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There is no hope here. Only pineapple.
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Killer should be able to kick the exit gate and cause regression.
I dunno, just do a full roundhouse kick or something. Yee haw.
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To be fair Ghostface being able to clap cheeks and the clown stomping on people repeatedly is pretty important.
I was sad when Leatherface couldn't beat the side of my face repeatedly with his hammer anymore.
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Survivors are scary. If a killer has to stare at survivors for too long it's easy to lose your nerve and run away and crawl under the bed and cry.
Many such cases!
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I feel sorry for the people who committed old maps to muscle memory. Everything's probably gonna feel so weird for a little bit.
I think the game needs this patch though tbh.
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I dunno, I'm kind of excited for the changes. I have a feeling the meta is going to shift, but my question is, how?
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There's my main getting taken out by Ghostface. I sacrificed myself to get a late hook rescue and he had a yellow mori. Worth it.
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I want to face a blind C E N T I P E D E
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What I do is get a character to 50, and when I exhaust all the items I gained leveling them up, I P1/P2/P3 them. I have certain characters I keep up because I use them when I absolutely must win, but that's my strat.
I mean really, rosters huge. I'll use what I get and P when I exhaust the items it has.
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See the trick is to run Object of Obsession while playing solo, look at them once, then never look at them again for the rest of the match so they think you're just a god, looking at them when they're not looking at you.
I'm not responsible for any face camp you may receive.
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(This post was a double post.)
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Chapter 4 - A Spirit Unbound - Final Chapter
There were many trials. Many times I would find myself escaping, only to later taste the bitterness of sacrifice.
Each time I felt those horrid legs of the Entity take my body away, I felt as if a little part of me was dying, as opposed to my entire self.
It was a strange sensation. It felt like the Entity was sucking away my will to exist, but at the same time, it wanted me to continue on. Like a beekeeper extracting honey.
Was it trying to consume me, or bring me back into the fold? What was this malevolent sense of mercy?
Each time, regardless of what it did to me, I would wake back up at the campfire. It didn't dull the sacrifices the other survivors constantly made for me, but it did make sense.
No matter what happens during the trial, we'll end up back at the campfire, one way or another. Even I found myself sacrificing myself for others after a little time.
Escaping when everyone else dies is so, so hollow. I want the other survivors to survive. I want everyone else to be happy. No matter what.
Even if it means...
Not that I wouldn't prefer we all escape and live happily ever after. I learned a lot from the other survivors, but in time I found myself teaching them as well.
I remember one time a mighty huntress had me pinned behind a giant rock, holding an axe with no hope of escape, save for a lucky dodge.
As my heart raced, it stopped, and I felt my connection to the Etheral plane. It resonated within me.
Just like in trials of old, when I was in her position, I left a husk behind as I phased to a safer location.
This technique was not without its flaws however. If my husk was hit while doing this, I would undoubtedly go down, and if I were to encounter a shadow of myself...she would certainly strike me down.
What was really thrilling though was teaching the others how to use the Etheral plane. That's not to say any of us has any true mastery, but the extra resource we could tap into gave us just a slight bit more hope.
That wasn't all I learned. Through my time observing the movement of other survivors from both sides of the coin, I learned how to make a trail of scratch marks that would last a minute or so.
I know how killers react to scratch marks. Just carve my trap and let the hunters come up empty handed.
My final trick came from Kendo. There was another rough and tumble survivor that could avoid a killer's hit when injured. That just wasn't good enough for me.
If I could get in there while a killer was chasing another survivor and I predicted the swing, I could knock the killers arm away and stun them.
It was exhausting, but it got the job done.
I met a lot of strange survivors in my trials too, but only a few really stood out to me.
One was a girl who swore this was all a game. She talked all the time about a team called "Laser Bears".
There was something terribly wrong with her. She shook constantly, and I could swear electricity would spark from her hair occasionally.
It wasn't too uncommon to see people stuck here, not fit to be survivors no matter how hard we tried to help them escape. I don't even think the killers enjoyed killing them.
This one was different though. Overly enthusiastic. This Laser Bear lunatic would jump on generators with us, yelling loudly about how she was going to stealth this one, yet seemed to constantly mess the generator up.
The generators would shake like they were ready to blow, but then...wouldn't.
When the killers got a hold of her, she would taunt them constantly like a lunatic. "You mad!? YOU MAD!?"
...I worry about that girl. Every time I've seen her end up as a sacrifice to the killer she would scream the words "Good game! GEE GEE!"
Not that the killers didn't have their quirks.
I knew if Kazan would help, there was a chance we would run into others that were sympathetic to the cause.
Not all of them would hear us, or even understand us, but some of the killers were under the same fog I was. The fog of hate.
I remember talking to a blonde girl I met out in a trial one day. She was confident, and wore her blue shirt proudly.
"There's nothing to be scared of." She said to me with a smile.
She was smiling, at least until a spear punctured her chest. I still remember the white eyes of that man.
"There won't be nothing to fear soon. Till then, fear me."
None of us got out of that trial, but when I begged the Deathslinger to abandon the Entity, he just held up a shining iridescent coin and smiled at me.
"Deals made in desperation are paid for in madness."
We did meet a strange looking man that used a bell, and when appealing to him as a team, he rang his bell and vanished. No one ever saw him again. That particular Wraith might have been friendly, but as Steve said, there are more than one of us out there in this lunatic dimension.
Then there was that friendly man wearing a brown hat and a red and dark striped shirt. His skin was burned and he had a glove with knives on it, but why was he a killer?
When we appealed to him, he thought about it, and I explained everything I had learned so far to him.
He joked a bit with us, and agreed to help us. He would kindly help us rest up for our next trial. A chance to sleep.
"You have nothing to worry about. This won't hurt one... little... bit."
The four of us laid down, his claws struck our spirit, but after all of the running and jumping, the constant excitement...if we could rest. Maybe it would be worth it.
As my eyes closed, the man's demeanor changed.
"This is my world. And you can't ever leave."
