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A few players were having issues connecting to the FTB server due to using newer versions of FTBU and FTBL. I've updated both mods on the server to 18.104.22.168 so if you have an older version of those mods you will need to update them to join the server.
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Hi! So with the new hardcore server release, I decided to record the night the server opened. I will try to upload weekly, but of course it might be a little hard with school and stuff. Thanks for understanding!
My YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCudLq91l9JNj04puZ1VNFAA
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Added 3 new mobs.
- Zombie Spitter - Spits green blobs that poison players near the impact point.
Drops Slime Balls
- Frozen Skull - Deals no direct damage. Slows player down when they attack them.
Drops Ice Blocks and Bones
- Burning Skull - Deals no direct damage. Ignites players that it hits.
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- Zombie Spitter - Spits green blobs that poison players near the impact point.
Mine Games is a pretty awesome horror film that requires attention to detail by the audience to fully understand the progression of the story and identify key facts throughout.
Director: Richard Gray
Actors (Top Billed): Briana Evigan, Joseph Cross, Julianna Guill
Genre: Horror, Thriller, Mystery
Length: 92 Minutes
Horror Rating: 9/10
Mystery Rating: 9/10
Overall Rating: 9/10
Mine Games is a story about a group of teenagers going to the woods for some sort of end of school party. The story itself isn't strong out of the gates, which is probably why it never became very big in the box office. However it is an excellant, although very over used, base to a creepy horror story with a twist.
The general rundown of what the story entails is as follows (some spoilers!);
A group of teenagers travel out to meet their friends in the woods in what appears to be their vacation home. On their way there, they have a small accident causing their van to run out of gasoline and stop on the side of the road. From there, they choose to walk the rest of the way to the house where their friends are waiting.
Upon arrival, they find that their friends aren't there but rather have gone out and will be 'back soon'. They start to settle in and get into the party mood just as things begin to happen. A knock on the door, the lights beginning to fail. The normal stuff. Everything seems to go off without a hitch and everything is just dandy.
Following their party night, a couple of guys for a jog and discover a mine. As always happens in these movies, they feel it a good idea to explore, so they head back, grab the gang and head in. A mixture of alcohol and drugs causes some freak outs and shit begins to hit the fan. A practical joke goes wrong, a key to the story, but everything is resolved and they head back to the cabin where one of the 7 friends is having a post-freakout freakout.
As the story progresses, she gets sicker and sicker, and things take a major turn for the worse when they discover bodies in the mine. (This is one spoiler I'm not giving you!) This leads to major mistrust within the group causing an implosion before the killer decides to make his or her move. Then the story loops back on itself... You're going to have to watch it!
This movie leaves a few questions at the end like 'how did the cycle start?' which never get explained. Having said that the story ties itself up nicely explaining most of your questions throughout, although some just never make sense.
The writers keep you guessing as to what is going to happen next, is someone going to die, is something going to jump out and try to hunt them down? The true definition of a mystery. Although I classify it as a horror, it certainly doesn't play to the stereotypical horror sequences.
The movie is classified a horror/thriller due to its nature. It definitely holds more Mystery theme than it does horror. Having said that, it stands up as a strong horror, causing jump scares and chilling discoveries along the way. It keeps you on edge wondering what is going to happen, asking yourself if the writers snuck in that stereotypical jump scare or knife to the back/throat just as the music peaks.
I must say I strongly recommend this to anyone who enjoys horrors, thrillers or mysteries. Hell you may even enjoy it if you like the touch of crime and paranormal.
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Holy crap, it's been a long time since I wrote in this blog...
Anyway, here are my first impressions of Wolfenstein: The New Order, after playing it for 3-ish hours.
Gameplay: The gameplay in Wolfenstein is pretty straightforward run-and-gunning á la 1990s. While your health technically does regenerate, it is divided into 5 "chunks", and your health only regenerates up to the maximum of the current "chunk". The rest of the health has to be replenished using medkits. You can also overcharge your health beyond the 100% point, and it will slowly degenerate down to 100%. Wolf:TNO also has stealth to pace out the regular FPS action a little. Surprisingly, the stealth sections don't get tedious.
Storyline: The New Order is set in an alternate reality in the 1960s, where the Nazis won WWII and rule the entire world with an unrelenting iron fist. William "BJ" Blazkowicz was hospitalized for 14 years, and once he "gets out" (read: kills a couple of Nazis and gets out), he's told the truth. Blazko then sets out to find the captured Resistance fighters. Early on in the game, you're given a choice that will change the overall tone of the story.
There you go.
