This is not what I had planned for the summer
Ok before we start let me get one thing very clear. This did happen to me. Whilst at some points I wish it hadn't there are times when I did enjoy it. You'll find those out at a later date. Before we start allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rory Clover at your service and any attempts to make a joke about the butter will result with a Rondel dagger in your back. Trust me I have plenty of those and I know how to use them. I've loved Assassin's creed ever since it came and the prospect of multiplayer only made me dribble except when I get killed by a hooker ahem I mean Courtesan. I'm the sort of person you'd walk past in the street without a second glance red hair that refuses to behave itself, slim and of medium height. Right now that that's over with on with the show.
It was your average Saturday afternoon. The summer exams were taking place and I was relaxing with a much needed break on my Xbox. I'd decided to try multiplayer on Brotherhood again and rather surprisingly there was still a large number of people playing. I quickly joined a wanted game selected the Harlequin and began to play. It was brilliant playing as the dashing clown again everything from his swagger to his sinister smile brought back nostalgia of the days when I'd first got the game. Positioning my self on a roof I waited for my target to come along the corner (no I'm not a roofer I was trying for extreme variety) My mouth split open in a smile as my target came rushing around the corner "that's right you little runner, come to me" I whispered under my breath. Yes I do got a bit psycho when I play this as soon as he was in range I jabbed the X button and watched my Harlequin jump down off the roof. Only to get stuck in mid air. I frowned and twiddled the sticks a bit to see if that would help. Naturally it didn't. I sighed and got up. I was hungry anyway so I went into the kitchen to grab a snack. Rummaging through the cupboards I found a flapjack that was left over and wandered back into the living room. There lying on the floor was the Harlequin himself. My flapjack hit the ground causing my dog Lorcan to come over and finish it off. He'll eat anything that dog. I was a bit preoccupied by the demon clown lying on the floor before common sense took over. Hurrying over to the still figure I quickly reached down and removed his daggers. I'd seen what he could do with those and I wasn't taking any chances. I quickly hid my daggers in one of my old broken down PC's I figured that Cahin wouldn't be able to figure out how to unscrew the back. Just as I was screwing the casing back into place a scream from down stairs caused me to jump up and hit my head. "Bugger" I muttered under my breath before shooting down the stairs. Back in the living room Cahin was evidently awake as he was trying to throttle my sister. "What have you assassine bastardos done with me this time?" He was shouting. I launched myself through the air delivering a fairly powerful kick to Cahin's temple (I've trained in Kendo and some hand to hand combat techniques did I forget to mention that?) Cahin promptly collapsed to the floor and my sister collapsed onto the sofa gasping for breath. "Sorry about that" I said whilst checking that Cahin was still breathing. "Why is the demon clown from Brotherhood lying on our floor?" she rasped rubbing her throat. "Don't ask as I don't know" I replied helping her to her feet. "You know that you're going to get the blame for this don't you?" she grinned "Not the most helpful thing you could have said" I muttered looking down at the still body of Cahin. "We should probably get him onto the sofa" my sister said grabbing his legs. I grabbed his arms and we began to pull him towards the sofa we stooped midway though and looked at each other panic etched across our faces. The front door had just unlocked.