Fatal Flaw/Defect: In a world such as the one Dashwood is forced to live in, he is often forced to face most things alone, never being in the company of friends for very long because of transfers or trouble with Civil Protection, or just losing them in a crowd of faces. So he usually finds himself traversing City 18's streets alone. He doesn't see becoming a part of an organized resistance as helping this in anyway, because in his view, the Universal Union is too powerful for a rag-tag resistance to take on, and would find any contributions to a resistance useless in practice.
CID: 61637
Physical Description: Stands at approximately five feet, ten inches. His City 18 uniform is freshly issued, with little to no imperfections (as of his arrival). He appears heavily malnourished from the lack of nutrition common among most citizens of the HL2 world. Despite these troubles, his voice is relatively light-heartened. He's clean shaven, and his face appears weathered, but not old or wrinkled, possibly from the standard living on a Combine-controlled planet. His eye color is pale brown, his hair is cut relatively short, and is a dark brown color.
Spoiler for Voice Referance:
Sounds and acts similar to this guy, best samples are 9:41-10:00, 10:53, and 13:45 onward.
Mental State: Relatively mentally sound, atleast in practice. The constant consumption of Breen's water over the years have caused him to forgot some, but relatively little, details. Seems to notably take the more risk-riddled path, in the hopes that the outcome, if in his favor, will be better.
Physical State: Malnourished. Wound on abdominal region sustained from a single shot from a USP match, has been treated and is healing nicely, but still causes minor pain and discomfort.
Background: (short version)
Spoiler for Back Story Within:
Will do later
Strengths - Skills/Traits: Can usually always be depended on to crack a joke or poke fun at the situations he or others find themselves in. At the same time, he is still a competent human being that can focus on the task at hand.
Weaknesses: Tends to reflect more on his past mistakes rather than his past accomplishments. Quick to voice his opinion in most cases.
Mannerisms: Tends to settle in well with other citizens, often acting playfully sarcastic or poking fun. Around Civil protection units of lower rank he's about the same way, but still acts competent and answers questions fully and without pause. Around higher ranking Civil Protection, he tends to often keep interaction to a minimal.
What happened when the bug occurred? On both the civilian and the police Ford Victoria, when trying to enter the car through the drivers side to get in the driver seat, it displays the message to turn on the engine with R, but you don't actually get in the car. The only way to get in so far that I've discovered is to crouch, look at the door behind the drivers side and press E, and it puts me in the drivers seat.
What was supposed to happen? I would press E on the driver side door and get in the drivers side.
Picture/Console Errors:
Spoiler for Hiden:
Message received when trying to get in through the drivers side, and pressed E twice and got the same message but didn't actually get in the car.
About where you have to aim in order to get in the driver side of the car.
Additional: If it helps with improving the car as a whole, the car is a little sensitive when turning while driving straight and trying to do small adjustments, and the tires are a little slippery.
So I've noticed that for smuggling, you can only use the Mule for smuggling, which in turn makes it fairly obvious to law enforcement if you're driving around in a Mule. With this upgrade, the amount of vehicles capable of smuggling is expanded. Now not all vehicles would be capable of this upgrade, it would still be a small amount of vehicles that would be able to smuggle. Cars like the Mini-van, Mustang, maybe a couple of low-end sports car etc.
What happened when the bug occurred? So, I dropped my gov. radio as a paramedic, the game showed a hint that I could get a new one from a police locker. I went to the Nexus and, upon clicking on the locker, I was given a hint saying that I wasn't a goverment offical (or something along those lines.)
What was supposed to happen? I was supposed to get a radio from the locker, I would assume.
Current location: Unknown, on a train bound towards City 45
Accent: English
Clothing and/or protective armour:
Head: None
Torso: Standard Citizen-issued Denim fatigue jacket Standard Citizen-issued White cotton/polyester collared shirt Standard Undergarments
Pants: Standard Citizen-issued Pair of denim fatigue slacks
Shoes: Pair of standard issue leather work boots
Character information: A calm character in most situations, quick to anger and hard-skinned. Not to be considered someone who shares emotions frequently. (More work)
Character background: (Working on)
Mental good and/or bad skills:
Good - Mentally sane - Cool head under pressure.
Bad - Quick to anger - Hardskinned, hardly talks about emotional distress
Physical good and/or bad skills:
Good - Well built, well, for someone in a Combine-controlled region - Hair.
