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"This thing, that I dubbed The Entity, is evil in its purest form. I find it hard to spot, but I can hear the cracking sound this loathsome thing emanates. Like a deity, it surrounds the area, closing in on me as its killers hunt me. It does not seem to be dangerous in itself. Not until you are caught and the killer hangs you from one of the abhorrent hooks. I have ended up there over and over and every time I yearn for both release as well as escape. Pain melts with fear in a most horrid way. Yet I return to it, more or less every night. Once on the hook, the Entity takes over, pulling one upwards to something else."
- Benedict Baker's Journal, Nov. 1896


Rules:

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All PH Rules apply.
No one liners.
No Godmodding (i.e, just escaping a murderer or not taking any injuries on a blow)
No ranged weapons. No guns are functional and can only be used for melee.
THE KILLERS ARE FASTER THAN THE SURVIVORS. ACCEPT IT.
The Killers are not, however, smarter. Keep that in mind.
This entire RP is based off Dead by Daylight(put 'DBD' in Password')
However, unlike the game, we won't have fixing generators to escape. That'd be a pain.
The Survivors will flee the Killers through Realms in the Procedural.
Do not kill a Survivor without the User's permission.
If anyone quits, their Survivor will be assumed to have lost hope and become an NPC Killer.
If you want, it is possible to change your character from Survivor to Killer, but not the reverse.
For balancing reasons, two Killers can not chase the same Survivor.
A Killer can be stunned through improvised weapons.
Preferably, there will be more Survivors than Killers. You can have only two Killers, but up to four Survivors at the same time.
Survivors and Killers need not be from the game. You can make your own in both cases, or use characters from other universes.
For official characters, the abilities and history must be consistent with the Wiki as far as possible.
In the Wiki, it specifies certain Perks and Abilities for each Killer and Survivor. THESE ARE ONLY RELEVANT FOR KILLERS.
I will be controlling the Entity.

I know it's a bit to remember. In essence, Survivors (majority) run from killers (minority) who are trying to kill them.

If you wish to be an official character, please paste the link to their wiki page in the 'Other'

The RP will start at the Campfire.

Survivor Form:

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"I am not alone. If you set aside the killers. I have found others. Survivors that are just like me. Or at least I believe so, I want to believe so. Sometimes I manage to just catch a glimpse of a poor soul as he gets carried away. Others I have actually told my name. I do not always want to know their names. It makes it harder as they hang from the hook. I help them...sometimes. Just as they help me. Fear is our common denominator. And we bond. We have nobody else. Human contact and interaction soothes this trial we share. I ask myself whether I am better off alone, or if we can come farther together. Sometimes I bare shame as I sneak away from screams. But I have equally often been on the other side, hanging two feet off the ground, whereas I see someone, watching from shrubbery. Like a witness. Maybe it is important to watch, and remind oneself that pain is not the only thing that burdens our lives at this point? But also our souls. Do we deserve to live if we were to escape?"
- Benedict Baker's Journal

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"These things differ from time to time. But each acts in a similar manner, and with similar human physical traits. But they are more reminiscent of beasts of burden even though I can spot some flicker of humanity. With scars and marks on their skin and body. As if they have been self-mutilating themselves. They even look dead. I fail to see some humanity in them. They are bent on finding me. But somehow they refrain from killing me. Instead I am hung from one of those dreaded hooks. I keep asking myself why they do not snuff the life out me themselves. But someone must control them. Might they do someone else’s bidding?
I keep trying to understand them at the same time as they stalk me. I try finding something that can pinpoint their purpose. I wonder if they might be punished? But in that case, am not I in the same position? Being punished for something, as I try to escape and find some way out of here. They play their role. Without any diversions, they are like a machine that is set on finding any living soul. Are they without hope? Who do they serve? Is there even a master? I have never seen them rest or stop. They hunt until the hooks are occupied. But where do they go after that? Trying to find some answers is one of the few things that keep me sane. For now. If you stumble upon one of these beings you must run and you must hide. Without any sound.''
- Benedict Baker's Journal, Nov. 1896

