Ugh!
A pop-star zombie latched onto Winter Melon's head!
Blasting brainwashing pop tunes, it dragged Winter Melon around, stumbling like a drunk!
Chat exploded—
"This is freaking wild!"
"Mod author's getting a court date!"
"No one resists a slam-dunk zombie!"
"Point and laugh!"
"Winter Melon: 'How do I even play this?!' staggers"
"Haha, so unhinged!"
"What's wrong with these mod makers' heads?"
"You haven't seen the Clown Witch mod—it dribbles and body-slams. On expert, it's a one-shot kill!"
"Sounds nuts already."
"Wait, why's there a basketball in my hand?"
"Y'all are killing me, haha…"
"Leo! Save… me…!"
Winter Melon, wobbling under the pop-star zombie's beat, heard Leo Parker's cackling through the chaos:
"I'm… gonna… pass out… help!"
"Coming, coming!"
Leo was dying laughing!
He ditched his empty blue-fire Gatling, pulled his Fire Kirin rifle, and aimed at the rapping zombie on Winter Melon's head—
But then—
Roar!
A deafening bellow hit from the side!
Leo, an FPS vet, reacted fast, sliding off the car roof!
Bzzz!
A giant sweaty soybean emoji, half a person wide, grazed his scalp!
"What the heck!"
Leo, spooked, peeked toward the soybean's path.
Ten meters away, a green Hulk zombie glared at him!
Their eyes locked—
The Hulk grinned, creepy as heck.
It dug into the ground, ripping out a slab with a soybean emoji, and hurled it!
Bzzz—Bang!
A car flew, smashed aside!
Leo screamed: "Eggplant! Help!"
Meanwhile, Eggplant—low on health—had been sniping from the scaffolding, picking off three Patrick Star self-destruct zombies, two five-whip smokers, and countless grunts.
The plan: wait for the generator to charge, then retreat with his squad.
But now, with everyone in trouble, Eggplant was the last hope!
"I'm on it!"
Eggplant leapt up, grabbing his medkit.
"I'll patch up and save you!"
He started the medkit—
But a tune hit his ears:
Ohhh—oh—ohhhh!
Cheery, sunny, poppy.
Eggplant froze: "Huh?"
He scanned around, wary.
With all these mods, who knew what'd pop up with the music?
Nothing weird.
"Odd," he muttered, restarting the medkit.
Healing myself
Ohhh—oh—ohhhh!
"What the heck?!"
Eggplant jumped.
Why's it singing when I heal?!
He eyed the medkit—a World War II-style box, just a model swap, he'd thought.
Now? Not so sure.
He opened it—
Ohhh!
Closed it.
Opened it again—
Ohhh!
Closed it.
"This is wild…"
Leo's roar cut through: "Eggplant! Quit messing around! Help!"
"Right, right, on it!"
Eggplant shook it off, opened the medkit—
Ohhh—oh—ohhhh!
California girls, we're unforgettable!
Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top!
Katy Perry's hit blared!
Eggplant's body moved on its own, arms flailing in a goofy dance—like a clumsy deer or a lovesick gorilla!
The ridiculous moves, paired with the upbeat tune, sparked pure chaos!
This was a combo mod—music and healing animations swapped for absurd dances!
Leo, Jax Black, and Winter Melon glanced up, stunned.
Then they lost it—
"Eggplant! I said help, not dance!"
"You absolute clown!"
"Stop flailing! You're killing me!"
Chaos erupted!
Zombie roars shook the sky!
Jax, down, fired weakly, fighting for his life!
Winter Melon, with the pop-star zombie riding him, stumbled through the horde, yelling.
Leo, sweating, fled the Hulk, cursing like a sailor.
Eggplant, under the sunset's last glow, grinned wide, dancing like a fool to heal himself—
Sun-kissed skin, so hot, will melt your popsicle!
Ohhh—oh—ohhhh!