Bad - Malnourished, not stronger then an average CP.
Character look-a-like image:
Spoiler for Hiden:
Minus the ODST armor, of course.
Character fitting music and/or song:
Spoiler for Hiden:
Fitting, eh?
Weaponry: - None
Equipment: - None
Known authorized items: - Nada
Credits to Statua for the guide on standard clothing
Spoiler for Hiden:
Obviously, this'll require some work, but I just thought I'd get a foundation going.
I used a clip from one of my favorite Rooster Teeth: Animated Adventures (Signs and Shotguns to be exact). This is my first released SFM video, and thought I'd upload it, since its the only project I've fully completed. Critism is appreciated, by the way.
Steam Name: Darkshifter98 Age: 14 How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): About a year and a half How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: A year
Character Section
Authorization(s): Poison Headcrab model
Name: UU.NECROTIC.34370 Age: N/A Gender: Male Affiliation: Combine
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations. 34370 was made just like his other brothers and sisters, he was a form of genetic manipulation of the regular headcrab. After being “born”, so to speak, he was placed within a container, where he grew from being fed nutrients that the Universal Union provided. When he reached maturing age, his container opened, and a large, metallic claw reached down and grabbed him. He squirmed in its grip, letting out pained squeaks as the claw kept a firm grip on him as it began to ascend. He saw his brothers and sisters one by one being grabbed and lifted by the giant, metallic claws. The claws moved in a straight line, taking the headcrabs through the citadel. The claws up ahead began to drop the “Venom Headcrabs” as they were referred to as, into a square hole with white light coming out of it. 34370 continued to squirm, thinking that where ever he was being taken to was his doom. The claw hovered over the hole, and dropped him inside. He landed in a heap amongst his many brothers and sisters. His six tiny eyes scanned the room they were in, it was a bright white room, with tall figures with gas-masks on watching them. 34370 clambered to his feet, looking around at the figures, he made a loud warning hiss towards them, narrowing his six eyes as he bent down, ready to leap up at them. The figures were looking at each other, nodding, and speaking in a language unknown to him. One of the figures reached forward with its pair of hands, but not before 34370 let out a loud attacking squeak, and leapt up towards the figure. He clambered onto it’s chest, biting down with his fangs as he released his venom into the figures blood stream. The figure fell backwards, it yelled out in the language that 34370 didn’t understand, and he felt another pair of hands grab onto him, pulling him off the figure. Two other figures came to the one he leapt on, pulling out strange objects and sticking them in his arms and such. The figure who picked him up wore a strange material on its hands, it dropped him into a small, glass cage. Alone and frightened, 34370 scratched at the glass, hissing at the figures as they tapped information into their data pads. He saw the figures nodding to each other as they worked, typing into their data pads furiously. They all gave each other a final nod, before one of them pressed a glowing green button on his cage. A metallic claw ascended from above, quickly snatching him and bringing him back up, he squirmed in its grip, squeaking as he was carried away from his brothers and sisters. He heard a robotic voice above him “NECROTIC, Three-Four-Three-Seven-Oh, STATUS: Healthy, returning to storage.” it said in a monotone voice. The claw carried him through the citadel, and started to descend back to his designated container, it stopped just as it was about to drop 34370 in, he squirmed around in the claws grip, only to feel a sharp burning on his inner leg, he let out a loud pained squeal as whatever was burning him kept pushing on his inner leg, the burning then suddenly stopped, and he was set back gently into his container, closing the lid above him as it ascended, and disappeared. Although 34370 didn’t know it, the burning sensation was actually a machine imprinting his digits into his inner leg. 34370 lay down on his side, still hurting from the burn, closing his six eyes as he drifted into sleep.
