This became a lot less fun.

I kind of expected this but expecting and experiencing are two vastly different things.

I almost got murdered today.

I was at home working out how to capture and restrain a proxy.

Then there was a knock at the door.

I went to the door warily.

No one visits me at home now.

Not without calling before hand. So I stood of to the side as I opened the door. Immediately two gun shots went off where I would have been standing and I slammed the door and locked it before running into the living room.

There was a pounding on the door and then it splintered open and I hid behind the couch.

I heard whoever it was moving around and ran into the kitchen.

The kitchen is connected to the living room through the dining room which is parallel to the entryway so I had hoped he wouldn't see me.

Unfortunately there is a small area of open space between the dining room and the entryway and he happened to be standing there. The shot grazed my shoulder and I tripped but managed to roll into the kitchen. Luckily for me my kitchen has an island of counters in the middle so I was able to hide behind those and grab a knife from my utensil drawer.

Unfortunately the only knives in the drawer were butter knives. The man came around the corner of the counter island and I lunged at him tackling him against the fridge.

I half expected this to turn out horribly like my attempt to tackle Xerox but apparently this one was much less stable and it worked.

Before he could recover I began stabbing wildly.

Stabbing someone with a butter knife isn't as easy as say a steak knife but by the time he knocked me away my knife was covered in blood and his chest was bleeding so I must have managed it.

Frenzied strength go!

He glared at me and put a hand to his chest then aimed his gun at me and passed out.

So now I have a proxie I guess.

But I also almost died and they know where I live.

So... I guess we'll call it a trade off.