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Not a single ask.

Glad you all care as little as I do about this blog anymore /s

Cya

This blog is dead as shit

So I'm gonna pour my heart and soul into a farewell

Alert: may give Terminal Feels™ upon the sight, read at own risk

This blog is a collection.

An evolution of my role playing abilities.

My life has come and gone in the time I ran this beautiful blog about a workaholic barely-adult.

I have met the greatest friends I've ever met online (lookin' at you, 'Ro) through this blog and the Discords I joined because of it (which I will not be leaving)

There is no other chapter of my life I'd treasure more than this one.

Thank you all.

I'll keep this thing up as an archive, but other than that, it's stayin' dead.

Asks will be turned off on November 5th, so send your shit in before then.

Until next time, stay Mysterious.

And try and find my main, will ya? It's not hard.

[emotionally-starved-archive-2024]

This blog is dead as shit

So I'm gonna pour my heart and soul into a farewell

Alert: may give Terminal Feels™ upon the sight, read at own risk

This blog is a collection.

An evolution of my role playing abilities.

My life has come and gone in the time I ran this beautiful blog about a workaholic barely-adult.

I have met the greatest friends I've ever met online (lookin' at you, 'Ro) through this blog and the Discords I joined because of it (which I will not be leaving)

There is no other chapter of my life I'd treasure more than this one.

Thank you all.

I'll keep this thing up as an archive, but other than that, it's stayin' dead.

Asks will be turned off on November 5th, so send your shit in before then.

Until next time, stay Mysterious.

And try and find my main, will ya? It's not hard.

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"Sniper told me about this one time where he died and Medic brought him back from the dead. This was before respawn I think, too. Anyway, I just said 'heh. Sounds like me.' And then he just replied by tipping his hat."

...

"So yeah anyways I think we might be friends now. Not sure. I'm gonna go bash my head against a brick wall for a week straight, I'll be back.

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"Okay- I've had this single bloody song stuck in my head for the longest time. I don't know where it came from, though I suspect Merasmus has something to do with it. I don't know, but if I don't sing this lyric, I feel like I'm gonna explode. Okay? Okay."

*Ahem.*

"I'm on top of the world - because of you. All I wanted to do - was follow you. I'll keep singing along - to all of you. I'll keep singing along..."

"...And then it cuts off. I just can't remember a single lyric other than that one. Just- had to get that off my chest. Sorry for bothering you all."

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"Soldier was going on his 'all reds [communists] are bastards' speech, so I told him that the American flag has red in and I think I gave him an existential crisis. Oh yeah, also he strangled me."

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"Swear to fuck if Scout asks me to pronounce 'bottle of water' again I will feed him to the giant eyeball."

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*Tracker just kinda... stares at Shifty for a moment after that. The very idea to him was surreal, and yet... it made so much sense... Did he even like his mercenary work, though? He always viewed it as just that. Work. A way to make ends meet. Still, the thrill of the kill, making out of certain death by the skin of his teeth, only to do it all again... maybe there was some masochistic part of him that enjoyed it all. Damnit, Tracker, you're spiraling again. Say something, you twit!*

"Huh. Well, I never did take you for the optimist type, but I guess you're onto something. I'd be lying if I said that didn't make sense."

They were hanging upside down from a tree, something that was made harder thanks to their mask. Their blood ran to their head and they held their mask in place, unwilling to risk letting it fall when someone could stumble across them but also not wanting to admit defeat to gravity.

They were trying to sort through their thoughts, usually they'd climb a tall building or something to clear their mind, but that wasn't an option right now, so they took one out of Spring's book and did this instead.

Of course, Spring didn't have to worry about the blood rushing to her head like they did, so it was arguable if they were actually getting anywhere.

It was strange. Everything felt lively, yet quiet. Things were definitely happening, but never where they were, and if anything big was happening, clearly no one felt the need to include them or ask for their help.

And that was fine.

That was what they told themselves, anyway. They had always intended to leave distance between them and the rest of the team. It was better that way, no one really needed to know them. Sure, V had accepted them, but there was no saying if anyone else would.

That logic didn't hold up as well as it used to. Not after everything that had happened, from the bots showing up to everything that was Halloween and so on.

