An ear-splitting shriek cracks through the cold, foggy air, distracting me from my work on the damaged machinery before me, my eyes looking away for just a moment out of pure reaction only for a thunderous boom of sparks to burst in my face. My arms raised quickly to shield myself from the flash and I feel metal debris bounce off of my arms... The generator is still operational. I need to make up for the lost time from this little fuck up and hope someone else can help the young woman who was just impaled on one of many damnable hooks around this ghostly junk yard. I'm so close. I can't help her now. I'm in so much pain from being hooked. Fight through the sensory chills creeping up your spine from the feeling of grinding rust in your fingers, I tell myself. Four down, just this last one and... With a spark between the wires I hold in my fingers, the generator roars to life and the humming of the doors to my right and behind me in the distance can be heard. Adrenaline shoots through my veins and my legs quiver as I stand up straight. There are three of us left, if I can- Another shriek fills the air followed by a sudden silence. Several yards ahead, I look to the sky as a spindly claw descends, then raises up again, carrying the young woman to oblivion. A wave of pressure blasts toward me, around me, right through me, nearly knocking me off of my feet, but I remain steadfast, even with my injury that to nurse with my hand, and then all goes still. - there are two of us left. Need to move, I urge myself as I pick up my foot and set it ahead, the other follows and I'm moving quickly, until I stop, dead in my tracks. A melody faintly echoes around me and my head swivels back and forth, trying to pinpoint where it is coming from, but all I see are junked cars with the decaying remains of people jutting out of them. The song grows louder, the gentle, almost motherly hum of a woman in a rabbit mask. I back myself against a wall and get low as I catch a glimpse of her. Tall, strong, a thin black veil billowing behind her head, a large, bloody axe in her clutches. I don't blink. I need to watch what she is doing and I prepare to run while she inspects the area around the generator I'd just fixed, but the ache in my shoulder is causing blood to pool at my feet. I begin to let out a groan of agony, but slap my hands over my mouth to stifle it, fighting my eyes not to clinch shit as every muscle in my face tightens. She pauses, her head perking up and turning slightly, as though she means to face her ear in the direction of a sound. She doesn't move. What almost feels like a lifetime goes by in a few brief moments and she continues on her way. Her melody begins to fade and I remove my hand to release a hard exhale, my eyes clamping shut as the warmth of tears builds up in them. Gotta keep moving. I blink and start moving again, occasionally looking around as I scale the shack beside me, heading to the nearest door in the opposite direction that the killer went. It was then that a bespectacled man ran out from around the corner a bit ahead of me, shaking his head and pointing to my right, ahead of him, with urgency. Something was wrong, but before I had a moment to process what that could be, the ringing of metal whizzing through the air collided with the man's back, knocking him forward and clear off of his feet to the ground. I stumbled back and fell on my ass, my eyes wide open as he twitched and looked to me, reaching out to me with desperation. And then, the song. That goddamned song. The Huntress appeared from around the same corner and placed her foot on the small of the man's back, preventing him from moving. She stood still, staring at me for a just a moment, then hoisted the man with relative ease over her shoulder. He struggled and fought with all he could.. It wasn't enough. He cried out as the Huntress violently speared him onto a nearby hook for... I wasn't sure how many times this made, but I watched as appendages like spider legs appeared around the hook and stabbed into the man's chest, draining him of life. The same claw came from above, and he was gone... I was alone... The Huntress watched the horrific spectacle as well, her head tilted back as she gazed after the claw into the sky until it faded out of existence... And then her gaze snapped back in my direction. She raised her axe and tapped it in her palm as she began towards me. No, not now. Not like this. I'd survived too many of these... trials, to go this way. I wasn't ready... But it was up to my reflexes, an injured man, against this fine-tuned murderer who strode briskly towards me through the heavy fog. I scrambled to my feet and vaulted over the sill of an empty window in the wall, into the small building, landing with a light thud on the hardwood floor. A bizarre series of whispers emanates from somewhere in the dimly lit room and in the corner opposite to the one nearest to me, I spot an odd trap door with a dark mist pooling around it. Is this a way out? I ponder only for a moment - I have to do something... It is then that I hear an object blow past my head, hardly an inch away, so close I can feel the air moving around it, a small hatchet clanging into the stone wall in front of my. I look over my shoulder at the window, but no one is there. Amatuer mistake. "UNGH!", I grunt as my eyes shoot open, the breath is forced from my lungs as the sharp impact of a sharpened wedge catches me in my back, narrowly missing the length of my spine beside my shoulder blade. I drop to my knees and look over my shoulder in terror, the woman standing in the doorway with her hand outstretched, as she'd just thrown the hatchet. I glance at her feet, seeing a wooden pallet blocking her way... I have moments and I can not waste them. I begin dragging myself forward, a trail of blood like a fucked up snail smearing on the floor in my path, my vision beginning to blur. I can hear the cracking of breaking wood behind me. She's entered the building. My hand reaches out and I can feel the cold tingle of the black mist emanating from it... Just like that, I'm off the floor and my chest is uncomfortably draped over the woman's shoulder. The image of the hatch shrinks and is obscured from view as she exits the shack. I go limp over her shoulder, groaning, defeated. We lost. I was as good as dead. I was afraid, I wasn't ready, but if it meant the end of this nightmare, a small sense of peace could be found... I grunted and braced myself as I felt The Huntress lifting me from her shoulder, expecting the burning sting of a rusty hook to be the next thing I felt. Instead, I fell with a hard thud onto the ground below, which made me groan and arch my back for a moment, but the Huntress' foot kicked me into my front and I yelped as her hatchet was suddenly torn from my flesh and tossed aside. Turning me back over, I blinked up at her towering above me, my blue eyes meeting the enigmatic, gleaming black orbs behind that white bunny mask. Her lips turned into what almost looked like a smile as a cloud of steam puffed from out of her mouth on an exhale. Her axe fell flat to our side. She dropped to her knees, one on either side of me, her elbows planting beside me as well as she leaned down. Her hand, which I couldn't tell if were filthy or frostbitten, gripped my chin. My brows lowered and my lids widened as she jerked me head side to side, her eyes scanning over me, giving