#FRIDAY THE 13TH PC GAME SPECS MOVIE#
It'd be a boring movie if Jason killed everyone the same way instead of, say, occasionally ripping their arms off with help from a tree. Sometimes I let someone live for the moment because I suspect there’s more important prey to be had. There isn’t much joy in ending someone else’s round as early as possible (when it happens I'm usually apologizing as I drive an axe through their face) and on top of that, the pressure is always on-if I’m busy breaking down a cabin door, in the back of my mind I know another survivor is across the map trying to repair the boat. He skittered off, and when I came to I teleported away (Jason has a few supernatural abilities which can be used more frequently as the match progresses) to find someone else. I missed, and he returned a swing and stunned me.
Rather than going in for a grab, I took a swing at him. I once cornered a player early in a match, and as he protested-”It’s so early in the game!”-we came to an unspoken understanding: knife duel. The most important part of being Jason, to me, is to make what ostensibly should be unfun for the counselors (getting murdered) more fun. Jason is chosen randomly from the group, though if you prefer playing murderer, you can set a preference to be picked more often. Playing as Jason means you won't have to spend half the round spectating, but it’s not necessarily more fun. So I play it for the good rounds and the good moments, such as when a survivor jogged up to me and said, “Find the machete! Let’s kill Jason!” We didn’t kill Jason-it is possible, just very hard-but the sudden camaraderie as four of us ran from his hulking figure together in search of the last puzzle piece turned objectiveless wandering into a proper horror movie. Jason vs Everyone is so much better than Jason vs One, alone, doomed. But that isn’t a fun scene to repeat in every match. In that case, at least from my perspective, it was a pretty great horror movie reenactment. As Jason, I once had to stomp through a cabin smashing every armoire to finally murder the final survivor, who I could hear whimpering with each axe swing in adjacent rooms.
When no one’s talking, and no one’s working together, rounds can be painful-just hide and wait for the inevitable. And the height of the game is taking part in a daring group effort to beat Jason down and drive away. Somewhere in the middle is the relief and guilt of fleeing Jason while he disembowels someone else. The loneliness of hitting Tab to see that you were left out of an escape plan-two got away on the boat already-is the low end. The campers have a loose alliance, then, which can be fun or disheartening depending on how you end up fitting into the group. On the other, being in a group means more people around to whack Jason and stun him, and the less friendly truth that there might be time to escape while he impales a former cohort.
On one hand, whoever’s playing Jason is likely going to stalk vehicles extra closely, putting escape groups in added danger. Maybe two go for the boat, three for the car, and the rest creep around looking for the phone box-the only way to escape on foot is to fix the box, call 911, wait for the police to show up, and run toward the flashing lights. With seven counselors at the start of a match, players tend to split off into groups based on which items they come across first. Getting the car running usually takes teamwork, as one player can’t carry a battery and a tank of gas at the same time, and it’s unlikely that they’d find both on their own anyway, along with the car keys. There might be time to escape while he impales a former cohort. “Ooooh, shit!” he squealed as my fellow survivor sang, “Laaater, bitch.” I bolted in just before he made his kill and whacked him on the back with a wrench, stunning him long enough for us to escape.
I once overheard Jason taunting a counselor who he’d backed into a cabin. Friday the 13th’s local voice chat is vital to its fun. When I play as Jason, meanwhile, my goal is not just to catch all the campers, but to appear at the worst possible moment, to startle a group and snatch away their hope of escape, to chase them into cabins and taunt them through axe wounds in the doors. Even in death, I’m still part of the show-I wish there were a corpsing button that let me break scene to laugh at my costar for losing his arms. And then the fleeing survivor stumbles across my decapitated body, automatically shrieks (there's a fear system), and Jason materializes behind him. And after death, the solidarity I feel for the other campers keeps me flipping through the spectator cameras, cheering for them as they repair a car, only for Jason to smash the hood and rip one of them out of their seat while the other bolts into the woods. I get mad at Rocket League, and mad at Overwatch, but I don’t mind having my head stomped on in Friday the 13th all that much-it's just my role in the play.
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