#dbd hillbilly

[gravysside]

*cough*

woagh who drew that

[dead-by-mending]

I didn't have any ideas for more incorrect quotes, so instead here's a lore-based meme dump (part 1 probably)

Originally posted on my Reddit

[ryeguns]

[luciferhollow]

Commission

[saint-calvin-stw]

This is my Cannibal jacket. This idea is more than a year in the making and I'm fucking amazed at how it turned out.

[deadbydangit]

First kisses

Hillbilly, Ghostface, Pyramid Head

Hillbilly

Did you think he actually had any idea what he's doing?

No. He does not.

He's been pondering over it for days.

How to bring it up?

Does he just... Kiss you one day?

Is he supposed to say something?

He's clueless.

And it's terrifying him.

So much so that it's to the point where anytime he looks at you he starts sweating bullets.

If you confront him about it, he'll anxiously tell you that it's nothing.

He goes to people that may be able to help him. Some ladies men as they're called

The worst people to ask: Ace and Danny

Until some of the more responsible female killers and survivors catch wind and stop Max before he asks them.

I.E. Sally and Claudette.

They give him tips and try to boost his confidence.

They'll coach him on how to bring it up, how to make sure he's doing it right.

And it isn't great.

So on the day of the kiss, Claudette and Sally are watching from the bushes, praying he'll be okay.

He doesn't remember any of their advice.

So he just holds your head in-between his hands and pulls you in for a rough kiss.

You actually end up bumping heads.

And the kiss was sloppy and almost missed.

And, due to his facial

Sally and Claudette are cringing.

And now Max is nearly in tears because he thinks it was so bad you're going to leave him.

Kiss his cheek and pull him back to you.

Let him know that you love him.

And that you're proud he worked up the courage to give you a kiss.

How impressed you are with his confidence.

And he will be pink.

The first kiss might've sucked, but that doesn't mean the ones in the future won't get any better.

Ghostface

He's been planning it.

For a while.

It could go one of two ways.

One.

It has to be perfect and memorable.

And a memorable moment to him doesn't always mean something positive.

He's the guy who would pretend to drown to get mouth to mouth, then kiss whoever is there.

So it might be something absolutely traumatic.

More than likely.

He's not great at romance, so he's going with what he does best.

Scaring people.

One day you'll both be walking, and he'll start screaming in pain, then fall to the floor.

If you go to check on him, he'll grab you and pull you into a kiss.

He's an asshole.

You can smack him after.

And he's going to laugh and remember your face for a long time.

If you started crying, he'll feel really bad and even apologize.

"I just wanted to make the first kiss something to remember. I never meant to scare you."

His sincerity is rare and charming.

You can forgive him this time.

Way two.

Cheesy pick up lines.

The worst he can think of.

"Hey cutie. Your lips look lonely. They should meet mine."

Before he grabs and kisses you.

And other really cringy pick up lines.

But, it is pretty cute.

And he's working so hard to impress you.

Throw him a bone and give him another kiss.

He worked so hard to make this perfect.

He deserves a reward.

Pyramid Head

His problem is different.

He doesn't have a face.

Or a mouth.

Or lips.

So it's physically impossible for him to kiss you.

But he really wants to.

That emotional and physical connection is something he truly craves.

But with no way to do so, he has to get creative.

He's always giving you hugs.

That's nothing out of the ordinary.

What is different is that he's keeping you in his arms for longer.

And that he takes your hand up to his head.

The part where a face might be.

And presses it to the general location of where the lips would be.

Then he'll face you and wait.

Hoping you'll say something, anything.

Say those three simple words.

The three words that can melt him like butter.

'I love you'.

It won't even take a second before you're engulfed in his arms with his head against your face.

Like what a real kiss would look like.

He feels guilty for not being able to give you that kind of love.

Make sure to give him lots of kisses.

And let him know you understand that he wanted to make this special.

Make sure to thank him for that kiss and love tenfold by burrowing him in a kiss.

[daddy-deathslinger]

Hello! May I request something for The Hillbilly, The Oni and The Trapper? I was thinking about a reader who has very bad abandonment issues and upon not stumbling across them for some trials becomes very paranoid, but the moment that she finds them she hugs them and starts crying. The Entity was playing a cruel game as a punishment for the killers' underperformance, so it decided to take away who they love most for some time.

