You are playing 2fort, in a somewhat empty server. Stuck at a 4v5, a peculiar fellow joins the server named “Pixie the Fempyro Dragon”, and you decide to play Soldier. You run into the BLU base, and steal their intel. “I’m doing it! I’m gonna cap the intel!” you think, blasting your way to victory, when all of the sudden an enemy pyro turns the corner. His degreaser is aimed at you, and he’s got an unusual pink Brigade Helm with orbiting hearts. You fire a rocket, and you see the crimson lightning fly out of your launcher. It’s a random crit! The pyro is done for! But all of the sudden, the pyro DEFLECTS the rocket, dealing a lethal blow to you. And in the killcam you see them do the Gas Blast taunt introduced in the Pyro Update, and a message appears in chat. Pixie the Fempyro Dragon: Oowpsie!!!! :3 I made a big stinky OwO You do not understand. You try to respond but your hands are paralyzed. A singular droplet of cold sweat streams down your nose. Your confusion turns into terror as you glance at their profile picture, which is a BBW-futa anthro fox. Your face turns red. White spittle is coming out of the corners of your mouth. You try to spam your lenny face bind but you simply cannot. The terror fades away, and what remains is a sense of existential dread. Nothingness. You give up on even trying to move out of spawn. Hours pass, days pass, and weeks pass. Engineers passing by on their way to the Intelligence would tell stories of you. “Say, Dell, you see that stone-faced fella at resupply?” “Why I have, Buck. What’s up with him?” “Why I reckon he one of them AFK types.” The Engineers try to unravel the mystery, but never come close. The secret remains buried inside of you, burning at your very core. As the Engineers, Snipers, and Demomen of Teufort leave, you are all that remains of the server. Your legacy is merely a whisper in the wind.