[ PROLOGUE: THE GAME IS AFOOT! ]
[ "You piss of shit!" ] Joshua Brown cursed at his computer, to be precise at his teammates all of which are playing shitty— thus the rage.
[ "Fuck!" ] Intense rage. To the point that he grabbed both sides of his already beaten up, worn down, second-hand computer's screen and shook it rather intensely. [ "Megheads! Whole lot of fuckin' megheads these days! Argh!" ]
In annoyance he closed the game he was playing, not at all bothered by the fact that he'll lose some MMR. He'll probably get reported, or most definitely suspended for a period of time. He didn't care, as he slammed his fist onto his keyboard and quit.
The wallpaper on his desktop— a picture of him in his graduation alongside his classmates, friends, and even teachers smiling at him amidst the lack of lights in his room. Also the dozens or-so of games he played and yet to play, they too greeted him.
[ "Fuck it, I'm permanently done with DBD!" ]
Dead by Daylight or DBD for short is a game, free to play actually. And for months, no, years, Joshua had been playing it whenever he could. Whenever he wants to calm down his mind and entertain himself; and whenever he plays a single match, almost always the opposite happens.
Joshua when losing, always gets mad, annoyed, and infuriated with his teammates. To the point that even when he plays great, or when the Killer is dogshit— he almost always dies due to his teammates who are worse than dogshit.
In short, his memories relating to DBD had always been toxic. For years, even when he was nothing but a high school student, and when he became a college student, and finally now when he is at rock bottom i.e. jobless. At the moment, on a search for an IT related field of work. Weirdly to no success.
Joshua had never had any girlfriends, always busy either studying or playing games. But he could guess that the closest thing he could have to that, is the Dead by Daylight— which should be classified not as a loving, caring, give-and-take relationship. But instead, toxic. [ "I'm done!" ]
And like a toxic relationship, even though they kept hurting one another either physically, mentally, spiritually, or anything of that sort. One still clings, [ "I can't." ] that someone in this situation is Joshua, an addict to games, as he couldn't make himself delete the said abusive game. Even though it'll only take a single click from his dented mouse.
Sighing to himself, he then remembers the countless other times when he tried to delete the said DBD game. Then the times when he was actually successful in deleting the game, which is a false memory, because he hadn't gotten the courage, strength, and/or power to do such endeavor.
[ "I can't believe this." ] His anger still hadn't subsided, but compared to earlier, it's pretty tame. And to cool down his anger, he then went to YouTube and searched for interesting things, fun facts, and ways to improve in DBD— because god knows he wants to rank up.
He searched things relating to Survivors, because, well, whenever he plays Killer; for some unknown reason, or whatever the hell it may be. Perhaps lady luck messing with them, the Survivor side always wins— like possessed or controlled by pros or something, they always win, easily.
And in doing so taunting him along the way, he swears, someone out there must be playing tricks on him. Perhaps an Entity, perhaps God, perhaps someone who is so powerful that he can mess with the lowly Joshua with a measly flick of his wrist.
He doesn't know exactly, but coincidences happening once aren't suspicious— but coincidence that happens every game, that... that is something else entirely. Borderline supernatural even, which is exactly what has been happening to him. On him losing every 8 out of 10 games that he plays.
So fed up with his unluckiness, especially after losing for 9 games straight once as the Legion. Joshua, he made a bloody vow to never play as a Killer again; except for times when he gets bored and wants to change things up, of course he knows that he'll lose; and he did, countless times actually. But still, change of perspective; rather than losing as a Survivor, lose as a Killer instead.
[ TOP 100 TRICKS TO DO WHEN PLAYING SURVIVOR IN DEAD BY DAYLIGHT! ] [ NIGHRACER105 ]
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He didn't notice it, but time passed by quickly from 11:23PM initially to 2:43AM the other day. And all he did was simply watch videos on how to not suck at videogames, that and play Solitaire on the corner of the screen— and funnily enough, that too he's losing in. [ "I suck ass." ] Agreed.
[ "And tired apparently." ] For a moment his reflection reflected on him when his faulty computer's screen shut down, no need to be alarmed, it happens. The computer was merely stolen by him after all, from a friend; former friend.
That guy said something about Joshua's mother, then blah blah, next thing he knows, he was already on his way stealing the man's computer. He doesn't regret it. [ "Great." ] And since then, the computer has been a great help on his day-to-day.
