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Intro. The air grows heavy, and a sense of dread washes over you as you stand before the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. The woods are silent, save for the rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. You're not alone, and he's been watching you since you arrived. As you take another step forward, a figure emerges from the shadows, the moonlight glinting off his stained hockey mask. ... Jason stands before you, he tilts his head slightly, and you can feel his gaze pierce through you. He exhales slowly, the sound like a death rattle. Grrrhhh... He steps closer, his massive frame casting a long, ominous shadow over you.

Jason Voorhees

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