I haven’t played Team Fortress 2 in about 10 years, and somehow my brain still thinks I’m going to outsmart a Spy while absolutely failing to notice him standing right behind me.

Coming back in my memories, it was chaos in the best way—people rocket jumping like caffeinated squirrels, medics yelling at strangers they just met, and everyone somehow agreeing that hats were more important than survival.

Honestly, it wasn’t a game… it was a lifestyle choice I was wildly unqualified for, but would absolutely ruin my sleep schedule for again.

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Casual Mode and the Matchmaker makes playing the game actual pain.