I can still hear his laughter. It turned out it was a trap in the end, but one we had to step in. There has to be another killer besides Kazan that will help us.
Facing the Spirit was always difficult, not only because I knew it was a shadow of myself, but my fellow survivors always had difficulty with her. It's sad to know another part of me is still out there, locked up with the Entity.
Then, one day, it happened. I ended up in a trial with three other survivor versions of myself. We were in a familiar place. The Yamaoka Estate.
We all started together, so it wasn't hard to exchange formalities, but we didn't all start on a generator. Something was different. Something felt different.
Our killer was Kazan.
It was no accident. Every time we faced Kazan, no matter his iteration, he would always ever so subtly avoid killing us and go for other survivors if he could.
That option was no longer available to him. Our hero had to face us, and only us.
The four of us had to be feeling the same sense of nostalgia. We wanted to go home. To our profane, run down home.
Darkness runs in our family, and we dared to tread to that place we loved. That place we lost everything.
That heartbeat. Those war chimes. Kazan was coming.
The night whispered in my ears and I could feel the claws of the Entity grazing my skin, but I stood firm. We all did, and all of us waved to Yamaoka Kazan as he approached us.
"Welcome home, ancestor."
"It's good to see you again."
"Thank you for saving us from the Entity."
"You're our hero. Our beloved samurai."
Kazan lowered his sword, and the heartbeat stopped. Kazan looked over each of us before speaking.
"I wanted you to be free. Not subjected to these endless trials. We still have much to do."
We were safe here. We were safe here with Kazan.
The five of us sat in our old home. It was run down, sure, and perhaps a copy made by the Entity, but it was still our home.
I spoke to Kazan, who seemed to be meditating.
"I'm really sorry I left your side that day Kazan. It should have been both of us. I hate that the Entity still has a hold on you. It's even forcing you to kill us."
I could see Kazan smiling from under that mask of his.
"Only a fool would spit in a demon’s face and declare victory."
Another Rin looked down as she spoke.
"The Entity is so powerful. It controls everything. Do you think we'll ever find a way out?"
Kazan nodded.
"Within your enemy's strength is weakness."
One of the other Rins turned to address me.
"Then there's the other killers. The ones that enjoy it. What if those are brought in to face us when we strike?
Kazan shook his head.
"Attack an enemy with precision and their allies will feel it."
The most silent of us four spoke.
"We don't have our weapons anymore. What do we do?"
Kazan looked at the empty katana holder for a moment, and then grinned.
"Know who you are so you may shield your heart."
Kazan then stood up, and we all followed. He began to take the bamboo shoots around the house, and began to bend them into a familiar shape. Once we realized what Kazan was doing, we all jumped in to help him.
It's just like the training kendo swords we used so long ago. With Kazan's expertise, we were able to make ourselves weaponry out of bamboo. It wasn't long until all four of us were armed.
We looked over our splintered kendo. A weapon once used for training, now serves a much more benevolent purpose. One of freedom.
Kazan looked over our weapons, testing their sturdiness before he would approve their use. When Kazan was finally satisfied, he sat in the doorway of the Estate.
"Bring in the light, and open the exits. When you are ready, return here and we will make our stand."
We're really doing this. All five of us are going to take out the Entity.
Wait. When the doors open, the Entity always attacks us from below our feet. I discussed that with the other Rins, and we all knew it would try it again this time. We just have to be off of the ground when the trial ends. Cheap shots only work once, you spider demon.
The generators went as expected. I never really had trouble with them, and they shined brightly one by one.
When they were all done, all of us returned to the house before opening the exit gate. We did this once before. We can do it again.
"Are we ready?"
"I think so."
"Can we do this?"
"What is the Entity going to do? Kill us? Like that's never happened before."
Kazan stood up.
"Open the gate."
The gates were opened, as requested. We stood firm as the ground shook, and and prepared for my home to become a battleground.
Just as expected, the Entity's first attack came from below. All of us dodged, some of us not so perfectly, and began swinging at the tendrils with our swords.
Thanks to Kazan's teaching, we were able to find the spots that would allow us to actually sever them with a bamboo blade. When that was done, we started on the tendrils gripping the generators near the house.
The sky darkened, and more spider legs began to descend from the sky. That false sky. The Entity is coming.
The five of us began striking wherever we could, with Kazan coming over to help us when one of us started to get overwhelmed. This worked fine for a few minutes, but it wasn't long before the Entity started taking us as an actual threat.
One of us got injured. Blood from her soul was pouring out, and she began to retreat. As she ran over to get away from the Entity, I attempted to meet her halfway.
Unfortunately, altruism doesn't make the Entity cease its attack. I was grappled by the ankle and dragged under a small bridge.
It was wet, and I was being pushed into the dirt. I was gasping for air, and only getting water.
Luckily, Kazan came over and freed me from certain death.
I took a breath. My vengeance awaits. Surviving is inevitable and so is my retaliation.
I readied my weapon and was ready to rejoin the fray, but something I saw horrified me. One of the Rins was dead.
Not sacrificed. Just laying there, broken. Not only is that another version of me, but I was just talking to her a few minutes ago. Now her eyes are permanently open, wide and terrified with a dead gaze.
Kazan reached her too late, and I saw her blood flow into Kazan's fist. He was furious, and with a howling roar he lifted his kanabo from his back, and charged the Entity.
I approached the corpse, hoping there was something I could do. There was not. Just a glowing blue flame. A flame that formed into something very familiar to me. The Spirit. My undead form.
I did not have to question that Spirit's allegiance. The minute she was on her feet, she rejoined the fight against the Entity. Her fury unending. Rightfully so. She embodied the tale of superhuman strength and bravery. Onna Shibaraku.
Another Rin fell despite our best efforts, and another Spirit was born. I looked down at my bleeding soul. All it takes is one shot and I'm done too.
The last surviving Rin ran over to me, and I kneeled down as she began tending to me. It's so tempting to flee out of the exit gate, but I am a Yamaoka surviving with my family. This is our home. It will be defended.
