So it seems iforgiveyou jumped the gun
and announced my attack before I was safely tucked away in the Crypt,
so now the stars are aligned and it's time for my debut.
It is I.
DEATH.
Death had long devastated this graveyard. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so devious.
Blood was
Death's Avatar and its seal--the redness and the horror of
blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-campers.
But be
not led astray.
Death is devious, but He has been misread, misconstrued, misunderstood. Do not let His title of
Evil fool you.
Death has been working with the campers in order to remove the slashers
one by
one. He wanted
you to win, He was rooting for
you—the killing of tigerlily only attests.
Death worked with the Guardian Angel, the Crypt, the Judge, and the Psychic. In His hour of need,
two of these four stuck by Him, while the other
two shunned Him. And for that, He is a pestilence SCORNED.
No longer does
Death concern Himself with saving the campers.
Death now seeks
RETRIBUTION.
For now, He must terminate one slasher who killed Him, and so he choses
.SNEAKERNERD
Those who remained true and loyal to Him will remain immune from the pestilence,
as
Death is, as it follows, a true and loyal character and will continue to work with them.
As for the rest?
BE VERY AFRIAD.
♬ Stupid hoes is my enemy; stupid hoes is so whack
Stupid hoe shoulda befriended me; then she coulda probably came back ♬
I had such a hard time not laughing my ass off. 
