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Copypasta aside, calling TF2 dead is an exaggeration. They have merely ended the story with an epilogue. The game itself is going nowhere for now. Nothing ever happens after all.
Games, however, tend to face the related "dead" term being abused and overused to the point it loses its intended meaning and is used just for the sake of it.
I'm not sure if it is serious or a joke, but the only thing finished now is the side plot of the comics. The game itself is still alive and blooming.
"game is dead"
sure dude
I leave the game for months, sometimes a year, but I know when I come back it is the exact same as when I left. In the next ten years this game will probably drop 10-15k concurrents, but it’s still gonna be the exact same and I’m gonna be ten years wiser.
In twenty years it’ll drop another 20k maybe, who knows what’ll happen to me, but i’m certain I’ll still remember the game.
In 50 years it will probably have lost support as Valve and steam have become an entirely different animal that I probably won’t even recognize. The servers dead and little glimmers of community backed servers that are all x100 with Pony skins on cp_orange-v230 will dance like tiny flames. But on my morning walk or train ride or whatever i’m riding my WALL-E hover chair in, I’ll probably cross paths with a guy who is wearing a little TF2 logo pin, a tattoo, a hat, or even just a fond memory they had, or the occasional slur, or obscene Decal Tool photo they happened to have scarred in their mind. Maybe they laughed about it as they walked past me.
Thats where it dies, with that person, the game dies with me. The game dies with you, and whoever you talked to about it long after it’s servers were lost and it became abandonware after Steam was shutdown and the new beast took over. You probably told them some nice stories, nice enough for them to carry the game with their life too.
You want to live forever. What a nice ending