Before Killing Floor 2 my life was a black abyss, now everything looks so bright splattered in the blood of undead freaks. When I start to feel the pressure of day to day life, I turn to this game and shooting tiny bald heads brings me the type of comfort only cheesecake can duplicate. Sometimes I feel inadequate compared to my peers, but after flaming a group of Zeds and watching them explode in a giant BOOM, relief and satisfaction wash over me in an awesome wave.

Killing Floor 2 saved my life. Now I'm attractive, popular, successful, happy and rich.

Before Killing Floor 2 my life was a black abyss, now everything looks so bright splattered in the blood of undead freaks. When I start to feel the pressure of day to day life, I turn to this game and shooting tiny bald heads brings me the type of comfort only cheesecake can duplicate. Sometimes I feel inadequate compared to my peers, but after flaming a group of Zeds and watching them explode in a giant BOOM, relief and satisfaction wash over me in an awesome wave. Killing Floor 2 saved my life. Now I'm attractive, popular, successful, happy and rich.