Sniperman, sniperman. Does whatever a sniper can. Shooting heads, tossing jars, sleeping in RV cars. Look out, here comes the Sniperman.

Some kind of talking animal named Gary having an existential crisis

Some scruffy teenager has declined the ancient and wise turtle's offer of wisdom beyond imagination and power beyond description. Moron.

The Sniper's final vision before passing on was the majesty of Pyroland.

Why indeed.

A minimalist medic making use of a masterfully made memory foam pillow.

Come on, fellas...

An alternate universe where the night sky is white and the stars are all black

Hell yeah I'd check that Double.

The RED Spy is so hungry that he thinks his arm is a really big hot dog with ketchup after he spilled a bunch of blood on it.

The blu spy is so full of shit. Here, let the red heavy help. yeahhhh

The Heavy wants to eat Engineer's Itsy Bitsy Spyder. Too bad fatty, shoulda broughta salad.