Kazan sounded like he was in pain, and put his kanabo away. Kazan had broken a large amount of legs, but they still kept coming. While Kazan recovered, two Spirits aided him. That might be me soon. So be it. If I die. I die.
That's what surviving with my friends taught me.
The mass of the Entity thickened, and even together we were being overwhelmed. Kazan was no longer able to help us, now focusing only on his own survival.
Rin and I ran in, and began slashing at whatever we could, but it wasn't long until a spike of the Entity caught her through the neck. She too became a spirit. I was the only one left.
Kazan howled.
"Charge! Now!"
I could hear the Spirit's all phasing, and Kazan running in. I ran in right behind him, my sword raised behind the fury of my ancestor.
All of us struck beneath the Entity at the same time, and a bright, shining light became visible. The shining light that the Entity hates. We had all struck a running generator at the same time, causing it to explode in a fury.
It felt like the Entity was howling in pain.
Kazan looked at me, and spoke angrily.
"Yamaoka Rin. Phase. GO! NOW!"
I did as I was asked, pulling myself into the Etheral Plane. I can only sustain this for a few seconds at most. I need to go straight into the light.
I won't turn around. I'll go straight. Wherever this light takes me, I'll go.
It wasn't long until I could no longer hear the haunted ground. The swords were distant, and I was no longer under attack.
I feared if I turned around in this light, I would be lost forever. I just had to keep going forward.
I felt it. I was escaping. Not to a campfire, but to freedom. True freedom.
The light faded, and it was true. I was finally free. Free from the Entity. Free from the endless killing and surviving.
I was looking at a picture of myself, with white threads on either side of the gray scale photograph, placed gently on an ornate stone.
This was my grave. The truth is...I am dead. My soul is free, but I can't ever experience life again. I am resting with the other Yamaoka. Yamaoka that don't know my story.
I walked over to a desecrated tombstone. Kazan's only memory in this world. The heroic samurai that allowed me this freedom. If only I could let everyone know how much of a hero you really are.
I looked around, and saw normal people in suits and dresses living about their daily life. I wouldn't be able to interact with them, and I doubt my grave was anything more than scenery to them. Though I died, the world moved on.
Is that the same thing for all of the other survivors? The ones stuck in the realm? They weren't taken in death, were they? I'm absolutely certain that teacher that got pulled in with me was alive. He must have family that misses him.
This can't be the end. It may be for me, but this confirms it. Through the Etheral Plane, there can be an escape. I taught other survivors how to use my power. It should be enough, right? Am I powerless in the real world?
I felt a familiar, dark presence. It spoke to me without words.
"Return to the realm, and give your friends hope of escape."
A darkness appeared in front of Kazan's grave, a physical darkness that I could manipulate. I could see through it other trials still in progress. Many survivors and killers that I had never seen before.
Dwight. Jake. I want to find those two. Claudette and Meg. Those four were the most enthusiastic about escaping. If I can let them know from the other side that escape really is possible. Maybe it will help them.
I don't want to try to project myself in a trial where they're in too much danger. That would be pointless...
The sun rose and set several times before I was satisfied with a trial that had all four of the survivors that I was seeking out. I wasn't sure who the killer was, but the survivors had the upper hand this time.
Dwight and Jake were working on a generator together, and they looked to be in high spirits. I can manifest here.
I could only imagine that it looked like from their end. The upper body of a Japanese schoolgirl with a shining white light appearing in a groaning storehouse.
"Dwight. Jake. Can you hear me?"
Dwight spoke apprehensively, fixing his black and red tie as he answered.
"Yeah, we can, are you another survivor?"
I nodded.
"Yes. I am. It's me, Rin. I found a way out into the real world. Through the Etheral Plane. There's an actual, real escape. You can get out of here! You can save everyone!"
Dwight and Jake smiled, but Jake answered.
"Rin. How?"
I heard a heartbeat, but the person who it belonged to stopped as they got close.
I had seen him before in different trials. He wore a white, twisted and souless mask that hid his face, and his green rubber overalls did little to obscure the hooks sticking out of his skin.
It was the Trapper.
To my surprise, he wasn't hostile He crossed his arms.
"So there is a legitimate way out."
Dwight and Jake didn't know how to react, but seeing as they weren't in imminent danger, Dwight turned to me.
"So, tell us how you did it. How did you get out Rin?"
Claudette and Meg came over as soon as they realized no one had gone down in a while.
I recounted the events that had occurred, and explained how I had gotten to the real world, and what was going on.
The Trapper looked down at the generator Dwight and Jake were working on, then kicked it, sending sparks everywhere.
"Normal machinery doesn't do that with a simple kick. So that's why. These can be utilized as bombs. It's just a matter of harnessing them at the right time."
The Trapper looked to be in thought, then nodded.
"I think I can make something out of this."
Jake smiled.
"So does that mean we're buddies now? Can I get an apology for hooking me earlier?"
The Trapper turned to Jake and smiled.
"You want an apology? The son of a CEO that ran away from hard work, dropped out of school and wanted to be a lazy maggot? If it wasn't for you, Park, I wouldn't be so eager to hook you slobs."
Jake looked down and sighed.
The Trapper looked up at Dwight.
"Fairfield. How about you put that toolbox to better use. You have experience as a manager. I want a connected set of generator light bombs. Can I trust you to handle your three employees?"
Dwight smiled.
"I'll go above and beyond to satisfy the customer!"
Megan jumped up, and ran with excitement.
"Let me go see what I can find in the storehouse. I'll be right back!"
Dwight ran off with her in other direction. Likely going to do the same. I have never seen that man looking so excited.
There was the snap of a bear trap, and Meg screamed louder than usual.
Claudette looked scared, until the Trapper's voice boomed.
"Go get Megan, or you're going back onto the hook."
It was just Jake and the Trapper. The survivors and killer were once again working together, now knowing there is a true escape.
