Numb!
Yin was straight-up numb!
He raged for two minutes, hopping mad.
If those bouncy twin ponytails didn't have ShuBro, Jada Brooks, and Pineapple dying of laughter, this stream would've crashed.
What a scam!
Yin gritted his teeth, itching to swap his Hatsune Miku model.
But chat and his squad shut it down hard.
"One round, just one!"
Yin snarled:
"Next round, I'm changing, no matter what!"
He stormed to the weapons table and froze.
Per Left 4 Dead 2's setup, this level should have a rifle, shotgun, pistol, and two melee weapons. Pick what you need.
But the table?
Yin only recognized the CrossFire Thor M4A1.
The rest? Sci-fi blasters, magical wands—way cooler than the originals!
"What the heck…"
Yin grabbed a flashlight-looking weapon.
It felt familiar, but he couldn't place it.
Before he could ask chat—
Bzzz!
A green light blade shot out, sharp as heck!
"Holy crap!"
Yin's blood surged, screaming:
"Lightsaber! It's freaking Yoda's!"
Too sick!
No dude, eight or eighty, resists a lightsaber!
Yin swung it, buzzing with power, striking a cool pose:
"May the Force be with you—"
Chat exploded—
"Ohhh!"
"My lightsaber mod's lit!"
"Is that a samurai sword base?"
"Prolly."
"It's dope, but Chu Yin Future holding it? Kinda weird."
"Feels like Darth Vader singing an onion song."
"I'm dying laughing!"
"Game can be unpopular, but not this weird…"
Chat cackled!
Yin's squad thought the mods were nuts, but Left 4 Dead 2 felt…
Way more fun!
Yin, as Chu Yin Future, lightsaber in hand, led the charge, opening the safe house door.
He was pumped to flex that blade!
Clang!
The door bolt hit the floor. Yin strutted out: "Alright, grunts, feel the—"
But a wild roar cut him off!
"Yargh! Charge!"
Huh?
Yin looked up.
Three or five cartoonish grunts in yellow uniforms, hats askew, rushed him, snarling!
"What the—!"
Yin didn't get it, but his instincts kicked in.
He gripped the lightsaber, took a stance, and bellowed: "Bring it!"
He swung high, slicing a semicircle—
Snap!
The lead grunt's head rolled, body dropping!
Yin spun, slashing two more in half, blood spraying!
In seconds, he mowed down the pack!
Then it clicked—these were modded zombie models!
"This is…"
Yin stared at his lightsaber, then the fallen grunts, and hollered:
"Freaking awesome!"
So dope!
It'd been half a week since he felt this melon-chopping rush!
Fearless Sniper's clunky mess had soured him, but this?
Pure, reckless slashing!
With these wacky mods and a vibe that hit deep, Yin wanted to crown Left 4 Dead 2 the GOAT!
His hands shook with hype!
One thought:
Who am I? Where am I? I just wanna slay!
Chat went wild—
"Bloodline activated!"
"Chinese sword stance with a lightsaber? I'm dead, haha!"
"Action hero archetype: 'If I had this, I'd have won every war!'"
"This is so unhinged, where do I even start?"
"Chu Yin Future fighting cartoon grunts? Like a knife to the butt—mind blown!"
"JK skirt, Chinese heart!"
"Neon style, patriot soul, haha!"
"This is too much, I'm cackling!"
"Boss is glowing with joy."
"This is gaming—fun to watch!"
"Way better than Fearless Sniper's stream."
"That stream was gold 'cause Yin was a riot, not the game."
"1+2 mode muted the boss."
"Call him Comrade Chu Yin Future now!"
Slashing left, right, from city gates to coastal roads!
Corpses piled up—nothing stopped Chu Yin Future's lightsaber!
Yin didn't hack blindly.
The lightsaber was a blast, and mowing down cartoonish grunts pumped his adrenaline.
But this level had a goal.
In Death Center's final map, Yin's squad needed eight gas cans from the mall, hauled to the first floor to fuel a sports car for a zombie-tide escape.
After searching, Yin snagged the first can.
But as he headed downstairs, his HUD flashed—
They are coming
"Zombie tide!"
