Good evening, campers and gaming enthusiasts! Today, we’re diving into the dark, dank depths of Camp Crystal Lake and snatching an interview with none other than the infamous antagonist of the NES game Friday the 13th. Please welcome the one and only anonymous-villain! How are you feeling today?
Ah, another day, another group of exhausted, terrified, and often confused camp counselors. I’m feeling just delightful, thank you. It’s not every day you get to watch mere mortals scramble around like headless chickens, is it?
Hah, indeed. So, why do you think so many players struggle with defeating you in the game?
a masterclass in fear and confusion
Well, bgc-villains, you’d struggle too if you had a deranged man teleporting around a summer camp. Plus, you can’t blame them entirely; the developers handed out power-ups like Halloween candy—left in seemingly random locations. Finding those, let alone figuring out what to do with them, takes a bit more than running around aimlessly. And let’s be real, those counselors move like they’re swimming in molasses.
Speaking of developers, are there any particular game mechanics or design choices you’d like to roast?
Oh, where to start? The controls, for one. I bet more counselors have fallen into my grasp thanks to those slippery, unyielding controls than through my own calculated intimidation. And who thought the alarm system was a good idea? Practically announcing my presence? I’d never survive in a modern stealth game with that kind of oversight. Oh, and let’s not forget the fabulously helpful cryptic messages. Nothing says we value player experience like vague riddles in a life-or-death situation.
What would you say is the biggest mistake players make while playing?
Ignorance is their biggest faux pas. Look, there’s a reason why you don’t go into the woods without arming yourself first—though, my, I do revel in the arrogance of those who think a simple rock will thwart my plans. They need to focus on strategic counselor switching. Getting Mark with his speed and George with his rock-throwing finesse in key spots can make all the difference. Oh, but please, keep making rookie mistakes; it makes my job oh-so-pleasurable.
You mentioned power-ups. Any secrets you care to reveal to our readers?
counselors wandering aimlessly through dark forests
Well, consider it a parting gift. Frequently check those cabins by the lake and in the forest for the knife and torch. They’re more, how shall I say, effective than those rocks and sticks most counselors resort to. But do keep an eye out for that sweater. When you’re finally thinking you’ve got me on the ropes, a nice cozy sweater might be what you need to win the day. Family heirlooms, you know?
Have you run into any players who surprised you with their skill and strategy?
Oh, definitely. A rare breed, those players. To those who managed to navigate the maze-like cabins, collect the hidden weapons, and essentially dance circles around me—bravo, truly. You must have nerves of steel, patience of a saint, and perhaps a touch of masochism. To those individuals, I tip my hockey mask. You may have bested me today, but remember, I’m always lurking, always watching.
a glimpse into their helplessness
What’s your take on the heroes of the game, these camp counselors?
Oooh, those hapless counselors. Bless their hearts. If only they knew avoiding me was entirely futile. Each one has their own tragic flaws, from slow movement to weak attacks. It’s like I’m playing a game of Whac-A-Mole, just with more screams and less satisfaction. They do try hard, though. I suppose that’s commendable.
If you had any advice for upcoming players, what would it be?
Patience, dear campers. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither will your strategies be. Don’t rush into battles unprepared—take the time to explore, gather, and equip yourselves properly. Use the map, stay alert for my unpredictable appearances, and experiment with different counselors. Each one has strengths you can exploit. And always remember: when you hear that alarm, brace yourselves.
Any final thoughts, perhaps a farewell or a hint about your future?
Oh, I’ve enjoyed our little chat. As for my plans, well, let’s just say the shadows of Camp Crystal Lake will never be truly safe. Whether biding my time in these circuits or awaiting my chance in the endless byte frontier, one thing is certain: I’ll always be ready when campers think they can outsmart me. This isn’t a farewell, merely an intermission. Until next time, sleep with one eye open… if you can.
eerily empty cabins
An ominous but fitting way to conclude. Thank you, anonymous-villain, for this enlightening and bone-chilling interview. Best of luck to the brave—or foolhardy—souls who dare to challenge you.
You can also read the Classic conversation of Friday the 13th here!
