The most successful assassins use all their skills and resources to take down their target. We have not forgotten the Rogue Knitter of last year, who tried to strike fear in the heart of every player by taking out command central.
This year, an unidentified player has decided to confuse and startle the competition. Seemingly at random, packages were found at players' doorsteps today, containing this:

Or this:

Or:


Players were momentarily thrown off their game. What did this mean? Were they dead by candy? Who was behind it all?
My dear BOTS players, what does it all mean? What could be next?
Alas, for 7 more of our players, it is too late.
Before I reveal their identities, I must share a truly awesome photo submitted by MM. Remember how she almost took out Jenna's grandmother with her presentation? Well, I believe this photo explains why:

MM, I must thank you. You have officially made knitting and this sock war extremely cool in the eyes of my 9 year old. Well done.
While I was typing up last night's review, 2 players were in the throes of death. Shannon fell to the swift needles of Esta (estacam on Ravelry). Did you know that Esta is a ringer? She is a sock war champion through The Day of the Dead sock war. Watch out! Imagine if she and Caitlin met across a skein of sock yarn!
I had a late night report from a sorrowful widower. Terry M. of MO reported the sad passing of his dear wife Peggy.
"Dear Commander Chesley
It is with a heavy heart that I report the untimely demise of my beloved wife of 35+ years. She succumbed to the deadly bots virus upon returning home this evening. Whew am I glad that her insurance policy was paid up. Private wake was held, attended by myself and her two kitties. As You may know we live in a rather remote location. The Amish neighbor is doing the honors of building the casket.
Sincerely the new widower Terry"
This morning he added:
"Commander
In my grief last night I forgot to report Peggy's final words "Yummy Socks".
Terry"
The family was hit doubly hard as their daughter-in-law, Mindy, fell to Amy (outdoorsgirl).

About an hour later, Rori of OK was viciously attacked by socks from Wendy's (trixie423)hands.


Perhaps Rori's family will be comforted to know that Wendy was seen taken from the battlefield with a wound to her knitting fingers. Seems the intense speed with which she knitted led to a yarn burn across a finger.
Leah (lettuceleaf) executed Jen KC of ME in style, going so far as to provide the headstone.




Despite the amazing headstone, Jen reports that her murder was particular torturous as her killer taunted her in the days prior to the assassination.
As reported by Jen,
"Last week, the lovely LettuceLeaf sent me the following PM on Ravelry:
This Grave
contains all that was mortal
of a Young English ‘Knitter’
Who
On ‘her’ deathbed
in the bitterness of ‘her’ heart
at the Malicious Powers of ‘her’ enemies
Desired
these words to be engraven on ‘her’ Tomb Stone
Here Lies One Whose ‘Socks Did Her In’.
Then, on Monday, afternoon, a new pair of socks appeared in her projects, knit for me. I was doomed.
It was a dark and drizzly night. I knew that death might be upon me, so as I turned the corner onto my street, it was with trepidation that I looked at the mailboxes. There was no key in the large mailbox, meaning someone on our street had a package too big for their box. As I unlocked my box, I hoped against hope that the key to the big mailbox was not there. Lo! It was. Maybe my husband placed another order with Sierra Trading Post...he's an addict. But, no, there, in the big box, were two packages. One, I knew, was my end. At 7:35, I was struck dead in my kitchen. But, I have BEAUTIFUL socks that fit perfectly!
Note that the little figures on the tombstone are actually buttons!"
Well played, Leah!
It was not a good night for the Jens in our game. Dear Jen D. (madmaineknitter) fell a swift, yet patriotic death at the hands of Terri of MO (knitparty).
She submitted this report:
"(with apologies to Mark Twain) The news of my death is, sadly, not an exaggeration. I have the great misfortune to note that, at 6:19 PM, I was felled with a deadly--but wonderfully patriotic--pair of socks dispatched by Terri Davis of Missouri. A cruel karmic twist, I suppose, given that I was Terri's assassin in BOTS I. To show me she recognized the irony, Terri skewered my sock with a cold metal size 6 needle.
The deadly socks were accompanied by a Livestrong bracelet, a gorgeous set of stitch markers,and the following note:
Ah, Jen, so sorry to see you go
You have been a most lovely foe
Your socks are well stuffed complete with skewers
I felt lucky to be your wrongdoer.
Love,
Terri aka Knitparty from Missouri"



Players, you have completely exhausted me tonight. The action has left me dizzy. 11 players are now dead. 9 pairs of socks are in-transit.
Note to our dearly departed. If you have socks-in-progress that need to be passed along to a killer, please check in with me first. Now that a number of players have fallen, I am orchestrating getting the socks directly to the next living assassin in line.
Good night all! I look forward to tomorrow's action.
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