He awoke with a start as a siren wailed above him, and a yellow light bathed his compartment. He looked up, only to see the metallic claw descend, and snatch him from his container, lifting him up into the air. He squirmed and squeaked, but couldn’t wiggle lose of the claws grip. He heard the robotic voice echoing through out the citadel as he was carried. “NECROTIC, Three-Four-Three-Seven-Oh, scheduled for immediate injection.” It said once again in a monotone voice. He heard the digits of his brothers and sisters being called out as they were carried over a large wall, it contained racks of un-launched headcrab shells. The claw started to pivot, so that 34370‘s fangs faced one of the empty shells. He squealed as he was stuffed into the pod. Before even thinking to climb out, he felt the flesh of one of his brethren being pushed against him, he felt more and more weight pushed against him as the claws stuffed more of his brothers into the pod, the shell then let out a hiss and went dark. The shell soon filled with squeaks and squeals as the shell ascended into the citadel’s launching bay. After a short time, there was another hiss as they were quickly shoved forward, into one of the launching ports. All was silent except for the occasional hisses as another shell was shoved into a launching port. He started to hear beeping ring out in his shell, beeping at one second intervals. Eventually, it got louder, and upon getting at its loudest crescendo, a sudden sense of vertigo was felt as a loud explosion like noise propelled them through the air. His brothers squealed and squeaked in fear as they soared through the air. 34370 merely shut his six, tiny eyes. Awaiting the end.
After what felt like an eternity, the headcrab canister started to dip downwards, and a few moments later, hit the ground with a loud crash, a soft hissing noise was heard amongst the silence as the back of the pod opened, his brothers scrambled out, quickly scampering away, into parts unknown. 34370 climbed out last, the smell of smoke filled the air as he landed on a cracked concrete road, his canister left a large indent in the ground. He put his front legs forward, stretching his back, similar as how a cat would. He then crawled slowly over to a small green sign, it read “Beles Town”.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects? Perks +Role Playing as a poison headcrab +Possible chance of being domesticated (If de-fanged and the poison is some how removed or quelled) +Being a poison headcrab, it can use its venom as a defense mechanism
Defects -Being a lone headcrab, humans or other wildlife could easily kill him -Cannot talk, or communicate (atleast in English) -Cannot carry items, unless given some kind of pack (wouldn’t really need one anyway though)
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? I would hope to improve RP in the Outlands by adding either some fear Rp, as I could easily frighten someone with my spider-like appearance. I would also try to make RP interesting by using my defense mechanism, the venom, to probably induce medical RP if someone were bitten(Using my venom would be a last resort kind of thing, as no one has an HEV suit, and you need an antidote in order to be saved from death, to my knowledge). If domesticated, I would probably go around trying to feed on people, but being de-fanged, I would eventually have to come to the realization that I can no longer feed on humans, and must find an alternative food source, such as melons.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) Nope
Which server does this apply for? Outlands
Extra Notes (optional): Upon exiting the headcrab shell, 34370 is considered hostile and no longer UU, so he would fight against Combine personnel, as well as humans (Unless if he’s domesticated by humans). He would keep his UU name until he is domesticated, IF he is domesticated. Also, I wasn’t quite sure if poison headcrabs were a form of genetic manipulation or just regular Xen wildlife, and since poison headcrabs are never seen in Xen during HL1, I just went with the genetic manipulation thing.
(// I made this story out of boredom, and it doesn't affect current Outlands or City canon in anyway... atleast for now )
The final stand An unknown Stadium covered in overgrowth, somewhere in Eastern Europe Unknown date
Boone stood on the edge of the stage, in the middle of the flickering spotlight, he held his spas 12 in his right hand, the barrel pointing at the stage. He assumed that Alliance had already got the refugees far away enough from the stadium. He walked out of the spotlight, behind the torn remains of the curtain. He walked behind a small piece of machinery. It controlled everything from the song playing to opening the top of the stadium. He pushed a lever forward, and he heard the loud creaking of gears overhead, he looked up, and saw the night sky pouring into the darkness of the stadium. The gears stopped with a loud creek, before the stadium went silent one again. Boone let out a long breath through his mouth, which came back at him under his olive drab OTA Elite helmet. When Alliance was evacuating the refugees, they said someone had to stay behind, or the Overwatch Transhuman Arm would be all over them in a matter of seconds. His friend, Zak Grant, had originally volunteered, Boone decided that he would have to take the sacrifice and stay. He told Zak he would stay, after a bit of an argument, he managed to convince Zak to go with his friends in Alliance and protect the refugees in the convoy. But Overwatch wasn’t his only problem, under the stadium was an Antlion nest, and the stadium had been shelled, meaning headcrabs would be about, and surely Overwatch would come to check out the commotion. It was not the place to be. However, with the headcrabs and zombies coming to the stadium to see the light show, Overwatch coming because they think refugees will be here, and Antlions coming because it will piss them off, it will be the perfect distraction. Boone looked to his left and right, before activating something he called “The master button” which activated the song, lights, and fireworks. Boone walked out back to the center of the stage, in the flickering spotlight. The song started slow, and Boone almost remembered it from somewhere. He lifted his shotgun up against his chest, holding the barrel with his left hand, and stood while the song started to begin. He looked into the night sky, and remembered the song from his youth. Metallica, Turn the page. Now he would die listening to it as an adult. The song began to get faster, and he saw his first guests. Antlions burrowed out of the ground, snarling angrily.
