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The Text Message That Killed 10 People - The Cover Story
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Sat, Feb. 14th, 2004 11:55 pm
The Text Message That Killed 10 People

So yesterday I was at Wedge Gaming, as is my habit on Friday evenings (and often Saturday mornings). So this particular night, one of our friendly neighborhood SFS officers, we'll call him, Primary Objective, decided to run a modified game of Assassin, in which he was the only target, and respawned ten minutes after having his ticket punched. Naturally, he was horribly gunned down a minute or two after midnight, but then stayed in the Wedge a bit playing Scotland Yard.

Now, I was with a group of seven other fellows playing Citadels at this time. We decided it would be amusing to write "Bomb" on a bottle of Sprite, and hurl it across the room. It worked, but alas we left one witness who was not a member of our party, and thus did not get a clean kill. We were told that bombs have a range of 10 feet, unless otherwise labeled (suicided bombings are not allowed).

So later that evening, Jeremiah came over to me and asked to borrow my cell phone. I let him have it, and he called his own. He argued that the ring was the detonation signal to kill the GM, but Primary Objective ruled that the phone had the word "Bomb" nowhere on it, and thus did not count as a kill. Jeremiah was somewhat dejected and returned to his seat.

Then, I got in on the act. Jeremiah was sitting in the same cluster of chairs with Primary Objective. So, I took my phone, called up the last destination number, and sent it a text message that said simply "Bomb 20 feet :-D". As myself and my comrades sat and continued to play Bang! as nonchalantly as possible, we fell silent as we heard Jeremiah's phone ring. Everybody in the cluster around him jumped, but he told them, "No, its not a bomb, its just a text message." At this point he flipped open his phone and read the contents of the message. The expression on his face was priceless, interrupted only when he shouted "YOU BASTARD!" across the room to me, at which point myself and all my co-conspirators leaped to our feet and cheered. Shortly after we were awarded a bag of Hersey's Kisses as our reward for whacking the GM in a creative way.

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