Jason Voorhees has returned! (CLOSED)

Made while watching Friday 13th Part III on Friday 13th!




Big fan of slasher horror movies, like Friday13th, A Nightmare On Elm Street, Halloween, Chucky, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
One of the few that enjoyed watching Jason Vs Freddy, I always seen it as a Horror Action, there for I liked it.




Big fan of slasher horror movies, like Friday13th, A Nightmare On Elm Street, Halloween, Chucky, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
One of the few that enjoyed watching Jason Vs Freddy, I always seen it as a Horror Action, there for I liked it.
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Here is a story to the Render, provided by ChatGPT, as I am no good at writing stories:
Once upon a chilling moonlit night, deep in the heart of Crystal Lake,
a group of unsuspecting teenagers decided to venture into the woods,
their laughter and carefree chatter echoing through the trees.
Among them was Sarah, a beautiful and adventurous young woman, and her boyfriend, Mark, a strapping and brave lad.
Little did they know that an ancient and malevolent evil lurked in the shadows, watching their every move.
The infamous legend of Jason Voorhees, the cursed guardian of Crystal Lake, was about to become their horrifying reality.
The group had set up a campsite near the lake, where they'd planned to spend the night beneath the stars.
Crackling campfires and the aroma of marshmallows roasting on sticks filled the air. As the night descended,
so did the temperature, and the group huddled closer to the fire for warmth.
"Hey, Mark," Sarah whispered with a sly smile, her breath visible in the chilly air.
"Wanna go for a walk in the woods? It's so romantic out there."
Mark grinned and nodded, taking Sarah's hand. "Sure, it's pretty dark, though. We should be careful, never know what might be lurking in the shadows."
Sarah responds "Don't be a pussy"
They left the campfire's warmth behind and ventured deeper into the dark forest, their footsteps crunching on the fallen leaves.
The rustling trees and eerie silence sent shivers down their spines, but they reveled in the thrill of being alone together.
As they hesitated, a sudden, bone-chilling coldness filled the air. The forest seemed to hold its breath.
Mark's hand tightened around Sarah's, and he whispered, "Something's not right here."
Before they could react, a massive, shadowy figure emerged from the darkness.
The unmistakable silhouette of Jason Voorhees loomed before them, his infamous hockey mask covering his grotesque face.
Mark's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to protect Sarah, but Jason moved with supernatural speed.
With a single brutal swing of his machete, Mark's head was knocked off and the rest of his body collapsing to the ground in a pool of blood.
Sarah screamed in terror, unable to process the horrifying reality unfolding before her.
She tried to run, but Jason was upon her in an instant.
With a gloved hand, he clamped it over her mouth, muffling her cries, and the world faded to black.
Meanwhile, deep in the heart of the forest, within the walls of that decrepit cabin, Sarah was unconscious, her fate in the hands of the infamous killer.
The horror of Crystal Lake was alive, and the nightmare had just begun.
The forest, filled with ancient, evil secrets, conspired to keep her lost and disoriented.
It seemed that there was no escape from the clutches of Crystal Lake's most dreaded resident.
Sarah's nightmare was far from over, and only time would reveal whether she, too,
would become another grisly chapter in the dark history of Jason Voorhees.
Once upon a chilling moonlit night, deep in the heart of Crystal Lake,
a group of unsuspecting teenagers decided to venture into the woods,
their laughter and carefree chatter echoing through the trees.
Among them was Sarah, a beautiful and adventurous young woman, and her boyfriend, Mark, a strapping and brave lad.
Little did they know that an ancient and malevolent evil lurked in the shadows, watching their every move.
The infamous legend of Jason Voorhees, the cursed guardian of Crystal Lake, was about to become their horrifying reality.
The group had set up a campsite near the lake, where they'd planned to spend the night beneath the stars.
Crackling campfires and the aroma of marshmallows roasting on sticks filled the air. As the night descended,
so did the temperature, and the group huddled closer to the fire for warmth.
"Hey, Mark," Sarah whispered with a sly smile, her breath visible in the chilly air.
"Wanna go for a walk in the woods? It's so romantic out there."
Mark grinned and nodded, taking Sarah's hand. "Sure, it's pretty dark, though. We should be careful, never know what might be lurking in the shadows."
Sarah responds "Don't be a pussy"
They left the campfire's warmth behind and ventured deeper into the dark forest, their footsteps crunching on the fallen leaves.
The rustling trees and eerie silence sent shivers down their spines, but they reveled in the thrill of being alone together.
As they hesitated, a sudden, bone-chilling coldness filled the air. The forest seemed to hold its breath.
Mark's hand tightened around Sarah's, and he whispered, "Something's not right here."
Before they could react, a massive, shadowy figure emerged from the darkness.
The unmistakable silhouette of Jason Voorhees loomed before them, his infamous hockey mask covering his grotesque face.
Mark's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to protect Sarah, but Jason moved with supernatural speed.
With a single brutal swing of his machete, Mark's head was knocked off and the rest of his body collapsing to the ground in a pool of blood.
Sarah screamed in terror, unable to process the horrifying reality unfolding before her.
She tried to run, but Jason was upon her in an instant.
With a gloved hand, he clamped it over her mouth, muffling her cries, and the world faded to black.
Meanwhile, deep in the heart of the forest, within the walls of that decrepit cabin, Sarah was unconscious, her fate in the hands of the infamous killer.
The horror of Crystal Lake was alive, and the nightmare had just begun.
The forest, filled with ancient, evil secrets, conspired to keep her lost and disoriented.
It seemed that there was no escape from the clutches of Crystal Lake's most dreaded resident.
Sarah's nightmare was far from over, and only time would reveal whether she, too,
would become another grisly chapter in the dark history of Jason Voorhees.
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