They swung slightly back and forth, deep in thought. Honestly, they were distracted by their own thoughts and probably a bit too easy to sneak up on.

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Alright, maggots. Sit down, shut up, and listen to what I've got to say. I promise you, it'll be worth your while.

Tf2. If you somehow came across this blog without knowing what it is, first of all, what the fuck are you doing here, second of all, download and play the game, and get back here. It's free.

...Alright. You back? Good. As you can obviously see, there's a bot problem. A buncha script kiddies and other hackers sitting in their basement have overrun the casual servers. That's not good. What's worse is that Valve, a multi-million dollar company, has done jack shit to fix it. So. We're rioting. We're not looking for a worthless tweet saying "Ohohoh, yeah, we see you." No. We stop when Valve fixes the fucking problem. If you need a rundown, watch any TF2ber's obligatory video about it, or check out Save.tf for the summary, and to sign the petition. #FixTF2 is your hashtag. If you want, you can also use the previous hashtag, but I don't recommend it. One more thing. We're fighting the botting problem. Nothing else. Understood? Good. Make me proud, maggots.

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June 3rd. Don't forget.

(Also check out https://save.tf)

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Hey man you got any mealworms? I'm starving.

On an entirely unrelated note I am not a dove. If anyone tells you i am a bird they are lying

"Hi, Archimedes." *Tracker sighs, wishing the avian just went to Medic.* " I have some regular worms. No mealworms. Sorry."

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So. We're here again.

(Ooc post btw)

Save tf2. We all know how it went down. We got a Twitter- sorry, an X post... and not much else. As far as I know, just Valve seeing if a cabbage would tame the tiger asking for a stake. And it did. They played us like a fiddle. But, with the knowledge of the past by our side, we can do it again. I have something for you. All of you. In the words of the funny banana man, Plan A didn't work. But we have 25 more letters of the alphabet. Let's give 'em hell. And Weezy? I doubt you'll see this, but whatever you're planning, we're in. Just tell us what to do.

#SaveTF2

Six days remain.

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"Ludwig. Basically, just ask Ludwig. You could ask Jeremy, too, but he might try and dodge the question. Ludwig's a safer bet."

*He goes silent for a moment...*

"Look. I don't know who you are or why you chose me specifically to answer these questions. But, Ludwig- Err, Medic always looks... worried, when I ask him anything about the Respawn Machine. He never regrets anything he does. Except specifically this... thing. This unholy contraption. What I'm trying to say is, be safe. You have no idea what that could do to you."

Uh... Hey, hello?

Can you hear me?

I want to ask you about something.

I heard you know about... The Gravel Wars, right?

Can you tell me all about it?

@boarded-off-respawn-room

"Whoo boy. I'm the last person you should be asking about the Wars. Still, I'm obligated to tell you the gist of what I know, so..."

*Tracker takes a deep breath. This'll obviously be pretty long.*

"It's 1822, and someone called Zepheniah Mann's wife dies and gives birth to three sons. Redmond, Blutarch, and Gray Mann. Redmond and Blutarch both get his approval despite being absolute idiots and Gray, who is apparently a supergenius or something, does not. The guy orders that Gray be killed because he's a massive dick, but Gray disappears due to unknown reasons. Fast forward to 1850, Redmond and Blutarch convince their father to buy a completely useless plot of land in New Mexico because it has gravel. Why they thought they needed this land, I don't know. After they moved there, Zephaniah died, again, for reasons I don't understand. According to Medic, he contracted every disease ever known to man, but I don't believe that for a second. Moving on, he left his money to his maid, Elizabeth, who I presume just might be the Administrator, but that's just speculation, his company to his best friend, Barnabas Hale, and the New Mexico gravel plot to Redmond and Blutarch. Also, they fucking hate each other and both hire nine mercs to try and kill each other. However, the mercs are put at a stalemate, so Blutarch puts the smartest inventor at the time, Radigan Conagher, to work. He hires him to build an immortality machine. However, Elizabeth convinces Cohnager to make Redmond one too, by bribing him with Australium. Years pass, the mercs come, die, and others are rehired. That is, up until 1972 when Gray Mann shows up with his army of robots and kills Redmond and Blutarch. Why? Because he wants Zephaniah's company, Mann Co, which now belongs to Saxton mother fucking Hale. Now the original Mercs are out of jobs. Lucky them, Saxton hires them back, under new contracts. Unlucky them, they're being hired to fight Gray's robot army. That's the gist of what I know."

