(no subject)
There's a headcrab in the Bar. A goddamn headcrab. And apparently the rules, such as they are, protect the stinking parasite.
This place is insane.
Unfortunately, there's nobody to petition for revocation of the rules in favor of a couple of minutes' worth of sanity, so Gordon pretty much has to fume in silence over the thing's arrival. Fortunately, he's good at turning fuming to useful purposes. That suction cup dart gun he was fooling with the other day gave him some ideas, so he acquired a larger one yesterday and started modifying it in earnest. By this point it needs two hands to shoot, but its range is significantly longer, and its accuracy- well, its accuracy remains to be tested. He's still working on it at the well-lighted table with no overhead rafters and a wall at his back, and he's wearing the HEV suit as he does so. (And cursing the fact that he lost his helmet at Black Mesa, but what can you do.)
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]
This place is insane.
Unfortunately, there's nobody to petition for revocation of the rules in favor of a couple of minutes' worth of sanity, so Gordon pretty much has to fume in silence over the thing's arrival. Fortunately, he's good at turning fuming to useful purposes. That suction cup dart gun he was fooling with the other day gave him some ideas, so he acquired a larger one yesterday and started modifying it in earnest. By this point it needs two hands to shoot, but its range is significantly longer, and its accuracy- well, its accuracy remains to be tested. He's still working on it at the well-lighted table with no overhead rafters and a wall at his back, and he's wearing the HEV suit as he does so. (And cursing the fact that he lost his helmet at Black Mesa, but what can you do.)
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]