Cirkob5477
Well-Known Member
So here I am, stuck in this hell-hole of a city, Ravenholm.
There is some crazy priest who sets traps all over the place, zombies who try to come and eat my brains, blades swinging 'round and 'round, flames spewing all over entrances, wooden walkways, saw blades stuck in walls with zombie halves on top.
Nightmare? Yes.
Fun? Hell yeah.
Grenade toss, magnum round, crossbow shot. Headcrabs flying, trying to bite on my head.
Against the wall, out of ammo except for my gravity gun, crowbar, and SCAR, it's my final stand. Or the zombies', looks more like it.
Last mag, blood spewing, head-munchers flying, corpses falling, I spot a saw blade embedded in a wall.
Stowing the Scar, taking the gravity gun, pulling the blade off the wall, sawing those damn zombies in half with the aid of the trusty "throw" function.
Just another normal day in the world of Half Life.
There is some crazy priest who sets traps all over the place, zombies who try to come and eat my brains, blades swinging 'round and 'round, flames spewing all over entrances, wooden walkways, saw blades stuck in walls with zombie halves on top.
Nightmare? Yes.
Fun? Hell yeah.
Grenade toss, magnum round, crossbow shot. Headcrabs flying, trying to bite on my head.
Against the wall, out of ammo except for my gravity gun, crowbar, and SCAR, it's my final stand. Or the zombies', looks more like it.
Last mag, blood spewing, head-munchers flying, corpses falling, I spot a saw blade embedded in a wall.
Stowing the Scar, taking the gravity gun, pulling the blade off the wall, sawing those damn zombies in half with the aid of the trusty "throw" function.
Just another normal day in the world of Half Life.