Evil Prank Tag
Basically it started out when we were in halls at Uni and someone (I'll call him Bob) went in and moved all the furniture around in one of the other rooms. I should mention at this point we lived in these old halls and there were between 6 - 8 rooms on a floor all single occupancy.

We thought this was a pretty tame joke so we moved it to the next level and we gaffa taped as much stuff as humanly possible to Bob's ceiling and walls. I think my favourite part of that was getting hoops of tape and then rolling them over all the loose change we could find then making almost a money-tape-bunting. We also managed to make a sock chandelier out of coathangers.

What happened next was prank tag over the remaining 10 weeks of term.

Bob found this highly irritating as he couldn't find things for days so decided to get his own back on us. This time I fell victim to the prank. On hindsight we really should have started locking our doors but as students we didnt think like that. Anyways I came home to find three random cats in my room! As soon as I opened the door two of them ran out but the other was under the bed hissing at me and I spent a good half an hour trying to get it out. I am also highly allergic to cats so was sneezing for the next 4 days. Apparantly these cats belonged to the caretaker of the building and whenever I next saw them they glared at me...

This is War!! I declared and started hatching my evil plan of revenge. Now Bob never locked his door either and lived on the ground floor. The windows were those silly safety ones that open outwards but swing from the top. They normally open about 8 or so inches. However if I unscrewed the brackets I could open them all the way.

Enlisting the help of some of my more evil friends we managed to collect some newspaper and some puce-esq paint that the hallways were painted in. Over the next few days we painted many sheets of newspaper in the lovely puce and waited until we knew he would be out all day. Brilliant he was going to a footie match and then would hit the pubs after. We were all very excited leading up the day, and finally it rolled round.

We went in to his room via the door, locked it from the inside (they were deadbolt types) and then jumped out the window and ran back inside. We then papered over the opening to the door in the puce newspaper and awaited until he got back.

Hiding out in one of my acomplices room who lived just down the corridor we eagily waited.

Well his team had won so he was pretty slaughtered. He wandered into the corridor and made it about halfway to his door when he stopped and looked slightly bemused. We were trying not to laugh too loudly but he heard us and turned round shouting "very funny you blubbering nicompoops! But no match for me!"

At which point he ran at the door, expecting to burst through the paper and open the door which he never locked.... only to bounce off the locked door and end up in a pile on the floor surrounded by puce newspaper. He had a very attracive black eye for a few weeks after that.

We called quits to prank tag.. but I think it was clear I won.

Length? The whole 10 weeks, baby.
( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 15:03, 1 reply)

lol
Random cats in your room, thats a good one
(jnewco81, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 19:48, closed)