When I was in high school (when punch cards and Commodore PETs roamed the earth) the game was called Assassin and was played with dart guns. I played for a month, and it was one of the most stressful times of my life. I eventually got whacked by my then-girlfriend as I was walking between classes.
One of the interesting twists to Assassin was was that you weren't allowed to have witnesses to your "crime", which meant you could relax when there were other people around. But it also made it easy to become complacent, which is how I met my fate.
One of the interesting twists to Assassin was was that you weren't allowed to have witnesses to your "crime", which meant you could relax when there were other people around. But it also made it easy to become complacent, which is how I met my fate.