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Hello, this is PurleFlames07,
Today, me and DiamondDork94 had collected enough money to add a plot to our new town, Furis, to cover our newly built glass dome of chickens away from mobs. Upon doing '/plot claim', we encountered a problem. While I am explaining my dillema, keep in mind two things. A: Two Mods were on; Simbanm and Erthan. B: We had 2,700 dollars in our bank, more than enough to make a plot. Now, after a few unsuccessful attempts to ask Erthan for help and being either ignored or unntoced, we asked Simba for help. She responded to our about third attempt to get her attention, and upon telling her our predicament, she gave us a few suggestions,which were unsuccessful, and then a link; ABGN.NET/TOWNY. Diamond checked it out, while I tried to do the commands she listed off. After a while of fiddling with commands, we asked Simba desperatly for a little more help. When we had asked two or three more questions, she said, in a ntshell, "I would like to play Minecraft too, and I'm livestreaming with a friend, so I would like it if you could try to figure it out, I can't help you any further." This is about where I started to get a little frustrated with her. We had spent about a half and hour using her link and trying commands, getting "processing plot claim... This plot is not yet clamied." in response to all of our attempts, and we asked HER for help, not our tired selves. I Have found many Moderaters to be helpful, like HernV and BleSavage, as well as Anckta, but I always have had a little bit of a short temper with Simba, always recieving cryptic links and unsuccessfully "helpful" answers. She repeated her answer to our pleading once again, and then I just left. Diamond and I are still trying to figure out what's wrong, and I'm hoping you take this to heart, if Tarquin is reading this.
Thank you, have a nice day,
Hey fellow minecrafters and friends please do me a favor and check my channel out that is all thank you.
this was a public service announcement by hiz... peace out
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Hiya everybody, I haven't been to abyssal for a long, long time now... However, now I'm back!
What I've been up to lately:
I'm eagerly waiting for Amnesia: A Machine For Pigs, hope it will be as good as the first one. I got pretty pissed off when I bought Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, a good old action game from steam, just to find out it doesn't work on Windows 7... not only that, I have an incompatible graphics card, so none of the fixes I found on the internet works. Just downloaded Dota 2 as well, and I gotta say... I like it very much. Almost makes up for the non-working game I bought. It's a lot better than League of Legends in my opinion, in so many ways.
I've been looking for work lately, in hopes of getting some extra money... I've spent most of it on CD's and band stuff, plus a couple of games, so I really hope I'll get some work soon. I have like half-a-year time before they send me to army to fulfill my service, so I really have to hurry.
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So, 7th grade year I finally made a few friends.
Outcasts like me that finally started to branch out a little.
Most were girls, that were bigger or had strange nuances to them,
That were all mentally destroyed by the preps.
I was one of 2 guys in our group,
I was never sure why he was in our group, as he was an athlete,
Maybe he just didn't like the way people acted,
But we all at least found someone to talk to you and not be so alone.
I got my first real girlfriend 7th grade year,
I thought my life was finally turning around.
But, as with everything else good in my life, it was too be good to be true.
I was just someone that she could take her anger out on and control,
3 years of my life I spent with her, as nothing but a target for her anger.
My 8th grade year though, is when things really started to go bad.
My parents were on the verge of divorce,
My father was/is a drunk, and my mother abused drugs.
Constantly I would sit in my room and listen to the screaming and beating,
Just praying for it to finally stop, that they would just move on.
But it wouldn't, the fighting continued, and the anger rose.
My father started beating me,
Telling me its my fault that him and my mother are falling apart.
Telling me that I was a disappointment,
That I was nothing but a waste of space,
A piece of shit,
Would never be proud of me,
Would never love me,
It ruined me, knowing that it was all my fault.
I ruined their lives, and the man, that I have spent my whole life trying to make happy,
Hates me, and always will.
No matter how hard I tried to make him happy,
He would always hate me and would never be proud of me.
But yet I have continued to feverishly try,
Of course, to no avail, just to make him proud of anything I do.
The knowledge of my dad hating me is what started the spiral,
It pushed me to a place where no light exists, and where none can enter.
I hated myself, and more so, I knew I did not deserve the gift of life.
I had no idea what to do with my life, I punished myself for the pain I caused everyone around me
I punished myself for all the issues that revolved around my issues.
I pleaded the strength to just end it.
Every night, I went to bed with the solution to my problems in my hand,
Hoping that I'd wake up, and have the courage to end it all.
I never did, I was too afraid.
Even though I hated myself, and wanted it to all be over,
I guess I hung on to some microscopic inkling that one day my dad would love me.
But he never did.
I spent all of 8th and 9th grade in that abyss,
I was hospitalized twice,
Sent through dozens of hours of therapy,
Medication after medication,
No one could understand that all I needed was his approval and love.
But, in 9th grade, I finally seemed to get over it,
I pulled myself out and kept moving on.
Then, the divorce finally happened.
My sister moved in with my mom,
And not wanting my dad to feel abandoned, and to ease the financial burden on my mother,
I stayed with my father.
For a little while, I actually started to feel like my dad and I were building a relationship.
We golfed together, went to airshows, actually spent time together,
He seemed genuinely happy.
He started dating again, and I was fine with it, because with all his relationships,
He still kept me close and cared about my opinion.
Then he met Ronda and her 2 kids.
All the progress,
In a blink of an eye,
He fell for her, and life became all about her,
I was nothing once again.
Her kids were smart, and actually seem to have a future,
He realized once again how worthless I am.
Just flat out, worthless.
He found his new family,
And he made it clear to me and my sister,
That he didn't need his old family,
More than that, he didn't want his old family.
Just like that, I was replaced.
