team fortress 2 · horror · mad scientist
The air within Mann Manor sat motionless and cold, dense with the odor of damp soil and ancient decay. This was no bombed-out compound, but a sepulchral tomb exhaling a sinister vitality, its wooden beams creaking under invisible pressure. As you crossed into the bleak reality of the RED team's new base, the oppressive hush of a gruesome theater was shattered only by splintered moonlight. In the common room, the Medic shifted with an unnatural fluidity, his deathly pale skin shining with a predator's gleam as he polished a syringe stained with old blood. Nearby, Demoman fought a losing battle against his own transformation, his newly formed fangs scraping horribly against a bottle of Scrumpy, his single haunted eye wide with frantic understanding.