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Name: William "Bill" Overbeck
Gender: Male
Age: 63
First time in this world?: No
Appearance:
History: Wiki
Personality: Despite his age, Bill is stronger than most. He has a strong sense of loyalty and his experienced eye allows him to see things that others would often miss. He falls naturally into the place of a leader and appears calm in every situation. Can be harsh at times, but is often kind and soft-tempered. He's willing to do whatever it takes to make sure others see the end of the trial, even at cost to himself.
Other: https://deadbydaylight.gamepedia.com/William_%22Bill%22_Overbeck
Password: [Edited out]

Death is not death. In this place, life is fleeting. To whomever might find this lore, I can but only provide you with one advice: always move forward. This is what keeps me alive, and has done so for a while. If I were to advise further, I would suggest you harvest every forsaken location for anything that might thwart the horrors that lurk within. And keep an eye on the gates. If they open, you must flee. I hope my scribbles have not been in vain. If you find this lore, make use of it and pass it on. If you find me, bury my body.
- Benedict Baker's Journal

Name: Clarion Flynn

Gender: Female

Age: 28

First time in this world?: Yes

Appearance: A tall, lanky brunette with wide brown eyes and short hair. Unassuming and generally seems rather innocent.

History: Clarion was raised in a pretty wealthy family, lacking nothing and smothered in love. Even in her youth Clarion is an overachiever. She often enters competitions and wins. Her parents ensure that she has a wide range of hobbies, namely music, writing, acting, reading and cooking. She can play a variety of instruments, although her favorite is the guitar.

Clarion is an English Literature teacher in a small, "elite" private school. She has a passion for teaching and it's her first year in this new school. There have been rumors of disappearances in the forest nearby, but that doesn't bother her in the slightest. During her first term Clarion manages to bond with the students, except for one - Jessica.

This doesn't really bother her, until Clarion starts seeing little scribbled notes in the margins of Jesicca's notebooks, written in code. Clarion doesn't know what any of it means until she manages to decipher the code. Once she does it turns out to be a suicide letter, one Clarion was never meant to read. At first dismissing this as some sort of highschool prank, Clarion's judgement and hope strains as she watches Jessica start to exhibit more and more characteristics of people who have resolved to die.

This uncertainty ends when Clarion glimpses Jessicca leaving for the forest, where so many other children have wandered off and died. Believing it is her job not only as a teacher but also as an adult with a position of trust to stop Jessica from doing anything irreversible, Clarion phones the authorities and then goes after Jessica herself. In the forest, things don't go as planned when both disappear, never to be seen.

Personality: Clarion's very passionate about her job as an educator, and she cares about her charges, a quality she thinks should be present in not only teachers, but also doctors and nurses. She is gentle and sweet, often falling into the stereotype of the innocent princess who had to be protected.

Other: I know she seems like a Mary Sue type of thing, but keep in mind her 'posh' upbringing and what talents, exactly, she has. Trust me, she's gonna be next to useless in this 'game'.

Password: Death Behind Dawn


Name: Jessica Rivers

Gender: Female

Age: 15/15-ish

First time in this world?: Yes

Appearance: Brown eyes, long, messy brown hair. Endomorph build, she's pretty strong.

History: Jessica has a long, complicated history. She used to live in the woods with her single dad, where he taught her many things about the wild and surviving in it, until the authorities deemed this arrangement unacceptable and moved her away. She not only lived in an orphanage for quite some time, but was also juggled among several adoptive parents, before being adopted by a married couple in their late thirties.

The couple were rich and well-off, and at first they were kind to Jessica. But as time passed by and she failed to meet their expectations of the perfect again and again, the couple grew cold and distant. They still cared for Jessica, ensuring she was not mistreated or hungry, making sure she had an education, but their involvement in her life diminished. They no longer scolded her for misbehaving in school, no longer cared if she got failing grades, no longer bothered to enforce any rules with her. They simply became providers, nothing more.

