They gathered, the worlds foremost longbow hunters, on the private island, to hunt the most dangerous game.
I’m the game.
As they celebrate their upcoming hunt at the cabin, I’m loosed, nothing but whatever I find in the wild to aid me. I had a brief head start to prepare. Then, armed with their trusty longbows, they’d find me.
So I run.
Run to my hidden cachet, where I’d stored infra-red goggles, camouflage Kevlar-lined hunting clothes, and the AK-47 I’d been trained with.
I owe it to my guests, after all, to be the most dangerous game I can be.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
The Most Dangerous Game
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