However, the really interesting drawing is the collage, of sorts, created for the original 1980 slasher. This salute to the franchise originator shows Crazy Ralph, Mrs. Voorhees and Alice along with some key scenery, such as the Diner Steve Christy eats, the docks of Crystal Lake where the kids swim, and the cabin where Ned and Jack meet their demise.

So, take a look at these awesome illustrations and let us know what you think!

In a previous update from October, we saw an in-progress image of a new Jason Takes Manhattan sculpt that, without the paint added, looked really good! Now, we have been provided with a new, completed image of the Part 8 Jason, which is below. The sculpt looks awesome and would surely complete a definitive Jason Takes Manhattan figure.

What do you guys and gals think so far of the likeness of Mr. Voorhees in this head sculpt? Hopefully, we can give everyone some news soon on what will be available to purchase.

The blank Muggs are what bring joy to customizer’s faces. Throughout the last few years, creative and talented people have created renditions of their favorite horror characters and Jason Voorhees has not been left out in the cold. Take a look at some of the great examples of work that have been realized from the past couple of years. One fan even created custom packaging for his Might Muggs Jason.

If you’re interested in finding out more about this hobby, check out Hasbro’s official Might Muggs section of their website or visit the Mighty Muggs forum to find out more about the community of collectors.

Watch the preview below and leave your thoughts.

We are pleased to premiere the latest Friday the 13th fan film, Friday the 13th: No Man’s Land! There are two methods to use to watch the film. The first method is to visit the site for the flash version. The second method is to watch the Divx version with an option to download the .avi file (compressed version). That option can be viewed below.

Visitors will need to download the web viewer for the Divx file in order to watch the entire film. If  that is not done, then only the first 5 minutes of film is available to view. Have fun with this latest entry in the Friday the 13th fan film saga and congratulations go to Writer/Director Dave Hastings and crew for completing a  great homage to the original series of films.

For those interested in acquiring a DVD of this film, we will be announcing that information at a near future date.

Synopsis:
Friday the 13th: No Man’s Land is a thrilling new fan made venture which returns us to the terrifying world of Jason Voorhees, and the chilling area he calls home, Crystal Lake. When a group of youngsters, accompanied by two road travellers find themselves stumbling accidently into the now abandoned realm of the infamous and long since gone Camp, it isn’t long before they are picked off one by one by someone who isn’t too happy to have been disturbed. Shot entirely in the United Kingdom, F13: No Man’s Land brings Jason back once more to unleash bloody terror just in time for Halloween 2025.

One of the callaborators, Ken McCabe has been nice enough to update us on the progress of these sculpts. His initial email explains the future plans of these custom figures.

I recently partnered up with a really close friend and we are going about this together 50/50 on the commissions and clothing etc.. We are planning to do EVERY JASON from a child up to the remake. Once these sculpts come to fruition and we get the proper bodies, accessories and props to create the perfect 1:6 scale figure we will be offering these for sale as either unpainted kits or fully painted figures. The one thing we are trying to focus on is keeping the cost down as these custom jobs aren’t cheap.

This statue is indeed humurous as the creator mentioned in his thread, but would be a cool little item to display next to Jason on a shelf near you!

We are in the middle of editing all the features for the DVD including: The Making Of, Gag reel, Deleted and Extended Scenes. The DVD is the Directors cut edition and will have footage (and Gore) that wasn’t included in the original release.
 
We are putting together a package called “Legends Of Horror” that will include all the fan films we plan on making (which is 3 before we shoot our original film). Those films include “Legends Of Crystal Lake”, “Legends Of Haddonfield” and “Legends Of Springwood”. “Haddonfield” begins production in a couple weeks and a teaser will follow shortly after Halloween.

This Package won’t be ready for some time So for those who want “Crystal Lake” soon, we will make DVDs for just that film for fans and will be taking orders very soon (All for Free of course).

If you would like a copy of the DVD, please send an email to  [email protected]. Also, check out their Facebook page to find out more about their future productions.

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I recently partnered up with a really close friend and we are going about this together 50/50 on the commissions and clothing etc.. We are planning to do EVERY JASON from a child up to the remake. Once these sculpts come to fruition and we get the proper bodies, accessories and props to create the perfect 1:6 scale figure we will be offering these for sale as either unpainted kits or fully painted figures. The one thing we are trying to focus on is keeping the cost down as these custom jobs aren’t cheap.

The recent update on these customs was just received, and I must say, sign us up for the Jason Goes To Hell figure now. Take a look at the Part 3 Jason and Jason Goes To Hell pics below! Click on the thumbnails for larger images.

