DERP FACE. Yes or No?

DBD as an horror game? lol

He's the comic relief of the killers.

Last I checked clowns wore clown outfits and not children's mascots costumes.

Ghostie is a psycho jokester. Derp mask works.

Can there be a middle option of maybe / not sure? I'm really on the fence about this one. I think watching one of Yerv's videos where he talked about it he brought me around a little bit to the idea because it definitely does fit his character as being more playfully psychotic / sadistic. The character actually enjoys killing and unlike the killers, is probably the most happy about being in the realm of the entity so he really is the most evil of them all in a really twisted way. Imagining Derp Face leaning around a corner, I will admit would be pretty great.

On the flip side, I am a firm believer in the seriousness of Dead By Daylight, and anybody who thinks otherwise either doesn't have the right perspective or is purely desensitized to DBD's horror factor. Let me explain:

Every cosmetic that is in the game can be explained from a storytelling perspective and is not comical (except in the form of dark humor) in any way. I could create a mini story to explain the existence of any cosmetic and I'll do it with a few major examples that people might think cause the game to lose it's fear factor.

In Dead By Daylight's lore the whole game is based on the central antagonist: the Entity. It has the power to pull people from our reality (and other parallel dimensions with worlds much like our own [see the many worlds theory]). Although it is attracted to extreme scenes of violence for it's killers survivors seem to stumble into it by accident or circumstance. Each cosmetic tells a different story upon the circumstance where that character was picked up from.

On the surface and without any context, seeing Scoops Ahoy Steve running through the fog might be funny. But create a story for it and it suddenly makes much more sense, say Steve was driving home from work at the mall one day after closing, he's wearing the work outfit, the hat, and it's dark on the lonely backwood road. All of a sudden, a silhouette appears against his headlights and without thinking he swerves to avoid the figure standing in the road crashing into a tree. The hood of the car crumples, the air bag smashes into his face and he jostles in the car, because like many teens, he forgot to put his seatbelt on. His face is bruised, he's bleeding, and groaning he looks up to see who he had just taken a beating for to avoid killing. A man, in a toothed mask, holding a machete, and a beartrap, he slowly approaches. Steve, taking the hint gets out of the car and makes a break for it in the woods, not stopping to look back, or even take the hat off. Where he is whisked away by the entity

Think shirtless David doesn't fit? Think again. After another brutal night of pit fighting, beating people up and getting beaten up for cash. David steps out onto the lamp lit, cobbled streets, the cold london air stings his bruised knuckles still wrapped from the numerous bouts he participated in. Not bothering to put the sleeveless tee back on, he swings it over his shoulder and takes a swig from the bottle he's holding by the neck and begins his walk back to his apartment, alone. Not that he should worry, he just won every fight tonight, except for the bloke who cheated by hitting him in the throat and going for his legs. He'll get him next time though, next time, he'll be ready. A shadow interrupts the visual silence of the empty street, and David barely had enough time to dodge the punch that came flying. A coward in a devil mask, trying to make an easy score, but David wasn't about to lose a second time tonight. Landing a solid punch and a knee to the gut he sneered, easily catching a gloved hand aimed at his face by the wrist. The triumph was short lived however, when he felt the metal ease into his ribs, the grin fading when the knife found its mark. With a gasp from the victim, it sinks home, is withdrawn and the blood gushes forth. He started into the vacant eyes before him, painted crimson and adorned with horns, the mask glowed with a new malevolence. A gloved fist raised and struck, and that's when everything went black.

Neon outfits don't fit? Think about this: It was loud in secluded building, loud in every way that Nea didn't like. The noise, the flashing lights of almost every color, blue turned into purple, purple into red, synchronized with the beat of the music, the uproar of the crowd. She rolled her eyes from her corner and tried to look distracted in her phone, ignoring the guy who had been staring at her for the past five minutes from the bar. She tried shooting him dirty looks, but he apparently hadn't gotten the hint through her amber tinted glasses. "I thought raves were supposed to be fun" she thought "guess not." Getting up, she pulled the cropped teal hoodie with pink accents down as far it could go, stretching it out to cover her a bit more, she needed a bit of air. Save for the muted blaring coming from inside the giant building, it was quiet out here, isolated, comfortable even, away from prying eyes. Rounding the corner and stepping back, her eyes gleamed at the empty wall next to her, how perfect a canvas it would make for some graffiti she thought. The door behind her opened a second time and she looked back to see the same annoying guy, recognizable by his own lightweight hoodie with neon stripes. Only this time, he had a bandana pulled up over his face, with circles cut out for the eyes and a neon X at about the neckline. Her spine chilled, there was something off about him, something not quite right that's when something caught her eye: a curved piece of metal, no not metal, a knife. A karambit in his right hand in an icepick grip, after a quick flip he raised it in the air and without a word sprinted full tilt toward her. That was a definite cue to dip, and rounding the corner she hit the metal staircase that ran alongside the building running, and dropped down from there to the ground below.

Dwight with windswept hair and a parachute doesn't work? What if I told you Dwight was taking a vacation out of the country, he needed a break from the tedious nature of work and his dead-end job. He wanted to see the world, try new things, bring color to his world of monotonous grey. So he left the use to see the Red square, eat Pączki, maybe meet some girls, on his trip he even signed up for parachuting, an activity normally out of character for the meek, Dwight Fairfield. What he didn't realize about his instructors were that while they were experienced, they were not licensed to be taking anybody up 13,000 feet to jump out of a plane. Dwight wasn't even hooked up to a tandem instructor, they packed his chute and Jumped out simultaneously - separately. It was thrilling for the first 30 seconds until when he pulled the chute, a gust of wind sent him spiraling in the opposite direction toward a dense forest. Crashing through thick brush and branches Dwight was tangled up in the trees, long enough to catch his breath and steady himself from the terrifying experience. Only for a moment, before he heard something snap and he was sent careening to the forest floor. Dusting himself off, and sloppily repacking his parachute, he found himself lost with no sense of direction and no civilization in sight. Seeing smoke in the distance he headed towards it to find a hut, empty, save for the trophies of a hunter, with giant deer antlers hanging from a wall. Off in the distance, he saw a figure, he called for help relieved to finally meet someone who could point him to safety. He later regretted it, when an axe came whirling straight for his head, just barely missing it knocked into the wood fo the hut and sent Dwight scurrying back into the forest.

Think Elephant Clown is funny? Say that again when you're stuck in an alleyway at 3AM with a 6ft tall fat man holding a knife in an elephant suit with buggy eyes. (done writing stories, if you've read this far you get the point).

Now take all these characters, teleport them into a single realm such as autohaven wreckers where they don't know what's going on and they have to work together or die together to escape a chainsaw wielding maniac. That's Dead By Daylight, not so out of theme anymore now is it

(In retrospect this might have been overkill, but I took the time writing it so I'm just gonna post it, w/e)