Jake cautiously spoke up to the Trapper.
"Why the sudden change of heart?"
The Trapper spat, then turned away to head towards the storehouse.
"The MacMillan Estate will take a lot to get back into operation. Being stuck in this farce is about as productive as you are. The Entity can rip at my body all he wants. I'm made of sterner stuff."
Jake smiled.
"So, you are the Trapper. How do we know this isn't just a ruse to get us off the generators so you can kill us all later?"
The Trapper slowly turned, looking over his left shoulder at Jake.
"Death is not an escape."
-----The End-----
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The ending is done. It's just waiting on moderator approval it looks like. I was going to add some lore behind Insidious too but it didn't fit in to add it. The killers have the ability to turn off their red glow because they want to resist the Entity, so killers leave the glow on to give survivors a fighting chance.
Some killers turn it off to be jerks though, because they really enjoy their job. Anyways. When the ending is approved I hope everyone enjoys it!
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That one's a known bug iirc. I felt that same disappointment when I tried for it.
Slight tangent, there's so many maps in the rotation now, and you finally get the Double D Saloon and you don't even get the achieve-oh.
>_>
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Decisive Strike/Borrowed Time.
Learn it. Love it. Use it.
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You can also do that on the Japanese maps. I've always found hiding in plain sight the most exciting.
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Bill and Claudette seem to attract the most newbie survivors imo.
I'm sure you've all had those games, especially veteran players, where the nurse just flies around and hits nothing all game despite their best efforts. It's like I feel bad but I also wanna escape.
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I would like to see a single player offline version similar to Team Fortress 2's offline mode, or maybe a story driven narrative but you usually just end up with one popular game mode and the rest are dead.
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A few days ago I had a Jake meme on me and make constant noise notifications because I wouldn't give him the basement chest. I had to run the killer around for 3 gens.
The way I see it, escaping is a team effort. Pipping can be done even if you get dealt a bad group.
Higher rank people are less likely to want to mess around, because their precious pip is on the line.
As far as killer goes, just run unbreakable. Expect your enemy to play dirty.
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I dunno. The way this is structured I could go through every survivor and killer, but I feel like that would be milking it. I can only really make the scenario "finish a few generators and then have drama occur" so many times and have it be interesting.
I think the next part will be the finale. Giving the story a solid, satisfying ending would be the most respectful thing I could do I think.
That said I'm very happy it's entertaining! Thank you for enjoying it!
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Chapter 3 - A Spirit Unbound
Rin Yamaoka took a breath as the darkness of her surroundings claimed her. All she could do is look around a world dimly lit by moonlight.
The rustling of the wind revealed a field of what looked like corn. Yellow stalks stretching as far as the eye could see, and in the distance a large two story building rose ominously from beyond the mist.
Rin swallowed hard. Maybe she could find help in there?
Or something awful.
I can do this. This is just like last time, right? No sense in losing my mind over this. I'm not someone who can't handle a little stress.
I might end up dying, sure, but the others I've met didn't seem very concerned about their own wellbeing. Maybe they're going a little crazy in here, but they're still alive. If they're still alive, they can escape.
In fact, they seemed to be in pretty good spirits. I can take solace in that. If they weren't scared, I won't be either.
I took a deep breath, and looked around. This is nothing like the last place I was in. How are you supposed to find anything? I need to power up generators, right?
Wait. There's a golden glow in the shape of a generator. Well, I have no other leads to go on. Might as well investigate.
I carefully walked through the corn, trying not to disturb the stalks too much. It's all quiet, save for the occasional ruckus of a crow.
I can hear a generator being worked on. I felt like I've done this a thousand times before, walking up on a generator being worked on, but my mind must be blocking it out.
There was a little girl working on it. She had a white shirt on with thin black stripes, and dark blue jeans. Her hair was a light brown, and her face had a smudge of gear grease on her cheek.
I guess it's okay to take another part of the generator and work on it with her? There's a lot of walls here, and a window adjacent from us. To the right of me was a rough looking pallet, and a red locker wasn't too far away. This place was safe.
Silently I began working on the generator with this little girl, and wasn't too surprised when she spoke to me.
"You're a new face. My name's Nancy, what's yours?"
Is it okay to tell the other survivors my full name? Will they recognize me as what I was and panic? I can't take that risk.
"Rin." I said with shallow nerves. "My name's Rin."
Nancy smiled.
"Well, looks like you're not having too much trouble with the generator. We should have this one done in half a minute."
It was beginning to get hard to hear anything over the noise the generator was making, but that's fine. We need to finish this, after all. Progress is a process.
I heard a young adult male nearby, making me jump slightly.
"Ahoy, ladies!"
Both Nancy and I turned from our generator to see a man with his left arm resting on the window. A few moments later, he crawled over and joined us on the generator.
His cheery demeanor was contagious, but his clothes were definitely odd. His white hat and blue garb looked like something you would wear to work. Not like I have room to say anything. I'm in school clothes.
The man smiled at me.
"Hi! My name's Steve! What's yours?"
I felt a little bit more at ease with another person here, and I could tell from my voice I was feeling more at ease.
"My name's Rin. Nice to meet you."
I heard a sigh from the other side of the generator.
"You could go repair another generator you know."
Steve looked like he was pretending to be hurt.
"What? You turn every generator you work on yellow so I won't lose track of you. You know you love me."
Nancy shot Steve a death glare.
"You let me die last time I saw you."
Steve shifted his eyes.
"What? No. That was a different Steve. Besides, he had a chainsaw. What was I supposed to do?"
I felt a little confused.
"A different Steve?"
Steve looked at me confused for a moment.
"What? Oh. Wait until you see another you running around being chased by a killer. Messes with your head, but some of my best stories come from four man Steve squads. There's just something about Steves that just makes them the best."
Nancy sounded unimpressed.
"Well. Just don't do anything stupid and I'll forgive you, okay?"
Steve smiled.
"I'll keep you shitheads safe. No promises beyond that."
Nancy sighed.
