragic. Guess that fancy Roll Call dancing wasn't enough to distract Ryan's executioner. And if that didn't work, are any of us truly safe?
Skipping through the meadows, stabbing all the way,
Your Assassins Chairs
No comments:
Post a Comment