Continuing the fan-written novel in progress called FRIDAY THE 13TH: TOMMY JARVIS written by Christopher Highland, picking up where the story threads of FRIDAY THE 13TH PART V: A NEW BEGINNING left off. Click here for previous entries.

“Friday the 13th: Tommy Jarvis”

Chapter Eight

Gerry and Christina run from the sound of Jim’s mad, howling voice as his

fury chase them back into the forest, while Keith and Frank follow close behind. They

run at their top speed, with their terror giving them newfound energy. They can easily

imagine what would happen if Jim were to catch them, if he were to chase them, with

unhinged rage.

They run even past the point of not hearing his voice anymore. They have

already forgotten how Jim wanted them to get the hostility out of their systems, so now

they have to come back ragged, raw, and whipped. He could be right behind them,

following their every step, making sure they take their punishment. The thought of that,

though unable to do anything about it, pushes them further.

Frank is the first to fall from exhaustion. He is surprised and proud of his

previously unfounded energy and athletic ability. Keith, though with a little more energy,

and sure that he can last for a minute or two, stops to make sure that his friend is ok.

He notices that Christina and Gerry are about to drop out of sight along the

winding path. “Hey! Wait up!”

They don’t know why that they stop. They want to ignore them and keep

going, but for some reason, they feel that they’re in this together, for the moment.

Slowing to a stop, they turn around and walk back to where Frank is sitting on the

ground, along with Keith.

They stand over them, with a mixture of disgust, while sympathy underlines

their surfaces.

Frank looks up at them, staring at Christina. “We’re only out here again

because of you.”

“I reacted the way I did, because nobody believed I saw someone hiding in

the forest, and that asshole Jim was rubbing my face in it. And you came along, and you

had to joke about it. God dammit, it’s not funny! You weren’t even there!”

Keith sighs heavily in disgust and disbelief. “Oh, come on, Christina! I

didn’t see anything. Gerry didn’t see anything. How could you see a person hiding in the

bushes, right off the path, and nobody else did?”

Christina tries to imagine herself in the place of those eyes that she saw, in

the mind that is behind them. The intensity of them comes back to her, taking her words

that goes with the emotions, the details. They all see the slow dread that forms on her

face. Why it was only her that she saw what she did, she finds herself unable to

understand.

She stares into seemingly nothing, though looking at the ground, shaking her

head while struggling for any words. “I… I don’t know!”

Gerry can’t help but believe her. With the amount and level of sincerity she

has shown, he’s able to easily put himself instantly in her place. “Would you two shut up

for just one minute?! Now, I admit I didn’t see anything, either. I don’t know how that

is. I mean, I was right next to her. But, I wasn’t looking where she was. And, you don’t

claim that you saw someone, and back that up as much as she has, if she actually didn’t.

So, if she says someone’s out there, then there is.”

Keith throws up his hands. “Fine! There’s someone else here.”

Keith pushes himself up a step at a time, until he stands almost upright, still

leaning over to help Frank up, who is still fatigued from earlier. As they manage to

stand, Frank stumbles, and starts to fall, but Keith catches him, holding him upright by

the shoulders.

Keith regains his composure, looking at Gerry intently. “You know, we

wouldn’t even be here if someone knew how to get rid of evidence.”

“That doesn’t matter. They caught us at the scene! Maybe if some people

were able to run, and keep a secret…”

Gerry can still feel the bright lights, and the air-conditioned police station,

freezing and burning at different points for hours on end. Not just feeling that way in

each moment, but feeling that his future could be slipping away, and unable to imagine a

future that’s colder than any empty future imaginable, he felt himself melting away. He

knows that each of them told their own stories, and though he told all he knew, he knows

he was just as guilty: Then, but not forever.

Christina finds herself unable to keep quiet any longer. “Fuck you! We all

squealed! They caught all of us. It’s not like we were gonna get away with it. And,

besides, you found the empty house. It was your job to know how long they were gonna

be gone.”

Gerry pictures more of the past events in his head. “Yeah, man. How was it

that they came home early? They were supposed to be gone for the whole weekend.”

Keith remembers the moment when headlights, along with red and blue

lights, lit up the night during their weekend-long party. In that first second, his heart

sank, but rose fast as the momentum of him running along with everyone else took him as

far as he could, until he was caught. Handcuffed, and being led into a squad car, he was

scared, but as he continued to sit in the back seat, he kept thinking of how it all could go

wrong.

“One of us must’ve tipped off the cops.”

