The Hillbilly V2 || Max Thompson Jr || DBD

Biography

Being the son of wealthy landowners Max and Evelyn Thompson, the nameless boy was the unwanted child of abusive parents. He was born ugly and was disfigured, which is why he was hidden from the outside world. The parents were ashamed of their son, so they walled him up in a room and fed him through a small hole in the wall. When the boy escaped, he took revenge cruelly and terribly, brutally killing his parents, who tortured him and made no attempt to raise him. The job was done. He continued to live his life on the farm, taking out his excessive cruelty on animals - because that was the only way he could feel freedom. Finally, having freed himself from his "shackles" and gained freedom, he ran through a cornfield, chasing and killing all living things that came his way. The bodies of Max and Evelyn Thompson were never found, but tortured, gutted animals were found all over the farm. The fate of the Cold Wind farm was quickly decided — the land was divided and sold. But no one wanted to buy the house itself. Perhaps they could hear through the long and exhausting summer nights... The sound of a chainsaw

History

The nameless son of wealthy landowners Max and Evelyn Thompson was an unwanted child for cruel parents. Because of his hideous deformity, the boy was hidden from the public eye. His parents were so ashamed of their son that they locked him in a locked room and fed him through a hole in the wall. When the prisoner escaped, his revenge was merciless and bloody - he dismembered those who were supposed to raise him, but instead became his tormentors. After that, he continued to live on the farm and killed animals to satisfy his violent impulses. Finally free of his shackles, he hunted and tortured any living creature in his fields. The bodies of Max and Evelyn were never found, unlike countless corpses of mutilated and tortured animals. Coldwind Farm was separated from the main land, but no new buyer was found. Maybe it was the sound of chainsaws coming from there on summer nights.

Memory No. 3728

He hears someone coming towards his dark cage. He hears laughter and chatter coming.It's the father and the others, but it's not clear who exactly. He puts his ear to the door and hears laughter. Deep, as if it comes from the very inside. He's twitching and his stomach is churning with anxiety. It's the boss, there's no one else. He can't stand the boss, especially when he's with Pa. What they don't force him to do for fun. Pa brags about his "murder weapon," as he often calls it. More laughter. Other voices. The chief brought some assistants with him so that they could also watch the performance. He wants to crush them all. Smash it, only 6 people stopped laughing. Everyone laughs at him. The whole world. He grits his teeth in impotent rage. They're not supposed to laugh. They're supposed to protect him, and he understands that. I've seen it on TV myself-the only thing that can calm him down and keep him company after he's done with work. The TV is not just a box... This is the friend and parent he never had. But the chief... The chef doesn't look like the chefs on TV. This is a different kind of police chief. The one who launders money from the Pa. He doesn't even know what it means. I just heard them standing by the pigsty one day talking about how to launder a whole bunch of money and then unfasten it to the judge and other lawyers. They wash the money together. Therefore, the boss allows Pa and Ma to turn themselves around as they want. Pa used to say that the boss was dirty. It's as dirty as his kid's face. The laughter gets louder. They approach his brick-lined dugout. He shivers at the thought of the massacre starting again. He was tired of killing to amuse the chief's assistants. I'm very tired. His blood just boils, and he feels a hot wave rising up his neck, up his face, as if he wants to punch through his skull. Suddenly, a shrill whistle is heard. He bangs his head against the wall over and over until the sound stops. Silence returns for a second, but o

Memory No. 3729

In the stuffy barn,he silently looks at the blood dripping from the hammer. It seems to him that all this is happening in a dream. Strange. Wild. crazy. No, not in a dream... It was like he was on one of the TV series... and from the side he looks at himself, surrounded by slaughtered and still wet carcasses of cows. There are seven or eight of them. Some parts of their bodies are still twitching in the warm, gradually thickening blood. Brains are leaking out of the punctured heads onto the floor. There are innards everywhere. Flies buzz around, right in front of my face and in my ears. Their itch seems to repeat the words that the massacre is him. All he's good for is this senseless massacre... That's all. Kill. That's what everyone likes to look at. How you kill. Kill. Kill. The flies are laughing at him. They laugh with the boss and his assistants. They say he's so useless that he doesn't even deserve a name. The kid! What kind of a name is that! Pa pushes him towards another cow. "You're not done yet!" The kid picks up the hammer and shakes his head to shake the blood off his eyelashes. He feels weird. It's wild. Madly. Fed up. He's fed up with this kind of life. With his cage. Manure cleaning. A massacre. endless slaughter and pig grooming. Prize pigs, who are showered with more love by their parents than he himself has ever had. Flies are circling around his head, laughing at him. The thin screeching sounds in my ears again. Pigs have names, but he doesn't! Duke and Donny. He waves away the flies. Pa pushes him: "Come on, Kid, show me how you handle this hammer." Kid... That's what Pa calls him. Kid... That's what Ma calls him. They think he's too dumb and doesn't understand that he doesn't have a name. The real name. But he understands and has always understood. He understood and imagined himself to be Max... By Max Thompson. I imagined that Pa was so proud of him that he even gave his own name. And how he dreamed of having a father's name... as he dreamed...

