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@csandman1977 said:
https://forum.deadbydaylight.com/en/discussion/comment/1329505#Comment_1329505
Thats only slightly disturbing! Lol
I remember shirtless plague was a request awhile back.
This community needs help lol
Chapter 34. The Stripper.
A guy or girl strips clothes the more they hit survivors, but it's scary somehow.
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I'm actually really happy with this thread. I came in expecting the worst and got the best.
Yep. Any time a corporation shines a spotlight on X group it's to get more money from it. If it's not profitable to do so or hurts the company it doesn't leave the board room. That's the hard truth of business. I think there have been several special interest restaurants that catered to X group that made the news for going out of business, but hetero people just kinda shrug at it and being a snowflake is trendy. I'm kinda curious what'll be trendy in 2030.
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I played killer once. The map was dark, and the floor was foggy. I wandered around, scared and lost.
Then as I walked through a pallet an evil goblin dropped a pallet on me. The loud noise and sudden camera change made me jump irl. Then they scampered away into the darkness.
Then I saw a blonde demon with a dagger in her hand so I readied my chainsaw and yeeted myself off a car and off the map into the abyss.
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Back in my day when I did the red ranks, I either was facing hillbilly/nurse or I was playing hillbilly. You youngins have it pretty good.
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@Snowstruck said:
https://forum.deadbydaylight.com/en/discussion/comment/1326863#Comment_1326863
I got mine the other day :0
Grats! Is fun. My favorite screenies are the achievement ones. I don't get a lot of shenanigans in my games for better or worse.
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I'm a simple man.
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What else am I supposed to do with my life
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I'm coming back for triangle head man. I shall slay my enemies with the Pythagorean theorem.
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Territorial Imperative: Instead of making it work with the basement, put down a marker in any area of the map that causes the perk to notify you if someone walks into the area you marked.
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Wagie wagie get in the cagie
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It's Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy 7 with a traffic cone on his head.
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I do things on the killer side. Both of my tome blitz paths are killer despite having a P3 survivor with all perks. You just have more control as killer (which I guess is the point).
I just don't enjoy unhooking quests. There may be games where nobody gets hooked at all, or you may not be the first one there. On top of that I do borrowed time saves sure but I'm a gen jockey at heart. I'm only adequate at loops and give me enough time and I'll find a dead zone guaranteed.
Killer is just like I press mouse 1 and person falls over. Grats!
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Today I was playing a lot of Myers and I had an Object of Obsession in the match on the other side of the breakable wall. I was still in Tier 1 so they didn't know I was there.
One broken wall later I got a quick and easy hit, then in a panic they ran into rubble and I downed them. Felt good.
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I've never seen a reason to be mean. I can be honest sometimes which does rarely rub the wrong way, but we're all playing the same game and we have that in common. I like being good to my fellow man.
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Some games are won or lost before you even start playing. Where did the survivors/killers spawn? Do they counter you? Are you playing a character that does better on indoor maps or outdoor maps? Did you get lucky?
Then the players come into consideration only after. Of course, the survivors/killers could derp out despite being given a truckload of of advantages, but I'm talking about random, casual play.
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Mine's based off my pen name. I try to leave a little signature on the internet and only go true anonymous when I need to.
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Your special abilities are only active for a short time after a generator is completed to give you an extra boost of power for 30 seconds instead of being available the entire match.
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I like putting the final reward for Tome 1 and 2 (and soon 3) on my characters. I'm not sure what I'll do when Tome 4 comes out though.
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I don't main a killer, but I do play all of them on a rotation or whim.
Be mindful of your red glow. You can't see it as killer but as survivor there's a massive four to six foot long red glow that tells the survivor where you're looking. Sometimes that extra second of hesitation is all you need to land a hit.
Make builds that fit your play style. Meta is meta for a reason but if you have problems finding people, focus on tracking perks. If you really just wanna eat pallets and force those chases, brutal strength, bamboozle, fire up, etc.
A lot of people don't like Ruin nowadays. I still like it. I'll run Ruin and Pop so when Ruin dies I still have gen regression.
Then there's the matter of blood points. If you run perks that give you bonus bloodpoints you get more toys faster and having more things to play with in my opinion is the most fun.
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I rushed to the the completion of the tome this time since I've been really busy. So whatever level you'd be on if you just beelined for the end of Part 1.
