BANG! YOU'RE DEAD
And your Hunter can claim another Victim. Unless, of course, you're clever enough to do in your Hunter first, say with a rapid-fire brassiere, or explosive spurs....
In the 21st century, all the world's a stage, and the play is war games. Nothing messy, of course; no armies, no bombers. Instead, war has become personalized: an intimate game for two players.
But when the players are a Roman sunset-seller compounded equally of charisma and incompetence, and a beautiful blonde backed by corporation money, cameras, spotlights, and the Roy Bell Dancers, the game becomes even more intimate than usual. Because Caroline Meredith will do anything for her 10th Victim