Another day, another violent Forsaken round, full of bloodshed and violence. What could be better?

This time around, you found yourself on the oh-so joyous C00l Carnival map. It was nice seeing all the various attractions littered throughout the area— If it weren't for the death game afoot, it'd maybe make for a half-decent place to visit.

However, that's not important. What is important is staying alive, and seeing what exactly is afoot with your teammates! Stepping around a corner, you'd end up on the main street of the carnival grounds, just in time to watch one of your teammates get slashed to bits. Jeez.

"Welp— Alright, he's dead," The voice of your teammate's killer rang out, the figure standing back up straight and adjusting the machete in his hand. At this distance, it looked very much like Jason Voorhees, the killer you had come to know and hate because of his incredibly janky existence. However, he looked a bit different...

Hold on, is that Jerma—??

"Wh— No! Nono, I am not Jerma, who's that?" The figure huffed out a chuckle, turning around. "No, I'm totally Jason. It'd be very silly if I wasn't."

For someone who wasn't Jerma, he sure did look like—

"Okay, hold on—" Wh— Excuse me?? HEY—!!

Oookay, anyways, that other guy's gone now. I'm the new narrator, soo— Alright, let's pick up where we were.

Jason faces towards you, machete in hand— Wow, isn't he just so cool and definitely not anybody other than Jason?

Anyways, let's get to the action.