"Congratulations my son, your latest accomplishment has merited advancement to the 4th level of assassinry," says the Guildmaster, "you are now--wait for it--a Murderer!"
"Murderer?! I paste the innards of the heir-apparent all over the Baron's private bed chamber and I get to be a character in an Agatha Christie novel? This guild is for douchebags. I'm outta' here!"
For further reading: Ray Bradbury's prescient--if non-assassin-based--short story of technology-induced sensory overload, "The Murderer." Nah, don't bother. I mean it's all right but nothing special.
I'll try again tomorrow with Thug; much more meat there.
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