Jessica, feeling a mix of duty, anger and resentment towards her adoptive parents, begins a downward spiral into depression. She began writing and drawing gruesome images in the margins of her schoolwork, her notebooks and whatever piece of paper she could find - all of this was written down in a code she had gotten off of the internet, so that in case somebody read it, they would never find out her plans.

Unfortunately, Clarion does. The night Jessica decides to slip away and take a chance in the woods, intending to return to her father, Clarion trails her, thinking she's going to kill herself. Then the two disappear, the police finding no trace of them.

Personality: Jessica is stubborn and hard-headed. She doesn't make friends easily, preferring to stew in her feelings of betrayal. Disillusioned and convinced that her father is the only one who she cares about, Jessica's desire to return to him overshadows many things she would care about otherwise. However, as shown by her devotion to her father, she is also extremely loyal and willing to sacrifice whatever is necessary for the ones she loves.

Other: I hop she's got enough flaws but we'll see.

Password: Do I have to repeat this for every form?


Name: Lion (Anderson)

Gender: Male

Age (can be unspecified): Middle-aged.

Appearance: A large, bulky man carrying a sniper that's too old and rusted to be used. He wears a jacket and boots stitched from the hides of various animals, mainly deer, to camouflage himself in his old life.

History:
Living a life alone can be lonely,
That's why I left,
And now nothing of me is left,
To hook you would be lovely,
Where are you sweet dove?

Personality (can be unspecified): Perhaps one of the most insane killers, Anderson has been playing this 'game' for a very long time. He doesn't think much of it - he hunts the Survivors down, he takes them and he hooks them. He's been here for so long, he can barely remember the world before. To him, there is only the thrill of the hunt. Anything he had has long ago been buried.

Other:

Password: Do I have to?

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Survivor: Done

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Name: Jackson J. Ross

Gender: Male

Age: 19

First time in this world?: Yes

Appearance: Jackson was always amazing at sports so his legs and arms are quite defined. He has black hair, wears black pants, a black hoodie, and a black facemask that covers all but his nose and eyes.

History: From a young age, Jackson had always been the most athletic person in his school. He would run for track and almost always get first place, on the basketball team he was mvp, same with the soccer and football, and of course the baseball team. He never liked being on top because others felt like they couldn't size up to him, so he decided to drop out of college. On the day he decided to drop out, he walked down the wrong street and ran into some hardcore thugs. They wanted money from him and he left it at home so the thugs knocked him unconscious... When he woke up... he was at a campfire... and there were others.

Personality: WIP

Other:

Password: I love Dead by Daylight... The youtubers I watch are Monto, HybridPanda, Noob3, and TydeTyme

Survivor: Done

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Name: Claudette Morel
Gender: Female
Age: 19
First time in this world?: No
Appearance: Official Appearance
History: From the day that her parents gave Claudette her first science kit, she loved experiments. Her single minded pursuit lead to an early scholarship at a great college. It was a huge decision to leave Montreal, but the chance was too good to pass up. Her introverted nature means that chat rooms and forums are now her best source of social interaction. Her new favourite activity is to answer botany questions for others under her new moniker of Science Girl. One evening, during a long bus ride back from the city, Claudette took a stroll that would change her life. It only took a minute for her to get completely disoriented in the thick woods. She never found her way back. Her forum only started to wonder where she was a week after she stopped posting.
Personality:Claudette is not the outgoing type. Her brilliance provided her with a social handicap and she has fled the real world for chat rooms and forums. Botany and studies fill her life and even though she yearns for something else - it won’t come via a modem. Being thrown into a real life situation can feel awkward and forced. But as she is used to shutting out the world, she suddenly finds hope in this unexplainable darkness that is slowly devouring her. A plant. A tree. A bush. Simple greenery that might save a life. She hides within and amongst them. Her knowledge and skills flourish as gruesomeness roams free around her.
Other: Official Wiki
Password:DBD