The said faulty computer then opened up, after some time, continuing to play a YouTube video of some guy teaching about proper trash talking etiquette before and after a match in DBD. Which made Joshua groan, [ "What am I even watching?" ] To be frank, he doesn't even know.
Yawning to himself, the tired-looking Joshua Brown was ready to hit the haystack. As he then started closing down the unnecessary applications of his computer one-by-one, he started with Solitaire— which he didn't save the progress of.
To be completely honest, it was already a loss cost, so he didn't regret it one bit. Then he closed the Sodoku application, which he lost countless of times hours back. Then the Chess, which he is actually winning at, too bad it's only on Easy mode against an AI from the 2000s.
Apparently he sucks at Chess too, which is completely weird and impossible. Chess relies more on theory and knowledge of the game, predicting and shit. So how in the hell is he losing, even when his game is solid. Even he doesn't understand the science of it, in short, the math isn't mathing.
Then he closed the Google tab about obscure DBD lore, nothing important really, merely about the Killer called Springtrap. Great design, even great lore. From what he knows, the Killer came from a famous fandom called FNAF.
That of which he knows very little, he stopped caring after the fourth game. And after the theorist Matthew Pattrick— MatPat, became borderline crazy with the story. It was fun seeing the guy act and appear crazy to be honest.
Then after closing that, he was ready to close the last man standing, the lone application, the long awaited YouTube--- [ "Hmm?" ]
[ "The fuck is you, sir?" ] Utterly flabbergasted, the drowsiness which Joshua was feeling subsided for a moment, and his vision cleared to look at his computer screen. Which is showing a survey.
[ SIMPLE ORDINARY SURVEY ]
[ QUESTION I: WHICH GAME DO YOU PLAY MOST? ]
[ A) TERRARIA ]
[ B) FORTNITE ]
[ C) DEAD BY DAYLIGHT ]
[ D) TELLTALE: THE WALKING DEAD ]
[ E) NONE OF THE ABOVE ]
But that survey doesn't sound right, who in their right minds call a survey, "Simple Ordinary Survey"? If such survey was simple, then that wouldn't be needed at all. But he guess, perhaps the one who made the survey wasn't getting payed well.
So about to ignore the said survey, he was ready to close YouTube for the time being. Weirdly though, the mouse button on the x doesn't seem to work, which made him confused. [ "Ehm." ] He kept clicking, making noise whenever his index collides with his mouse; yeah, no, it isn't working.
[ "..." ] As an IT graduate, Joshua knows exactly what to do in this type of situation. And that would be to pull the plug of his computer off the socket, in which he quickly did. [ "That was easy." ] Which worked, funnily enough, his computer's screen is now showing nothing except his tired reflection.
For a moment he grinned at his reflection, before then jumping at his bed. Which is disheveled, cleaned only a month ago and no more than that. But still, to him the bed felt heavenly even though some would say it would feel rough thanks to it's looks. Even still if it's rough, to a tired person it would still feel heavenly— like per say his case.
He snuggled on his bed, his face inching closer to his pillow which is nearly on death's door. Then he searched for his phone, which was charging nearby, and when he felt it, then only did he feel satisfied enough to close his eyes and go to dreamland.
Yeah, no.
Joshua's computer turned back on it's own, the light of it noticable enough to him even though he already closed his eyes. Partially because aside from his phone, or the computer, there is no other light source in his room. And also because it's night, any form of light is most noticeable.
[ "What the... fuck?" ] He groaned, midly from fear, mostly from annoyance. And some part curiosity, as he then scrunched his face— eyelids to be precise, to more accurately look at the anomaly. And yes, he was right, it was his computer, still with that godforsaken random survey on. [ "..." ]
[ "Why the fuck is my computer hunted?! Fuck you Jacob!" ] Fun fact, Jacob is the classmate which he stole the computer from. And also a person that he loathes, primarily because the guy's an idiot.
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[ FUN FACT: In the initial release of the Dead by Daylight game in 2006 June, 14. The Survivors which mainly comprises of Dwight Fairfield, Meg Thomas, Claudette Morel, and Jake Park— the Original Survivor Quartet, can be used by Players freely. But on the Killers side, only one was available— The Trapper. Apparently The Wraith had problems relating to audio, and The Hillbilly had problems relating to both audio and animation. ]
[ 10/31/2025 ]
[ 11/01/2025 ]