Here is a photo from a Fusion event last Saturday. We played “Ping Pong Assassin” in the mall here in Celje. Everyone playing wrote their name on a ping pong ball, then the balls were put in a bag and everyone drew a ball. The name on the ball was who you were to “kill.” Everyone scatters amongst the Saturday shoppers and the kids in the sladoled (ice cream) line to try and hide or be the great hunter that goes boldly for their prey. Once hit with the ping pong ball, a player “dies” and must return back to home base….I was tempted just to hide in H&M and do some shopping. Much to my chagrin I was assassinated within the first 30 seconds of the game the first two rounds. The third round, however, I lasted a whole 5 minutes. wow. I must be a pro. We had a no running rule. I mean, this is smart considering the densely populated area. Humans are pretty solid and if you accidentally run into one, they will fall down. Foiled by the law of gravity yet again. Anyway, I say all that to say that it is really hard not to run when the lion hunter makes eye contact with you and you know you are the tastiest looking gazelle ever. “RRRUUUUUNNNNNN!!!!” repeats over and over at an ear piercing volume. I’m pretty sure the bright yellow shirt I was wearing was a poor choice when playing an assassin game. I was the weak, bleeding leg wound gazelle right from the start. I didn’t have a chance. Plus, I think some of these kids must practice at home or they have had a lot of experience with target practice.
It was a really great time and we even had a girl show up who has never been to Fusion. Score! Afterwards we made our way to the church for pizza and volleyball where I provided the sweet jams and maybe an impromptu dance performance to a Backstreet Boys songs. Three cheers for boy bands! Hip Hip Horray, Hip Hip Horray, Hip Hip Horray! What can I say? Improv is everywhere.