The Sockie Killer!

I don't know what it is, but I have always had a knack for making up fun new games to play since I was very little. Little does everyone know that there is a game that I play in my head all the time that classifies the games as winners and losers. In order for a game to make it into the winners category it needs to do one or more of several things.

WINNERS
1. Make you laugh
2. Have a danger factor, but not bad enough that you won't keep playing if you get hurt. A subset of this is everyone gets to get hurt and hurt someone else. Bonus points if I never get hurt. :)
3. Get everyone involved. Unless you were just way too small. Sorry Renee this game if for people 21 and over. :( LOL
4. Make you feel like a ninja. Because ninjas are so cool I wanna crap my pants! :)

LOSERS
1. Someone gets hurt and tells. Getting hurt and not telling is different.
2. Matt stops playing in like 8 seconds. This included all board games.
3. I get hurt. :)
4. Something breaks that is integral to playing the game. Doesn't make it a loser, but we don't get to play again and that sucks.

The game I am about to introduce you to was only played by myself and Rob, and fulfilled 3 of the 4 criteria for a fun game. You can pick which three as I tell the story.

First a little backstory. Being a 12 year old ninja is hard work since you have no money the items of your ninja trade are hard to come by. This being the case you need to improvise. Here are a list of my ninja tools:

Chinese Stars: Instead of metal Chinese stars I had paper ones with sewing needles taped into the tips and a penny in each point for weight.
Ninja Outfit: Shirt Wrapped around my head to make like a ninja mask.
Nunchucks:3 pairs of tube socks. One pair is strungout and tied together in the middle with a balled up pair in each sock.

In full ninja gear I would sneak up on unsuspecting bad guys and attack with my killer nunchucks. When swung with enough force the nunchucks made a great noise on impact and even hurt a little. (Rob was the only victim after I hit Matt in the eye. Sorry Matty good boy for not telling tho.) :)

I am not sure when it started but one day I grabbed my nunchucks on a whim and decided I would be the sockie killer so Rob was on the toilet and he forgot to lock the door. I knew this was my chance to claim my first victim. I open the door and ran in yelling "Sockie Killer!!" and beat the crap out of him with the balled up socks. He was laughing so hard he could hardly choke out what is a sockie killer, and a s quickly as the attack began it was over and I escaped with him still laughing hysterically on the crapper. Over a period of a couple years I would always surprise him in the same spot, and sometimes he would threaten me , but he would always wind up laughing really hard when it was over. Maybe it was my tighty whities or my insane look or the fact that I never gave the impression that I was doing anything but seriously trying to kill him with a sock. Whatever it was it is a fond memory for both of us. The best part is, when we talk about it he is still puzzled as to what the point was or about what prompted the attacks to this day.