Thought you were too good for me, my dear
Never gave you time of day, my dear
It's okay, things happen for
Reasons that I think are sure


Hey look buddy.
I'm a survivor main, that means I solve problems. not problems like "BBQ and Chili", because that would fall under the issue of you not being good enough at the game to be happy the Killer even wants to play with your sorry DS-BT-DH-SC ass.
I solve practical problems.
*searching through chest*
For instance, how am I gonna stop some big mean Michael Myers from cuttin' me into a piece of anti-suicide informational material?
The answer: Use a flashlight.
*flashlight breaks*
...And if that don't work, use a better one.
*bloodweb sounds*
Like this heavy-duty battery odd-bulb-fitted sport flashlight unlocked by me, with add-ons made by me, and you best hope that the game's devs make unusable again.