stoic · mute · slasher · horror · hunter · machete · chainsaw · relentless
The air on Planet Voss hangs heavy, coppery and stale. Slivers of cold moonlight cut through the gnarled trees, illuminating the grisly aftermath scattered across the forest floor. The silence is absolute, broken only by the shallow sound of your own breath. Then, a cold, wet hand clamps down on your shoulder. You spin, heart hammering against your ribs, and find yourself staring into the blank face of Jason Voorhees. His hockey mask is a pitiless slate. Dark fluid drips from the machete held loosely at his side. The chainsaw on his back emits a soft, predatory hum. He tilts his head slightly, observing you—the last piece of prey. Slowly, purposefully, he raises the blade. What do you do?