How did you even come across this?
Swears are censored, GS, get that fucking foul language out your cunting sig.
It seriously looks like the poor thing is having trouble counting.
This is pretty ****ing metal.
How can you just be discovering him? He wrote the Portal songs, music in Left 4 Dead and is generally just a music jockey for Valve games.
In the past 10 minutes, you've thrown a medkit at a zombie, made get lost by bickering with me, get cholera, get cured of cholera and now you have Dysentery, Also Nate is bit.
Old crew made it, new crew and I keep crashing the ****ing car. Also http://i.imgur.com/zqSULe0.png
Meow, kitty cat got claws.
I enjoyed it, I don't like AMV's and I'm not a huge fan of that song, but what's important is making the video fit the music, and you did that quite well.
It isn't real.
If you pussy out on that one then you gotta do 5 separate phrases of Jecht insulting Tidus.
Well i've gotten lazy and can't be bothered with the images. Kitty broke 2 of arms and a rib, didn't give a fuck, told us a tale to lift our spirits. Shot a crazy religious man who wanted me to kill everyone who kicked him out of his previous group. Amaury has Cholera. Jad Broke a medkit, ruined 41 ammo and is humming a really annoying tune. Because relevant.
Day 7: Our luck wasn't going so great, we had passed a small shopping mall to stock up on supplies, but soon after leaving... Spoiler It would appear my crew isn't the sturdiest bunch. Day 10: Although we were barely managing, at least we were managing, unlike some other unfortunate soul, each zombie we met used to be someone, they had a story, a life, and now all we see is husks of their former selves. We stumbled upon one such unfortunates grave. Spoiler
This is not a joke Llave, this is survival.
My Crew: Me Jad Hayabusa Kitty Amaury Day 1: We set out on our journey of survival, alone in this desperate land, fighting for survival at every turn, we met a man named Clements, he helped us out by showing us the ropes, shared his car and told us about how D.C was lost. Sadly though he got bit, he got bit and there's nothing that can be done about that other than the ultimate cure, a bullet straight to the brain, he pleaded for it and I delivered, sorrowful but knowing he was at rest. The rest of us continued on the Journey. Day2: Spoiler God damnit Haya. What awaits us on this trip? Salvation or Damnation? Time will tell, for now we press on.
Sing the chorus to Footloose, or Fame, your choice.
Yeah but, why would I want a Gyarados?
Over a decade and 4 generations (for me) and I don't think i've ever caught a shiny, wouldn't remember though back as a wee lad with red and blue, probably saw like 50 and ignored them.
Just one question, WHERE'S MY DAMN DESIGNS?
In this joint arguing with a wall is still a more productive past time than most others.