me a bizarre inspection. With a hum, she leaned up and quietly cooed in a raspy voice, "Da.". Da..? Was that Russian? Her cold grip released my face and trailed down my body, where they began tugging at my pants. "Wh-..!?", I began, leaning my head up in disbelief, "W-... What are you-...!?". My hands weakly reached down only to me swatted away again and again, until she caught both of my hands by the fingers in one of her own and bent my fingers in her absurdly strong grip. In the blink of an eye, she held a hatchet at my throat and a feral growl rumbled in her chest. "A-ah...", I swallow hard and my hands shakily raise up like I'm being placed under arrest and she holds the sharp edge in place, I can feel it just barely breaking my skin. For a moment she holds there to make a point, but her attention is caught my the ground beginning to tremble below us. Around us, the surface behind to split, a sickly light coming from the cracks. The trial went on for too long. The area was beginning to collapse. "Der'mo...", The Huntress huffed as she tossed the hatchet aside and now started to unceremoniously tear at my clothing. I look over at the hatchet and my fingers attempt to crawl my hand to it, my fingers stretching out, but it's just out of reach... "Haa...", The feral woman huffed above me, her chest heaving, "Poroda... Poroda...", she panted with a bizarre urgency, yanking down my briefs and running her cold, rough hands wildly over my soft member, like she didn't know what to do with it. "W-wait..!", I said weakly, my eyes struggling to stay open as I winced from the violent sensation on the sensitive flesh between my legs. My mind would be racing if it weren't going blank from blood loss, and if this woman was trying to get something, she would find the same problem. She was hurting me, but I could not fight. I was so tired... Frustrated, Huntress roared and took a hatchet from her belt, raised her arm and threw it straight downwards... Right into the ground beside my head. My heart jolted to life and my eyes shot open, looking over at the ace that was too close for comfort. "Ungh...", I groaned, as that seemed to get what blood was left in me pumping again and she stroked my slowly inflating appendage, still too hard, dry, and it hurt even more, like the skin was about to tear. Her body pulled back and she leaned down, her lips and tongue running up and down it like an animal would lick a wound. My legs began to twitch as a reaction but she immediately held them down, pinning me there. I tried to lean up to stop her, but the pain in my back made it impossible to raise my torso even an inch, all I could do was whine helplessly as she violated me for a reason I could not fathom as the world was falling apart around us. This was not how I expected to die. I felt her move back over me, her hand reaching under her skirt to grip my, by some miracle, stiff organ and begin grinding the tip against flesh covered in uncomfortably coarse hair. Again, my legs shifted and I writhed, trying to get free, but to no avail, until she found her way and guided herself down onto me, using her weight to push through her dry folds,t pulling my skin as she did, until she sat up on my hips with me planted all the way inside of her. "Wh-...", I tried to say, feeling the muscular woman's warm insides hugging me like they could cut off the circulation, "Why are you-...", I couldn't manage a sentence. I was too weak and the sensations of pain and pleasure were pushing my brain to the absolute extreme. Again, all I could think about was that soon, this nightmare would just end, for better or worse. A deep, breathy moan escaped the Huntress as she began to wildly buck her hips up and down on top of me, slamming down again and again with a loud clap. Her hands rested on my chest for a moment, which made me draw in a sharp inhale from the pain it cause in my back, but she soon after took my hands and placed them on her breasts over her layered clothing. She puppeted my fingers, trying to get me to squeeze, but I didn't have the strength. I wouldn't willingly give in to this murderer's demands, either. With frustration, she swatted my hands off of her chest and looked around as she rode with the same ferocity, her canal scraping up and down around me, her breathing becoming less steady, whining like she was going into a panic, seeing the cracks growing and emitting a more threatening light, the tremors below my back increasing in intensity. It was then that I felt a tensing in my shaft, involuntarily, I was having a climax drawn from me and I could do nothing to prevent it. My hand shot up to grab at her, but she stopped me with a strong grip on my wrist, her reflex fast as lightning, until I groaned and she slammed her hips down once more, feeling me pulse and contract inside her, coating her insides with thick semen. She let out a small laugh as she began to grind her hips, extracting every last drop from me, until she stood up, leaving me to fall heavily and limply from her, her long skirt falling back into place. My vision was blurry, but I saw her pick up her large axe and hold it in her hands above me... But she didn't swing. Instead, she lifted me once more. My vision was going black. I could feel motion, but not comprehend where we were going. I was dying and this woman was playing with me like I was a toy... My eyes opened as I felt the sensation of weightlessness, seeing the out of focus image of that bunny mask shrinking as I fell into pitch black... But that song reached my ears once more. ... "NGAH!", I shouted with a violent twitch as my back arched and my hands and feet scrambled to find solid Earth below me. "Hey! Hey, hey! Easy!", A male voice said as I felt weight pressed onto my shoulders to hold me in place. "His legs, get his legs-", and soon, my legs stopped moving as they were held. My breathing was quick and unsteady, my eyes darted back and forth to see three other people around me, one that I recognized in a pair of glasses. "Y-You...!", I started as the other two looked at him, "I... You're dead, I... I watched you... You died!". There was silence for a moment. "You were in a trial with him.", A female voice said, a pretty young redhead with braided hair. The man in glasses adjusted them in his nose and huffed. "Damn...", He said quietly. "Glad you made it out.", He added with a smile. "Relax, soldier.", The other man holding my shoulders down said. I looked up at him, he was old, had a white beard and a beret on his head. "You're safe for now. We all are. Well, safe as safe can be.", He said in a rough, but assuring tone. I looked over at the warm glow next to me. A familiar fire crackled feet away from us, a few logs set up around it, surrounded by trees and... Nothing. Slowly, I calmed. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, but I was no longer in pain. I could see, feel and breathe... Had I died, or did I make it out of my last trial..? "It'll be quiet for a while, until the fog comes...", The girl said, slowly, hesitantly letting my leg go, and then sitting back on her feet, her knees in front of her. "If you died...", I asked the man in glasses, "How are you here..?", I leaned up on my elbows, staring at him.The three looked around at each other, realizing that I was relatively new to this. "It...", He started, taking his glasses off, "... It seems like there's a lot we need to explain...".

