It’s been about 4 hours since the incident. I’ve made it to the train tracks and are now trying to get across Black Mesa to initiate a rocket launch. I forgot why, these scientists have a bad habit of explaining things in the middle of a gun fight. Talking about guns, I’ve found a pistol, a shotgun and a machine gun. Funny how they all seem to fit in the pockets of my hazard suit. Must be some magical pockets. The guards have been a great help, but somehow they always seems to get themselves killed. Ah well, at least they make the effort. If I ask them. They expect to be greeted. No greeting, no help. Same goes for the scientists. Would it hurt you to open a security door on your own initiative? Think with me people, don’t stand around waiting for me to ask for help. That said, everyone seems quite helpful, and willing to fight the aliens. What are they anyway, and how did they get here? The head-crabs especially, damn it, these buggers are fast, and in a pack they are pretty lethal. Luckily I’ve got my trusty crowbar to knock ‘em down. Continue reading



