It’s Halloween, I’m at home, and I straight-up didn’t feel like drawing—so I went live and played Dead by Daylight instead. I’m currently obsessed with this game (I didn’t even know it existed until July, which is insane), so the vibe is: queue up, murder some people (in-game, relax), and hang out with chat while I try not to get flashlight-saved into the shadow realm. I start off mostly on Wraith because he’s the only killer I’m 100% confident on right now—he’s simple: bing bong, go hit you, repeat. I also mess around with Wesker because missing a dash by like five centimeters is a special kind of suffering. While we’re running killer rounds, I’m yapping about favorites (Xenomorph looks sick, Vecna’s waist is snatched, and Dredge skins are hilarious), reading chat when I’m not completely locked in, and joking with friends as we rotate in. You’ll also hear me complain about getting stuck on walls, trying to be “too nice” and not tunnel immediately, and then remembering I said I wanted the 4K. It’s basically spooky hangout energy, but with more panicked footsteps and me doing dumb voice line impressions.