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Try not to let this one bother you too much. It's a long story.
 
My name is Edgar, and I'm a PC gamer, and I've been playing this game called Team'' ''Fortress 2'' ''for a while. Until about a few days ago, I've been playing it whenever I had spare time. I would play it after I got done with homework, after dinner, before bed, when I woke up in the morning, you name it. Now, however, I need to warn other people about this…ratherthis...rather sinister side of the game.
 
I booted TF2 up like normal and decided to use the "Offline Practice" mode with automated bots. I set the number of bots to 24 and set the mode to "Expert", just like I always did. I picked the Payload game mode. This is when things started to get weird.
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Then, out of nowhere, the Medic loudly proclaimed, "I promise I will heal you!" scaring the shit out of me, and then the Medic approached me.
 
It turned out that it wasn't the Medic, but an enemy Spy. The Spy back-stabbed me, killing me instantly. "You are…STUPIDare...STUPID!" I heard the Medic grumble in disgust.
 
I was getting irritated and creeped out now, and decided to use the "Jeers" voice commands facing towards the Medic.
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I was ready to shout profanities at the Medic, but before I could, the Medic let out a bloodcurdling "You are trying my patience!"
 
In the midst of all this, the Medic began to…transform…to...transform...?
 
He now had the appearance of the "Voodoo-Cursed Medic Soul," which was an actual cosmetic in the game. Then, in a distorted voice, he said "Prognosis? Haha! ''You're dead!''" right before my game crashed, saying "hl2.exe has stopped working."
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I closed out of Steam to be greeted with my desktop background being changed to a static image of the Medic in front of a red background, his face dripping with blood.
 
Yet again, I heard a distorted Medic voice, saying "Hold still. This will only sting for a moment," and "Prepare for your examination…examination..." before my computer abruptly blue-screened.
 
I didn't bother restarting my computer. I mumbled profanities under my breath as I shut down my PC. I have enough shit to deal with already, and now I happen to run into this. I feel as if I want to cry.
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I've never played as the Medic class since that ordeal, although I still love Team Fortress 2.
 
That was the last time I saw him. I've been playing TF2 for a couple of years now and I never saw a glimpse of him. Every once in a while, however, I see that desktop background image in the corner of my eye…eye...
 
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