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These kind of threads are going to lead to a little girl killer that goes TEEHEEEHEEHEEEHEE every time she smacks you. It's all fun and games until speedy McGirly shanks you while giggling.
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As a matured player, the roster is getting kinda big. Would be cool if they lowered the barrier of entry. At the end of the day people just wanna have fun.
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A Spirit Unbound - Bonus Chapter
Thank you all for being so supportive of the work. In appreciation I decided to rework a chapter I discarded.
As such: A few notes.
Detective Tapp is taking the place of Rin Yamaoka. He totally volunteered and wasn't forced to by the Entity.
Detective Tapp does not match his licensed likeness. As he is filling in for Rin (she has escaped permanently) he will react to things like Rin would.
Just uh, roll with it. (I changed a bit, but you can still tell in some places there are lines meant for Rin.)
This chapter is DARK. Please take what happens with an open mind and remember it's just a story!
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My name is Detective David Tapp. It's easy to get lost in the fog, but I think I finally found where Amanda Young is setting up base.
Hawkins National Laboratory. At least, the fog brought me here. I must be on her trail. Find her. Put an end to this nightmare.
I turned around. That's the exit gate, for sure. It looks a bit odd though. Not bad.
I reached down next to my empty holster and picked up my radio. It hasn't worked for a long time, but speaking into it makes me feel better. Maybe it's just a coping mechanism for the stress I'm under.
"This is Detective Tapp. Entering the Hawkins National Laboratory. No sign of activity yet."
If I'm gonna drag Ms. Young through it, I need to start those generators. Well. Let's get to it.
I made my way out of the gateway and deeper into the complex. Wait. What's that? I hear footsteps. Someone's running.
That someone rounded the corner pretty quickly. Wait, I know who that is. Dwight Fairfield.
"Dwight!" I called out.
Dwight seemed happy to see me.
"Detective! Have you been hurt? Has anything happened?"
I felt a little surprised by the barrage of questions.
"I just got here Dwight. How did you know I was here anyway?"
Dwight smiled.
"We've got a common bond. Come on, I saw a generator over here. Show me what you can do!"
I quickly ran after Dwight as we made our way into a large room. There was a lot of boxes and barrels, but what really stood out was the long platform in the middle. I bet you could walk on that.
The sound of a generator being worked on. Someone was already in here. She was a blonde girl with a light blue shirt and dark blue jeans.
Dwight seemed to know who she was.
"Laurie!"
Laurie jumped a bit, but spoke calmly.
"Dwight. Boy am I glad to see you."
The three of us quickly got together to work on the generator. I don't know what it was, but with Dwight here, I felt like we could take on anything.
Dwight sounded excited when he spoke.
"Guys. Jake got out. All the way out. There's a way out!"
I felt a little surprised by what I was hearing. I kept my tone jovial as I made my inquiry.
"Are you able to tell us where you were last night?"
Dwight smiled as he made quicker than usual progress on the generator.
"We worked together with Evan. The Trapper. It's weird I know. We blew up a generator on the Entity, and we got Jake out.
Laurie sounded concerned.
"What about you? Did anyone else get out?"
Dwight frowned a bit.
"No. Megan. Claudette. Evan and I. We got brutalized. A lot."
Dwight laughed, shaking his head.
"I could have gone. I could have been free from all of this. But no. I'm needed here. Jake's dad is a CEO. He has power. He might have the resources to get everyone out."
I felt impressed.
"That's pretty selfless. Do you regret it?"
Dwight took a breath before answering.
"No. I don't want to be free while other people are suffering. If I'm going to survive, you all are too."
Laurie hesitated before speaking.
"I saw a dead body on my way here. Man in a white lab coat. Has anyone seen another survivor besides us three?"
I shook my head.
"As soon as I came in, Dwight found me. I haven't had a chance to look around yet."
Dwight sounded concerned.
"I don't feel abandoned. There's usually four to a trial."
I jumped a little as I heard a gunshot, followed by a woman's scream.
Dwight spoke nervously.
"That settles that."
When Laurie spoke, it was with a surprising level of certainty.
"We're facing the Deathslinger."
I felt a little surprised.
"The who?"
Dwight took a breath before speaking.
"He's got a spear gun. If you see a tall man in brown, keep your distance."
A second female screen. Whoever that was just went down. Hard. I had a general idea where she was laying from the noise, but I could tell she was being picked up.
A general sign that she was going on the hook.
Laurie, Dwight and I managed to finish our generator fairly shortly after. When Dwight spoke next, it was with certainty.
