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  1. Who wins and how long does the war take? By the combines I mean the ones from half life 2 (the ones from overworld and the human ones).
  2. Anyone else 'cept me see that valve have NEVER made a 3rd sequel of ANY game. Ever. Whats up with that?
  3. I've done about 2 videos where Henery's Animation tool for Garry's Mod was used the whole time. (These videos are also short) I hope to one day reach the ranks of other GModders one day and I was wondering what do you guys think of these videos? (Is there anything I can do to improve)
  4. There is pretty awesome looking game on Steam called 'Contagion' made by the same people who made 'Zombie Panic Source'. If anyone is interested in getting the game and playing on a brony server, then let add me on Steam my details are below, maybe we can get a game going. My Steam (personal): Steam (group)
  5. here it is: Half-Life Full-life Consequences: Free Man John Freeman backfliped out of the sky and landed besides Henry Freeman. Henry Freeman looked at John Freeman in the eyes and cry falled out and said "Dad mom has dead". John Freeman went sad at the ground then moved head real fast up. "COMBINES YOU KILLD WIFE?" John Freeman said with growls. "Yes John Freeman" the dark man said after "Henry Freemans mom is shot in head" the dark man said again. "I loved wife like sun raise... DARK MAN YOU WILL SUFFAR!" John Freeman ponted and yelled. John Freeman jumpd in to sky with kicks and hit dark man and the dark mans mask ript off and John Freeman seed ugly Combine face but it looked like humen tooo. the dark man scrumbled back to Combines and Combines went to shoot John Freeman but Henry Freeman throwed granaid for John Freeman to shot them in faces. "Son take people and leave the city its time I have to kill the enemys and make evil go away from here forrest of time!" John Freeman said to Henry Freeman and people. "John Freeman we fight!" people said and didnt go no where. "Dad humens have to fight for freedome!" Henry Freeman said and didnt go no where neither. John Freeman was fraid for first time. He didnt want nothing to happen to Henry Freeman because Henry Freeman was John Freeman saw Combines start to run like monsters to humens and Henry Freeman and saw Henry Freeman and humens run like brave to Combines. John Freeman got quiet then dropped wepon and said "I have to kill fast and bullets too slow" and started killing Combines with bear hands. John Freeman was killing Combines and barking necks and humens and Henry Freeman was behind shooting at Combines at front. Now Combines got scarred and ranned back to the dark man who was at the door to the big tower that was big onto the sun and went around the dark man and got redy to fight again. then the dark man pressed the button that made the big tower glow and smoke. "John Freeman you let next boss step on me and made me headcrab zombie. Combines came and put science in me and made me live and strong and big now I make you and Henry Freeman headcrab zombie. Prepair to die" Gordon Freeman said. "Gordon Freeman you are my bro and I killed next boss. Combines science is bad and made you tricked bro stop the button and glowing." John Freeman said. "NO!" Gordon Freeman angered back. Gordon Freeman teleportaled to John Freeman and hit him with crow bar and John Freeman tried to grabe it but couldnt so he punched Gordon Freeman instead. John Freeman and Gordon Freeman was fighting for life and death when the Combines and humens started shoting each other again. Henry Freeman got in front of humens and saw the tower smoke and glow more and more like litning clouds. Henry Freeman shout "It will explod!" so Henry Freeman and the people shot bullets and bombs at Combines so humen kind could press the botton and make it stop. Then Henry Freeman went to a Combines car and shoot all the Combines in it and went to the top and used the torret gun. Henry Freeman made the torret gun shoot Combines and bullets cut them in two and half. Henry Freeman kept shooting Combines and the rest of humens got closer and closer to button to stop it. The Combines shot at the humens and made some die but no one cared becaus they had to do it. Then Combines started coming out of the hug tower to stop the humens. There was too much Combines and humens couldnt go to the button no more and the tower was all smoke and glow now expect for a little bit. John Freeman knew it was too late and humens couldnt stop button. John Freeman had barley time but was still fighting Gordon Freeman. "Bro it is time Im sorry" John Freeman said to Gordon Freeman. "time for you to die John Freeman!" Gordon Freeman said back. "No bro" John Freeman said then kicked Gordon Freeman in teh part of the face that was like Combines. The science flew off Gordon Freemans face and landed