Team Fortress 2

Team Fortress 2

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How to find a reason to keep going.
By obama gaming
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Prologue
Sadness envelops you, what are you to do? Do you continue? Do you try to fight it off? Or do you try to find a reason to keep going? You choose option 3 and start your fantastic journey on finding a reason to keep going.
Chapter 1 - An Unexpected Journey
You find yourself slumped in your chair everyday thinking about nothing. Staring at the ceiling, waiting for something to happen. And yet, nothing. You look at your computer screen with a blank stare. Your steam library is open and is on the TF2 page. You last played the game 3 years ago. Every time you load it up a part of you dies and it makes you wanna throw up. You were sick of the game. But today you decided to brute force through all that and load up the game one last time.

You click on the big green, "Play" button. The Valve guy greets you and then you see the loading screen for the game. The song you're greeted with is, "Soldier of Dance." You remember those days of rocket jumping on Hightower pub servers, market gardening clueless snipers and scouts. You shed a tear. You decide to queue up a game of Hightower. It doesn't take long before the game is ready. Your heart starts pumping for this is the first time in years since playing. The game loads and you choose the Soldier class. You still have the rocket jumper and the market gardener equipped. You walk out of spawn and you are greeted by a Heavy who is crouched and has the holiday punch equipped.
Chapter 2 - A New Horizon
After your time on Hightower you decide to queue up for 2fort. In the past all you remember of 2fort was stalemates that lasted for 3 hours or more. But you enjoyed it. When the game loaded you saw 3 free to play engineers setup on battlements, a friendly heavy sitting outside of your spawn and a try hard spy harassing said heavy. And then you see it. A demo walks in front of your vision. He is holding a conscientious objector and with an image of what on it? Why, it's a picture of a Bush's Original Baked Beans of course! All of a sudden you go into shock, flailing about, remembering everything you once forgot. "Beans. Beans. Beans." You start to chant. You are foaming at the mouth as you hunger for beans. But not just any kind of beans, no, Bush's Original Baked Beans. You start killing everyone in sight, if they didn't have beans they die. You grab a frying pan and start beating the ever living ♥♥♥♥ out of people. After your lust for beans ends, you return home and get back to your game of TF2. You are greeted with this:

That sad feeling you have felt for years has finally left you. After slaughtering 36 people and injuring many others, that gut wrenching feeling has finally left you. You can rest easy now.
Chapter 3 - Fleeing from the Authorities
As one problem is solved another arises. The police are after you! After a 10 day man hunt they finally catch you and put you under maximum security. You are to serve 16 life sentences with no parole. But you can relax knowing you cured your sadness by beans. This image will forever live on in your memory:
Epilogue
Based on a true story.
126 Comments
TheCakeCrusader Mar 18, 2022 @ 9:24am 
LONG LIVE DA BEANS
A_dead Jul 10, 2021 @ 1:49pm 
Very inspiring. I think I might purchase a frying pan today.
Torokl The Idiot Jul 9, 2021 @ 6:50pm 
this so sad crying in my pants
John Yogurt Jul 9, 2021 @ 12:33am 
man i just pissed from my eyes this was a great tale of courage i do so hope you continue making such tales to the likeness of this one
Spectre Jul 8, 2021 @ 5:54pm 
I am scared of the fact that he murdered people with a frying pan
Erin Jul 8, 2021 @ 3:59pm 
not even joking i did cry a bit
Spleen eradicator Jul 7, 2021 @ 9:59pm 
such a great story
mrswormsweat Jul 7, 2021 @ 8:42pm 
I keep on getting kicked due to inactivity.
Money Cash Hoes Jul 7, 2021 @ 5:01pm 
Alright, I'm gonna go cry now
TheRhymeNoceros Jul 7, 2021 @ 4:21pm 
Real Obma here.
This pleases me
my deepest regards,
Barrak obma