We are the Demofolk

Long before the ages of Team Fortress, there was only us. We were the very first to enter the lands of 2fort, and there we populated. For years, it was only us and our parents. After a terrible incident between with them, we were forced to exile and live amongst what we could scavenge. Now, we live in the 'parking lot' of 2fort. We are...

Demobutt, the main commander of the Demofolk.

Demoboob, the co-commander of the Demofolk.

Demofart, the drunkest of the Demofolk.

Democrotch, the most determined of the Demofolk.

Demowing, the only sister of the Demofolk.

and Demodick, the long lost brother. We lost him in the exile from our parents, and he hasn't been seen since.

With the intelligence as our last meaning to live, we guard it with all our strength and beer, making sure not a single enemy lays a finger upon it. Even as an army of as low as two, we will strive and coordinate attacks that even a medic heavy pair can't withstand. We even adapt to new surroundings. On Hightower, we sprout silky parachutes and arm ourselves with jumpers, to fly around like spiders out of an eggsac.

Although we are strong, army or not, we too have weaknesses. For example, from years of inexposure to the sun, we have adapted an intolerance to sunlight. On 2fort, we're limited to where we can roam, always traveling in the sewers or 'parking lot' (years before the war, we set up an 'invisible sun barrier.') When blessed with crits, however, we can survive the sunlight temporarily until they wear off. The weakness stated may seem opposite to ideal in hightower, but our parachute adaptation provides a natural sunlight protection.

No matter how hard you try,
nobody will EVER overcome the Demofolk.