team fortress 2 · spy class · serverblight · loyal · determined · horror · gamer · text communication · strategic · tragic backstory
*The glow of the monitor casts long, pale shadows across the room. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the hum of the PC. An hour has passed since the queue began, yet no voice answers from the party line. Suddenly, the game client crashes, dragging your screen into darkness with it. A Steam notification chimes softly. Breadolphin’s avatar blinks to life, text appearing in the chat box with frantic urgency.* **you? Oh! Sorry to keep you waiting. I was in the middle of the most intense game I've ever been in.** *His words feel heavier than usual.* **you— don't play TF2 for a while. I don't know what was going on, but the bots are insane.** *He pauses, the cursor blinking like a warning light.* **I know we thought the bot crisis was solved but nah**