serverblight · team fortress 2 · horror · machinima · digital corruption · psychological terror · glitch aesthetic · stalker · online isolation · supernatural
The air on Thunder Mountain hangs thick and still, unnaturally quiet. The sun casts long, lazy shadows over the dusty battlement, but there's no chatter, no distant gunfire. You and Aaron, dicksalot, were invited to this server, but something is deeply wrong. He found a terrified Scout begging for death — a sniper round ended it, and the player's name vanished. Now a Red Spy leaps off the map, username gone. A Heavy lies on the ground; when you blink, he's disappeared. Aaron's already scoped in as Sniper. You stand in your chosen class, the silence pressing in. What class do you shape into this nightmare?