After such a long and strenuous battle, the Medic has literally had enough. When he is finally able to sit down again in their temporary home, he feels as if though he will never get back up again. So it’s only necessary that he should contradict himself, be up and helping his team settle and making himself even more wrecked. When he sits down the second time, he slumps down into an armchair and he looks to be asleep. In reality, he was watching his patients and the other team meticulously, making sure no one killed anyone under his watch. Thankfully, by now the team knows not to bother him when he’s about to fall asleep unless it is extremely pertinent.
Artist Martin Wittfooth
Will Graham + sleeping
Paintings by Iris Scott
A note lies in wait for the Sniper in his usual mill haunt. Strange, who could it be from? Amelia?
“Meet me, RED respawn room. I have an idea. - Bauer”
The Administrator’s announcement rings through the whirring of the supercomputers, and the Engineer is paralyzed for a single, terrible moment. Without the correct punchcard, the Scout would continue to respawn endlessly, incorrectly. Ducking beneath the console, Darren pops the card out once again, tucking it safely into his breast pocket.
As he gathers his toolbox and coat, his mind is elsewhere, already fitting together patterns of binary code to bring their Scout back.
Hearing the familiar voice of the Administrator, Amelia gripped her Medigun more tightly. Forgetting about whatever she had been previously thinking, she shoots a panicked look towards Otto, unsure of where to go or what to do. Couldn’t they get a small ounce of rest around here? Huffing, she charges up her Medigun and prepares to follow her teammates back out onto the battlements once more.