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k i can add the weaponstrip, but may i ask why?

If your fat and happy then who gives a flying monkey turd?

Heh, you all people have negative ideas about prefabs, but that's how's the mapping done these days.

I've had Windows 7 ever since it was leaked and never had a problem with GoldSource

I have no idea how tall or heavy I am

?We should rest for a while.? West said.
?Doc, we gotta keep moving. There?s got to be a way out of here somewhere.? Frank Replied.
?No, Frank, he?s got a point,? Pierce said. ?We?ll be able to go faster longer if we sit down for a few minutes.?
?Alright, alright. Let?s get out of the open, though. I don?t want to be caught sitting down.? Frank opened the nearest cargo container, which opened with a loud, drawn out squeak. The men went inside, opened the ceiling hatch, and closed the door. They sat down to catch their breath.

?Oh, damn.? Frank cursed softly. ?Wake up, [i]wake up[/i]! Time to get moving guys, let?s go!?
?Just a few more minutes, Frank.? Pierce murmured ?Tell Radar his bear can wait.?
?Dammit, Henry, wake up! You?re dreaming!? Frank slapped Pierce?s cheek until his eyes opened.
?I was having the most wonderful dream,? He said. ?I was a surgeon.? By this time West had gotten up and readied his shotgun. As Pierce checked his Mp5, Frank opened the container?s door and peeked outside.
?Okay, let?s go.? The men cautiously walked outside, scanning for any monsters in the dark. Neither Pierce nor Frank bothered with their flashlights, knowing that if there [b]was[/b] anything nearby, the flashlight would bring it to investigate. They rounded a corner, and found themselves face to face with two headcrab zombies. Pierce and Frank ran out of range of the zombies? claws, and West dealt them both a shotgun blast to the head. Pumping his shotgun, West noticed the sound was slightly different, as if a new shell had not been loaded into the chamber. He was out of ammo. They came towards another oddly placed corner in the shipping containers, a concrete warehouse towering overhead. A door slammed open, and they heard a voice call out;
?Spread out! I?ll scout ahead, see what the opposition is.? The soldier slowly walked towards the bend in the containers, Mp5 at the ready. As he rounded the corner, he got a face full of the butt of Pierce?s Mp5. He crumpled to the ground without a sound, out cold but still alive. No cries sounded out, and Pierce looked around the corner. A wall of crates was on the other side of the door, blocking the view of anyone inside. The men searched the soldier?s backpack, and Pierce pocketed two grenades meant for the M203 mounted on all the submachine guns the soldiers used. West exchanged the foe?s Mp5 for his now empty shotgun, and they crept towards the warehouse, knowing an ambush lay in wait. It was, however, the only way forward.
?Damn those architects.? Frank breathed. ?Only one door in the entire yard.? He fumed at the linearity of it all. There were, in fact, two doors, but one of them was a large door, only openable from the other side of the warehouse?s outer wall. West opened the door and peered inside. A wall of crates stared back. They had cover. The men crept up to the crates and peered around either side. They were greeted by the gunfire they expected. Holes started appearing in the crates, and on the opposite side computer parts slid onto the cold concrete floor. Pierce chanced a look around the crate- sandbags and crates were being used by the soldiers as cover. On one wall, a large fuel truck was parked, its driver dead next to it, hardhat askew and his green jumpsuit stained with blood. Pierce pulled an impact grenade from his pocket and pushed it into the M203. He steadied himself, leapt out from behind the crates, and pulled the trigger furthest from the submachine gun?s stock. He was knocked back by the unexpected force, and the grenade flew gracefully towards a large group of soldiers in the middle of the warehouse. A single man realized what was about to happen, and leapt back, away from the sandbags. It was too late. The entire warehouse was lit up by the chain reaction that followed, as crates full of explosive materials lit each other, and the flames reached the truck on the side of the room. Shrapnel thudded into the wall beside Frank?s head. When the majority of the smoke cleared, the three men heard moaning from behind what was left of a forklift on the side opposite the now burned-out truck.
?Please-" A lone soldier crawled out from the wreckage, his face covered in blood. ?Shoot me. [i]Please![/i]? He moaned. A single shot rang out, the sound of a 357 revolver unmistakable. The soldier collapsed, no longer in pain. Frank gazed around the room as he pocketed his gun. A huge hole in the wall marked where the truck had originally been, leading out into the yard. Pierce and West walked towards the doors at the back of the warehouse. Frank picked up the Mp5 from the dead soldier, wiped off the blood, removed the damaged grenade launcher, and followed them through to the shipping offices.

@38_98 only girls like that movie, i never saw it because im not some 13-18 year old girl wanting to be with some 20-24 year old man.

It's map-specific, isn't it?

It's not even really considered porn

18+ MATERIAL, NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS

WARNING: BREASTS, NOT SUITABLE FOR ANYONE UNDER 17.