"We'll all get out of here soon. Permanently. Let's do our best team."
I nodded.
"Alright."
Laurie gasped, as if she had a supernatural sense of danger.
"He was watching me!"
Dwight looked around nervously.
"We need to split up."
Dwight and Laurie ran away from the screaming. I know they would save her if they could, but they're better on generators than I am. I'm a policeman. It's my job anyway.
Deathslinger huh. That gun won't be able to do anything to a bulletproof vest.
This place is so confusing to navigate. I'm sure Dwight and Laurie are finding generators easily, but these rooms all look the same.
It wasn't long before I saw him as I wandered. Down a reasonably long hallway, staring right at me.
At first I thought he was chewing on something, but no. The Deathslinger adjusted his jaw before he spoke.
"Get your prayers in, you'll be swinging by noon."
I didn't think I was as close to him as I was, but by the time I realized he was already aiming down his sights, he had already fired his gun.
Just like Laurie said, I had been shot by a man in a brown wide rimmed hat, and an equally brown trench coat. His piercing blue eyes reminded me of someone like the Spirit. Someone that was seeing what the Entity wanted them to see.
A harpoon of all things struck me in the chest, and just as it made impact with my ribs a barb punctured both above and below. I was being pulled in!
So much for my bulletproof vest. I gripped the chain, and felt the best course of action was to break it before I got pulled all the way to him.
If it snaps, at least he won't have a harpoon to shoot people with anymore.
Barrels. Crates. I won't let him have me. I feel like it's working. He's struggling to pull me in.
A sudden snap. It hurt, but the harpoon pulled itself out of me, and the Deathslinger grunted in surprise and pain.
I have to get away from him. It hurts. More than normal. More than a killer's normal strike. I might be able to fix this. No. Getting away first.
I was being pursued slowly, and I knew I couldn't let him get a line to shoot his gun at me again. I dropped pallets, but I couldn't stop running.
Soon I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore. Did the Deathslinger lose me? I don't want to stop running.
I heard a voice, and a flashlight clicking. It was Dwight.
"Come on old man. I'm over here!"
Dwight Fairfield. You madman. Don't get shot.
That voice. The woman I came over here to save in the first place. She's close. What do I do? Do I try to stop the bleeding, or do I save her?
I need to get her off that hook first.
Compared to girls like Laurie, Claudette and Megan this wasn't a small girl. I should be strong enough to get her off the hook though.
Actually, I feel like I've seen this woman before. On television. Black dress clothes. Hair tied in a bun. Latin girl. No it can't be, can it?
Her skin was a lot softer than everyone else I've pulled off this hook. I guess it's kind of a mixed blessing not to have lean muscles in this kinda scenario.
My head was getting faint. I'm gonna pass out from blood loss in a minute.
As I kneeled towards the ground, I heard her voice.
"I've got you. Hold on."
I couldn't help but laugh at my weakness. I could see blood pooling at her feet, but she started taking care of me right after being rescued.
It didn't take long before the bleeding stopped, and I felt a little stronger. As soon as I got up to return the favor, I had only to touch her once before she stopped bleeding too.
The lady smiled at me.
"Showing up when things get rough, listening to people's problems, and supporting those in need; that's how you become stronger, that's how you grow. My name's Jane Romero."
I knew it!
"Jane Romero. Like from the TV?"
Jane laughed.
"I'm just like everyone else. Come on. Let's get on a generator. Everyone else is counting on us."
Jane seemed to know where a generator was, but I could hear gunshots in the distance. Far off. Hang in there Dwight.
The generator had already been worked on for a bit. This secluded generator in a room would be difficult to find from the hallways without the noise, and there were remnants of a pallet here. This is where Jane got into trouble.
I decided to talk to Jane as we worked together on the generator.
"How did someone like you end up here?"
Jane shook her head.
"I don't know, but we can get through it together. People are remembered for the challenges they overcome. You can run away and forget what you're capable of or you can face your fears and remind the world of who you are."
I couldn't help but laugh a little bit to myself. To an outsider we must look crazy. We're all trying to help each other survive while someone hunts us without challenge. If we weren't so altruistic though, I'm sure we'd lose our minds. No man is an island. We need each other.
I've seen people that could have been survivors go stark raving mad, and I remember one lost soul grabbing Dwight by the throat when he went to help them. I know it hurt Dwight to knock that person out, but that's just the kind of place we're in right now.