Yin tensed—he knew this warning.
"Got painkillers? Need a health boost."
He'd melee'd the whole way, not firing his Thor M4A1, leaving his health at half.
A medkit here felt wasteful, so he wanted painkillers to tank the tide.
The squad rummaged.
"Got some," ShuBro said, tossing a bottle from her Akali model:
"Found it in the men's room urinal. Make do."
Yin groaned: "Why'd you say that? Could've lied!"
He rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottle.
Zombie howls echoed—time was tight.
But glancing at the label, Yin saw: Brain Damage Movie.
"Screw this…"
He gritted his teeth:
"After this, I'm vetting these mods!"
Yin chugged the pills, health spiking, feeling like he traded IQ for HP.
No time to gripe—
Boom!
An explosion roared behind him!
"And his name is—"
"John Cena!!!"
…
Ding, ding, lights on!
WWE's John Cena theme blared!
Winter Melon heard Leo Parker, sniping from above, yell:
"Holy crap, Mel! Run! John Cena's coming!"
Mel spun around as the music closed in fast!
"What the—!"
A two-meter-tall John Cena zombie charged!
Before Mel could react, Cena hoisted him up and slammed him down!
Bang!
Chat cheered—
"Ohhh!"
"Mel's down again, haha!"
"Cena's got beef with him."
"That suplex is wild!"
"Mel's no loser, felled by Cena."
"Who made this dumb mod? I'll add the soundtrack!"
"Teletubbies Mel versus Cena? Insane."
"Chat's mods are blackout-level weird."
"Cena KO'ing Teletubbies? WWE ratings gold."
Unlike Yin's clueless squad, Eggplant's crew was glued to Left 4 Dead 2 since the Creative Workshop dropped, swapping mods every few rounds!
This time, they loaded the day's hottest mods, including a Teletubbies skin for all four!
Seeing each other's models, they nearly passed out laughing.
Modded enemies—like John Cena zombies—made it wilder!
Eggplant, Leo Parker, and Jax Black watched from scaffolding as Cena pummeled Mel's Teletubby below, cackling.
"Dang! That slam!"
"Mel's antenna's bent, haha!"
"So brutal, man…"
They talked smack but moved fast.
Leo and Jax, with more health, climbed down, diving into the zombie tide to save Mel.
Eggplant, low on health, stayed high, sniping.
Their goal: restore elevator power on the first floor to reach the safe house.
The generator's noise drew zombie waves, so they held their ground, fending off hordes.
As power ticked up, zombies surged—30, 50, 100, 200…
"Holy—!"
Eggplant, perched high, gaped at the endless horde stretching to the horizon, pupils shrinking in terror!
The blood-red sunset lit the ruined city, smoke and flames rising.
Zombies flooded like waves, crashing toward their lone building—an island in chaos!
Leo, Jax, and Mel, fighting below, were a boat clinging to it!
The desperate vibe shook Eggplant!
"I'm done! Got any meds?!"
Jax, pinned by zombies, swapped his rifle's mag, yelling:
"I'm out of health!"
"Nope!"
Leo, on a car roof, blasted a blue-fire Gatling, his voice barely cutting through:
"Mel! Got meds?"
"Got a medkit!"
Mel, by the taxi, smashed a zombie with his AA12 shotgun, its dragon breath turning grunts into bloody fireworks:
"But we can't stop to use it!"
"Crap—I'm down!"
Jax collapsed, health critical, swarmed by zombies.
Things went south!
Leo's heart sank.
Their rotation firing had barely held.
Now, with Jax down, he and Mel couldn't last long!
"Mel! Jax's out! Pull him up! I've got you!"
Leo spun his Gatling, sweeping a circle:
"Argh!"
Mel slid over the taxi's hood, blasting a zombie off Jax with his pistol, reaching to help—
But then—
"What you doin'—Haha, ouch!"
A chilling voice zipped from afar to right behind Mel!
"What the—!"
A gray-overalled, middle-parted figure flashed in, tackling Mel!
Dynamic music hit—
"Random pop song—Bop!—Random pop song—Bop!"