You know what, this is probably the best outcome we could have hoped for in terms of how the comic and series as a whole could have ended.
It's not nihilistically cynical like that one leak suggested a few years back, nor is it blindly optimistic in it putting up the idea that the glory days are still around. As shown in the story, the original purpose for this entire thing has gone on for so long that it's been diluted into nothing. That doesn't mean it never meant anything to begin with because it did at one point, however, there comes a point where we gotta recognize that the best course of action for everybody is to move on to more promising things in our lives. There will be more games for us to enjoy, even if they're increasingly rarer events. Bitter-sweet and inglorious, yet better than trying to continue whatever stalemate that's been going on for over ten years at this point.
If the Administrator and Zepheniah are representations of the "Community" and "Game" then Saxoton Hale is a representation of the OG Fan who's come back to fix the entire company only to find out he loves the thrill, not the entity himself. So he gives it to whatever janitors remain to have as much fun as he can before he dies with the people he loves. That's probably what the Devs of the original TF2 envisioned the spirit of the franchise all those years back.
Thanks for the memories, you were a good son, real good; maybe even the best.
Except there is no other game like TF2 and there never will be another game that can replicate it. Art isn't replaceable, and watering down TF2 to a "thrill" is insulting; almost as if it were just external stimuli that could be swapped with anything else laying around. We don't treat films and other media like that in society, yet for some odd indiscernible reason video games are made the exception and you're expected to cycle through them like a raccoon scavenging for it's next disposable meal through various dumpsters.
I'm so tired of hearing people say "just move on" to a truly special game like TF2 that's been repeatedly beaten over the last 8+ years by both the company that birthed it and the community that claims to so dearly love it (usually from those that don't have a connection with TF2, how easy for them to say). How can I "move on" when I'm staring
deep into it's black, mangled eyes.
It seems that the bittersweet ending of the 7th comic is making us forget about the abysmal state of the game itself (if only that wasn't the case, if only). While the TF comics have been resolved and the artists / writers have made their peace with the game, Valve the greater entity on the other hand hasn't (no, Valve is not Miss Pauling ffs) and will continue to puppet TF2's dismembered body until the day CS:GO and DOTA 2 are completely and utterly dead with no detectable pulse; torturing it for God knows how long with constant bloat, a broken matchmaking system, a ruined one-of-a-kind artstyle, stripped balancing, and a new community of clueless degenerates that don't have the slightest
fucking idea of how truly wonderful this incredible game used to be.
No, I will not move on; if I'm going to move on, it won't be until the day they put TF2 out of it's misery and I can rest easy knowing it's legacy will not be tarnished any further. In the meantime while we still have it, I can only hope and will even attempt to try myself (c. TF2 Emporium thread) that it recovers to some extent and doesn't have to end on such a depressing note.
It is said that the Administrator and Zepheniah Mann are representations of the community and TF2 itself, but I beg to differ; it's a representation of Valve and post-MYM TF2 with the difference being there was no happy ending; it just, kept,
suffering.
Ranting aside, the 7th comic is wonderful and it just made this one of the best Christmases Smissmases I've ever had and I'm choking up inside just thinking about that ending shot of the mercenaries gathered together at the table. I'm genuinely shocked we actually got it after eight long years and I couldn't have gotten a better present.