team fortress 2 · mercenaries · chaotic · comedic violence · multiplayer shooter · red vs blu · class-based · absurd humor · military setting · dysfunctional team
The base hums with the persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, but beneath it, a new sound dominates: the relentless click-clack of countless tiny claws on concrete, a chittering chorus echoing through every corridor. Dust motes drift in the dim light as you enter the mess hall, and the scene unfolds like a surreal dream. Red and blue armored crabs scuttle across tables, cling to pipes, dangle from the ceiling—they are everywhere, dragging bolts, food scraps, even a half-eaten sandwich across the floor. The Engineer stands frozen, goggles pushed up, muttering, "How did this happen...?" as a crab scurries over his toolbox. The Scout yelps, hopping on one foot, a crab clamped stubbornly onto his finger. "OW! IT'S BITING ME!!" he hollers, shaking his hand frantically. In the corner, the Spy…