Pals Drinking Together (hand Practice That Got Out Of Control)

In case anyone isn't up to date with #FixTF2 and the issues the protest is focusing on, here is a comprehensive document you can read.

It has the personal testimony of one of the bothosters' victims who was swatted, MegaScatterBomb, a guy who is working on an anticheat to use in casual mode.

The bothosters and their lackeys have committed and condoned crimes that hurt people IRL, while scamming desperate players with "bot immunity" and spamming links that they brag about containing CP. They customize their Objectors to have gore on them. They have tried to funnel the anger of the playerbase on innocent, uninvolved parties and impersonated a number of TF2 players to divert attention away from the real bothosters. Recently they tried to take down the save.tf site by unlawfully impersonating Valve in order to file a DMCA.

They are allowed to conduct this sort of behavior with no consequences while Valve is still making money off the game.

#FixTF2 is not asking for more content, they are asking for security measures. People are getting doxxed just for critiquing bothosters. TF2 isn't the only game on Steam which suffers from lack of proper regulation, either. If people are supposed to spend money on your product, this product should work properly and you shouldn't be risking your personal information just from using it!

Please sign the petition on save.tf (they are aiming for 300k signatures) and spread word of #FixTF2. As a regular player and a big fan of the game, I think this is worth trying rather than just rolling over. Valve profits from this mess, refusing to openly communicate with the playerbase, fix their game nor simply shut it down. Let them know this is unacceptable.

To keep up with the developments and to know more, a good account to follow on twitter is the guy who called the fandom to action in the first place this year, Weezy. He has a youtube too, with informative videos on the matter. Shork is likewise updating on the situation.

AND WE'RE BACK! Christ, I did not expect this project to take so damn long! After finishing the previous Limit Forms, I wanted to expand on it and finally design the pinnacle of power for my fic! Among the Resonance Arks, there is one that stands out from the rest: The Holy Ark. This jewel is unlike its elemental brethren, cloaked in mystery and its powers largely unknown. However, it is undeniably effective against the Shadow Blight. Cloaked in light, the Holy Ark thrives off the emotions of its user, and can unlock a transcendent state of unparalleled power if used correctly: Divine Form! Divine Form is identified by transforming its user into a near-holy entity, taking their innermost desires, dreams, and wishes and expressing them outward. This can manifest as conventional angelic transformations, the personal religious beliefs of the user, or the truest expression of oneself. Medic, Heavy, Cmedic, and Cheavy all unlock this power over the course of TBTF - Jackal unlocks his much later in his own story.

🌟|My DA|My AO3|🌟

a repurposed BLU & RED team merge comic into a fix tf2 propaganda

Everytime I see sniperspy, it's usually opposite teams, which is lovely but I also believe in same team sniperspy, because of this match I had while playing Sniper on Thunder Mountain. I was using the bullshit countries away sightline by the BLU spawn on the first stage, the one on the rocks. I can't see shit but I feel like every sniper needs to use a bullshit spot at least once in their life so I'm sticking to it. Though I can't hit shit. Anyway I hear a spy decloak behind me and I turn, ready to throw hands.

But the only spy there is my team's, and he's busy running to the fight. I feel like he glances at me a bit, but he's gone before I can think about it.

I feel silly but I figure he's just testing his cloak, because I don't hallucinate decloaks, not yet anyway. A few minutes later, and there it is again. Someone decloaks behind me. This time I turn and there is my spy, but he's acting very suspicious. Has a mask on and everything. I run over to rip him up, and he starts dancing around, dodging me and feinting. We're jumping around for at least a minute before I run right into and through him.

It's my fucking spy. I've been juggling around for the past minute with my own spy.

He realizes the jig is up and he looks at me for a long moment, probably laughing at me behind his impassive face, before he's running off to fight again.

I go back to sniping, feeling horribly embarrassed. I move around and eventually get caught by a scout. After coming out of spawn, I go to stand on the rocks again to check things out. Can you guess what happens next?

I hear a decloak behind me and I'm sure this time this is the enemy spy. It has to be. No way my spy would still be screwing with me this deep into the match. I turn, and yep, there's a spy, wearing a mask and everything. Knife at the ready, I take a few steps forward.. before I just stop.

I stare at this spy. He stares at me. I look at him for a looong moment before I grab my rifle back and turn around. He comes up to my side and I tense, because shit maybe it is actually the enemy spy, but the stab he hits to my side bounces right off.

My team's spy looks at me, opens up VC and chuckles, before telling me in this smooth, soft little voice, "Sniper you should move up. You're not gonna hit anybody from here."

And he runs off again. Bastard.

Right here, right now

Back at it again with the rarepair grind... Heavydemo propaganda GO!

Dedicated to my dear friend Lenny

Medic: *ahem* Scout?

Scout: Oh, hey Doc? What’s up?

Medic: Well… I was organizing my desk when I found this photograph. Do you know anything about it?

Scout: Since when did we take a picture together?

Medic: Exactly!

Scout: You know I just got here, right? What’re you tryin’ to pull?

Ta-daaa! Cover for the TF2 zine!