Dead by daylight

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the dead by daylight meme

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some parts of this meme may be considered violent or cruel.





CAMPFIRE

WAKE UP - You open your eyes to a world that isn't yours. Trees and grass stretch out past the clearing you've found yourself in; the only distinguishing feature is the campfire in the center, and the other people waking up alongside you. Welcome to Hell.

MEND - Some of you are new, unfamiliar. Others have been through this enough to make it routine. Either way, there are bloodied and battered survivors of the trials here with you - and a few beaten medkits with antiseptics and sutures. Get to work, doc.

REPAIR - The people that escape the trials are usually worse for the wear - and that's to say nothing of the things they bring with them. Scour the campgrounds for something to take with you. Who knows what you'll find?

CLEANSE - The time has come. The survivors have been chosen, and the killer watches from the shadows. One final moment remains - an offering to the fire, to burn in the hopes of something happening. What will you choose?

THE KILLER'S REALM

HIDE - Only the Entity knows how you've found your way here, to another killer's realm. In their own home, your best chance at survival is hiding and waiting it out. But remember: you can't hide forever.

KICK - The trials come and go, and the Entity's influence with them. But sometimes a little extra gets left after the trial. If this is your home, it falls on you to fix it. And if not, you should probably offer - especially with the hooks still out.

DISARM - Like it or not, this is where killers hold their greatest power. Regardless of who you are or were, you're at their mercy now. But maybe if you're on your best behavior, it doesn't have to end today...

SABOTAGE - Finding your way into a killer's realm outside a trial isn't something that happens every day. Maybe you should make a few changes for the next group that comes through here - as long as you aren't spotted.

THE TRIAL

CHASE - The trial has begun, a game of cat and mouse outside of time and space. Killers, your job is to stop the survivors before they can repair the generators and power the exit. Survivors, your job is to not die. Any questions?

HOOK - The Entity needs suffering, and you're its next meal. You've been strung up like the sack of meat you are, waiting for a death that inches closer. If you're lucky, perhaps someone will get you down before you bleed out - or before something worse happens.

KILL - The trials follow a certain pattern, a ritual script. But sometimes, a killer has other plans. And if they do, the only option left for survivors is to pray.

ESCAPE - The gates are open. And even if the killer blocks the path, there are always other ways. Just remember: whatever you do, don't stop running.

Comments

Kate Denson | Dead By Daylight | OTA

[hopesong]

[canonically a survivor. She'll be happy to help out other survivors and take the heat, or find the nearest pallet to slam down on your silly little head if you're a killer.

Or just shittalk you from the hook if you caught her. What are you gonna do, kill her? better make it count. better do it in one shot, coward.]

Philip Ojomo "The Wraith" | Dead By Daylight | OTA

[wailingbell]

[Come fail to make friends with one of the longest running killers in the realm. Sensitive to light, nonverbal, but is subject to Whimsy^TM on occasion, if he's in the mood for it. Good to meet new Killers, or somehow manage to end up too close to the Survivor camp.]

[decrypter]

[a match means she has to run, has to move - the scents and sounds of the junkyard enter her senses, and the creeping dread trickles down her spine. have to work on a generator, bring it back to life, though every second feels like he's getting closer.

it's the bells that do it - the echo in the metal that feels like it gets into her bones every time. he's here, but he's not. it's a phantom, when the cries come from elsewhere, when she tracks the sound and burns her fingertips on electricity.

but that feeling of terror is only increasing.]

We have to go.

[her companion can stay or leave, but she knows with every nerve - she has to go, now, or suffer the consequences.]

[wailingbell]

[It had taken very little time at all for the other survivors to realize that Helena was just as capable as any of the rest of them were, bringing with her a breadth of experience that not all of them had at their disposal. Sure, some had made unkind comments regarding her still needing her cane, but it had been silenced with a few quiet words and the threat of a blow to the head if they kept up.

In the trial, in spite of a mishap that caused the generator to backfire, it had only belched some acrid smoke but not necessarily exploded as one of the older men caught the mistake before it could do more damage than that. Helena was working with very capable people here, even if they weren't necessarily friendly.

When she announces that they need to move, the man that had been helping her on this machine agreed and murmured that he would be heading around the nearby wall of crushed cars, only to stumble and yelp at the very nearby sound of their killer burning into view, and then swinging a rattling weapon and inflicting a ragged wound that would leave the man bleeding for some time.

But another blow stops short of coming down on the much smaller figure. Rather, she'll find herself being closely tailed, ragged breathing following her almost close enough for the monster to trip over her.]