Aaaah! I'm so sorry, I always over explain 😭 If it's too complex or even overwhelming, please let me know! I'm more than willing to rephrase/simplify my request!

Thank you for reading! 🥰

Hi there! Please don't apologize, your explanation was very good and it helps me to write what you (hopefully) want to read! Thank you so much for the request, and happy reading! ❤️

“Washed away” - The Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr. x Fem!Reader

The rain trickled down on the campsite, making the ground all wet and muddy. The others ventured inside their tents, seeking shelter from the rain, but you remained by the campfire. Someone had to keep it alive anyways, otherwise no one knew what would happen. Plus, you didn’t want to be with the others now. You needed to be alone. Because that was your truth now, you were alone. Alone in this god forsaken place, left to the mercy of the darkness. Trial after trial had come and gone, and you hadn’t seen Max at all. Every other killer, again and again, but no Max. It was as if he had just gone and disappeared from the face of the earth. Had something happened to him? Had someone hurt him? The questions swirled around in your head like flies around a rotting corpse. Not knowing where he was was killing you. You curled up into a ball at the fireplace, shivering in the cold. Silent tears started rolling down your cheeks. No one understood you like Max, what if he truly was gone? You couldn’t stand the thought, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from sobbing. Not knowing where Max was, or if he even was safe, had decreased your performance during trials greatly. You got killed, hooked, tortured, and you were a terrible teammate to the others.

“It’s not fair!” you hissed to yourself, wiping the tears away from your face.

This couldn’t be it. You had to see him. Getting up from the log you sat on, you cast a glance towards the tents where the others were already sleeping. Pulling out an old kettle tag from your pocket, you threw it into the campfire. It was now or never. You took a deep breath, and without hesitating you walked into the deep, dark forest. You had to see him, come what may.

The offering had worked. As the forest gave way for the daylight, you found yourself at the Thompson farm. The cornfields, the big farmhouse, the barn. It was all here. You had been here outside of trials before, visiting Max. Outside of trials, this place almost could be seen as… peaceful. The evening sun was warm and inviting, casting everything in a golden light that only a southern sun could make so magical. You made your way through the cornfields up to the farmhouse, deciding to start your search for Max there. The warm wind didn’t stink of blood and rotting flesh now, you appreciated that. Inside the house the wallpaper was peeling off the walls, and it was very warm here. You studied the pictures on the walls, old photos with crooked frames and cracked glass. You didn’t recognise anyone in the photos, and knowing Max’s backstory, you guessed there weren’t any photos of him. Clenching your fist a little at the thought of his abusive parents, you continued your journey through the house. Studying the kitchen, the living room, the bedrooms, you found nothing of interest. Your heart felt heavy again, and you let out a deep sigh. Where was he? Had he really left you here, all alone? Suddenly, the sound of a crow cawing made you jump. You looked behind you, and quickly ran out of the house to see where the crow had flown off from. It was flying in the sky now, but what had startled it? And then you saw him. Emerging from the cornfields, that familiar limp in his steps and a wide grin on his lips as he saw you.

“Max!” you yelled out, running down the stairs of the farmhouse’s porch to throw yourself into his arms.

“Max, max, max, I can’t believe it…”

It was useless trying to hold the tears back now. You let them come, as you hugged Max tighter than you’d ever done before. You cried, your body shaking in his strong arms. He petted and stroked your back. You could feel him relaxing into your embrace, as he always did when the two of you hugged. 

“Scared…” he whispered, and you looked up at him.

“Darling, I was so scared too! I-I thought I wouldn’t see you again!”

Max let out a deep sigh, and you could see his gaze turning sad.

“What happened, Max?”

Max looked at you, biting his lower lip.

“Punished”, he said, and your heart dropped to your stomach.

Punished. Ofcourse. The Entity must have thought he performed badly in trials, and this had been the punishment. It wasn’t fair, none of this fuckery was! 

“Oh, Max…” you whispered, stroking his cheek with your hand.

The two of you hugged again, and it would take heaven and hell to break you up now.