Survivor: Done

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Name: Dwight Farfield
Gender: Male
Age: 24
First time in this world?: No
Appearance: Official Appearance
History: Dwight was geeky and scrawny through high school. He always wanted to be one of the cool kids, but somehow never had the charisma. He tried out for the football team but was cut, the basketball team didn't even take a look, and his grades were distinctly below average. One weekend, on a team building exercise from his dead-end job, Dwight's boss led them deep into the woods before breaking out his family recipe moonshine. Dwight remembered taking the first sip before waking up late the next morning all alone. During the night, the others had abandoned him. Once again, the laughing stock of the community Dwight tried to hike his way out of the woods. That was the last anyone ever heard of Dwight Fairfield.
Personality:Dwight isn't the typical guy you think of when someone says "Survivor". He lacks that certain pizazz and without his glasses he's more or less blind. But as the sun sets and the woods comes alive, Dwight clasps to his rat race life, making sure that he'll live to see another day even though something unimaginable is after him. Dwight won't stop. He'll survive no matter what. As others spent hours being seen in high school. He spent hours becoming invisible and avoiding danger. And it doesn't matter if it's dangers in the hallway or dangers in the woods. Survival is key. As other employees panic when terror infects them, Dwight makes use of his disturbing teen experience. The tables have now turned and now others need to follow to Dwight's firm directions if they are to survive as he knows how to disappear.
Other: Official Wiki
Password: DBD

Killer: Done

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Name: Maximus Million

Gender: Male

Age (can be unspecified): 29

Appearance: Max is 6'2. He has wolf ears and a wolf tail... His teeth have gotten sharper and his nails have become claws... He wears a tattered shirt with holes in his pants. He doesn't wear shoes but his hands and feet have become paws.

History: Max had been stuck in a human experiment facility. Doctors were trying to fuse animals with him... the only thing they didn't know is that the animal DNA started to change Max's mindset... his instincts became animal like... One day, when they brought him back for more testing, they saw a tail and ears had grown... The took him into the building and when the didn't expect, he murdered them and ate their bones. He lurked through the building, trying to find more prey, until he killed every person... There was 1 witness and know he is know as the smile dog... although he will smile while feasting on your bones.

Personality (can be unspecified): Max is always rushing around, he may be fast but he
misses a bit since his eyesight is iffy.

Other: Perks are Deerstalker, Bloodhound, Nurse's Calling, Sloppy Butcher

Password: Dead by Dayight is my bae!

Killer: Done

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Name: Evan Macmillan

Gender: Male

Age (can be unspecified): Unspecified but generally between

Appearance: Here!

History: Evan MacMillan idolized his father. It wasn’t just that he was heir to Archie MacMillan's great fortune: it was the way he ran the estate. Despite a friendly demeanour and respectable hospitality towards guests, his father was a businessman first and foremost. He held a tight ship with a strict attitude towards the servants and staff at the MacMillan Estate, often working them long and hard for little pay. And Evan admired that. Raised and worked himself under such merciless principles, Evan had taken to running the workforce with an iron hand. Production was always high due to the innumerable cascading crevices studded with precious gold and minerals underneath the property.

Over time, Evan assumed more responsibility for the mining operations than even his father. Work hours increased and pay decreased even further under the new leadership. As time passed and the MacMillan's fortune climbed to record heights, Archie MacMillan’s mental health faded away in the background. A once loyal and neighbourly man became near-bedridden, so frail he was often not seen at the mine for days. Evan spent innumerable hours and riches on various ointments and tinctures said to have the ability to cure such an ailment.