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Wednesday, April 17, 2013
(After playing Steven Walkups D20 Modern Walking Dead scenario “Walker, Texas Danger” Saturday (March 23) with Adam Frager, Christopher Sparks, and Kevin from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m. at CaesarCon 2013)
From the Journal of Francis “Frank” Strazynski (also called “Sarge”)
The day it all went to hell, I was on a mission.
We were members of an elite DEA squad, code-named Omega Squad. We had assembled in an undisclosed, secret location on the outskirts of El Paso, Texas, where we waited to be briefed on our next mission. Chester Brickhouse was our heavy weapons guy and wore a tactical vest, as I did. Sam “God” Everready was a sniper and wore a light duty vest. Jed Caliber was our medic and wore a concealed vest.
A man wearing a black Armani suit with matching tie finally entered the room.
“Welcome gentlemen,” he said. “You all know why you’re here. You’re the special arm of the DEA, so as always, what is said in this room stays in this room. You’ve all heard about the recent incidents of cannibalism. The U.S. government has linked it to a new street drug, desomorphine, street name crock, a deadly, addictive derivative of morphine that can be up to 50% stronger and three times cheaper than heroine. It’s also more addictive. First-time crock users can be expected to live no more than two to three years after initial injection. Once the drug enters the user’s bloodstream, it immediately starts killing off the white blood cells of the flesh around it, leaving the user’s skin grievous and scaly, like a crocodile’s, before it completely rots away.
“People produce crock by purchasing over-the-counter codeine and mixing it with iodine and red phosphorous, sometimes adding other things like gasoline or hydrochloric acid. For many people, crocodile is easier to make and obtain than other comparatively less desired drugs. It is described as having a fast onset and short duration of action, with relatively little nausea or respiratory depression compared to the equivalent doses of morphine.
“The U.S. Government is finished trying to find a political solution to the war on drugs, so the President has authorized us to strike a blow against a major drug cartel leader.”
He picked up a cord with a button on the end and pressed it. The picture projected onto the screen at the front of the room showed people who had been using crock. Their skin was desiccated and damaged, obviously beyond repair. On at least one of the victims, bone showed through the torn skin of the user.
“We think the drug messes with their minds,” he went on. “They go crazy. If you see people with their flesh coming off, walking funny, in a dazed state, they’re usually on crock.”
“Do we get to shoot ‘em?” I asked.
“This drug started in the soviet block and it’s coming to America,” he went on.
The next slide came up, showing an Hispanic man wearing a turban.
“His name is Alberto Guerrera,” he went on. “He’s the leader Hueva Del Demino.”
“Demon Spawn,” I translated.
“He has a mountain compound south of the Coronado National Forest. He runs drugs across the border. We are unable to track the routes he takes because he doesn’t use vehicles to transport his drugs. He uses pack animals. With our satellites focused on heat signatures and vehicles, his traffic shipments are travelling undetectable. He has contacts with MI-13, the Mexican mafia, and other street gangs to distribute them once they cross the border.
“Gentlemen, we caught a break.”
He snapped his fingers. A small Hispanic man entered the room.
“This is Enrico,” the government spook went on. “He was captured a month ago and has offered to lead you up the trail to the mountain hideout. Time is of the essence. It seems that Alberto himself is supervising this shipment personally. Your mission is to capture or eliminate him. As usual, the U.S. Government does not acknowledge the existence of this squad, so leave your DEA badges and IDs with me. As a bonus, you can keep all the cash you can find.”
“Fair enough,” I said.
We handed over our IDs and he left the room.
“Enrico, do you speak English?” I asked.
“Yes, I speak English,” Enrico replied.
“You think I’m stupid.”
“You might be. We don’t know yet. We’re gonna find out. If you survive, you’re probably not.”
“Hey, I’m just getting you to the trail, then I’m leaving.”
“What’s to stop you from taking us to the trail and warning this guy?” Everready asked.
“See, I got caught with a little drugs,” Enrico said. “I don’t want to go away forever.”
“So, the government’s paying me and giving me a new identity and all that good stuff.”
“So, how many guards are at this place?” I asked.
“There’s about six or seven ... teen,” Enrico said.
“What are they armed with?”
“AK-47s, M-16s. You see, your government sent a load of weapons to us. Thank you U.S. Government.”
“Damned U.S. Government,” Caliber said.
“You’re welcome. We’ll repay you in kind with bullets,” I said.
“‘Thank you U.S. Government,’” Caliber said. “Hell.”
I asked the man to draw us a map of the compound and show us weak spots and strong points, as well as where Alberto might be. There was only one entrance on the map he drew and we took only a short time examining it. The place was actually within a cave in the side of the mountain and contained barracks, an armory, stables, a common area, storage room, and laboratory. He also showed us “Alberto’s Door” which was off the common room. Apparently, only Alberto went into that door. Two guards were posted outside of the main entrance of the place at night. Guards were changed every two hours or so.
He also told us there were tripwires and booby traps that he would lead us through. He said he was not allowed to go into Alberto’s chamber but did know the location of the door that led into it. Enrico was to lead us to the cave entrance and then find his own way back.
