why you absolute fucking mongrels think the combine would give a shit about who shags who is so obscenely elementary it hurts
to see that some of yall are still mentally at 2012 step-above-darkrp clockwork interpretations of hl2rp is truly a harrowing omen for the future and imminent demise of...
I also strictly do not believe anyone when they tell me that HL2 needs to be more oppressive when it is very apparent to me that said person does not know the difference between roleplaying oppression and oppressing roleplay.
Yeah, there are just so many roleplayer tropes that have seeped into the very foundation of HL2RP that people have revered it as canonical adherence whenever a server aligns to those tropes. It was like pulling teeth at TnB when I was trying to get people to accept something that was not only...
In extension to the above: The HL2RP tropes endlessly re-churned out, again and again, are not and should not be weighed as something to be adhered to. HL2RP has been going on for 18 years since it was pioneered on HL2 Deathmatch modded servers in 2004 and you still want to regress back to the...
You know, I was always very critical of this map's first version as something I felt was far too distinguished and off from the aesthetics of something I could attribute to being part of the Half-Life setting. Certainly a very subjective opinion, but it was one I held regardless.
In contrast, I...
thank!!!
I’m actually hoping to get involved with a Half-Life fan-zine someone is putting together to help raise money for charity towards the Red Cross’ efforts in Ukraine, and as a Ukrainian-American who writes Half-Life fan-fiction it felt only fitting I tried to toss in my help.
The...
04:03 AM, COMBINE CENTRALIZED TIME
SECTOR 37
SYNTHETIC SPAWNING FIELDS, CITY 433 RE-EDUCATIONAL LABOUR REASSIGNMENT CAMP B9
"Careful," Itzhak warned. "Don't trip."
Itzhak's calloused and wilted hand reached out across the threshold of their small wooden craft, linking arms with Temitope to...
An ambient light wedges itself unto my dark and cushioned capsule as the large door slowly opens outward. The color of the invasive light- that hushed, winter's breath blue against the alien walls of the prison's corridor flushes my eyes with a blur. As they adjust to the sudden exposure to...
Greetings!
Unlike some of the other introductees in this subforum I'll not be participating in the server I'm afraid- That ship has sailed and it won't be coming back:
However, I did want to peep my head in and introduce myself. @Erkor has told me good things despite my decision to remain...
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