[decrypter]

[their friendliness isn't needed to be able to call them teammates, those she sought to keep alive. and knowing one ran the wrong way pains her, makes her ache in her heart, never quite losing the sympathy in her heart over it. closer, and closer, and she braces herself for pain that...

...isn't coming. surely she's in reach. surely, as she scrambles over a window, the weapon will come down - it will hurt, and she's ready. so why isn't it coming? why does she keep running, hearing that breathing, feeling that presence, but no swing downwards? she can't be avoiding him that well, she knows her own skills - all she knows is that she has to keep going, pull him away from everyone else. make it difficult.

it's his move, what he decides to do, as she runs up and into the machinery.]

[wailingbell]

[It's strange. He's never found anyone here that he recognizes. He's never met someone that isn't a complete stranger in the Realm. Where does he know her from? Where...

Clean ocean air. The feeling of being displaced, like being put on that island. The sting of antiseptic and the burning of false sunlight. The voice of a man that knows his pain and mourns for it.

She continues to move, and he falls away, just staring after her, before shaking it and returning to his hunt.

The next one to fall is the German man in his anomalously tidy suit and almost gentle shout. Taken by surprise, he startles badly and takes the sharp edge of Azarov's axe to the face, momentarily taken out by it before he's been hefted onto a broad shoulder and then unceremoniously slung onto one of the dozen sacrificial hooks posted throughout the map to blend with the scenery. His blood would draw the great old god, in time. For now, the Wraith continues his hunt.]

[decrypter]

[the fear blots it out, but away from him, when her heart is calming, she feels a strange familiarity. why does she know that presence? why did he refuse to harm her? she can't understand it, except -

the endless ocean. the faint hum of machinery at night. the sun on her skin. and something like peace.

it's fragments of memory, falling back to her. she doesn't know where they're from, but free from pursuit, she moves to continue her own tasks. this generator has fallen to silence, but she can get it working again with a bit of time.]

[wailingbell]

[In this place, memories fade or fracture or don't exist at all. They retain parts of who they are but nothing concrete. Nothing that could connect them together. Two people from the same world would barely know it, unless it were a Killer and their respective prey. The Legion and their specific desire to torment the old metalhead in his band tee and leather jacket. The mutated alchemist and the architect.

Did nobody come with her? The only new creature to come into the camp came in that ship that crash-landed elsewhere in the realm, dripping and hissing and making its home in tunnels that it carves under the amorphous landscape. She doesn't seem to match it in energy. She must be alone.

A ragged, echoing roar follows a terrified scream. Footsteps approach Helena, then recede, chased closely by the smell of blood and ash mud and the rattling of a disembodied spine fashioned into a weapon.]

[decrypter]

[again. is it to make her question, as her teammates are swallowed by the rifts, as they fall to blows? is it to prepare to kill her, even more brutally later? she doesn't know how much more of this she can take. she keeps moving, and his reluctance to strike at her means that she'll be the last one standing. bloodied hands and arms from trying to save those consumed, the burn of exhaustion in her arms and legs.

she'd have to repair two generators on her own, to escape. somehow doing so while being chased or led to whatever looming fate this is, it feels impossible.

it's why when she hears that rattling again, his signal to her, she just stops, turning in the direction of the sound.]

What do you want from me?!

[what kind of sick satisfaction comes from leaving the weakest for last?]

[wailingbell]

[With the whims of the killers comes confusion, discord among the survivors that encounter such anomalous behaviors. Sometimes nobody at all ends up killed, just mangled beyond recognition but allowed to limp out alive. Sometimes, the slaughter continues until only one person stands, and the monsters stop moving. This time, it seems the latter is the name of the game.

When the sound of burning and rattling stops just short behind her, a snarl answers. No words, just mud-clotted breaths.]

[decrypter]

[no words. there never have been words, have there. and as scared as she is, a different path opens up in her mind - what if there can't be words? what if they aren't possible?

facing down all her fears, she turns in the direction of the man she cannot see, and extends her free hand slowly. carefully. she's still pale with fear, the sweat of exertion on her brow, but she's not running.]

...can you speak?

[if he can't, then that will explain so. so much.]

[wailingbell]

[The approaching footsteps freeze in place, the breathing stops, and only the gentle rattle of the bell that hangs from his hand is audible in that moment. That bell, the iron bell, the one that signaled to everyone in a trial exactly who they were up against from across the arena no matter where they were, with its carved bone clapper and its crust of blood and rust.

He steps forward again as she faces him down, hand tight on the axe...but it doesn't come up. He doesn't swing.