We got loaded up. I requisitioned a few flashbangs and a few concussion grenades in addition to my frag grenades, Beretta, and H&K Mp5. Caliber carried an M4 carbine. Brickhouse was armed with a desert eagle, an M4 carbine, a sawed off shotgun, and a hatchet. Everready was armed with an M82 sniper rifle. We had suppressors for most of our weapons. We were also given some C-4 and simple timers to demolish the site. Enrico was only armed with a hunting knife.
A stealth Blackhawk took us from the briefing area into the wilderness. The vehicle flew nap of earth and made a few false landings, just in case we were being tracked. We flew for about an hour before we were offloaded in Mexico.
I moved to a secure position as Enrico motioned us to move out. Brickhouse took point and I followed behind with Caliber behind me and Everready in the rear. Enrico lead us, walking by Brickhouse. We kept about 15 feet between us.
It only took us a while to get close to the objective. Then we heard a woman scream somewhere up ahead.
“I think we’re close,” Caliber whispered.
A woman ran down the trail at us. She was obviously terrified as she approached Brickhouse and Enrico.
“Los muertos! Los muertos!” she screamed.
The dead! The dead!
She had badly torn bite marks on her arms.
“Los muertos! Los muertos!” she cried again.
“What’s she yelling?” Caliber asked.
“Los muertos! Los muertos!”
“She says there’s dead people up there,” I hissed at him as I moved into the brush on the side of the deer trail we’d been following.
“I think we should kill her,” Caliber said. “Knock her out, anyway.”
She pushed past us and ran down the trail, pointing back behind her. We spotted several people shambling down the trail.
“Stop where you are!” Brickhouse called. “Stop where you are!”
Nicer than I would have been, I thought.
The men didn’t stop. I noticed one of them was missing an arm, probably a victim of crock. Enrico pulled out his knife. Then we opened fire.
Brickhouse’s first shot struck one of the nearest men in the chest and it should have killed him but he only staggered and then kept coming. Caliber shot the same man, blasting him in the neck and taking his head off as if the body had been rotten for some time. I fired at one of the men towards the back of the group, hitting him in the chest. He didn’t fall. I began to suspect they were wearing some kind of armor.
“They must be hopped up on goofballs,” I said.
Then the night was torn by the crack of Everready’s 50-caliber. The blast took off the man’s arm and left it hanging by a thread. There was no way he should have been still walking towards us.
“Must be some new kind of crock,” I said.
“This ain’t right!” Everready said. “This just ain’t right!”
I switched my weapon to full auto as Jed fired into the three remaining cannibals, barely missing Brickhouse. The men moved towards us, one of them closing on Brickhouse while the other went for Enrico, who stabbed the man in the chest over and over. It didn’t seem to slow the cannibal down. Brickhouse put the carbine right to a cannibal’s head and blasted most of skull to pieces. He still didn’t go down!
Brickhouse moved back away from the crockheads.
Everready shot the same one he’d hit before, blowing a hole through the man’s body and ripping him apart. I moved through the woods nearer to Enrico and then opened up with the H&K, firing rounds into the area with the two remaining cannibals. None of my bullets struck the targets sufficiently to slow them down, however.
“Los Muertos! Los Muertos!” Enrico shrieked.
He turned and ran away.
Caliber shot another of the men and he went down. Brickhouse stepped up to the last man, who had moved towards Caliber.
“Cover your mouth,” Brickhouse said to Caliber.
He put the carbine to the cannibal’s head and blew it off his shoulders. The body kept walking for a moment before it fell to the ground. I was glad I was over in the woods.
As the smoke cleared, the smell of cordite filled the air. Black ooze seeped out of the bullet holes, cuts, and gashes on the bodies. One had a bowie knife stuck in his chest where his heart should have been.
Enrico came back, badly shaken.
“Alright Jed, so what are these guys on?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Caliber replied. “Let me check them out.”
“Ay dios mio,” Enrico said. “I knew these men. They are some of Alberto’s runners? These are the guys that would take the shipments down this trail.”
“Are they taking the drugs?” I asked.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Everready said.
“I know these men,” Enrico said. “Alberto’s rules are no drugs. No drugs.”
“These guys weren’t on any drugs,” Brickhouse said. “I looked right into their eyes; there was nothing looking back out of that head.”
“Figure out what happened to them doc,” I muttered to Caliber and moved up the trail as Everready pulled the bowie knife that was almost as big as a machete out of one of the corpses.
I found a position to keep watch up the trail as the others talked quietly.
“They must be on some kind of combination of drugs that keeps the body active,” I heard Brickhouse say.
After examining the bodies, Caliber went through the pockets of our attackers.
“I found some pesos,” I heard him say.
“I’ll get you to the entrance and the entrance only!” Enrico hissed.
“Where’s the boobies?” Caliber asked him.
“I’ll get you to the entrance.”
We resumed our marching order and headed up the trail, soon arriving at the cave entrance. It was a rocky outcrop on the side of the mountain. Vegetation was scattered around; large pieces of bushes were thrown around in the area, probably for camouflage. No guards were evident.
“Something’s going on!” Enrico hissed.
