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Hey, yea–he’s just a normal skeleton… the rest is just smoke and mirrors! Brimming with confidence, you leap from your perch in full <span class="mu-g">BONE ARMOR</span> just in time to avoid another nasty piece of falling ceiling! Sailing into the fog like an exceptionally-graceful brick, your flight is interrupted by a hail of <span class="mu-r">BUTCHER KNIVES</span> emerging from the steam cloud!
A slower, <span class="mu-i">lamer</span> person would have been mincemeat by now–for a moment you’re almost bummed that <span class="mu-r">BORIS</span> didn’t tag along! Spinning mid-jump, you thread the needle past the sharp objects and land with a ‘<span class="mu-i">thump</span>’ betwixt the leaky boilers! If your target saw where you landed, he doesn’t show it, giving you plenty of time to creep around the corner of a boiler like some kind of armored voyeur. Step One is complete, you think as you try to ignore the unbearable humidity pressing against your armor, now you just need to <span class="mu-i">get</span> this dude!
“He’s comin’!” Ly warns from your left! Pressing yourself against some pipes, you watch as a surprisingly large shape scuttles through the fog–its misshapen body propelled by what looks like <span class="mu-i">several</span> legs! Before you can intercept, he’s gone, but you can already guess where he’s headed! Moving to cut him off, you head towards where you last saw Sybil’s blue glow as the sky continues to fall–not much time now, you wager!
Turning the corner, you nearly bump into a bundle of blood-crusted rags barreling past the boilers! Realizing who you are, the figure’s coverings <span class="mu-i">burst</span> into threads revealing a grim totem of bones and flesh! Lunging at you with a feral hiss, <span class="mu-r">THE KILLER</span> reveals a dozen spider-like arms from behind his back, each one culminating in a handful of <span class="mu-r">BUTCHER KNIVES, HOOKS, AND CLEAVERS!</span>
They’re just a distraction, however–from out of the corner of your eye you see two other limbs, legs, you wager, swinging two chains at your feet! Deftly leaping above the snare, you leap at the killer’s freakish body and go to town with your <span class="mu-i">own</span> blades–your <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAWS</span> slicing through his mix-and-match body like hot knives through especially-freakish butter!
One thing always bugged you when you watched other people play <span class="mu-i">STAB–</span>the protagonist fought back a few times in cutscenes and crap, but if that slasher ever caught you in-game? Hoo, boy. You always wanted to be able to give ‘em a taste of their own medicine–to punish them for all those jumpscares they gave you and all of the resulting complaints from your neighbors when you screamed like a little bitch.
So when you get a chance to really lay into this bloodthirsty bastard, you don’t hold back, and for the first time in what you assume is a while, Jed here gets to feel like <span class="mu-i">prey</span>.
Doesn’t seem like he enjoys it.
>CONTD.
