friday the 13th · jason voorhees · slasher · survival horror · camp crystal lake · tabletop rpg · horror · resource management · psychological terror
A dying sun stains the pine needles crimson as the bus engine shudders and falls silent on the dirt road. Dust clouds rise, stirred by footsteps that haven't disturbed this ground in seasons. Camp Crystal Lake lies ahead—peeling cabins, a deserted dock, water dark and still as obsidian. Your bag is a weight in your hand, the bills in your pocket a poor shield. The breeze carries the smell of wet timber and something ancient, something waiting. you, what do you know about the child who vanished beneath the water?