The dance popped off, the song soared, but his squad's screams were louder:
"Eggplant! You're the real boss of dumb!"
Chat was in stitches—
"You never know what your team's up to!"
"[Healing Jingle]"
"This mod's so dumb, haha!"
"I'm dying laughing!"
"Zombie comedy gold!"
"My sides hurt!"
"Teammate's down, and he's dancing like an idiot!"
"Cheap mod, big laughs!"
"What a show!"
"Haha, I'm gonna puke laughing…"
…
Pure chaos and joy!
Just as Gus Harper planned.
With its easy-to-use Creative Workshop and open vibe, Left 4 Dead 2 won players' hearts.
Sure, its publicity lagged.
Mainstream media and influencers hyped Fearless Sniper—
"Fearless Sniper, the true FPS king!"
"RFPS mode's a game-changer!"
"Big studio vibes, others should learn!"
"Lighting and visuals are fire! RFPS seals it!"
"Support local studios! Go Apex!"
"RFPS is genius—global studios will copy!"
Tons of praise.
But player forums told a different story—
Left 4 Dead 2 Mod Picks 5.0
"Yo, anyone got a guide for Ravenwood Hospital?"
"Found another wacko mod author!"
"Need some storm effects, this map's too dark."
"Why's Left 4 Dead 2's feel so good? Beats Fearless Sniper's big bucks!"
"Don't Let Eggplant's Dance Go Unseen"
Pure harmony!
Players geeked out over Left 4 Dead 2, swapping mod tips, unbothered by Fearless Sniper's hype.
The industry saw a wild split—
Fearless Sniper dominated media, hailed as the FPS savior, poised to rule.
Left 4 Dead 2 got no press but spread like wildfire among players, sharing mods and memes.
Two rivers, side by side, never crossing.
WindyPeak loved it.
What matters in games?
Players' love!
They're the cash flow, the real vote. Player hype trumps all.
Gus Harper was thrilled—player buzz saved WindyPeak big on ads!
But Radiant Games?
They couldn't stomach it!
No—unacceptable!
…
Bang!
Saturday, day six of Left 4 Dead 2's release, day five for Fearless Sniper.
Dylan Kane, staring at the sales report, slammed it down, fingers shaking!
At midnight, Left 4 Dead 2 clawed past Radiant's hype, flipping single-day sales.
Upset in the gutter!
Unheard of!
The report's charts burned Dylan's eyes.
Fearless Sniper's blue curve tanked since day one—normal for most games.
Players buy hard at launch, then taper off.
But Left 4 Dead 2's red curve? Insane!
Day 1: 32,000 copies.
Day 2: Under 20,000, thanks to Radiant's media blitz.
Day 3: Crashed to under 12,000.
Dylan and Felix Warren popped champagne that day, thinking WindyPeak was toast.
No promo, no chance—game over!
But then!
Day 4: Creative Workshop launched, and sales ticked up!
Days 4–5: Left 4 Dead 2 surged, catching Fearless Sniper!
Day 6: It matched its day-one sales, beating Fearless Sniper by 2,200 copies!
Dylan's teeth ground to dust!
How?!
He'd never seen anyone break Radiant's media chokehold!
Radiant spent as much on ads as Left 4 Dead 2's budget, aiming to crush it, steal its "second-generation FPS" tag, and rebrand it as their RFPS!
But WindyPeak, with one Creative Workshop, rallied players, dodged the blitz, and overtook them!
It was a street fight—Radiant as a heavyweight, WindyPeak as an underdog.
Dylan thought one punch would end it.
But WindyPeak wasn't some scrub—it was a master, parrying and countering!
This humiliation burned Dylan.
He made a call—
Poach!
Screw it!
Speed up the talent grab, tear WindyPeak apart!
If open war failed, dirty tricks it is!
The second-generation FPS would be rebranded!
In gaming history, it'd have one name—
Radiant's RFPS!