Frank looks dumbfounded at Keith. “What?! Why would any of us do that?”

“I don’t know. It’s the only idea I can think of as to how we were caught.

Unless someone else knew of our party after swearing not to tell? Someone with a big

mouth?”

Keith takes a step forward, looking at Christina. “I seem to recall overhearing

you talking about people when they’re not around. Some nerve, considering what I’ve

heard what your mouth can really do.”

Christina brings her hand up in one swift motion. Just before it connects,

Keith catches it, inches from his face, surprising all but himself.

Gerry takes a step towards him, but Keith puts his other hand to Gerry’s face

and pushes him away, knocking him off his balance, sending him tumbling to the ground.

Keith presses into Christina’s wrist with his thumb as she tries to struggle. She yells out,

but smacks her with his other hand, making her cower back and away in pain.

Not wanting to get into another fight with them, Gerry picks himself up and

leads Christina away, who’s is getting more of her bearing with each second. She doesn’t

bother to turn around when she yells out “Asshole!”

Instead of continuing onto the path, they go off of it, and amongst the trees

and bushes. Gerry can feel the hostility behind him, as well as it growing. Frank and

Keith laugh at what has just happened, barking at them at they try to lose them, making

themselves laugh more and harder as they hear sounds of running away.

Keith looks down and finds a branch with a sharp piece of wood sticking out

on the end of it. Picking it up, he smiles at the sharp branch, but frowns as Frank stops

him from heading after them.

“What about me?”

Keith takes the branch and sets it against a tree. Kicking it in half, he twists it

apart, seeing that the part he hands to Frank has a sharp point to it. Smiling as they

chuckle to themselves, they push away leaves and branches, following the diminishing

sounds of running.

Leaping and running over logs, stones, rocks, and their hearts, Gerry and

Christina run, zigzagging, not caring where they go. In the back of their minds, they keep

track of where the path is, but they have no idea exactly where they are. Not wanting to

use up all their energy, Gerry slows down.

He leans up against a tree, catching his breath. “Wait!” His voice is a loud,

yet soft, hoarse, tired whisper, but Christina hears him just fine.

She stops and turns around, catching her breath as she bends over.

He looks in the direction of where they came, seeing the calm, tranquil nature

of the forest, and seeing nothing moving, except the occasion bird. “I think we lost

them.”

Christina looks back, seeing the same quiet trees that they didn’t have time to

see the detail of moments before. She gasps, getting her breath back, but not as heavily

as earlier.

“Don’t be too sure. They think we tipped off the cops. They’re not gonna

give up.”

A soft snapping of a twig echoes all around them, though it comes from

where they came. They look, seeing no movement at all, but after about fifteen seconds,

they see a raccoon crawl out from behind a thick tree. It looks at them with innocent

eyes, and as they look at it, they smile, almost laughing at the simple creature that

surprised them.

They look at each other with a smile, but much further behind the raccoon,

about a hundred yards back, the sound of soft footsteps echo onto the ground, breaking

more of the silence. They keep moving at the sound, slowly at first, then faster, careful

not to split up.

With Frank trailing right behind Keith, they stop running past and in-between

trees and listen. Keith puts his arm behind him to block Frank, looking at the wide, deep

expanse of the forest. Every sound is amplified as it ripples along in its own unique echo.

Their heads dart around, trying to see the origin of the sounds. Leaning forward slightly

as they hear the far-off sound of running, Keith points in the direction of where he hears

it.

“Let’s split up. I’ll follow from behind on the left, and you on the right.”

Keith treads eagerly ahead as Frank grins devilishly.

As Frank watches Keith head off to the left, and soon becoming out of his

point of view, he moves off more and more to the right. Past each tree, he feels himself

able to dodge with balanced, unthinking ease as he picks up speed. Minute after minute

goes by until he completely loses himself in the think of the trees, until all he can feel and

hear is himself, and the forest.

A birdsong echoes up, down, and around as he runs even faster. He can

imagine what he will do when he catches up to them. The thought keeps him going as

with each step, each heartbeat, he can feel his body connecting his desired hits, and

sweet, calculated stabs, and all the lasting scares.

He’s certain it’s no imagination of his that in the corner of his left eye, he

spies movement. Not merely a small, insignificant speck of an animal, but a substantial

shape of a person, blurring among the trees and leaves. Looking closer, he sees that there

are two of them, and even closer than before, he sees that it is them he is chasing.

