joe moter
Radio Bob Approved
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You would hate this goddamn frogs too if you knew what they did to me.Everyone treats them as all knowing beings of pure knowledge- they are always morally correct they say.
Don't get me wrong, I hate the Combine, those space invaders that flipped our world upside down while forcing us into little oppression cubes called cities.
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend" - Sun Zhu
I'm close to sure Sun Zhu said that, I'd love to get a copy of Art of War, but most literature is outlawed.
Why I hate Vortigaunts?
I'm in my bomb shelter, its obvious some form of Armageddon- the devil sent up his warriors from hell to torture all of Gods children. The Vortigaunts, headcrabs, and other hellish monstrosities come from the sky, infecting the earth.
My wife hears somebody scream outside
"Heeelp! ... Help me!" screams a random person
"We need to save them Duke!- we can't just-" says Mildred
"Midred, we cannot save them- we only have enough rations for about a year-" I say
"They are going to die, we could never forgive ourselves for this!" loudly says Mildred
"We- imagine what could be following him- a pack of those devils- or worse!" I say
The shelter hatch opens up- a mangled corpse laid on the ground ... By the time my wife saw the corpse she had ran and tripped on the ground, the Vortigaunt was charging something green up some sort of demonic spell.
Mildred had died.
When that disgusting feral Vortiguant was distracted, I pulled out my double barrel shotgun that I had lying around in the shelters gun closet. I approached the Vortigaunt, I had clicked the trigger, safety off
BANG
Later that day I burnt the Vortigaunts corpse
I couldn't tell the children what had happened to their mother, after I buried her body properly, I had left Arkansas and the United States for Europe. Because I saw so many of those Portal Storms, I wish I took my children.
I'm in my bomb shelter, its obvious some form of Armageddon- the devil sent up his warriors from hell to torture all of Gods children. The Vortigaunts, headcrabs, and other hellish monstrosities come from the sky, infecting the earth.
My wife hears somebody scream outside
"Heeelp! ... Help me!" screams a random person
"We need to save them Duke!- we can't just-" says Mildred
"Midred, we cannot save them- we only have enough rations for about a year-" I say
"They are going to die, we could never forgive ourselves for this!" loudly says Mildred
"We- imagine what could be following him- a pack of those devils- or worse!" I say
The shelter hatch opens up- a mangled corpse laid on the ground ... By the time my wife saw the corpse she had ran and tripped on the ground, the Vortigaunt was charging something green up some sort of demonic spell.
Mildred had died.
When that disgusting feral Vortiguant was distracted, I pulled out my double barrel shotgun that I had lying around in the shelters gun closet. I approached the Vortigaunt, I had clicked the trigger, safety off
BANG
Later that day I burnt the Vortigaunts corpse
I couldn't tell the children what had happened to their mother, after I buried her body properly, I had left Arkansas and the United States for Europe. Because I saw so many of those Portal Storms, I wish I took my children.
Bright screens for the dead to view.
I can't stand it anymore, all this political drama being courted by two administrators from hell.
Is all this worth it so that Vortigaunts have no rights? No, it isn't, and until something changes about that I'm not treating any of these politicians to my grace.
I'm not tolerating this city life much longer unless things go my way.
I'm going to be done with the synthetic hair soon enough since I'm not getting a show soon.
Grab some images of this Southern man, if they are good enough I'll add them to the thing above!
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