(Credit to @tsamired for summarizing for me cause I know shit diddly about the Wars :P)

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"Apparently, the thing was made by Ludwig. My Ludwig, specifically. It does exactly what it's named after. It respawns people by making a copy of them using their genetic code. I think. Apparently, there was this one time when it malfunctioned or something, but I haven't had the heart or the stomach, for that matter, to ask about the details."

Uh... Hey, hello?

Can you hear me?

I want to ask you about something.

I heard you know about... The Gravel Wars, right?

Can you tell me all about it?

@boarded-off-respawn-room

"Whoo boy. I'm the last person you should be asking about the Wars. Still, I'm obligated to tell you the gist of what I know, so..."

*Tracker takes a deep breath. This'll obviously be pretty long.*

"It's 1822, and someone called Zepheniah Mann's wife dies and gives birth to three sons. Redmond, Blutarch, and Gray Mann. Redmond and Blutarch both get his approval despite being absolute idiots and Gray, who is apparently a supergenius or something, does not. The guy orders that Gray be killed because he's a massive dick, but Gray disappears due to unknown reasons. Fast forward to 1850, Redmond and Blutarch convince their father to buy a completely useless plot of land in New Mexico because it has gravel. Why they thought they needed this land, I don't know. After they moved there, Zephaniah died, again, for reasons I don't understand. According to Medic, he contracted every disease ever known to man, but I don't believe that for a second. Moving on, he left his money to his maid, Elizabeth, who I presume just might be the Administrator, but that's just speculation, his company to his best friend, Barnabas Hale, and the New Mexico gravel plot to Redmond and Blutarch. Also, they fucking hate each other and both hire nine mercs to try and kill each other. However, the mercs are put at a stalemate, so Blutarch puts the smartest inventor at the time, Radigan Conagher, to work. He hires him to build an immortality machine. However, Elizabeth convinces Cohnager to make Redmond one too, by bribing him with Australium. Years pass, the mercs come, die, and others are rehired. That is, up until 1972 when Gray Mann shows up with his army of robots and kills Redmond and Blutarch. Why? Because he wants Zephaniah's company, Mann Co, which now belongs to Saxton mother fucking Hale. Now the original Mercs are out of jobs. Lucky them, Saxton hires them back, under new contracts. Unlucky them, they're being hired to fight Gray's robot army. That's the gist of what I know."

(Credit to @tsamired for summarizing for me cause I know shit diddly about the Wars :P)

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Uh... Hey, hello?

Can you hear me?

I want to ask you about something.

I heard you know about... The Gravel Wars, right?

Can you tell me all about it?

@boarded-off-respawn-room

"Whoo boy. I'm the last person you should be asking about the Wars. Still, I'm obligated to tell you the gist of what I know, so..."

*Tracker takes a deep breath. This'll obviously be pretty long.*

"It's 1822, and someone called Zepheniah Mann's wife dies and gives birth to three sons. Redmond, Blutarch, and Gray Mann. Redmond and Blutarch both get his approval despite being absolute idiots and Gray, who is apparently a supergenius or something, does not. The guy orders that Gray be killed because he's a massive dick, but Gray disappears due to unknown reasons. Fast forward to 1850, Redmond and Blutarch convince their father to buy a completely useless plot of land in New Mexico because it has gravel. Why they thought they needed this land, I don't know. After they moved there, Zephaniah died, again, for reasons I don't understand. According to Medic, he contracted every disease ever known to man, but I don't believe that for a second. Moving on, he left his money to his maid, Elizabeth, who I presume just might be the Administrator, but that's just speculation, his company to his best friend, Barnabas Hale, and the New Mexico gravel plot to Redmond and Blutarch. Also, they fucking hate each other and both hire nine mercs to try and kill each other. However, the mercs are put at a stalemate, so Blutarch puts the smartest inventor at the time, Radigan Conagher, to work. He hires him to build an immortality machine. However, Elizabeth convinces Cohnager to make Redmond one too, by bribing him with Australium. Years pass, the mercs come, die, and others are rehired. That is, up until 1972 when Gray Mann shows up with his army of robots and kills Redmond and Blutarch. Why? Because he wants Zephaniah's company, Mann Co, which now belongs to Saxton mother fucking Hale. Now the original Mercs are out of jobs. Lucky them, Saxton hires them back, under new contracts. Unlucky them, they're being hired to fight Gray's robot army. That's the gist of what I know."