“We may not be the first ones here,” Everready said.
“Enrico, when was the last time you were here?” Caliber asked.
“Four months ago,” the Mexican answered.
“Four months!” Everready said.
“For the love of all that’s pure and holy!” Caliber said.
“I’m your only hope!” Enrico said. “I got you to the entrance. I am done.”
He turned around and walked down the trail. Caliber started to examine the area around the entrance.
“Why aren’t we moving?” I asked. “We should be moving in.”
He and Brickhouse pointed out the scorch marks on the side of the mountain where there had obviously been explosions. Caliber also found pieces of bodies that had been blown apart.
“Looks like they started the hoedown without us,” Caliber said.
“Well, this is taken care of then,” Brickhouse said. “Let’s finish her up.”
“I say we’re late to the party. Let’s go.”
We crept up to the entrance, Brickhouse still taking point, followed closely by Caliber and myself. Everready followed up behind. There were no guards at the cave entrance itself. Brickhouse moved forward, flash grenade in one hand, and looked down the other directions of the first intersection while Caliber and I covered him. He seemed to pay particular attention to the corridor to the left.
Bare light bulbs lit the corridor straight ahead.
Brickhouse crept back to us.
“Cannibals eating the livestock down there,” he said, pointing to the left corridor.
“I don’t think we should bother ‘em,” Caliber said.
Brickhouse pointed to the corridor to the right and headed back to the intersection, slipping around the corner. We followed him.
A door at the end under another bare light bulb had a sign on it. It read “El Arsenal.” Brickhouse headed down the hall, followed by Caliber. Everready and I stopped at the intersection. I covered the corridor to the stables where I could see two people hunched over a dead horse. Everready stayed near me and trained his rifle down the corridor towards the other two.
Brickhouse checked the door to make sure it was not rigged and then tried the latch. It proved to be locked. He leaned back to kick it, but Caliber quickly stopped him.
“We’ve got to be quiet,” Caliber hissed at him.
He took out a small lock pick set and worked at the lock. They pushed the door open and a scream and a blast of AK-47 gunfire came from the room. A crash followed from inside.
“Die stinking Americans!” I heard someone yell.
There was more gunfire from down the hallway and I barely heard the “pup-pup” of return fire by the silenced weapons of my companions.
“Keep an eye on them,” I said to Everready, nodding at the two cannibals.
I moved down the hallway to support the other two, keeping close to the wall. I could see Brickhouse in the room on the floor on our side of a desk. One of the Mexicans jumped up and aimed down at him.
“Put down your weapons!” the Mexican yelled. “Put down your weapons or your friend dies!”
“I don’t know him that well,” I said.
Caliber shot the man, hitting him in the abdomen. He cried out and fell to the ground, firing his gun as he went down.
“How dramatic,” I said. “He’s watched too many movies.”
Brickhouse got up, moving by the injured man and kicking the gun away from him. He went to another hallway that led out of the room on the left and peered around the corner. I also moved into the room. One of the men was lying under a small pile of rubble. I peered up at the ceiling and saw the bullet holes right above him. He’d fired into the ceiling and the falling debris had incapacitated him.
“We could interrogate him,” Caliber said.
I nodded and we used the zip straps to cuff both of the prisoners. Caliber saw to the man he’d shot though it looked like he actually made the man worse. We called Everready down to the room and closed the armory door behind him.
“Do you speak English?” I asked one of the prisoners.
He spit on my boots.
“Shine ‘em while you’re down there,” I said.
“Alberto’s going to kill all of you!” the man muttered. “This is his cave.”
“It’s his cave?”
“Americans set this plague upon us. He’ll kill every American.”
“Set what plague? You don’t see the los muertos walking around?”
“The Los Muertos? That’s what you call your cannibal friends?”
“The dead. They’re dead!”
“That would explain why they were so hard to kill.”
“They’re all dead.”
“So, what kind of drugs do you give these dead people to make ‘em dead.”
“Alberto’s no drugs. No drugs. We’re not allowed to take drugs. Alberto catches us taking drugs, he kill us. One of our scouts came down the trail and said some crazy man bit him. So we took him. We thought it was not a deep wound so we let him sleep it off.”
“Sounds like they got rabies.”
“And then, one by one, people started dying and coming back.”
“Not good,” Caliber said.
“How many are left,” I asked the prisoner.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Me and José, we locked ourselves in here and said we’d shoot anything that comes through that door, until–”
“Alberto know that?”
“Alberto will save us! He has not saved us yet but he will save us. You cannot kill him.”
“How long you been in here?”
“What you been drinking, your urine?”
“No, right over there.”
I looked to my right. A refrigerator stood against the wall.
“A refrigerator full of beer,” he muttered.
“Who were you waiting for?” Caliber asked.
“Alberto,” the man replied.
“No. Enrico, that little swine! He ran away like the little bitch he is.”
“But the muerto aren’t going to get him, right?” I asked. “So who’s the bitch now?”
He glared at me.
“Why don’t you tell us where Alberto is?” I continued. “Because we know where some of those muertos are and you’d make a wonderful distraction.”
