There seem to be quite a number of internet-organized games and flashmobs going down these days. Vancouver has seen giant pillow fights, zombie attacks, huge games of hide and seek, and apparently a city wide fight to the death by want-to-be assassins… all right under our noises. While all these activities are interesting, this Street Wars contest really sounds like the exciting one.
Upon registering with Street Wars you receive an envelope containing the name, address, phone numbers and photo of your target. You have three weeks to hunt them down, and spring a surprise attack on them. By this we don’t mean jumping out from behind a bush screaming BOO, it’s more like a strategic ambush. One may choose to pose as a postman and upon answering the door, soak their target, which ‘kills’ them. Once ‘dead’ you take your victims envelope and begin to hunt down their intended target. And so on. This continues until the target you assassinate has your photo in their envelop. You win Cash, your life and get to stay dry!
Here are part 1 and part 2 of a news segment about the tournament. It’s somewhat anti-climatic but still a lot of fun.
StreetWars: A 3 week long, 24/7, watergun assassination tournament — NYC, Vancouver, Vienna, San Francisco via Coolhunter.net
Manhunt-Vancouver via Beyond Robson
Update: Sounds like this week they are playing a large session of dodgeball near the Vancouver Art Gallery instead of the usual Manhunt games.
I actaully know of a guy that did this last year…Said it was awesome…
Whoooooo I’d LOVE to do this. Sign me up right now. … haha maybe I’ll end up stalking you next tournament Sean
My dad, an art teacher at a state high school, plays this every year with the rest of the teachers. They do it in the very last week of the school year…hearing the stories was always fun, especially since some of those involved were my teachers!
One year my dad got quite far into the game but was taken out very sneakily…there was a fairly new teacher who our family hadn’t met. And so when someone disguised stranger turned up at our door (we live at least half an hour out of town) on a sunday afternoon my dad was a sitting duck!
Good times!