Boone pumped his shotgun, standing in the flickering spotlight, waiting for the Antlions to make their move. He saw a dark, bug-like figure fly through the air in front of him, he raised his spas 12, and fired just as the creature entered the light of the spotlight, landing in a heap behind him. As the Antlions continued to climb out of the ground, the ones not in the ground sprung forward with wings fluttering. He aimed his shotgun upwards, firing into the air at the flying creatures. They fell down all around him, legs and heads torn apart by the shotgun’s blast. He began to back up as the Antlions started to crawl up onto the stage, squeaking at him angrily, he heard a different kind of squeak behind him, and turned to see a headcrab springing towards him. Boone lashed out with the butt of his shotgun, smacking the little abomination to the side, it let out a pained squeak. Before it could do anything else, Boone raised his shotgun and blew it to pieces, he turned back to the Antlion’s surrounding him on the stage. He started firing into the small crowd of Antlions on the stage, blowing Antlion blood and grey matter on the stage floor. He started backing up deeper into the stage, shooting Antlions out of the air, when he heard a single moan, it then turned to two, then four, then ten. Then howls started to ring out in the stadium, and loud screeches as a fast zombie jumped out of the wave of Antlions, screeching as it flew through the air towards Boone. The creature landed in front of him, letting out a loud screech as it lunged forward, Boone put his spas 12 between it and him, he jabbed the barrel into what was left of its stomach. He pulled the trigger as blood shot out of its back, it still stood, disoriented. Three Antlions jumped onto the stage, snarling as they charged towards Boone and the zombie. Boone brought his foot back, giving a swift kick as he pushed the zombie towards the three Antlions. They stopped, clawing and biting at what was left of the zombie. He aimed his shotgun, pulling the trigger until the Antlions and the zombie stopped moving, lying in a bloody heap on the stage. Boone advanced to the edge of the stage, and saw the floor below covered in a sea of Antlions, zombies, and headcrabs, all fighting amongst each other. He was about to start picking off enemies in the crowd, when he heard vocoded voices behind him and a banging on one of the doors backstage. Boone turned, yelling “Fight amongst yourselves!” Before running off back stage, where he could hear a beeping coming from one of the doors. The beeping beeped faster and faster. Boone unclipped a grenade from his belt, rolling it in front of the door just before the door was blown off its hinges. Four Overwatch units walked through the door, the first one looked down at the beeping grenade at its feet. “<:: Bouncer, bouncer!” It yelled, it started to turn around but its comrades were blocking the door way. The grenade exploded, blowing the four units apart. He grinned under his helmet, running back out towards the stage, where the Antlions and zombies have started fighting on the stage. He raised his shotgun, firing into the crowd, he took a step forward with each shot, driving them back into the seats. He heard a click come from his shotgun, and cursed as he threw it to the ground, and unslinged his MP7. By now the song has gone into a fast crescendo. Boone fired into the crowd of zombies and Antlions. He heard something above him, and saw a dropship hover above the stadium. He then saw a rope fly down in front of the stage, and out came unit after unit rappeling down, firing down into the crowd of Antlions and zombies.
