Armed and Dangerous: Harvard's Deadliest Assassins

Long ago, down south in Atlanta, Kimble Poon `99 learned how to shoot a gun. But little did he know that it would come in handy in the mass slaughter of his fellow Mather House residents. As a member of the Mather HoCo, Poon felt that he should join the game last year. And after attacking his assassin matches with gusto, he will graduate with two team wins under his belt.

One of his strongest motivations for playing was his desire to perform a drive-by shooting. Always riding his bike anyway, Poon says adding a shooting component was not difficult. "You just have to hope you don't collide with them," Poon says. "I almost ran one over." Showing off with fancy techniques can be just as deadly for Poon as for his victims. Once, when he was on the track of a female athlete, he had stationed himself between some buildings to wait for her and he saw her pass by. He started biking really slowly and just as she had her hand on the doorknob to a building--a safe zone--he got her in the leg. "I almost crashed into the door," he brags of his daring kill.

Poon has no qualms about being underhanded if it means he'll hit his target. An unsuspecting mark once helped him collect some darts in the Mather basement and then Poon shot him at point blank. "He said, 'But I trusted you.' I said, 'Sorry babe.'" Poon attributes his skill at the game to two things: "I have an escort. And I'm always strapped. Always."

Stabs at a career in assassination will probably fail for Poon because of his one fatal flaw. He feels remorse. "I'm too nice. I can definitely shoot a gun, but I couldn't shoot anyone. There's guilt," he admits.