"Well. I'm glad you're here."
We were almost done with the generator, but Steve stood up.
"Clown."
Steve tapped the generator, getting Nancy and I's attention.
"Clown. Split up!"
Steve jumped through the window he came in from, and Nancy took off around the wall. I could hear what sounded like a heartbeat, getting closer and closer.
That's right! There's a locker! I can use one of those again!
I ran to the locker, and quietly closed it. I could hear my breathing, and gasped when I heard a harsh sound.
Thunk. Crash!
That was the generator we were working on, wasn't it? Wait. I can hear him talking.
It was a Clown, Steve said? His voice was hoarse, and his words had a bit of a slur to them.
"I could have sworn I saw six survivors here. Hm. I'm not in the mood for corn. Come out come out wherever you are."
I stayed still. It sounded like he was enjoying looking for us. I hope Steve and Nancy are okay.
The footsteps are getting closer. Please don't find me. Please don't find me.
The clown spoke with a hurried breath.
"Did one of you go in here?"
The locker door swung open, and what was standing before me was a very large man, both in height and width.
I could see why he was called a clown. His white face paint was nothing like a geisha, though the red lips were the same. The blue triangle did little to make this situation even slightly funny.
The Clown smiled at me.
"A little Asian girl in a school uniform? This is just like one of my Japanese animes!"
In a futile effort to get away, I lifted my left hand, which was instantly grabbed.
The Clown's grip was gentle, as he admired my hand.
"Oh, beautiful. So soft and supple. Just a little bit of smudge from that dirty old generator. Let me help you with that."
The Clown took my hand and began to suck the grease off of my fingers. I could feel his tongue wrapping firmly around every finger, and slobber running down my wrist.
The Clown moaned.
"Oh, mmm, yes. Your hands are so nice. So nice. God you're beautiful."
There wasn't really much that I could do. I let him molest me as he ran a free hand under my uniform and groped me.
At least he isn't hurting me.
I took a breath as I heard what sounded like a chime. Was that a generator?
The Clown took my hand out his mouth and rubbed my hand up and down his sweaty shirt. Wait. Are those severed fingers in one of those pockets? Oh god. Why.
The Clown licked his lips.
"Right right. I've got a job to do. Sweetheart, have you ever been on one of those hooks?"
I shook my head. Swallowing hard as I answered.
"No. No I haven't."
The Clown smiled.
"I'm so lucky. I get to be your first."
The clown rubbed his fat fingers across my lips.
"I can't wait to penetrate you. Alley oop."
I was quickly picked up and placed on this large man's shoulder. As much as I struggled, I felt like there was no escape.
I didn't see it coming, but the man quickly tossed me off of his shoulder, and onto an actual metal hook! I screamed, in a mix of both fear and pain.
The Clown smiled at me.
"Let me tell you a secret beautiful. Stay off those generators. You know what happens when you fix them? You leave and then go right back into another trial. More pain. More death."
The Clown took a long breath as he closed in on me.
"As long as you don't wake the Entity with that light, you and your friends have me all to yourselves. I'll take really good care of you and your friends. Real good care of you."
I had a feeling I knew what that meant.
I could see blood pooling at my feet, but what made me lightheaded was the purple haze surrounding the Clown.
I am a survivor. Sure he's fat, balding and ugly, but he has power here. If we don't run away, maybe he really will take care of us. All I would have to do is...it's better than dying.
Am I really considering this?
Out from the corn emerged a familiar face. It was Steve!
"I promised to keep you shitheads safe, and that's exactly what I plan on doing."
With what seemed like little effort, Steve pulled me off the hook!
I didn't have a wound in my chest, despite hanging for quite some time. I was hazy with impure thoughts, and there's lots of blood...
Is my hymen still intact?
I didn't have much time to think about it. The Clown was coming back.
Steve waved both arms at the Clown with a striking amount of confidence.
"Come on big boy! Let's go to pallet town!"
The Clown laughed, and it looked like he was playing with a bottle in his right hand.
"For my next trick, I'm gonna make you disappear."
I looked over at the generator we were all working on. It looked like it wasn't as nearly done as it was before, but it wasn't sparking or anything.
Despite bleeding all over the place, I decided that the generator would be a safe space to stay at.
I didn't have any wounds though, and the only thing that needed fixing was a bra strap. It was as if my physical body wasn't broken at all, but I felt incredibly weak.
A humanoid figure came out from behind the pallet. It was Nancy.
"Nancy!" I cried out. "I'm bleeding, but I don't know from where."
Nancy began rubbing my back as I knelt down in a panic.
"Your soul took a hit. I know, it's weird. The monsters here don't damage you physically. Doesn't matter what weapon they use. It all hits your spirit."
The word spirit drew an interest from me, but as my friend rubbed my back, I felt like there was still a chance we would escape this nightmare. My soul stopped leaking blood.
Nancy took a deep breath.
"Everything's fine. Everything's going to be fine."
A loud noise came from deep within the cornfield. It was a scream.
Nancy looked genuinely distressed.
"That sounds like Megan."
I wasn't sure what to say.
"What do we do?"
Nancy took a breath and looked at the generator.
"I want to finish what we started. Steve's going to rescue her."
I tilted my head slightly.
"Are you sure?"
Nancy looked determined.
"I'm positive. Let's get to work."
It didn't take long for Nancy and I to finish the generator, but when I did, Nancy pointed off behind the house.
"Go behind the house and past those hay bales. There's another generator there. Go knock that one out."
I nodded, and ran as quickly as I could. Sure enough, after a small amount of searching, I saw it. A generator.
I don't think the Clown is anywhere nearby. I can do this.
It wasn't too long before I was halfway done with the generator. I could see the Clown. He was chasing Steve, who was alternating between taunting the Clown and screaming from the noxious purple gas.
I was almost done, but Steve went down hard just twenty feet away. I don't want to be hooked again, but I don't want to go into a locker again.
I took to a corner, and watched helpessly as Steve was placed on a hook. His scream was incredibly loud.