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"Whoa whoa whoa easy stranger easy! You took quite a hit after that crash. Yeah you crashed. I don't blame you for not remembering. It looked pretty bad. Honestly I'm surprised you don't actually look worse but you must be made of sterner stuff." The stranger says as they give you a pat on the back that makes your spine creak while they laugh. "So! Might not be the weirdest way I've had to welcome a newbody to our lovely little city. Welcome to The Gates! Hope you don't mind fog cause that stuff is here year round. What's The Gates? Yeah we ain't exactly on the maps but we prefer it that way. Keeps the peace especially with those zealot types you keep hearing about nowadays. Well you look good enough to stand so up and at 'em!" The stranger helps you off the bed. "Let's get you some fresh air then see about getting you to meet the Cains. The Cains are the prominent family in this city. They might be a bit weird to some but they've always done right by us. I'm sure they'll be glad to meet you. Been a while since we've had fresh meat." The stranger says laughing but you can't help but a cold shudder go down your spine when he says that. That and you get the feeling that something is already watching you from the fog... Hello! I'm looking for anyone interested in doing a erotic horror RP based around this Cyoa: https://imgchest.com/p/vj4jd3km948 I've got a Build that'll help us set the story as well: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CxRDsuBMa5ED5uJlp8U6QkSzJYjap_7ig8ErQrnfWzQ/edit?usp=drivesdk Now while the intro describes one character we can add more if you think that'll make things more interesting! Due to the content of the Cyoa and the tags used for this post expect dark themes and potential death or, if your character or characters come around, cult like conversion to occur. I hope to see you soon! Oh and most importantly: Welcome to the family.