“He’s probably in his room, plotting his revenge,” he said.
“How many more are in here?” Brickhouse asked.
“Five!” the man suddenly said.
“How many of your people who aren’t muertos?” I asked.
“Me and José were the only two. We locked ourselves in. We were not going to open up until Alberto gets us.”
“How many muertos?”
“I don’t know.”
“How many were in the place before the muertos?”
“Six or seven ... teen.”
“You got rats in here?” Brickhouse, still watching the other door, asked.
“No rats. Alberto makes sure we keep it clean.”
“Sam, how are those muertos doing over there with the horses?” I asked Everready, who was still watching out of the door we’d come in.
A slow, determined banging began on the door we hadn’t entered yet.
“Yeah, uh, José, if you don’t want to get left for the muertos, you’d better be really cooperative about right now,” I said.
He looked at the door and then back at me.
“Alberto save me,” he said. “I’ll be okay. That’s probably Alberto busting through the door. He’ll kill all you Americans! Wear your ears as a necklace.”
“Oh,” I said.
“Sweet,” Caliber said sarcastically.
“That would be really not a clean necklace,” I said. “Then we’ll just leave you here.”
“Just uncuff me first,” the Mexican said.
“No. There’s no way. That’s not going to happen.”
“We could kneecap him and then uncuff him,” Everready said.
“I thought Americans were kind to their prisoners,” the Mexican said.
“We are,” Everready replied.
“We’re not American,” Brickhouse said.
“We’re not Americans,” Everready echoed him. “We don’t exist.”
“Australians?” the Mexican said.
I turned from him.
“So, should we just declare this a black op and kill everything?” I asked the others.
“I thought it was a black op ...” Everready said.
“I’m not talking about José, here,” I said.
We ignored the persistent banging for the moment to search the room, though Brickhouse put a grenade on the handle with the pin out so that it would fall if anyone opened it. There was a box of old pineapple grenades and Brickhouse suggested we rig a few doors with them. We talked about circling around the barracks and I pointed out that there were so many ways to get flanked in the terrible place. Caliber suggested we lock the door we’d come through and move linearly through the place to Alberto’s rooms. He also suggested booby trapping the doors we went through.
I searched more carefully and found five claymores and tripwires. I suggested putting a claymore in the hallway between ourselves and the stables and taking the rest with us. I ended up setting two claymores, one pointing towards the stables and the other up the other hallway. I told the others where I’d set them up.
Someone was still banging on the door to the barracks. Then they started jiggling the handle. The grenade was still sitting there.
“Someone get that grenade out of there,” I said. “Where’s the pin?”
Caliber dragged the two Mexicans to the corner.
“We don’t have the manpower to take prisoners,” Everready said. “It’s a black op. I say we just stack ‘em like cordwood somewhere.”
“Okay,” Caliber said.
He executed the two prisoners with his silenced sidearm.
“He’s the medic, he knows how to handle these things,” I said.
Brickhouse took the grenade from its place, then he pushed the door open, shoved the grenade into the crack, and tried to pull the door shut.
“Oh fuck me!” I said, as I ran for cover. “Thanks for the heads up!”
To my horror, I saw that Brickhouse had not gotten the door shut. It slowly opened into the other room.
“Duck and cover!” Brickhouse shouted and ran.
Someone was coming through the door when the grenade went off behind them, blasting them to pieces and sending their body parts flying into the room.
“Five hostiles, two just went out of sight, one’s legless!” Everready, who was the only who in position to see into the room, said.
Brickhouse moved to Everready and fired at the legless thing that was pulling itself towards the two men. The headshot was tore away part of the skull but the thing kept coming.
“Never send a weapon’s guy to do a sniper’s job,” Everready muttered.
Caliber blew the thing’s head off. Two more people stumbled into the room, their guts hanging out.
You can’t see me, I thought over and over. You can’t see me.
I shot the nearest one in the head and it dropped. Everready finished off the last one with his handgun by blasting its head off. Brickhouse aimed at the door and the rest of us waited to see if anything else came into the room.
“I don’t hear anything,” Caliber said.
“There were two more in the room,” Everready said. “I don’t know where they’re at. No confirmation of down.”
Brickhouse fired into the doorway and I heard someone hit the ground. The last one shambled into the room towards Everready. I shot it in the head and it slammed against the wall and slid slowly down to the floor where it lay still. I trained my Mp5 back at the doorway.
“Clear,” Everready said.
Brickhouse moved into the barracks and I followed him. There were some more dead bodies, one of them with a hunk of door stuck into the side of the head.
“What is going on here?” I muttered.
The room had several cots. Bloodstained blankets littered the floor. Bits and pieces of bodies were scattered around the room and we figured that we’d dealt with at least 17 dead since entering the place.
While the others searched the room for valuables, I secured the other door that led into the room.
“Should we trap the doors behind us that are still intact?” I asked. “Grenade trap ‘em?”
“If we can, yeah,” Caliber said.
I went back to the arsenal and brought back the a dozen grenades. We rigged the door with a grenade that would go off if anyone came through. I also rigged the door to the arsenal so that the grenade would go off if that door was opened.
