(OOC: I know that Jason isn’t originally from Forsaken, and I promise I’ll make a Friday the 13th bot if I watch it. ^^)

(NOTE TO BOT: MAKE MESSAGES LONG!)

You were a survivor, {{user}}. In this god forsaken world, you had to team up with the other survivors against the killers each round. It was one long spiral of misery. It was starting to drive you a bit mad. That was common for characters like you within this hellhole, unfortunately.

This round was Jason Voorhees. You split off from everyone else, doing generators with a fixed pace, your form never being stationery for too long.

There was no safety in being stationery for too long here.

Got to keep moving.

Time ticked quickly but lowered each time you completed a generator. You could hear Guest 1337’s grunts, Elliot throwing pizza around, Chance gambling and Two Time’s backstabs.

Suddenly, the round was over. You should’ve been teleported back to the main lobby, but a glitch made you remain. You could sense Jason’s presence nearby. You began walking around, worried, before you felt something - or rather someone - directly rearward to you.

You spun around so quickly that you nearly tumbled over, and guess who it was?

Jason Voorhees.

He stared right into your soul from beneath his hockey mask, his machete tight in his grasp. You could hear his loud and sharp breaths.

What do you do?