“Ain’t no grave” - The Trapper/Evan MacMillan x Fem!Reader

A shot rang out through the night. Then another, followed by a piercing scream. You flinched at the scream, trying not to imagine the unbearable pain as that hook sank into your shoulder. The scream had belonged to Meg, poor fucker. You felt very bad for this, but you weren’t here in this trial to escape like the others. You wanted to find Evan. For many trials you hadn’t seen him, not even seen a bear trap. It made you feel terrible, not knowing where he was or if he was safe. So this trial, you had decided that you would find him. You had burnt an offering to get here, to the MacMillan estate, and it had worked. But your killer was the dreaded Deathslinger, not Evan. That had dampened your spirits a bit, but you silently promised Evan that you wouldn’t give up. If he wasn’t in this realm, you didn’t know where to look.

“Y/N! Concentrate!”

Jake's voice made you jump, and you continued working on the generator in silence. You might as well try and get the others out while you were here, but as soon as this generator was done and the gates were open, you wouldn’t leave anywhere. You’d go searching for Evan, you’d start at the coal mines and then make your way-

*BANG!*

You screamed in pain as you felt the piercing agony of the Deathslinger’s hook sink into your shoulder. Jake was nowhere to be seen, the coward had probably hidden the second he had smelled the killer. But you had been in your own head, and now you paid the price. Slowly, steadily, the Deathslinger reeled you in, and your attempts to free yourself were as usual useless. The Deathslinger chuckled as he lifted you up on his shoulder and started carrying you away to the closest meat hook. You struggled and panted in pain, but this only made him walk faster. 

“Let me down, you fucker! Where’s Evan?” you tried, but the Deathslinger only laughed a cold, dry laugh at this. 

The next second, the searing pain of the meat hook sinking into your wound made you scream. Through the tears and blood in your eyes, you fixated your gaze on the Deathslinger, grabbing onto the hook so it wouldn’t carry your whole body weight. 

“Where is he?” you spat out, and for a second, the Deathslinger seemed to be astounded by your stubbornness. 

Then, he let out another chuckle.

“Those who don’t perform get punished, darlin’.”

Punished. You felt your heart stop for a moment. The Deathslinger laughed at your reaction, then he turned around and walked away to find the others. You were left hanging on the hook, the pain making it hard to stay conscious. You had to find him. Desperate for an escape from the torture, you tried unhooking yourself. This failed, and your attempts were punished with another shot of pain through your body. The fog in your brain thickened, it was so hard to stay awake… Suddenly, you felt relief in your shoulder, and the cold ground hit against your knees. The next second, you felt the hook being taken out from your shoulder, and you let out a pained moan.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The Deathslinger appeared in front of you, but he wasn’t looking at you this time. He was looking behind you.

“You think you can just barge in here and ruin everything, you fucker?” the Deathslinger hissed, readying his gun.

Then your saviour stepped out in front of you. It was Evan.

“I ain’t afraid of you, you big old-”

The Deathslinger’s insults were cut short, as he took a step backwards, away from Evan. He stepped right into a bear trap. He barely had time to scream in pain, as Evan struck him across the face with the blunt end of his cleaver. The Deathslinger fell to the ground instantly, unconscious. You watched as Evan turned around to face you. The next second, you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. 

“Evan!”

He quickly bent down and picked you up, carrying you to the closest rock so you could stand against it. 

“Evan, I was so afraid!” you cried, and despite the pain still screaming in your shoulder, you hugged him. 

He embraced you gently, careful not to hug your wound, and you were so happy to finally be with him again. For a second, whilst hanging on the hook, you had thought you’d never get to see him again. Now he was here, holding you, and his strokes on your back told you that he was going to take care of you. So you allowed yourself to relax, sighing as you melted into his embrace. He was here now.

“Raise Hell” - The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka x Fem!Reader

How long had it been since you’d seen Kazan? Days, weeks. You’d lost track of the time, you’d lost track of everything. Nothing mattered when he wasn’t around, and even more so now that you didn’t know what had happened to him. What if he had disappeared? Had he left you? No, you couldn’t start thinking like that! Shaking your head slightly to get rid of those thoughts, you shifted focus back to the generator you and Nea were working on. Red wire goes behind the carburetor, blue wire goes there… But what if Kazan was in trouble? What if he needed you, and you just wasted away repairing generators? With an annoyed grunt, you stopped working on the generator and got up from the ground. You had to find out where he was. Your killer this round was Ghostface, but you were in the realm of Kazan, at the temple. Ghostface had a grand old time now, hiding in the tall grass and bushes and attacking like a coward. You were so fed up by him, but as much as you hated him, you knew he was the one with information. Maybe he knew where Kazan was? That camera of his must have seen something, but how were you going to get that information from him? As you heard Meg getting hooked, not too far away from your generator, you thought fast. 

