As predicted, it has been a busy weekend, with 6 more joining the ranks of the deceased.
Amy Mattson wrote this cheery note regarding her demise:
"Hello Chesley, or the person now in charge of things,
I am pleased to announce that my death has arrived. It is quite heavenly and the only thing that could have made it better was for it to have arrived sooner, like before the second pair of socks were mostly knit. I was waging my own war with a cold and feeling a need to nap. Having finished the leg on the second sock on the second pair of battle socks, I felt rather secure with where things stood and decided to succumb to the cold and the nap. It was only about 45 minutes later (2:45 to be exact) that I heard the doorbell ring. Thinking it was just the kids in the neighborhood it took me a drowsy mintue to figure out what my son meant when he came to tell me, "sorry to have to tell you mom, but you're dead." He seemed to enjoy it a bit too much. Ah well, I have comfy BEAUTIFUL feet and chocolate, which I must go hide now before my 4 year old wakes up!! And I don't have to finish the second sock!!
Sincerely,
Amy Mattson"
We are glad you are enjoying the afterlife, but we'll never reveal who is in charge. Ahahahahahahaha
Peggy, of Missouri, reports that a killer pair of socks from Emily awaited her when she returned home from a day of shopping. We shall miss you Peggy!
Peggy is joined in death by her fellow MO knitter, Rhonda, who was taken out by Debra.
But...
In an amazing turn of events, Debra was also struck down- but by Pam. Debra's official notice reads:
"Time of Death:11:27, Feb. 9, 2008
Cause of Death: Spunky Sport Hot Rod
Victim: Debra Foster age 45, who leaves behind a husband David, Jr. of 22 years, three beautiful daughters, Megan aged 17, Ara 14 and Delaney 8, and several nieces and nephews.
She has two WIP and leaves her stash to be divided between Tracy R. and Jen B."
Another MO warrior fell to the swift knitting hands of a Maine player.
"Just as Elphaba the Wicked Witch of the West was killed by a house, so was Sally killed today by a pair of Wicked Battle Socks knit by her new friend Sara. "Ding, Dong, You're Dead" was what I encountered once I opened the envelope. Gingerly opening the rest of the package, I came upon the most beautiful slime green and black socks - Elphaba would be proud to wear them and so am I! Sara, you are a Wiz!"
Sally found the following package addressed to her from Sara.
Sally carried no grudge to the grave, instead she nominated Sara for a most creative award.
Sandy, who took Bridget out in a stealth kill that the victim never saw coming, was killed herself by Carrie Lee of Maryland.
The socks that Sandy received were particularly special for the story behind them. Carrie Lee wrote:
"I made them with 3 strands of lace weight knit together. A friend is teaching me to dye yarn and I made a couple of batches to make items for a good friend of mine. I made a solid pink and the yarn I used for the socks were shades of pink, some lavender and a little fuchsia. My friend is currently battling breast cancer. She is undergoing chemo right now to shrink the tumor enough for a lumpectomy vs. a full mastectomy. Anyway, I named the yarn Debi in her honor. So Sandi got a pair of "Debi socks"."
We can't think of a better story. Carrie Lee sent pictures of her friend Debi getting her hair shaved, but due to some linked text, we weren't able to post it here. We're sending Deb lots of positive healing thoughts.
21 players are now dead
25 remain
Are you the next to go?