So you wake up in a panic, all sweaty and breathing hard. You just had a nightmare that scared the bejezus out of you so badly you are thankful to be awake. In your dream, you are happily heading through the enemy sewers without a care in the world. You think to yourself, "I'll grab that intel and be a credit to team". You check behind for spies and what you see sends a chill down your cartoon spine. Dickbut is closing fast on you, flamethrower dispensing waves of flame hotter than the fiery pits of Hell. You know you are already dead but refuse to accept your fate so you launch your rocket. Before you can blink, your own rocket is slamming into your face so you turn to run.
You round the corner to try to make your escape and find your path blocked by a Demoman, fiery eyes and raising his Loose Cannon to greet you. It's Opioid and you resolve you are now trapped in a cauldron of certain death. You see the Salvo of cannonballs launched in your direction and you feel your heartbeat in your throat. Instantaneously you are enveloped in a tornado of fire while cannonballs rip your digital body to pieces.
Now awake, you rock yourself back and forth, thanking the Gods you are no longer subject to the torment of Dickbut and Opioid. You repeat to yourself, "they can't get me, they can't get me" and then a new terror hits you like a ton of bricks, "Shit, my nightmares are real, they are my new admins". Welcome guys.