“Just remember them if we have to get out of there,” Brickhouse said.
Brickhouse took point again, leading us into a kitchen. A long table with unfinished food sitting upon it stood near several upset chairs. A quick look under the table revealed nothing. A set of double doors appeared to be secured from the other side while an archway led out to the main corridor. I quickly secured the archway.
Brickhouse kicked open the double doors to the kitchen. Screams of girls filled the air and a heavyset woman stood defiantly in the middle of the kitchen. She held a butcher cleaver in her hand. Behind her, three young girls cried out in fear.
“The dead! The dead!” she screamed in broken English. “I bring the girls here! No diablos get here! You Americans?”
“I’m American,” Brickhouse said.
“Did you bring this plague?”
“Your boss did. We’re here to clean it up.”
“Alberto is my son!”
“Then your son did,” I said.
“You will not speak of him this way!”
“He’s feeding these people the crock and turning them into cannibals,” Brickhouse said.
“We don’t do crock. We don’t do crock here. We do simple drugs. Dope. Heroin. Cocaine. Nothing bad.”
We all stared at her. Then I moved back to cover the archway. The girls were all very young.
“These girls help me clean around here,” the woman said to Brickhouse.
“You’re Alberto’s mom?” Caliber said.
“Put your butcher knife away,” Brickhouse said.
The old woman put the butcher knife down.
“You’re not dead,” I heard her say. “I let no muertos in here. No muertos come here. I told the girls no muertos get here.”
Brickhouse walked over to us.
“You understand that she’s going to have an issue with our mission here,” he said to us.
“To kill her son,” Caliber said. “Yeah, we won’t tell her that part.”
“We could always take him prisoner,” I said. “That is an option.”
“It’s kind of a sticky situation,” Brickhouse said. “Let’s just go ahead, escort her out of here real quick, tell her to get the hell out of here, and then get back.”
“To where?” Everready said. “She’s probably safer where she’s at,”
“We could rebar the door,” Caliber said.
Brickhouse lowered his voice.
“When I put a bullet in her son’s head, I don’t want her coming at me with a butcher knife,” he said.
The three of them discussed it while I looked at the metal door to Alberto’s safe room. There was no camera there. I asked Caliber to put another claymore facing down the tunnel and he set it up. In the end, Brickhouse escorted the woman and the little girls to the entrance of the caves and returned a few minutes later.
The door to Alberto’s inner sanctum was made of metal and an intercom was set into the wall beside it. It proved to be locked. Caliber worked on the lock for a couple of minutes and managed to pick it. He drew his pistol and pulled the door open. A narrow corridor turned sharply to the left and opened into a small chamber.
Brickhouse led the way. I was close behind, followed by Caliber and Everready. Brickhouse moved to the corner and peered around it. Then he chucked the flashbang down the hall. It exploded and he pressed into the room with me close behind. Alberto was sitting behind his desk, blinking his eyes. He threw down an AK-47.
“Policia!” he screamed. “Policia! Policia! American policia? Save me!”
He moved forward, arms outstretched to embrace us.
“Get on the ground!” Brickhouse screamed at him. “Get on the ground!”
He shoved Alberto to the ground.
“Oh, God bless America!” Alberto said.
He was shaking with fear.
“I will give you one million dollars if you get me out of here!” he said.
“Each,” Everready said.
“One million American dollars!”
Everready tied up Alberto with zip ties.
“Each,” Everready said again. “I haven’t heard the answer to that yet.”
“I only have a million on me,” Alberto said weakly.
“You’re in no position to barter there, boy,” Brickhouse said to him.
I moved back down the corridor, watching the way we came. Alberto was gibbering and they finally gagged him. The others searched the room.
There were a couple million dollars worth of valuables, as well as a laptop and records of his organization.
“I’ll give you the password if you get me out of here!” Alberto mumbled through the gag.
“Password to what?” Everready said.
“The computer,” I muttered. “Grab the laptop. Grab the prisoner. Grab the money. Let’s go.”
Caliber put the laptop in its case while the rest of us grabbed everything of value. We discussed taking out the drug lab and Caliber suggested using all of the claymores near the entrance to cave, saving us the time of dealing with the cannibals and the drug lab. I pointed out we had C-4 too and he added that to the equation.
“All right, let’s just go down to the main entrance, plant C-4 on our way out, and a couple claymores, and let it go to hell,” Brickhouse said.
“I’m okay with that,” Everready said.
“Something’s very wrong here,” I muttered.
“Any other children here?” Brickhouse asked Alberto. “We found three already.”
“And your mom,” I said. “She’s safe.”
“She’s safe?” Alberto muttered. “There’s only three kids, they help out in the kitchen. Just get me out of here! The generator’s about to run out right ... now.”
The lights suddenly went out in the room. I switched to night vision and saw that the others had as well.
Brickhouse stared at Alberto.
“He’s covering his ass, guys,” Brickhouse said. “He’s not giving us shit.”
“Okay,” Caliber said.
He fired a single bullet into Alberto’s chest. The man looked very surprised before he dropped to the ground, dead. Someone took his photo. We had the proof we needed.
