Intro to Slasher Camp

You will not want to miss reading the introduction to our upcoming movie for the Directors Cut Survival Horror Roleplaying System. Slasher Camp is coming and coming soon. Don’t forget to check back over the next couple of weeks for more information! We know and realize that you have been patient for this long and will just have to take our masochistic ways, at least for a little while longer. Also, do not forget that we will be releasing Cannibal Mines. We are also in the middle (yes, the middle) of coming up with even more movies for you and your groups to make your way through. So while you wait, feast your eyes on this small but juicy morsel of what is to come in Slasher Camp!

She continued to push herself, to keep running through the dark. She had no idea how far she had been gotten, or where she was. Scraping branches reached out and snagged at her bare breasts and tore her cotton panties; blood dripped from her new wounds. Several strands of her wavy brown hair caught in the branches over her head. She needed to make it back to the main cabin. She was covered from head to toe in blood, but not her own. He had been on top of her just moments ago; his tongue plunged deep in her mouth. That was the moment she tasted his blood. His muscular body had gone limp just as he was stabbed in the back with a large sharp stick. The end had cut into her belly as well, but she was able to push him up off of her and start running back to the camp. Their momentary evening tryst had ended in absolute horror. She knew she would never get the sound of his gurgles and the taste of his blood out of her memory. She fought a wave of nausea as she remembered that she continued to kiss him, before she realized something was wrong. Only the sudden piercing pain in her stomach made her stop.

Up ahead she finally saw the cabin she was looking for. She ran, ignoring the tearing of her bare feet as they came into contact with the rough ground. She grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open. Once she jumped inside, she slammed the door shut. Leaning against the door she closed her eyes to the darkness of the room and tried to ease her breathing.

Where were the other counselors? Didn’t they hear her screams? She wondered as she slid down to the floor.

The light in the cabin flickered to life as her almost bare bottom hit the wooden floor. She fought the sight as best as she could, but the image of her friends and co-workers hanging from the ceiling was too much to bear. She stood again to run back outside. She reached for the doorknob and opened the door. There, wearing a black poncho, he stood.

A large machete chopped down.