@ those tf2 server related tags: the lazypurple silly servers still exist. and if you want a silly-adjacent server that still has killing/pvp enabled then they also have a "TDM" server where objectives are disabled so you really just get to dick around
i figured his servers would still be around, although i don't think i ever had personally played on his servers before. i think i've seen some videos of them in the past though.
the two servers i use to hang around in through 2012-2016 were mostly just... hang-out servers? the term i refer to them as is "hub servers", similar to like... hub levels in platformers. one was a big city server where i met a good ammount of my friends on, the other was a server with maps the server owner created, which is also the server that hosted one of my maps. they had some sourcemods in common like the jetpack plugin.
im not sure if i could personally experience the vibes of those servers in the same way these days. granted anytime i play tf2 these days, it's usually to play casual, haven't touched any community servers in a long time.
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Ok so my sleep... Walking... Thing has now happened quite a few times
- technically not getting out of bed but I wake up to someone screaming like they are being murdered. My brain finally realizes... That it's me (I've never heard myself scream that way, like genuine horror) and I'm sitting up in my bed just non stop screaming in terror
- i wake up on the floor. What woke me was that I felt like my chest was tight and it felt weird to breathe so first instinct, I can't breathe, I'm dying. No I'm just on the floor, with my arms stretched out, lying flat... Using my arms to drag myself forward? So basically crawling with less leg movement
- one night slept on the couch with Linus. Had a dream, I knew his TV was going to blow up. So I got up from the couch, took two steps behind and in my dream... It blew, so I was thrown to the ground. And then I hear Linus go "what are you doing?" no, I actually did this in real life, threw myself on the ground, bad bruises
- 'fell out' of bed when I had a sleepover with two people. I laughed it off but man
- yesterday, woke up by feeling weird, realize I've walked like 7 steps from my bed, in my still not conscious mind I just have a feeling I need to escape and I remember seeing my legs in the mirror I passed. Then as I reach the front door and unlock it, I finally fully wake up and I'm shaking and scared bc wtf
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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