Boone started to retreat back towards the curtain again. By now they had cleared a small patch in the crowd so they could land on the ground without being overcome by the sea of monsters. Boone aimed up, firing his MP7 in bursts. Unit after unit went limp and fell off the rope, landing in a heap on the ground below. Boone started hearing a kind of hissing coming out of the army of Antlions, and saw three Antlions fly through the air, a sniper round rang through the stadium, and penetrated through one of the Antlions, it exploded into a green, gooey mess,raining down on the zombies and Antlions below. The two remaining ones landed on the stage in front of him, they were blue in color, and looked much different then the Antlions he had been fighting. One of them let out a hostile hiss, and launched a glob of acid towards him, Boone jumped back, and watched as the acid burned through the stage. Boone raised his MP7, firing bursts into both of the Antlions, dispatching them quickly. They then started flying towards him, accompanied by the regular, green variant. Boone raised his MP7 into the air, when the fireworks started to activate during the song, they flew through the fireworks, bursting into flames. They hit the ground hard, scrambling on their backs as the fire slowly killed them. Boone held his MP7 at his hip, firing up into the Antlions flying towards the stage, some flew past him as they burst into flames from the launching fireworks. He saw three of the doors in the seats burst open, and saw Overwatch pouring out of them like ants, firing into sea of Antlions and zombies. Boone aimed his weapon down, firing his MP7 at the hip, into the sea mixed with Antlions, zombies, and Overwatch. Zombies began to climb onto the stage, letting out moans and smelling of death. Boone started to back up, firing his MP7 into them as they climbed up, falling back into the seats. He heard a moan behind him, and turned to see a zombies claws raised, he howled in pain as the zombie brought its claws down across his chest, leaving a giant, red and angry scratch down it. Boone jabbed his MP7 into the zombies chin, pulling the trigger as grey matter splattered on the stage, the headcrab slid off the zombie, limp as it flopped onto the ground. The remains of the host fell back, its face frozen in a permanent scream. He turned back, firing at the horde of zombies on the stage. Some started falling forward as Overwatch started firing at them. With his back against the curtain, he continued to fire at the mob of zombies continuing to advance towards him in a slow stagger. His MP7 made a loud clicking noise, Boone threw it to the floor without comment, quickly unholstering his USP match, he held it one handed as his left arm hung by his side, he continued firing into the crowd of zombies, pulling the trigger as fast as he could. The crack of a Sniper rifle rang through the stadium, Boone nearly fell to his knees when the bullet penetrated his side. He leaned on the boxes that littered the stage, he began to sidestep behind the curtain, firing towards the flickering light, knowing enemy’s would be in that general direction. Another crack rang through the stadium, and Boone fell onto his side as another bullet went through his ankle. He rolled onto his back, holding his pistol in his right hand, he used his left arm to push himself further back behind the curtain, lifting his back to further drag himself. He was in a last stand position. Blood poured out of his side and leg, and the cut on his chest wasn’t looking well either. The finale of the song was starting, with the guitar solo ringing through out the stage. He backed up until he was against the curtain, resting as he reached it, his pistol aimed down the corridor. “Here I goooo, yeah, yeaaah!” rang through out the stage as the final guitar solo commenced. He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a small cylinder with a big red button on the top. “Here I go, yeah!” He held it in his left hand as the lyrics rang out. He put his finger on the button as the sound of Overwatch gear approached. “There I go woah, wooooah!” A squad of Overwatch units appeared at the other end of the corridor, approaching Boone quickly as the lyrics rang out again. “<:: Affirmative, we got him now.” One radioed. It stopped in front of him, noticing the detonator in his hand. “<:: Shit!” It yelled, starting to panic. “There I goooo!” The lyric rang out, Boone pressed his finger on the button, it began to beep, and all he would need to do is release. The final few notes started to play. “Astalvesta.. baby..” Boone spit out. The song started to quiet down, as “And I’m gone...” rang out quietly through the stage among the sound of the guitar. Boone let go of the button as the lyrics rang out, the stadium was filled with a bright light as the explosives were set off, filling the stadium with a ball of flame, killing everyone inside.
Zak Grant brought up the rear of the convoy, his OSIPR held in his arms. He turned as “And I’m gone...” rang out behind him in the stadium. He stood for a few more moments on the top of a hill, where a good look of the stadium was seen. He jumped as the stadium exploded into a ball of flame. Everyone in the convoy stopped, turning around to see the explosion, everyone looked at the ground, coming to the conclusion that no one could have survived the explosion. Zak stood silent, staring at the fiery remains of the stadium. He felt a hand grip his shoulder, and turned to see a member of Alliance and friend, Dave Woods, looking out at the explosion as it settled. He gave him a pat on the shoulder, before walking back down the hill. The convoy started to move again. Zak took one last look, before turning back and following the convoy, away from the massive graveyard.
The spotlight stood by a few wires. the wires hung from a few twist bits of metal. The stadium was in ruin, pieces of the dome hanging, and eventually falling with a loud bang, before making the stadium silent again. The spotlight flickered, and among the rubble, and among the bodies, was an olive drab Overwatch Elite helmet. It lay in the light of the spotlight, the light from the spotlight reflecting off the damaged optic. The helmet lay on perfectly straight, waiting for its next owner, or perhaps, its previous owner.