and blowed up in a boom and Gordon Freeman stood and fall. "Bro.." Gordon Freeman said so John Freeman got closer to the ground like Gordon Freeman. "Combines made me tricked bro Im sorry" Gordon Freeman said. "I know bro but you are hero" John Freeman said back to comfart Gordon. "Save humens and Henry Freeman" Gordon Freeman said quiet like pain and breathed slower and slower John Freeman had Gordon Freeman and saw eyes shut and the breath stoped but Gordon Freeman had smiles on face. John Freeman let go Gordon Freeman and went up back on his feet and loked his head around and saw trees and aminals and humens then looked at glowy tower and knew what has to be done. "Son and people get back!" John Freeman said out real loud so Henry Freeman frontflipped off torret and went with people back to John Freeman and ducked bullets and rackets. "Son take people on motorcycle and leave city. Make people safe son and nothing happen to them." John Freeman said to Henry Freeman. "But dad I fight!" Henry Freeman said. "No son go with people" John Freeman said so Henry Freeman and humens went on motorcycle. Henry Freeman started on motorcycl and started to go but slow becaus he didnt want to. the Combines saw and said "STOP THE HUMENS!" and went charge at motorcycle. John Freeman walked to wards Combines and made fists with hands. John Freeman punchd and hit Combines in front but all Combines in back shot rockets and masheen guns. a Rocket hit John Freeman but he got up and killed more Combines then a Combine went at John Freemans back and stabed him but John Freeman got nife out and stabbed Combine in brane. Combines got close and hit John Freeman body with bullets but John Freeman kicked Combines back. John Freeman kept fighting Combines and put head up to tower and saw it go brite and break then turned around in last second and saw motorcycle in far off safe place and was happy. Henry Freeman and the people in the motorcycle saw the tower go like millon stars and fire and loud noises then the people went down but Henry Freeman kept going and didnt say nothing. After the world was nice and humens had new city and happy because the Combines was gone and nobody was slave or sad. President Henry Freeman and people and animals and earth had peace and in the middle of new city was a statue that said "John Freeman Saver of Humens"
  6. Okay, so I've still not given up hope on seeing this appear on the market either later this year, or in early 2014. It's probably going to end up happening, despite obvious reasons why some people may think otherwise, but maybe Valve's planning something... Better be something Earth-shattering, Valve! What do you expect in the next installment of Half-Life?
  7. A few more Half-Life 2 crossover pieces from me. From now on I'll be posting all of my art on this thread. Enjoy! Onyx Horn, former captain of Luna's Night Guard (hence the Luna iconography), now supreme commander of Equine Overwatch forces stationed in Equestria. And an Equine Overwatch Soldier. As usual, constructive criticism is welcome, and please tell me what you think!
  8. The first in a series of Half-Life 2 pictures that I'm doing for my world building project, 'Hoof-Life: A new dawn' which I hope to make into a role play on this very site, inspired by the Equestria Divided role-play. This is an Overwatch Elite, a pony who has been wiped of all emotion, and lives only to serve the alien combine. This Post-Stallion can be seen leading a patrol of Overwatch Soldiers around the outskirts of City 17 (formerly Manehattan), performing acts of barbaric cruelty on citizens merely for his own enjoyment. As usual, comments and constructive critisism are much appreciated!
  9. Have anyone Heard about the Black mesa Mod for HL2? It's Released! I've been waiting for years for this to come out and it looks AMAZING! The Mod basically remasters that nostalgic video game we all love, Half Life using valve's source engine, everything from graphics to voice overs, music to art is all updated. The game's storyline is same as the classic half-life, but it only leads up to the chapter Apprehension I think. But Xen will be added as well If you have problems downloading the 7-zip file, use the torrent instead, if it's too hard to drag and drop a couple files and wait for a while, just wait for steam's official release. Have fun!
  10. Hello everypony, as you can most likely tell from the title I am working on a My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic Half Life 2 mod. I need help deciding something. Should I make the story that you are a human that was sucked into Ponyville OR should I make the story that you were a human but when you were sucked into Ponyville you became a pony yourself? I will be updating on my progress on the mod as I go so kepp your eyes open! Also please comment below...
