Im_CIA

Ahem. I don't know if you got the memo, but I won this forum game as of 5 hours ago... and now

I used to be a steam non-gamer like you, but then i took a crack pipe to the mouth

I have no crushes unfortunately. I'm a soulless husk of man. Down to fuck whenever though

I follow the Moskva Down to Dorney Park Listening to the wind of channnnnge

Mobius One. Fox Two

Like Data at the end of Nemesis

All those moments will be lost in time

I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate.

At first I read that as "Bimbo Entertainment"

Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe

Wash the pain away. Wash the pain away. What else is in the flosses of Rosses?

Can you do something about that though?

So this is the hill we'll die on

We're no strangers to love You know the rules, and so do I

Tremble posters, and despair Quake has come to this thread.

UPKEEP 420%

Can you photoshop SMGs into his hands and a blue tint?

7 Hand-held TVs inside chip bags / 10

You leave the two drooling gentle-sirs on the ground, writhing in pain, as you take your first steps down the shady staircase. At first glance the wood appears to be newly furbished, but every step buckles and creaks below you as you descend. So either you're a fatter hippo than your realized, or the contractors went dumpster-diving behind taekwondo mcdojos at the strip-mall for materials. You find the second explanation easier to stomach, much like the five crispy-creame donuts you guzzled down for brunch before coming to... wherever *here* is. Finally, the plain concrete wall to your left ends and you're able to see the source of the light (a small, naked incandescent bulb fixed to the ceiling) , along with most of the room which it inhabits. It's an unfinished space with walls for cinder blocks and no discernible windows. Right smack-dab in middle, below the overhanging light, sits a green hexagonal table flanked by a set of six bar stools, one of which contains the sleeping posture of a very peculiar looking individual. You're not sure if he's breathing. The wall directly in front of you has a large CRT TV masquerading as modern LCD; it's overlooking the table, and the light barely grazes the thin coat of dust over its protruding gray screen. The only other interesting landmark is a mahogany wardrobe sitting in the corner directly to your left. You can't really make out the details in the dark, but there to be black leather jacket hanging over its door, and a sulking rolled-up rug leaning on its right side. Actions: 1. Approach the sleeping/dead man. 2. Look for another light switch. 3. Checkout the TV.

Oh no. We're too late. These people have already been infected! They may look fine now, but it's only a matter of time before they turn into the undead!

City is breaking down on a camel's back

/* Alright, revival time */ >Seductively kiss the man in the white coat. The man bursts into a smile, which quickly fades into a grimace. "Follow me" he says, grabbing your arm as he goes. He leads you to the facility indoor laundromat. About half the machines are running, and an old man of a middle-eastern persuasion is solving a cross-word puzzle behind an impromptu counter located near the entrance. The man leading you gives the laundry curator a nod, who then gets up and walks past the dryers and towards the back of the establishment. You follow him. The laundry man stops at a blue metallic door. He strokes his gray mustache with his left hand, while his right fumbles around his pocket, looking for a key. Finally discovering it, he guides into the key-hole and you hear a sharp *click*. The door opens, revealing a dimly lit passage into the basement, and the man gestures for you to go inside. You have freedom of movement now, but your only path of escape is cut off. The only way is down. Choices: Go down into the basement

Yeah, after watching this go on for a few weeks, I think you're right. Or maybe *they* finally got to me.