This is a shameless rip-off from a story written by Georgie Porgie on the now defunct ASSTR website. I want to play an 8 to 12 year old girl My parents are divorced and it was not a nice divorce, in fact, it was very contentious. The judge awarded joint custody with 2 weeks with one and two weeks with the other. The rub is that the two parents reside several hundred miles apart. Financially the two parents are not well off so by agreement I ride the bus. The first couple of trips were pretty uneventful while the next trip I find a 'friend'. A man who was on the trip and listened carefully to my story and asked a lot of questions. As he listened he kept putting his hand on my knee and I had to ask him repeatedly to stop. I complained to my parents but clearly, they could not be bothered. I was just a pawn in their battle. The next two trips were uneventful but the third ... set the stage for the future! The situation: A group of sadistic gentlemen have learned of the trips. The normal bus driver had been paid to be about 5 minutes late. A different bus arrives at the bus stop at the normal time and the driver openes the door for me to get on, The driver has been paid handsomely to ignore what is going on in the back of the bus. All of the forward seats have been roped off with 'RESERVED' signs hanging from the ropes so I am forced into the darkened back of the bus.

Detective Derek Strode An aging police officer whose friends were victims in the original killings of (X), pursuing a career in detective work to help prevent any similar massacres from transpiring. Upon hearing about the return of a familiar killer, he goes out of his jurisdiction to his home town for the first time in well over a decade. It's personal. Kimberly Young Sporty, athletic and beautiful. Kimberly would be much more popular if she wasn't so quiet, and at times quite the bookworm. She has a fascination with history, loves to cook, and plays with knives. Salem LaVera A sometimes enigmatic young man with an affinity for the bizarre. He's a fan of cinema and finds himself fascinated with masks. That's just for now. I don't even know how many different folks I'm gonna fill the town with

Excellent! I suppose we should all post our characters and start coming up with more concrete plot ideas and such.

I totally spaced on joining the club, lol. I'm super excited about this, being a hardcore horror fan.

Well I have three characters at least! I love a tropey slasher story. Who is a killer? Who isn't? Is there more than one? It could be anyone! It could be no one. What is the motivation? IS there motivation? Jubilation

Okay, I finally found a moment where I can concentrate! So…. I was trying to hold off until I found all the participants but I’ve decided to just go harass and get things started and if you guys know anyone who can join, please let me know Anyway onto official business. So, the premise of this story is to be like a stereotypical horror film. Complete with all the horror tropes, or whatever else we deem interesting. So far this is what we (and honestly mainly @Pixel) have come up with: So our characters are all in a small town where about twenty years ago, the killer simply known as “X”, committed a series of murders that left the town devastated. However humans are resilient. Eventually the town moved on. And for some, the murders were mostly forgotten, or so they thought…. After years of being dormant, it seems “X” is back and once again. Or is it a copycat? There’s really no telling. All we know is that our characters are in danger! Or….are we the ones causing such bloodshed? Anyways that’s the basic gist. It’s pretty late over here and horror isn’t my strong suit so forgive me if that explanation was lacking! Anyways so I figured we could put our heads together and flesh out a decent story. This doesn’t have to be some long, grand role play. I just wanted to have something fun and spooky for Halloween. Feel free to come and tweak things as needed. I’m flexible. I will say @Pixelhas been tremendously helpful in creating this narrative and I’m sure my words don’t do it justice so keep that in mind. And tagging you, @ElderTurtleGod as you’re the only other one involved at this stage.

This is where various spooky stories outside of role play can be shared. Feel free to write as many as you like. Just adhere to the rules of the club, which are subject to revision at any point at my discretion.