(Credit to @tsamired for summarizing for me cause I know shit diddly about the Wars :P)

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"Yeah, that makes sense. I dont think I could work a day outside Mann Co after... all this."

*Tracker went over the "oddballs" they had at Mann Co. Excluding the original nine mercs, there was him, Shifty, Mechie, that one with the purple hair who name he couldn't remember the name of right now... crap, who else? Eh. There's probably a ton more he hasn't met yet.*

"Still, it's just so... cool. Shapeshifting, I mean. It just feels like a waste. Fighting a war that doesn't matter... Against people who come back from the dead... all for a plot of gravel."

They were hanging upside down from a tree, something that was made harder thanks to their mask. Their blood ran to their head and they held their mask in place, unwilling to risk letting it fall when someone could stumble across them but also not wanting to admit defeat to gravity.

They were trying to sort through their thoughts, usually they'd climb a tall building or something to clear their mind, but that wasn't an option right now, so they took one out of Spring's book and did this instead.

Of course, Spring didn't have to worry about the blood rushing to her head like they did, so it was arguable if they were actually getting anywhere.

It was strange. Everything felt lively, yet quiet. Things were definitely happening, but never where they were, and if anything big was happening, clearly no one felt the need to include them or ask for their help.

And that was fine.

That was what they told themselves, anyway. They had always intended to leave distance between them and the rest of the team. It was better that way, no one really needed to know them. Sure, V had accepted them, but there was no saying if anyone else would.

That logic didn't hold up as well as it used to. Not after everything that had happened, from the bots showing up to everything that was Halloween and so on.

They swung slightly back and forth, deep in thought. Honestly, they were distracted by their own thoughts and probably a bit too easy to sneak up on.

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"Hmm. Neat."

*It was clear by the way he absent-mindedly stared at Shifty while they spoke that he had NO idea what any of that meant. Maybe he'd have some time to ask Ludwig later. Either way, he decided to change the subject.*

"Okay, I know I'm getting heavy on the interrogation, but I swear this is the last one. Why Mann Co? Why not... I dunno, the CIA?"

They were hanging upside down from a tree, something that was made harder thanks to their mask. Their blood ran to their head and they held their mask in place, unwilling to risk letting it fall when someone could stumble across them but also not wanting to admit defeat to gravity.

They were trying to sort through their thoughts, usually they'd climb a tall building or something to clear their mind, but that wasn't an option right now, so they took one out of Spring's book and did this instead.

Of course, Spring didn't have to worry about the blood rushing to her head like they did, so it was arguable if they were actually getting anywhere.

It was strange. Everything felt lively, yet quiet. Things were definitely happening, but never where they were, and if anything big was happening, clearly no one felt the need to include them or ask for their help.

And that was fine.

That was what they told themselves, anyway. They had always intended to leave distance between them and the rest of the team. It was better that way, no one really needed to know them. Sure, V had accepted them, but there was no saying if anyone else would.

That logic didn't hold up as well as it used to. Not after everything that had happened, from the bots showing up to everything that was Halloween and so on.

They swung slightly back and forth, deep in thought. Honestly, they were distracted by their own thoughts and probably a bit too easy to sneak up on.

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"Dunno what the hell these are, but I got a hundred of 'em now."

*In all reality, thanks. I know likes are worthless, but as a roleplay blog, it's pretty unlikely for anyone other than the person you're role-playing with to reblog your posts. So, thanks. I'm glad you guys like my insanely sleep-deprived overachiever.*