It took planning and plotting. The first one was easy. He was impulsive, always getting into fights. It didn’t take much to get him started, and I made sure there was an audience. He mouthed off one time too many, and picked a fight with the wrong guy. He never saw the knife coming, and my hands were clean.

The second one was smarter. She’d plotted the deaths of others, framing her enemies when she couldn’t make it look like an accident. I took a page out of her own book of tricks. I planted evidence that a third roommate was trying to kill her. They’d had their squabbles and I knew they both wanted to kill each other. She took out the third roommate while he slept. Too bad she didn’t notice the needle hole in the cork of her favorite wine. Okay, so my hands did get dirty on that one cleaning up her arsenic tainted puke.

By then my last roommate was on to me. He challenged me to a duel. A single roll of the dice, and a winner would be determined and the loser would fall. The roll was made, and he fell. Sometimes being a Dungeon Master can be a wonderful thing.

_{For those of you who are unaware, Dungeon Masters are the people who control all the monsters/villains in a role playing game, which is where I killed my roommates, or at least their characters.}2 years ago