What self respecting horror fanatic doesn't like Jason freakin' Voorhees. The master of killing, the maniac who respects children yet can't stand teenagers. Can't die, doesn't talk, doesn't think, just kills. He's a man of action! And god help you if you happen to love drugs or sex. I don't just like Jason for being a non-stop killing machine, but also because after so many Resurrections he's basically a giant walking corpse. And if you see my other works you know how much I love the undead. Plus I'm from Michigan, a home to many "camp crystal lakes". Not to mention I've recently found from Wikipedia that "Jason's hockey mask is molded from a 1950s Detroit Red Wings hockey mask. Which became a staple for the character for the rest of the series." Detroit! Hell Yeah! This is also my entry for a July contest at
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