  11. (Why do my music playlists always have to be so when I do something like this?) In my apprehension to contribute to the My Little Pony fandom textually, somehow I've managed to type out a fan-fiction, much to my surprise. The Fiction itself is a cross-over with Half-Life 2 (taking place after the events of HL2 Episode 1 and perhaps Episode 2) and directly it doesn't have much to do with the show itself. The main character is an everyman male Human Resistance member who has taken part in the Uprising against the Combine, who has not crossed paths with the main character of Half-Life, Gordon Freeman. God willing the last thing I want to be afraid of is a bunch of teenagers who like shows aimed at little girls, so I'm going to post it somewhere for all to see. Additionally, the title is only something I came up with for the purpose of this thread, for the entire time the fiction has been on my computer, I never gave the story a name. Thus since this whole thread is comments & criticism, the title is also open to that as well. Enjoy~ _____________________________________________________ Dear Princess Celestia: I guess the best place to start would be at the beginning. Sheesh, I’m writing a letter to a toy and the Captain said I must be going crazy. He’s probably right. I remember being a little kid, probably about eight or so, and my little sister, who would watch My Little Pony on TV. I didn’t much care for it, especially whenever Mythbusters was on. I remember watching some of it some time and thinking it wasn’t all so bad, but most of the time I couldn’t care less. But I do remember Christmas that year. I got her You, and a Rarity figurine. -Rarity because she would tell us alot about Rarity being better than the other ponies, and You, because I hoped that someday Rarity would learn from Celestia how to not be such an egotistic- well, there’s my Big Mac talking. Must have been the water though, I don’t remember exactly how or when it was, the day we had to leave. Mom and Dad told us only to bring the things we’d need for a very simple camping trip. I hadn’t heard about them planning any camping trip at the time. Thinking back, they were very protective, shutting of radios and TVs whenever we went someplace. Everyone when we left seemed so frantic, but we managed to get on the highway before most other people, and managed to get out of the city. But then to stay informed, Dad had no choice but to turn on the car stereo, and that’s when I heard the words that have haunted my life ever since. The “Seven-Hour War”. Again my memory goes fuzzy, but instead of being a few months, the thoughts go hazy for a few years. The most vivid memory I can recall is being dragged away by two men whom I think were Dad’s friends, while Dad was being beaten by two Metrocops. In that, I also think I recall that Mom and Sis were gone and I missed them. There is no doubt in my mind now that all three are dead or worse, some forsaken place far from here. I kept you, my Dear Princess, in memory of them, but especially in memory of my sister. Especially in spite of the fact that I’ve forgotten my sister’s name. Living in City 17 has taught me a great many things. But more than that City life ever taught me, you taught me, Celestia. As much as getting street smarts amongst the citizens around the city really saved my life more than once, it dulled my humanity to be simply getting up in the morning, walking slowly to an office building, staring at a wall for a few hours, grabbing a sack of food on the way home and going to sleep. But I could never sleep. Not without You, that is. For as many days as I can remember, I would go up into the rafters of the apartment block and play with You and- well, by that point Rarity had seen her fair share of love from my Sister, her eyes being entirely worn off, horn ground down to a bump and hair lost its curl and color to the weathering of wind, time and sun. Dad and Mom taught me a great many things about life, probably more than any kids at school did, or the teachers. These lessons they taught me started to weave and mingle with some werid- maybe magical is the right word- feelings and memories I had of the show, and I started playing pretend. I would pretend I was a little Unicorn colt named “Morning Ray”. A scrawny, wimp of a little pony who looking back, very much wanted to be friends with people. Studiously wanted to be friends. Desperate, maybe even. Obviously in the world in and of Civil Protection, citizens would have none of that. Playing with these two little horse toys taught me a lot. More than I would have thought possible, and that’s because I suppose I got lots of the traits of my Mom and mindsets of my Dad into You. One distinct lesson I recall that came from these play sessions was the moral in the end “Never stop learning”. I don’t remember if that was something my Dad taught me to do, or an actual moral from the show. Usually I’d always go into a little adventure with exploring a cave to find a missing filly or trying to fight off some kind of big scary monster to save somepony, and you’d always be there to save my sorry butt every time I made a mistake. And when I’d got myself into some kind of big social mess with other ponies, you’d restart my self-confidence and re-commit my willingness to not give up and to stay on track. Heh. I remember that time that I prety much fell in love with you, Princess, and Ray tried to bashfully date you on a few occasions. A crush if anything. In those brief events I think I saved myself a lot of pain and stupid moments by pretty quickly realizing the complexity and rationality behind women through you, instead of saying something stupid and awkward to some girls in the apartment block. Ray would ask a question, and Celestia would answer. He’d do something and she would react, each with their personality and mindset that was proper and entirely like the personality I gave them, and how they thought. I never realized I was actually really smart and kind of witty, recalling things Celestia said from my mouth. And likewise, how pretty wonky and downright dim Ray could be. Well, at least he was patient and wise enough to know that he wanted to be a gentleman, and intended to get there though more patience and wisdom. I don’t know anymore if that’s a boastful thing to say of my pretend-self. Whenever Ray would make a rude response, Celestia would be polite, or perhaps frank, but never cold. And the fact remains, I did learn a lot about girls just through you, Princess. Just through pretending to interact and having some part of my brain reason