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LeChuck4 Since: Feb, 2010
#784726: Feb 3rd 2013 at 11:21:07 PM

Caroline: "May I ask why you are looking so... un-kempt?"

NeonMoon Since: Oct, 2012
LeChuck4 Since: Feb, 2010
#784728: Feb 3rd 2013 at 11:26:07 PM

Caroline: "Ah, I assumed as much. Why?"

NeonMoon Since: Oct, 2012
#784729: Feb 3rd 2013 at 11:27:40 PM

Shane: -Points to the 49ers jersey under his jacket-

LeChuck4 Since: Feb, 2010
#784730: Feb 3rd 2013 at 11:29:35 PM

Caroline: "I suppose you mean that your homeworld's San Francisco 49ers have lost a game of American Football?"

LeChuck4 Since: Feb, 2010
#784732: Feb 3rd 2013 at 11:31:58 PM

Caroline: "I presume that said game was this year's incarnation of your homeworld's "Super Bowl"?"

LeChuck4 Since: Feb, 2010
LeChuck4 Since: Feb, 2010
#784736: Feb 3rd 2013 at 11:34:05 PM

Caroline: "Oh my, how very peculiar." surprised

LeChuck4 Since: Feb, 2010
#784738: Feb 3rd 2013 at 11:36:41 PM

Caroline: "In the version of Earth I am from, the San Francisco 49ers happened to win this year's Super Bowl."

LeChuck4 Since: Feb, 2010
#784740: Feb 3rd 2013 at 11:39:13 PM

Caroline: ~nods~

"...even though there was a short power outage after Yanmie accidentally tripped over a cable in the Stadium's VIP Booth."

edited 3rd Feb '13 11:40:31 PM by LeChuck4

NeonMoon Since: Oct, 2012
LeChuck4 Since: Feb, 2010
#784742: Feb 3rd 2013 at 11:42:01 PM

Caroline: "...how very peculiar." o_O

LeChuck4 Since: Feb, 2010
#784746: Feb 3rd 2013 at 11:45:54 PM

Caroline: "..."

>_<

   AWAKEN.   

NeonMoon Since: Oct, 2012
LeChuck4 Since: Feb, 2010
#784748: Feb 3rd 2013 at 11:54:44 PM

Carolien: ~facepalms and carries Shane to his room~

NeonMoon Since: Oct, 2012
Uilleam Atlas from Scotland Since: Feb, 2013 Relationship Status: [TOP SECRET]
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#784750: Feb 4th 2013 at 7:38:25 AM

On the outskirts of the setting, wherever and whatever it may be, a man in a black and orange hazmat suit skulks.

The man gazes out at whatever is in front of him. He adjusts his thick-rimmed glasses, strokes his carefully trimmed goatee, and contemplates his surroundings in complete silence.

Minutes ago, Gordon Freeman had been battling the Combine militia, with the freedom of Earth hanging in the balance. Now he was... somewhere else, without explanation, with a good idea of who could have done this but no idea why... or what to do next.

(My avatar. If you've played Half Life, you should know who Gordon's prime suspect is. Hint: He's a not-quite-human in a nice suit who talks with AcCENT upon the Wrong SylLABle.)

edited 4th Feb '13 8:53:20 AM by Uilleam

Tastes better on the way back down.

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