The clown looked like he was stirring a bottle as he spoke.
"Okay look, I'm the Clown here, but you made me chase you through a field of corn, a bunch of haybales, and then through corn again. Do you know how hard it is to chase someone through corn?"
Steve said nothing, leaving the clown to shake his head.
"Look at that. Another generator went off. Bet that's your girlfriend. I'm gonna give her a good what for, and I'm gonna make you watch."
Annoyed at not getting a response, the Clown left Steve to hang. I crouched for quite some time, is it okay to help Steve? He helped me.
Steve noticed me as I came closer.
"So, remember once you get in there... pretend like you don't care. There you go, you're learning my friend. You're learning."
Steve's right. I have to have more confidence.
I unhooked him, just like he had done me. Nancy rubbed my back to make me stop bleeding, maybe I can do the same for Steve?
Steve stood up, pushing my hands away.
"Yeah, that's a no."
Was it something I did?
No. Steve ran over to the generator I was working on, and started working on it, not caring that he was bleeding. He's so brave!
Just as we finished our generator, another generator popped elsewhere in the field.
Steve pointed up at the house. Wait. Why isn't he bleeding anymore? Is his spirit just that strong?
"Rin. There's another generator on the second floor. Go take that one on. I'm going to get big boy's attention."
I have to do what I can for everyone to survive.
I made my way into the house without protest, but I could hear a generator being worked on. Was someone already in here?
There was! On the second floor was a girl I hadn't met yet. She had a red vest on and blue jeans, while her hair had two braided tails.
She looked at me only briefly as I got on the generator.
"I'm Rancor. If the Clown comes can you take a hit?"
I blinked twice. Something about the word rancor stirred memories within me. I saw myself standing over a friendly person and hitting them repeatedly with a sword before screaming at them.
She's Rancor. This has to be Megan.
"Yeah. I can take a hit."
I can't let her die like that.
It didn't take long, and the two of us finished the generator without much issue. For just a brief moment, the exits lit up with a light that penetrated walls. We can get out now! We can escape!
That sound. That heartbeat. The Clown was close.
Megan and I exchanged glances. I'm going to have to draw the Clown's attention.
I ran down the stairs on purpose, and received a slash in the arm from the Clown. I had a brief flashback of my arm being severed, but quickly snapped back to reality.
Was that enough? It had better be. The Clown is coming after me! Where were the exits!?
There. Steve and Nancy are at one, and Steve is opening the door. Two lights. Three. It's almost open! I'm not going to make it. I'm not going to make it!
I prepared for impact, only to get shoved out of the way at the last second.
I continued running forward to Steve and Nancy, unsure of what shoved me until I heard a scream. Megan saved me, instantly slamming her face into the ground from the force.
Nancy sounded scared.
"Open the door!"
Steve stood with a smarmy confidence.
"No way, she's on second hook. Besides, what if he has blood warden?"
I wasn't sure what they were talking about, but the Clown yelled at us.
"So you didn't want to be good boys and girls and just stay and play with the clown. Well, if nothing else, I'm going to take a souvenir!"
The three of us watched in horror as the Clown stepped on Meg's head. Once. Twice. A third time. Crack.
To my horror, the Clown lifted Megan's right hand and cut a finger off, quickly going to suck on it.
Steve sounded like he was going to vomit.
"Time to go."
The three of us had to abandon our friend, Megan, who worked together with us to survive the trial. She saved me, even though she knew the consequences.
We ran past the barrier that locked the killer in. A barrier I was all too familiar with.
Steve and Nancy ran ahead, but I felt compelled to stay. Hidden, I stared in, just beyond the trial's grounds.
I saw the tendrils of the Entity surround the Clown, and Megan's body vanished. The Clown was smiling.
"Entity! My favorite eldritch horror! What did you think? Did I put on a good show or what?"
The Entity seemingly bequeathed a bottle out of thin air, one that the clown took with glee. Not only that, but a chair and television were produced as well, allowing the Clown to sit down and relax.
The Clown laughed.
"You sure are a wonder. You know what? I'm in the mood for some Gilligan's Island. Actually wait. Got any JAV tapes? I'm in the mood to rub one out."
The Clown was given a VHS tape, which he eagerly placed into the VCR.
"Oh boy oh boy. I can't wait!"
The Clown took a sip of the bottle he was given, and quickly spit it out.
"Wait what is this? Water? Are you trying to kill me?"
The television lit up. On the screen displayed a well lit room with large black speakers in the background, while all the attention was focused on a man with brown hair in blue overalls.
The man on the television was exceptionally cheery.
"Hi! Hi everybody! Hi! Hey! Come dance with me!"
The Clown sounded scared.
"Wait. What's going on. This isn't porn. This is Richard Simmons! Entity. Why? Make it stop! I killed one. I hooked a bunch! Why are you punishing me!?"
When the Clown got up from his chair, in an instant he was wearing pink spandex with a yellow sweat band.
The Clown shook his head.
"No no no no. You can't do this to me. I'll kill more! Please no!"
The man on the TV looked towards the screen.
"And YOU! Come dance too!"
The Clown screamed as his body seemed to be moving against his own will.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
A punishment so different from mine, but I really had no interest in staring at that fat butt prance around in pink spandex. It was time for me to go back. Back through the fog. To the campfire.
No matter what comes my way. I will keep fighting. I won't give up hope. I won't lose.
I am a Yamaoka. A warrior.
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If the killer has NOED and you're on the hook I'm headbutting their weapon with the top of my skull because that's how I roll.
I'd rather get the unhook than escape despite escaping giving slightly more points. I dunno I just feel bad if I let you go.
Be freeeeeee
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I like Deathslinger a lot better than I did Oni. I faced him before I went to work today. You absolutely cannot be missing shots when you play him.
It's a lot easier to backrev people with Hillbilly than to do Deathslinger's shooting, but I like yee haw. Yee haw is fun. He make pew pew.
