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The Therapist VS THE HUNTER VS The Barman

(Full matchup list here)

Alright team, here's a recap: This is a contest to determine who amongst you will take the top of the leaderboards and be hired at TFI! Simply put, whoever gets the most votes gets to move on, and whoever doesn't... Well. They'll be put down swiftly and cleanly. :}

So, mann your stations, because here are your next contestants! Vote for your favorite mercenary who you want to win the TF2 OC Contest! - P

WHO SHOULD TFI HIRE?

The Therapist

THE HUNTER

The Barman

Voting ended onApr 9, 2025

OC INFO UNDER THE CUT!

We highly encourage you to take a peek to make your decision!

The Therapist

@hazardtoons

Image credit: @/hazardtoons

You wouldn’t expect an organisation like Team Fortress Industries to invest in something like mental health treatment for its hardened soldiers. The one giving them this generous care is a woman only known by those who work at the company as Therapist - a seemingly well-intentioned lady there to give everything from a shoulder to cry on to someone to seek advice from.

There is a catch, however. Not all the information she gathers from her clients is used for good. Underlying that comforting presence is another tool of oppression used in the company.

THE HUNTER

@scozthewoz

Image credit: @/scozthewoz

hailing from the london countrysides of the united kingdom, this insatiable butcher with the cheshire grin is a teenage expert at the art of paid homocide, despite how squirrely she may look! her presentation is a vauge riddle, hinted at with hyena-like cackles, a cruelty behind her constantly bared teeth she tends to mask as friendliness. she prides herself on her toys, each of them meticulously handmade and carefully hidden like snakes in the sand, every beartrap or snare serving nicely to hold her prey in place and maim them as it does so just in case one pesky rabbit weasles out! this viscera-lusting vermin prefers a more hands-on approach when she crawls out of the walls to play, often putting her guns to the wayside in favour of her beloved knife -- and on occasion, her teeth.

a taste of blood goes a long way for her motivation, you know.. why don't we give her a little push?

The Barman (Thomas Armstrong)

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Born and raised in Stratford, Ontario, Barman is an affable gentleman who specializes in the art of mixology. Among the mercenaries, Barman is relatively tame in comparison; he gets along with everyone and is seen as an almost "parental" figure to most of the team. Whether it be telling old stories of his life back in Canada, or smacking Scout on the back of his neck for forgetting his manners, he has his ways of making the team remember that he's their elder.

Most of the man's time is spent in his makeshift bar in the team's base, or in his own room. That, of which, contains a multitude of model train sets. Sadly Barman was unable to live his dream of becoming a train conductor, but he can still lose himself in the fantasy when he's alone in his room with his models.

When he's in his bar, however, he gets to have casual conversation among his teammates. During his time working for the team he had become quite friendly with Demoman and Spy, often spending nights with them at the bar after a long battle. He'd listen to everyones worries, give them advice, then laugh the rest of the night away to lighten up the mood.

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Scout's Mom has got it going on - Chapter 1 - For @trypo-p

Scout walked into the mercenaries’ common room more prepared than usual, because this was the day his mom was visiting. She’d flown all the way from Boston to stay in Teufort (although away from most of the town, and with a separate water supply) for a whole week. Scout was excited to see her again, and show her his work. Although he did worry about-

“Hello Scout!”

Oh. My. Friggin’. God.

There was Soldier, talking to his mother, on the couch, and being…well, surprisingly polite. Most mornings, Jeremy was greeted by a “WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG, MAGGOT!” or a “YOU ARE LATE!!”. But today, he decided to. Well, Not Do That.

“Would you like to talk with us?”

What the hell? This was totally out of character! Was he replaced by the BLU Soldier or something? Demo had always said the BLU was “more polite”, but that was probably influenced by their (not-so) secret friendship.

Scout had to do something - out of all the mercs (other than Spy) Soldier was the one he hated the most. They somehow always ended up together, and that somehow always ended in a fistfight, and that always ended in Scout getting pretty beat up (even when he won). And so he marched over there, ready to give that Soldier a piece of his mind.

“Heya, Solly, can we talk? Somewhere else?”

“Of course, private! I will speak to you later, Christine.” 

Oh god. Of course. Soldier was on a first name basis with his ma...how could this get any worse?

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Scout led Soldier to a closet initially intended for extra clothes and supplies, but was now mainly used as storage for the dumb crap the mercs brought in. Except for Scout’s stuff, of course. That was much more important than anything else there.

“Look, dude, I dunno what’s going on with you and my mom, but I don’t like it. I've never seen you act like that to anyone. Not even Pauling. So whatever’s happening…stop it. Just - stop. Put it on pause, or whatever.”

But Scout’s request didn’t seem to have any effect, as Soldier simply stared straight at him and responded; “Well Jeremy, your mother is a very kind and intelligent woman. So I treat her with the utmost respect-”

“OH MY GOD! Look, Solly, that’s what I’m talking about. You’re acting like some politeness parasite infected ya brain and made you, like, some normal guy. Which I don’t want you doing, because - and no offense here - you are unhinged. Like, hinges rusted, fell off and got lost in the Sahara Desert unhinged. And my ma doesn’t need that - she’s already got enough chaos in her life. So just. Cut it out, ok?”

“I-”

“Shut it.”

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Once a petty little hater, always a petty little hater

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A recreation of J.C. Leyendecker’s “Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” for the American Weekly, 19th December, 1948.

Admittedly, I don’t know how to colour over grayscale, so all I can give you is this version. I hope your holidays are a little brighter than this is :]

Original cover under cut!

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HE'S HERE!!!

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POOTIS ENGAGE!

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I had a dream the other night where Spamton and Tenna gave birth to a pipis and it hatched into Jerma in the damn yellow M&M pose.