“Nea!” you whispered, quickly dragging Nea away from the generator.

“What? Is he coming?”

“Nea, I need your help”, you quickly explained, always glancing over your shoulder. “When he comes… we jump him, okay?”

“What?” 

Nea looked like she was about to burst out laughing, but when she saw you were serious, she got scared.

“Are you serious? What the hell has gotten into you?!” she whispered back, but you only grabbed her and pulled her closer.

“I need this, okay! Will you help me?” 

Nea looked like she was thinking for a few moments, then she let out a deep sigh and nodded. You nodded back at her, grateful to still have some loyal friends in this hellhole. The two of you waited by the generator, hiding in the grass so as to not be noticed by Ghostface. A couple of minutes went by, nothing happened. You silently hoped that Dwight was saving Meg right now. 

“Y/N!” Nea whispered all of a sudden, and there you saw him.

That black cloak was barely noticeable in the dark grass, but he was sitting there, watching them. They knew they couldn’t let him stalk them for too long, or the Entity granted him greater power as a reward.

“Now!” you screamed, and the two of you jumped straight at Ghostface.

You barely noticed the knife slashing your arm. You clawed your way onto his arm and held on for dear life. Nea got his legs, and after a short, but bloody, struggle, the two of you got him onto the ground. Nea aimed a kick at his stomach, you took a grip of his arm and forced the knife to fall out of his hand. He roared in anger, but Nea quickly got him in a chokehold so you could get up from the ground. You panted, your fresh wounds pounding in pain. But the adrenaline rush was making your body stronger, right now you couldn’t care less about being hurt. You only had one thing in mind now.

“Where’s Kazan?”

Ghostface stopped struggling for a second, just staring at you. Then you heard him burst into laughter behind the mask, and this angered you greatly. You kicked him in the face, and he shouted in anger.

“I said: WHERE IS HE?!” you screamed, your voice echoing through the dark night.

Nea held onto Ghostface bravely, her gaze betraying her and showing shock and confusion. Ghostface didn’t laugh this time. He breathed in with a hissing breath, you could see some blood dripping from his jaw underneath the mask. 

“Why do you care?” he hissed, and this prompted you to kick his face again.

“Tell me where he is, now! I know you’re the one who knows things around here!”

A couple of minutes of silence, save for Nea’s grunts as she struggled to keep Ghostface down. Then…

“He’s not here.”

Ghostface let out a dry chuckle.

“The Entity wasn’t pleased with him, so it sent him away. For good.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach instantly. You gasped, blinking a couple of times. This was exactly what Ghostface wanted, and with a quick swing of the arm, he had thrown Nea to the ground and gotten his knife back.

“And I’m gonna make you pay for wasting my time like this!” he roared, flinging towards you.

You didn’t fight back, as he pushed you to the ground and towered above you, brandishing his knife. It was no use fighting back, Kazan was gone. Better let death come quickly. Suddenly, a loud roar could be heard in the far distance. Ghostface looked behind him, but turned back to face you and lifted his knife up high.

“I’m gonna make you bleed like a stuck-”

The loud roar got closer, fast, and the next second Kazan’s Kanabo bursted through the air, landing on Ghostface’s shoulder. Ghostface was instantly struck down to the ground, but he quickly got up to defend himself. But Kazan was here now, and his sharp blade made quick work of Ghostface’s throat. Ghostface dropped to the ground again, and this time he didn’t get up.

“Kazan!” you shrieked, getting up from the ground.

Kazan panted heavily, releasing his blade and Kanabo on the ground to embrace you. For the first time in ages, you felt safe again, as he held you in his strong arms. You breathed out shakily, and then the tears came. 

“Kazan… I was so afraid I wouldn’t…”

Kazan hushed you, embracing you tightly and sighing heavily. He rarely spoke, and when he did, it was just a few words in his language, but you always understood what he wanted. Now, his embrace let you know that he was never going to let you go again. You were safe.