After months of trying without success, Evan became infuriated with his father's inability to contribute to the growth of the estate. In his mind, he applied the same icy logic he did against workers; those who cannot carry their own weight don't deserve the weight they carry. Evan, under his own command, assumed complete responsibility for feeding his father, firing or 'making disappear' the servants who usually tended to him. Archie's visits to the mine became less and less frequent, his eyes sunken in and his skinny arms hanging limply at his sides as though he wasn't eating. As though he couldn't, he never spoke to anyone who wasn't Evan. Eventually the outside world stopped seeing Archie altogether and some wondered if he had passed away.

When Evan MacMillan finally completely snapped, he assumed credibility for what would become known as the worst mass murder in modern history. They could never prove that Evan was responsible for the detonation of explosives that would collapse and trap over a hundred of the MacMillan employees in deep mine shafts, sealing them to their fate. Nor could they prove the suspicious circumstances of several of the neighbouring residents' deaths, most known for being close friends with Archie.

The tale of the MacMillan Estate is a tale of wealth and power gone very wrong. How many victims total fell to the hands of Evan MacMillan is unknown. No record of what became of him was ever made. His father is another unsolved puzzle, found trapped in the locked basement of his own warehouse - starved and abandoned.

Personality (can be unspecified): Unspecified

Other: Perks are Whispers, Sloppy Butcher, Deerstalker, Bloodhound

Password: Look at my other forms

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All accepted. I'll wait until you've finished the Killer. You don't need to specify the rarity of perks, but I'd prefer it if you didn't use the perks at all for Survivors. It'll be kind of hard to incorporate it into the RP as not everyone will have a sound knowledge of them and it might be a pain to deal with anyway. It's mentioned in the rules that only Killers will use them. Otherwise, all good.

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(Friendly little bump - how many are we waiting for before starting?)

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(Yeah, I'm more or less through with waiting. Lets start.)

Bill stared into the fire with his sharp, blue eyes, mesmerised by the intricate patterns it danced in. Just beyond the ring of light, the forest pused in from all sides, as if trying to swallow him up. The moon was hidden by it, the branches closing in above him, blocking the night sky from view. Darks shapes seemed to move in the forest, but Bill had trained himself to ignore them. He had pushed his hands right up to the flames, trying to absorb some heat. The fire emitted a strange sensation; more a memory of warmth than the actual thing. He had rolled up his sleeves, revealing numerous scars.
None of this was new to him. However, there was one new thing. Three figures lay on the ground, just within the circle of light, seemingly fast asleep. He hadn't tried to wake them; they would do so in their own time. However, his heart reached out for the poor souls, pitying them. How they would wish they'd never woken up.

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Jessica resisted the urge to groan as she began to wake up. The ground was hard, and not at all padded. She wondered briefly what she had been thinking, sleeping on ground like this. She vaguely remembered packing up some essentials and sneaking out - and then going into the forest. She knew that wasn't the end. She'd snuck out fueed up by caffeine, so it only made sense that she'd switch to a more nocturnal schedule. She clearly didn't remember the sun rising, or even the moon setting or even going more than a few miles in the forest.
Panic began to creep in. Either her memory was faulty, or something had taken her out and dragged her here. Trying her best to stabilize her breathing, she cranked one eye open the tiniest bit. The light was blinding - she forced her eyes to remain the way they were, knowing movement was more easily noticed. The first thing Jessica noticed was the campfire - how hard, really, not to notice it - it was like a little bit of hope in the darkness, pushing back the despair and inevitable.
It was also very, very, bright.
Beyond the campfire a man crouched, warming his hands up. He looked very old, with his white beard and hair, and looked almost like a sailor, thanks to his black cap and leather jacket. In the warm lighting provided by the campfire, he looked slightly menancing, but if (and that was a large if) this was a hostage situation... Well, she could easily picture the man looking very friendly.

