60 years into the future my grandson (now 16) inherits my Garrymod roleplay account. a total of 109,000 hours spanning three generations. he Joins half life two roleplay.
in the evening he approaches me in my rocking chair, in which i am smoking a tobacco pipe. he asks me what is "the union"
its too late. halflife lore deathsquads have been dispatched to
My home. They bust down my door and shoot my two dogs and take my grandson away from me. my son is charged by Child Protective Services and he and his wife lose custody over the kid.
i get a letter in the mail with no address and open it
"who?"
That evening i turn on my gas oven and stick my head inside it