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I'm a casual player, but I believe ranking only shows how much time you play a month. Those teams will still be there, and you'll know when you run into them.
Supposedly you're gonna have a rating that'll put you in where you should be. Which is kinda sad for me because I like playing low rank games. (Lately I've been getting red rank survivors at rank 13 killer. Yeah sure I'll kill'em but I want to meme with clueless rank 20s kthx)
It would be cool if they added a slider though that told the system you wanna fight people with a high rating though.
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People invest add ons, offerings or whatever, or have a mission so they're rolling the dice and gambling.
Then you come along and you're like OwO hewwo!
So they vent. Wee.
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@28_stabs said:
Now I understand why we cant escape killer. Gals dont do gens.
I thought the vibrations from the generator would make them happy.
Hmm.
I think we're all girls until it's proven we're a G.I.R.L. (Guy in real life for those not versed in meme lingo.)
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I was following a survivor I unhooked back in yonder day since the killer went right after them, and the injured survivor threw a pallet down and stunned the trapper.
During the stun animation I crouched at the pallet and bodyblocked the killer so he couldn't get into position to break the pallet, and he had no idea what was going on.
He disconnected.
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Every time I brought a white ward in with my item, it tremendously increased my chance of running into Franklin's Demise.
Ward should do more, definitely.
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@Dabihwow said:
Nice dude this is good I love it, its Clown isn't it
Yeah. I figured pitching a killer who was forced into the role vs a killer that relishes the role would be a nice juxtaposition. It's gonna be a few days before I can continue. I know these seem small but it takes ~8 hours to plan the scenario and put it to paper, plus life. I enjoy doing these little things though when I take a break from my novels, but the real prize is seeing people enjoy them. Thanks for the kind words!
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I'd like an Australian killer. All four survivors could be held to the level by harnesses, and the killer could throw boomerangs that damage the survivor's gear. The mori could be the Aussie throwing a boomerang that severs the survivor's harness and sends them floating into space.
Anti Gravity Australians lets do it. Let's get it done.
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A Spirit Unbound - Chapter 2
Rin ran. She ran with the other survivors for a long time, but not too long after she was alone.
Running. Alone. No killers. No generators. No friends.
Just what had she escaped, and to where? I broke free, she thought, from the Entity. Now what? Where do I go?
Soon after, the fog began rolling in. Running was no longer an option. Just a slow trudge forward into uncertainty.
What is that? That orange glow. That soft crackle. Is that a campfire?
It is. I'm not alone, either. There are other people here. People not trying to kill me.
Is that Jake?
I picked up my pace, hastily walking over to the familiar person.
"Jake. Where are we?"
Jake had a grin on his face.
"Somewhere safe. I don't know where that somewhere is, but it might as well be home."
There wasn't much to the fire. It was large, sure, but there were only two logs.
I sat on the far right of the bonfire, my legs crossed as I tried to warm away the drama of what had occurred, while Jake sat next to me.
There were two other people sitting on the log adjacent from us. One was a man in a brown jacket who wore sunglasses and a brown hat, while the other was an old man with a white beard. He had a green beret, and was smoking a cigarette. A green outfit like that would be pretty great in a situation like this. Not like my school uniform.
I looked out into the fog. I couldn't see anyone, but I could swear we were being watched.
Jake looked like he had a red mist in front of his eyes. One he was controlling.
"What is that?" I asked.
Jake didn't turn to answer me.
"It's uh. A blood web. Mr. Baker helped us figure out how to access it. He's another survivor out there in the fog."
I blinked twice.
"Uh. What?"
Jake glanced at me momentarily.
"It's pretty important to your survival. Here. Look at the fire."
I did as I was instructed, and after a few seconds a four items popped up. A torn piece of paper, a medical kit, and two tool box reagents.
"What are these?" I asked with suspicion.
Jake motioned around the blood web like what was in front of me wasn't a hallucination.
"If you fill those lines with blood, those items will become real. Try it, just imagine you're pressing on the item you want."
Rin looked surprised as a red medical kit with a white cross on it appeared at her feet.
"Barely has enough material for a decent patch-up. Why is this a thing?"
Jake smiled.
"I think we're stealing power from that Entity monster. As long as we keep going and never give up hope, we'll all get out of here. Together."
I couldn't help but smile at the thought.
The main in the brown jacket smiled at us.
"Everything that glitters isn't gold. But gold isn't worth a damn in this place, so this should come in handy."
I couldn't help but stand in awe as he pulled out a med-kit that was far better than mine.
He noticed my stare and laughed.
"My name's Ace Visconti. "What can I say? I'm just a very lucky guy... I'm sure some of it will rub off on you."
I felt at home with these strangers, even though it had been only thirty minutes at best.
I took a breath before responding.
"Hopefully. We lost someone last time."
Jake nodded.
"Claudette. Don't worry, she knew what she was doing. She's a bit of a savant. She doesn't have to heal all of us if she's the one getting hurt."
I looked down at my medical kit.
"She died."
The old man with the cigarette spoke in a brash voice.
"Probably stings like hell, but it ain't gonna kill ya. Up and at 'em soldier. Time to move."
Jake frowned.
"Yeah. Don't let her sacrifice be in vain. That's Bill by the way."
I meekly waved, only to receive a nod in return.
Jake continued fidgeting with his own blood web.
"You'll probably see her again. There's a lot of people out in the fog. I think Dwight went to chase after some photographer lady just to make sure she wasn't hopeless and alone."
I stared into the fire. That fog that the Entity put over my eyes. How would anyone think hurting people like this is okay?
The fog started rolling in, thicker, and thicker still.
Jake looked at me and frowned.
"It's about that time. Rin. Listen. Whatever you do, don't lose hope. Work with your fellow survivors and get out of there in one piece. I'll see you soon, I promise."
My heart fluttered. There was something about Jake. Yet, that feeling quickly turned to dread as carnival music began to softly play, and I heard the hearty laugh of a man with sinister intentions.