using this imagined personality as opposed to some kind of assumption of what girls were like. I never meant it to occur, but it can’t be thought of without its irony that an object of my affection taught me how one might have affection for women without them being objects. Always learning, ha ha. As much as life seemed to suck, it was entirely weird to everyone who knew me why I was so chipper, despite the death and darkness that surrounded everyday life. April was the one who first found out about my secret hobby in the attic. She probably thought I was doing something of a... personal nature. In a way, wording it like that is right. It came as total surprise to us both to find a young man and a young woman, looking at each other over the distance of a few feet, one standing from the stairset and the other laying down spread over two joists and holding two plastic ponies as if they were walking side by side. That night was an interesting one, but I am very grateful she was so understanding and patient with my explanation. She tried to convince me it was some form of dealing with the reailty of the world and trying to escape from it. Now I see that most definitively it was. It can’t be denied that I developed as a man because of it, and without it I would have been a very different man, but how dare anyone actually say it was fundamentally bad or wrong? I defended my hobby very sternly in the angle of being in memory of my family. In a way of sorts, I suppose that night was a big test for everything I had taught myself about how to think and act to people. I couldn’t say it wasn’t fair for that ‘test’ to take the form of someone wanting me to part ways with my ‘educator’ in order to ‘pass’, without being one-sided. But regardless of what paths life takes us on, I see now that good always comes out of our choices if good is what we seek. Usually though, not quickly, nor painlessly. The next morning after that, we got word that Nova Prospekt had been blown up and that Gordon Freeman had returned. I had heard rumours about this Black Mesa guy and how he was supposed to save the world, but it never struck me as a realistic idea to have hopes resting on one man. Street smarts somehow quickly translated into fighting skills when push came to shove, surviving against the Combine and retreating out of the city. For eight days, my life became a blur or running, hiding, shooting, walking, glancing out from behind corners, shoving someone out of the way to avoid getting exploded, sleeping when I could and somehow managing to lose Morning Ray- or rather, what was left of Rarity. That was a few weeks ago. I don’t kick myself over it, nor do I mourn. I treasure what moments I had, and dwell on that feeling, instead of hating the future of what could have been vs. what is. I suppose in a weird way it was symbolic of my old young self dying and bringing about my smarter, more mature self. I still was learning new things though; how to demolish a bridge, how to blow up an armoured vehicle, what to do when you find zombies, things like that. The odd part is, as practical and purposeful these skills are, they're still tiny in comparison to what I learned about friendship. Indeed the single most important tool we have in the group of rebels I’m part of, is teamwork. More valuable than any bullet, any hammer, or any one hand. Together they and I have destroyed striders, buried enclaves, destroyed a fortress and wrecked a train, and they’re all colourful and fantastic stories that someday we’ll talk about to each other, to friends, maybe wives and children. But in the moment I think there’s far more importance between the guy that knows that there’s a God and the guy that knows there is no God don’t mistrust each other, or those other two fellows that are at each other’s throats because of some old flame long gone, can extinguish their anger and come to terms with what they know and love about life, and move on. It never struck me I was good at this, until I started getting praise for being able to tie the rag-tag band of jerks that we were, together. The God-fearing guy very seriously thought I also believed in God. I hadn’t really thought about that. I’ll have to think about that some more. I had been called a hopeless optimist before, but that didn't sound right, nor sit well with me, what with all the evil still in the world. Somehow I preferred “Pony-Boy”. All I know is that when this is all over, and those smart people at the base start having to set up the world all over again, they’ll be able to fit together the house of cards made of things like food provision, religious freedom, social stability in the face of aliens, law-making and justice, with glue, if the mindset is Friendship, not just Citizenship. Love, not just Order. Here I lie with wounds in my shoulder and leg as they carry me back to the nearest base. They all know how inept I am when it comes to a firearm, ignorance when it comes to planning, blindness when it comes to tactics, and depth when it comes to looking inside yourself, and thinking about how you think. I think they all love me because I love them, as brothers do. I never had brothers until a few weeks ago, and it’s wonderful. They don’t just leave me behind because I’m good company they say, and they're quite clear in telling me that someday I’ll be a great father. I don’t know about that, I still have a lot to learn about being a husband first, and there are steps to take before I even get there. -Celestia-willing. I’ve got really nothing to do as they carry me. Try to figure out the broken pieces of my younger memories, talk, write or read when I can. (Still is crazy to me where this writing idea has come from.) I’ve never come to completely realize how much You’ve influenced my life, Princess. A journal would have been more orderly, but whoever says to themselves that their mind is a simple and organized place is either a fool whose mind is as simple as he says, or hasn’t delved deep enough into it. This letter as odd as it may be, serves truer a purpose I think, than any story would have- although some time I may have to recollect one of our adventures. Thankfully mail travel time for something like this consists of stuffing the finished piece into my backpack where you reside. I still make a point of the truth that (wherever it came from) rings brighter than almost any other advice I’ve ever heard or given myself, to never stop learning. Writing this letter has taught me a lot about myself, and I don’t intend to stop soon. Thank you for everything, Princess. Your faithful student Raymond Markus