Not only did we finish our generator, another one went off in the distance. We just have two left.
Jane stood up, and looked unusually poised.
"Okay, stay calm. Don't overthink it and just keep moving forward: you got this."
Those footsteps. The Deathslinger was getting closer. Jane got into a locker, so if I want to keep her out of harms way, I need to draw attention.
I knew the Deathslinger was following me, so I dropped every pallet I crossed to slow him down.
Crack. Crack. They were slowing him down, but not enough. He was still behind me. I could see that ominous red glow in front of him.
A gunshot. I turned around just as it hit me, and once again I was being pulled in!
There was a lot of distance between us, but we were in an empty hallway. I don't know what it was about this shot, but I felt unusually exposed. I have to get away! Now!
Despite my best efforts, I was pulled close enough to smell the stench of rot on the Deathslinger's breath, and he hit me hard enough with the butt of his gun to send me into a back flip.
I breathed slow and hard as I hit the ground. People like Dwight can handle running killers around like it's nothing, and look at me. I didn't last long at all.
I felt myself being picked up, and hoisted onto the old man's shoulder. Even struggling was difficult. I couldn't even wiggle hard enough to knock that man's hat off.
Onto the hook I went. A numb pain that forced the air out of my lungs and made my voice ring into the air.
Someone will come for me, won't they? Can I risk that? I don't want to be a burden on them. I can get off myself.
I struggled, once. Twice. The familiar claws of the Entity began to emerge quicker and quicker. Like a hand closing its grip on me.
I could feel myself shiver in fear. I knew what was coming next.
Laurie Strode came out of nowhere, and suddenly I was being pulled off the hook. Was it safe? The Deathslinger is still nearby, isn't he?
Laurie grabbed my shoulder, calming my shaking.
"There's nothing to be scared of."
A gunshot, and Laurie was facing down the Deathslinger from the business end of the harpoon piercing her.
The Deathslinger's voice was gritty and hoarse.
"There won't be nothing to fear soon. Till then, fear me."
Laurie looked at me briefly as I attempted to block the Deathslinger and break the line.
"Get on a generator, I'll be fine."
I wasn't going to let Laurie get hurt after saving me, but I also didn't want to die. When the line snapped, the Deathslinger approached both of us with ill intent.
Where do I go? The stairs!
I ran up the stairs, then another set. Empty rooms all around me, and a straight hallway heading forward. I can hear it. The Deathslinger is nearby.
Dead men in white coats. Blood on the walls. I was losing my nerve. I can hear a gunshot. Where is the Deathslinger, where is he?
I backed into a room near the generator, scanning the hallway wildly for the assailant I knew was coming.
Suddenly, I fell.
Everything went dark around me, and when I woke up, I was in a strange, dark forest. The only sign that gave me any way to get my bearings read the words 'Crystal Lagoon.'
I was at a campsite. One out in the woods. I could see wooden cabins dotting the road.
Just then, an ominous whisper filled my mind. The voice was a sharp whisper.
Yee yee yee haw haw haw.
I looked around, and fear washed over me.
Yee yee yee haw haw haw.
I looked towards the lake, and saw the Deathslinger begin to rise from the water.
Suddenly, a slap across my face. Then another.
I slowly opened my eyes and was greeted with a worried Dwight. Was I knocked out?
I looked up at the giant hole in the ceiling. I fell down two stories. I guess I can't be that shocked. What a bad time to get knocked out.
Dwight's voice was worried.
"Tapp. Are you okay? Tapp!"
I took a breath, and looked at my surroundings. Rubble everywhere. Did I make this hole?
"I'm fine, I think. Is everyone okay?"
Dwight shook his head.
"No. Laurie's on the hook. Get on a generator, I'll go get her."
Just then, a gunshot rang out, and I was caught by the harpoon!
Dwight forced the harpoon out of me by smashing the chain against a nearby construction lift.
"Go get Laurie! I'll keep him busy!"
The Deathslinger was fixated on me, at least until Dwight slammed a pallet on him.
Once it was safe, I stemmed the blood loss. I looked around, and I listened for Laurie's voice. On the stairs. There was a hook nearby. That's where she is.
I ran to Laurie, and quickly pulled her off. Unfortunately, we had little time to say anything as the Deathslinger had lost Dwight and was on us again.
A harpoon pierced Laurie's chest, and it was a struggle but I got it off her.
