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DBD Story time: Apparently, Survivors CAN’T EVER be non-toxic.
So, the stage is set. The rank reset has happened a couple days ago, and I’m currently at rank 15. Still trying to challenge myself to get to rank 1 with a Solo Q No Mither build. Feeling extra pumped because I hit a new high Surv rank score last season.
I get into a game. It’s Blood Lodge. Me being the vault boy/stealth lover I am, I’m a bit disappointed as what Blood Lodge has in ludicrously high looping potential it makes up for with nothing but open space and no stealth/juke potential.
A gen later, nobody’s been downed yet. The Killer manages to find me (Trapper btw) and we start a chase. It sucks that I have to rely on pallets for this chase—even more so because the nearest one was across the heckin’ map. So I resort to my only option—trying to juke.
Luckily, because the console version sucks, juking isn’t hard—just change direction! I successfully make the Killer miss me at least six times before, through some miracle of Trapper main huge brain, he misses a lunge and loses track of me entirely, allowing me to stealth him behind a tiny little wall with Tier 1 No Mither and no Iron Will to shut me up. I’m stunned. No looping, no vaults—nothing, and I managed to shake him off.
Flash forward some minutes. One gen left. Nobody’s been sacked yet. Killer gets me again, and instead of going for ez jukes, I try to 360—bad idea. 360ing is not feasible with the pathetic sensitivity on console. Trapper finally downs me. By the time I’m hooked, the gates are powered.
I die facecamped. I’m not mad—I pipped anyway, and he was most likely facecamping because he had no other option at that point; nobody had been sacked yet. Everyone else gets out, so I take the time to text Trapper, “GG!” He replies, “I feel bad but that guy pissed me off lmao”
“The guy i face camped”
“Lol that was me!”
Wait for it.
“Well you deserved it”
It’s that point I go from chill to confused and a tad miffed.
“Why? Because I juked you?” I reply.
“Is that why you’re dead”
That’s it. Tommy the Tactless Trapper just pressed the wrong button. Because failing one juke=bad Survivor. It’s not like he missed a double digit count of them by me in that same game.
I go on a small tirade. “I played fair and square. No pallets, no crutches but Dead Hard—hell, I had No Mither on. You want real toxicity? Fight a P3 Claudette with Sprint Burst, Decisive, looping, and a purple flashlight.”
“Obviously that worked for you I played like a dick but I don’t regret it”
I huff and I puff... and I take that sitting down. I played as nontoxic as possible and I sincerely regret it because I was branded as toxic anyway because apparently he expected me to just lie down and accept the smacks he wished to dish. Go figure.
Jokes on you, Tommy Trapper. I turned it into a whiny forum rant on the Internet! How d’ya like them apples?
In all seriousness, though, I have held this stance for a while—that for every Survivor main who’s toxic because they’re an entitled brat, there’s a Killer main who’s toxic for an entirely different reason—because they seem to feel that every Survivor is the aforementioned entitled brat. This experience, in my opinion, solidifies that stance even further.