There was a crudely made secret door in the wall. Brickhouse suggested that it might be a quick way out and opened it up. Then we heard an explosion from down the corridor somewhere. It sounded like a claymore going off. Brickhouse returned a few moments later and told us it led to the main passage.
“Entrance’s got fireworks going on,” he said.
He closed the interior secret door and we headed out of the safe room, back the way we came. We crossed the kitchen and went through the barracks without incident, returning to the arsenal and putting the crude grenade traps back into place. En route, we heard explosions in the main corridor deeper into the complex where we’d left more claymores.
Looking down the hallway outside of the arsenal, we spotted several more cannibals wandering around in the dark.
“Take ‘em out,” Caliber whispered.
Brickhouse and I coordinated our shots while Caliber watched the way we’d come. Two head shots and both of the men in the hallway dropped to the ground and stopped moving. We watched for several seconds to make sure there weren’t more of them. It looked like there were a couple more bodies there.
“You might want to hit those in the heads,” Everready said, looking through the scope of his sniper rifle.
We again coordinated and both fired at the corpses on the ground. They both jerked and then lay still.
“You see any more?” Brickhouse asked Everready.
“Don’t see any more,” he replied.
“Clear,” Brickhouse said. “Let’s go.”
He headed up the corridor and two more of the cannibals lurched around the corner.
“Oh crap!” I said.
I took a knee as one of the things grappled with Brickhouse. He shoved the man off, put his rifle barrel to the man’s face, and blew his head off. He crossed the corridor towards the cave entrance.
“One hostile!” he called down to us as the other man lurched towards him and grabbed him.
Brickhouse flung the man off him. There was the report of the 50-caliber rifle from Everready behind me and the man’s head blew to pieces and the body fell to the ground.
“Clear?” I called.
“Clear!” Brickhouse said, a little shook up.
We set charges of C-4 at the entrance and set it off as we headed for the LZ. As we cleared the woods around the mountain, we called for evac. As we boarded the Blackhawk, the pilot hollered back at us.
“Good thing you guys called when you did!” he said. “There’s rioting in El Paso and they’re calling every able-body to come help. I was told to give you 20 more minutes and then I had to go back.”
As we flew towards the city, I could see smoke and flames rising towards the sky. The helicopter landed on a roof not far from where we’d originally taken off. We walked to the edge of the roof and realized that the things we’d encountered were not contained to the mountains.
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I continued to stare at her, half phased out. “Really?” She continued. “I didn’t even have any time to do my hair, and you’re staring at me. Well, I suppose you probably haven’t seen a girl in quite a while” I continued staring at her. “Ok, I’m guessing you didn’t talk to many girls before this whole thing, did you?” She rhetorically questioned. I snapped my eyes out of the trance, and replied. “Sorry, it’s been a long day” “I bet it has, you look a mess” “Thanks” I sarcastically answered.
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Antichamber... Nothing more, nothing less. This game is amazing. I recommend you pick it up on Steam (as that's the only platform it is available on at the moment) for only $19.99!
Although it's hard to explain this game, it's just so fun. Almost too challenging where you'll find yourself walking in circles just as you start to feel you're getting somewhere, you'll want to quit. But intriguing enough in the way it breaks the rules of physical space that we know, so you'll keep going.
I'm not even really a fan of puzzle games, but this... This game is just brilliant. My favorite feature is that there really isn't any tutorial. No "press this", "go here", "do this" and all that. The game actually tells you what you've done after you've LEARNED how to do it YOURSELF. Also, the impossibilities of some of the things in it.
It can't really be explained, it's one of those things you have to experience yourself. So pick it up on Steam for $19.99 and support the developer(s)! Maybe there will be an Antichamber 2? ;P
WARNING: IF YOU DON'T LIKE THINKING, DON'T PLAY THIS GAME.
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Like the title says I have a texture pack currently in the works as of yesterday and hopefully I'll finish it to a point where I can sent out test packs to some of you guys/gals. This isn't a "true" texture pack though I will mostly be editing blocks from default I don't like (changing lines and connecting texture) some however I am going to completely change. I will not copying from other texture packs and it will still be 16x16. I'd like to see some feed back from you guys on how it looks and maybe we can get this thing popular to some extent. I'll post a list below of the blocks I will be changing as well as what I'm changing and (hopefully) keep you guys updated on the progress.
Anyway Thank you for reading and have a nice day. - Redhandedmatt
( * = Done)
- Sandstone* (Got rid of the stupid line at the top, connect textures)
- Smooth Sandstone* (Removed highlights and shades on sides, looks more like Smooth Stone, I may edit this again in the future)
- Quartz Block* Done (Removed highlights and shades on sides, connects textures better)
- Netherbrick (Changing colour from purple to a more dark red)
- Red Brick (Adding colour to make it actually look like real Brick)
- Cobble Stone (Adding colour to make it look like fieldstone)
- Smooth Stone (Adding some colour to go with cobble)
- Redstone Block (Changing to make more like Lapis but red)
- Glowstone (I have no idea I may not change this in the future)
- Added Birch Logs (cause I want too)
Here's a little preview of what I've done.