The sound of burning and the smell of gasoline and ash mud accompany him stepping back onto this plane. And there are no words, only the rattle of that clotted breathing.]

Chrissy Cunningham | Stranger Things

[bubblegumheart]

[Dragged into the fog almost immediately after Vecna promised to end her suffering, and she's honestly pretty annoyed about being lied to. Thanks for nothing, V-man. She's not particularly strong and she's not a fighter. She is, however, small and light on her feet. Cute and unassuming enough for people to underestimate her, something that she'd used to her advantage quite a bit in life, and something that will probably serve her pretty well now.]

[maskpowers]

[He rarely hooks to sacrifice. Just does it to scare them a little, make them think he’s an actual threat. He is - or, he can be. But Corey chooses not to most times. They can just unlock the gate and go - or in some cases, get the hatch and leave if they’re the last one remaining after he puts in some effort.

The mask stays on. Until he’s tired of it. In this instance; the plastic scarecrow face is pushed to the top of his head, his curly hair sweeping back along with it. Nice and out of his face. He’s gasping, skin slick with sweat and blood. Navy blue coveralls dirtied with blood and mud. He’s tired - not feeling it. Off by himself near a corner of the asylum’s grounds. How many have they repaired already? Two? He’s awful at keeping count. But he’s managed to slash at a few of them, get the blade of his knife dirty.

He leans back against the crumbling stone wall, exhaling a long sigh. Ten seconds - fifteen. Then it’s mask down again and back into the fold. If he doesn’t get results he’ll be in trouble - again. Despite wanting to stick it to the Spider Mom, he can only be rebellious and unproductive for so long.]

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[bubblegumheart]

[The last thing Chrissy can remember, before waking up with the others at the campfire, is being stalked through a nightmare version of her house. She'd mentioned it, of course, being cornered- being terrified- the last thing the monster had said to her before everything went black. Their helpful advice? Telling her that "that was then and this is now, kid".

She's still not entirely clear on what she's meant to be doing here. Or how she got here in the first place, but that seems kind of minor in comparison. And there's no time to ponder it just now, when she's busy scoping out places to hide. The others had scattered with a thumbs up and a "good luck!" and she hasn't seen any of them since.

It's too dark for her to tell what the building in the distance is, and Chrissy's not sure she even cares at this point. Hugging the stark white-and-green cheer sweater tighter around herself, she takes a deep breath and presses herself closer to the generator she's currently peering around, as though that will somehow help her to warm up a little.]

[maskpowers]

[It’s dark and it’s misty and from the sounds of it - Corey’s picked a decent spot to momentarily hide out and get his bearings. The rickety shack is close by, with steps leading to the basement. In case he needs a close enough hook. If there’s a generator inside the walls it hasn’t been touched. He can’t hear anything coming from there.

He moves away from the structure, choosing to head towards the main building instead. Where most of the noise echoes from.

But there’s the slightest crunch of leaves and packed earth - a sound that most wouldn’t pick up on - and he pauses. Flexes his grip around the handle of his knife. It’s hard to tell thanks to the miniature maze of walls both stone and wood as he keeps taking careful steps. But he slowly looks all around, taking in his surroundings and trying to hone in on the source. Still moving, never once stopping in his tracks.]

david king || dead by daylight

[hardlydead]

[ canon survivor, (though i do have a killer au. his power is, uh. he punches,) catch him being a pain in the ass to every killer he can. even when he gets got he's still talking shit. can't stop won't stop don't know how to stop. ]

terrance ward || marvel 616

[traumatizing]

[ survivor. hard headed, fighty altruist whose #1 goal in any trial is to waste the killer's time. deeply caring and makes no effort to hide that fact, esp at the campfire, even when everyone gets confused bc this 21 y/o just said he's a therapist??? but also like he's a fucking mess and isn't hiding that either. ]

reaper || overwatch

[withoutfire]

[ killer, and one of the entity's faves at that. you're basically dealing with another nurse in terms of brutal efficiency. nobody likes him. ]

Magne Hikiishi | My Hero Academia

[sistermagnetic]

[Killer, one that might get underestimated for her less monstrous appearance, at least until she takes on an aura similar to the Oni's wrath and is able to draw survivors straight to her for a crushing blow with her magnet. A dedicated chaser that can disrupt loops after enough time in them.]

tom hanniger | my bloody valentine

[pickaxe]

[ killer, obvi. ]

Min Nam Joon | Dead By Daylight OC | OTA

[infernowires]

[survivor, from The Trickster's past, here to be fucking annoying to his hyeong and possibly to Lee Yun Jin as well. He's a first rate runner designed to make openings and nullify Exposure builds.]