Nearing The Conclusion Of Blind Man's Bluff Day!
You've lost a lot of blood. There are at least three opponents out there who are still alive and waiting for you to come stumbling out in your private darkness so that they can pummel you into nothing with bats and razor sharp garden saws. Your advantage: There will be no stumbling.
"You got no chance boys!" shout at them. "I've spent the last year with a rag over my eyes every hour of every day. I took it off only to attend my brother's second wedding in July. And I can tell you from here, I know where every pebble in this lawn is placed, where every bump in the soil will rise up to try and stub my toes, and where each one of you is hidden, panting out a whispered prayer to get just one shot in, before I open up your skulls and send you off to meet your teammates in the next world. You got ten seconds to run."
They won't buy it. They won't run. You're going to have to move on to plan b (stumble upon their hiding places completely by chance and then carve into their bellies with the jagged edge of a sawed off wiffle ball bat).
Happy Nearing The Conclusion Of Blind Man's Bluff Day!