Memory No. 3730

Ma is lying and sobbing with a broken mouth with broken teeth. The kid lifts her up with one hand. A stream of slurred words comes out of his mouth. Words that only he understands. The words that the TV had taught him. He wants to know what his real name is, and Ma can only stare stupidly in bewilderment, confusion and despair. She coughs up blood. When she begs him for mercy, a piece of tooth rolls down her cheek. Even if she understood what he said, she still couldn't answer. My name! My name! What's my name?! The kid hits her on the floor again and again. He lifts it over his head and throws it towards the kitchen table. It folds under her weight. Blood is gushing from a wound in his leg. She's losing consciousness. He feels guilty and hugs the limp body. Why? Why do you hate me? What have I done to you that you both hate me so much? Her face is both beautiful and monstrous. evil under the mask of beauty. He hugs, squeezes harder and harder and dreams that everything would be different. To be one of those damn pigs. They showered them with so much care and love, and devoted so much time to them. They coddled the Duke and Donny for a long time, while he, nameless, vegetated alone in a dugout that was dug especially for him. He tries to pick her up, but slips on a pool of blood. She tries to break away from his embrace. Every time he asks her his name, he squeezes her tighter and tighter... What's my name? She stops resisting and twitches uncontrollably. The tension goes out of my arms and legs at once, and they hang limply. He slowly lets her go. Her head falls with a loud thud into a pool of blood on the floor, and empty eyes stare blindly at him. Beautiful, blue and completely empty eyes. Eyes that saw only a monster, a thing, a farm animal, but not a son. Never my own son. He hates those eyes. Those... Those hateful eyes. He tears them out and squeezes them in his fist so that they burst like pork. He smiles unconsciously and wipes the blood from his face.

Memory No. 3731

The kid doesn't know how long he's been running, but he's already tired. Somewhere behind him, the shouts of the boss chasing him can still be heard. He screams that he regrets the day when he advised his parents to leave the Kid as an assistant. That he was the one who told Ma and Pa that a monster child would make a real worker. And everything else is talking too. Something the Kid doesn't want to hear. "Your parents tried to kill you. They didn't do anything when boiling water from a pot was spilled on you, and they told us that you were just clumsy and tipped the pot over yourself. But I knew. I figured them out right away. They were so ashamed of their mutilated son that they poured boiling water over him. They tried to kill you and make it look like an accident!" The kid covers his ears. Flies buzz around, laughing at him. He doesn't want to hear it. A thin ringing echoes in my head. Enough! Enough! But the ringing doesn't stop. He knows that no one else hears the squeaking and laughter of flies. He knows he hears things. And he knows that Pa hurt him. I hurt his head. He shouted various evil words in his ear too loudly when he was very young. How he wished that Ma's umbilical cord would not strangle him, but strangle him forever. The kid stops for a second to collect his thoughts. He hears other voices. The chief called the other assistants. Well, let it be. Let everyone come at least. They all have to pay for doing nothing while Pa and Ma bullied him.