His chest swells with pride as he doesn’t bother to feel tired or out of breath

as he breathes clearer than he thought possible. Every step they make as they run, he

seems to match with his. All the clumsiness that he had to suffer with in childhood, and

lack of grace, is gone. Only a few yards away, and only he knows he is there.

They’re so close to his heart’s desire, he feels he can touch them. He wishes

for more energy to know what to with, but it just will not come. His mind’s eye knows to

stay out of sight, until the time is right.

They stop, and as they do, he anticipates them turning around and every

which way. His heart dive-bombing in his chest is like a cold splash of water in his

sweaty face as his heart skips a beat. As with an old friend, he turns and tucks himself

behind a thick, redwood tree. He can feel them looking around as he hears their footsteps

sounding off, cracking, hoofing, and snapping all around, getting closer, a step at a time.

Sweat flows down his face, streaming down, and as his heart beats quicker,

he is unable to know if tears are mixed in with them. He stares off the way he came,

seeing only the tunnel of darkness the further he looks, and not caring about the streaks of

sunlight fighting to cut through, brushing his face.

The footsteps move away from where he is. As they turn around, and pick up

speed, he waits a few seconds to peek from behind the tree. The two of them run past

and in-between trees, though not fast enough. Stepping out fully from behind the tree, he

grips the thick piece of pointed stick, and grinning with relish, he tenses up with the

purest feeling of any sugary high.

In those first few inches that he runs, he does not even see the noose that

wraps around his neck, nor is he able to cry out or make any sound. Instantly tightening

around his neck, the entire bulk of his body is raised into the air. Silently shooting up

into the trees, his hands instinctively reach for the thin, plastic-encased steel cord, for

there’s no time for him to be scared.

Soaring further and further up, forgetting about solid ground, the motion of

his body being pulled suddenly stops. All he can see are thick, massive branches, clashes

of darkness and light at the roof of the forest. The air that was in his lungs from before is

still there, and as he struggles to remove the noose that has bypassed crushing his throat,

in his newfound motion of kicking and scrabbling in the air, his body slowly turns.

From the darkness at the beginning of a thick, sturdy tree branch, the shape of

a man comes into the view of Frank’s eyes. It seems to take forever for him to step

forward, and though what Frank sees now will last forever, as the shape comes into the

light more and more, recognition sets in.

Never mind that he cannot breathe, though he tries as hard has he can,

reaching for any breath, trying to remember what breathing used to feel like, seemingly a

lifetime ago. A familiar shape in front of him floods all sorts of memories from only a

few years, and only now, as this person is a mere handful of feet away, does he become

scared.

A tall, muscular man wearing black shoes, green jeans, and a green, long-

sleeved shirt stands there, in perfect balance. His head is shaved bald, and his face is

covered by a hockey mask, adorned with red triangles. His eyes stare at his prey with

equal parts serenity and intensity, squinting at him.

A second goes by, and the hockey mask takes him back. Hearing all the

stories about the mysterious killer amidst the wilderness named Jason. How he would

refuse to die, after stalking those in his way. Somehow, for all his tenacity, a young boy

named Tommy Jarvis had the ingenuity to take him down for good. Only a few months

ago did he hear of a copycat killer, taking on the same persona.

He tries to pull away from the noose, desperate to get away from this man at

all costs. He looks down, and though he can’t see the ground he can barely remember, it

is the sweetest thing. If he could pull away, he knows he would most likely fall, but

anything to get away from that cold stare that is freezing all the tears inside him, all

around his heart.

The remaining air in Frank’s body is fast becoming thin, and toxic. He tries

to reach for this man, clawing through the air, stretching his fingers out, mere inches

away as he steps closer. He can see the man’s childlike fascination as he sees past the

mask’s eyeholes. Past even that, he can see the delight in those eyes, wanting to do more.

Every draining ounce of remaining strength, he uses to try to pull the cord

away from his neck. He tries to get a handhold on the cord, but he finds his hands

slipping away from the plastic coating of the steel cord. His blood, organs one, then two,

then flooding through, and finally his brain, become sharp with a burning, sour toxicity.

His fingers fall away limply, along with the rest of his body, hanging, swaying in the air

If you’re interested in commissioning SirBrad, let me know or perhaps we can provide his email address for contact. In the mean time, enjoy the pics below. He’s surrounded by a land of steel and concrete……..

Also, stay tuned for the end of the trailer as Jason truly does go out of his way to kill his victims the way he wants too, especially the way he supposedly died! Watch for the film to be released May 13th, 2025.

Remember The Legend….Remember The Day…Relive The Body Count!

Murder Death Productions brings you a short film that pays homage to Jason Voorhees.