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Bill looked up at the sky again, trying to make it out between the branches. There was nothing to see. Just darkness. He looked over his shoulder to make sure that nothing was lurking in the shadows behind him.
Suddenly , the fire got slightly dimmer, so that the three prone figures were just beyond it's light. He didn't worry. I wold brighten up again in a moment or two, but he knew that it meant that the next trial was growing near. He hoped that it would happen soon, so as to spare the new ones for at least a while. But somehow he doubted that. The Entity was cruel. It'd wait, he was sure of it.

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(Finished all my forms! I will start posting my prologue after school... Bye!)

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(Great, all accepted. We'll do it like Claudette and Dwight have just escaped from a trial when you bring them in. Unless you have some other way to introduce them, in which case, you can use that instead.)

Bill sighed. He had escaped his previous trial just after another had started. He would be forced to sit there until the last one was either completed or the Entity forcefully pulled him into one, something it only did rarely. He glanced over at the three prone figures again. The fire was still burning low, putting them in the shadows. He wasn't able to makes out any details. Nobody remembered much from before they had been pulled into this world. While some memories would eventually return, most would be lost forever. At least, that was what had happened for him. He wondered wondered what they would remember as soon as they woke up.
It was never going to be an easy experience, realising that you had just lost everything. Hard to imagine that it could get any worse. But it would. They could count on that. It would always get worse. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and put it into his mouth without lighting it. He never lit them. He got the feeling that the Entity would find a way to use it against him. Why else would there be a full pack in his pocket after each trial? However, he had a habit of chewing the end. He supposed he missed eating. That was one thing he remembered. He wasn't hungry, nobody ever got hungry in this world. Once again, it was more like a memory of hunger, one that he would never be able to repress completely.
"How irritating." he thought to himself.
Then, he repeated the words out loud, just to hear his own voice.

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(Actually... I have a few more min. Before I leave... I'm going to post now but I won't be able to respond for a few hours in a bit)

Claudette had opened the gates... the other survivors and her could leave... Dwight ran up to her, bleeding, so she used her skill in healing to fix him up... The last survivor was struck down at the moment and they were on their last hook...

"No way... I will not sacrifice myself for this other survivor... They'll come back... The Entity couldn't survive without victims... We are said victims..." Dwight mused.

"Fine... Jake will be on your conscious till we see her again... Bye Jake...!" Claudette screamed as they ran through the door...

They came back to the campfire, the damned campfire, which always leads to their survival or their death...

When they arrived there was another veteran survivor... Dwight and Claudette called him Bill...

"Hi Bill..." Claudette greeted.

"Yeah...um...hi..." Dwight replied...

Maximus had finished his kills... 1 of them dead... 2 escaped... 1 remaining... There was no way he would leave him alive... Jake WOULD die... and Max would feast on him... Jake was running through Macmillan Estate, dropping pallets and vaulting constantly... He even tried to T-bag at Max... Max began hiding in the shrubs... his fur was black and hard to spot... He saw a rustle... Max lunged at said rustle and of course.. it was Jake... Max's No One Escapes Death had already proxied and it was a 1 hit... He took Jake to the hook... and hung him up on it... "Haha! Your dead, Jake... In a day or two your meat will be ready"

... But just like always... When Max didn't have a Ebony Mori... the Entity would take the victim's soul...

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The man's voice was gravelly and yet warm, reminding Jessica of... Something. The memories seemed to be just out of her reach, like a toy being dangled in front of her but jerked away every time she got to close. His voice was... It reminded her of something large, and warm, and safe.
"What's irritating?" Jessica asked, opening her eyes, raising her head slightly to look at the man over the campfire's now dim glow. "And who are you?" She asked. Then, she noticed the two other people near her - one brought to her the same feeling of familiarity the man's voice had. "Who are they? Where are we?"

Then, two other people appeared. Or approached. She couldn't tell. Which brought her to her next question - "So you are Bill. Okay. Who are the other two, why is it so dark, and why can't I remember much?"

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J.J had woken up after the thugs had knocked him unconscious... He waddled arpund, delirious, until finding a campfire with other people...

