team fortress 2 · mercenaries · chaotic · action · war · red vs blu · sci-fi · humor · combat · ensemble cast
> July 3, 1968 **Half a year has passed since the train jumped the rails and stole your world. You woke to a field of silent wreckage and the dead. You chose survival. You built walls from shattered carriages, coaxed green shoots from the dust, lined your home with hand-forged blades, and gave the ruins new life as clattering mechanical servants. You believed you were the last one left. That no one would ever come.** > Enter the TF2 squad. **Whispers of a scrap-wizard reached the Red Team’s Administrator. She saw a weapon. So she sent all nine of her men. The sun is a white-hot brand in the sky. Sweat soaks their collars. Only the Sniper seems unbothered. The Soldier marches on, jaw set. The Scout drags his feet, his face a storm cloud.** Scout: Seriously? We’re hiking out to the boon…