TF2 Creepypasta

26th October 2011
I bought The Orange Box today. Heck, I'll be truthful, I only bought it for Team Fortress 2, but I wanted it badly, so, yeah – there were none left in the big GAME store on the high street, so I had to go to the old second-hand tech store round the corner from my house to get it instead. It wasn't even in its original packaging, just marked 'Orange Box'. I got it cheap - $5, though, so I can't complain.
27th October 2011
I downloaded the game on to the computer, which was strange, because suddenly, all these warning messages came up but only some of them came up with random gibberish like 'ferdihj-.. gedghg--- dffg-. Fjof –'. Only one came up with an actual phrase, but it was in German – 'gekommen zu meinem raum'. I'd been looking up curse words in German earlier this week, so perhaps it came up with information from Babel Fish. I thought the computer was going to explode – it was quite spectacular. It managed to survive, though. I thought I should leave it for another day.
27th October 2011 – 11:45pm
I can't sleep. I can't shake the feeling that the German phrase means something. I know it's stupid, worrying over a stupid phrase of foreign words. I think I'll try to get to sleep by thinking about the fun I'm going to have tomorrow.
28th October 2011
The little distraction worked - I managed to get some shut-eye. I think I'll go and play Team Fortress 2 now (I've waited so long to say that).
28th October 2011 - 3:30pm
I'm so scared right now. I think I'm going to cry. I think that if I write about it, I'll feel better. I selected Red Medic for my first time, readily primed with my ubercharge gun. I killed a few blue Engineers – I was getting into the spirit of the game, when suddenly, there was a flash. Then the phrase 'gekommen zu meinem raum' came up on the screen. That was the worst possible time to remember what it meant. A few months ago, I was attempting to write a song in German – 'Wenn sie mich lieben, gekommen zu meinem raum' – 'if you really love me, come into my room'... What room?
And then I saw it. A room not unlike Medic's operating station in the Meet the Medic video appeared on the screen. Bodies hung around everywhere, lifeless faces, with the bodies of men, women and children. Beside this horrible abomination, there was a control panel. I saw it, and an urge came over my body. I wanted to control these bodies, lead an army. I've always been horrified by acts of selfishness and unkindness, but I didn't seem to care. I wanted to control... control... control – sorry, I don't know what's happening to me.
FOR GOD'S SAKE WHY IS EVERYBODY BEHAVING LIKE AN ARSEHOLE? I COULDN'T REALLY CARE LESS IF I SLAPPED MY MOTHER. MEINE SCHÖNE ARMEE...
Oh, God... I feel awful. I slapped my mother? No wonder she's grumpy, THE BITCH. Oh, God, I need to lie down... I need to lie...
29th October 2011
Thank God I got that out of my system. I've deleted all the Orange Box files of my hard drive and I've returned it to the store. I waited until a long-haired man walked out and went to the desk.
ME: Hello? Yeah, this is bugged or something.
HIM: It could be, it's second-hand – why else do you think it was £5?
ME: No, really. You may think I'm mad, but it's made me feel... Well...
HIM: What?
ME: Just play it yourself, if you don't believe me. Use Medic to see what I'm talking about, and if you feel any... controlling tendencies... don't go any further... Chuck it in a recycling bin or something. I've seen a few strange glitches in my time, but I'm telling you... this is something else.
HIM: Okay, whatever.
5th November 2011
Wow, I take it that the owner of the store didn't follow my instructions. When I was walking back from school today, there was a huge commotion outside the store. The owner was getting pulled away, screaming obscenities in German, and looking scared. They took him away in a white van.
Then, I saw the box lying on the ground. I took the CD, ran to the river, snapped it in half, and threw it in.
14th November 2011
I hear that Belfast's river wildlife have attacked various people. Whoops.
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