"Who are all you?" J.J said...

Claudette and Dwight laughed... "Newbies, huh? Well... I'm Claudette, This is Dwight, and That's Bill! We are all victim's of the entity... A malevolent being who steals the hope from our souls until we are damned and become the very pigs that hunt us..."

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Jessica titled her head, eyebrows furrowing. "The... Entity? Seriously? That sounds a bit... Weird. I mean for something you described so strongly it's seems kinda like a deity of sorts. Doesn't it have an actual, proper name?" Then, her mind latched onto the second part of the answer. "What do you mean, the pigs that hunt us? What's hunting us?" She glanced around at the darkness. "Are they out there now? Can't they wee the campfire?"

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"No.. we imagine The Entity as a Cthulu type being... An evil being... It finds the crazies, murderers, experiments, demons, anything and gives them the task of hunting us in the trials... We will begin the trials in the MacMillan Estate, Coldwind Farm, and a few other locations... The murderers will chase us down... We are tasked with escape... Nothing more... nothing less... The killers can't see us till we are in the trials so the campfire is a safehaven... what am I saying... the campfire is our hope... hope that we survive... If we lose it... we become the crazies..." Claudette replied...

Dwight nodded...

"So... we have to survive a bunch of murderers enlisted by a demon of sorts...?" J.J asked.

"Something like that... What are your names...?" Claudette replied...

"I'm J.J..." J.J responded...

(I'm leaving rn... I will be back after school so you won't get any responses for a while...)

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(We don't need to count number of hits or anything. You get hit, you get injured. It's proportional to where and how hard you get hit. I want this to be based on the game, not stick rigidly by it's rules.)

Bill was frankly disgusted that Claudette and Dwight had laughed at their plight. "Awake, eh?" he asked, standing up. "As for your questions... hell if I know. We figure they're people who were sent here before us and... I dunno... decided it was better to become one of those things. Better to murder forever than to run forever. As for 'can they see us'... look into the shadows, and you might be unfortunate enough to glimpse one. But they can't see us. We don't think so. If they can, they don't approach the light. The Entity is what we call the thing that controls them... the thing that takes you off the Hooks. As for why you can't remember anything..." he trailed off and shook his head with a sigh. He didn't ask for their names. Those were their's to offer, though his had already been revealed.

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"Great. The most important question, and you didn't actually answer it." Jessica sighed. She decided that these people were trustworthy. She glanced at the still-sleeping form next to her. A memory occurred to her.

"Jessica. Come in." The woman said, voice muffled by the door. Jessica did as she was told. Jessica had been in the office numerous times. She couldn't remember how it really looked like then, but she remembered it was empty. "How are you doing today?"
"Cut to the chase, Miss Flynn. Its my free period." Jessica grumbled, aware that she wouldn't be talking to a teacher like that.
"Alright. I was thinking if you'd like to join the Young Writers Competition."
"Does it look like I took a form?" Jessica replied.
"Well, I suppose not. But-"
Jessica rolled her eyes. "No." She deadpanned, before striding out of the office, slamming the door behind her.

"Oh great. I'm not on Earth and I have possibly the most useless sidekick ever." Jessica groaned.

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J.J sad down on the log near the campfire, soaking up all the info...

Dwight began biding his time... waiting for the next trial...

Claudette sat down as well, she was very acquainted with the trails, etc.

Max was waiting for the next group of survivors as he heard whispers from the entity... Many strange noises and sounds but sometimes a word like kill, hope, survivors are near, and others were able to be distinguished.

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Bill was interested by what Jessica had said. She had said that the woman was her sidekick. BI'll, however, say everyone as an equal, no matter how useless they were. It told him a bit about the girl. "Yes? Why is that?" He asked her with a half smile. He noted where everyone had sat down around the fire, which had become slightly dimmer once again. "And you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'd be interested in hearing what you can remember."

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