Fuck yea they should. I was SO PUMPED UP when I saw it on the front page, I was looking forward to joining. I was gonna have so much fun. Me and my friends would play all night beating up the scrubs and climbing up the ranks to victory. I say my friends, but I really just mean random people I meet online. I quite like them, and they're really good people. They haven't ever seen my face before, and I haven't ever seen their's (except for Joseph, ha what a lad). I mean, I don't really have a house, I just live with my parents. To be honest I don't really know if they know I'm here anymore. I haven't seen them for weeks at a time at some points. I just eat food after they've gone to bed and don't really shower at all. None of my online friends know this, of course, they think I'm a cool guy with a gf and social life. It's gotten to the point where I made a fake facebook account just to create the illusion that I'm a different, more successful person. I keep up with the sports they like when really I have no interest but I feel like I need to fit in. They think that I'm really good at football when I've never played the game in my life, I just spent sixteen hours reading everything about it just in order to get them to like me. I don't know if it works, I still have that nagging feeling in the back of my head that they all think I'm stupid and can see straight through my disguise, but I've done such a good job of keeping myself private. No body's taken a picture of me in close to nine years now, the only social media I use is reddit and I alternate accounts frequently. Some day I dream of being the person they think I am. I know that at some point they're going to want to meet me in real life. I know that can never happen, because they'll see me for the disgusting human being I am. The warmth of the sun hitting my skin and the feeling of sand between my toes is just a distant memory now. I'm morbidly obese, sitting on my computer most of the time and it's a matter of time before my body gives up. I'll never love someone, I'll never have a job, I'll never retire, and I'll die a virgin. I try not to think about that, because it makes me depressed more than anything. Whenever I feel sad I just boot up TF2 and start playing with my friends, and I always feel happy straight away. It's like the light at the end of the tunnel. I know that these people can bring me up when they're down, and that they like me. But it's not me, it's the person I've created. They think they're talking to someone else, someone that doesn't exist, someone that doesn't spend the few hours they're not playing video games browsing reddit and 8chan, someone who isn't living in their parent's basement, someone who isn't destroying their body, someone who isn't clinically depressed. I spend my nights crying myself to sleep. I think I need help. But I just want to end it all.

But apart from that, yea it looked liked fun, looking forward to the future stress tests.