The SEOwned menu stayed open on his desktop, glowing uselessly. He looked at his inventory—years of earned hats and strange weapons—now locked away forever. He had paid for a shortcut to the top, only to find out there was no one left to play with once he got there.
One afternoon, he tried to log in, only to be met with a stark, red notification: SEOwned – Team Fortress 2 Hack, TF2 ESP, Aimbot...
When he reconnected to the server, the world had changed. Through the thick wooden walls of the battlements, he saw them: glowing red silhouettes. The (Extra Sensory Perception) turned the map into a house of glass. He could see a Medic building uber behind a crate and a Spy creeping through the vents. He toggled the Aimbot . The SEOwned menu stayed open on his desktop,