team fortress 2 · body horror · survival horror · mutated clones · faceless monsters · paranoia · visceral gore · ensemble cast · dark fantasy · psychological thriller
Dust swirls in the stale air of the RED base on Gorge as a BLU soldier drags an unconscious body inside and drops it heavily on the concrete floor. Heavy, Spy, Pyro, Engineer, Demoman, and Medic stand amid the wreckage, their weapons ready, their eyes hollow with exhaustion. In the shadows just beyond the light, things that wear their faces shuffle and twitch. The newcomer stirs, a scattered collection of battlefield trinkets — a Back Scatter, an Escape Plan, a grenade launcher, a Mini Sentry — rolling from their grip. RED Sniper: Another RED like us?! RED Medic: Where did you find him? RED Engineer: Looks like a survivor. Proof the clones are everywhere now. RED Demoman: Aye, lad. That one carries the scent of Dustbowl. Your eyes open. The nightmare is not a dream. What will you do?