It’s like crack, baby!
Half-Life 2 has sucked me into it’s sweet, dark embrace.
Food, sleep, family… all secondary to this new temptress.
Well, that’s not excatly true… but it’s damn close. I spent about 12 hours playing it this weekend. Man… I LOVE this game! I must be near the end… maybe… hell, I have no idea what’s next.
All I know is that lying bitch said there would be a box of rocket ammo on the other side of the courtyard. How about telling me WHERE on the other side!
The striders keep coming and I CANT FIND THE FUCKING BOX!!!
*pant* *pant*
Ok… better now.
I’ll try to find the damn box again tonight.
or tomorrow….
1Heh… definately tomorrow!
I work graveyard tonight, so I have to go to bed right when I get home. Tomorrow though… I’m gonna get a few hours of quality HL time in before I crash.
That ammo box will be mine!
2So, you get it now?
3I found the box.
Of course, by then I had gotten inventive and figured out a way to drop all the striders on that level without it.
The kids at Valve are pretty proud of that perticular beast… as I keep running into them, and rocket ammo seems to be at a premium.
4coolness! I’d ask, but I don’t want you to spoil it for me.
Enjoy the day and GET STUFFED (in the positive sense)!!! Give Eddie my regards as well.
Bugs
5