I don't know when I stood up, but I didn't feel the warmth of the fire or like I was sitting anymore. I was somewhere else. Alone.
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To be blunt, what I think happened is he was running from the killer and noticed the bar wasn't going down, so he got on a machine to get his trap off. When he stopped to do that, the bar ticked down without him realizing what it did because of the mechanics.
His attention was on the skill checks. Even if a new player took the survivor tutorial, it doesn't tell him about deep wounds. It's just basic stuff.
Don't pretend this game's straightforward. To us it may be, but to the casual player, no.
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I think since a lot of us know what each killer does etc we forget that the game doesn't hold your hand very much. Even I forget what some killer add ons do sometimes. How did the killer do that? Oh, an add on. I also know when I'm vsing plague I have brain farts and touch the generator and infect it before going to cleanse and then I just have to stare at the generator until the green goes away.
There's so much stuff going on nowadays it's really easy to just not know a detail that might save your life.
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@Dabihwow said:
Good Fanfic very good I liked to hear more later.
Thank you! To be honest this was just dipping my toes in the water to check and see if there was an interest in this sort of thing. I'll do a second chapter sooner than later and see how if people like it. It's obviously not official lore but I like an interactive world as opposed to a segmented one.
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Look out he's gonna getcha
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Lel. What kind of newb gets salty about dying to a Trapper of all things. Especially a low rank trapper.
Also me:
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I'm on uh, like, 45 - 50.
You're really close and have like two weeks to finish it. I'm rooting for you! You can do it!
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Deathslinger sure does cause some thoughts doesn't he?
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Nah. Caleb's a good guy, read his bio. He only attacks survivors because the entity makes him see the people that wronged and stole from him. He's getting revenge.
If he breaks free of the illusion, he's gonna be mad and help the survivors out. He's a vigilante. He's like one of those bikers that show up at child abuse courtrooms that protect the kid from the abuser.
Don't be afraid of our boy, feel sorry for him. Only the loudest of yee haws will save him.
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Just going off memory, there's one in the main building. One in the yee haw killer shack. One in a really small room you can barely stand in off to the side, and in the big cluster of buildings there's like 3 one after the other.
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I really like it. It's fun to play on. I really like how the exit gates aren't standard.
I don't really know the map very well so I pretty much run around like a headless chicken during chases. Seems to be working though for some reason.
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It's broken on PC. I did the gen but didn't get my achievement done. No achievements for us :<
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As Killer you need to make your shots hit. It doesn't matter that he has infinite ammo. You cannot miss and expect a pip.
As Survivor he's either gonna shoot you or he isn't. If he does, try to break the chain. If you let him M1 you, break line of sight at all cost, you're vulnerable for a down.
I do not like working on gens in front of Yee haw. All it takes is for him to turn around and charge his laser beam and now you're dealing with deep wounds.
I like the moment where you're reeling in a survivor though. They just have to sit there and wallow in the fact they got tagged.
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I had a game playing as Deathslinger where I was approaching a giant red barn with a bunch of hay inside. The survivor didn't know what way I was coming from so she went to the window for safety. I ran into her as she was looking out the barn through the big area, and not the window where her character was.
I pulled out my harpoon and impaled her. I slung death. I'm pretty sure she slung brown stuff all behind her as she didn't even struggle for like 3 seconds.
Beware the new Myers.
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This fine gentleman knows what's up.
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@tippy2k2 said:
Eh, I find it fine. I play probably three to four matches a night (so a hour and change) and I've had no problems getting through most of it (though granted, I've barely touched the Compendium thing).
The only ones in the Main Rift I don't have are ones for characters like The Spirit or Jane as I don't have those particular DLC pieces and a handful of super specific ones (like David King getting two protective hits) because I just don't feel like playing specifically to get myself in the specific situations needed to unlock them. I suppose if I ran out of Compendium to do, I might go back and try to do those ones for funsy.
But ultimately, there really doesn't seem to be much benefit to The Rift except for extra points and I guess if you're super interested in the story chapter things, you lose those (though I imagine that would be super simple to just look up on The Internet Dot Com somewhere).
NOTE: I have not started Chapter 4 yet so maybe Chapter 4 is stupid grindy for all I know...
I actually love how Chapter 4 is set up. You hook 30 survivors, get 15 iri emblems either side, get a 4k with doctor and get 100k blood points. Then you're free to go after lore notes and whatever however you want. It's pretty comfy.
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Got my Adept Deathslinger. Took ~7 or 8 games? Survivors loved it too. We all Yee hawed in the post game chat together.
Yee haw man is fun, but I swear you can't be missing shots. Like at all.
Stopping to aim > firing wildly and reloading, just make sure you hit.
Also dragging survivors out of the exit gate is an extremely guilty pleasure.
Edit: Gearhead probably helped the most. Just kinda having a general idea on where to go helped keep me on track.
Nobody really ever touched the hex totem, and dead mans switch was I guess okay once?
I recommend two strats: If you're just harassing, fire at them and break the chain so they're wounded.
If you're playing for downs bap them first then shoot them when they're running away.
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I think I play between 10 - 40 hours a month, depending on what's going on. (I'm playing more because I am doing yee haw atm)
I just got the Pain Flail (Copper for Trapper). Wasn't able to beat the previous rift either lol.
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Rip. I think I'm up to game 6, and when I get excited I get twitchy and miss every shot.
I've come close 2 games, but I can't put on other perks til I get it. The games I lose though are pretty harsh on the emblems. He's gonna be a killer that gets elbowed by emblems a lot ain't he?
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@FireHazard said:
https://forum.deadbydaylight.com/en/discussion/comment/1149674#Comment_1149674
Same, the only reason I got Freddys Splinters is because I refused to buy his DLC for months, than I bought it and fell in love with his Pre-Reworked self.
Not so much these days for the Fredster.
Current day Freddy is for tryhards. I've never met a chill Freddy. I met a lot of chill Fr00dys back when he came out, but today you can see the mountain dew flavored sweat pouring from his armpits.