I was in a game with some teammates and to win, we had to estimate how much paint we would need to cover the walls of a particular house. We walked into our assigned house–a seaside cabin–and I thought, “this will be easy!” The house was plain and square, with no hidden rooms or trickiness.
We were talking to the owner, a youngish redneck white guy, and he said “These are the names of the people I’ve already killed, who came before you.” He fanned out a bunch of slips of paper. Two of them had my name on them.
