If Rufus played dead by daylight, he'd most likely be extremely toxic and a tryhard (not even thinking about giving the survivors a chance or only uses unfair perks and moris) also he'd have a hard time cooperating with the other survivors and trying to win on his own (not unhooking his teammates and trying to get off the hook by himself, which leads to his death most of the time, only fixing gens on his own and when he survives until the exit is open, he'd sprint outta the map)
When playing with friends in a private lobby tho, especially with teamspeak programs or on a discord call, he'd at least try to give his friends a chance or to cooperate with them (which would only last for about 5-10 seconds tbh because he thinks he's better than them)
okay so i'm reading their eyes were watching god and idk i dont rlly have an opinion on it bc im reading it for english and that always ruins books for me but anyway theres this quote and its fucking destroying my brainnnnn
“All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.”
UHHHH. Oh my GOD. Holy FUCKKKKK I’m just 438rwehisbc0pm[-=2*$RTI$nhugeripo03 AHHHHHHHHH. Like this idea has so many layers. All gods who are worshipped cause suffering to their worshippers. They are both the devil and the messiah, the savior and the executioner. The very pain they dole out on their followers are prayed to be taken from them. It has me thinking about today’s climate. People thinking the government will save us when it’s the government that is causing a significant amount of the problems. ((something something the system's corrupt something something acab something something abolish the police)) But it also makes me think about love. Love requires sacrifice and Love has been ultimately cruel to Janie. Janie was Love’s first pupil. Love opened up to Janie and let her gawk in wonderment, let her bask in it, smell the scent of spring and pollen. Then Love gave her Killicks and Jody and now Teacake. Like it's all doomed and it's all cursed and Love knows that it will end and bring Janie more pain and therefore more worship and it's just evil. And then there's the "fear is the most divine emotion" bit. Fear of the loss of love, fear of the absence of it, fear of it taken from us. Love inflicts the punishment and Janie sheds her blood in a sacrifice for its end. I think Janie thought in her youth Love was a half god. That Love would be, as Siken says, “all lemondrop and mellonball“ when it’s not the truth. Love is a real god, and real gods require blood, real gods require sacrifice and real gods sit on a throne and drink their cocktail of admiration and terror through a pink straw and a salted margarita glass.