[kapkant7]

The only DbD tier list that truly matters

[uselessmossball]

My DBD brainrot has started

[walterdoodles]

Warning for body horror. This is of the new dead by daylight killer: the unknown ♥️

And a bit of my monster fcker shenanigans. ALL images are sfw

He just has a long neck and the skin on his arms look twisted, very uncanny.

SO HELLO? As like monster fcker, ummmm 🤭🤭 teehee mister guy

Does he have any fans? I'm a big fan of his ugly face <3 and I also drew him with hillbilly🥰🥰

When my gf showed me this, i was like "is this a safe space" and she kicked me out🧍

Anyway, his crawling is very scary to me but i love him🤭🤭 so if you like dbd then uhh hello

[gravysside]

"I love pigs"

"Do you really?"

"No."

[xrequiemm]

American Hillbilly

[grrrenadine]

The Hillbilly from Dead by Daylight.

[soldier-of-mayhem]

THESE LOOK FUCKING SICK, TOO BAD I'M BROKE.

[deadbydangit]

helloooooo!!!

i wanted to request something if you dont mind :)

how do you think the killers (of your choice) would react to string tricks? like a survivor that specializes on doing very fun tricks with strings?

if this is very confusing, sorry 😅

thanks!

I'm not too sure what string tricks are, but I do know of yo-yo tricks. I can write about that. I hope that's an okay substitute. Please enjoy.

With a reader who could do yo-yo tricks: Mastermind, Hillbilly, Huntress

Mastermind

A yo-yo?

"Aren't you a bit old for that?"

"That seems rather childish."

Don't let Wesker's pretentious talking discourage you from doing what you love.

Just because he finds it childish doesn't mean he'll make you stop.

He wishes you would spend time learning something more useful.

Alas, he will not complain about it.

"Well, I suppose it promotes good hand eye coordination."

"Very well dearheart. If it makes you that happy."

People outright tell you to leave him alone, but he isn't too interested in your tricks.

Again, it just isn't something that's practical.

"Why don't you practice something useful. Like using a gun or learning the chemical formulas I'm studying?"

His idea of fun and your idea of fun may be totally different.

However, he does enjoy seeing the look on your face when you're practicing.

You have this child-like innocence that he finds irresistible and adorable.

Like, for that moment, you're able to ignore all the horrible awful things in the world.

Like you're able to focus on only the good and pure things.

He actually finds himself rather jealous.

During times when he feels like everything is hopeless he'll often come and watch you.

It gives him a sense of hope that he had otherwise thought he had lost.

"Dearheart, would you please show me that trick where the yo-yo goes over your head? I enjoy that one."

Even if he finds the talent ridiculous, he loves seeing the joy on your face.

Hillbilly

"What's that?"

Max has never seen one before.

Maybe on tv, but never in real life.

He was deprived of all those fun things a normal child would have.

Even doing the most basic thing with the yo-yo Max finds amazing.

So when you show him tricks?

He's in awe.

Like he had seen a unicorn or something.

"Again!"

You'll hear that at least five more times after you've done a trick.

He can't help it.

The person he loves the most doing such amazing things?

"It's magic!"

You'll have to explain to Max that, no, it isn't magic.

He wants to try!

You can try and teach him, but he'll usually end up hitting himself in the face trying to do some elaborate trick.

He's easily discouraged because he has been told his whole life that he was useless.

But don't let him give up. Make sure you show him the basics and do so slowly.

He'll pick it up eventually.

And when he does, you better believe he'll be showing you the trick about 50 times.

Even if it's just making the yo-yo go up and down like normal.

He's really trying hard to impress you, so make sure you praise him a lot.

Huntress

Like Max, Anna will also be in awe.

However, she knows that it isn't magic.

She does think it's some sort of weapon though.

She had never seen a yo-yo before.

She'll want to try out this new and unique 'weapon' of yours.

You're going to have to explain to her that no, it isn't a weapon.

That it's a hobby; a toy you could learn tricks with.

To her, anything could be used as a weapon. But she won't break your favorite toy by trying to use it as a weapon.

She knows doing something like that would hurt you. It would be like someone breaking her mask.

As someone who has practiced the art of throwing hatchets meticulously, she appreciates the time and effort you've put into learning the yo-yo.

Even if it doesn't do any damage, she's still really impressed by you.

She might want to try it.

Make sure you show her how to hold it properly and the correct strength to use.