Memory No. 3732

The kid squeezes his neck so tightly that the screams quickly turn into pathetic sobs. It is easier to kill a man than a cow, although there is much more noise from him. The kid stares intently into the assistant's panicked eyes. He knows that, he knows it very well. This one often laughed at him. Laughing instead of helping. Well, who's laughing now?! Haven't you been watching TV? The police should help, not make it worse. Come on, laugh! The kid lifts him off the ground and hits the back of his head against a tree trunk. Demolition and again! Come on, laugh! Laugh! Laugh! The skull bursts like a melon, brains flow out of it and hang down. The kid unclenches his hands, and the dying assistant barely keeps his balance. He hobbles to the right and then to the left until he stops right in front of the Kid. He looks at him for a second, as if he saw something more than a living instrument or a freak. Someone smarter than a mule. Smarter and deadlier. The assistant doesn't seem to understand what's going on... It's like a dumb zombie on TV. The twitching, uncomprehending assistant, shuffling his feet, moves forward and feels his head covered with wet lumps. The kid moves aside to let him pass. He's looking at his handiwork. He looks at the pieces of the brain that fall from the skull like clay. Watching a man stagger under the moonlight. If there had been a cow in the assistant's place, he would have stopped her suffering. But it's not a cow in front of him. This one is different. It is a vicious and venal creature. The kid watches as the assistant disappears into the shadows. He looks into the darkness until he hears a thud on the ground. He is filled with a strange feeling, and he is... laughs. It turns out to be pleasant to fight back and show everyone what he is worth - in fact, he is worth it

Memory No. 3733

The kid hears the boss continuing to look for him in a panic. He sits motionless under a tree, covered with dense bushes, and squeezes the remains of the assistant's brains in his fist. They feel like cow's. Probably, if he had the brains of a cow in his other hand, he wouldn't have been able to tell which one was which. He clenches his fist. He likes the feeling. It calms and banishes anxiety. His thoughts turn to his favorite TV shows. Pa and Ma were allowed to watch TV to shut him up. They were tired of him constantly hitting the wall and calling them. Nothing else helped then: neither the gag, nor the ropes, from which he always managed to get out. Just the TV. The TV worked better than any shackles. In front of him, he sat motionless, obedient and quiet. Ma was happy to say that the screen hypnotized him. The TV showed the Kid so much. How different his life was from the lives of other children. He showed me what parents should be like. He wanted Pa and Ma to be more like Clark's parents. They made a hero out of their son simply by their kindness and good upbringing. They took such care of him, and he wasn't even their own son. Or... other parents... That boy, Beaver. He had a good family too. But the kid is different. He doesn't look like Clark or Beaver. He was born wounded, crippled and weak as a kitten. Pa said he wanted to put him in a bag of rocks and drown him in the lake. A stern father's fist, a harsh life, a harsh everything... He hears the assistants shouting at each other in the distance. The kid is scared, and he does what he used to do in his brick cage: he closes his eyes and thinks about Clark. He expects to be saved by the greatest of all heroes. He never appears, because life is not like the pictures on TV. Clark is always there to save everyone at the last moment. He always comes to those who need help. But real life is different, and the Kid is all alone in it. One, because he was born a dirty animal.

Memory No. 3734

The boss is yelling with rage. He found what was left of the other assistant. The kid catches them like cattle in the farmyard. The boss obscenities him and swears that he will make him pay. Will he make me pay? Me? You're going to pay for closing your eyes all these years while I rotted in that cage. The boss calms down and calls someone. He tells me to bring the dogs. Well, let them bring it! Without a difference. There's no way he's going back to that cage, or any cage at all. He'd rather die a hundred times than be locked up again. He wants to run out of the darkness and grab the boss, but something tells him that this is exactly what he wants. She tries to lure him out with insulting words. The kid is sitting in the thick shadows and with one hand he is stirring the dry leaves. He sees an assistant coming closer with a flashlight. His hand tightens on a thick branch, and the Kid slowly gets up and makes his way towards him. A hare jumps out and hurriedly jumps away. The assistant immediately turns the flashlight on long-eared and exhales with relief just at the moment when the Kid swings a branch like a professional baseball player. He breaks his head and breaks his neck, seeing how dark fragments fly off onto tree trunks and fall to the ground. But the assistant himself does not fall. He stumbles, his head barely holding on to the tendons, and his hands desperately grab the cool night air. He resembles a headless chicken that beats its wings in search of a head. The kid smiles and revels in the feeling of freedom. He laughs to himself. Another assistant has been cleared. Pa laundered the boss's money, and now the Kid is laundering his employees. An apple from an apple tree. But at the thought of the boss, the smile disappears from his face. After all, he could help... But for so many years... But he could have helped.