So, I bought TD2 on Steam after getting in game, the window isn't full screen, and I'm unsure how to make it fullscreen, I'm not sure if this is how you play TDU2 or something, but, the next problem. When I try to log in, it says I have to create an Atari.com profile, I enter in my nickname (Darkshifter98) and the profile name (Darkshifter98 (lol)) and then I enter the password that I use for Atari.com and it says that the atari profile doesn't excist. So, what do I do?
I've been trying to look for tutorials for modeling ragdolls for source with Blender 2.5, but I haven't had so much luck with it, as the things I keep finding are either outdated or are simply for "People who know their way around Blender" in which, I don't. So if you have any tips or anything, I'd appreciate it if you could help. Thanks.
So I joined HL2RP city, and instead of openaura loading as usual, it gave me the intro you get when you join the server for the first time, asking the questions you have to answer to get in the server, upon answering them correctly, I found out my CCA unit and my Vortigaunt were banned from the server. As far as I know, I didn't do anything to provoke them into getting banned. I wasn't sure if this went in the PK appeal so... if this could be looked into that would be wonderful.
(// Must of this is going to be a in a third person perspective, along with a few snips of first person journal stuff, if you have the journal IC, pretend that all the third person stuff is written in a first person perspective) *If someone were to search Mike Boone’s jacket, they would find a journal with a large, red “7“ painted on the front cover, inside the journal are entries upon entries of his experiences in City 7 as well as the mysterious Outlands... and where ever else his story may take him*
Chapter 1: The chronicles of City 7
Day 1: Arrival
2015
Location: On a train, speeding towards nowhere... or so they thought
What were these clothes he was wearing? Whats happening? Why is this masked man grabbing him? “Where are you taking me!?†The white masked man said nothing, and instead shoved him on to a train, where he saw his mother being taken to another train. Mike Boone stood up, but before anything could be done, the door to the train closed, leaving him trapped inside. He banged on the door, trying to escape the train in order to save his mother, but there was nothing he could do, the train was already leaving the station. Mike let tears run down his face as he had a silent last final goodbye with his mother, and watched as she became smaller and smaller, until she was no longer visible. He sighed sorrowfully, taking an empty seat nearby, he then put his head in his arms and cried. It was not long before a man about 28 stood next to him, holding the pole to steady himself as the train sped to its unknown destination. He looked down at the crying man and asked in sad voice himself “Whats wrong?†Mike looked up at the slightly older man and replied “My mom... she’s gone...†He then looked forward with a sad look upon his face and said “Me too, kid, me too...†They both remained silent for a time, when the 28 year old said “So whats your name?†Mike looked up at him, and with tears still visible in his eyes, said “Boone... Mike Boone†The man gave a smile and said “Weird, my name is Mike, too, except its Daring, Mike Daring.†Boone smiled and said “What a stroke of luck.†Boone then looked at Daring with a serious look and said “Where do you think they’re taking us?†Daring looked forward again, not meeting his gaze and said “I don’t know, Boone, I just don’t know...†They continued the duration of the trip in silence, awaiting what may be their final destination...
...But it wasn’t. The train slowed to a stop at a station similar to the one they had left, and Boone looked up at Daring, showing fear on his face. “What else have they got left to do to us?†Boone nodded, understanding what he was saying, and stood up. Unlike Daring, Boone didn’t have a suitcase, so all he had were the clothes on his back, and an empty journal he took from his drawer shortly before leaving his home to see the ruins of his hometown. They left the train together, and stared in awe at the as they left the train station, to find what was their new home. City 7.
“We just arrived in a place their calling “City 7“, I don’t understand whats happening, and I miss Mom and Dad...†-Part of journal entry 1 of Mike Boone’s journal
The Portal Storms raged across the Earth, (and still do according to Marc Laidlaw)
Occording to the wiki on the seven hour war, portal storms is the thing that allowed the Combine to get to earth, and even after the seven hour, it is said portal storms still happen. So I was wondering if this would be possible on both the City and the Outlands. It would make for intresting events. Incase you don't believe me, scroll down to the "Battle" section of the article and read the first sentence: http://half-life.wikia.com/wiki/Seven_Hour_War
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Message received when trying to get in through the drivers side, and pressed E twice and got the same message but didn't actually get in the car.
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