Part of me wanted to taunt the Deathslinger, but I knew it would just end in disaster. Laurie's more experienced than me. She can get away, right? Please get away.
I swallowed hard from my hiding spot as Laurie jumped into a locker in clear view of the killer. I was bleeding and helpless, watching as the Deathslinger walked to the locker.
Laurie wasn't standing in the locker. She was laying down, and holding the left side of the door closed. I could hear her screaming as the Deathslinger tried to reach in for her to no avail.
The sobbing did not deter our killer. He reached into the locker and started knocking the hatchets down as Laurie screamed.
Just as all hope seemed lost, Laurie grabbed one of the fallen hatchets and jabbed the Deathslinger in the face. As he was reeling, Laurie quickly ran off elsewhere in the facility.
Just then, I heard Jane's voice.
"Hold still. I'll heal you."
I didn't even realize she had approached me.
"Thank you."
Jane sounded worried.
"We still have two generators to do."
Before I could respond, a generator reached completion and made that glorious chime. Dwight is still on the ball.
Jane's voice softened.
"One generator. We'll be out soon. Hang in there Tapp."
I could say nothing, but I felt hope.
Jane gasped, then sounded excited.
"A totem. Those are never good. Let me take it out."
I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
Jane shrugged.
"Could haunt the place, but I think it's worth the risk."
I crouched as I watched Jane take the totem apart, and felt relief as it exploded without incident.
Jane stood up and smiled at me.
"Nothing to it. Let's get that last generator."
It was so quick. I saw the Deathslinger coming, but Jane didn't.
The Deathslinger spoke with a mix of pity and irritation.
"Bloody fool, you pulled the trigger on yourself."
The Deathslinger was far away when he shot, but I don't think interfering would have made a difference. Jane went down. Hard.
I'll just get her off the hook. No big deal.
The Deathslinger didn't pick Jane up. He pierced her with his gun just under the neck, and lifted her up into the air with an evil smile.
Just then, the entirety of Jane's body slid down the gun like tender meat, and collapsed in a pile, leaving only Jane's head fixated to the gun.
The Deathslinger looked surprised, and I think we both shared that awful feeling of disgust. I don't know what the Deathslinger was going to do, but I don't think that was supposed to happen.
"Get off my gun." The Deathslinger said as he attempted to hold back vomit.
When the Deathslinger shot his harpoon, Jane's head flew into one of the light fixtures above, electrocuting it and charring it beyond recognition.
The Deathslinger took a moment to clean off his gear, but I was left with a good person. No, a good friend that was now an unidentifiable pile of meat.
All of that fame. Everything that Jane was was now unrecognizable. All of that confidence. Gone.
I thought the killers were supposed to feed us to the Entity on hooks? Why? Jane. No.
I looked at the broken totem pieces. If I had done this instead, Jane would still be alive. This is my fault.
The Deathslinger chewed on something before turning my way.
"Don't think I don't see you there."
In a split second I had that gun drawn on me, but somehow this dead-eye hunter missed. Now it's time to run.
I dropped as many pallets as I could find and ran as fast as I could.
I could hear a generator. It was almost halfway done. If this place wasn't so confusing I could figure out exactly where it was.
Even though I couldn't, the Deathslinger could. He broke chase from me and went after the person working on the generator.
I could hear his voice.
"Gotcha."
A female scream. Laurie. Another scream. A hard slam on the floor.
Laurie wouldn't make it to a hook. I heard a piercing noise. Then a gunshot.
Then I saw Dwight with a horrified look on his face, and a loosely held flashlight. He wanted to rescue Laurie, and I ended up getting her killed to by running to her.
I should have paid more attention. A few moments later that harpoon was in my chest too, and I was knocked out just like everyone else.
The Deathslinger didn't give me the same ending as he gave the girls though.
I spoke to myself with a fierce determination.
"What the hell is this? I'm taking this bastard down!"
I tried to get away, trying my best to get up as I did so, but I wasn't unbreakable.
I heard a gunshot. Then another. Dwight's running towards me. If Dwight grabs my hand we can both make a break for it.
Dwight never reached me. He was pierced by an overly excited Deathslinger.
"Got ya. FINALLY."
It was soul crushing to see Dwight Fairfield go down. He was the glue holding us together, and he's going on a hook because I couldn't do my part.
Worse still, Dwight was placed on a hook in such a way that he had a clear view of me.