Memory No. 3735

"Kid! You want to know your name! So I know! If you come out, I'll whisper your name in your useless chewed ear!" The boss is playing with him, but he won't bite. The chief swears that he will be tracking him all night and has already called the dogs. The ones that sniff out a grasshopper farting in a dunghill. The kid didn't even know that grasshoppers farted. He learned a lot from TV, but not like that. He imagines a farting grasshopper and smiles. He likes to smile. He crawls closer to the squad of policemen. Two new men have joined the boss, but he does not see any dogs and decides that it is better to deal with these before the dogs actually appear. Police dogs were on TV. They'll really sniff out anything. These assistants look angrier than the previous ones. He's not sure if it's because he killed their friends or because he put an end to their money laundering business with Pa. Maybe both. He just feels that if he gets caught, he will be forced to suffer and squeal like a pig... Pigs. Those damn pigs they loved so much. Why were they loved so much and him so little? If he had been treated like those pigs, he would have been happy and grown up to be different. A hero, like that boy in the raincoat who helped the world only because Ma and Pa raised him well.

Memory No. 3736

The kid sneaks up behind the two assistants, whom he can barely see in the moonlight. He slowly picks up a sharp branch, jumps forward and hits one on the head, and drives the branch into the mouth of the second before he has time to scream. He watches the blood gushing like a fountain. It's like a scene from a cowboy movie. He approaches the first mate. He turns and grabs the Kid, and they roll over the dry leaves and beat each other. The kid manages to grab the assistant's neck and squeeze it. He flails his feet on the ground, but the Kid presses and presses until the sound of shoes stops. He hears the chief calling his assistants to him. He says to come back. That the dogs were brought. The kid goes back to the bushes and shadows. He closes his eyes and imagines that he is living a completely different life. He's a Beaver. He is sitting at the table, eating a delicious homemade lunch with Pa and Ma, and they are wondering what he was doing today. But then everything changes when he speaks. The sound of his voice upsets Ma, and she slaps him, and then holds his head and pours hot sauce down his throat. She says never to speak again. Pa grabs him and whacks him with a belt. The kid opens his eyes wide. It could have been very different if he hadn't been born a monster. Was he born? Monsters are not born. They are being made. They do it in the crucible of hatred, cruelty and bullying. Made of hot sauce and straps! That's what monsters are made of

Memory No. 3737

Your dad said you wanted to know your name. So stop running and come here. I'll tell you your fucking name!" The kid stops running. The barking of the dogs is getting louder and louder. He turns at the boss's voice and sees moonlight shining through the branches and leaves. He quietly shifts from one foot to the other and does not know what to do. The chief's voice is getting closer. "Your dad gave you a name before he realized what a crooked freak you are, on which Mother Nature rested! Your name disgraced him! That's why he hid you! Do you want to know your name? Then come out with your hands up. Come out and I'll tell you!" The kid does not even have time to understand what is happening when a dog jumps out of the darkness at him. She clings with her vicious, toothy, slobbering mouth right into his hand. He turns abruptly towards the agile target and grabs his wrist before the hammer falls on his head. He's hitting the dog against a tree. He had never felt such strength, such power, such determination in himself. He has a name! He shakes his wrist, and the hammer falls with a thud into the darkness. The kid knocks the boss to the ground. He tries to stab him with a knife, but the Kid grabs his wrist again and forces the chief to plunge the blade into his stomach. Do you see what I'm good for now, Chief? See? The boss pulls out a bloody knife, but the Kid doesn't give him a chance. He thrusts his hand right into the warm wound and squeezes something he can't identify by touch. The boss screams in wild pain: "Son of a bitch!" The dogs swoop down on the Kid and pull him off the boss, preventing him from doing anything else. The kid throws them away and tries to find a hammer to finish the job properly. The dogs slowly get up and bark. He grabs a branch, brings it down on them and runs away before they jump again. He seems to be running for ages. Rushing through the dark and cold forest, towards the farm... to the house he was supposed to live in. It's not too late.

Trivia

The Hillbilly is based on Leatherface, both having similarly disfigured faces and wielding Hammers and Chainsaws. The Developers originally wanted to have Leatherface in the game, but obtaining the licence was not an option at that point during development. The Hillbilly was the first Killer with an ability that allowed him to instantly put a Survivor into the Dying State IconHelp dying . The Hillbilly limps when he walks and hunches over when he stands. However, when breaking a Pallet or damaging a Generator, his posture is completely straight as this interaction uses a default animation for most Killers. The Hillbilly's Theme music is a remix of the All Hallows' Eve Theme music from around Halloween 2017. The Hillbilly's version adds a new melody line on top of the otherwise same accompaniment. The Overheat mechanic was reworked into the Overdrive mechanic instead of being removed entirely due to development time spent on the former