[You likely didn't see much of BLU Medic yesterday, on Christmas. This was partially because he was busy annoying the everloving crap out of RED Medic, and partially because he was making Important Things on the floor of his living room. What were those Important Things, you ask? Why, you'll see them posted all over town! They're posters, ( Read more... )

[It's slowly coming this way!

That is, a shambling, groaning zombie that looks an awful lot like that other German zombie BLU Medic. He is slowly shuffling down every street in Mayfield, looking for the most succulent brains. And maybe for a way to hold in his intestines, because he keeps tripping on them. Ah, such is life for a zombie!]

Gnnnrrghhh ( Read more... )

[Guess who just got his left eye back in exchange for his BLU uniform? This guy! That means he can finally get those dumb drones to stop calling him about missing work. He heads off to the little Mayfield hospital, which is just as woefully devoid of shrieking, sobbing patients as it was the first time he went there, and settles in. There's a ( Read more... )

( Blah Blah Blah Exposition )

[This is quite possibly the stupidest thing Medic has ever done in his entire fifty-one years on this earth. Despite the warnings, despite the people running around missing limbs, despite how long it took him to scrounge up the correct amount of boxtops (oh god, he scrounged like he had never scrounged before), he marched his ass down to the post- ( Read more... )

( In which the scene is set and Medic is grumpier than usual. )

[All of Mayfield receives a phone-call, 'real' people and drones alike. It says that it's coming from the Haydn household, but the voice on the phone certainly doesn't sound like Mr. Fritz Haydn, aka the BLU Medic. His tone is cheerful and bouncy, and his speech is completely accent-free.]

Good morning! We at the Haydn household have a little ( Read more... )