Teammates disappear like my hopes on a Monday morning, and they are as helpful as an open window on a submarine.
The killers are just my inner demons, overworked and underappreciated.

I give it a perfect score of 5/7, because nothing says existential crisis like getting your cheeks clapped from all angles, both in-game and in this grand performance we call life.

All in all, buy the game and may your cheeks forever echo the symphony of Dead By Daylight's absurdity.

Teammates disappear like my hopes on a Monday morning, and they are as helpful as an open window on a submarine. The killers are just my inner demons, overworked and underappreciated. I give it a perfect score of 5/7, because nothing says existential crisis like getting your cheeks clapped from all angles, both in-game and in this grand performance we call life. All in all, buy the game and may your cheeks forever echo the symphony of Dead By Daylight's absurdity.