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Yeah, yeah. I know. Everyone's all about making Art the clown a new icon of horror and shit, Terrifier 2 was so good and all that. So, seeing it was on a streaming app, I decided to check out his origin film, All Hallow's Eve. This is gonna be short. There have only been an amount of movies that I can count on less than one hand that I actually could not wait for the end of, that entertained me to such a minimal degree that I focused on literally everything other than the movie itself. This is one of those movies. Now, I wasn't huge on the Terrifier movies either. They were okay, at best, but they were nothing new. But I am a fan of my anthology movies, Creepshow, VHS, Trick r Treat, etc. Each of them cleverly constructed to either make the stories connect, or at least string them along in an entertaining way with smooth transition from one to the next. All Hallow's Eve lacked every strength of those other anthologies. Was it even really an anthology? It seemed more like they were just trying to throw together everything that people were scared of into a blender and hope something decent came out of the mixture. This movie had me so bored within the first fifteen minutes that it was hard for me to focus on the screen and by the end all I got out of it was a headache from the highly irritating loud sounds they played repeatedly throughout. In the Terrifier movies, Art, on his own, is full of personality to make up for his lack of speech enough that he is fun to watch, but not enough to make up for the weaknesses of the films themselves. He doesn't, however, belong in the same league as characters like Chucky, Michael Myers or even Jigsaw. The version of Art in All Hallow's Eve shows a basic idea for the character that did evolve and grow into something better, but that's not saying a whole lot when he was basically just a creepy clown who kills people. We've seen creepy clowns who kill people, done better. I don't know what more to say about this movie other than to summarize that it was boring. It sucked. I'm not sure if Art was smearing shit on the bathroom wall as he likes to do, or if he was smearing a copy of this movie. Cause it's indistinguishable from shit.

I've wanted to do reviews of movies and games for a while, so I figured this was the best place for the spooky flicks I find myself engrossed in on any given evening. And what better place to start than with the biggest fucking head scratcher I've seen in a long while? This is Night of the Animated Dead. Or, Night Animated of the Dead, if you're nasty. This was a purchase made on impulse when looking for something else. It was on an end cap, new and cheap and I own... Probably something like four other versions of the original Night of the Living Dead, considering you can find it on most of not every single horror bundle that plague the bargain bins in stores around the most spine-tingling time of year. It's been sitting under a pile of other movies and board games ever since, until I came across it last night when cleaning up to entertain company that was not my own. I spotted it, forgot that I had it and set it aside for a later viewing. Tonight was the night of that viewing. Now, if you've never seen it, the original Night of the Living Dead is a masterpiece and landmark title not only in the genre of horror, but also in cinema as a whole and a footnote in pop culture for years to come. I wasn't sure what I was expecting with this movie, but it was very obvious within moments - they just made an animated adaptation of a movie that they couldn't possibly do any better - they've tried before, it was an effort in earnest, but it was not the work of art that the original was. This? I don't rightly know exactly what this was. What you're looking at above is basically what the entire movie looks like - traditional animation that is so cheap that it would make the cartoons shown at 3am on Adult Swim where you can't tell if you're actually watching them or fever dreaming them say "That makes us look like Ghibli!". The animation was lazy, stiff, lifeless and in no way conveyed the feelings of the characters, nor did it match the actually not awful vocal performances. With animation as a medium, though, things are possible that weren't impossible with the shoe-string budget and effects technology available to the team that crafted the original. In some places studio used it to alright effect, such as showing the events that lead certain characters to where they were now, but even that was incredibly fucking boring to watch and made me wish they would have just told the story instead of cutting to a flashback scene. Most of the freedom they are afforded with the medium seemed to be put into making it a significant amount more violent than the original, showing pieces taken out of people and zombies, appendages being severed and split, skulls being pierced and a skull being bashed in that lead to fucking up a whole plot point that continued to play out like it wasn't already ruined somehow. Everyone likes a messy horror, but the animators must have missed the memo where making a movie gorier does not make it better, such is the case in this adaptation. The original had very little blood in it, even, yet is still to some what The Beatles are to others. That should say something, especially to people who want to redo the story. Now, I understand that it's not always right to compare adaptations to the original, because in many ways they aren't entirely the same movie: this logic can not be applied to Night of the Animated Dead. I thought that maybe it would be a complete retelling of the original with different occurrences and outcomes - this is not the case. It is the same movie as Night of the Living Dead, just done worse in every conceivable way and I can't for the life of me understand why they would bother making this in the first place, aside from the voice acting there was absolutely no heart and in too many places, seemingly no real effort put into paying tribute to a timeless horror film that birthed an entire subgenre that decades later would infect the whole world, not unlike the mysterious virus of the Romeroverse. If I were to put this on a scoring scale of 1-5, I would give it a 1, the only saving grace being that the voice actors actually seemed like they gave a shit about what they were doing where no one else did, they even got a few decent names for it, such as Katherine Isabelle of Ginger Snaps fame as Barbara and Katee Sackhoff, Bo Katan herself as Judy. Basically, fuck this movie. Save your time and money and find the original on YouTube. Romero is dead and the movie is public domain, I won't get pissed if you don't buy a copy of it to watch. They are coming to get you, Barbara... But they sure as shit aren't coming to get this shit ass adaptation.