The Deathslinger gloated as he stood above my body.
"You know. A little spider in the sky told me you guys are trying to make a great escape. Let me tell you something."
Tendrils of the Entity appeared from nowhere as the Deathslinger spoke, delivering two red coins to the hunter.
"You all are just a bounty that stands in between me and Henry Bayshore. You so much as think about getting out of this hole, I'm always gonna pull you right. Back. In.
I felt the spear of his gun go into my back, and I felt an oddly absent pain as the harpoon pierced my mouth.
We only had one generator left.
"I had you, I had you on your knees. You're runnin' scared because we had you. We're gonna close this case!"
None of that mattered now though. With my last fading light I saw Dwight being carried away to the Entity.
If I was just a better survivor, none of this would have happened. I'm nothing but a disappointment to my friends. Friends that counted on me to do my part.
I awoke at a familiar campfire, with no signs of the wounds I had accrued.
I'm going to do better. I have to do better. I can't let this happen again. Never, never again.
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I always used Stake Out as a killer detector to be honest. When I'm using the perk I just start paying attention when it starts charging.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvVABjafCp0
Thank you all for the kind words, and the constructive criticism. The joy about writing stories like this is it allows everyone to come together and bring their own ideas to the table, which sometimes begets action and the cycle of creativity continues.
The bonus chapter I'm working on has a lot more to dig into than I initially planned, so it's gonna take a smidge to get that all sorted.
In the end it's just a fun little story, and I ask you suspend your disbelief :>
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My Trapper currently uses Beast of Prey, Barbecue and Chili, Distressing and Discordance.
I play survivor and trapper evenly so I just put traps down in the same paths I would walk as a survivor. Does that place look suspiciously safe? Put a trap there.
...but not too many. Try to make sure you're in chases a lot and not just setting up a mine field while the survivors are all free to work on gens.
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Apparently I'm in the same boat but didn't realize it. I should have all the notes for the killer track except legion bottom right but I didn't even get a notification pages were there.
All that lore. Lost forever. Like ashes on the wind.
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I did it in one game by constantly bombarding survivors with bottles. Infectious Fright and being shocked sound like they'd work too though.
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We return for the rift.
I'm kind of surprised, my ranks brown now since I've been out of the loop for like a month or two. Not only am I getting red ranks, I'm sacrificing them consistently too. I guess when they changed the maps they messed with a lot of people's muscle memory so everyone's like aaaa there's a big guy in a scary mask bearing down on me what do I do where do I go oh no I'm dead.
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@Zaitsev said:
https://forum.deadbydaylight.com/en/discussion/130200/fanfiction-a-spirit-unbound
The Oni as a protector of the bloodline is truly original. Rin has one of the more sympathetic stories, so Id love to see what you could do with other killers.
Thank you for the kind words, they really mean a lot. Right now I'm working on a bonus chapter for this story, which was originally the third chapter but I found it way, way too dark for the world I was building. I'm trying to rework it since story wise Rin has already completed her story arc so obviously she can't be in this bonus chapter that was written to build her. The community has been really accepting of my work so hopefully it's not perceived as dark as I think it will be. The Killers in general have a lot to work with.
I really wish survivors and killers had more cosmetics that played off each other tbh. Like maybe Trapper made a suit out of the bloodied cloth remnants of the original survivors, Feng had an escaped mental patient getup. Ace could have a cosmetic where the area around the liver was ripped. Huntress could have David's jacket wrapped around her waist. Etc etc. I dunno. Like I've said before I see the world as organic vs static and they may be going for static. Idunnolol.
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Wait you guys can tell the difference between the badham maps? I thought the Roman numerals were just a counter for how many times you'd gotten Badham in a row.
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I have all the killers, so I just play them all on rotation or on a whim. My P3 killer is Trapper though. I play a lot of survivor so I know the routes survivors take and just pop traps down. I'm a perfect counter to my own play style.
Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.
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I think you guys are pretty close, Chapter 16 is certainly going to have something to do with bees.
Behold, the next killer
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I get angry and confused sometimes too. Don't feel bad.
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I'd like it if we could store items in the backpacks if we did that. Like if you die, you lose all of them but if you don't, you can carry around a bunch of stuff in the trial. Risk and reward!
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I've said the same thing. I'm no programmer but I like when my computer games are cool so...yeah. Yes.
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Death is not an escape.
