CAN YOU IMAGINE. THE SHEER TERROR OF IF BOOMBALL WAS CANON.
You vote for a map and suddenly your gear has been snatched from you, your body changed and morphed into BOOMBOX. Your gear is a BOOMBOX. You HAVE to be Boombox now.
THE HORROR OF BEING BOOMBOX HIMSELF. WONDERING, “AM I REALLY MYSELF ANYMORE, WHEN THERE’S SO MANY CLONES OF ME?”
THROWING AROUND A GIANT FUCKING BALL. AND THE BALL IS BOOMBOX TOO. THE BALL IS SCREAMING IN PAIN BUT ALL THE BANGERS YOU’RE PLAYING DROWN IT OUT
Imagine going into your office job only to find every single person, including you, have been transformed into your semi-annoying coworker Jeff. THAT’S HORRIFYING???




















