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A Shadowy, Wet World of Squirt-Gun Assassins

It was as though Michael Deane, a 32-year-old transplant from London, did not get the memo that crime is way down in Manhattan. He looked like something out of “Death Wish” as he drove slowly past his Riverside Drive apartment in broad daylight, his bloodshot eyes darting from pedestrians to parked cars to old people sitting on park benches.

He had been sneaking around like a noir hero for two and a half weeks, finding new and shadowy exits to his regular places. He was tired from lack of sleep, and while it was early yet, he was looking forward to a stiff cocktail when he got upstairs.

Mr. Deane, a freelance audiovisual technician, was becoming a player to be reckoned with in this year’s StreetWars tournament. With only a few days left, he stood a fighting chance at being the last person standing, the $500 prize in one hand and his dripping gun in the other. But with the pool dwindling, his own would-be killer could not be far.

Is this some lonely man who has gone on his own little city rampage?  Or perhaps its an underground club of likeminded killers who apply their extra skills for pleasure and perhaps just a little mayhem.

No - This is the shadowy wet world of Squirt Gun Assassins.

When i first started reading this article i thought it was absolutely ridiculous and couldnt be true... when i read into more depth though i realised that actually this sounds like a massively fun idea!  Its like an organized adult version of water fighting with a twist that becomes all the more real once you add 25 or so years of Hollywood movies into your head and suddenly "everyone" is out to get you.

Too bad there are no matches here in Cairo - i wonder what the Egyptian Government would have to say about that? :)

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