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10-25-2013, 01:25 PM
So I got grabbed by a vampire while screaming about ghosts and taking pictures. As we all should know, you can't succumb when a vampire is feeding. Then he stopped feeding, not finishing the job. I was eventually able to succumb but it didn't work. I tried suiciding and that didn't work. Then I restarted the game and was suddenly able to see but I could not speak, most, or hear as though I was still unconscious. I decided to entertain myself like any sane person would do. I spaced for easier reading. Add-Note:
Day 1 of half-life: I can see another man from across the counter. Alan Stewart. I can see him looking as blankly as I and yet, he is lifeless. Fully lifeless. How I envy you, Alan Stewart.
Day 2 of Half-Life: I can hear people talking and yet I am unable to make out the words. Was it the gods trying to fix me? Was it tormentors just picking at my inability to comprehend... It makes me angry. At least I have Alan.
Day 3 of half-life: I can feel the cold, tingling sensation of death and yet it only surrounds me, never entering. Never stopping my ever-beating heart. The Grim Reaper is demanding tickets for that train but an Assistant doesn't get paid enough. Fucking job. Fucking Alan. I'm sorry Alan, I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it.
Day 4 of half-life: My head is ringing. I can stil her those fuking voics. screeming, hating. haTing me. Alan. Alan nows best. Knows best for me. Reenging... riiinging... what do the speak? what do know?
Day 5 of half-life: I've calmed myself. Alan has talked sense me. Sense into me. I can still hear the voices but they have calmed considerably. My mind pen runs short on ink, how does that even make sense? What if we're all just chapters and mine is just a scribbling pen. Run out of ink, pen, run the fuck out of ink you fu------------ *rage induced scribbling* -----. *Polite period*
Day 6 of half-life: SHUT UP SHUT UP! Fucking shut up! Alan wont stop talking. That's the whispering. IT's Alan, he wont. HE WONT SHUT UP! I KEEP TRYING TO YELL AT HIM BUT I CANT! SHUT UP ALAN SHUT YOUR FUCKING ROTTING ASS UP!
This is a floor. This is Printer. This is Personal Computer. This is a security camera. This is a floor. This is Power Room. This is Electrical Supplies. This is Danger: High Voltage. This is Notice Board. I-spy with my little eye. Always watching. Always spying. I-spy with my little eye: This is SECURE AREA.
Alan I'm sorry. Alan. alan plese stop talking Alan. Please. Alan I'm sorry please stop talking alan please stop talking, I want out of here Alana please stop talking please please please please pleese alan stop talking i am afraid alan.
Day ? of Half-Life: I've mustered my all into this message. It is only now that I have realized that the computer I have been watching- I see light. HELP HELP! IM IN HERE HELP ME FUCKING HELP ALAN YELL AT THEM AL!!N!!#
Time of death: 16:14:52
Day ? of Half-Life: I failed to get the light's attention. I can see it hover passed from time to time but I have grown tired of trying. So tired... It seems as though I will just have to come to terms with what has happened here today. It seems as though I must just wait for the- I AM DEAD#
Day 1 of half-life: I can see another man from across the counter. Alan Stewart. I can see him looking as blankly as I and yet, he is lifeless. Fully lifeless. How I envy you, Alan Stewart.
Day 2 of Half-Life: I can hear people talking and yet I am unable to make out the words. Was it the gods trying to fix me? Was it tormentors just picking at my inability to comprehend... It makes me angry. At least I have Alan.
Day 3 of half-life: I can feel the cold, tingling sensation of death and yet it only surrounds me, never entering. Never stopping my ever-beating heart. The Grim Reaper is demanding tickets for that train but an Assistant doesn't get paid enough. Fucking job. Fucking Alan. I'm sorry Alan, I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it.
Day 4 of half-life: My head is ringing. I can stil her those fuking voics. screeming, hating. haTing me. Alan. Alan nows best. Knows best for me. Reenging... riiinging... what do the speak? what do know?
Day 5 of half-life: I've calmed myself. Alan has talked sense me. Sense into me. I can still hear the voices but they have calmed considerably. My mind pen runs short on ink, how does that even make sense? What if we're all just chapters and mine is just a scribbling pen. Run out of ink, pen, run the fuck out of ink you fu------------ *rage induced scribbling* -----. *Polite period*
Day 6 of half-life: SHUT UP SHUT UP! Fucking shut up! Alan wont stop talking. That's the whispering. IT's Alan, he wont. HE WONT SHUT UP! I KEEP TRYING TO YELL AT HIM BUT I CANT! SHUT UP ALAN SHUT YOUR FUCKING ROTTING ASS UP!
This is a floor. This is Printer. This is Personal Computer. This is a security camera. This is a floor. This is Power Room. This is Electrical Supplies. This is Danger: High Voltage. This is Notice Board. I-spy with my little eye. Always watching. Always spying. I-spy with my little eye: This is SECURE AREA.
Alan I'm sorry. Alan. alan plese stop talking Alan. Please. Alan I'm sorry please stop talking alan please stop talking, I want out of here Alana please stop talking please please please please pleese alan stop talking i am afraid alan.
Day ? of Half-Life: I've mustered my all into this message. It is only now that I have realized that the computer I have been watching- I see light. HELP HELP! IM IN HERE HELP ME FUCKING HELP ALAN YELL AT THEM AL!!N!!#
Time of death: 16:14:52
Day ? of Half-Life: I failed to get the light's attention. I can see it hover passed from time to time but I have grown tired of trying. So tired... It seems as though I will just have to come to terms with what has happened here today. It seems as though I must just wait for the- I AM DEAD#