knelt the conscience blessed to kill

A collection of deaths, for your edification. I present to you...a day in Team Fortress 2.

(Part I.)



10001011101 finishing me off. Doesn't he look happy? The Heavy Weapon Guys seem to have two expressions, Insanely Happy Heavy Weapons Guy, and Really Angry Heavy Weapons Guy. (With Om-Nom-Nomming On Sandwich Heavy Weapons Guy in reserve.)



The sniper BoomerBile running through me on his way back up the ramp. Ow. When you explode in Team Fortress 2...you actually explode.



It's never good taking on another Pyro. You'll just burn and die. Or at least I do. I think I've managed to drop another Pyro in Pyro-Pyro battles twice in the two, three weeks I've been playing the game. Not good.

Even worse? When you round a corner and suddenly are staring down TWIN Pyros. Oh, that's hot bloody death on toast.



MindlessElectrons running off after dropping me like a rock. As I play Pyro a great deal of the time, he ran off on fire.



Screamin' Eagles, the Heavy, gunning me down. He doesn't look pleased to be ablaze.



The Heavy hauler SomeDude, laughing and shrugging off his (hoped-for) fiery demise.



Shoot me, die on fire. It's only fair.



Zawmbeez the Demo-man discovering undeath isn't all it's cracked up to be. And that zombies can still burn.

More in Part II!