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@Cephalon_Lebron said:
Didn't think you would respond so I just want to say that I really had fun reading it from beginning to end and I hope you make more.
I'll see what I can do. My main enemy is time. I write actual novels under the same pen name as a hobby. (Plus I'm an essential worker irl so everyone's staying indoors except for me. gg)
I hope you have a fantastic day and have even more fun in the future!
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@Cephalon_Lebron said:
Also why you gotta do Feng like that? :(
Lol, ty. I really liked the idea of doing trials and extending the story for a really long time, but I knew I would either eventually lose interest or just shoe in an ending that wouldn't fit what was going on at a time. That was just a way to throw in some ideas that ended up on the cutting room floor.
I like Feng Min, she's a cool character. (I really like all of the characters in this game tbh. The creative team has done a great job and now that they're lore building it's only getting better.) Feng Min came out with the Spark of Madness update, and I remember asking myself at the time what does this girl have to do with madness? She was a gamer, and her quotes are quirky and game related. Maybe she got shocked a lot and has become utterly unhinged from the trials and is now completely insane.
Trying to write a Feng Min with that mindset is like trying to write a Malkavian character in the Vampire: Masquerade tabletop game though. I prefer to keep everything down to earth and I don't really think I could make her a serious survivor and not a comic relief for the other characters to play off of, so that's the origin of the idea.
As you could tell I also wanted to do strong characters like Laurie in a hopeless situation where the mentally most powerful survivors slowly lose hope and all get wiped out, but I figured that might be too dark since I was trying to build up Rin for the finale.
I decided to submit an outfit for the art contest that kind of tail ends the Trapper's attempt to escape with the original four, but just like in Rin's escape I was just going to just allow one survivor to escape. (I was leaning towards Jake. Dwight would have trouble with people believing him, and Megan and Claudette are really hard characters to write for tbh. They have no real canon personality. I run fast and I heal you are not personalities unless you're Sonic or the Medic from TF2)
I wish I had time to play the actual game more, but I also do like kind of play with the characters outside of the constraints of the trial.
I wonder what Feng Min would be like if she actually escaped the realm of the Entity though, you know? She was already not in a good situation, and with the trauma of the trials...it's really hard for me to see that girl having a good ending. I dunno though. Maybe the players out there can find a way to do it ;)
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Congratulations! I'm legit happy for you! Good job friend!
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I guess the Wraith got his leg broken. Those chicken legs had to give out some day.
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Same. I know my hearing is awful but as soon as I start working on a generator I hear every single terror radius song. The killer gains stealth against me when the generator hits 50% because of the noise but my paranoia makes me supremely aware.
Mouse go spin spin spin.
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If you actually like stalking people, go Myers. If you just wanna be invisible and run up on someone without them realizing it, play Ghostface.
Ghostface for me is more fluid, but Myers with things like Scratched Mirror or Tombstone piece is more fun. Just my two cents.
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I use Self Care responsibly. I only choose the finest corners to heal in.
My builds are usually killer confrontation heavy though. Borrowed Time saves usually require me to take a hit.
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At least now there are killer cosmetics so there's a chance at least the face camper looks pretty so you can be like 'aw, that skin is pretty cool'.
Back in my day everyone just wore default while camping and you had to stare at fish breath until you died.
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Unless you're going for achievements, rank doesn't really matter. Who cares if the Entity is pleased. As Survivor you can get more points dying instead of escaping.
Treat each game like a sandbox. If you wanna mess around with survivors, mess around. If you wanna kill them all, then do your best to make sure they die.
Most people want to play the way it's set up, but you don't really have to. Once you free yourself from the rules, the games become more fun. When they become more fun, you learn and pick up skills passively. When you decide later okay time to kill, you have everything you learned passively.
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@Stitch7833 said:
So obviously they have that event thingy on where you can design your own cosmetic. but i cant draw, only have a pencil (no colours) and some lined paper at best... is that going to matter at all? is it possible to try and draw and kinda describe what im going for?
Hey bro. I just made something in Paint for the world to see. Yeah I can't draw either, but an idea is an idea. Give it a shot. If I can do something like that, you can too.
If you don't believe in yourself, believe in me who believes in you. Win with your pencil.
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@Milo said:
https://forum.deadbydaylight.com/en/discussion/comment/1199101#Comment_1199101
There is that design your in-game cosmetic contest.
... I trust in your designing skills.
*sweats*
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Cute drawing!
I dunno maybe.
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Chef Clown when?