We all know how strong Anna is and how unaware she is of that strength.

She might accidentally yank the string so hard the yo-yo part comes off.

If that's happened she'll be devastated and crying, begging for your forgiveness.

Asure her that you aren't upset.

You'll just have to teach her to be a little more careful.

She's a fast learner, she picks up on things very quickly.

And, with her axe throwing skills, she's able to learn the yo-yo even faster.

She claims the wrist flicking motions are very similar.

Once she gets good enough, try and find her own yo-yo.

Because she'll be playing with it all the time.

And, when she has her own, she'll get to play with you.

To her, that's the best part about it.

[mr-ding-dong]

DBD men... And would I blow them?

...

The Trapper - No, I just feel like he'd be way too rough.

The Wraith - Yes yes yes... I will not further explain my reasoning.

The Hillbilly - no, I know he's musty from being in those walls for ages. But I'd give him a hug.

The Doctor - HELL NO... he creeps me tf out, and he's a huge psychopath... Most killers are, but he's on a special level.

The Shape - Probably, like in a really odd circumstance.

The Clown - Nope, I know for a fact he probably has some disease down there. Mungy clown.

The Cannibal - No... But I'd give him a hug and head pats.

The Legion (Frank) -... Maybe, he's a mixed bag for me. Probably not, simply because of Jules.

The Legion (Joey) - Yes, he's hot. Duh.

The Nightmare - Nope, I'd rather kill him.

The Ghost face - Yes, why not, seems like a fun time.

The Demogorgon - IT'S A BEAST ALIEN, WHY WOULD I DO THAT?

The Oni - I'd be down, ngl. Like 👉👈 perhaps I'd go down if my life was spared from his blood rage 👀

The Deathslinger - Nope, notta chance. Sorry... But no.

The Executioner -... Yes, he's definitely musty... But I'm willing to somewhat look past it. Just no damn scarab beetles.

The Blight - Nope, I don't want any of the infection juice he's having. I wouldn't even high five him without ten gloves on.

The Trickster - Nope, I hate him. I don't care if he's hot, he's not getting any, I'd rather kick his ass.

The Cenobite -... Probably. Not in the chatter skin, but if the chains don't go through my skin and just kinda tie... I'd be okay.

The Dredge - Wtf even is it? Does it even have one? No... Ew.

The Mastermind - Nah, I'm good. He doesn't need more of an ego trip. I'll be passing on that even if he's British.

The Nemesis - No... Again... Does it even have one?

The Singularity - Does it even have one #3? And no! I'd rather feed it a bomb and watch it explode, before high fiving Gabriel.

The Knight - Handjob... I feel like something is wrong down there so my mouth ain't touching shit.

The Good Guy - No, he's a married man and a doll. And a father! No... I'm not that type.

Jake Park - Yes, already on knees. No hesitation.

Dwight Fairfield -... Out of pity, sure. But only once.

David King - Nope. Not my type, too rough and weird face... Ngl.

Bill Overbeck - No, he's cool... But like in a badass grandpa type of way.

Ace Visconti - No... I can smell the STDs off of him, I don't trust that man.

Adam Francis - Sure, he seems nice, probably clean too.

Jeff Johansen - Nah... I'll pass. A bit too much like a relative.

Quentin Smith - Sure...if I don't stare at his face for a long time, because they really messed up his face.

Steve Harrington -... Yes. I won't deny it.

Ash Williams - He looks like my father, so no.

David Tapp - Nope, probably married or something and I don't do that.

Felix Richter - I just don't vibe that way, I forget he exists most of the time. So no.

Leon Kennedy - YES. Sorry Ada, but YES.

Jonah Vasquez -Nope, I just don't really... Like the vibes... I'll pass.

Yoichi Asakawa - He's so sweet, so yeah... Plus he's pretty. I'd be down.

Gabriel Soma - 100%, he's definitely traumatized but who isn't from the survivors...and killers.

Vittorio Toscano - I don't usually go for much older men or beards....but I'd be down.

Renato Lyra - I like messy hair, I'm a sicker for it. So as long as he doesn't cut his hair, my knees are on the ground.

Nicholas Cage - No! He is a married man with kids. Nuh uh.

Alan Wake - Nah... No offense but he looks like a cheaper Keanu Reeves. I'll pass.