Flashlight clicks could be heard from the cornfield followed by a voice. “Wait! Don’t give up! I’m sure you’ll get me you baby Trapper.” Corn ruffled around as Nea chased the killer around the arena. The view from the hill was definitely the best. It made sense why The Trapper would sit up here searching for survivors. Oh how the tables had turned.
The ominous drone of the Entity continued as I was lifted out of the arena. The pain from the talon piercing my body had subsided as everything faded into darkness. There was nothing left except the void. I am never sure how much time passes in this space. It’s different from the arena where you are aware of every excruciating minute. You know when you’ll have a burst of energy to sprint from a killer. You’ll know when a generator’s repairs will be complete. It’s just an innate sense of time that follows every survivor. Yet, when you exit the arena into the void everything is lost.
Normally someone who exists to terrify you would look scary. Mangled face, psychotic composure, scissors for hands, something! I guess this villain missed the memo. He (I think he) decided their persona should be personified by a cone on their head. More specifically, a traffic cone, painted brown, and flattened on four sides to look like a pyramid. Worst costume ever. Even their weapon is dumb, portraying more of a drastically over sized butter-knife look than a giant butcher-knife. We call him Pyramid Head, because that is what he looks like.