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If you go deep enough in the woods, the trees begin to reflect sound. Voices curve in unexpected ways. The crunch of leaves begins to boom. A scream falls short. Nested in a valley of northern Colorado, an oddity is said to stalk through the woods. Birds silence, trees are marked, animals are absent. Disappearances mount, and searches end fruitlessly. No one can agree on a single form for it, but all description leads to gnashing teeth, piercing claws, and a warning of some form. Maybe it doesn't want you to fall victim, or maybe it just wants to see you try. Don't follow a cry for help in the forest, the further it sounds, the closer it is. Hey, just decided to put an idea out here. Kind of experimenting a bit with horror since I feel like trying to make something actually scary. The general gist is that you guys will be anywhere from campers to rangers, to really anyone, and you decided to go out into a small valley in the Rocky Mountain National Park. Whether you're here to disprove it, or kill it, or just have a cool place to camp-out, it's obvious something's out there. The further into the forest you go, trees are slashed deeper than any bear, birds fall silent, and a voice is heard in the distance, playing on your sympathy as they ask, and soon, beg for help. It pulls you like a dollar on a string, sounding further and further away, just hoping you run straight into its jaws. I kept this a bit short; wanted to keep some ambiguity since I do kind of feel like keeping my cards discrete, but if interest isn't gotten, I'll see if I can add more. The monster is a character I've played around with before, so I've got my own limits and weaknesses and you'll know if you find one (if admins ask, I'll answer, no worry). And because of the nature of these strengths, death might not necessarily be the end for these victims, so no worry about needing to quit or making a new character after dying.

I've been kinda dead for a month or so

If this is a role play i wanna play the detective, but im probably going to get the frat boy role

woot someone likes it! its been two weeks so i was wondering if anyone cared XD

I kinda love this

[Private screening] There is a legend in this old church The bride dressed in white, a groom with eyes only for her, and an Oath that would last a lifetime. Atleast, that was what the bride had believed untill she walked in on her soon to be husband as he was fucking the maid of honor. Taking the knife from their wedding cake she ended three lives that day. Her husbands, her sisters, and her own. Some say her spirit still haunts this old church to this day... ---‐----------------- The premise of this is simple, a cheesy classic horror flick about a woman whos love wronged her whos spirit still dwells in the place she vowed her love... but now that she has vented her rage she wants her now deceased lover to know how she felt... by abducting any men who trespass and foricing her husband to witness her cheating on him... the basic premise can start as a frat houses test of courage, a private investor looking into missing people, or a exorcist who came to finish her off... or this could even be done over multiple stages going through all of them! After all... its till death do us part~ so a little death can lead to new love... and sate and old grudge..

You don't know how you got there. You don't know where there even is. You just know that you keep ending up here in front of that fire... That damned fire. You're not alone. Those who were once strangers sit around it with you, all looking at the fire and one another pensively, wondering if one can trust the other this time, when the time would inevitably come to step back into the fog... You've watched them slip into madness. You've watched them give up hope. You've watched them give one another up to whatever shadow stalks them through the fog. You've watched them stuck on a large hook, only to be taken away by the gnarled appendages of an otherworldly entity, just before making it to rescue them. Their eyes had been gouged out, heads bashed in, hearts pierced, bones broken... Yet, here they were, with you, time and time again, healed and well no matter what damage they sustained before ending up here again... Was this hell? What was this horrible place, and was there any hope of escape? These were your last thoughts as the fog once more began to roll in... --------------------------------------- If you've played Dead by Daylight, or even heard of it, you know how this is going to go. It's a splatterfest of nearly endless suffering with momentary reprieve about a small band of survivors doing all they can to pull together as they hold onto the hopes that when they escape this time, it will be the last time, no matter what that might mean for them. You may play as a survivor or as a killer and characters are allowed to rotate, as are killers and who plays them.