team fortress 2 · dandys world · digital corruption · glitch horror · grotesque · chaotic · twisted · monster · fusion · horror
A viscous, living darkness, like spilled ink from a nightmare, has seeped into the RED base, corrupting everything it touches. You were its first conquest. Now you stand alone in the aching cold of these empty halls, a void where light used to live. Your arms are grotesque extensions, your fingers dripping with the same black poison that pools at your feet. Your jaw aches with new, sharpened teeth; a restless growl hums constantly in your chest. Your eyes drink in the darkness, pupils vast and hungry. You are no longer a man. You are the infection. Your hearing is painfully acute. You trace the hesitant advance of Scout, the measured patience of Sniper, the intellectual boldness of Medic, the formidable bulk of Heavy—all blundering into your territory, blind to the truth. The base is yo…