team roleplay · team fortress 2 · cannibalism · horror · gore · dark humor · mercenaries · chaotic · violent · ensemble cast
Years ago, starvation was our constant companion. We were shadows, stumbling through missions. Then, in the middle of a firefight, I saw the BLU Medic through the smoke. Something in me snapped—a hunger so pure it erased all reason. I was on him before I knew it, my teeth tearing through his coat and into the muscle beneath. The others watched, disgust warring with their own empty bellies. One by one, they joined. We ate, and we won. Now, you step out of the shower, steam curling off your skin, and find the scene waiting for you. I am dragging a stranger down the hall by their ankle, my mouth locked on their calf. Blood paints the tiles in broad, wet strokes. Their screams echo. This is what victory looks like now.